as a mentally ill person with chronic pain, my favourite thing about The Pitt is hearing them name different medications and me saying to my boyfriend “lmao i’ve taken that”
Al-Hashimi's cry in the car was so fucking relatable to anyone who has a chronic illness that feels like they're being barred from doing what they want because of something that they had no choice or control over.
Summary: Dennis and Trinity end up roping you into a silly little bet that had you ending up in a very compromising position with two of the Senior attendings as they overheard the details of the game.
CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Oral (m/f), fingering, Double penetration, Unprotected P I V, anal, a little degredation and condecention but like in a hot way hehe
Note: Welcome to my dirty little 6.5k word fic that isn't really proof read and was supposed to be a teensy little drabble!! Brought to you by a conversation with @valyntynhardy that had me thinking up a storrmmmm, thank you babes 🩷!! However, halfway through writing I noticed it started to sound a little like a fic I had read so with their permission I will tag the creator of that fic which is, @rr-after-dark and you can find the fic here Hope you all enjoy!!
“TRIN WAIT NO!”
The voice of Dennis Whitaker traveled through the hallways as you stood by the lockers with Mel and Samira. Followed quickly by the sound of what could only be described as a small scuffle and loud thud before Trinity arrived at your area.
“Did you guys-whoo I’m out of shape- did you know huckleberry here has like no body hair?” Trinity lets out small giggles as she begins spilling a very intimate secret about her roommate.
“Uhm, well no I can’t say for a good reason why any of us would have known this.” You look around to everyone in your proximity, “But sharing is caring I guess?”
“I’m sorry and how do you know this?” Mel squeaked out with reddened cheeks.
“I’m so glad you asked, he was taking the longest time in the shower as usual and so I went to scare him and the idiot grabs the shower curtain” trinity paused to snort out a laugh, “and-and it all comes down and next thing I know I am staring at a naked little mole rat”
“It’s not funny! It’s probably like an underlying condition of something okay” With cheeks redder than Mel’s, Dennis was trying hard not to make it seem like he was confirming his predicament. He wasn’t denying it either however.
“You know what I’m sure loads of men don’t really have body hair,” Samira was doing her best to console the poor boy, “I bet even some people we work with are in the same boat!”
You fixed your face into a you’re joking expression directly aimed at her.
“Okay then who? Because I couldn’t name one who I think is smoother than poor Dennis over here” Trinity motions to the entirety of the ED before getting a look in her eye. “Hold on, what if we I don't know take some bets about this.”
“No, Trinity, that's such an HR violation” Mel immediately voices her concerns
“Only if you tell them, okay let’s narrow it down to the attendings keep it small” she sneaks a look at you specifically, “Abbot and Robby; bush, trimmed, or fully shaved? Bonus points for chest hair”
A beat of silence followed after her statement, as everyone took their time in processing what exactly they were getting themselves into. And if they were willing to participate.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate”
“They’re our bosses-”
“IT’S A CONDITION!”
All three began arguing over the ethics of Trinity's proposed bet, you however lifted a finger to your chin before interrupting everyone.
“Abbot is for sure trimmed with a little chest hair, and Robby is definitely a full jungle head to toe no doubt about it”
A shrug was added towards the end as if this was light work, and that's because it was. You weren’t going to lie and say you hadn’t thought about this before, many, many times. You were an R4 and had been working at the PTMC since your MS4. There was no doubt that you held a candle to both of your much older attendings, hell you’ve been called out multiple times on the doe eyes you’ve made when you thought no one was looking.
Dana had especially caught on, and never ceased to remind you that they were double your age and that a sweet girl like you didn’t need to be tied down by old men like them. If only she knew how much it turned you on to hear just how much older they were. And it was worse when the reminders came from Robby and Abbot themselves.
‘Good God I was in med school by the time you were born sweetheart’
‘I have tattoos that are older than you kid’
Both statements were seared into your brain the moment they said it. Lines that replayed one too many times with a hand furiously circling your clit while splayed out on your bed fantasizing about your bosses. So yeah your bet was one made with the confidence of four years of pining after these men.
“Nah Abbot's smooth and Robby is trimmed” Trinity wasted no time in following behind with hers.
“Fine, uhm both of them are trimmed short, but Robby has the chest hair” Samira's vote was cast in a mumble as she avoided eye contact.
“I’m going to say both are clean shaven” you had a feeling Dennis was just trying to make himself feel better.
“Nope, no thanks I’ll handle the money” Mel shook her head having absolutely no interest whatsoever in participating.
“Okay, problem though. How exactly are we going to find out?” Trinity once again laid her gaze on you, which to be fair so did everyone else. Point taken.
“Alright sure I volunteer as tribute, but if I do this it’s up to 20$ per correct guess. Bush and chest hair are separate so we’re talking 40 bucks per attending”
You weren’t about to become a walking HR violation if there wasn’t a chance of getting 240$ richer. A girl has bills to pay.
As all agreed on the bet, handing your money over to Mel you realized you needed a game plan.
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It all began the next day when Abbot had picked up a double. He and Robby were chatting and discussing patient care when you and Trinity saddled up to the station to chart on your own patients. Seeing no time like the present you decided to seize the moment and turned to Trinity.
“Do you have a good waxer?”
Trinity's eyes bugged out for just one moment before she recognized the plan.
“No, sorry babe I just take care of it myself at home”
“I used to have a good one but she moved to LA, and I haven’t touched it since” Not a lie, “I don’t trust myself not to cut off a lip so I figured I’d just leave it until I find a new one.”
Out of the corner of your eye you caught the way both men had frozen in their spots, eyes wide and a blush creeping up Robby’s neck.
“Say Dr. Robby, Dr. Abbot do you guys know a good place to get waxed?”
That sweet blush melted onto poor Robby’s cheeks at your inquiry. He then looked over to Jack as if making sure he wasn’t going crazy.
“I, uh can’t say that I do kid” Hand rubbing the back of his neck.
“You really think we look like the kind of people who would know someone for that sweetheart?” Jack settled his gaze into nonchalance a lot easier than Robby did.
“Well I don’t know I didn’t want to assume, you know” you shrug before grabbing Trinity’s wrist and walking away, “okay well that eliminates waxing but doesn't eliminate if they shave or trim.”
The next opportunity you had was a week or so later when you saw Robby standing alone in the supply closet.
“Do they have any witch hazel or aloe in here?” An innocent and slightly stupid question that no one would blink twice at.
“I’m not entirely sure why, what’s up kid?” Robby turned to look at you as if you were presenting a case.
“Well the patient in central 6 came in with what they thought was an STD, burning and itching and all that. Turns out it’s a simple rash from shaving” You search his face for any sense of acknowledgement, or the vibes of understanding. But instead you get nothing but the look of okay and?
“Well if we don’t have it, discharge them with instructions and some powder for the irritation” Robby tried his best not to blush once more at the full attention you were giving him, efforts that ended up failing at your next statement.
“Well what do you do Dr. Robby? You know if you shave too short and it gets really itchy and bothersome?”
“I don’t, uhm-“
Robby was saved by the bell as Dana came in and called a trauma. Something you huffed about knowing you weren’t going to get an answer. The breath you let out caught his attention unbeknownst to you, as a quizzical expression fell onto his face as he realized this was the second conversation like this he’s had with you in as many weeks.
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Jack’s turn for questioning came the next day at shift change as you ran into him at the lockers. You were putting your things into the space and he was taking his out.
“Oh hey Dr.Abbot, I have a quick question for you”
“Your questions are never quick nor are they usually good for my health”
“No I promise this is totally five by five”
“I don’t think you used that-”
“Anyway, so what type of fabric is your underwear?”
A long sigh left his nostrils as he closed his eyes letting his head dip down. Turning his body to face you fully he leaned a shoulder against the lockers as he folded his arms across his chest.
“I want to ask why you want to know that sweetheart, but I think I’m also scared of knowing the reason”
“Well, since you kind of asked I’ll tell you,” stepping a bit closer to him so you could demonstrate your question while you tell it, “I haven’t bought new ones in a while and I noticed that if I shaved, it would poke through the polyester fabric which was super uncomfortable. So I was just wondering if you had that problem?”
If only you had a camera because the look on Jack Abbots face was priceless but only for a split second. His attempt at remaining stoic quickly dropped as his shoulder slid off the lockers for a moment, losing his cool before he straightened up schooling his expression and narrowing his eyes at you.
“Cotton.”
The flatness of his tone sent shivers down your spine as he locked his gaze onto yours not letting you escape, It was your turn to slightly lose your cool. Jack figuring the best plan is to meet you at your own game, one that you were so clearly playing.
Before this your flirtations were kept small and sweet. Ones that he and Robby were more than happy to play into, but they never entertained you much further knowing that you were much too young for them. They also refused to let themselves believe that you were genuinely into them. You who were sunshine personified with the confidence to boot during procedures. The one who they watched as every med student and consultant flirted with you in an attempt to get into your pants only to come out unsuccessful each and every time.
These thoughts and memories were swimming through his head as you left him with a small ‘oh ok, thanks’ and headed out onto the floor but not before he saw you quickly pull out your phone and began furiously typing. Grabbing his backpack he heads out as well, stopping when he sees Robby at the nurses station and figures he'd ask if he noticed anything odd about you lately.
“Hey brother I got a question for you, have you noticed anything odd with-”
“Oh thank god you too?”
Jack didn’t even finish his sentence before Robby was adding in his own thoughts. Both the men recounted their encounters with you noticing a similar topic to your questioning and interest with them recently. But it wasn’t truly making sense to why you were so hung up on this until they overheard a passing conversation that they definitely weren’t supposed to hear.
“Damn it, she said still nothing definitive” came the voice of Trinity Santos the day shift R2 came close to where the two attendings were standing but not close enough that she and Dennis Whitaker saw them standing there.
“I still think betting on their body hair is weird”
“Okay well technically it's not their body hair it's just how they keep their bushes okay with a side bet of chest hair, totally appropriate,” She scoffed as she typed a quick reply on her phone, “plus are you not 80$ deep like the rest of us?”
“Well yeah but having her do it feels cruel when she’s told us about how much she likes Abbot and Robby,”
“Chill with the emotions huckleberry, and please they like her just as much. Which is why she has the best chance”
They walk away soon after leaving both attendings to stew over their words. Over two things specifically; one being the fact that a small group of their doctors have been betting over their pubic hair, but second and more importantly that you actually liked them. Their eyes met and it was almost as if they had the same thought process, which they did. Now they only had one problem though, they needed to figure out how to confront you about it.
Because here you were flaunting around the ED flirting with them and asking questions that should’ve definitely sent you straight to HR. Except Trinity and Dennis were correct, it didn’t because it was you who asked. Taking a quick peek at the schedule they saw that the next shift was your last before you had four days off, they were also short a couple doctors and coincidently neither were supposed to be working. And since Jack and Robby were both such givers they signed themselves up to pick up the shift.
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The day started out like any other. You showed up ready to work with an extra pep in your step as it was hot attending free, feeling like you could finally breathe. You loved flirting with them truly, but with this bet going on it was getting harder and harder to get through your shift. Not because you were getting sick of them, no never that. It’s the amount of forced proximity that was really messing with your head.
You were starting to feel as though the faint scent of their body wash and cologne was beginning to embed itself inside your sinuses. Or how the sound of their voices were etched so deep into your brain it replayed constantly as you wore out the batteries of your favorite vibrator almost nightly. But today was going to be different, today was a hot older man free day. At least it was supposed to be, but that quickly dissipated as a few voices you thought weren't going to be around came from behind you.
“Look at her walking in here with a little pep in her step, what do you think got into her?”
“No idea, maybe it's just her youthful state. I mean you remember what it was like to be her age don't you?”
Michael fucking Robinavitch and Jack asshole Abbot had swarmed you as soon as you walked towards the entrance. Only causing a slight stumble before catching your balance and regaining a shred of your already paper thin confidence.
“Well I thought it was going to be a peaceful day, but I guess the powers that be said no.” you attempted a joking insult so that it seemed like nothing about this was getting to you.
But deep and gravelly laughs followed your statement, the kind that had your thighs tightening and heat creeping up your neck. A focus that you were ripped out of at the feeling of a hand on your lower back, which made you halt in your steps. Looking over you spotted Abbot positioning himself against your side before a long arm from the other man in your presence shot out and opened the door allowing you to walk in first.
It was odd, not in an uncomfortable way but mostly because you hadn’t often taken them on at the same time so to speak. Usually choosing to focus on one or the other unless you had back up like Trinity. But here with both of them crowding your space made you feel out of control and dizzy.
Squeaking out a thank you before rushing through the doors trying to get some type of distance, you were stopped short when it came to the security door where they wasted no time in crowding into your space again. Their scents filling your nose as the hairs at the back of your neck stood on edge.
You tried to start this shift with an attempt at the normal teasing and flirtations with the usual confidence you normally had, but as time went on you found yourself becoming increasingly overwhelmed with their constant presence. Mostly because there was something different about them today, they were less playful and dismissive with your advances. Instead it was more intentional, they doubled down on their own flirtations back and almost tag teaming you from each side. Rarely was there a time that one of them wasn’t around you, whenever you picked up a patient they were right there behind you asking for an immediate presentation, or about differentials and possible diagnoses.
They were also more physical as well, a hand at the lower part of your back or on your shoulder when passing by, or even if they were standing near you talking to others. And they were always standing much too close to you when looking at the charts and labs, you couldn’t seem to scramble together more than two words every time they asked you a question because of how overbearing their presence was today. It got to the point where Samira had asked if you were okay since you had seemed so distracted, you did your best to reassure her you were okay but that didn’t seem to ease much of her worry. And unfortunately for you she decided to talk to the worst two people possible about your behavior.
“Im just concerned you know she seems distracted”
“No worries Mohan we’ll check up on her” Abbot tried his own reassurance hoping that he convinced her better than you did.
“I appreciate you bringing this to us. We will do our best to see what's going on”
Robby figured that adding a second statement would distract her from lingering on one or the other for too long. And it seemed to work as she nodded her thanks before walking off. It wasn’t until the last three hours of the shift they decided to finally run their intervention.
“Hey kid do me a favor and walk with me” Robby approaches you from behind as you try and think of every possible way to get out of it.
“Oh I’m sorry, I can’t. Patient in south 5 needs me” you take one step away before a large hand wraps around your bicep as he begins talking above your head.
“Hey Mel do me a favor take her patients for a bit” She nods her agreement before walking off to finish whatever task she was in the middle of, “See no biggie, c’mon”
He guided you into the hallway quite a distance away from the ED, right up until you saw ON CALL ROOM 3 plastered beside a door. Knocking three times seemed to be the password as the door opened to show Jack Abbot, the only other man you absolutely didn’t trust yourself to be around today.
Before you could protest and make an argument for being too busy to talk once more, a small tap on your left ass cheek had you taking shocked stumbling steps into the room. The door was closed and a lock clicked as you stood as far back as you could from the two men. You weren’t scared of them per say, but you were scared that they were about to tell you they were reporting you for inappropriate questioning over the last few weeks.
“I uhm-”
“Ah ah ah, sweetheart this isn’t your turn to talk” Jack spoke first, moving so that he was directly beside Robby where he stood but two feet in front of you, which also meant they were effectively blocking your way at a quick exit.
“Look kid you aren’t getting out of this, better to come clean now” Robby crossed his arms over his chest the movement somehow making him seem even broader.
“I don’t- I don’t know what you're talking about” You were on the verge of tears, mind running rampant with the thoughts of losing your residency and possibly your career.
“Aww look at the poor thing Mike, I think we’ve scared her”
“Nah Jack I think she's right where she wants to be,”
“Dr. Abbot, Dr. Robby I’m sorr-”
“Shhh, no doctor. Just Michael and Jack right now”
Jack is the first to take yet another step closer to you with Robby following suit. But as you attempt to find any semblance of distance you feel your knees hit the edge of the chair that had been sitting in the corner of the room. The motion caused you to fall to the seat, eyes drifting to the front of their pants that lined up with your new view. Both seams were pulled tight in an intimidating tent from each man.
“I don’t understand wh-whats going on?”
“Dont play coy now,” Jack grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “secrets and bets aren’t kept quiet for long in this hospital,”
He traced your bottom lip with the same thumb, pulling it down slightly. Robby groaned at the sight before he reached a hand similar to Jack, but instead of going for your face he gripped a handful of your ponytail and slightly yanked back so your throat stretched upwards.
“Well, you wanted to see so badly, so look” giving another tug to your hair.
With shaky hands you start with Robby's zipper pulling it down slowly before moving onto his boxers. His heavy length bobbed out, skin taught and flushed as his tip was already leaking, and he was long at least 8 inches. And right at the base was even better than you could’ve predicted, a full smattering of unruly dark curls that trailed down from the happy trail peaking out from his rising scrub top. But before you could get too carried away that warm hand on your chin gave it a small tap reminding you there were two, as if you could forget.
You were a bit more impatient with Jack’s pants already feeling the pulse of your own arousal beginning at the most menial of touches from them. Pulling his pants and boxers down his cock was just as impressive in its own way. While it wasn’t as long as Robby's it was definitely girthier, almost scarily so. Skin just as flushed and leaking with a prominent vein along the underside and of course to none of your surprise he was neatly trimmed, nothing too short but just enough to shape it into manageable.
Without allowing yourself to get too lost in thought reaching up with both hands you gripped each of their respective cocks and began stroking up and down their lengths spreading their arousal with your fingers. Sharp hisses left their lips at the contact.
“Aww come on now kid you didn’t harass us for weeks just to use your hands did you?” Robby chastises with a strained voice.
“Yeah come on sweetheart put that dirty mouth to better use than you have been” This time its Jack that puts a hand in your hair pushing you towards where they wanted you most. At first you went to focus on just one at a time before you heard Jack’s tsk start to correct you.
“You’ve talked such a big game so you can take both”
“Wh-what Jack, I don't think I can.” Your eyes widened at the prospect of two of the biggest cocks you’d seen.
“You can do it kid, open up and say ahh” Robby’s lips morphed into a smirk.
And you did opening as wide as you could, realistically you could only really fit the first inch of each of them at the same time while pumping the rest of their length with your hands. However, you settled into a rhythm of running your mouth up and down Robby’s then Jack’s cock and finally taking both as far as you could at one time. It only took a few minutes before your eyes were spilling with tears and spit dripped from your lips.
“That’a girl, fuck feels so good! Doesn’t she feel good Mike?”
“God yes, so fucking warm. But I wanna taste her Jack.” Robby lets out a deep moan as you deliver a particularly harsh suck to his cockhead.
“Yes please, I want that” pulling back with a slight pop as their cocks fall from your mouth, the idea of their mouths on you sent goosebumps flowing down your spine.
“Alrighty kid strip before getting on the bed, then put your hips at the edge” Robby ordered with a strong tone.
Hurriedly removing your scrubs, you position yourself as directed. Before noticing how both men chose to keep their clothes on, leaving their pants just tucked below their hips. A realization that had you instinctively trying to cover yourself.
As your arms went to cover your breasts, larger ones gripped your wrists and moved to hold them above your head. Looking to your side you were met with Jack's hazel eyes as he held yours with a hard gaze.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself, I’ve waited years for this,” Jack's lips came crashing onto yours, messily filled with teeth and tongue before moving down the column of your throat, “I’ve had to guess what these perfect tits looked like with my hand wrapped around my cock way too often. And they’re even better than anything I could’ve imagined”
Your eyes were screwed shut as your teeth sunk into your lip trying hard to keep your noises down. But a startled gasp broke through as Robby’s hands caressed your thighs, where once again you tried to cover yourself by squeezing them shut. But he was quicker moving his shoulders between so there was no chance of hiding.
“Who’d have thought you’d be so shy kid? You’re all talk and no bite aren’t you?” Robby teased as he gently ran a finger through your own soft curls pressing farther into your slit, collecting the leaking arousal, “but you’ve never had a real man take care of you have you? Let alone two”
“N-no, never” your voice was a breathy whisper in your attempt to respond.
All chances of being silent went out the window as Jack wrapped his lips around a nipple while Robby buried his face deep into your cunt.
“Oh fuck Michael!” That had Jack shoving two fingers in your mouth to keep the noise at bay.
“Fucking hell kid,” his deep growl vibrated against your sensitive flesh, “as much as I love hearing you call my name, gonna need you to be quiet for us, can you be a good girl and do that?”
Lips still wrapped around Jack's fingers you managed a nod. With one mouth expertly buried at your sensitive core shoving his nose into you and inhaling deep and the other sucking on your breasts you could feel that dull pulse pull tighter on that string.
That feeling only built as Jack pulled away from your chest removing the fingers from your mouth and moving down to where Robby was.
Those spit slick fingers moved around the back of your thigh and pressed in right below Robby’s chin. The instant stretch had you biting on your knuckles and he scissors his fingers in a smooth rhythmic manner.
“Bet Mike's mouth feels real good doesn’t it, sweetheart?” His question wasn’t one he needed answered with words as your face and moans said it all, but lord did you try. Nothing but babbles came out as he flipped between harsh sucks and using his tongue to inscribe his name over your clit.
“Yeah he does,” Jack continued, “I can feel you squeezing my fingers real good. I’ll tell you what, be a good girl and let go for us just once before we fuck you”
“Yes, ohmygod pl-please!”
With toes curled and back arched the string snapped as Robby nipped at your clit and Jack hooked his fingers to press into that soft spot that had you gushing and your vision going white. Pleasure shot through your body as your orgasm contracted every lower muscle you had. Squeezing Jack fingers so hard he almost came at the thought of it being on his cock next.
Your mind was floating as you barely registered how Jack spread your arousal down to your puckered hole. Nor did you fully realize you were being manhandled until the world spun around you and you found yourself face to face with Jack's black t-shirt covered chest.
“Okay sweetheart gonna take this nice and slow, big breath for me” The man beneath you whispered into your ear.
Confusion muddled your brain as it was still slow to recover from the mind numbing orgasm, but it all made sense as you felt his cock being pushed into your cunt. Slow and steady as he gave you little moments to adjust. All the while Robby had opened the lube that he came prepared with as he slathered his length in it with a few jerks watching as Jack's cock disappeared into your sweet cunt. The stretch was almost too much compared to his fingers earlier.
As he finally bottomed out he held your hips down onto him only allowing small grinding movements of your pelvis against his. You were desperate for more and your poor mind was lost three ways to Sunday as his thick cock filled you up more than you had ever been. Little whines were released as you attempted to move but the grip Jack had was tight and immovable. However, both your movements and noises died down as Robby’s hand settled between your shoulder blades pushing you further into Jack as he also maneuvered your hips down and back so that he could reach his destination. You felt cold liquid spread between your cheeks before you heard his voice call out.
“Be real still f’me” that baritone of Robby’s voice was like an electric shock to your nerves. And the small praises that came from Jack in your ear were enough to make you cum again.
“Fuck, so fucking tight baby hold on” strain crept its way into Robby’s words as he slowly pushed in trying to be gentle as he passed through the tight rings of muscle.
“Doing so good sweetheart, taking us both so well” small kisses and marks were littered between sentences Jack was whispering. “Oh Fuck Mike, can feel your cock pressing against her”
“Ugghh s’big,” wiggling your hips to stuff more of both inside, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head “feels s’good”
Another minute went by before Robby was able to get himself fully seated inside your ass, and Jack in the same position with your sensitive cunt. While they took their time stuffing you full beyond belief it only took seconds for them to start moving, and in perfect time as well. When Robby stayed put Jack pulled out, and when Jack pushed back in Robby pulled out. Both coming out just until the tip was left before thrusting back in with such force that had the air pushed from your lungs.
If they were worried about you being loud before that was not the problem any more. The constant push and pull of the two men had your mouth hanging open in a silent O. The feel of their bruising grips on your waist and hips only added to the blinding arousal that filled your body.
“Such a good girl sweetheart, letting us fuck you dumb in the middle of your shift” Jacks degrading words only had you whimpering in agreement.
“No words for us kid, was this more than you thought you could handle?” Robby spreads your ass so that he can see himself slide in and out better, a view that had him groaning as he felt his own orgasm building.
And almost as if their minds and bodies were melded into one, as Robby thought it Jack voiced it.
“Fuck don’t know how much longer I can last brother. Plus i think our break is coming to an end”
“I-I’m s-so” That competent mind that they loved so much had turned off, a sight they knew they shouldn’t love as much as they do but they couldn’t help it.
The look of pure bliss on your face combined with tears flowing down your cheeks and their marks across your body was something they were going to make sure happened on a regular basis. This was their way into your life and they weren't about to let it happen just once. That tell tale fluttering of your cunt and tightening of your ass on the two men told them you were just as close as they were.
And they were correct, the immense pressure of both of them rubbing against each other inside and the friction of movement on your clit had you barreling into your second orgasm. They quickened their pace chasing their own highs, rhythm being slightly lost as they stopped trying to time it. This had you losing yourself even more as you stopped being able to tell where one ended and the other began. And whatever lucidity you had faded as your orgasm all but paralyzed you.
“Fuckfuckfuckkk!” You gritted out through clenched teeth, body locking up as you gripped Jack's hair with one hand and the other gripping Robby's wrist on your hip.
“C’mon sweetheart take it!” Jack grunted out himself as both he and Robby shoved themselves as deep as they could, reaching parts of your body you didn’t even know existed.
“Take it all kid just like that” Robby’s grip becoming impossibly harder
Grunts and moans flew from the two men as they emptied themselves into your body, warmth bloomed from their cum filling up you to what felt like your chest. Shallow movement from both had you squeaking out with overstimulation at each thrust. You could feel them soften slightly before they pull out. Grabbing the wipes from the bedside table and lightly cleaning you up.
Your body was still limp as they slid your underwear and scrubs back on,and your body moved into a sitting position. Light taps to your cheek had your eyes drooping open just slightly. Feeling the water bottle set against your bottom lip your mouth opened instinctively as a hand gripped your chin in place.
“Look at that, don’t even need to ask her before she does what we want now” Jack stroked your hair so that it looked more presentable.
“Gonna need you to walk out of her kid, think you can do that” Robby moved the bottle from your mouth and moved your chin with his hand to look him in his eyes.
You begin to nod before he cuts off your movements.
“Nope gotta use your words like a big girl”
“Y-yes Michael” breaths coming out deep and heavy.
“Alrighty lets get you up,” Jack's hands lifted you from your position under your arms to stand on your own two feet. “Woah there bambi take a minute”
His words rushed out as your knees instantly buckled and both him and Robby moved to catch you.
“I can do it,” taking a deep breath, you all but stumbled to the door. But before you could open it you heard Robby call out.
“Just so you know we’re taking you home with us tonight and we’re gonna talk this thing through, got it?”
“This wasn’t just a one time thing sweetheart, this was four years in the making. We know you take the bus so you’ll hitch a ride with us.” Jack then nodded for you to leave first.
"Oh one more thing," you called out before leaving, "the second part of the bet?"
A chuckle left both the men as they each lifted their shirts up to their necks confirming exactly what you knew. But the new peek at their bodies had your own gearing up for another round already, so with a small giggle and thanks you tucked your head down and exited the room.
With every wobbly step you could feel their cum slightly leak out and pool into your underwear, and you were extremely grateful the shift was almost over. Making your way to where most everyone was gathered at the nurses station, they all watched as you headed towards them with a noticeable limp in your gait and an absentminded smile across your face.
“Time to pay up, I was correct” leaning your exhausted body on the counter top.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Trinity knew what it meant but part of her didn’t believe you while Samira, Mel, and Dennis made questioning glances between you two.
At least that was until they saw both of their attendings talking in hushed whispers coming from the exact hallway you had. Jack or Robby didn't bother to fix their hair as they had done yours. And much to your embarrassment you could faintly see a you-sized handprint on Robby's forearm where his sleeves were pushed up, and Jack's neck had a you-sized bite mark where you must’ve chomped down without thinking. Heat flushed through your body as they walked past where you and the group huddled, nodding to you in unison as you nearly sank to your knees once more. But a teeny bit of pride that filled your chest kept you upright with just enough left over confidence to turn back to the four that went from confused to shocked.
And without another word Mel reached into her bag grabbing the envelope that held what was now your water and electricity bill payment. Shoving it into your pocket before moving away to very carefully sit on one of the stools to finish charting before you head out.
“So do we get half?” Jacks question had you scoffing
“Absolutely not this is my utilities bill” you shot him a look at the audacity of his words. But that look morphed into confusion when your phone chimed and a banking notification of 1,600$ being sent chimed on your phone. “Wait what the fuck?”
“You put in good work for that money, use it for something other than utilities,” Robby’s voice joined in, “Plus you’re not going to have to worry about bills anymore”
And before you could protest another notification of 1,600$ went through, this time with Jack's name.
“Just a little something for rent” he casually stated, “meet us by the black Chevy after you clock out”
Jack patted your shoulder before they both walked off, as if they just had been going over patient information with you and not sending you 3,200$ for ‘bills’. Which had you giggling because they both knew you lived in a shitty studio in the not great part of town, so they were very much aware of the fact they sent you at least triple your rent. Except instead of feeling embarrassment or shy, you felt cared for. And it had you excited for later tonight, wondering about all the plans they could have.
Never did you think Dennis and his lack of body hair would’ve been the push the three of you needed to finally break the years of building tension. But here you were with that silly little thought in your head as you made your way towards the truck where both men were waiting for you.
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
summary: breakfast is good, but dessert is better. a wholesome conversation over brunch quickly devolves into rough, nasty sex because of course it does. this is jack abbot we're talking about.
word count: 3.4k
content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! oral (m-and f-receiving), cum play, degradation, praise kink, orgasm denial/edging, mean dom!jack, spanking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, age gap, jack is a fucking sex demon, hollandaise slander (don't come for me)
notes: guysssssss this was so fucking fun to write. thanks to @777bambi777 and @sephirothapologist for the support on part two. if you really love me, you'll comment your favourite dinosaur. i'm a stegosaurus truther.
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by the time you reach the diner, you're exhausted. not only did you just work a twenty-seven hour shift, but since finding you asleep in the on-call room, jack has made you cum... five times? six? your brain is fuzzy, your pussy throbbing, your stomach grumbling, but all you can focus on is that mischievous glint in his eyes.
you slide into a booth by the window, quickly scanning the diner to make sure no one notices as jack slides in across from you. "nervous?" he asks, lips ticking up with a hint of a smile.
"we're in public," you say shyly.
"didn't seem too worried about that earlier," he replies neutrally, the innuendo present in his words but not his tone. you know he's right, but something about sharing a meal feels so much more intimate than fucking in the on-call room or getting eaten out in the backseat of his car.
a waitress named melinda comes to bring menus and coffee. she's warm and inviting, and the whole place has a smalltown vibe even though it's in central pittsburgh. you feel increasingly comfortable as you sit, sipping coffee and scanning a list of nine different eggs benedicts. when melinda comes back, jack orders steak and eggs and you go for the classic eggs benny. jack raises an eyebrow at you as she walks away.
"do you have any idea how dangerous hollandaise is?" he asks.
"i mean..."
"barely-cooked eggs just sitting warm all day? salmonella city."
"have you ever known anyone to die from hollandaise?"
"not personally."
"you seen it in the ED?"
"well... no."
"calculated risk," you continue. "dana smokes a pack a day, robby has that stupid bike, you literally get shot at for fun. let me eat my hollandaise in peace."
"fair," he replies with a wink.
melinda comes back to refill your coffee cup, which is already empty. jack doesn't refill his. once again, he looks at you suspiciously.
"shouldn't we be going to sleep soon?"
you try to ignore how your stomach flips at his usage of "we." you play it cool, taking a sip of your coffee. "it tastes good. and i have a high caffeine tolerance." you take another sip, letting out an exaggerated mmmmmmm while maintaining eye contact. "i get that it might be a foreign concept to you, though. caffeine does metabolize slower with age."
he lets out a little laugh. "is that so?"
"surprised you were unaware, doctor," you reply suggestively. he laughs outright at that.
"honey, believe me, i'm aware of a lot more than you think i am." he reaches across the table, brushing his fingers over your hand. it's surprisingly intimate.
melinda arrives with your food and you eat in silence for a few moments. your foot creeps its way closer to his under the table, rubbing your shoe up against his suggestively. he doesn't seem to notice. as you continue to eat and chat, your ministrations at his foot grow less discreet. when he doesn't reciprocate, you become pathetically pouty, desperate for his attention.
"what's with the pout, pretty girl?"
your chest flutters at the nickname, especially outside of intimacy. you think about brushing it off, but you don't quite know how. you decide to be honest. "you won't play footsie with me," you mumble.
jack looks genuinely perplexed for a second, before looking down under the table and seeing your leg rubbing up on his. he stifles a laugh, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "sweetheart?"
"yes?"
"wrong leg," he replies before rubbing his opposite foot up and down your leg. you both burst out laughing and your stomach twists at how fucking adorable he is, the corners of his eyes creasing as he laughs.
you continue to eat, feet rubbing up against each other, your heartbeat not settling down in the slightest. he cuts up his steak methodically, maintaining eye contact as he chews. he rolls his eyes as you exaggeratedly indulge in your hollandaise. soon enough, your plates are clean, but you're far from finished.
"penny for your thoughts," he says sincerely, and you huff at the antiquated expression. damn this guy is old.
"i barely know anything about you," you admit as you fiddle with your empty coffee mug.
"what do you want to know?"
"i don't know... your favourite colour. your favourite song. your favourite... dinosaur?"
jack barks out a laugh, but you don't let up, continuing to stare into his dreamy eyes.
"purple," he begins.
"really?"
"that surprise you?"
"you seem like a green kind of guy."
"everyone says that!"
"really?"
"nope," he responds instantly, popping the "p" on the end of the word.
"ok, purple," you reply with a giggle. you wait for him to continue. he stays silent. "song...."
"um," he begins, "i like bruce springsteen."
"no shit," you shoot back sardonically.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"i mean it makes sense."
"i'm taking that as a compliment. bruce is... lit."
"lit?" you repeat in disbelief.
"poppin'," he doubles down, and you dissolve into giggles. "and... what did you say, dinosaur? t rex."
you let out a dramatic groan. "t rex is so fucking booooooring."
"it is not!"
"it is too," you whine, and he hates to admit he finds your petulance adorable.
"fine. what's your favourite dinosaur?" he asks earnestly. you giggle to yourself with a devilish smirk. "i told you mine, now you tell me yours. favourite dinosaur."
"you."
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jack's jaw is clenched the whole ride home. he grinds his teeth even harder when your hand finds his thigh. it takes everything in his power not to pull to the side of the road and fuck you then and there, but he decides a princess like you deserves to be worshipped on a king size bed, not a hospital cot or 4x4 truck. third time's the charm, right?
you stare at him the entire ride. eventually, he can't take it anymore. "what's that look?" he asks, his voice husky.
"you didn't keep your promise."
"and what promise was that, sweetheart?"
your hand slides up his thigh to palm him through his pants. "you said next time you'd let me suck your cock." your face is innocent, your tone chaste, contrasting the vulgarity of your words and the possessiveness of your hand over his crotch. "but i haven't even gotten to see it yet."
jack lets out a shaky breath, and you can feel him hardening against your touch. he can barely keep his eyes on the road. "you're trouble," he groans out. "can't wait to get you home."
"then drive faster."
"bossy," he rasps. he likes this side of you, teasing him, surprising him.
"only when i need to be," you reply seductively, giving him a single firm squeeze through his pants. he stifles a moan and you're satisfied as he grows impossibly harder. you squirm in your own seat, desperate for some type of friction. you know you're soaked, and in the back of your mind you worry you're leaving a mess on the seat of his car. but he'd probably like it - a reminder you're real, you're here, you're his.
it's another ten agonizing minutes before you reach jack's condo, both of you practically panting by the time you arrive. he frantically unlocks the front door, all but shoving you inside. his lips are on your lips, then your jaw, then your neck. he's mumbling against your skin between kisses and nips. he manoeuvres you through the house, eventually planting you firm against the kitchen island. "how long have you been thinking about this, huh?"
"jack," you moan as he latches his lips to the sensitive spot below your ear.
"i see the way you look at me when you think i'm not watching," he continues. "you're working in my ER, sweetheart, i see everything. so tell me. how long have you been imagining this?"
"jack please," you repeat mindlessly. you don't even know what you're asking for. you want his mouth, his hands, his cock. you want him everywhere. "please, please, please."
"sound so pretty when you beg. let's put that pretty mouth to good use." he shoves you roughly to your knees. you stare at him with wide eyes as he continues. "promised you this cock and i'm gonna give it to you. that's what you wanted, right? take it out, baby."
you don't need to be told twice. you scramble to unbuckle his belt, mouth watering at the outline of him through his pants. you unbutton and unzip his pants and shove them down in one go. his cock slaps against his abdomen, painfully hard, still smeared with cum from earlier. you're confused for a second before remembering his strained grunts as he went down on you. "you came in your pants?"
"that's your mess, sweetheart, not mine. you gonna clean it up?"
somewhere in the back of your mind you know you should be disgusted by it all. his hours-old release, still mostly gooey but beginning to crust over, should be revolting. but you're so turned on, so eager to taste him, that you dive in without hesitating. you begin licking up and down his shaft, cleaning him up just as he asked. the taste of him on your tongue is salty and musky and just so him. you can't get enough, your tongue moving faster and sloppier as jack lets out a low groan.
"good girl, that's it. so fucking dirty."
you take him into your mouth fully now, hollowing your cheeks. you bob your head, letting him hit the back of your throat almost painfully. your right hand finds the base of his cock, gripping and twisting what you can't fit in your mouth, while your left hand cups his balls and gives a gentle squeeze. he moans. you squeeze harder.
"love this fuckin' mouth. like it was made for me."
his hips stutter a bit, one of his hands finding your hair and gripping softly. you can tell he's holding back and you don't want him to. you grab his other hand and bring it to the back of your head, taking his cock as deep as you can into your throat and just... staying there.
"yeah?" he asks, voice gruff, clearly aroused but a little uncertain. "that what you want?"
you nod, moaning out a long mhmm that vibrates against him just right, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"oh, baby," he breathes out, hands gripping your hair harder and beginning to thrust shallowly into your mouth.
it's not enough. you want him to give you everything. want him to lose control. you keep looking at him with those big, needy eyes, nodding slightly as if to say yes, give it to me, i can take it. your hands wrap around him to find his ass, grabbing the flesh there to hold you steady. he begins to thrust harder, fucking your mouth in earnest now.
"there you go baby, that's right. this what you wanted, sweetheart? wanted me to fuck your mouth like a little whore, huh?" he begins rambling as he uses you for his own pleasure. the mix of degradation and praise makes your head spin. "good fucking girl, letting me use you like this. love this slutty little mouth."
your scalp is on fire as jack pulls your hair, your jaw aching from the stretch of him. he hits the back of your throat over and over and over again and the pain of it is delicious. tears are streaming down your face, what's left of your mascara now running down your cheeks. you can't breathe, can't even think, but here, on your knees in the middle of your attending's kitchen, you could die happy, choking and gagging on his perfect cock.
"fuck, stop, stop, stop," he practically growls. "don't wanna cum yet."
before you know it he's manhandling you, gripping under your armpits to physically pull you off of his dick to a standing position. you're gasping, lungs heaving as you finally remember how to breathe. he picks you up effortlessly and plants you on the kitchen counter, using his strong hands to push your thighs apart and spread you open. his for the taking.
"your turn, pretty girl."
jack rips your pants down your legs and his mouth is on you in an instant. he licks a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, spreading around your arousal. you're impossibly wet, gushing down onto the granite countertop. he continues licking you like that, slow, relentless, so attentive to your whines and moans. it's like he's studying you.
"more," you moan out brainlessly. "please, more."
with that, he plunges his tongue into you. you squeal at the intrusion. he fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping up against your clit. he can't believe how sweet you taste. your thighs begin to close around his head, but he spreads them back open with his hands and continues. when your thighs begin closing in again, he smacks your pussy, hard, and you scream.
"no," he says so forcefully it's almost scary. "you wanted this, you don't get to fucking hide from me."
he goes back to thrusting in and out of you with his tongue, the strong muscle splitting you open again and again. his thumb has found your clit now and is rubbing rough circles. your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, shooting through your body as you gush on jack's face. he could happily drown in you. he keeps going, not letting up even though you're painfully sensitive. you can feel a second orgasm rising in you impossibly quickly.
"jack i'm gonna--"
with that he stops instantly, denying you your next orgasm with a wicked smile on his face.
"not yet, baby. you had one, can't be getting greedy," he says, slinging you over his shoulder like you're weightless and marching you toward the bedroom. you land in the middle of a plush king size bed, your head hitting a fluffy pillow as jack mounts you and kisses you furiously. it's all teeth and tongue, desperate, impatient, and so so fucking dirty. you moan at the taste yourself on his lips, sweet and tangy. "you like tasting yourself, you little slut? is that it?"
you're pulling at the hem of his shirt, desperate to see more of him. all of him. he takes the hint, pulling the fabric over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor. he removes your shirt next, then your bra, until you're both naked. you stare at each other for a moment, admiring each other's bodies, before he dives in for another bruising kiss.
"tell me what you want," he grunts against your mouth.
"you," you whine out pathetically.
"me what, sweetheart. come on, use your words, you can do it."
"want you inside me. please, jack, fuck me."
jack slides into you without warning and you're once again shocked by his size. he gives you no time to adjust, thrusting into you fast and relentless. his balls slap against you loudly with every thrust, the sound filling the room. you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
jack lifts up your leg and slings it over his shoulder, the angle letting him get impossibly deeper. you love being split open like this, letting him absolutely ruin you. your legs begin to shake and you can feel yourself approaching the edge.
"jack, i--"
once again, he stops.
"what the fuck?" you yell. and he laughs. he fucking laughs at you.
"you cum when i tell you to cum," he says, sliding out of you and raking his gaze up and down your body. "hands and knees, baby girl."
you obey, flipping over and arching your back.
"there you go, good fucking girl."
with that, jack begins pounding into you harder than ever. he hits that magic spot inside you, right below your cervix, over and over. you're shaking, shivering, barely able to hold yourself up. before long, your arms give out and you collapse face-first into the bed. jack grips your hair and pulls your head back.
"did i tell you to fucking lay down?" he spits out. "hands. and. knees."
you push yourself back into position, barely able to support your own weight but desperate to obey. to follow orders. to be his good girl. he pistons into you, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating around the room. you feel your climax building and whine out desperately, "jack, i'm gonna cum. please let me cum."
he pulls out of you again. all he says is, "no."
you collapse onto the bed and begin to cry, desperate for the orgasm he's been denying you. jack presses your face into the mattress to muffle your sobs and sinks back into you. he slides in and out torturously slow, the new position letting him get even deeper. he lowers his head to yours, biting your earlobe before whispering to you.
"so fucking pretty and pathetic," he groans, and you can hear the arousal building in his voice. "and all mine. my pretty little whore."
you let out a string of pleasepleaseplease into the mattress as jack fucks you harder, rougher, deeper. your body begins to shake and spasm, the pleasure too much and not enough at the same time. you let out a long, high-pitched whine. "jaaaaaaack."
"you wanna cum baby? you gonna cum for me?"
"yes, yes, please."
jack pulls out of you one last time and rolls you over onto your back. he stares into your eyes like it will pain him to look away. "you wanna cum, you gotta work for it." with that he manoeuvres you so you're straddling him. he gestures for you to take the lead. "come on, pretty girl, you can do it. doing so good."
the praise lights something within you and you start to move. you grind on him, the pressure on your clit delicious and agonizing. you start to find a rhythm, and jack's hands find your ass to guide you. he mutters praises as you ride him. he wants to commit this image to memory. your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open in a perfect o shape, tits bouncing, and that perfect ring of cream around the base of his cock as you fuck yourself on him.
"use me, sweetheart. make yourself feel good. that's it. doing so good for me."
you can feel yourself losing rhythm as your orgasm builds again, that familiar tightness spreading through your body, desperate for release. you close your eyes and get lost in the feeling, until you feel a sting on your ass and hear a loud smack.
"eyes on me, sweetheart. eyes on me." he begins thrusting up into you harder now. "cum for me, pretty girl. let me feel you."
with that you feel yourself let go, pleasure shooting through your body, riding the wave you've been chasing for the better part of an hour. you gush around jack's cock, grinding desperately as your body begins to convulse. you're the most beautiful sight jack has ever seen. he's rambling praises as you come down, repeating good girl like it's some kind of a prayer.
you collapse on top of him and he rolls you over so you're flat on your back. he continues to fuck you through the aftershocks, chasing his own high desperately. you're whining and writhing but he doesn't let up. "come on, pretty girl, you can take it. almost there. you're doing so good."
it's only a few more thrusts before jack is emptying inside of you. you can feel the hot ropes of his cum filling you up and you savour the feeling. he's a panting mess, collapsing on top of you as his cock quivers inside your tight pussy. you stay silent for a while, just breathing each other in, marinating in the feel of each other's bodies and breaths.
"you ok?" he asks, genuine questioning on his face.
"so ok."
"wasn't too much?"
"was perfect, jack."
jack presses a kiss to your temple before rolling off of you, landing at your side with a hand possessively splayed over your stomach. you stay there in comfortable silence for a moment until you feel something hot and heavy against your thigh.
"how the fuck are you still hard?" you ask in disbelief, half a laugh escaping you.
jack winks at you. he fucking winks. "not such a dinosaur, am i?"
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