marking and party misconduct
pairing: Jack Abbot x trans!man reader (mention of top surgery)
cw: smut. dom!Jack. marking kink, biting kink, possessive, age gap - roughly 20 year, small size difference, mentions of exhibitionism, Jack Abbot is a consent KING
names: sir vs. pup, mutt, puppy, brat, boy
words use: core, crotch, chest
synopsis: Jack hosts a house party and invites the everyone from the day and night shift. After crushing on Jack for a year, you make your move, and Jack has been waiting for you. Your desire for each other is parallel, ready to bite. What occurs in the study at a house party, should stay in the study.
(literally only two uses of y/n, i promise!)
ao3
You had been staring at Jack all night. All week. All year. He had caught your eye the moment you met him on your first hand over. His brooding energy intrigued you. But you kept it to yourself, only telling Santos and Whitaker about your crush on a drunken night in, they had teased you ever since.
You worked on day shift, but occasionally covered shifts on night shift for the extra money, the company, and your bad circadian rhythm. You had become mesmerised by Jack, his ease and composure during intense moments during a shift, the way he spoke in those moments, a low, gravelly tone that lingered on your mind. Everyone knew he was a flirt, most people had gotten used to it or ignored it. But you couldn't, everything he did lit your body on fire and breathing quicken. You were not sure if Jack had noticed.
You had tried to ignore these feelings, dismissing them as just a work crush. Until a last minute shift cover, during a trauma, Jack was instructing you on a procedure you were unfamiliar with. He stood to your side, one hand on yours, smothering and gripped tight, guiding the scalpel along the patient's skin, another hand on your shoulder, steadying you. As your hands began gliding through skin, you tried your hardest to focus, until you felt Jack's gloved thumb adjust to the nape of your neck. The minute movement sent shivers down your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Jack noticed your breathing become heavier and your concentration falter. After the trauma was stabilised, he had congratulated you on your skills but criticised you for letting anxiety affect you, and emphasised the importance of trying new techniques. Jack had not noticed the effect he had on you. You quietly agreed, and spent five minutes in the bathroom trying to calm yourself down. You avoided Jack for the rest of the shift and subsequently halted your future night shifts for the foreseeable.
Jack wasn't usually one to host parties and if he did, the younger day shift colleagues were never invited. So when he invited everyone, they all jumped at the chance. The younger doctors were excited to see their attendings in a different environment. Santos was excited to see the size of Abbot's place, Whitaker excited to see Robby drunk. Javadi was excited to be able to drink with everyone, and Mel was excited just to see everyone outside of work.
You? You pretended like just having another opportunity to hang out with friends was your reason. But you knew there was another objective, you just weren't entirely sure what it was yet.
You hadn't planned a crazy scheme to get Jack to notice you tonight, yes, your shirt was cropped, tight and said "bite me" on the front with vampire fangs on the back. But, what you had planned, was to not get too drunk, in fear of embarrassing yourselves in front of your attendings.
You had gotten ready at the WhitSantos apartment to pre, yap, and calm your nerves.
"y/n, you're not going to embarrass yourself! You're not that kind of drunk! Yeah, maybe one time you got refused entry to a club and cried into your Chipotle burrito. That was one time! And totally valid! You just wanted to shake ass, and that bouncer denied you your gay rights!" Santos laughed whilst filling a cup with vodka and lemonade.
"You reminding me of that moment is not helping. You're jinxing it!" You take the drink from her hand cautiously.
Whitaker came out of the bathroom with eyeliner adorning his eyes. "You can relax! Drink as much as you want. Shake ass, and maybe even find someone to flirt with".
You gave Whitaker a quizzical look at the "shake ass" part. Really in front of our attendings? you thought.
"YES! Tonight's your night to talk to Abbot" Trinity squealed, you sighed and told her to fuck off.
"Come on!!! Tonight we'll have project Robby, and project Abbot! And mayybbeeee I'll finally make my move on Ellis".
"About god damn time! You guys have been flirting for months!!! Isn't the lesbian stereotype that you guys move in together in like a month of even knowing each other" you joke.
"Oh god, am I gonna have to find a new place" Whitaker stared at Santos with real concern.
"Nah, I won't ditch you Huckleberry, not even for a girl!" whilst squeezing him to death in a hug.
You had been at the party for an hour and had been coaxed into having a few drinks, despite your wariness. It was nice to see Samira outside of work. She had a great sense of style, which you gushed to her for about 15 minutes.
However, during your conversations with Mel and Javadi your eyes kept drifting to Jack. He was wearing some dark coloured jeans and a light blue long sleeve button up, with the arms rolled up, accentuating the size of his forearms. The shirt was unbuttoned enough to see the beginnings of his toned chest.
When the conversation came to a lull, you excused yourself to go to the drink station in the kitchen. Whitaker and Santos were squabbling. You stood at the door watching.
"I dared you first, go talk to Robby" Santos whispered (badly).
"No, I haven't had enough to drink yet! I can't just talk to him" Whitaker whispered (better) whilst pouring another drink
"You talk to him everyday bro!" Santos clinging to his arms and shaking him, spilling some of his drink on the table
"It's flirting! Anyway, you talk to Ellis most days too!"
"That's different - y/n!! Tell Denny to go talk to Robby" Santos pleaded
"I cannot in good faith tell anyone to do anything, I don't want you to blame me for an embarrassing moment"
"See Trin!! It'll be embarrassing, he just said soo!!!". Fuck that's not what you meant, your project flirt was not going to plan.
"NOOO you guysssss, you're boringggggg" Trinity whined
"go talk to Ellis then" you said bluntly
"noooooo" Santos half slurred. "Have you spoken to Jack yet?" She asked
"no..." You responded quietly
"Dude, you've been staring at him all night!"
"Has it been that obvious?!" you go red in the face and put your face on the counter to hide
"I mean kindaaaa, but only to us!!" Santos says, not entirely telling the truth
"we were manifesting from afar that you'd go speak to Jack first and then we'd follow suit"
"we're so fucking useless, aren't we?" You say. You paused and looked at the drinks. "Okay, why don't we all do a shot and then we HAVE TO go over to our person... Deal?"
Santos and Whitaker looked at you concerned
You all chose your shot of choice, you and Whitaker chose a shot of the smoothest vodka you think you had both ever tasted in your lives, and Santos had a tequila shot.
After a moment of shaking the shot off, you all stared at each other, too scared to initiate your plan. Santos and Whitaker shared a look and nodded. They had silently agreed on something and you were concerned.
"What?!? Guys you're scaring me". They both walked over and grabbed you by the shoulders and started pushing you out the door to the living room.
"Guys, guys stop, this isn't fair!! Stopstopstopstop" you hastily whispered. They continued to drag you. Not wanting to cause any attention, you straightened up and they gave you a final push.
You looked back at them and they gave you a thumbs up.
Your legs were taking you straight to Abbot, and he noticed. He ended his conversation with Ellis and met you half way.
"hi" he said coolly, drink in hand
"hi,, sorry I haven't spoken to you yet. I was watching you to try and find a break in the conversation to come over"
"I know, I noticed" he said simply, looking you up and down
You blushed. Fuck. He had noticed your staring. And did he just-
"um, it's a nice place you have. How long have you lived here?" you ask
"just under 10 years, around the time I joined the Pitt"
"wow I didn't notice you had worked there for so long"
"Christ, kid, I'm not that old! Am i?" he laughed, raising his arm to scratch his head, your eyes follow his swole forearm.
You continued to talk about work and the party for a while, until your eyes kept drifting to his arms, absentmindedly. His left sleeve had become loose, Jack handed his whisky to you, and began rolling up his sleeve. Whatever Jack had been talking about flew over your head. And he noticed and watched you staring as he took the drink back from your hand and drank.
You were never a forward or overly confident person, but the shot of vodka has spurred some flirtation and confidence in you.
"Can I get a house tour?" You asked innocently
"Of course you can, sweetheart" the word came off his tongue smooth and deliberate.
You looked up at him, took the drink from his hand, finished the last sip, his eyes stared you down before turning around, you followed. You put the drink on the nearest counter and dared not catch Santos or Whitaker's eyes.
Jack led you to his study. The walls were topped with medical books and journals, recent and old studies. Jack leaned on his desk, watching you as you went around the room inspecting the books.
You were amazed by the quantity, what could only be described as a library. "Wow, you read a lot. All medical journals and studies?" you were amazed, tracing your fingers along the books.
"Yeah I, read, annotate, and analyse them on my days off" his eyes were following you, you could feel his stares from across the room.
"You're only ever thinking of work?" you question, had you got him wrong? Was Jack just a pretty face and an very boring old man?
"Is that a problem? Should I be thinking about something else?" he paused. "Someone else."
Oh. You stopped walking, and slowly turned around, heart beating out of your chest. Is your plan actually working?
"Cause I know you do" he continued. "I know I'm always on your mind. Or have I got that wrong? Do you wait for me to show up all day long?" the final words coming off slow, dark and heated. He continued, "or am I just a pretty face you forget when you go home?" he smirks, he pushed himself off the table and made his way over to you slowly.
You could barely find the words, your mind was blank. You looked at the ground as you spoke. "You're correct, sir" Jack's head tilted, and something lit within his eyes at the title. You proceeded "I.. I think about your arms. Your forearms, biceps, and how everyone's scrub shirts fit them,,, but yours… barely fit in the shirt" You felt your face go red, you wish you could hide more, this felt so vulnerable. He was standing in front of you.
"So, I am on your mind... You've been on my mind. Robby tells me all the time how skilled you are with your hands" Jack reaches out to your hand and feels your palms and feels your fingers, you let out a shaky breath, he smirked. "He says I should be jealous that you're not permanently on the night shift. But he doesn't know that I have been, since your first shift. How I've wanted you on my shift" your breathing hitched. You learnt something about Dr Jack Abbot in that moment, he was possessive. And you liked it.
"But go on, tell me more. Speak" he commanded
You took a deep shaky breath, as he stood in front of you, looking down on you. He inched closer to you, you stepped back, as he leaned over you. Your back hit the wall of books. You were encased in his heat, his desire, his power.
"I think about your shoulders and how they look so strong, and fill out your shirts. I think about your chest" Jack takes the hand he was holding and places it on his chest. You feel his chest, toned, warm, through his shirt, you stare at him as your thumb grazes over the bare skin of his half open shirt.
Your hand flows upwards. "I think about your neck and how it must feel to hold it, to mark it and bite it" your words trail of into breaths, as the obscene thoughts begin to flood your mind, as you lightly trail your thumb across his throat. Jack let out a soft groan.
Jack began to lean in close, just above your ear and spoke lowly. "Do you think the same for yourself? Do you want me to bite and devour you? Until I bruise you and make you bleed?"
Your breathing became shallow, your body became hot, his voice was dark, possessive and all consuming. "Your shirt would agree" he smirked.
You stared at him unmoving. You wanted this, so badly, but you had frozen, with only millimetres separating the two of you. Jack had noticed.
"Tell me you want this. Want me." he almost begged. Jack Abbot begging, you thought.
"Please" you said meekly, looking up at Jack, he drank you in, and smiled.
"What was that, pup? Louder, for me" he instructed. You whined, and hide your face into his chest, breathing in his musk.
Jack's hand came up to your neck, with his thumb under your chin, and lifted your head so your eyes met. "Talk to me, pup", his voice was quiet, and his eyes, concerned. You looked at him, now seeing the lines on his skin, the freckles, the marks of age. The strength just in his fingers, holding your head still. You needed more, You needed him.
"Please, Jack, I need you so badly" you whined softly.
His eyes darkened. He pulled you in. You both succumbed to desire, craving. Hunger. Jack's right hand remained on your neck, stroking, and faintly squeezing the nape, you inhaled shakily, and you felt his lips grow into a smile, which made you hungrier. Your hands roaming his body. Teeth smashing together. Jack's left hand was at your side, massaging and clenching.
"Bruise me" you whispered. Jack let out a possessive groan. The nails of his left hand dug into your side, and a moan escaped your mouth into his, which only made him hungrier.
His mouth left yours, a desperate whine escaped you, his hand squeezed gently against your neck and the hand around your waist stopped moving. Behave echoed through your mind. Jack kissed down your throat and let his teeth gently scrape. He kissed your neck, nibbling slightly.
Jack's face hovered at your throat. "Do you have work tomorrow?" he asked
You tried to kiss him to shut him up, but his hand on your neck grabbed and pushed you away, a thumb and two fingers squeezing the sides of your neck
"Focus. Do. You. Have work tomorrow?" he asked slowly
"Do you want the marks visible or not visible?" his eyes trailed your neck, hungry
"I don't care- i don't - please just" you just needed his lips again, you didn't care if anyone saw marks.
He tilted his head to make you reconsider. He was right, as much as you wanted to be marked, you knew turning up to work bruised would not be the responsible thing to do.
"Fine, not visible" you said through gritted teeth
"Good boy. Take off your shirt" he ordered
You did as he asked, blushing slightly.
He stared you down with a smile "pretty, pretty pup" he breathed as his fingers ran over your surgery scars.
Jack's mouth found your shoulder and collar bone. He began attacking and bruising your neck, his left hand felt up your unclothed side and you shivered. His mouth sucked on your skin, he bit, chewed and devoured you.
"You taste sweet, puppy" he remarked
"Honey and vanilla. Just for you" you giggled slightly
"For me?" Jack questioned, leaned back to drink in what he had just heard. You shyly nodded
Jack's mouth formed into the darkest smile and his mouth launched to your shoulders and began to devour your skin. You held onto his thick arms, nails digging in, to steady yourself.
You began to squirm under him, as his tongue glided across your chest. You needed to feel him more. Your hands ran through his silver hair as he sucked on your skin. But it wasn't enough. The hunger took over and your hips rolled to where you thought Jack's hips would be, and missed, you tried to shuffle closer to him, you agonisingly tried to get some friction to satiate the feeling in your core. Jack noticed. He bit down hard and you let out a yelp. His hand on your waist to shoved you against the wall of books.
"Dirty mutt" he growled. He looked down on you, deplorable he thought.
Your words began to sputter out. "Sorry, I'm sorry" you atoned. "Please just make me bleed, I want it, please sir". Desperate you thought.
"I think I've finished with you". He retracted both his hands from you and took a step back.
You began to beg repeatedly for more. He glared down at you with such an intensity that made your spine shiver. That made you stop talking.
He continued. "You said you thought about my skin? Show me how much you've needed me"
You began to reach out for his neck. Jack took another step back. You looked up at him lost and restless. He spoke only two words, the order was clear and absolute. "Not visible". He stared at you until you vehemently agreed and understood this boundary. He stepped closer and you began pawing at his body. Jack held onto your waist to steady your giddiness. Your hands reached the buttons on his shirt, you looked up at him for approval, he nodded.
You undid his shirt, you let it fall to the floor. You gazed at his body, his chest was more toned that you had imagined, his shoulders thick and strong. Your hands slowly ran over his chest, one hand massaging and one to use the nails to scrape his skin, he breathed through his teeth. You smiled.
Your mouth went for his chest first, biting down, sucking, more nibbling, and letting your tongue run over the mark. You smiled at the teeth marks you had left and repeated the action up his chest and on to the side of his shoulder. Jack had a hand on your shoulder, massaging the bruises he left, and one hand clasping the side of your head, occasionally stroking your temple or playing with your ear.
Jack watched you, your hunger, your need to consume his flesh and wanted to push you further. He inched closer to you and moved his leg in between your thighs, you began to pant, he continued. His knee brushed up your thigh, making you let out a moan against his shoulder and squirming under his touch, he maintained the motion until he got to your crotch. He added pressure with slight movement. All composure you had in you dissipated, writhing under his touch with small squeals. Jack laughed at you, reflecting on how collected you been only 20 minutes ago.
"hmm hmm, yes" you breathed
"Show me. Keep gnawing, puppy"
As Jack's knee grind against you, with the thought that you wish you wore less baggy jeans, you reattached yourself to his shoulder. The more pressure Jack added, the deeper the bites , the harder the scratches on his back, the louder the whines. You were becoming insatiable. Needing more flesh to chew on, you moved your way to Jack's neck fervently. You licked your way up to his neck, feeling his heartbeat on your tongue, and began to wrap your mouth around his neck. A tight grip latched onto your face and pulled you off. His clutch was harsh, squishing your face to belittle you.
"Careful" he said darkly. "Remember what I said? Brat. Do as your told". His removed his knee and squeezed your face tighter until you were nodding like your head would fall off.
"I think that's enough from you" He removed his clutch, leaving you completely absent from his touch. This time you trusted Jack and knew something else was coming for you, so you waited eagerly.
"I'm going to continue what I'm doing with my knee and bite you as hard as you can take"
you looked at him in awe and practically drooling.
"But" he continued, your face dropped, oh no. "You cannot touch me, or yourself. Keep your hands firmly on the bookcase. "Understand, boy?" you nodded your head slowly, looking into his firm gaze.
"Do you know the traffic light system?" he asked
"green for good, orange for slow down or change, and red stop immediately" you replied promptly
"Good boy" he smiled whilst giving you a head scratch, an act that surprised you. Until Jack's grip tightened around your hair and you let out a groan.
His knee came back up to your crotch adding pressure. His lips found a spot on your chest, just under your collarbone, his teeth began to sink into your skin and clamp down, the pain and heat slowly rising. Jack tapped your cheek to prompt you
"Green" you let out sharply. He continued, the sting slowly became insurmountable. The pleasure was in tandem with the pain. Your hips grinding in his knee, Jack allowed it.
Your breathing became quick, with his knee moving and his teeth digging in, his tongue soothing the ache, it finally became too much. Your hands clenching onto the book case as you let out a distressed groan.
"oran-red!" you wanted to take more, for yourself and for Jack, but you gave in. Jack gently kissed and licked the mark.
"You did so well for me, sweetheart. Did better than I could of hoped for. Again?" you melted at the praise
"Please, again. I can take it!" you let out between breaths
"It's okay if you can't". His tone coloured with concern, not condescension.
Jack's knee added more pressure against you, the agonising ache between your legs continued but felt heaven sent. His lips found a new spot to bite. This time on the opposite collarbone. His teeth anchored into your skin. Your hands impulsively reached out to Jack's hair, gripping it as hard as you needed, which according to the noise that escaped Jack was… painful.
Jack was about to call out your brattiness, from once again ignoring his rules whilst hungry and deplorable, there was a small thump and giggling down the corridor. Your head whipped around to the sound, whilst Jack's mouth went to where your shoulder met your neck.
You grew concerned but Jack continued. He liked the idea of people hearing. Filthy you thought. You heard talking from down the corridor.
"Jack- ah" his teeth began to bite down on your lower neck
"Red!" Jack immediately detached himself from your body entirely and looked at you concerned. You let out a mix of relief and desperation, missing his heat, but the feeling was replaced with anxiety.
"Sorry, I just- I got scared of people hearing. I usually-" Jack interrupted. "You don't have to justify your reasons. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to use red".
You exhaled slowly to his reassurance. You stood there for a moment, catching your breath
"Do you want to continue?" he asked, delicately touching your arm
"hey, pup, you don't need to apologise. You don't feel comfortable and that's okay"
"but we're,, like both super hard right now"
"Do you want to continue?" he asked again
"Well if it is not a full yes, then we won't"
You knew he was right. "Thank you". He smiled and rubbed your arm softly.
You lingered long enough to let the hunger dissipate. You both picked up your shirts from the floor, you admired at all the marks staring to fully bruise on Jack's body. "They look good. Really good" you remarked
Jack grazed his thumb over your collarbones and chest, pressing in slightly "ah- OW!". Jack smiled at your pain. "You might need to put some ointment on those" he chuckled.
You trailed your fingers along your shoulder and winched in pain. Your fingers got to the base of your neck and you grimaced.
"Whats this?! I thought I said not visible" you questioned
"And I said keep your hands on the bookshelf" he said simply
"Unbelievable" you scoffed "What the hell am I meant to say if someone sees it?!". Jack just shrugged and smiled. You put on your shirt, and sighed with relief that it was just about hidden from your shirt, if you were careful enough.
As you walked to the door, conversation continued, Jack behind you. "You need to be taught how to control yourself"
You kept walking, not daring to turn around as you replied. "Oh? Who would you recommend? Dr Robby is a good teacher, so is-"
He slapped your ass hard, making you jump forward with a quiet yelp, you looked back and smiled at him.
"Maybe we'll use a belt for your hands next time. Or your mouth" he said lowly in your ear as you opened the door. Next time.
You tried to compose yourself before heading out the door. You needed to find a way to discreetly rejoin the party and find a way to subtly tell Whitaker and Santos that you had achieved your mission for the night.
(a/n this was my first time writing smut/suggestive!!! It was supposed to just be a make out sesh, and then my brain got carried away and wouldn't stop. Hope it's good!)
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