❤︎ Summary : You and Jack Abbot have been dating for around 3 years. He doesn’t like how his crazy work schedule is leaving you alone most of the time. So, what better way to fix that than with his best friend, and honorary third wheel, Michael Robinavitch.
❤︎ Content Warning : SFW!! MDNI!! rabbot x fem! afab! reader. Jack and Robby are cannon age. readers age is not stated, but she is 21+. Implied age gap. reader clothing description. jack is referred to by himself and reader as “daddy” and “sir”. robby is referred to by himself and reader as “papa” (potential fauxcest, daddy kink, and age play). care giver dynamics. reader is in subspace (i hope it was accurately written). brief mention of a consensual sex tape between reader and jack. jack is strict with reader, lowkey controlling (if you squint). reader has an oral fixation (thumb sucking) slight manipulation (if you squint) brief mention of cuckolding. discussion of polyamory. robby and jack give reader a bath. lmk if i forgot anything!
You're sitting in your bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror as you get ready for dinner.
You’re not even going out ; the dinner is just at your house. According to your boyfriend Jack, it’s a “very special dinner”. You don’t even know why it’s a special dinner, that’s just what he kept saying.
You and your boyfriend Jack have been together for 3 years now and you couldn’t be happier. He’s everything you want in a man. He’s smart, kind, respectful, and so much more. He’s also a doctor which makes him a thousand times more attractive in your book.
You finish up with your hair and makeup and put on the dress Jack had picked out for you. It’s a white baby doll dress with puffy sleeves. It’s a little short, but it will just be you and Jack tonight, right?
You make your way down stairs to the kitchen where you see Jack cooking. You can tell by the smell that he is making your favorite pasta dish.
Huh? He doesn’t even like pasta, so why is he making this? What could this “special dinner” possibly be about? All of these questions run rampant through your mind.
You didn't even notice that you were making—according to Jack— the face you do when you're thinking too hard about something. But of course, he notices.
“Hi, honey. You look beautiful” he says, running his thumb over your cheek to your lips. You know what he wants from you.
“Thank you,daddy,” you mumble as you take it in your mouth.
“Good girl. I don’t even have to tell you.” he dotes.
You stand there sucking his thumb while he examines you. All the thoughts about this dinner go away as soon as his thumb hits your tongue. He knows that your mind goes blank whenever you suck his fingers, and that’s exactly what he wants right now. He’s trying to get you to sink into that floaty head space, and he’s succeeding.
“Hey. Look at me” he says as he notices that your eyes start to close. He pats you lightly on your cheek which jolts you awake.
“There we go, bunny.” he croons. “I want you to listen to me, ok?” You idly nod your head.
“I have someone special coming over tonight to join us for dinner. I want you to open the door for them once they get here and I want you to give them a big kiss, ok?” he says.
You release his thumb as you reply, “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he smiles. “Now go in the living room and watch some TV, yeah?”
“But, I’ve already hit my TV limit today” you say confused.
“I know, baby. I appreciate you being honest, but it’s a special occasion. So, just for the rest of the night, I’ll allow it.”
“Thank you, sir.” You don’t even question it as you give him a peck on the lips and make your way to the living room.
You're in the middle of some random show you found when you hear the doorbell ring.
“They’re here, baby. Remember what I told you!” Jack yells from the kitchen. You nervously stand up from the couch. All of the possibilities of who could be behind that door are running through your brain when you turn the knob, revealing the last person and also first person you’d expect to be here.
“Hi, honey” he says as he makes his way past the door.
Robby is Jack's best friend..that you see all the time. Him coming over for dinner was not an uncommon thing ; he does it at least once a week. Robby even third wheels on date nights and sleeps in your guest room when he feels lonely. So, what’s so special about him being here?
“Are you joining us for dinner tonight?” you ask.
“I sure am.” he says,taking his shoes and jacket off. “Is that ok?”
“Yeah” you murmur as you wrap your arms around his waist.
“I’m glad,” he smiles, patting your back.
There’s a long moment of silence. You two just stare at each other. None of you really move or honestly even blink. But then you remember what Jack told you to do. You can’t believe you had to kiss Robby. You did have a tiny crush on him, but Jack will never know that.
“Umm. Can I-uh-can I kiss you?” you stammer as your face and ears become bright pink with embarrassment.
“Of course you can” he whispers, putting his ginormous palm on your cheek.
You don’t really know how to go about it, so you just kiss him like how you would normally kiss Jack.
Your lips touch and it’s like fireworks are exploding. You never would have guessed that Robby was such a good kisser. His lips are so soft despite it snowing outside. His calloused but soft hands on your face. His beard adds a new sensory element. This is amazing. You get so lost in the kiss that you don’t even notice Jack standing there.
“I see you’ve met our special guest” he chuckles.
“I have to say hi to Jack, sweetheart. Is that ok?” Robby mumbles against your lips, to which you nod your head. He pulls away from you with a smile and a pat on your hip.
“What’s up, brother” he says, pulling Jack in for one of those hugs men always do.
“Thanks for coming out, man. Dinner’s almost ready.” Jack states, pulling away from the embrace.
“Great. After that shift I’m fucking starving” Robby laughs.
Jack notices your pouty face over Robby’s shoulder and motions for you to come over to them. “Hey, baby. Can you go up to your room for a second? I have to talk to Robby about something.”
“Yes, dad-Jack” you stumble.
“No. That’s not my name.” he patronizes, putting his thumb in your mouth again. “You know better, sweet pea.”
“You can say it in front of me, sweetheart. I don’t mind” Robby cuts in.
You’re so embarrassed that you can’t even speak. He asks you to call him “daddy” and he puts his thumb in your mouth again but now in front of someone. Those are only things you guys do in private.
“Yes, daddy,” you whisper around his thumb.
“Good girl.” he coos, kisses your temple. “I’ll send Robby up to get you when dinner's ready.”
You detach from his thumb and turn around to go upstairs with a light slap on your butt. Your mind is all over the place that you don’t even know who it’s from.
“Have you told her yet?” Robby asks.
“Nah, not yet.” Jack says as gets him and Robby a beer from the fridge. “I mean I've dropped little hints and briefly mentioned it here and there but she never seemed to pick up on it.”
This whole “special dinner” was about Robby and you. Since Jack is on nights and now does SWAT, he doesn’t like that you’re alone—especially at night. So, what better way to fill that void than with his best friend, who you’re already comfortable with and have a tiny crush on. You never even mentioned the crush, he just knows.
It all started as a joke when you said that Robby is practically a third in the relationship already, but it wasn’t a joke to Jack. He actually seemed to really like the idea and immediately brought it up to Robby. He was hesitant at first, but with a little sweet talking—the “sweet talking” being showing him you and Jack’s sex tapes—he was in.
Jack wasn’t too sure about Robby and you having sex, but he kind of liked the idea of his friend fucking his girlfriend. Jack likes to watch, and boy does this bring his fantasies to life.
“Dinners about ready, brother. Can you go get her from her room?” Jack asks
“Her room? Don’t you mean “our” room?” Robby questions.
“No. Her room. She has her own room.” Jack says, confused on how Robby was confused. “Her door is open, but if it’s shut you tell me.”
You have an extra room along with the room you and Jack share. You never sleep in there, but Jack knows you like your own space : baby pink walls, a desk lined with trinkets for when you do work, a bed full of stuffed animals; it's like your own little world in there. But, you’re never allowed to close the door. Jack says it’s to keep you safe, but it’s to stop you from doing something stupid like sneaking your phone after you hit your allotted time limit.
“Alrighty” he says, still bewildered on the whole you having your own room thing. And he’s also confused on how your not supposed to close it. I mean he’ll find out soon enough, right?
He walks up the stairs to see the open door to your pink room. Why has he never noticed this? He practically lives there. Even though it’s open, he still knocks so you aren’t startled by his presence.
“Hi, honey. Dinner’s ready”
You turn to look at him. “Ok. I’m coming” you say, turning the TV off and making your way to the staircase.
“What were you watching?” he inquires as you two walk side by side down to the kitchen.
“Some show Jack lets me watch” you shrug.
What Jack lets you watch? Robby had no idea how protective and strict Jack was with you. I guess he didn’t really know his friend like he thought he did.
As soon as you step foot down stairs, the smell hits you and it’s heavenly.
“There you are, honey. I made you your plate.” Jack gushed as you round the corner.
“Thank you, daddy,” you cringe as your face is becoming bright pink all over again.
“No problem, baby,” he says. “Why don’t you sit on my lap when I'm done fixing everyone’s plate, yeah?”
First you have to kiss Robby, then call Jack “daddy” in front of Robby, and now he asks you to sit on his lap at the dinner table. What’s going on?
You patiently wait for Jack to finish up and sit at his designated seat at the dining table. You swiftly take your seat in his lap as Robby sits right next to you two.
The three of you eat in silence. Robby is still dwelling on the fact that Jack is so protective of you, you're embarrassed from sitting on Jack's lap, and Jack is having a blast.
“This is really good, brother,” Robby breaks the silence with his mouth full.
“Thank you. You can thank this one though because it’s her favorite” Jack smiles, tickling your sides as you giggle.
“Well thank you for having great taste, sweetheart.” Robby chuckles, shoveling more food into his mouth.
The three of you finish up eating rather quickly. You’re not full yet, but you’re hoping Jack will let you have dessert because it’s a “special occasion”.
“Can I have ice cream?” you coax.
Jack turns to look at you from the sink where he’s washing the dishes. “I don’t know. Robby, what do you think? Has she been a good girl?” Jack asks.
That catches Robby so off guard that he almost chokes on his beer. “Uhh. Yeah. Let her have some.”
“You’re one lucky girl. Go tell Robby thank you and I'll bring it to you once I’m done here.”
You pad over to where Robby was on the couch and sit right next to him.
“Thank you, Papa,” you murmur as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder.
That name makes his face get hot. Papa. He’s never been called anything like that before, and honestly, he likes it more than he would like to admit.
You didn’t even mean to call him that, it just came out. That lets you know that your brain is slowly shutting off. That always happens when Jack, and now Robby,is soft with you.
“Any time, sweetheart” he says, moving your body to now sit on his lap. “You deserve it.”
Right on queue, Jack comes in with your bowl of birthday cake ice cream.
“Well what do we have here?” Jack coos. “Are you sitting with Robby?”
“Mhm” you mumble as Jack hands you the bowl.
Jack takes a seat next to you two ; sitting close enough to the two of you that he is practically sitting on Robby’s lap with you.
“Now, baby. I want you to listen to me, ok” Jack says. “Robby and I have something very important to discuss with you.”
“Am I in trouble?” you tremble around the spoon in your mouth.
“No, honey. You’re not in trouble.” Robby croons, rubbing your tummy to calm you down.
You let out a sigh of relief because you hate being in trouble. And you also did not want to be punished in front of Robby. That would be even more embarrassing than anything you’ve done today.
“Yeah, honey. You’re not in trouble. You’ve been such a good girl.” Jack lilts as he kisses your knee. “Robby and I just have a question for you.”
“Ok. But can I finish my ice cream first?” you ask.
“Yeah, honey. But give Papa a bite before you eat it all.” Robby requests.
You scoop up a huge spoonful for him. “Here, papa.”
It’s like music to Jack's ears. He thought you were going to be weirded out about Robby joining in on your relationship, but that just proved him wrong when he heard the name you gave Robby.
“You’re lucky, man. She barely even lets me have any of her ice cream” Jack chuckles.
Then to his surprise, you scoop up an even bigger spoonful and put it out for Jack to take. “Here, daddy.”
That makes Jack and even Robby’s heart swell. “Thank you, baby. That was very kind of you.”
Five bites later, you’re finished. You hand your bowl to Jack and he puts it on the coffee table. “Ok. I’m ready now” you say.
“I think Papa should do the honors. What do you think?”
“Yeah. I can do it” Robby says as he moves your body to sit up. Clearing his throat, “How would you feel if Papa spent more time with you and Daddy?”
That makes your eyes light up. More attention than what you already get and it’s from Robby. This is the best question you’ve ever been asked.
“I would really like it!” you smile.
“Well that’s whats gonna happen, baby.” Jack gushes. “Papa is going to stay with you while Daddy is at work and Daddy will stay with you while Papa is at work.”
“Yay!” you exclaim, throwing yourself from Robby’s lap to Jack’s.
“I’m glad you’re happy, honey” Robby chuckles.
“We will discuss more later, but I know it’s getting to be bath time for you, missy,” Jack says. “Do you want Papa or Daddy to help you?”
“Ok, baby” Jack coos. “We will both help you” Robby chimes in.
Jack stands up with you wrapped around him—as does Robby— and Jack leads Robby to your en suite bathroom. Jack goes to turn on the bath to the exact temperature you like. “I’ll show you what to do during bath time because you’re going to be doing this a lot.”
After Jack puts you down, you go to the closet to pick out your pajamas—which is just one of Jack's old shirts and a pair of underwear— and make your way back to the bathroom.
“You ready, baby?” Jack asks, to which you nod your head yes. “Ok, baby. Let's get you undressed, yeah?”
When Jack goes to take your dress off, you bury yourself into his chest. You also try to take Jack's thumb in your mouth to soothe you, but you're unsuccessful.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Robby panics, trying to get you to look at him. Did he look at you wrong? Did he say something that he didn’t realize?
“I think she’s just nervous,” Jack says, petting your hair.
“I can leave if you want, honey. Papa won’t be mad.”
“No. I want you to stay” you quickly respond.
“Ok, baby. Papa will stay, but you have to get in the bath, it’s almost bed time.” Jack coaxes.
You slowly start to let Jack resume taking your dress off, receiving praise from both Jack and Robby in the process, which makes you loosen up a little.
“There she is,” Jack preens as he finishes taking your panties off. “Such a pretty girl”
Robby is in awe. He doesn’t think you could be more beautiful, but here you are bare in front of him. You’re like an angel on Earth.
“So beautiful” Robby croons, earning a kiss from you. A real kiss. Not one that you were asked to do.
“You need to get in the bath, honey. You don’t want daddy to get mad do you.” Robby whispers, to which you sadly detach yourself from his warmth as you sit in the bathtub.
Jack explains to Robby what to do during bath time. He shows him the temperature you like the water, how to wash your hair, what soap to use, all that stuff. It’s pretty simple, but Jack knows you like to stick to a routine.
As soon as you're done, Robby picks you up out of the bath and wraps you in your towel. Once he’s done drying you off, Jack dresses you in your pajamas.
“When can I get some of your shirts, Papa?” you ask wide eyed.
“I’ll bring some the next time I come over” he laughs.
As soon as you’re dressed, Robby starts brushing your hair as Jack goes to the bed to finally take his prosthetic off.
“I’m going to take my shower in the bathroom down the hall. Call out if you need me!” Jack yells from the bedroom.
“Ok, brother. Take your time”
Once he’s done, he takes you over to the bed. “Are you going to sleep with us tonight, papa?”
“If you want me to” Robby says, getting in next to you. He’s so warm and so soft, he’s like a human teddy bear.
“I want you to stay” you mumble as you take his thumb into your mouth ; lulling you into a state of immense relaxation.
“Then that’s what I’ll do, honey”
i really enjoyed writing this one! personally, i’m seeing a lack of rabbot x reader fics, so i thought i would write my own. i was inspired to write this after reading the “his best girl” series by @thykingdoncome! i definitely recommend you go read that series, it’s amazing! i hope you guys enjoyed! much love! 🍨
