to be heard {jack abbot drabble}
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Nightshift! Reader
Summary: a shouted expletive and a giggle, that's what starts this heady thing between you and him
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: canon language, canon medical situations, canon gore (brief), canon death (passive, brief), trauma associated with working in the healthcare industry, disassociation, cold weather accidents (cause it's chilly where i am this morning hehe), flirty jack, reader has no hold on her emotions when it comes to him, slight nervous tics, reader obvi likes jack from afar (cause who doesn't), kissing, lack of professionalism from both jack and reader, oral (f recieving), smut, protected p in v, comfort, teasing, soft dom jack? yeah soft dom! jack, light sprinkling of angst lemme know if i missed any!
A/N: idk what happened, this was supposed to be a lil thing that turned into this. him yelling in last night's episode really did something to me, i guess 👀
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jack abbot is a frustratingly calm man. he allows a rare glimpse into who he is every once in while. like tonight for example, when he yells at a patient to shut the fuck up. and...honestly, there wasn't even a thought in your head before a giggle sprouted from your lips
he tossed you a quirked eyebrow over his shoulder before continuing to guide the gurney into the trauma room- letting you know that he absolutely heard it. shit, so much for maintaining professionalism
'didn't know you could make a sound like that,' jack's voice is close, too close and you shiver at the feel of his warm breath on the back of your neck. the guise of him looking over your shoulder to the tablet in your hands does enough to keep your privacy in the crowded department
'it was just a laugh, you were being funny in that dry, take no shit way,' you busy yourself with zooming in on the scans for your patient, seeing the source of their discomfort and come up with a plan to help relieve it. simple, easy, some cases are not. and jack still hasn't backed away yet
'that wasn't a laugh, that was a giggle,' he pushes, just that little bit that most people wouldn't
'i'm tired,' is all you say, logging out of the tablet and tucking it into a spot among the others atop the counter, you turn to go toward the narcotics holder but the man is still in your personal space. his neck is right at your eye level and you tongue to keep another sound from cropping up at the sight of all his freckles nestled around a tan line
and then he says something that essentially blue screens your entire mind before walking off. 'it was cute, wouldn't mind hearing it again.'
hours go by, the cases never letting up and only seeming to get worse as night progresses. it's pitch black and cold outside, but you're determined to get a moment of peace out in the ambulance bay, your latest patient just coded, saved at the last possible second and you stepped away before jack could even look away from the screen displaying the vitals and you were gone
you startle when a weight settles over your shoulders, turning your head to find jack beside you and shifting his hips ever so slightly in a way that should not be as distracting as it is because you know why he's doing it. 'you okay? that was a tough one, but we saved her."
'yeah, it's just...the breathing gets me sometimes. the rattling in the chest." you recall cases where you were in training, in school, out in the field...at home...
'i get that, it's hard not to compare situations, but the knowledge is different. you know more now than you did then, you did what you could then and adapted, that's better than nothing, than being stuck.'
'okay, mr. i saw my therapist this week.' you gently nudge your shoulder into his, grateful for the zip up he brought out for you. you tug it closer, the scent of his cologne and lingering sterility from the hospital a calming duo. your exhale is heavy, weighted
'like it better when you're laughing,' he admits
'i think i'm all tapped out of laughter for the night, sorry to disappoint.' you offer him a half smile, eyes not quite meeting his own as he looks over. you busy yourself with feeding your arms through the sleeves of his jacket, it's a little loose on you but you rather like it. not that you'd admit it aloud
'you could never disappoint me," he makes sure to catch your eyes, holding them as he leans in, fingers doing up the zipper for you. despite yourself, a nervous sound bubbles up just as your stomach flips
'close enough,' he winks at you before scanning his badge to open the door and holding it open for you to walk through first. you don't take his jacket off for the rest of your shift, pressing your face into the fabric when you have a moment to take in the soothing scent
-
he hears your cackle from down the hall, just as the morning shift begins to show up for pre-rounds. the eager beavers and over achievers who want to show that they want to be here milling about and getting a lay of the land before everyone else. he did it, though it was more out of a sense of duty than to please anyone but his latent sense of restlessness. grateful, to whoever brought that sound out of you
but then he hears your words, 'oh fuck off, he does not like me.'
mckay's voice is a hum, the rasp in it just pitched enough to hide her words but the responding scoff from you is loud and clear.
'nobody likes me, cassie. not during school, not during my peace corps tours, not during my residency. ever.'
'maybe you just weren't paying attention, you're very hard not to like,' he heard that just fine, but maybe that's because he's walked into the open space of the hub and does a quick glance around the space. it's still early, the sun not even up yet
'i'm not the type of person that people fall for, end of story.' you say it so matter of fact that jack wonders what would cause you to take so firm a stance on something that is so completely, utterly wrong. he knows two nurses off the top of his head that get flustered when you're on shift and one of the ortho fellows asks about you every time she dips down here for a consult- in a decidedly more than friendly way if the snacks left for you are any indication
he decides to do something about that, just as soon as the rest of the day shift gets here
he finds you in the on-call room, robby mentioning that he saw you duck in there after handing off your last patient. your back is to the door when he enters, steps quiet
'trying to run away on me now?' he wishes he could say that he doesn't enjoy the gasp of his name falling from your lips as you turn too quickly but he does. he might even preen at the way your skin visibly prickles as he catches you when your balance falters
he chuckles lowly, ears picking up the nervous laughter on every shaky exhale
it sounds almost manic now, as he backs you into the metal frame of the bunk bed with slow steps. the glint in his hazel eyes just shy of taunting and your breathing becomes shallow. your lips move but you doubt any actual words form- none of it matters when jack dips his head and captures them in a kiss
his hands cup your face, the callus on his palms jolting your nerves like a strike of lighting. you want to feel them everywhere. you surge forward, opening up to him, giving into this, giving into him
'you really think no one likes you?' he breaths the words into the skin of your neck, teeth grazing ever so slightly. 'cause i can think of a handful of people on the night shift alone.'
'a-are you one of them?' the hope in your voice nearly kills him on the spot. he caresses his thumbs over your cheeks, eyes softening as he takes in your vulnerable expression, brows knit together and lips slightly swollen.
'i wouldn't be kissing you if i wasn't.' he does so again, hoping to erase the look from your face. you melt into him further, arms wrapping around his ribs as he holds you steady by your waist. swiping his tongue across the seam of your lips pulls a delicious whimper from you that has him hardening in his scrubs
just like the giggle you made earlier made him twitch only this is so much better
he feels like he finally got through to you when your hands trail up to his chest, feeling him in open exploration. he takes a loose hold of your wrists and directs your hands underneath the hem of his shirt, telling you it’s okay to touch
‘want you to touch me, baby,’ he mouths at your jaw, his own hands tangling in the hair he looses from the clip keeping it out of your face. your palms rest over his pecks, the tips of your pinkies roving over his nipples. ‘fuck, just like that.’
tops tumble to the floor, scrub ties come undone and then he’s shifting to lie on the bottom bed, pulling you down with him. your back hits the thin blankets, hips immediately hiking up so jack can remove your bottoms, underwear dragging down alongside them
you’re completely naked underneath him, chest heaving and lips swollen. your heart is hammering beneath your ribs, your core throbbing with the sensations he’s playing all over your body, mouth snug around a peaked nipple and fingers brushing briefly through course hair before slipping between swollen folds
he’s alarmingly quick at finding that little bundle of nerves, pulling a high-pitched keen from you when he circles two fingers around it before tapping them against it firmly. ‘eyes on me.’
lashes fluttering, you try, you really do. Keeping his eyes even as he moves down your body and presses his mouth to your core. your hips surge up, a cry spilling from your lips, perhaps a touch too loud, but he doesn’t make a move to silence you. his tongue dips inside and you moan, being filled so long overdue a feeling that you can’t help but scramble for a hold on his curls
that seems to spur him on, his lips latch around your clit and he teases it between his teeth. two fingers gently trace you, slipping inside easily. your eyes shoot down to him and he’s staring at you, pupils blown and heat swirling in the multicolored depths
‘f-fuck,’ you manage to huff out, his name following before he begins to move them in a steady rhythm. you don’t dare look away, not even when he crooks them deep inside and finds the spot that spurs wildfire across your entire body. it doesn’t take long before you’re clenching around his fingers and coming with a cry of his name
through the sound of your panting, you register the ripping of foil. vision slightly blurred you look up to find jack rolling a condom down over himself. he’s beautiful, every inch of him on display for your wandering, hazy eyes. freckled skin, sculpted muscles, tan lines you only got to glimpse until now
‘you’re gorgeous,’ you coo, reaching out to drag the tip of a finger along the underside of his cock, standing proud between his legs. his lips quirk up on one side, there you are, he likes you teasing and full of fighting spirit
he urges you to sit up, helping to roll you both until he’s the one on his back. your knees sink into the mattress as you hover over him. before he can say anything, you take him in hand and slip him between your folds, guiding your hips over him in a sinful tease. his blunt nails bite into your skin, hands gripping tight to your waist
the slick sound is too much for him, he needs to be inside you, he needs to feel you clench around him. he tells you as much and you heed them, holding him still and rising high to notch him perfectly at your entrance. your other hand rests over his chest for balance, hips sinking, sinking, sinking- until your hips are flush with his
‘god damn,’ jack moans, heat curling in his belly, thighs quivering with the effort to hold himself back. if you were on your back, you’d be a mewling, moaning mess of pleasure- he’s damn sure of it
but he wants you to feel in control, even as his hips shift and hitch your breath. he twitches, pulling a different sound from you and then you’re moving in little wiggles to get a feel for him. he chokes out your name when you begin to bounce, his hands moving up to your ribs, thumbs buried underneath the wright of your breasts
he surges up, meeting you move for move as he digs a heel and palm into the bed. two bodies rolling together, grinding- the wet sound of where he fills you spurring him on further
‘jack, please, i’m so close,’ you whimper, knocking your forehead into his, nails digging into his shoulders where you do your best to hold on tight. he hopes you leave marks for him to catch in the mirror later, allowing him that much of you. he reaches down between your legs, feeling for that swollen bundle and he knows he’s found it when your breath stutters out
heat envelopes you, surging suddenly as your release overtakes your body. it’s silent, though your mouth opens as if to let out a scream, muscles locking up. jack groans deeply at the tight clench of you around him, pulling his own release from him. you two can only pant, the on-call room filled with the swirl of your combined scents and sweat
-
‘we don’t, um, we don’t have to talk about this, if you don’t want to.’ you refuse to look at him, not wanting to face the inevitable dismissal that always happens after being intimate with someone. like you told mckay, no one ever really likes you
‘what are you talking about?’ jack looks up sharply from where he rights his scrub top from being inside out. you’re standing, just having put your ensemble back on, hair still loose and a little wild
‘no strings and all that,’ you carefully fold his jacket up and offer it to him. instead of taking it, he snatches your wrist and pulls you between his legs. you yelp at the action, confusion coloring your features as the garment falls to the floor
‘i told you i like you,’ jack captures your eyes, almost daring you to look away with how intense his gaze is. his mouth is a firm line, a faint one between his brows
‘i thought that was just to, you know…get in my pants,’ you’re not you, the reliable but take no shit – straight to the point next in line to be an attending night shift person he’s come to know over the last year. the person standing in front of him is…foreign and he’s more than a little concerned. you're stuttering, nervous, second guessing, self-conscious- all the things he never wants to see in you again
‘you’re fucking…you being serious right now? is that who you think i am?’ he can’t help the tinge of anger that heats his words, turns them sharp. he regrets it when you shrink into yourself the smallest bit
“no! no, i-i don’t actually, but…it’s just that-‘ he watches the way your eyes flit around, unable to meet his. his heart thumps painfully in his chest, you...you slept with him even if it…you’ve given so much of yourself to people only to get burned in the past, he realizes
‘that’s happened before?’ he asks carefully, taking your hands in his and cradling them, urging you to understand that he’s here. that he cares
your silence is answer enough. and while it angers him once again, he reigns it in, opting to revisit that emotional response with his therapist later on. and maybe you once he gets to know you a little better and can do so without triggering you
‘you are worth more than all of those people who did you wrong combined, you hear me?’ he stands and wraps his arms around you, hoping to shield you from a world that’s seemingly done nothing but harm you up until this point. ‘i’ve got you, okay?’
nodding, you bury your head in the crook of his neck and breath in deep
-
'i'm ecxited to see what other sounds i can pull from you," he pulls you close and presses his lips to yours in a sound kiss. ‘but i’m also looking forward to just talking with you.’
he holds open the door for you, waiting until your seat belt is securely clicked into place before closing it. he bids you good bye, saying to text him when you wake up from your sleep and then he’ll get you for a late lunch or early dinner. you watch as he walks away toward his own vehicle, too caught up in shape of his ass and the broadness of his shoulders to see mckay sneak up to your passenger window
‘told you he liked you.’ she wiggles her brows at you, eyes lingering on the faint mark he suckled into the spot below your ear
‘shut up, cassie.’ you let loose a few giggles, unable to reign them in. just like yesterday
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