PAIRING ➩ jack abbot x reader x michael robinavitch
WC ➩ 5.6k
SUMMARY ➩ Both of your attending’s take a liking to you, and after a drunken night all together you are caught in a back and forth between them.
AUTHORS NOTE ➩ okay! clearly this is very different for me but got burnt out and wanted to try this concept out. this is just a drabble to see the interest level on this and then id love to write more for this trio if you guys like it! NOT PROOFREAD everyone is OOC and thats ok bc sex! jack is not the nicest guy but dont be fooled, reader loves it
You liked being a rule follower, it seemed to run through your veins since the moment you decided to become something bigger than your hometown had to offer.
You were the one in the back of the library until it closed, outside the classroom twenty minutes before an exam and always, always studying on the weekends.
It was hard to get you out to a party and nearly impossible to offer up a distraction that sounded more appealing than a future with a career you worked hard for and an income to back it up.
So you had absolutely no idea how you managed to break one of the biggest systemic rules only a few months into your residency at the PTMC.
You’d done an intern rotation there a bit ago, exploring other options but ultimately deciding it was the hospital for you after you trial and errored the others. Admittedly, you liked the teaching styles of each of the attending doctors at the Pitt and found yourself trying to fill the void they left when you were elsewhere.
They seemed ecstatic to have you back, familiar faces beaming at your arrival and sending praises your way over your new badge that held the official title of doctor.
You knew you had earned it, blood sweat and tears paired with a complete lack of social life and experience, so you took the compliments with your shoulders held high and your chin lifted.
There were a few staff members that seemed to be a bit more excited than you had realized to be seeing you daily again. You didn’t really blink an eye when you were invited out to drinks by Robby. He was as nice as a boss could be and you knew some of the nurses and doctors went out together occasionally or met up in the park after a hard shift.
You felt honored to finally be invited so although nervous, you went home after work and eagerly got yourself ready to socialize and really solidify yourself as a member of the team.
You didn’t need to be bent over a text book and missing out on your youth anymore because you’d done it, you’d achieved the impossible goal and then some.
There was a wave of confusion that hit you when you entered the bar Robby had named, first noting how empty the small building seemed and then realizing who exactly was your company for the night when you scanned around the booths and landed on him and Jack Abbot.
Spending time outside of work with one of your bosses was already nerve wracking but you figured you’d have the blanket of the other interns and new residents to help you through the transition.
You hadn’t planned for the fact it was seemingly only you and, not just one, but two of your attending’s.
Jack was watching you closely as you approached and slid into the booth, taking a long sip of his whiskey and eyeing you over the top of the glass. You’d had your fair share of interaction with him between patient hand offs and picking up a night shift here or there but he, quite honestly, intimidated you.
Robby had a certain dad like warmness to him that loosened you up, even on one of his more snippy days. His counterpart always seemed one rude patient away from snapping and you didn’t plan to bear witness to it when it happened.
“Did the others cancel?” You said it softly, still using your almost customer service level voice with them on instinct.
Your eyes tracked Jack’s glass as he set it down and let out an amused scoff, running a hand over his light stubble like he found your question amusing.
“I… didn’t invite anyone else.” Robby was the one to answer, dragging out the first word awkwardly like he had tried to find a less blunt way to say that and failed.
“Oh.” You couldn’t stop your eyes from widening, lips parting in understanding and then snapping closed when Robby’s gaze dropped down to them.
The awkwardness settled between you all for the first few drinks, especially since Jack seemed more keen to sit and stare at you than actually participate in the conversation.
Eventually you were getting comfortable, alcohol flowing through your system as your posture relaxed and you giggled softly at every little stupid comment Robby was making. At one point he got up to use the bathroom and you shifted over to fill the gap, not realizing until he returned that you’d planted yourself right inbetween them.
They didn’t seem to mind and if anything, they were only getting closer and closer as the night went on. You almost didn’t notice considering you were bordering on drunk now but their colognes mixing was making your head spin and you felt the continuous bump of Jack’s knee against yours.
You weren’t sure how it escalated as fast as it did, how small talk turned into hushed conversations with your faces leaning in instinctively to try and hear each other better.
The gazes were lingering from all three of you, much more heated coming from the quieter one to your left. He clearly wasn’t a man of many words outside of work but he was making his intentions very clear with the way he was looking at you.
You felt more than flustered and then a little stupid for your bold assumption that they were flirting with you, both of them. The stupidity melted away as soon as Robby, not so subtly, slid a hand over your thigh as he laughed at something you’d said and then kept it there.
The weight of his large palm shut you up immediately, ripping the words out of your throat as you looked between them both in confusion.
Jack was the one to kiss you first that night, pressing in when you caught his eye with no warning. He was rough and filthy instantly, whiskey coated tongue pushing into your mouth as you felt Robby brushing your hair back out of your face so you had no interruptions.
You had no time to breathe or process when he pulled back, your chin being tilted so you could be kissed again by the other man.
Robby was much more gentle, nearly sweet as he kissed you softly with patience you found similar to his teaching styles in the ER. Your hand cupped his beard and ran through it with fascination, never kissing someone of his age before and finding yourself needing more from both of them when he also pulled back.
There wasn’t much conversation to be had about the arrangement, you all clearly wanted to do this and you were giddy when they helped you out of the booth and led you out to Jack’s truck.
You were leaning against him as he drove and softly kissing at his jaw and neck, drunk enough to fall into that familiar student habit of wanting him to approve of you. He was obviously interested but he was less outspoken about it than Robby and it was driving you crazy, frowning softly when he mumbled for you to be patient at a red light.
The other man didn’t let you feel dejected for long, tugging you back towards the passenger seat to kiss you deeply as Jack drove. You felt his rough hand slide onto your bare thigh during, squeezing a little too tightly like he was reminding you of his presence even if he couldn’t participate.
You’re clueless to how you ended up like this, bent over Robby’s mattress with Jack on the bed in front of you, stroking himself as he watches the other prep you gently. It’s a harsh mixture of personalities, the larger man behind you as he pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt with soft praises, while the other has an expressionless look on his face.
His cock gives him away though, clearly achingly hard and leaking endlessly as he tugs on it casually and watches you, leaning back on his elbow so he doesn’t miss an inch of your body that’s been on display for half an hour now.
You feel vulnerable, fully stripped down as soon as you got through the door while the both of them are practically fully dressed.
It’s a never ending night of exploration between the three of you, your mouth continuously full whether it’s Robby’s thick length in your throat while Jack licks his way through your folds or vice versa with the older man prepping you for something more while Jack roughly fucks up into your sore mouth.
He’s much more brutal and it brings a wave of anticipation over you whenever he decides to participate, going back and forth between getting himself off while he watches and then seemingly getting impatient as he barks orders at Robby or abruptly sits up and does it himself.
Robby seems more than used to the dynamic, so much that he completely freezes after he’d finished stretching you and was starting to push his way inside, a single low cough from Jack as he cleared his throat making you both tense.
Your cloudy eyes shifted upwards to try and gauge his expression, face pushed into the blankets by Robby’s big hand in between your shoulder blades.
Jack wasn’t looking at you at all but he gave a firm shake of his head, refusal for something you didn’t really understand. You heard Robby sigh from behind you, rubbing your back in apology before you felt his thumb pressing against your unused entrance.
You gasped and stiffened, trying to sit yourself up and finding you weren’t able to. At first you thought it was Robby holding you down and you felt a wave of surprise before realizing Jack had gotten closer and had a hand in your hair, keeping you pinned to the bed and watching you sternly.
“I-I’ve never done that.” You whimper out but you can’t deny your bodies reaction to the pressure on your hole, pressing lightly and then withdrawing when you make small noises of discomfort. “I’m serious, not even by myself.”
Jacks surprisingly gentle when he brushes your hair out of your sweaty face and lightly kisses your head.
“Robby doesn’t get to fuck you anywhere but there so it’s up to you.” His voice is as cold as you expected it to be despite the soft actions, giving you a clear ultimatum.
Their dynamic is fascinating to you, unable to figure it out typically but especially not now when you’re reduced to this state. Robby hadn’t even attempted to argue when he was denied access to actually fucking you despite the fact he’d been the one to initiate this all and he spent the last ten minutes stretching your cunt specifically to take him.
Jack was easily in charge, directing him to your other hole like this was something they did often.
You got a feeling of dread over you at the thought that they might have, your name just being added to a list of women they shared between them. It would make sense considering how smoothly they moved around eachother to please you without really interacting amongst themselves.
You were ripped from your thoughts by Robby fully pressing his thumb inside you, also starting to move his hips against you as he did so like he was stimulating the action and trying to give you an idea of what it was like to get fucked there.
They didn’t need verbal permission from you considering how quick you were to cry out in pleasure, pressing your face back into the blankets and whining softly when he added another finger. It was a painful and uncomfortable stretch but that only made it feel better for you, so degrading and embarrassing to be prepped in both holes while two older men watched you with fascination.
“That’s good sweetheart.” Robby’s voice was soft from behind you and you whimpered at the sound of it, his third finger running through your soaked folds to gather some wetness and make the stretch burn less when he pushed further into you. “I know it hurts baby but you can take it.”
And you wanted to take it.
You wanted to fuck Robby so bad it made you feel stupid and even more, you wanted Jack to approve of you. He clearly wanted it like this judging by his sharp directions and the way he was still watching you, keeping your head pushed down but going back to touching himself as he looked at you whimpering in discomfort.
You were beyond willing to explore this new aspect of your body if it meant pleasing them both in their individual ways.
Your mouth was hanging open in silent cries when Robby really started to fuck you from behind, filling you up with such a foreign feeling that you couldn’t even catch your breath. You’d never felt so full in your life and you were still longing for more, eyeing Jack and his length hungrily as you pictured him being inside you at the same time.
He was nearly smirking as he looked at you and you knew he must be thinking the same thing, still routinely rubbing your hair out of your face as you gasp and cry.
Robby is still somehow gentle despite how roughly he’s fucking you, big hands running all over your body and soft words leaving his mouth in hushed whispers against your neck.
“You’re such a good girl, you’re so sweet to me. Feels so good fucking you like this.” He’s a nonstop spew of gentleness but you can’t stop staring at Jack and that dark look in his eyes.
“Don’t lie to her Rob. She’s letting you fuck her ass like a whore.” His voice was raspy and you felt like you hadn’t heard him speak in a while, whimpering automatically at the sound of it and pathetically reaching out a hand towards his bare thigh. He shifted out of your range and you let out a near sob as you dropped your arm against the bed.
There was a disapproving hiss from behind you but Robby didn’t argue, just kissing the back of your neck softly as he fucked you.
You didn’t get to cum until you were flipped over into your back and roughly moved into place by Jack, dismissing Robby with a small shove to the chest after he finished inside you. The larger man didn’t hesitate, falling into the bed beside you as his chest heaved from the exertion.
Jack fucking you was an out of of body experience and you were suddenly very glad that you had saved that feeling for him and not Robby, selfish in the way you were crying out his name and clinging to him as he pushed in with one rough movement. He didn’t take it easy, didn’t give your body any time to recover after Robby had just spilled himself inside you.
You hoped the favoritism wasn’t as obvious as it felt but you couldn’t help yourself, addicted to Jack and the rough way he handled you.
The addiction didn’t stop after that night, not even remotely.
They’d invited you to spend the night but Jack was gone by the time you’d woken up.
Robby found you looking confused and hurt in the kitchen, kissing you softly and telling you not to take it personally. He reassured you that Jack wouldn’t treat you any differently at work and told you that he just didn’t like to sleep at other people’s apartments.
You tried your best to take his advice but you felt sick having to go into work the next week so you made a point to avoid him. Robby was impossible considering you worked the same shift but he was easy to interact with, still soft smiles and gentle praising at work like he hadn’t seen you naked and covered with cum just a few days ago.
There was a handful of stolen kisses, always taking you by surprise when he crowded you in the break room or when he managed to run into you in an empty hallway. He would get this boyish look on his face after you broke apart, flushing a little around his neck before speed walking off and telling you to keep up the good work like he was just being a friendly boss.
Jack wasn’t stupid and he clearly knew you were avoiding him, finally catching you during a shift change and fixing his glare on you when he saw you laughing softly with Robby.
It led to a small confrontation, your heart beating out of your chest in an empty exam room as he questioned you for being okay with the other man but not him. You had stuttered your way through excuses before awkwardly telling him that it had hurt your feelings when he left in the middle of the night.
Jack had you down on your knees and your throat stuffed full of his cock before you could even finish your pathetic rambling, clearly establishing the difference between him and Robby’s soft stolen kisses.
You felt sick for preferring the way he treated you but you couldn’t stop once you started. It quickly left the hospital, late night calls where he gruffly told you an uber was on its way to you, never asking but simply expecting you to get in the car and come to his place no matter what time it was.
And you did, swallowing the small amount of pride you had and letting him plow you into his mattress without any remorse. Occasionally he’d kiss you softly after, rub your bruised hips and tell you how good you were for him while he ate you out, but more often than not he was rolling over and ordering you another car back home.
You stopped the stolen moments with Robby, first avoiding being alone with him in general and then softly rejecting him when he tried to ask you out to dinner. His face had fallen and then hardened with realization.
“You’re with Jack.” It wasn’t a question but answering it still made you feel sick, the soft disappointment coming from him making your throat burn. “I get it okay? I really do, trust me, but you deserve better than that.”
Your eyebrows furrowed for a number of reasons, both the soft judgement and the light reveal that this might have been something that happened to them before. It wasn’t too far off to assume considering you were more than positive they’d shared other women together, the look on Robby’s face vaguely familiar like he’d been through this more than once.
You were thankful that Robby easily slipped back into the role of your mentor despite the way his gaze would linger on you, occasionally hungry but mostly just longing and pained.
You’d tried to talk to Jack about it but he wasn’t interested in small talk on the nights he called you over, reassuring you that he liked you but standing firm that he didn’t want to discuss Robby at all.
“Unless you’re fucking him.” He said it casually one night as you were getting dressed to leave, laying flat on his back and eyeing you.
You’d been complaining again about how bad you felt for the other man, not even meaning to bring it up as much as you apparently had been. You froze before pulling your shirt over your head, raising your eyebrows at him.
“What do you mean?” You needed the clarification before you assumed, finishing getting dressed while shifting closer to the bed. “I’m allowed to fuck him?”
Jack’s confused face left a pit in your stomach and you suddenly became aware of the fact that you never agreed to be exclusive.
“Why wouldn’t you be?” He asked back, only confirming what you had been fearing.
You wanted to tell him all the reasons you had came to that conclusion, the occasional soft talks you had after sex and the fact he took up almost all your free time. You never actually spent the night but you’d stay with him until the sun was rising, share a coffee mug in his kitchen before he got you a ride home.
Jack cared about you in his own ways and you were stupid enough to think this was just his low commitment way of beginning a relationship.
Instead, you took a deep breath and flattened your expression.
“Yeah you’re right. Maybe I’ll do that.” You said it as causally as you could, pulling your purse strap onto your shoulder and lingering at the end of his bed.
He watched you closely, expression completely unreadable but you could see how tight his jaw had gotten at your response.
There was no argument from him as you left and you didn’t expect one, not even when you softly asked him to cancel your uber because you weren’t going home. You mostly just wanted to say it to be petty, to really get in his head and make him rethink the casualness of your relationship, but you’d decided on your way downstairs that you actually were going to follow through on your lie.
The loneliness hit you hard by the bottom step, that sense of rejection making you sick enough that you were hurriedly opening the app and punching in Robby’s address before you could think too hard about it.
You gave zero warning that you were coming, yet he still offered you a soft look as soon as the surprise left his face.
You figured Jack would’ve been a lot harsher if you randomly showed up at his door in the middle of the night, maybe even sent you away. Then you decided to stop comparing them for the time being, both because it wasn’t fair to Robby and because it was making your stomach turn even more.
“Hey.” You hated how awkward you sounded but he suddenly seemed a lot more like your boss than the guy you fucked in a threesome that one time. “Sorry to just drop by.”
“I don’t mind.” He said back easily and he stepped aside to let you in, his apartment familiar despite how distracted you’d been the last time you were inside of it.
This time you actually took a second to appreciate it, the intentional decoration making it feel a lot homier than Jacks bachelor pad that sometimes felt more like a magazine spread than somewhere he actually lived. You shook yourself out of yet another comparison by turning to appreciate Robby himself.
It was hard to connect this version of him to the one that had done such deviant things to you that night, moving so naturally through the filth of the intense sex. He was standing there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, already in sweats and a hoodie with his glasses on and his hair slightly messy like he had been sleeping before you came.
Yet he still opened the door, welcomed you in like this was an average occurrence or an appropriate time to be there.
“I can go.” You said softly, gesturing to the door and you couldn’t stop the feeling of satisfaction when his face fell.
It was admittedly nice to be on the other side of the dynamic you were used to. Robby was clearly interested in you and willing to go the extra mile to prove it, inconveniencing himself for a shot with you and not vice versa.
“You don’t have to.” He rasped instantly and took a few steps closer like he was going to touch you before deciding against it. “Just… why are you here?”
“I missed you.” You decided on a safe answer, not necessarily a lie.
Your eyes went to his lips and it was so obvious that he flushed, awkwardly chuckling like he wasn’t sure how he was allowed to react to that.
“Jack busy?”
“No.” You shook your head and pursed your lips, scanning over his frame with the same slow deliberant look that made it very clear what you were there for.
Jack technically wasn’t busy, he was probably fast asleep and not thinking twice about you after he just fucked your brains out and called you every filthy name on the planet.
The slight lie seemed to add some confidence to Robby, his shoulders broadening just enough for you to notice it like he thought he was your first choice for the night. You didn’t want to break his heart all over again by telling him that he was just the rebound even though you had a feeling he wouldn’t mind anyways.
You still would’ve ended up exactly where you did, bent over his couch and drooling as he fucked you as roughly as he could allow himself.
Robby was a different type of lover than Jack despite their intensities being similar, his big rough hands rubbing up and down your back as he praised you for how deep you could take him and encouraged you to keep being good just a little longer.
It was passion that led to him getting more aggressive, desperation to have you and make you feel good. Jack was all about claiming, owning your body and reminding you that you were his to use in whatever way he wanted.
You had no issue with either of their styles, beyond greedy in the way you became quickly addicted to having both.
Robby told you he loved you after a handful of months of you fucking him, kissing you softly after he took you in the kitchen and telling you how beautiful you were. He looked mildly humiliated when you didn’t return the confession but a gentle kiss from you seemed to make him forget all about it.
He never stopped saying it after the first time, nearly welling up in tears half the time you had sex as he repeated it over and over until he finished inside of you despite the fact you never said it back.
It was nice to go to him second because you liked to hear it after seeing Jack.
You knew you were in love with Jack, you’d be stupid to try and deny it and even more to say it to him. The thought of confessing didn’t even cross your mind, not even on the rare occasions he would take it slow with you.
Sometimes he asked about Robby and you’d try your best to read his expression but you could never tell what he was feeling.
“He just seems happier lately.” He was saying to you as you laid in his bed, resting on your side and watching him as he stared up at the ceiling.
You’d been staying after sex longer every so often but still never sleeping over. Robby was more than willingly to open his bed for you on those nights, not even touching you if you didn’t want it and instead just letting you rest in the company of somebody else.
You felt like he knew deep down that he wasn’t the one you wanted sleeping next to you but he was too content to have you there to complain or question it, even under those circumstances.
“I don’t know.” You frowned softly at the topic even though you knew better than anybody why Robby was lighter on his feet at work.
Jack turned his face to look at you, disbelief painting his handsome features. Even in the dim lighting, he was still the most beautiful man you’d ever seen in your life and you felt that familiar ache in your heart that this would end before it even actually went anywhere.
You’d be on your way home with sore legs and the image of him looking at you when he was half asleep and lit up by the moonlight outside his window.
“You fuck him often?” He questioned and you sighed softly, considering rolling over so you didn’t have to face him for this but deciding it wasn’t worth losing the view.
“Sex with me isn’t magically curing Robby.” You replied, the first real confirmation that you’d been sleeping with the other man. Jack rolled his eyes like he didn’t believe that statement. “It’s not like he wasn’t fucking other people before, he’s not a total loner.”
“Fucking you is a lot different than fucking somebody else.” He said gruffly like the fact rang true for him too, registered personally.
You’d never really asked if Jack was sleeping with anybody else because you couldn’t bare the answer but you assumed he was too busy for you half the time so it didn’t make much sense that he would have an open rotation of people in his clearly exclusive sheets.
“He’s in love with me”.
It took you a while to say and then even longer for him to show any type of response outside of his muscles stiffening against the bed.
His eyes turned back towards the ceiling and you wanted to cry, figured he must be so disgusted with you for playing with his friends feelings that he couldn’t even look at you, despite the fact he was essentially doing the same thing exact to you.
The heavy lengthy silence was just starting to really pain you when he was finally looking at you again.
“And?” He whispered, voice rough, and you raised your eyebrows in confusion. “Do you love him too?”
“No.” Your answer was instant and you had to press your lips shut to stop yourself from saying anything more.
It was on the tip of your tongue and he stared at you like he could sense it, like he was just waiting for you to slip up and be unable to stop yourself from confessing that you didn’t love Robby because you loved him. You felt like he was searching for a reason to end this, to let you down gently by making it seem like it was your fault for getting too attached to him when it was clearly supposed to be casual.
“He thinks I’m cheating on you.” You continue in a whisper, both to slightly change the topic before you made the grave mistake and to try and lighten the mood.
It clearly worked considering the low chuckle he let out, running a hand through his ash colored curls and looking at you with amusement.
You weren’t lying to him, sitting through half a dozen nights of Robby anxiously pacing his bedroom floor while he was riddled with guilt for sleeping with what he assumed was his friend’s girlfriend.
You definitely could have corrected him, eased his mind and made the entire situation simpler for him, but you honestly liked knowing he wanted you so bad he would betray Jack’s trust.
That selfish side of you made you sometimes question if you deserved this back and forth relationship with Jack, your karma for the darker parts of you that typically stayed hidden until you started your thing with Robby.
“And he’s still fucking you?” Jack’s eyebrows were raised in question but he was smiling now, tired and manly in that way that lit your stomach up with butterflies and heat. You bit your lip to stop yourself from grinning and gave him a nod slow. “Wow. He must really be into you.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.” You said softly, touching his bare chest and feeling the pattern of his calm breathing for a second. “Some people can’t get enough of me actually.”
It was an obvious jab and he tensed for half a second before glancing at where your phone had been abandoned on the nightstand.
“He expecting you tonight?” His voice was lower now and it felt like it sucked all the air out of the room.
“Probably.” You whisper, watching him closely to try and gauge where his line of questioning was leading. “He knows I’m with you, so….”
You didn’t need to finish the sentence for him to understand the implications. A night with him meant you would end up with Robby, seeking out all of the things he refused to offer you.
He watched you for a long few seconds that made you feel like you’d said far too much before he was humming and shifting in place to get more comfortable.
“Turn your lamp off.” He said gruffly and your eyebrows furrowed, sparing a look towards the only light in the room outside of the moon coming from his window. You didn’t miss the use of the possessive word either, labeling the lamp on your typical side of the bed as your own.
You sent another glance to the bedside table it was on, your phone sitting next to your lipgloss and a half finished book that you sometimes read when he was showering before sex since he didn’t like you in there once his leg came off.
Your belongings in his room suddenly felt very obvious and you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat.
“On my way out?” You asked softly despite thinking you knew what he actually meant.
You needed to hear him say it, you couldn’t just assume that he was suddenly asking you to spend the night after months of avoiding it so intentionally. You had to risk the humiliation of asking for clarification.
He gave you a long slightly scolding look like he was playfully irritated at how obviously leading your question was. Instead of giving you a clear answer, he cleared his throat and nodded in the lamps direction before outstretching his arm across your pillow for you to rest your head on.
You only hesitated for a second before sitting up to do as he said, blanketing yourself in darkness and then the warm feeling of him curled against your back as you ignored the buzzing of your phone on the nightstand.
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Pairing - cherry popper!M.Robinavitch x f!virgin reader
Summary - Robby accidentally overhears your conversation with Trinity about you being a virgin, dirty old man has to get his hands on you.
Warnings - SMUT, protected p in v, fingering & oral (f receiving), use of vibrator, no use of y/n
Notes - kinda bad, proofread but seems rushed ? let me know your thoughts !
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For months you’d hear Santos talk about her casual hookups with Garcia, how good the orgasms were, you’d nod in acknowledgment, not knowing what to say, how to react, sometimes you’d just scoff in disbelief at the words that would come out of her mouth.
“I mean come on, I’m sure you’ve had a mind blowing orgasm or two in your life” she said staring at the patient board before looking over to you.
You stayed silent, not sure what to say, with a stack of papers between your hands as you pressed your lips together, putting the stack down on the surface in front of you before looking at her with a blank stare.
Her eyes grew wide, her lips formed an ‘O’, “oh my god, you’re a virgin ?!” She exclaimed
“Jesus fucking Christ, Trinity. Please, announce it to the entirety of the hospital through the PA system while you’re at it” you said panicked
You looked around the hospital, checking to see if anyone had heard you, only having Robby a few feet away but he seemed too entranced by his charting, Mel and Whitaker were too busy chatting on the opposite side of him.
“Yes, Trin, I am in fact a virgin, and what the fuck about it ?” Your hands on your hips, waiting for a response.
“Hey, never said anything bad about being a virgin, just took me by surprise is all” she held her hands out in defense, “but there’s a sex shop down the street from the bar if you’re ever interested in a vibrator of sorts”, she said as she walked away
Being a virgin was never something you felt ashamed or embarrassed about, if anything, you were indifferent to it, you’ve had a few relationships which of course never lasted more than a week or two due to your busy schedule, hookups that fell through, the time would come when it would come.
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The rest of your shift was tense, you found yourself assigned to every case that Robby was working on, he was more touchy than usual. His hand would find your waist, your hips, guiding your hand or elbow during a procedure, praising you for doing your job.
Robby couldn’t help himself, having overheard your conversation with Trinity, it intrigued him, part of him felt like a dirty old man, you were one of his favorites, not for any particular reason other than the fact that you were wonderful to work with, fun to have around, hardworking, etc.
Now, all he could think about was your tight little virgin pussy. All the sounds he could draw from you, how soaking wet you’d be just by a few light touches, the way your pussy would stretch around his thick cock, he could have you clenching around his thick cock as he fucked into you, begging him to go harder, faster, as you gasped into his ear. A dream it would be to him.
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Later that night, you found yourself driving to the bar, walking down the street, your eyes were met with pink and green neon signs, you took a second to collect yourself, thinking if this was a good idea at all, you finally took a deep breath before swinging the door open, the bell announcing your arrival to the salesperson.
Every inch of the shop was abundantly decorated with all of sorts of things, dildos in various sizes, ropes, gags, whips, everything you could think of, it was hanging all over the walls, you felt overwhelmed.
“Hey there, anything I can help you with ?” The lady said with a smile.
You looked over, part of you wanted to ask for help, but you were overcome with shyness. “I’m good, thank you though” you said before turning your eyes back to the wall.
You walked through the store, hands grabbing at things, reading the descriptions, you eventually came across the vibrator section, eyeing the wall up and down, wands, vibrating dildos, some disguised as makeup products, your eyes finally landing on the popular rose toy, grabbing it off the hook before walking over to the lingerie section.
The pinks, purples and red colors of the delicate lace of the lingerie caught your attention, you laughed to yourself as you shuffled through the various pieces, crotchless panties, bras with ribbon that tied right in front of the nipples. The doorbell rang again, not bothering to look to see who else had walked into the store, you were too intrigued by the beautiful colors of the lingerie. Finally settling on two different styles, one set with crotchless panties and the other full coverage, both with their own garter set.
You browsed a little more, the sales lady sparked a conversation with the other customer.
“Just this for you tonight, sir ?” She asked.
“Yup..just these” he responded, looking around the store, his eyes stopped when he met your familiar figure.
Your ears perked up at the familiar voice, you looked up, your eyes found him
“Hey, you, what’re you doin here ?” He said with a friendly smile
“I—um, Trinity recommended me this place” you said stuttering through your words. You approached the checkout counter slowly, it felt like you were walking on eggshells, you felt awkward, being in the same sex shop as your attending, not to mention the items you held.
Robby looked down to your hands, seeing what you were carrying. “You know what, I’ll get these too” he said grabbing your things, handing them to the lady for her to scan. He looked over his shoulder, “Step out, I’ll be outside in a minute”, you scoffed, but did as he said.
You stepped out, the warm air washed over your body, leaning against the wall of the store. Finally, the bell rang, turning over to see Robby as he exited, immediately snatching the bag out of his hands.
“Why’d you do that ?” You questioned Robby, arms crossed over your chest.
Did he want to make up a stupid excuse or tell you the truth ? The truth about how he overheard your conversation from earlier, knowing you’d possibly stop by after work and he’d hopefully invite you back to his place ? Or that he just conveniently had to come to a sex shop rather than a regular convenience store to pick up condoms ?
He nervously rubbed the nape of his neck, he contemplated his answer, “listen, I um, I overheard your conversation with Trinity”
You threw your hands up, he didn’t have to say more for you to know where this conversation was headed. “Oh, my god, Robby, fuck—so you knew I’d be here ?” You looked at him in disbelief
“Well, there was the off chance that you would, I just, look, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, but knowing what the conversation was about, I figured, I don’t know, I could help ? I’m a jack of all trades”, he replied
There was a loud silence between you both, Robby stood there nervously, waiting for you to answer, you thought carefully, he was your attending, you were his resident, was it really that bad of an idea if you hooked up once ? Finally lose your virginity to an experienced man ?
“Ok, fine, but just this once, Robby” you finally answered.
You hopped into your car and drove behind him, noticing him glancing over at you through his side mirror, you arrived at his place, unbuckling your seatbelt, grabbing your bag as you exited your car, you stood behind him, the metallic sound as his keys jingled around, the place was dimly lit, it smelled of sandalwood, decorated with wooden furniture, hardwood floors, you expected nothing more from Robby.
“So, can I offer you a drink or something ?” He turned his body awkwardly, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
“Uh, no, I’m good actually” you said reluctantly, you walked through his home, the walls were decorated with picture frames, some with family and some with friends. You walked into the living room, finding a spot on the couch
“I’m guessing it’s just you in this place then ?” You said as you sat down
“Mmhm, just me” his hands patting against his pants as he walked over to the couch.
You both sat there in silence, your eyes wandered off to the rest of the room, before meeting his eyes that were already on you.
“So, ever been with a virgin before then ?” You asked, studying his face
He chuckled at the question, catching him off guard, he scratched his beard. “I—uh, not sure actually, none that I was aware of anyway”, he could sense your hesitation, the way you looked at him, twiddling with your earlobe. He scooted closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh
“Look, whether I’ve been with a virgin before or not, I will take my time with you, we’ll stop if you want to stop, we can even stop now, if you’re unsure”, he wanted you to feel safe, to feel confident and comfortable that this was what you wanted. That you wanted to lose your virginity to him.
He looked at you again, you looked hesitant, like you were contemplating your feelings, he wanted you to stay, to give yourself to him.
“Where’s the bathroom ?” You said looking at him, he pointed to a door on the right side of the hallway, you got up quickly, grabbing the bag and hurrying into the bathroom.
You were in there for what felt like an eternity, he wondered if you were thinking of leaving. You shuffled through the bag, your hand glazing over a satin material, one you know you hadn’t picked out yourself, you pulled everything out of the bag, finally pulling the satin material, a pink satin robe, lace decorating the sleeves and the hem, Robby had grabbed it when he asked you to step outside.
You quickly changed into one of your pieces of lingerie you’d picked out earlier, a pink one with flowers, ripping the tags off and slipping the robe on. Looking at yourself in the full body mirror, the way the thong accentuated your plump ass, the bra hugging your plush breasts so perfectly, the garters digging into your thighs just a tad bit.
You cracked the door open, peeking out to see if Robby was still on the couch, “close your eyes”, you announced.
“Sorry, what ?” He answered, confused at your sudden request.
“I said close your eyes, Robby” you said again.
You stood there for a moment, “are they closed ?” You asked.
“Uh, yeah” he responded.
You stepped out of the bathroom, leaning your left side against the wall, you propped your left arm over your head, leaning your head against it, “so, you got me a robe too..” You said inquisitively
Robby opened his eyes, surprised by the image of you in your lingerie, “ooohohoho, wow, you look, fucking incredible” his face beaming with a smile.
You walked over to him. Surprising both of you by straddling him, Robby’s hands awkwardly in the air, not wanting to immediately throw his hands on you.
“Sooo…I’m not entirely sure what’s next” you said teasingly, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. You watched as his eyes traveled through your body, admiring the way your breasts sat in your bra, the way every bit of your body looked, he wanted to be inside you right then and there, but he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable with everything.
“Can I uh—“ he swallowed thickly, “can I kiss you ?” He finally asked. You nodded, almost too desperately for your liking.
His lips were on yours, he’d been wanting this since your conversation with Trinity, his hands traveling from your thighs to your ass, your hands wrapping around his neck, his lips moved from your jaw to your neck, nibbling on your sweet skin.
You cocked your head, allowing him more access, you moaned at the sensation, “feel good, sweet girl ?” he muffled against your skin.
“Uh-huh” you said, throwing your head back as his lips approached your breast, you felt his cock hardening against your thigh.
“Come on, let’s get you into bed” he carried you into his room, gently laying you down. His bathroom light allowed him to see how your pussy glistened from arousal.
“God, I get to ruin you in lingerie ?” He teased at you, sitting up as he admired your body. He crept up to you, his lips reconnecting to yours, you grabbed at his shirt, pulling him closer, both of you moaned into the kiss, hungry for more.
He had a hand propped up next to your head, his other hand trailed over your thigh, his fingers grazed over your skin, slowly moving up to your soaking pussy, he broke the kiss for a moment, you panicked at the sudden change, staring into his eyes.
“Can I touch you ?”, he asked sweetly
You nodded, “yes, Robby please, been waiting”, earning a smile from him.
His middle finger found your aching core, swiping his finger through your folds before making contact with your clit, your breath hitched at the contact, he smiled proudly at the sight beneath him, he’d barely touched you. He felt like there was something missing. Your vibrator. He quickly got up, shuffled through the bag in the other bathroom before sprinting back to you.
You sat up in the bed, confused about what he was doing, he hopped back into bed with you, pushing your chest down so your back was to the mattress again, hooking your legs over his shoulders, you felt his breath against your core, “gotta taste you”, carefully moving your panties to the side, you felt the flat of his tongue as he licked a wet strip up your pussy.
You hitched your breath, your toes curled up against his body, “oh god, Robby”, his tongue dove into your pussy, he had you squirming under him, your hands threaded into his hair, pulling at it as he continued to devour you.
He came to a stop, you looked down, confused and saddened at the sudden stop, “wanna see you come with this”, he said holding your vibrator in his hand. He clicked on the button, the rapid sound of buzz filled the room, you weren’t sure what to expect with your lack of experience.
All you know was that you were in pure ecstasy when the vibrator touched your clit, covering your mouth as you moaned, “let me hear you” Robby said as he watched you come undone. He was enthralled by you, it wasn’t long before your first orgasm stained his bed sheets.
“Robby, please, I’m ready for you” you said eagerly
“Gotta make sure she can take me”, he laughed at your eagerness.
He reached over to this nightstand, grabbed a small black and gold packet, quickly ripping it open before rolling the condom onto his cock. He lined himself up against your entrance. He stared at you for a second before making another move, “please tell me if it hurts at any point”, you nodded in response.
He slowly pushed the tip in, you winced at the slight pain, he stopped his movement, he searched your eyes, a tear or two pricking in your eyes, he panicked, waiting for you to tell him to stop or to keep going, something for him to know that you were okay, that everything was okay.
“I’m—I’m okay, Robby, just stings a little” you sniffled, wiping the tears away. You nodded when you felt ready again. “Just go all the way in, Robby”
He looked at you with uncertainty, “are, are you sure ?” He asked.
“Yes, Robby, I’m sure” you wrapped your hands around his shoulders.
“Biiig stretch” he said as he gently pushed himself all the way in, you winced at the stretch, your nails dug into his skin, “your idea by the way” he said staring at your teary self.
You swatted his shoulder, “shut up, I thought it would be a good idea”, you tapped his shoulder once you felt ready. Feeling him pull out, only leaving the tip in before thrusting into you again.
Robby watched as you fell apart beneath him, the way your sweet pussy felt when you clenched around him whenever he hit your sweet spot, how your hand wrapped around his neck, gasping into his ear from the pleasure, he loved how you bit down on his shoulder as you attempted to muffle your moans.
“Let me hear you, babygirl. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel, please” he pleaded
“Harder, Robby, please” practically begging him.
He thrusted into you harder, faster, he turned to look at you, watching as your eyes rolled back, “Robbyyy, oh fuckkk, just—like that”
He felt you tightening around him, “come for me, be a good girl and come for me”
You let a guttural moan out, your body tensed around him, your body arched into his as you fell apart beneath him
“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you” he whispered, leaving peppered kisses all over your face, intertwining his hand with yours as he spilled into the condom.
You both laid there, Robby waited until he went soft to pull out, getting out of bed to dispose of the condom, you let out a quiet groan at his absence, he came back to bed, pulling you into his arms, allowing you to hear his heart beating.
“Good first time ?” He whispered
You burst into laughter at the sudden question. “Yup, good first fuckin time”
And you both laid there until you drifted off to sleep
Jack is pressed up against your back in bed. He adjusts your leg and angles your hips so that he can have better access to you.
“Morning sweetheart.” Jack says to you as he kisses your neck and brushes the hair away from your face. You barely open your eyes, but you do snuggle closer to Jack.
Robby rolls over at the sound. “You took my girl.”
“Our girl. She rolled over” Jack snakes his arm around your waist. “Plus, you have to get ready for work soon.”
“I got twenty minutes before I have to get in the shower.” Robby moves Jack’s arm and pulls you back to him. “Hey baby.”
You open your eyes fully and stretch up to kiss Robby on the mouth. “Morning Robby.”
“What about me?” Jack asks, hoping for a kiss.
You turn to give Jack a kiss but Robby holds you closer. “You can give him attention in…” he looks at the time, “18 minutes.”
“Are you holding her hostage?” Jack says.
“Stay on your side of the bed.” Robby gets a pillow and puts it as a barrier in the middle of the bed.
“Just you and me right now, baby girl.” Robby tugs your underwear down and can see how wet you are. “How are you this wet already?”
“I was in the middle of a dream about you.” You put your hands on his shoulders to pull him down and kiss him.
“Oh yeah? Was I making you feel good in that dream?”
You nod as he pulls down his sweatpants and underwear. Robby doesn’t waste any time before he’s sliding into you and stretching you.
Jack removes the pillow barrier so that he can watch.
“This is going to be quick baby.” Robby adjusts the angle of his hips and before you know it you’re clenching down on Robby’s length. “Christ. Baby. You got me in a vise.”
“Robby!” You whine.
“She likes it when you talk her through it.” Jack interjects.
Robby grabs a nearby pillow and tosses it at him. “Jesus Christ. No sex talk from you unless you’re the one that is going to cum in her.”
“I can be the one if you want to pull out.” Jack says.
Robby gives him the finger and picks up the pace. You cum moaning his name, with Robby following a moment later, spilling inside you.
Robby rolls over to his side of the bed. He kisses your forehead and whispers into your ear before getting out of bed, “You’re such a good girl. I love starting my mornings inside you baby. I’m going to shower and start some breakfast for you.”
Jack gets up and goes to your side a moment later with a wet cloth and begins to clean you up. When he finishes, he gets back in bed and pulls you into him. You put your head on his chest where you can hear his heartbeat.
“Think you got another round left in you, sweetheart? I can be very gentle.” Jack runs his hand through your hair.
You sit up and straddle Jack. “You don’t have to be gentle.”
Jack gives your ass a squeeze. “Noted. Let’s see what you can handle.”
Grabbing your ass, he sets a fast pace, as he kisses along your neck and chest. The bed frame hitting against the wall.
“Jack! I… I need more.”
He keeps one hand on your ass and the other moving to press two fingers to your clit. “Come on, sweetheart. I feel you fluttering. Let go.”
You bite down on Jack’s shoulder as you cum.
“There we go. You feel like heaven.” He continues to thrust up in you as he chases his own release. “Where’d you want me sweetheart?”
“Inside. Please, Jack.”
Not long after, you feel Jack’s release. He cums with a groan. You start to shift away but he keeps you right where you are. “Just want to make sure nothing drips out baby.” You lay your head on his shoulder as he rubs up and down your back.
About 10 minutes later as Jack finishes cleaning you up, you hear Robby yelling that breakfast is done.
I’ve fantasized about this a million times. About wearing a gorgeous lingerie set—garter belt, stockings, and high heels included. (I’ve always felt prettier and more desirable in lingerie than completely naked, knowing that imagination is the greatest ally of eroticism and seduction.) And then, right after, letting my owner blindfold me and tie me spread-eagle to the dining room table, waiting for trusted guests to enter our home and turn me into their center of attention.
Just the thought of being so exposed, with the voices of strangers and not-so-strangers circling around me—maybe talking about me, maybe talking about other things—is enough to arouse me. It makes me wet just imagining the sound of champagne bottles popping, glasses clinking, unknown hands caressing me gently, others gripping my flesh with lust, some tenderly pushing my bra aside, others ripping my panties off without hesitation, the first lips licking my nipples, the boldest fingers rubbing my little pleasure button and finding a warm, wet home inside me, feeling the first hard cocks seeking my accessible hands to stroke them, sucking the fingers of those who want me to taste my own juices.
All of it building toward the final climax of each guest, which I eagerly look forward to receiving all over me—counting them out loud one by one, encouraging the stragglers not to keep me waiting.
And no less important, I imagine saying goodbye to each and every one of them with a kiss on the lips. Grateful and satisfied, using that final gesture to remind both them and myself that lust and tenderness are perfectly compatible, even in a fantasy like this.
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