Ass, tits or thighs? (Ft nod krai cast) (Typical warnings of NSFW, fem!reader, mentions of a lactation kink in Albedo's, possible OOC for all of them. Fight me all you want in the comments if you want. English is not my first language)
(this plot is so overused. Does that mean I care? No, I'll do whatever I want so just enjoy my analysis or whatever)
Varka: Ass
He'd be super embarrassed about this question and probably blurt out "personality" or something like that. A knight shouldn't be so improper with his lover! But sometimes you see him staring a little too long on your behind for it to be a "friendly" look when you bend over to pick something up. If he's ever holding you close to him, his hands are always on the hips or waist, just close enough to your ass but never doing anything until you ask. Basically cock blocking himself lmao
Flins: Thighs
Also the type to say "personality" but more of an endearing way than anything else. Probably be like "you are so enchanting, how could I pick just one?" So he says personality instead. Though, he's never one to complain if he gets a nice shot of your thighs, doesn't care if they're small or big. He seems like the type of guy to enjoy giving oral, so having your thighs around his head is probably a fantasy of his.
Nefer: tits
Not ashamed of her answer, and it was quite obvious. She doesn't care about your body type either. If you're flat, she likes pinching and playing with your nipples from underneath your shirt, perhaps dragging her fingers along your areola. If you're well endowed she prefers to squish your tits between her fingers to relieve stress. One thing's for certain, with those claws on her fingers your skin will hurt and look red. Good thing she has her mouth to help.
Lauma: tits
Unlike Nefer, she prefers to admire your body from afar more than anything, and she is most importantly not crude. She likes laying her head on your chest regardless if your tits are big or not. If you're ever sore she likes massaging them within her fingers, but she'll never go past your boundaries. Though, if you ask her to take a step further she wouldn't mind, after all she does have a few fantasies and needs of her own.
Nicole: thighs
If you ever asked her this question, she'd at first go on a tangent about how human evolution evolved and why we find such body parts appealing despite them being storehouses of fat for the most part. If you ask her to give a straight answer she'd say thighs. She likes it when you wear shorts, maybe when you sit down and they seem to look bigger. Regardless of their size she likes to lay her head down there and stare up at you whilst yapping about another topic. If she feels cheeky she might bite.
Alice: ass
Practically has an obsession with slapping your ass, with how red it gets from her fondling sometimes. Especially likes it if you wear a tight dress or shorts, she just loveees admiring your figure. She may be busy but that won't exactly stop her from meeting you often enough to eye-fuck you. If you have a tattoo on your lower back best believe she's kissing that senseless. Other than that, she prefers to bend you over with her strap and take you from behind.
Arlecchino: thighs
You're often the one straddling her waist while she does her paperwork, and her hands always find themselves digging into your thighs. She'll stop if it hurts, but gods does she love looking at your legs when they're properly marked by her fingers. If she's eating you out expect plenty of teeth marks around your inner thigh. When she's holding you by your waist, she finds her fingers drawing circles on your hip, to outer thigh. Also likes the feeling of control when her hands spread your thighs open.
Columbina: tits
She takes a long time to think about it, especially since she likes all parts of you and never bothered to think about these sexual questions. She eventually says tits because they're the closest to your heart. She spends the time with you mostly listening to your heartbeat, so she finds it fair to prefer your tits. If anything else, you'll sometimes find her either squeezing or pinching your nipples since she's interested on your reactions and how they feel in her palm.
Illuga: tits
He'll freak out at first if you ever ask and refuse to answer. Though, he stares at your chest a lot more than what is necessary. If you have a gap between your tits, he likes fixating on that for whatever reason, especially when he can see that gap from your top. If you don't have a gap, that's fine too because he'll still be staring at how much space your breasts take. If you allow him to touch he'd probably do it once before chickening out. If you offer a titjob he's practically jello in your arms.
Sandrone: no preference
It's either she doesn't care or she cares for all parts of you equally. There's no real problem for her anyway, she takes what's most convenient. If you're cuddling with her her hands will rest on your tits. If you're standing beside her (with no one around) she'll place a hand on her ass. She likes observing how your thighs enlarge when you sit. You can please her with almost anything.
Dottore: different per segment.
Webtorre likes your tits, Omega your ass and prime your thighs. Though, if you attempt to seduce the different versions of him with any one, it will work. Webtorre will be the more eager of the three to grab a hold of your tits. Omega usually just takes whatever chance he gets and places a hand on your ass whenever he gets the opportunity of your bending over. Prime prefers it when you're cockwarming him and your thighs wrap around his waist. He gets hard just from the feeling of your thighs.
Wanderer: no preference
Also another one that doesn't care. If he's carrying you while he's flying, his hand will subtly palm your thighs. Time to time he listens to your heartbeat, so the cushioning on your chest is appreciated. If you don't have any, that's fine too. His hands are (for the most part) on your ass when you're walking together with no one around. He's not overtly dirty too, if you don't like it then he'll immediately stop.
Albedo: tits
I know that for most of the characters you've seen me saying tits but it's more true for him than ever. He feels like the type of guy to have a lactation kink to be honest. Like, he'd research it for normal purposes and be completely normal about it but it will eventually grow on him. If you're ever pregnant with his kid he will suck your tits at least once for a taste. He's very gentle otherwise, compared to a certain Nefer.
🍓Waiting for shop to reset so I decided to rank and evaluate how some genshin men (my favorites, sorry i’m biased) deal with jealousy. Quick answer is: Not well, lol. May do the women next, if there is demand.
Venti: 4/10
Venti has very little reason to be jealous, in fact, he kind of enjoys when others come onto you. Finds it funny. Encourages it at times. Sure he is possessive, but that plays into it a bit. He lets it go for a little while, only to come in when the other party thinks they’ve really got a chance and squash them all at once. You will likely not be privy to his annoyance with the other person, because he plays it off so well. However, you can get him pissed off if you lean into the flirting just a bit. In that case, he’ll make it very known to both you and your companion just how taken you are. Best prepare for a long night, my friend :)
Varka: 1/10
Sorry if this disappoints, guy doesn’t care. Most carefree, hands off man in the world. Someone’s flirting with you? Good! You’re fantastic! Really, why wouldn’t he want to share your wonderful smile with the world. Besides, everyone knows you’re the grandmasters partner. Think of it like him showing off, he doesn’t mind it at all so long as you come home with him. Though, sometimes, you’ll hear him admit that it bothers him just a bit. He knows your loyalties, but it’s hard when he has to share your attention sometimes. Just kiss him, his tail will start wagging and he’ll forget why he was upset in the first place.
Lohen: 5/10
He’s a bit of an odd case. On one hand, he has no doubt in his mind that you could do any better than him (egotistical freak). On the other, what’s up with all the testing his boundaries, don’t these people know who you’re with? Kinda stupid if you ask him. I doubt he gets all that jealous often, just annoyed that people are taking up your time when they don’t need to be. It’s not hard for him to scare them off, of course, so he’d never have any reason to do much about it… but still… you’re not on the market. Does he need to tattoo it on your forehead? Maybe a ring would work instead…
Tartaglia/Childe: 7/10
Chalk it up to his lack of emotional maturity, he gets jealous pretty easy, and he makes it well known to you and your little friend. Walks up behind you and makes it very obvious you are an item. A duo. Two peas in a pod. You get it buddy? Go away?? Still, he’s… nice enough about it. There’s a level of decorum he has… a level. It’s best to just pull him away quickly, or else he’ll get a little mean, and we don’t need this dog (fox?) barking do we?
Zhongli: 4/10
It may surprise you to see him be anything over a 2, but I believe old man’s still got it. Of course, he’s fairly chill, and he’s not the type to worry about anything like that too much. But, he does know what a prize you are. You caught the eye of the lord of geo, that little mark on your wrist proves it, you’re special. Others most certainly will agree, so he has to be wary. When he does have to “confront” an issue… he does so, so smoothly, you and the other party hardly realize he’s moved the conversation to another topic. Gramps still got that smoothness.
Kazuha: 2/10
Are we surprised guys. Kazuha wouldn’t bat an eye to any stranger you’re talking to, only gets concerned if they seem aggressive. He’s a gentle soul, and he knows what your relationship is. You can hold your own, and you’ll say no if you need to. You’re not an object to covet, you’re a person. His person. So no need to worry about anything like that. Still… he’s a little more willing to step in than Varka if he feels someone is being too pushy. Checks on you subtly, and watches the interaction with a careful eye. Just in case.
Tighnari: 7/10
You absolutely have to hear me out on him I’m begging. He’s a fairly laid back person, I don’t think he gets jealous often and he doesn’t mind strangers being a little friendly with you or you back to them. However, why I put him so high, is when he does get jealous? He’s insufferable. Blame it on genetics or whatever, but when he gets that itch in the back of his skull, he has to scratch it. Very much a “I’m part of this conversation now and I’m going to remind you about ten times that this is my partner and they’re not interested oh did i tell you this i my partner yet?” kind of guy. Also a little more touchy than usual. It’s embarrassing as hell, but it’s just how he is. You smile and laugh it off, so it can’t be so bad in the end.
Cyno: 4/10
*Points behind me* This guy, amirite? Cyno is less jealous more naturally protective. He always eyes new people around you with caution until he’s sure they’re not a threat to your wellbeing. That being said, the flirting tends to just be dismissed as harmless in his eyes. So what if they’re interested, so was he. He made the move, they didn’t. …They better not. He’ll keep an eye on them just a little longer, to make sure… Yeah, you might have to get this guy to chill a little. He’s (mostly) harmless, but that endless glare freaks everyone around you out.
Kaveh: 10000000000/10
Hates sharing your attention so much, oh my god he’s pathetic. He doesn’t really have much to call his own, but you are his partner, therefore he gets to be a little jealous about the people who approach you. He’s not subtle, though he thinks he is. Sliding up against you, cuddling you into his side with a huffy little glare. It’s so funny, like an angry little rabbit. Don’t tease him, though, he won’t like that. (Alhaitham points it out every time he does it, and every single time it starts a “fight”)
Wriothesley: 6/10
He’s not outward with it, but he gets jealous pretty easily. As the person he is, he feels there are things he can’t provide you with. Sun, being the main one, but among other things. So, when he sees a relatively normal guy with a normal house and a normal job in the regular old city… he gets a little nervous. Of course, you’d never do that to him. But… well… he wouldn’t blame you for wanting a normal life. Just kind of watches the interacting with a patient stare, smiles at you when you’re done. He won’t mention it unless you notice, but he’s honest too. Figures it’s better you know than not. Give him a hug, won’t you…?
Neuvillette: 9/10
Doesn’t clock that he’s jealous, that bothers him more. Unnamed emotion he doesn’t understand haunting him like a goddamn ghost. He just knows he doesn’t like when the secretary touches your shoulder, or when the cafe owner speaks to you in such a soft affectionate voice. Never asserts himself either, just stands by and watches… wondering why he’s so… irritated by the sight. When he finally asks Wriothesley, it bothers him even more to know he is jealous. Jealous of what? You are already his. But, unfortunately, emotion doesn’t like his logic, so he stews in his jealousy quietly until your attention is back on him.
Ifa: 5/10
True Neutral. Does get jealous, doesn’t like to act on it. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, he’s not gonna cause a scene over a little friendliness. Again, he’s the type to sit on the side and watch with a passive expression. Waits for you to come back to him, then he’ll tell you he didn’t really like that person. If they keep you too long, he’ll make himself part of the conversation, but won’t do much else unless they’re touchy or pushy. Pretty relaxed and mature about it, all things considered.
Kinich: 1/10
I don’t think he thinks about it. I mean like, really. I don’t think he cares enough about the other person to really consider them a “threat” of any kind. He might recognize “Hey that’s a weird thing to say,” but if it doesn’t bother you it doesn’t bother him. Usually him just being there is enough to scare the other person off. His stare is intense when paired with his silence. Still, if they’re being too pushy, he’ll just bluntly ask what exactly they’re doing and why. Pretty effective for scaring the rest off.
Flins: 3/10
I think he would find “jealousy” a funny feeling, if he felt it much at all. Very much the type to stand to the side in bemusement of the offender. His eyes crinkle in this creepy way as he does, simply observing with delight as you give them nothing to work with. Of course, as anyone does, he doesn’t like seeing others flirt with you… but you can handle your own. And if you can’t? Don’t worry, Flins is more than able to spook any strangers from your side. All as long as you turn your pretty, praise filled smile his way.
Dottore: 9/10
Feels the jealousy, doesn’t like to acknowledge it. As I said before, I don’t believe he gets jealous all that often, because he genuinely believes he is the most superior partner for you… But when he does, he’s quite nasty about it. He’s never above underhanded tactics to get your other suitor away from you. He’ll play the long game, just to see how much hope he can give them before it’s squashed without a second thought. Very much will limit your “freedoms” (aka, get in your way when you have plans by distracting or other methods) just enough to feel you and the other party separate. He’s not much for sharing outside of himself and a special someone else.
big brother robby who thinks he’s sooo much better that you because he’s at northwestern on his way to being a doctor, or maybe already a medical intern. is sooo sarcastically sweet to you when he has you prone on the couch in the living room. but! you’re the whole reason he’s studying to be a doctor in the first place, he wants to provide for you when he gets you both away from your parents under new names and identities
Big brother Robby has both sets of my lips drooling holy shit…. He’s soooo mean but caring because you’re his little sister but also his girl and ouhhhhhh fuck ok ok ok
I can soooo see him coming back to the house on weekends just to see you, even if he’s swamped with school he had promised to make the time to hang out with you. Greeting you at the door with a smarmy grin and northwestern shirt worn proudly, always a little too smug.
Ruffling your hair and laughing at you when you snap at him in annoyance, shoving him weakly and his hands are settling on your waist for a moment too long before your parents are shooing you out of the way to hug him. Your dad offering him a beer while your mother coos about how skinny he is, ushering him into the kitchen with the promise of taking home enough food for a month.
You don’t join them, you rarely do. Ignoring the praise from your parents as they rave about how smart your older brother is, how proud they are to have such a great son. Robby attempts to meet your gaze, cocky and egotistical as he basks in the praise, only for you to roll your eyes and make your way back to your bedroom. Shutting the door with a click and biting your tongue when you hear your mom make a comment about how rude it is that you don’t want to hang out with family, you know better than to take the bait.
Hours later, when your parents finally retreat to their own room, you flinch in shock when Robby bursts through your door, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face as he eyes you. Hissing out, you quickly shut the door behind him, “Don’t do that! Can’t you knock?”
“Whatever,” He mutters, stepping a little too close as his fingers twitch at his sides. They linger above your hip, you swallow thickly when he finally touches you. Robby snickers after a moment, scanning your bedroom with a bored expression. “You got accepted anywhere yet? Have you tried the community college with the roach problem, it’d be perfect for you.”
“Shut up.” You push him away with a scowl, crossing your arms as he laughs. School has always been a sore subject, especially with a future doctor as a brother. “I’m just… considering my options.”
“What options? You’re never going to get into a place like northwestern, that’s for sure.” It stings. He’s said it before, even your parents have, but it still upsets you more than you’re willing to admit.
“I’m not dumb.” You try to sound firm, yet your voice cracks just enough to be noticeable. Your brother pauses for a moment, as if he was only just now considering your feelings. Taking another step back, your eyebrows furrow when he takes one forward. “M’just considering my options, that’s all.”
“Right.” You can’t tell if he’s agreeing with you or not, you wince when he pushes the hair out of your face gently. “You know you don’t have to go to college, right? Just wait for me to graduate, then I’ll take care of you. Like we planned, remember?”
“What if I want to go to school, though?” Robby cups your cheek, ducking down to nose at your jawline. “I’m not some useless chick, I want my own life too.”
“That’s fine.” Robby murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your pulse point. “Keep applying if you want. Or wait for me, once I’m a doctor I’ll pay for whatever you need.”
“You’re being serious?” He can’t be, Robby spent two entire months reminding you of the bill he paid for after saving you from a horrible date, chiding you for not having enough money and for trusting some sleazy guy to treat you right. He had only let up once you burst into tears and told him just how awful the dude really was, you think you might still owe him the money.
“Why not?” Robby shrugs, humming lowly when you kiss the corner of his mouth. “I make fun of you because you’re my little sister, but one day you’ll be my wife. Have to prove I can treat you right.”
It sounds foreign, what he’s saying. Yet it still makes your heart pound and blood rush through your veins, sighing softly when he licks into your mouth and groans at the taste. “Talked mom and dad into letting me take you to my apartment for the weekend, just the two of us. It’ll be fun.”
Robby’s hands dip underneath fabric, palming at your warm skin while his hardening cock presses against you. Your fingertips tease the waistband as you pretend to think, “You won’t invite any sorority girls this time?”
“I told you that was my old roommate.” He grunts, shivering when you lick his earlobe into your mouth. “You’re it for me. No reason to get jealous, baby. Makes you seem desperate.”
“As if!” You raise your hand to swat at him lightly, he grabs your arm before you can strike. Robby’s eyes linger on yours as he presses a kiss to your inner wrist, dragging his tongue along your veins slowly. The whimper that escapes your lips has him smug once more, corralling you onto the bed as he whispers roughly in your ear.
“C’mon, show me how good of a wife my sister will be for me.” And oh, you intend to do just that.
“It’s raining,” Bakugou says again for what seemed to be the umpteenth time now.
You glance up from your magazine. He’s been acting like a child all week, with the news of a typhoon that might last for a few days of landfall at best given its current speed.
“Yes, hun. It’s raining,” you agree. “Bit cold, isn’t it?”
He grumbles from where he’s standing by the window. Slumping, he drags his feet to the bed, flopping down next to you. His face finds its way to the crook of your neck, half his body coming over yours. You’ve noticed, in the two years of married life and almost eight years of knowing him, that Bakugou has a tendency to be oblivious of your personal bubble whenever he’s adamantly upset about something.
“Something wrong?” You can’t help but laugh at your question. It was silly, but you already knew the answer.
He grumbles again.
“Hm? Sorry, what was that?”
“Fuckin’ hate it when it rains,” he sighs, almost sounding like a whine.
You smile, setting your magazine aside. You shift a bit to make yourself more comfortable, your fingers finding their way to comb through his not-so-surprisingly soft hair. He even has a thorough care routine for it, leaving you surprised to see that what you assumed to be spiky and dry the first time you saw him was actually soft and healthy.
“We could watch a movie?” A huff.
“Or cook something together?” Another huff.
“Clean up the already clean apartment?” Yet another huff.
You hum. His hold on you tightens just a bit, the weight a familiar embrace. “Or we could just get some sleep again,” you told him. He shifts, and you could tell it was a tepid nod. “Yeah? Sounds good, right?”
Without having to wait too long, Bakugou falls asleep on you. He’s quick to do so because work’s been hectic lately with back-to-back patrols and endless paperwork. It’s a small blessing that there were enough heroes on duty through this weather, even if you and your husband were available for any last-minute backup.
For now, at least, he has you even when it’s raining. It’s a good time to catch up on some sleep.
omg the other night I had a dream where I was roommates platonically with rabbot and somehow I was pregnant ??? and the baby daddy wasn’t around, but Jack and Robby were just so sweet and helpful and loving. I’d love to see your version of that
|| reader x rabbot || smut mdni 18+, and they were roommates!, pregnancy, pregnancy kink, pinv, dirty talk, daddy kink, references to homelessness, reader has a shitty ex/baby daddy, domestic life, domestic kink?, robby & jack are very sweet and caring, pet names / nicknames galore || wc: 2.5k
a/n: i am so sorry, im realizing now after the fact you said platonically 😭 plz forgive me!!!! this is what came to my head as i began to write. completely and utterly unedited. simply woke up early this morning and wrote it and now I’m giving it to you!
it had been nothing more than an ad in the newspaper:
iso roommate. one bed and bathroom available. two men looking for a no-fuss roommate.
you couldn't quite promise the no-fuss part for very long, but you hoped they wouldn't notice your bump right away, your stained tee shirt stretched only a little over it as you waited in the lobby of their building, your duffel sat beside you.
you'd called from a payphone and set up a time to come meet them, your last few dollars spent on a taxi across town. there was no way you'd have been able to walk it, not with your feet already swelling until your shoes pinched around them, so you'd bitten the bullet and paid the fare, praying the entire ride that they would accept you.
you remembered perfectly how it happened: you were sitting on the chaise in the fancy, marble floored apartment building lounge when the elevator dinged and two handsome men walked out. you'd stood immediately, assuming they had to be the ones you were meant to meet, and they made it only a few steps before stopping dead in their tracks when they saw you.
their eyes ever so slowly, and in perfect sync, fell down your body and settled on your swollen belly.
you remembered how your pulse jumped, how your eyes stung, how quickly you were ready to beg and plead and tell them your ex had kicked you out and you had nowhere to go. ready to explain that you were job hunting, that you were searching, that you would pay them rent as soon as you possibly could, that you weren't trying to take advantage of anybody—but then—
"where are you getting your prenatal care?" one of them asked. the taller one.
no hey, hi, how are ya? or how do we know you're not a serial killer? or can you pay security deposit?
"i—" it caught you so off guard that you almost forgot how to answer. "i'm… not."
"why not?"
"i… don't have insurance," you explained. and then, figuring it best not to lie, let the rest tumble out in a rush: "i'm trying to find a job right now, but you can't fill out an application without an address, and I can't wait for emails or callbacks without a cell phone, and most people take one look at me and know that, well, one day i'm gonna pop and be unavailable for work for at least a week or two and—"
the taller one shook his head, holding both hands up.
that was it, you knew it. done. get out. you can't even pay us rent, you freeloader.
the shorter one, the one with gorgeous graying curls and a stubble covered face, round shoulders under his shirt and sweet hazel eyes, looked between his taller company and you before his gaze dropped to the duffel sitting on the couch behind you.
"is that all you have, sweetheart?"
you nodded.
they looked at each other again, and words like burden, freeloader, needy swept through your brain, already bracing to hear every one of them all the way to the door when they kicked you out. it wouldn't be anything new—you'd heard worse from your shitty ex, anyway.
instead, they found each other's eyes and seemed to have an entire wordless conversation in the span of a few seconds.
"i'm jack, this is robby. let's get you upstairs."
the shorter one—jack—said it while passing behind you to grab your bag.
your mouth fell open.
"wait—wha—?" you gasped.
robby came up beside you, taller up close than he'd looked across the lobby, dark hair, thick beard, one arm lifting behind you without quite touching. his hand hovered near your shoulder blade, guiding you forward while leaving you room to pull away. "come with us."
it was a voice that sounded like gravel dipped in honey and stirred into warm tea. comforting, authoritative, tired. you only stared at him.
"are you…sure?"
jack pressed the elevator button and robby kept ushering you forward. and suddenly you were standing between two strangers inside a mirrored elevator, your entire life hanging off jack's shoulder while the doors slid shut behind you. the ride up was silent as you watched the numbers climb up and up and up.
'how far along are you?' robby asked then. you turned toward him and realized how close the three of you had gotten in the small space, how much room their bodies took up around yours.
"i'm not really certain," you admitted, your hand settling over your belly. "i haven't even gotten a scan yet. i don't know what she looks like."
"she?" jack asked. when you looked at him, he was smiling.
your mouth finally gave in and did the same. you shrugged. "it's just a feeling. a hunch."
jack looked down at your stomach, then back at you. "well, we're gonna take very good care of you and miss peanut."
and now—months later—you were on your back with your belly nearly double the size it had been that first day, jack's thick cock rocking slowly in and out of you until your eyes fell closed and your mouth dropped open.
"this should help you go into labor, baby," jack murmured, the words breaking around a low moan.
"oh, jackie, it feels so good…"
jack’s hips kept moving in slow, measured strokes, one hand braced beside your head while the other slid beneath the heavy curve of your belly, taking some of the weight from you. you let out another little sound when he pressed deeper, your fingers tightening around his wrist.
“that’s it,” he murmured, watching your face. “been carrying her around all morning, huh? let me do some of the work.”
you nodded, breath catching when he kissed the corner of your mouth.
“feels better?”
“mhm.”
"gonna give mike a try too, baby?"
you nodded, eyes fluttering open to find him waiting patiently beside the bed. you reached for him immediately, making little grabby hands that pulled an amused smile from his mouth.
your body was overtired lately, carrying all that extra weight becoming more exhausting by the day, and getting off your feet that morning had felt close to bliss. you'd tried making them a big breakfast, figuring there wouldn't be many quiet mornings like this left once peanut came, but robby had taken one look at your ankles and jack had seen how you kept bracing yourself against the counter, and that had been the end of that.
somehow, you'd gotten the luck of a four leaf clover with the two men whose newspaper ad you'd answered. two doctors for roommates, both of them working strange enough hours that sometimes you went an entire day barely seeing either of them and had the whole penthouse to yourself, and sometimes they were both home at once and the day unfolded exactly like this. breakfast and coffee in the morning, a few hours tangled together on the couch with books open in your laps, one of them eventually getting fresh with his hands or his mouth until whatever you'd been reading was forgotten, and the three of you ending up back in bed.
it hadn't always been like this, though.
it took you a while to feel less like a stray trying to become an indoor cat, waiting for the day somebody realized they'd made a mistake bringing you home. you kept trying to earn your place long after they'd stopped asking anything from you—offering to cook, clean, pay them back somehow. Meanwhile they seemed far more interested in getting you to your ob appointments and making sure you took your prenatals in the evening when you were the least nauseous.
they rubbed your feet, worked the tension out of your shoulders, jack sang off key to the baby while robby pretended he wasn't listening, then got caught doing the exact same thing when he thought you were sleeping.
and you'd been right, by the way. there really was a sweet little girl growing inside you.
they talked about her constantly after that first scan together, both of them fascinated by her and by you. how you'd grown a spine, a heart, a brain, and ten little fingers from scratch. they talked about you like it was the most impressive thing they'd ever seen despite both of them having spent their entire adult lives saving people in the emergency department.
and they talked about after, too. how you wouldn't have to lift a finger while you recovered. how somebody would always be there. how excited they were to meet her, feed her, carry her around the apartment at three in the morning if that was what she needed.
you weren't entirely sure when being roommates stopped explaining what the three of you were.
and the sex had crept in almost the same way everything else had.
there had already been so much touching by then that the first kiss didn't feel like it came from nowhere. robby's hand at your back when you stood. jack rubbing your swollen feet across his lap. falling asleep against one of them on the couch. kissing their cheeks when they left for work, then their mouths when one of those kisses accidentally landed too close and neither of you pulled away.
the first time you'd actually offered yourself to them had been after a long shift they worked together, both of them coming through the door looking completely wrecked. you'd try to lighten their moods by teasing that since they still wouldn't take your money, maybe you could find another way to earn your rent.
the joke had died off pretty quickly because by then, none of you really wanted it to be a joke.
there had been a conversation before anything happened, and another after, because robby especially refused to let you turn it into something you owed them. you lived there because they wanted you there. peanut lived there because they wanted her there. whatever happened between the three of you had to be because you wanted that too.
and you did.
very much so.
and maybe the point of no return was actually earlier than that, when you'd been caught calling them peanut's daddies without thinking. it was almost just a little whisper to yourself, anyway, when you'd be folding clothes or putting away dishes, thinking they were out of earshot.
your daddies buy you too many onesies, peanut. you'd whispered. and when you'd looked up from your laundry, you saw two tired attending physicians in the doorway, their mouths fallen open and their eyes wide. their faces had gone soft almost immediately, neither of them correcting you.
after that, it slipped out more often. from your mouth and from theirs.
your daddies are here, peanut, do you wanna say hi?
your daddy jack bought you another blanket.
gonna kick for daddy mikey, peanut?
and every time, they got that same look. something tender softening their faces, something warm whenever their eyes lifted to your belly back at you.
it was nothing short of perfect, what the three of you had. more than you could have ever wanted or imagined for yourself and your little girl.
your brain was brought back to the present when robby slotted himself between your legs now, one hand running along the outside of your thigh, hiking it up around his hips.
"you're so wet for us, baby. this all for me and jack, hm?"
you nodded, hands closing around his arms when he pressed into you. the stretch pulled a gasp from your throat, your thighs tightening around his body as he sat back on his haunches to watch himself.
"sh, sh, sh. s'okay," he murmured, eyes flicking up to your face. "take it like a good girl. gonna make you feel so much better."
and he usually did. both of them did.
somehow, being filled by one of them lately seemed to soothe half the things pregnancy had decided to inflict on you. the cramps eased afterward. your lower back loosened. even the headaches sometimes faded once they had you boneless against the mattress with one of them rubbing your belly and the other bringing you water.
"peanut's gonna be here any day," robby murmured, settling into a rhythm that had your fingers tightening around his arms. "wanna take care of you, baby. gonna let us take care of you?"
"yes, mikey—oh god, just like that—"
jack had moved up to lay beside you, one hand spreading over the heavy curve of your belly while his mouth found your neck.
"what a good girl," he murmured against your skin. "takin' him so well. he's big, huh?"
you nodded, your face pinching when robby pushed deep again.
"that's it, that's it," jack encouraged, lifting his head to look down at you. "oh, mike, i think she's close. look at her."
the other's eyes stayed fixed on your face.
"yeah, i can feel her tightening around me. fuck, baby." his hand slid beneath your thigh up to your knee to hold you open for him. "you gonna come for your daddies, huh?"
"yes, yes, yes—"
"yes, what, darling?" jack asked, his hand moving from your belly to your jaw, turning your face toward him before he pressed a wet kiss against your mouth.
"yes, daddy, oh, please, please, please—"
"there you go," jack murmured against your lips. "let mikey feel it. he loves when you come for him. i love it too. we love you, sweetheart, c'mon—"
your lips started to wobble before the rest of you gave in, love and pleasure and sheer relief piling together until the orgasm finally crested. it tightened through your thighs and pulled hard through your hips, your pussy clenching around robby while the rhythm of his hips stuttered against you.
he groaned at the same time you cried out, and jack followed only moments later—his cock spilling warm across your belly while his mouth still pressed against yours.
robby stayed between your thighs, heaving in breaths. jack's hand remained spread over your stomach, thumb moving across the stretched skin.
then peanut kicked directly beneath his palm, and he sat up just enough to look down.
"oh, now you wake up."
you laughed weakly, still trying to catch your breath.
robby's hand moved over the other side of your belly.
"she says get me the heck outta here," he chuckled.
"gladly," you chuckled, folding your arm across your eyes. "you'll be wishing you hadn't said that when you're up at three in the morning with a crying baby, by the way."
"mmm, don't think so," robby groaned, finally easing down onto the other side of you. he reached for the tissues on the nightstand, cleaning jack's spend from your skin before tossing them toward the wastebasket beside the bed. "i've worked enough night shifts. at least this one'll be cute."
"you say that now."
"and i'll say it at three."
jack bent to kiss the top of your belly, his mouth pressing there before he whispered, "good morning, peanut."
your hand went automatically to his hair, fingers lacing through the mess of curls while another little movement rolled beneath your skin.
"she likes your voice," you murmured.
'like mother like daughter,' robby chuckled.
you laughed together again, quieter this time, your body sinking deeper into the mattress while the two of them settled in on either side of you. robby's palm stayed cupped around the curve of your belly, jack's cheek resting just beneath your ribs, both of them waiting for another kick like they had nowhere else in the world to be.
“come on, please ‘suki?” you whined, using that sickly sweet tone of voice you knew made him crazy. your eyes were wide, looking up at him while fluttering your lashes. all to convince him to let you suck him off.
“shit, y/n. you want it that fucking bad? fuck— i’m—“ he stuttered in frustration, looking down at his lap.
to say he was hard was an understatement.
the tent in his boxers was prominent. twitching. begging to be let free from the restraint.
he suddenly brought his hands down, thumbs slipping under the white waistband of the fabric that jailed his hard. pulling down just enough for his length to spring up immediately. the flushed pink of his tip alone practically made your mouth water.
“yeah? for real?” your eyes practically lit up in pure desperation.
“you want me to change my damn mind?” he snapped back.
you grinned. wasting no time, you brought your hand to his tip, first. gathering all the precum that had leaked out while you begged before. pumping your hand up and down his shaft.
once.
twice.
three times.
four.
your lips glistened with the saliva that you’d coated them with while you stared. you had never been so excited in your life.
without wasting another minute, you leaned down. immediately taking his flesh between your lips. you started off tame, only with his tip. your tongue flicked slowly, circling his skin.
“fuck, y/n.” he let out a low groan, wide eyes watching your every move— surprised you’d even wanted to do this in the first place. not that he was complaining.
hearing his voice as an encouragement, you softly pulled his tip further between your lips, as you sucked softly, slow and insistent. you tilted your head up to make eye contact with him. you almost smiled at his expression. key word: almost.
you began to shift downwards, taking more of his cock into your mouth. his length was overwhelming in the best way, filling the space of your warm mouth perfectly. your head bobbed up and down, sucking him softly with your brows pulled into a focused knot. you took slow breaths through your nose, relaxing the muscles in your face and focusing on how he tasted, how he felt.
katsuki, on the other hand? he was going mad. eyes blown open from the sensation. the damp, warm pull of your mouth. the soft whimpers you’d let out trying to fit more of him into it. nothing about the scene was innocent, and nothing about what he wanted to do was innocent, either.
you felt his calloused fingers thread through your hair. his touch surprisingly gentle. but you felt the way they twitched every now and then. he was struggling not to have his way with you. not to push your head down for you to take him deeper. not to hear the sound of you struggling to fully accept his length down your throat. he wondered how it’d feel. how tight the fit would be. how warm and how the feeling he had now would change while you sputtered trying to breathe, how your throat would squeeze even more around him.
no. he couldn’t. he had to stop. hurting you was the last thing he wanted. he couldn’t bring himself to hurt the one person who’d meant so much to him. but god, did he crave the feeling he’d imagined.
almost like you could read his mind, you lifted your head, releasing his tip with a soft pop of your lips. your doe eyed expression didn’t do much to help his aching cock.
“i know you want to, ‘suki.” you mumbled. your voice sweet and sure. the use of that name— the name that belonged to you and you only— it only made everything worse.
“‘m all yours, you know. ruin me.”
his eyebrows shot up at your words. hearing them through one ear and feeling how they shot down right to his hard. but he had to control himself. he couldn’t. he couldn’t.
“y/n..” he groaned. “i can’t. fuck. i can’t.” he started, but you cut him off.
“you can. please, katsuki. please i’ll be so good..” you pleaded. begging him to take you for himself. to use you for his own pleasure. you trusted him enough not to hurt you, so you didn’t see the problem at all.
“y/n..” he repeated. stuttering over his own words before yours got to his head. he fisted the soft locks of your hair, his grip tight and unwavering.
“you tell me to stop and i stop— got that?” he grunted, giving you no time to respond until your mouth was filled with his cock again. the sight was a dirty one. neither of you seemed to mind it, though.
he pushed and pulled your head up and down his length. grunting softly between each time. his breathing had gotten heavier, while you were struggling to breathe on your own.
“s—so good..” his voice alone was your personal aphrodisiac.
he was deep in your throat. the squeeze allowing him to see stars. every gag, every time your throat tried to close in, he got louder. it was warm. tight. perfect. he wondered if your pussy would feel similar.
he felt a heat building up inside of himself, like a pot beginning to boil.
more.
more.
more.
all until it began to bubble over.
“fuck, y/n— i’m..— fuck.. i can’t—“
his pace quickened. aggressive and unwavering. chasing the very high that was building at its own violent speed. it took about six seconds of it before you felt a hot string oozing down your throat. his length twitching and stuttering in the warmth of your sweet mouth. it was a lot, too. overwhelming in the best way. his grip loosened, but you kept going. head bobbing lightly to let him ride out his high, and afterward? you released his cock from your mouth. a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his flushed heat. the sight was lewd. and it only made him harder.
“good?” you mumbled, catching your breath. chest heaving, trying to reclaim the air that you’d given to him.
“we’re not done. cmere.” he said, leaving no room for argument. allowing you to catch your breath before pulling you back up towards him.
𓏵 ┊ younger girlfriend squirting with jack abbot . 18+
you tell jack who’s been knuckles deep inside your pussy for the past hour that something feels weirder than usual, as you’re sitting in between his legs — your back pressed against his chest with your thighs parted giving him the perfect amount of access needed to pleasure you.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he murmurs against your temple with a gentle kiss as his calloused digits are rhythmically plunging in and out of your hole. curling his fingers sweet into that spongey spot inside of you, it’s almost cruel the way he knows exactly how to make you lose it. “it feels weird.” you testify, eyes fixated on the recurring disappearance of your boyfriend’s fingers inside of you.
“yeah? tell me what feels weird, hm.” he hums, feeling you shift and squirm against him as he holds one of your legs open by the backside of your knee. and you can barely utter the words from your mouth, “your fingers keep pressing against my bladder, its making me feel like i have to go— go to the bathroom.” you bite down on your bottom lip.
every time jack’s fingers plunge back inside you, it feels as if you’re peeing yourself already. as if the motion of his fingers are forcing that specific release from you. “that so?” you feel his chest rumble against you as he lets out a gruff chuckle, “that’s good then. that’s the feeling you want when it starts feeling good, sweetheart.” he reassures, as your walls pulse around his fingers.
you whine, throwing you head back against his shoulder. each drag of his digits bringing you closer, and closer towards the edge as you let out soft moans.
jack let’s out an impressed whistle once he starts to feel your hips rock into hand. “fuck— it feels good.” you moan warm against the side of his neck, “so good i might actually pee.” which earns a low, amused groan from jack.
“mhmm, you gonna make a mess on my hand?” he lifts his thumb up, before pressing mean against your swollen clit making you jolt. “w—wait!” you stammer, throwing your hands towards jack’s forearm in attempt to halt his movements as he shakes his head in disapproval. “uh-uh, can’t have you telling me to stop now.” he rasps, pressing circles around your nub as it twitches under the pad of this thumb.
“c’mon and show me how messy you can get.” his breath fans warm against your cheek, before your body’s involuntarily letting loose. your body is shaking, and your walls are caving in around jack’s digits as you’re whimpering. “thaat’s it, baby— give it to me.” he groans, targeting that sweet spot inside of you, before you’re making a wet mess all over yourself.
“mmgh, jack— jack.” you’re whimpering as slight humiliation fills your chest, though the pleasure is far too euphoric as he coaxes every last drop out of you. “atta girl.” he nudges his mouth against the side of your head to whisper in your ear. “i love nasty girls.” he groans.
oh to be laying in bed with Robby. domestic bliss. he’s propped up against the headboard with his glasses on and a book in hand, turning yellow stained pages with that old library smell to them. grey sweats and a navy tee shirt. plush sheets crinkled beneath. to be snuggled up against his broad chest and listening to the words spoken off the pages like a lullaby until you’ve fallen asleep against him. chest warm. the subtle smell of sandalwood and something sterile like a dove soap bar. the constant rise and fall of his chest like a metronome. the only light in the room is from the warm lamp on the nightstand and soft moonlight creeping in from the windowsill. he likes to keep it freezing at night so you comply only because it makes him your personal heated blanket. he’ll tuck a hair behind your ear and smile, heart aching at how he got so lucky.
my boyfriends stupid plane got delayed. so he’s not coming home until like late late late tonight. even tho we were supposed to go to dinner, i think we’ll just get breakfast instead. so you guys are getting angst and fluff. bc im sad he’s not here yet and happy he almost is. also this can be read in mini continuation of my last robby mini fic. he needs fluff! hope u all enjoy!!!💕
michael robinavitch who grew up with no on to celebrate him. his mother left him when he was ten, and he waiting weeks for her to come back. only to find out she killed herself two days after she left him when he was twelve. he moved in with his grandmother, as his father was someone his mother met in a bar and never saw again. it was his and his grandmother, until she died when he was eighteen and in college.
by the time that he graduated, the only people left to celebrate him were the professors that took a liking to him, either out of respect or pity he never knew. it didn’t matter to him any way, he could celebrate by himself. and even when he made it to the pitt, and established himself, the only person who celebrated him was doctor adamson.
robby was invited to all their family dinners. and adamsons wife smoothed the hair on his head and kissed his forehead. robby used to wonder if this was what his life could’ve been, his whole life. it stayed that way for nearly five years. and then covid hit. and just when he thought that the virus would wipe him out and maybe the rest of the world, it didn’t. instead it got adamson.
and once again robby was left alone. he couldn’t face adamsons family, he killed him anways. it was all his fault. so he spent the last three years alone with abbot hounding him to go to therapy. and then he met you. your father was still around and so was your mother, and thus all abbots teasing remarks could slide off the two of your backs.
you’d come from a somewhat wealthy family, not enough that to flaunt but enough that everything in your life was comfortable, assured. everything in your life was celebrated. a promotion at work, a good job on a case, you styled your hair in a way you loved. you celebrated it, with a cheer, with a glass of wine, with a dinner.
and that now extended into robby’s life. practically everything was celebrated now. he got you flowers? his face is getting peppered in kisses and you have a wide smile on your face. someone sent him flowers as a thank you for saving their life? you’re jumping on his cock and riding him as a secondary gratitude. he sent one of his residents a letter of rec and they got accepted into a notable program? coffee for the entire day shift! on you!
for a long time michael robinavitch had no one to celebrate him, and then he did. and for a long time robby lived with the guilt that he might have killed the only person who loved him. who wanted him around. and then he met you. and now there will never be a day in his life without happiness, love, and above all, celebration.
Three, almost four nights a week, he comes in, dressed in his black scrubs and Carhartt jacket, and sits himself in your section. Every night, he orders a black coffee, a slice of chocolate pie ("And can you put an extra dollop of whipped cream on that, hon?"), and stares at you like it's his damn right.
"Robby," he finally introduces himself as one rainy night, making you almost drop the notepad in your hands.
You're too stunned to repeat it back to Robby so you merely smile politely. The one he returns is marginally less cordial. It's tight, tired in the way that he never seems to sleep off.
The silence between you begins to feel impossible. You pull your pen from your apron.
"Black coffee and a slice of chocolate pie?" You ask, just like every other night. Tradition is nice. Comforting.
"Yes," he says. "With an extra dollop of whipped cream, please."
You nod the second the words are out of his mouth, throwing your notepad shut and turning on your—
“Oh, hon?”
You freeze. That’s not part of our regularly scheduled programming.
“Yes?”
Robby clears his throat, eyes scanning the diner behind you. He leans in and says, “They don’t pay you enough here.”
You shift. “Well—“
Robby puts his hand up, and for some reason you shut up. “Don’t argue. I know they don’t.” He scratches his beard, observing you. “You should quit.”
You laugh because it feels like your only option. It’s beginning to feel hot, and the few other people in the place are noticing you two. You’re sure if it wasn’t empty tonight, you’d get an earful about wasting time from your manager.
“I can’t,” you say. Your skin is buzzing— you should go. “I can’t pay rent without it.”
Robby smirks. “Okay.”
Your face twists at Robby’s tone. You press, “I can’t.”
“You’d be surprised.”
That’s the last word he says all night. Not even a thank you when you drop off his coffee and pie (along with the check). You stick behind the bar, wiping various coffee mugs with a rag.
When Robby eventually leaves, you stay behind the bar longer still. You check on all the pies in the case, counting each and every slice left, and then doing that twice more before deciding it's about time to go grab the twenty dollar bill Robby always leaves.
Except, it's not a twenty– it's a fifty. Twenty of them.
You choke on nothing, nabbing receipt only to find something scribbled hastily in pen on the bottom– a phone number and a message.
jack consistently gets cuteness aggression around you.
you have no idea how often he has to stop himself from rounding the nurses annex and squishing your cheeks together with one big, calloused hand. just squeezing the puffy flesh like his own little stress ball and whispering “you’re so… fuckin’ cute” before dropping his hand and going back to work.
you have no idea that jack pulls you to stand in between his legs at the bar, your back to his chest, in an act of completely innocent adoration. on the bar stool, his knees frame your hips and his one hand drags across the skin tenderly. the other arm wraps around your clavicle, leaning you further back to him. he doesn’t give a shit what robby thinks, he’s passed that point 1 beer ago. so when he drags your earlobe into his mouth, suckling and smiling into your neck when you squeal and giggle and flinch, he can’t help himself when he questions. “so pretty, who’re you this pretty for, huh?”
and friend… you have no idea, the strength jack has to possess when you furrow your eyebrows at one of his commands and tilt your head like a little puppy.
it was a normal shift at ptmc, what jack would always describe as “your usual mix of blood and tissue and coding.” not necessarily a bad shift, in fact quite tame! which is why it’s so confusing that jack is leading you to the bedroom with a slight, sudden push to your back so you stand in the middle of the room. your scrubs still smell like the soft vanilla of your detergent, despite the grime layered on from a 12 hour shift.
jack approaches, his gait swaying as his hands clasp behind his back. he needs to bring back his military training just so he doesn’t completely sink his teeth into you within seconds of getting you alone. facing you, jack tilts his chin up, looking down his nose because he knows it riles you up. “take your panties off.”
a bambi blink, a tilt in your head & a swallow before you lean down. jack watches your every move as you slide your scrubs down, and peel of your panties before handing them to him. fuck.
you think his aggressive cuddles were bad then? how do you explain the deep nose breaths he now takes before speaking? your panties, pastel pink with a little white heart in the center, a lacy little bow around it, has jack’s eyes rolling back.
he isn’t even shameless when he brings them to his nose, a deep inhale as the lace drags against his cheek. it builds in him so quickly his hands shake, “been wanting to get my hands on you alll day. lay down, lemme see those eyes.”
and you have no, fucking idea, how much the love and affection in your eyes drives him insane. god forbid you yawn and apologize mid thrust, his hand might be permanently etched into your throat as he kisses at your face. he can’t help himself, moving to bite at your neck, “my baby, i love you so much.”
michael robinavitch who is mean. he’s a big mean man, and everyone in the pitt knows it. when he was younger, his callous words could be played off as snark, a biting retort. but now that he’s fifty-ish there is no mistaking his cruelty. but that’s okay, because you like it. you like how he bites onto your clavicle when he’s fucking into you, just like how you like how he bites at residents when they fuck up. you like how he pulls harshly on your hair, gripping it into a tight knot in his big big hands, just like how you like when he grips med students by the shoulder. you like how he smacks your ass hard, leaving big red welts on it the next day, just how you like when he smacks the tables and counters in his anger. you like how he condescends you, cooing at you mockingly when you try to squirm away in overstimulation, just like how you like when he yells angrily at management. dr robby is a big mean man, but you love him. you love everything about him, especially when he’s mean to you.
thinking about jack abbot and his massive hands……….
MDNI ! 18+
his hands would dwarf everyday objects when he held them, like his phone. it looks TINY. his texts have typos half the time because his thick fingers end up pressing the wrong keys.
he LOVES the way your hand dwarfs in his whenever he holds your hand. he loves how your entire cheek fits nice and snug on his warm palm, or how his hand spans over your thigh.
what he loves the most though, is hearing the whines and moans leaving your lips, as he pushed two fingers deep in n out. little ’jackie…too much!’ now and then has him grinning, cooing at you with mock sympathy.
”oh no, you can take it, sweetheart…” he’d fake pout, free hand brushing your hair out of your face, ”if you can’t even take two of your jackie’s fingers, how’re you gonna take his cock, hmm?”
and oh, he gives it to you. thighs pressed to your chest, hips snapping against you, his thighs meeting the globes of your ass. room filled with the wet noises of you two mixing together, your whines n moans echoing the room. he couldn’t help but laugh, one arm resting on the mattress next to your head to hold him up, the other sliding down your tummy. two thick fingers landing on your clit, swirling around n around, getting you closer. he can feel you squeezing him harder than ever, and his eyes focus on you.
”come on, sweet girl…you can do it…” he groans, head dropping to pepper kisses on your neck, stubble gently scratching at the skin, ”do it for your jackie…c’mon…thaaaaat’s it…”
and if he’s feeling extra mean, he’ll shove his fingers into ur mouth after, keeping u quiet for as long as wants <3
jack and robby eating your pussy at the same time...
you were lying on the crumpled bedsheets, your legs spread wide to make room for both jack and robby. their massive bodies were squeezed between your inner thighs, but neither of them seemed to mind – not when their tongues were resting on your sensitive pussy, licking and savouring it as if it was the sweetest dessert.
your body trembled with the almost painful and overwhelming sensation of pleasure you were experiencing. your hands, tangled in both men’s hair, held on tightly, unsure whether to pull them impossibly closer or perhaps push them away.
but they decided for you.
holding you in the almost iron grip of their strong arms, controlling your sweaty body however they pleased, while their lips ravaged your swollen folds and your pebbled clit, kissing and sucking.
"too much" you moan breathlessly, arching your whole body as another electrifying wave of pleasure washes over you.
"don’t lie to us, sweetheart" robby says, his beard brushing against your soft skin, making you shiver "i can see you want more. i can feel you want more."
there’s no point in denying it because you know he’s right. the sensation is overwhelming; you can feel them everywhere. you can feel jack penetrating you with his tongue, kissing your folds. you can feel robby sucking your puffy clit, his long fingers brushing along your entrance, sliding deep inside you the moment the other man finds another spot to torture you with.
your pussy is covered in their saliva and your juices, of which there’s so much that it’s dripping down their chins and your thighs, showing just how long this has been going on.
and yet you still want more, even when you say otherwise, because your mind can’t keep up with their greed, but your body, your body begs for more, as if addicted to the feeling of jack and robby on your body.
and when the orgasm finally hits you, it’s sharp and rough.
your legs clamp down on both men’s shoulders. moans and cries that are downright pornographic escape from your lips and you can feel yourself squirting, but you don’t even have the strength to pull away, letting jack and robby lick up your cum, making you feel as though you’re on the brink of another numbing orgasm.
"you think you can give us one more baby?" jack’s raspy voice snaps you out of the haze almost instantly, but before you can reply, their tongues are back on your sweet pussy, devouring it once more.
"c'mon, baby, gimme one more,” jack pants, his lips right against yours. his fingers had been plunging deep inside your cunt for the past long minutes. you've lost count already. brain turned to mush, all thoughts wooshed away.
“jackie,” you whine, gripping his forearm, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.
“yeah, baby. i want you to come for me again. come for your jackie, sweetheart,” he kisses he corner of your lips.
it's too much. his thick fingers splitting up your cunt, the metal band of his ring now warm against your skin, but it only spurs you on. jack's thumb circles your poor, throbbing clit in time with his thrusts, making your eyes roll back shut.
your orgasm builds fast, barreling you over the edge. with your head thrown back, you let out a sinful moan as you come. your legs close around his arm, but jack doesn't stop.
he rides it out with you, fingers moving slowly inside you as you come down.
“good job, baby, cum so pretty f'me,” he whispers, voice raspy. jack chuckles when your pussy squeezes again. “look at that, she doesn't wanna let me go.”
his fingers slide off you slooooowly, a wet pop following.
“look how wet you got my fingers,” he taunts, smirking down at you. jack locks his eyes with yours, bringing his fingers up to his nose and taking a sniff of them. “i love this cunt so fucking much, baby,” he groans, licking his fingers clean. “let me say it to her,” jack slides down your body until his face is buried in your pussy.
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