Immediately drops the whole sabbatical idea when he finds out. He was still on the fence about it, and the two of you argued about it every day. You knew something wasn't right whenever he brought it up. He'd tell you to take good care of yourself while he was gone, like he would never come back. Eventually, you broke down and told him: "Why do you keep bringing it up then, huh?! I told you it'll be fine!" he yelled, walking around with his hands in his hair. You were crying already, tears streaming down your face. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE, I'M PREGNANT!. The room went dead silent; he couldn't even speak. He comes over and hugs you, your wrecking sobs against him and he just holds you tight rubbing your back up and down. "I won't go, I won't go, I promise, baby," he coos.
2. Helicopter husband and dad already. He doesn't mean to be, but he feels such a sense of responsibility for you. He texts you every hour to ask how you're doing. "Did you take your prenatals?" he asks very sternly. "...Not yet," you whisper, knowing you're about to get chewed out. "Honey. I set a timer on your phone for a reason. How much have you eaten today? You can't just live off one meal anymore; you're carrying a baby." He monitors everything, not because he's an asshole, but because he wants the pregnancy to go as smoothly as possible.
3. Tries all your cravings with you. You feel bad about eating weird shit by yourself, so he chugs it down with you. "Mmh, oh fuck yes, that hits the spot," you moan in complete bliss, meanwhile poor Robby is trying not to throw up the most disgusting combo of his life. He'll never tell you he hates it, though; he sees your face light up, and that's enough for him to keep eating.
4. Reads about 10,000 parenting books. He never had good or devoted parents, so he makes sure he gets all the help he can. He always leaves them on his nightstand so he can read them before and after bed.
5. Spends all the time he can get in the pediatric department; if there's a case with a baby or a kid, he immediately snatches it up. He gets so happy interacting with them, knowing he has his own little one on the way. He is also much more temperamental in situations involving kids. He used to be bulletproof, but now when he even senses abuse of neglect he has to physically hold himself back from punching them.
6. Talks to your bump any time he's free. When he gets home late and you're asleep, he'll crawl next to your stomach and softly rub it. "Hey, it's your dad. You okay in there? Good. I had a long day, sorry I was gone for so long, angel," he'll softly whisper, not wanting to wake you up. You were awake a few times, but you pretended to stay asleep till he was all done. He looks forward to it every single day.
7. Loves buying clothes for the baby. He doesn't care whether it's a boy or a girl; he just wants his baby dressed in outfits he picked out. He buys little scrubs and is so excited to show you. "Robby, honey, you're buying clothes like we're having triplets! There's one baby." You huff after coming home to 4 bags of onesies, shirts, pants, socks, and shoes.
8. Keeps a photo of the ultrasound and you in his backpack. Whenever days are harder and he feels like he wants to hurt himself, he'll take them out and look at them till he calms down. They are the only things that can get rid of his panic attacks now. Looking at his whole world in his hands makes him know everything will be okay and that he has so much now.
You’re family friends with Dennis, and you stay with his family for the summer, maybe you wanna spoil his innocence?
It had been a few weeks since you and Dennis began your fling. Almost every night, he would come to your room, or you would go to his, and the two of you would make each other feel good. You took every opportunity to tease him. It started with sending him photos occasionally, knowing he was busy or with his family. You'd sneak into the barn, lift your shirt, snap a quick pic, and send it to him, then watch as he opened it and his face went bright red. You would play footsie under the table during meals, dragging your foot up his leg to his dick. When it was just the two of you, you'd quickly lift your dress or bend over in your skirt. One time, you even gave him a blowjob in the barn. It was really fun sneaking around behind everyone's back. When you two weren't horny, you would hang out. He would take you out to eat at your favorite childhood diner, late-night drives in his truck, and you'd go to the drive-in movie theater, although even then the two of you couldn't help yourself.
Every single day since you started felt like a dream, each night lying next to each other naked or sneaking in kisses, making out behind the stables. It was better than you could've imagined. He wasn't used to wanting so much. The fact that he wasn't supposed to have you or do things like this just made him crave it even more. However, his guilt slowly began to slip away as each night went by.
“Hey, handsome,” you chirp, strolling into the kitchen. He was startled at the sound of your voice, almost dropping the eggs he had just brought in. Even though it had been almost 2 months, his stomach still flips anytime you are nearby. “..Hi,” he says, breathless. You smirk, knowing that anytime he sounded like that, it was because he was thinking about you guys alone. You brush your hands down your white dress, showing it off. “Tell your mama I love the dress she got me.” His face softens when you mention his mama. “She’ll be pleased to hear that.” He says sweetly, his eyes darting around the house before he looks back at you, and his usual bright blue eyes have darkened. “Y’know what would make that dress even better?”
“What?” you said, holding back a smile. He glances around one last time, making sure the coast is clear before coming closer, his soft lips and nose trace your ear. “If I knew you weren't wearing anything under it.” You bit back a moan, oh, how the tables had turned. It was shocking how your sweet, nervous, puppy-like farm boy became a dirty, desperate man within the span of 2 months. You look up at home and smirk before lifting your dress, showing him that you really weren't wearing anything. “Well, I guess I know what you like, Den.” His eyes go wide, and he almost drops the basket. His hand moved up trying to touch you, but you pulled away. “Tsk Tsk Tsk, no touching.” He groans, his hand falling back down. “It’s not fair… you're killing me.”
You smile contentedly. “I know,” you say with a smug smile on your face. You try walking away, but he quickly runs after, grabbing your wrist. Pulling you into his chest, those sweet doe eyes are still dark. “Please don't tease me, darling,” he moans. “Well, look who came out of his shell, a few weeks ago, you would've died at the thought of holding my hand.” He rolls his eyes, grabbing your hips and the back of your neck. “You've made me more comfortable, darling.” His fingers gently run down the back of your neck and up into your hair. You blush a little as he pulls you closer. This definitely wasn't casual; you felt butterflies in your stomach when he did this and when he called you darling. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, and your lips graze his. You were about to press fully until the two of you heard creaking and immediately pulled away.
“DENNIS!” his mama shouted. She came bustling down the steps into the kitchen and saw the two of you standing there. She pulled her glasses down, looking between you two. You let out a polite smile and made some excuse to leave, and quickly ran out of the kitchen. Dennis just stood there with the eggs still in his hand. “Yes, Mama?” he asked softly. She cleared her throat, “Finish puttin' away those damn eggs and go help ya daddy out.” He quickly nodded, putting the eggs away and rushing out to help his father.
Meanwhile, you had strolled down the road when you ran into one of the neighbors. His name was Todd, you thought. You smile politely, preparing to walk past him, but then you hear his voice. “Hey, you're stayin’ with the Whitakers, huh?” you slowly nod, giving him a tight-lipped smile.
Meanwhile, Dennis was helping his dad with the fence. His dad cleared his throat, slowly nailing down a part of it. “Y’know, you're gettin’ real close to her.” Dennis looked at him, confused and also a bit flustered. “Yeah, I mean, I haven't seen her in a while, we're just catching up,” he replies. His dad rolls his eyes, coming closer to Dennis. “I was your age once, too y’know, and your mama was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen… and you're a young man now, it's okay to have certain thoughts .” His voice trailed off and got quieter as he went back to putting another part of the fence up. Dennis’s eyes went wider than ever before. There was no way in hell his dad was trying to have a conversation about sex with him, especially sex with you. “Oh, gosh, Dad, no!” he groans, closing his eyes.
“No, son, listen…I know yer mama is more strict than me, but I understand you're a young man, there's a pretty girl here-” Dennis didn't even let him finish his sentence before asking him to stop shaking his head, telling him that nothing was going on. “No, Dad, she's my friend, I'm being nice to her,” he huffs. His dad curled a brow, still not believing him. “Well, I suppose if you say so…” his eyes wandered across the road to see me walking down with Todd. Dennis follows his father's gaze, and his face immediately drops. He saw you and that big dumb lug from next door, Todd, walking together. Todd was saying something, and you were laughing along with him. He hated the way Todd was so close to you and the way his body brushed against yours, and it made him sick to think about anyone else touching you. He looked away, his jealousy turning into insecurity. Todd was much taller and stronger than him, and he was also charming. He thought if it came down to it, why the hell wouldn't you pick him to have sex with, when he didn't even have sex with you yet.
His father notices and clears his throat, “Well, I guess it's a good thing you don't like her because someone else seems to already have his eyes on her.” A sentence made Dennis's blood boil; someone else had eyes for you. You were beautiful and confident. Any guy with half a brain would want to be with you, but he knew he had no right to be jealous. When this whole thing started, you said it was casual and just for fun over the summer. You had maybe a month left here, and what the hell was he going to do, telling you not to be with other men? Why would you waste it with him when you could spend it with someone more experienced like Todd?
Later that night, you two had planned to meet up before supper, but he never showed up. You waited about 30 minutes before you went looking for him. He was in his bedroom, just sitting there putting some clothes away. “Hey, I thought we were meeting in my room?” You said softly. He seemed upset, grumbling incoherently. You walk over and sit next to him. “Is everything alright?” you whisper. His jaw tenses, and his grip on the hanger tightens. “Yeah. All good,” his tone was flat and stale. You became worried; he never spoke to you like this, only to his parents when they said something ignorant. “Hey, no please, it's me, cmon… You can tell me anything, Denny,” you said, gently rubbing his shoulder.
“No,” He snapped, then instantly regretted it, his shoulders slumping. “Sorry…I just-” He stops talking, his head falls defeated. “You can do whatever you want,” he says quietly. You look at him, confused, “What are you talking about?” you said, now in front of him. “I-i saw you with Todd…I didn't like it,” he whispers, embarrassed. “I know it's not my place.” You let out a laugh, absolutely confused that he thought you would ever want someone like that idiot. “Todd?! We were just talking.” He gets up, moving away from you, clearly frustrated. “Sure. Looked like a real deep conversation the way he was leaning into you,” he mutters, shaking his head like he was trying to lose the image.
You scoff in disbelief and walk over to him, grabbing his arm and making him look at you. “Hey, stop it,” you demand. “Stop what?” he said flatly. The jealousy was eating him alive, and he hated how pathetic he felt and that he couldn't just be cool about this. He hates that he feels an attachment to you in a way you probably don't. You groan, shaking your head no, “Stop acting like it's not me… when have you ever not been able to tell me something?” You whispered, feeling a little jab in your stomach. He finally turns around and looks at you properly. His expression was raw, a mixture of hurt and frustration. “I know it's you. That's the problem.” You turned your head to the side, not understanding him. “What d’ya mean?” He huffs, coming closer to you. “Because it's you. I care about you. I want you all to myself. You're mine.” He lets out a sigh of relief, finally admitting his feelings.
You froze; you couldn't believe what he was saying. This wasn't just exploring and teaching him things. You knew it became more than that the second the two of you started cuddling each night, and how he would lovingly pick you up and bathe you after coming on you. All the little dates you guys went on, and each time he held your hand. You pushed it down, not wanting to admit it; you were the one who said it would be casual and just for fun. “Dennis… I don't like him. I'm not doing anything with him because… I want to belong to you, too.” Your confession hit him like a train. He couldn't believe what he was hearing: the fact that he was relieved you weren't interested in Todd or that you just said you wanted to belong to him.
“You mean it?” he whispered, coming closer. “Yes-” You didn't even finish your sentence when he smashed his lips against yours. The kiss was heated and mutually needy. He grabbed onto your waist, pulling you as close as possible. You moan around his lips into his mouth, digging your nails into his shoulders. He quickly bends his knees, picks you up, and wraps your legs around his waist. You gasp at how easily he picked you up. That farm boy's strength was no joke. You two messily make out before his legs hit his mattress, and he turns around, tossing you on it. You gasped for breath, looking up at him. This didn't feel like the other times; you didn't feel in control or that you were guiding… “Take off your dress, pretty baby,” he demands, taking off his own clothes. You nod quickly, taking off the white dress and throwing it. He looks down at you like a wolf ready to devour his prey.
He grabs your legs, pulling you to the edge of the mattress. “I hated seeing him near you.” He leaves warm, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. “Mmh, Den~,” you whimper. He kisses your hips and belly. “I wanna make you feel so good, pretty baby. Make sure you know, you're mine.” He starts kissing down towards your pussy, making you buzz with excitement. “Oh god, you're gonna-” Your words get cut off as he kisses you right on your slit. “MMh!!~” You cry. His flat, warm tongue pressed against your wetness. You can feel his nose on your clit, and your hips jerk up, moaning as it bumps against your clit perfectly. He swirls his tongue around, lapping up your sweet juices. “Oh god, oh Jesus, oh sweet lord!” you mewl. He pulls away, laughing at your words. You look down to see his mouth and chin wet and glistening in your juices. “Keep quiet, darling.” He warns before hooking your legs around his neck and pressing his face into your pussy. You grip onto the sheets as you feel his tongue lap around your hole, then into it. You had to bite your lips to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. He pushes you up on the bed, his tongue circling your clit softly. “D-den m’g-gonna c-” He pulls away, hearing your shaky voice, causing you to whine.
“I want you to come when I'm inside you,” he groans, lining up with you, without a warning. “You…oh my god. Fuck Denny, please!” He laughs at your needy words before lining up and pushing the tip in. His eyes go wide like dinner plates as he feels your warm, tight hole around him. You felt like a warm fireplace on a cold winter night. “F-fuck, you're so tight,” he moans. He forces himself the rest of the way in, holding your squirming shoulders down. “I hated seeing him touch you. Never wanna see that again. Okay, pretty baby?” You nod yes, desperately. He thrusts as he talks, making you squeal and whimper. “You're so perfect. M’gonna makes you come so good, you'll never even look at another guy again,” he groaned. You tighten around him, hearing his words. You never expected him to be so possessive or take control so well. “I-Im all yours…I'm sorry!” you cry out as he thrusts in harder.
He pins your hands down and starts leaving hickeys on you. He's biting and suckling your soft skin, making sure each inch of you is marked as his. "Ahhh,” you flinch as his teeth graze you. He pulled away, satisfied, his eyes were blown out like a man obsessed. “So. So. So. Pretty,” he growls. Each word matched his thrusts. You mewl against him, desperate to touch him. He grabs your pinned-down hands. “What is it, girl? Huh,” he coos softly. You whimper at his words. That's the same way he talked to the farm animals, and now he was using the same tone for you. “W-wanna t-touch you… Please,” you beg softly. He nods. Letting your hands go, you immediately grip onto his shoulders as he fucks you. “My pretty baby. All mine,” he growls as his thrusts get faster, and a hand starts rubbing your clit. “MMM Den~ please wait-” you whimper, getting overstimulated. “No, no wanna make you come on my dick. My sweet girls are gonna feel so good.” You put a hand over your mouth, knowing you were going to get too loud, with his dick thrusting in and out of you and his thumb rubbing your already sensitive clit. You tightened before convulsing around his dick. “AHHMFF!” your moans muffled against your mouth.
He growls as he feels you come tightening around his dick, and he grabs on to your hips, wrapping them around him fucking harder than he has ever before. You felt him shiver. You knew he was about to come, you panicked and shook your head no, this would be your first time being creampied. He shakes his head no. “I h-have to fill you up. So everyone knows you're m-mine.” He said, throwing his head back in immense pleasure. You felt him getting closer, but you subconsciously wrapped your legs tighter around him. A few hard thrusts, and he came filling you up completely.
“OH-!” he shook as he filled you up. You were both sweaty and out of breath, absolutely exhausted. He collapses on top of you, exasperated. He pulls away from you, slowly pulling his dick out. You both gasp at the scene of his cum slowly dripping out of you. “Oh my…you came in me,” you said in disbelief, as if you hadn't been encouraging him a few minutes earlier. He smiles like he has accomplished his biggest goal. “So pretty… now you'll remember whose you are.” He lies down next to you, gently rubbing his stomach against her cheek. You smile and softly kiss him. “We might be a little late for dinner,” you giggle. He rolls his eyes, “It's okay, I already ate,” he smirks.
Robby uses you as a stress reliever and a personal fuck toy
Robby has some serious temper issues, and everyone knows. He lashed out and yelled when things were too much for him. He wasn't even mad at them; he just didn't know what to expect when things were overwhelming. Of course, you noticed all these things and clocked them as red flags, but that didn't stop you from being an idiot and developing a crush on him. Yes, it was wrong when he yelled, but... You wouldn't hate it if he yelled at you.
You guys started hooking up casually after one drunken mistake.
It was pouring rain, and you peeked outside. It was coming down hard and fast, thunder was rolling in, and you groaned. There was no way in hell you could walk home, and an Uber would be like 90 bucks in this weather. Like an angel had heard your prayer, Robby appeared behind you. He had his backpack and jacket on, his keys clasped tightly in his hand, and he looked like he was ready to go. You give him a polite smile and move aside so he can leave.
"You have a ride?" he said sternly, his brow quirking with curiosity and concern. You swallowed, not expecting him to say anything. "U-um, not yet, but I'll figure it out." He shifts his head to the side, clearly not happy with that answer. "What d'ya mean you'll figure it out?" You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. He rolls his eyes, grabbing your bag out of your hands. "I'll give you a ride, c'mon." He wasn't asking, he was telling you. You quickly follow behind him. "N-no, Dr. Robby, I couldn't ask you-" you can barely get the words out. No way in hell I'm getting a ride with the man I've been wanting to ride for months.
"You didn't, I did. Now get in the damn car." He opened the passenger seat, tossed your bag in, and held it open for you. He had that same stern look on his face. You don't bother arguing; it's cold outside; goosebumps paint your skin. You quickly shuffle into the car, and he closes the door, getting in himself on the other side. He starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. He puts his hand on the back of your headrest and looks back; his hand turns the wheel effortlessly.
fuck fuck fuck. He did the reserve thing. You were gonna come on the spot. You snap out of it as he hands you his phone, then ushers you to enter your address. Your hands brush past his, and your breath hitches. "Y-yeah, no, of course." You quickly entered your address and cringed at how far it was, given the traffic and the weather. He grabbed the phone from you, barely even noticing the time it would take.
He began driving, not saying anything. The rain loudly smashed against the windows and made the road barely visible. You shivered in the cold atmosphere, and he noticed, turning up the heat and moving his vent towards you. The warm air relaxed you instantly, mmh, it felt so nice, but you still felt like you should've brought a jacket. He notices you shivering still. He pulls over, takes off his jacket, and puts it on you. "Oh no, no you don't have..." Your words die fast on your tongue when he gives you that same stern look. You pull the jacket over you like a blanket. Mmh, it smelled just like his cologne and him. He started driving again, but the weather persisted. You drove for maybe 10 miles before needing to pull over again. "Shit. No way I'm gonna get you home in this weather, sweetheart."
You gulped, feeling guilty, because you had just burdened him. He could've been home safe, but instead he sat here with you while a storm raged on. “My place is closer, I could get us there safely. I can take you home after it calms down. Is that okay with you?” You were conflicted; you wanted to say yes, but the thought of being in his home… God, it made you dizzy. But you knew letting the two of you continue driving in this dangerous weather, just because you didn't wanna be alone with your sexy boss, whom you had a crush on. “Y-yeah, that's alright, I’m sorry I got you in this mess.” He laughs, starting the car again. “I'm used to putting out fires all day, Sweetheart. This is the easiest thing I've done all day.” You smile, looking down into your lap, his coat covering your thighs, and you have to suppress a squeal. He was so reassuring, and this was the first time someone had made you feel so good.
Before you knew it, you were pulling into his driveway. You looked up at his house, and it was so nice compared to your crappy apartment. It was a sweet and classic townhouse. There was red brick, a gorgeous stone roof, windows everywhere, and a dark brown front door. “W-wow, your place is…wow.” he let out a small laugh before turning the ignition off and grabbing his bag. The two of you simultaneously opened your doors and ran in towards the door. The rain was harsh and fast, and even though you were only outside for a few minutes, the two of you were completely soaked. He fumbles with his keys, eventually unlocking the front door, and the two of you run in. He closes the door, and you let out a breath.
His house was nice and cozy, a little messy, of course, but you could tell it was his completely. He had a stand with so many records on it and a record player on top. You noticed the number of books that filled his house. There were novels, medical journals, classic literature books, and even the Torah. It looked a little worn out, like it was his grandparents'. He takes off his coat and bag, putting them on a stand near the door and ushering you to do the same. He slips off his shoes, and you do the same. You walk further into the house, and you stop in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do as he turns up the heat. He looks back and laughs at you looking like a deer in headlights.
“Sit down, it's alright.” You carefully and slowly descended onto his couch; it was really comfy, like he had properly broken it in. “I'm gonna get some towels and change, give me a minute.” He turned away and went upstairs, and you heard some shuffling. You looked around his apartment, not trying to snoop, just seeing what was there. He had some dishes in the sink and old sticky notes and grocery lists on his fridge. You look across on the mantle and see some family photos of him with his grandparents and one of him and Abbott. You smiled at the scene; it was sweet to see a glimpse of him outside of work.
He comes running down, and you look up, seeing him now in an oversized shirt and some plaid pants. He handed you a towel, a shirt, and some sweats. “Bathrooms down the hall.” You nodded, muttering a thank you, and made your way down the hall. You shut the door and pulled off your wet clothes. God, you were freezing. You patted yourself dry and quickly pulled on his clothes. They were big on you, but it felt so nice to be in clean, warm clothes, instead of your wet, cold, dirty scrubs. The sweats were a little too long and big, so you had to roll them up to fit; even then, you looked so out of place in them. You walk back out into the living room, and he freezes for a second, looking you up and down, his eyes making you nervous. He crosses his arms, then relaxes with a smile. “You borrow my clothes well,” he teases, stepping closer. The room seems warmer already as he brushes a damp strand from your cheek, guiding you toward the couch to rest and dry off further.
He walks into the kitchen towards his bar cart, grabbing two glasses and some whiskey. You could see the lightning outside, and the thunder rumbled through the house. You knew the storm wasn't stopping anytime soon.“You want a drink?” he asked, holding the glass. You hesitantly nodded. It definitely wasn't appropriate to be drinking with your attending, but it also wasn't appropriate to be in his house in his clothes, knowing the thoughts you had about him. You hear the ice clink into the glass, and he pours a nice drink for the two of you. He walks over, places yours on the coffee table, and sits next to you.
He brought the glass up to his mouth, taking a nice, long sip. Your eyes fell to his lips as the liquor glistened on them, some droplets in his salt and pepper beard. Your eyes drop down to his neck, and you quickly stop yourself, grabbing the glass and taking a big drink.
He laughs, almost choking on his drink, “Calm down, sweetheart, are you trying to get drunk?” You shake your head no. “It was just a long day.” You say, putting the drink in your lap. “Are you thinking about quitting already?” He shrugs, eyebrows quivering, and sets the glass aside. “I get it,” he murmurs, voice softening. “This job takes a lot out of you.” A heavy pause settles between them, charged and fragile. You shake your head no, pulling your legs under you onto the couch. “No, no nothing like that, it's not easy, but I love working at the hospital. If we don't do it, who will?” He nods at your words, taking another big drink, eventually finishing it.
The two of you drank more and more, almost emptying the entire bottle of whiskey. Now that you were drunk, it was easy for you to speak freely. “You know what I hate? I haven't gone out or done anything since I moved here. I haven't even been fucked, it's been like 6 months!” Your words slur a bit as you roll your eyes. He laughs in disbelief, “That's hard to believe, you're gorgeous. That's what this job does to you, though.” You lean a bit closer to him, almost whispering, “When was the last time you fucked someone?” He rolls his eyes, pouring another drink. “Can't remember, maybe 10 months ago? Bar hookup.” Your mouth hangs open. How could he not be absolutely depraved like you?
“Wow, how are you not losing it…” You whisper in disbelief. “Maybe that's a good thing, I'm too stressed to be a gentleman,” you laugh, wiping your lips. “You know some women don't want a gentleman in bed.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Some women? Or you, sweetheart?” You press your lips into a thin line, not wanting to answer him even though you had started the conversation. He comes closer and gently cups your face. He smelled like whiskey and his woody cologne. “You don't have to be shy, you can tell me.” You gulp, gently nodding. Your mouth felt so dry that you couldn't speak. “You like a man who fucks you good?” His hands rub your face. “One who presses this pretty face into the mattress?” his hands travel to your neck, his large hand gripping your neck easily. “Chokes you, so you can barely breathe?”
You let out a hushed whine, nodding eagerly. “Aw, poor girls just been so pent up, haven't you?” His lips press to your cheek. “I can fix that, baby,” he says, kissing all over you, leaving slow, warm, open-mouth kisses. You rub your thighs together, feeling the wetness. He slowly lifts his head, pressing his forehead against yours, and you gently press your lips to his.
He moans, kissing you harder, lacing his fingers through your hair, gripping tightly. He grabs you, picking you up, bridal style, and before you can even question it, he's taking you upstairs and tossing you on his bed. You're too horny even to think logically, and the whiskey took away your shame. You began quickly pulling off his clothes from your body and throwing them, not caring where they landed. He did the same, and your eyes roamed over him. His hairy chest, soft tummy, and god, his huge dick. It was heavy and thick. It looked about 8 inches long and curved to the left.
He climbs on the bed over you, pushing you down into the mattress. His hands rub over your body, and he moans, “God, fuck, you're so sexy, such a pretty girl.” His words make you whimper and roll your hips upwards. He laughs at your neediness. “Don't worry, sweet girl, I’m gonna fuck the daylights outta you.” He smashes his lips against you and moans while his hands grip your boobs. You wrap your legs around his waist, and his hard cock rubs against your wet pussy. “F-fuck! R-robby, please!” He pulls away, looking down at you. His dick was lined up perfectly, and he could just slip it in. His eyes darted to his side table, mentally debating grabbing a condom. You recognized the look all too well and shook your head no. “You don't have to… I-I’m on the pill.” You were praying he wouldn't.
He didn't need to hear much before he started pressing the tip in. Your eyes go wide, feeling the thick tip press inside, and he groans before slamming it in all at once. You screamed, feeling completely stretched out. It was massive. Your hands scramble to his sheets, and you grip on for dear life. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back inside, making both of you groan. “Fuck YES!” he grabs your hips, thrusting in and out of you like you were a toy. “MMH, GOD FUCK ROBBY,” you squeal as his thrusts hit so deep. You hadn't felt this good in forever. “Yeah? You like that? That feels good, you little slut?” he moans, gripping your hips tighter, knowing there would be hand-shaped bruises on them after he was done. He comes closer, pressing your chest to his, and he starts sucking on your neck, biting down hard, causing you to squeal.
Your hands grab onto his hair, holding tightly, and you bury your face in his bicep, suppressing your screams. He thrusted hard and fast, groaning into your neck. He pulled away with a satisfied look on his face as he saw the marks littering your neck. You whine as he pulls his bicep away, no longer giving you a place to moan into. His hand finds your neck, and he squeezes, making you gasp. “Fuck baby, you're too fucking tight. I've been so stressed. Who knew I just needed a pretty little girl to fuck everything into.” You close your eyes as he thrusts harder with each word, your barely coherent moans filling the room as his grip on your neck tightens. “What was that, baby? You got something to say?” He coos, mocking you. You whimper, trying to speak, but it feels too good, and he has an iron grip around your throat. He laughs at the way you give up trying. He lets go of your throat, grabs your legs, pressing them into your chest. He pulls out, making you cry out “N-no please~!” You shook your head fast.
He smirks at your words, “You want it that bad, huh, baby?” You desperately nod, needing him back inside. “Use your words, you're a big girl,” he coos. “Please, Robby, please put it back inside,” you mewl. He groans, pressing you further into a mating press before thrusting back inside. Your eyes went wide as he fucked back inside. He was so much deeper now. You felt it in your stomach, “GAH, GODD!” you screamed. Robby laughed like a madman, fucking deeper and harder. “Yes, YES FUCKING TAKE IT!!!” His nails dug into your thighs as he fucked out every frustration he'd had in the last year. You cry out, getting closer as he thrusts in and out of you. “I-Im close!” he groans, shaking his head no. “Not yet, baby, you don't come till I tell you to. Got it?” You sniffle, nodding at his words. “Y-Yes, sir.” He smirks at your obedience. “Good girl, listening so well.”
He pulls out, stopping himself from coming too, and he grabs your face, scrunching it up, before he lets go. You whine and try to slip it back in out of desperation, and he slaps you, “Tsk tsk tsk, bad girl.” You gasp as his hand connects with your cheek. He hit you, but it felt like a kiss. “S-Sorry, Daddy,” you sniffle. He closes his eyes, almost coming at the word. He flips you over, manhandling you onto your stomach. “Fuck baby, I love that, how long you been keeping that in?” he asks, lifting your ass to his dick. “So long,” your words muffled into the mattress. He lines up with you, thrusting back in, he fucked you as hard as he can, making you scream and sob into the pillow. “It's so dirty. Filthy. Little. Slut” he thrusted with each word. “Gonna use you every day now, baby. You're mine.” He growled into your ear. You nod eagerly into the pillow, excited at the thought of it. He pulls your hair, causing you to moan, and your head is pulled back, making your eyes meet. Your eyes were watery, and dry tears had stained your face. “You wanna come, baby?” he coos. You nod fast and whine, getting closer. He gives a few more thrusts, feeling you tighten around him, and he lets go. “AHH! Mmh, daddy!” you mewl out as you feel the warm ropes of cum fill you up.
He groans loudly before collapsing on you. You both lay there out of breath and exhausted. He pulls out of you, flipping you over and into his lap. He brushes the hair out of your face. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asks softly, his eyes wandering over the hickeys and bruises. “Y-yeah, all good,” you said, exasperated. He hugs you, bringing you into his chest. “Sorry if I was too rough, baby,” he said, his voice full of guilt. You shook your head no. “I-i liked it… Don't worry.” He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your head. “Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”
Since my Robby one is so popular lol, I thought you guys would appreciate an Abbott one! Stay tuned for more Abbott and Robby solo fics, but I will have part 3 of my Rabbot fic out soon.
Loves cooking for you, he hates that you're so busy you "forget to eat". Morning after morning, he sees you scrambling out of the house on an empty stomach and sees you come back home and pass out with no dinner. He gets so worried that you're gonna pass out, so he starts packing your lunch and making you breakfast/dinner when you're over. "Alright, Jackie, I gotta go, MWAH." he runs after you with a little lunch bag. "Wait, wait, sweetheart, I made you lunch, don't forget it." You damn near cried when he gave it to you because you've never been cared for like this.
2. Weirdly so good at crafts, no like frustratingly good. You suggested you guys do a little paint-and-sip night. This man eats you up and makes such pretty, little, detailed work. You wanna crochet? You'll be struggling on a stitch; meanwhile, he's made you a little skirt you can go out in. Sewing? You can't hem properly, oh, but he can make you new god damn pillow covers. He thinks it's adorable when you get annoyed and yell, "Jack?! What the hell?? Did you secretly take classes for all these behind my back?" he laughs, rubbing his jaw, "I'm an old man, sweetie, with time comes skill."
3. He has such a soft exterior but tough interior. He'll be very calm and relaxed, doesn't wanna start fights, but he does not play about you. One night, you guys were getting drinks, and some asshole grabbed you, and Jack played it off in front of you, telling you to go wait in the car, and he's gonna "talk to the guy". There was no talking; he punched the guy till he was a bloody mess in the alley, then sweetly came back to the car, saying it was all good. You saw the bruising on his knuckles, but you don't say anything. He would never let you see how aggressive he can get.
4. Jealousy problems, but won't admit it. He saw you talking and laughing with Dennis one time, and he literally wanted to jump off the roof. Seeing you so happy and smiling with someone closer to your age was another big punch to the gut. He casually strolls over after asking, "What was that about, sweetie?" clearly trying to be nonchalant but failing. "Oh, nothing, Whitaker invited me out to Amy's farm!" you said excitedly. He just nods like he's so cool with it, but now he feels like he needs to go find Whitaker and shoot him. "That's great, angel, I'm happy for you." Spoiler alert, he was not fine with it, and you have to reassure him.
5. SOFT DOM!!! He's a soft dom through and through. He talks you through it and praises you for listening. "There we go, sweetheart, just a little more, you can take it. Good girl." Does not accept any whining or complaining. You let out a big whine, "Pleaseeee, daddy, please put it in." he shakes his head, pulling it away, "Tsk tsk, no whining. You're a big girl, use your words."
6. Non sexual dominance all day, every day. Tells you what to do all the time: "Drink your water, all of it." "Come here, angel." "Go to bed, it's late". He has no issue guiding you through everything, and he knows you love being told what to do even when he's not pounding you in bed.
7. Encourages you to do nude yoga with him. He says it's relaxing and good for you, but the real reason is he wants to see you naked in different positions. Will definitely remember poses and try them in bed with you.
8. Pays for everything. He despises it when you use your own money. He had you add his cards to your phone and told you to use them. "Save your money, angel. I don't ever wanna see a charge on your card for anything, okay?" Will constantly tell you to work fewer hours and relax. "Don't want my sweet little girl stressed over anything. Take all the time you want off." He doesn't want you worrying your pretty little head about anything.
9. Worries about you all the time. He has really bad PTSD, and losing his wife on top of that makes him terrified for you. He gets panicked when you don't pick up the phone or take a little too long to reply to your texts. He also struggles with his own mental health, and he sometimes worries that you'll do something to hurt yourself the way he wanted to when he was stressed. One time your phone died and you forgot to charge it when you got home so you woke up to him on your front door pounding, he was spiraling and you had to sit with him on the floor and assure him everything was okay.
10. He doesn't do casual. The man used to be married, for God's sake. He gets drinks with you, and after the first night you guys slept together, he started being your boyfriend. He brings your flowers every week and will openly tell everyone he's in a relationship. You're confused when he pays for everything and calls you night and day to check on you, and also plans dates. You've never had to ask him, he just does it cause he's a grown ass man, not a 20-year-old college boy who plays around with you for weeks and needs to be told everything.
You’re family friends with Dennis, and you stay with his family for the summer, maybe you wanna spoil his innocence?
It was another hot and humid day on the farm, and the cicadas buzzed in the trees. You had been staying with the Whitakers, who were long-time family friends, but you hadn't seen any of them since high school. You were outta there the second you graduated. Now that you are back, it feels surreal that you spent your whole life here. The biggest shocker was how cute Dennis got.
You always thought he was sweet, but now there was something about him that made you wanna grab him and kiss him till he passed out. It was adorable how nervous he got around you. He'd stutter when you got close, and he got red seeing you in denim shorts and tanks. One time, early morning, you were on a run in your sports bra and matching shorts. He was up early, milking the cows, and practically ran away when he locked eyes with you. You would walk around in your towel, knowing his room was across yours. You loved messing with him.
He practically died at the sight of you when you first got here. You were always beautiful to him, but now you look and feel like something he wasn't supposed to see, like when he found his daddy's Playboys and would flip through them, knowing he wasn't supposed to. You made his brain short-circuit. He didn't realize how distracting it would be having you around. He tries to act like a gentleman, overly polite, almost like he's covering up what he's thinking about you. He always takes your plate after dinner, opens doors for you, and offers you any available seat. He prays extra hard during church, asking God to help take away his lust, but the second he opens his eyes, you're right next to him, in a pretty dress. His hands get extra sweaty when he holds yours during Grace, and he secretly looks at you during prayer. He panics when he realizes that you've caught him staring at you. He always tries to play it off, but it never works.
You knew that he was sheltered, and he heard the same mantra you did growing up: "Save yourself for marriage, don't be lustful, don't get pregnant or get girls pregnant if you ain't gonna marry."
You never believed any of that crap, and thankfully, after you left and got to college, you experienced the real world and realized that there was nothing wrong with expressing yourself and doing things with people you liked. Dennis, on the other hand, had only gone out with a couple of girls from church that his mom set him up with, and it never really went anywhere. None of them was his type; they weren't ambitious or interesting. It's like the second you came back to visit, no one else could compare to you. He loved that you talked out loud and weren't shy, that you wore clothes you were comfortable in, and wore them with confidence. You excitedly talked about your school and career.
Today was a particularly humid day; everything felt like it was sticking to you, and even wearing your breeziest shorts and tank, it was still boiling. You walked into the barn where the sheep were, knowing Dennis was in there shearing them. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, and his hair was damp.
"Hey, Denny," you plopped yourself next to him, leaning back. His eyes locked with you, and you saw how he quickly took in your exposed skin and denim shorts. He was a God-fearing man, and his mama raised him with better manners than ogling at women, but God, you made it hard. "H-hey, morning’’ He says, wiping the sweat off his forehead and tossing the wool in a corner. ‘’Do you want any help?” You asked sweetly, pushing your sunglasses up so he could see your eyes. His bright blue eyes looked into yours, and his eyes wandered down to your glossed lips. “No, no, it's okay, I couldn't ask you to do that’’ He quickly denies, almost as if he wants to be rid of you.
“Cmonnnn, I feel like a bum not helping out around here. I don't want you guys to think I'm a freeloader.” He laughs and shakes his head, “I love- We love having you here.” You don't miss the way he changes his words and smiles before turning around. You walk in front of him. “It's so hot here. How do you guys live? I feel like I'm cooking.” You air out your tank, trying to cool yourself. His eyes follow you, and he quickly looks back at the sheep. You smirk as you have an idea; you pull off your tank top, leaving you in just your sports bra, and his eyes go wide, glued to your bare skin. His Adam's Apple bobs up and down as he swallows, desperately trying to look away. “W-what?” His words get caught, and his throat, and he takes a second. “Why are you…”
“It's hot,” You say casually, trying to play it off, knowing the effect you're having on him. He scrubs his hand down his face, wiping more sweat off; he was so flustered. “W-Well, I mean y-yea I guess it's hot.” He stands up quickly, “There's some cold sweet tea Mama made, let m-me get you a glass.” He tries to scramble away, but you grab his hand before he gets a chance to leave. You pull him closer to you, looking up at him, those adorable big doe eyes. “I don’t want sweet tea, Denny…” He gulps nervously, stuttering. He felt like his skin was on fire as you grabbed his arm. “I- I can get you lemonade too.” You laugh at his words.
“Denny, I'm trying to seduce you.” His eyes dropped to the ground, tracing the dirt with his eyes. He's pretty sure his mama would wash his mouth out with soap if she even heard him use the word seduce. He's pretty sure he's going to hell just for thinking about it. He rubs at his forehead. He's really not cut out for this. Why does he feel so useless around you? “Umm-” You laugh, rubbing his forearm. “Calm down”. He tries to take a deep breath, listening to you. It's really hard to calm down when a girl you've been dreaming about all summer is half-naked right in front of you. “You're so adorable, Denny.” You snicker, placing his hands on your waist. His fingers lightly grip your waist, then release. He doesn't know what to do; he's never been this close to a woman. He'd been called adorable before, but not in this way, not by a hot girl who wanted to seduce him. “Uhh n-no im not a looker-” you cut him off, “I said, adorable. Do I need to repeat myself?”
He turns an even darker shade of red. He wants to crawl into a hole and die. He's not sure he's ever blushed this hard in his life. If any of his brothers saw him, he would literally never live this down. He opens his mouth and closes it a few times. He has no idea what to say; he just stands there gripping your waist like it's a lifeline. He lets go and turns around. “ I should finish shearing the sheep.” You let out a sigh, “calm down, if you don't like me, I'm not going to force you to do anything”. He pauses for a moment, fingers clenching and unclenching the shearing tool. “I-I never said I didn't like you, it's more than I like you, I like you a little too much, and I…” He goes quiet like he doesn't want to admit his sins. You roll your eyes and walk closer to him again. “Let me guess, mama and daddy told you you can't fuck until your wedding day?”
Dennis chokes on air, he turns around looking at you like a deer in headlights. His ears turned beet-red at the mere mention of those words, which gave him a heart attack. “Y-YOU c-cant say that!” He stammers, his eyes darting around, making sure no one else is within earshot. “That's sinful, I'm not even supposed to think about those things, let alone…” “You're a grown man with a dick and balls.” He's never been so horrified and fascinated in all his life; he's hanging on every word, the flush creeping back onto his cheeks. "Don't say it like that.” He pleads, glancing down at his jeans, which feel too tight all of a sudden, he quickly readjusts the tool so it's in front of him. You glance down at his pants, then back up to him. “Why shouldn't I?” He shifts awkwardly, unable to come up with a good reason besides mama and daddy said so, his eyes keep involuntarily tracing the soft line of your stomach and the swell of your- he stops himself and quickly forces himself to look at the ground, scolding himself for staring again. “It's just not the kind of saying a young man is supposed to think about unless it's about his wife”
“Dennis,” You say sternly, his name flat on your voice. He's not sure whether or not he likes the way his name rolls off your tongue; it's making him dizzy. “Y-Yes ma'am? God, that right there made you want to push him down and fuck him. “Do you actually believe that, or is that just something they want you to do?” That caught him off guard. He chews on his lips, suddenly deep in thought; he's used to just nodding along to whatever his parents say; it never really occurred to him to think about it himself. He shifts his weight, still stubbornly refusing to look at you. “I suppose… a little bit of both,” he says quietly. “But it's easier to just not think about it, that's what I was always taught.”
“You don't want to make love?” you ask him softly. “N-no, I shouldn't! I-I mean.” He swallows hard, eyes flicking across your naked body without permission, and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to force the thoughts away. You grab his face, making him look at you. “Answer properly, Dennis,” you demand. His breath hitches. He knows what he wants; he's known for weeks now, but he's been told his whole life that wanting is the first step towards damnation, that lust is sin, that touching, thinking, feeling like this is wrong, but you're here looking at him like you already know the answer, and he's never been good at lying to you. His voice is barely above a whisper when he finally answers, hushed like a confession, “Yes…”
You sighed in relief. Finally, he was being honest, no more hiding and running away, no more using what his parents had been preaching to dictate what he wanted. “Okay, good,” you sighed. His breath hitches in disbelief; it's like just saying the words out loud lifted a weight off his shoulders. He's shaking slightly, and his body is coiled up tight like a spring. “... It's been driving me insane. Ever since you came here, it's like I can't think straight anymore. You're everywhere, and even when I can't see you, you're on my mind. I don't mean it creepily, I promise!” You laugh at his cute confession and his panicked defense at the end. “Denny, calm down…please.” He nods and takes a shaky breath. He's been on edge for weeks. Now it's all coming out at once. He can barely think straight when you're nearby, and now he just confessed everything. He was close enough to feel the warmth of your skin, hear your breathing. He clenches his jaw, hands trembling at his sides, fingers flexing and unfurling as if desperate to touch you.
He looks lost, conflicted like he's fighting and losing a battle with his own morality. You lean forward and softly peck his lips; the gesture was sweet and soft, and you slowly pull away from him. His eyes go wider than saucers when he feels the press against his lips. It's so short and chaste, but it's enough to short-circuit his brain. He sucks in a sharp breath, inhaling your scent, his fingers instinctively reaching out to grab your arm. His brain is screaming at him that this is wrong, but he can't help it. The way his eyes flutter shut as he just stands there drinking in the moment, he was a trembling, flushed, desperate mess.
You let out a small satisfied noise, biting your lip, looking at him. “Mmh, not that bad, huh?” you tease him. A tiny whine escapes the back of his throat. He's completely lost now, and any thought of decency or propriety was long gone; all that's left is want and burning, desperate need without even realizing that he starts pulling you closer, his hands slide up fingers curling around your waist, his brain is on autopilot as he dips his head towards yours. “Please,” his desperation came through in his words. You giggled at his desperation. He had switched up so fast from innocent and afraid to desperate and needy. “You're a dirty boy, Denny.” He chokes out a strangled noise, half groan, half protest. His fingers tighten against your waist. That little word dirty sends a jolt straight through him, and he can’t decide if he wants to pull you close or run himself into the nearest river.
You can practically hear the church bells of guilt clanging in his head, but he still didn't let go of you. You smirk, looking down at him, “You're hard, by the way.’’ He gasps, the sound ripped right out of him like a gut punch. His eyes darted down to the bulge in front of his jeans. He's horrified and embarrassed, and so aroused he can hardly breathe. “God,” he chokes out. He doesn't know what to do with himself; he can hardly speak. “I'm sorry,” he stutters. “Don't be, I'm flattered.” You say with a prideful smirk. He frantically looks around, expecting someone to catch you guys, but relaxes when he realizes no one is around. “I-It's not fair, you're only here for the summer and I can't.. I can't.” He repeats the last sentence like he was telling himself, not you. You shake your head, looking at him. “That's why it's perfect, I'm only here for the summer, and after this, I'll go back to Pennsylvania for college, and you'll graduate and go wherever for medical school. It'll be the perfect casual fling. Nothing serious, we just have fun.”
You can see the gears turning in his head, logic roaring with everything he's been told. The idea is dangerous and sinful, but also exciting in a way he's never let himself consider before his fingers flex against your skin again like he's trying to memorize the feeling. “..Casual?” he repeats like he's never heard it before. You nod, reassuring him. “Absolutely casual, we'll just hang out and make each other feel good, no strings attached.” He blinks a few times, trying to process it. The concept sounds so simple when you say it like that, just fun, no pressure, and commitments, no guilt, it's just… pleasure, something he's only dared to experience in his dreams, usually followed by a hasty trip to church to pray for forgiveness. The thought of having it for real makes his head spin. “No one else would know?" He asked quietly. You cup his face, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “Absolutely no one, baby boy.”
He shivers involuntarily at the nickname, a wave of heat rushing through him, his eyes darken, his grip on you tightens just a little bit, his composure starts to crack, his gaze flicks down, he can see the soft swell of your curves just a few inches away, close enough to where his fingers itch to reach out again, his body craving your sweet touch. ”Please” he begs.
TIME SKIP
Later that night, he sneaks into your room. It takes him a good 20 minutes to work up the courage to actually creep across the house; every shadow has him freezing in his tracks, listening to the sound of a screen door or his parents' voices. He can hear the cicadas buzzing faintly and the soft chirping frogs in the distance. It feels like he's trespassing somewhere. His heart is pounding, and his ears are ringing once he manages to make it to your room. It's only a few more nerve-cracking moments before he silently knocks and enters.
You were wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. He barely suppresses a quiet gasp when he sees you. A lump immediately leaping into his throat, his eyes raking over your form, drinking in the exposed skin and curves, his fingers flex at his sides, as if he wants to touch but isn't sure he's allowed. You smirk at him, waving a hand. He was wearing his PJs, plaid pants, and an old t-shirt. “Hey, cutie,” you say. He almost moans at the endearment. His knees suddenly feel weak. He can't keep his gaze from roaming across your thighs, lingering shamelessly.
“Hi,” he stammers out. It takes him every ounce of self-control not to pounce on you like some kind of hungry animal. “Y-Youre…” His mouth suddenly feels very dry, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You're beautiful.” You giggle at the compliment, the sound of your laughter, making his stomach twist with desire. He takes a step forward, then another until he's right in front of you. His fingers tremble slightly as he reaches out, brushing the hem of your shirt would barely restrain his need. “Y-Youre.. So wow… I can't help myself.” You smack his hand away, “ Have some patience, you dirty boy.” He groans at that word again, something tight twisting in his gut. Patience is the absolute last thing he has right now. “My brain's not working correctly right now.”
“Sit down on the bed,” you tell him, moving towards the bed yourself. He obeys instantly, stumbling backward to sit on the edge of the bed like his knees just gave out. He looks up at you with dilated pupils. “Good Lord, woman…” he bites his lip as he stares at you, struggling not to reach out and haul you into his lap. You pull your shirt off, revealing your naked body. His jaw drops, and a strangled noise escapes as his entire head spins. His hands fly up to his face, covering his eyes like he's been struck by something holy, but his fingers immediately part so he can still see. His mouth drops open; he's burning up, his own skin, fever-hot, he's ravenous and reverent all at once. “I-I ain't ever seen… wow.” He looks utterly ruined, his hips jerk against the mattress already aching with need. You smile at how he appreciates your body, boosting your confidence as well. “I'm glad you like it, Denny.” You say, coming closer. He swallows hard, like he needs to memorize every inch of you. His fingers dig into the comforter to keep from grabbing at you. His voice was raw and unsteady. “You're perfect.” His eyes traced the curve of your chest. You scoff at his words, your own insecurity coming through, “I am not, oh god.” He groans at that, shaking his head quickly, desperate to correct you. How can you not realize how amazing you are? He's practically vibrating at the need to touch you, his voice ragged as he protests, “Don't say that, you're goddamn beautiful, I swear, all I could think about all day was getting my hands on you. You don't… You don't know the effect you have on me.”
You smile at his sweet words, feeling better about yourself. “You can touch me, you know.” You move closer to him. His palms immediately reach out and grab your skin. They were rough and calloused from working the farm. “God..” He whispers, his voice trembling with awe, “You're so soft.” You giggle at his innocent words. “That's called fat.” He shoots you a scolding/exasperated look. His hands slide up your waist. “Stop that”. His finger is digging gently into the soft pudge. “You know you're not fat, you're soft, I like it.” You looked down to see that he was rock hard. “Take your clothes off,” you gasp. He doesn't hesitate and starts yanking off his clothes, dropping them to the side of the bed, revealing a pale, lean chest covered in a fine layer of sweat, and he meets your eyes. “I-Is this okay?” He asked, out of breath. You nodded fast, “Yeah, it's okay with me, is it okay with you?
He bites his lip, nodding quickly, “I definitely am.” Your eyes look down to his dick, and you gasp, it was around 6 inches and decently thick, “so pink and pretty…” The words accidentally slipped out of your mouth before you realized. He chokes out a strangled noise he didn't expect that “you think it's pretty?” he asks, voice crackling with disbelief and a shy kind of eagerness. “Yeah, it's pretty,” you whisper. He was practically vibrating with arousal and the overwhelming knowledge that he's never done anything like this; he has no idea what to do. “Y-you can touch it if you want..” he murmurs. The thought was almost too much.
You gently grasp it, and he lets out a sharp gasp, his whole body jerking at the sudden contact. His hips buck up into your hand before he can stop himself, and his eyes flutter shut for a second. He snaps them open, and his hands fly to grip sheets, twisting the fabric as his breath comes out in ragged bursts. “F-fuck” he hissed, “Oh-h god- T-thats mmh~.” You kiss all over his body, and he arches into every brush of your lips, his skin burning wherever you touch. A whine escapes his throat when you reach certain sensitive spots. This isn't sinful, this isn't wrong, he repeated to himself.
You begin gently sucking the length, slowly taking the tip in, then moving halfway down the shaft. He swallows roughly, trying to keep in his moans. “Oh my-” he chokes. He throws his arm over his eyes, hips jerking against the mattress. “Wait!” he cried out. You stopped and pulled him off. His head falls back against the pillows, and his chest heaves as he pants, trying to calm himself. “Is everything alright?” you asked, worried you had done too much too fast. “You're trying to kill me, aren't you?’’ he laughs out of breath. You playfully smack his chest. “Do you like it?'' You ask softly.
He can't even manage words, just a desperate nodding “ yes, yes, please!” his hips thrust up in a desperate plea. He had never felt like this before, and he didn't want to stop. To him, you were like an angel doing the devil's work, and he'd gladly follow you all the way to hell. You look over his panting, desperate self and smile. You move away from him, and he whines. “Mhm, touch yourself, Denny.” He was looking at you in disbelief; he visibly swallowed the sight of you naked sitting down. You look so sexy. He admired all your curves and your beautiful, soft skin. “Look at me,” you demanded. He does as he's told, raising his eyes back to you. He's trembling and desperate, needing you to give him something.
“Look at me and make yourself feel good,” you whisper, gently running your hand across his chest. He was so painfully needy it was pathetic, his hand moved his fingers shakily wrapping around his dick with a tight grasp, he looked wrecked already, sweat-damp and panting, he parted his lips and broken moans escaped. You bit your own lip trying to hold back moans at the sight of him. He looks so fucking pathetic, touching himself, something about watching him and his innocence stripped away made you soaking wet. This was the most obscene thing he's ever done, touching himself right in front of you like this, obeying you like a prayer.
“Y-Your s-so pretty~” he whines. “Thanks, baby,” you moan. He whimpers at the praise, his whole body tensing as the pleasure builds. He moved clumsier and more frantically, and he stared up at you with nothing short of worship in his eyes. He was losing it. “I-Im n-not g-gonna last~” he warns, his voice cracking. He was trying so hard to hold on, but this was too much. You giggle at his warning, teasing him in a mocking tone. “Aww, you're gonna come?” He nods desperately, his hand moving faster, chasing the edge with a helpless whine, his whole body trembling. “You wanna do it to me?” you ask, holding back a smirk. He instantly nods, getting up and moving closer. You lay down on the bed, and he came over, stroking himself over your tummy. He shudders as he moves over, still hard, so embarrassingly easy and desperate for you, his strokes slow and teasing over your stomach, his free hand trembles against the mattress, bracing himself, staring down at you.
You moaned as he was standing above you, his dick in his hand, he was pumping desperately, and you felt the tip touch your stomach, and God, you just wished he would come inside you; it was so wet he could slip in, no problem.
“W-where d-do you~” he cuts himself off with a moan “Please t-tell m-me where~”.
“Whatever your favorite place is,” you whine. His brain was barely able to process your words; he's already so oversensitive. The idea that you're leaving it up to him makes his head spin, his hips rock against your mindlessly. “I-I- don't.” His voice cracked. “I-I don't have a favorite~.” He swallows, trying to gather his thoughts. “I like- I like everything,” he finally breathes out. “Just let it out, baby,” You say, gently rubbing your thumb over his lips. He can't resist when you call him that; he can't take it anymore, he can't hold on. “I-I c-cant- anymore~!”
You whimper as warm ropes of cum go all over you. His whole body trembles as he watches and stares at the sight of his own release, painting your skin. “You're perfect,” he gasps, still in aftershock. He slowly presses his forehead against you, softly kissing your lips. “Thank you so much…”
OMGG my first Dennis work!!! Please leave a comment on what you thought. This is definitely better written and more detailed than my rabbot ones. Please tell me which style you like better! Also, a part two on this???
Very traditional guy when dating. He opens doors, pulls out chairs, and never lets you pay for anything. He's an old man who was raised by his grandparents, so he can't break out of many traditional habits. One time, you tried to pay for dinner, and he looked absolutely offended. "Baby, my money is your money, lemme spoil me." Will literally hide your purse so you can't even try to pay anymore.
2. Purposefully brings an extra jacket everywhere for you. He knows you won't remember, and he loves seeing you in his clothes. It's a sense of ownership for him. "You look so cute in my clothes. All warm and like my little doll."
3. Learns how to use social media for you cause you show him about 5 billion things a day, so he learns how to navigate them so he can see everything you send him. He sends you TikToks of a big dog and a little one and says, "Us."
4. He hates when you're on the motorcycle. He would never risk your safety, even if he is willing to risk his. He thinks he's a bad bf if he ever lets you on that thing.
5. ALWAYS doms. He has serious control issues and dislikes letting go of it even for a second. He loves telling you what to do and guiding you each step of the way. He loves that every position, thrust, and orgasm is in his hands. "It's okay, baby, breathe, you're taking it so well. such a goood girl for me."
6. He has a giant dick, and you can't convince me otherwise. He's unaware of how big it really is cause his giant hands are the ones holding it till he sees you hold it, and your hand barely fits around it. You can't take it all the way down and your throat, no matter how hard you try, it always makes you gag, and he immediately pulls out the first time, afraid that you're gonna throw up. You insist that you can take it, and now every Friday, he trains your throat to take him inch by inch. You'll casually put it in your mouth whenever he's around, and he fights the urge to not pin you down and use your throat.
7. Painfully insecure about himself. He hates his body and especially his mind. He doesn't know what's wrong with him and why you'd wanna be with him. He won't admit how much he needs praise and words of affirmation. He thinks you can do so much better than him. "You shouldn't be with someone like me; you should be with someone normal and not so fucked up."
8. Big fan of 24-hour places because he loves the convenience. He may eat one meal a day, and he sure as hell doesn't cook, so a diner with some greasy burgers is a lifesaver.
9. Teaches you Hebrew because it's important to him. He loves that you wanna learn and be familiar with his culture. He grew up getting bullied and was told to just keep it to himself, so he's relieved when you're not weirded out.
10. Hilariously bad at keeping secrets. It will literally gnaw him in and out if he's keeping things, especially when he has to keep them from you. You can always tell something's up cause he acts so weird. He accidentally broke down and ruined your surprise party because he couldn't lie about it any longer.
Robby and Abbott find out that the new med student is also the girl they've both been hooking up with...
SMUT WARNING!!!
It had been a week since they had asked you if you wanted to continue with both of them. You didn't know what to say, so you just said you needed more time to think. Not a yes, but not a no. You had a lot to consider.
On one hand, it was risque, all of your careers and reputations, the judgment and rumors, but the other... the sex was fucking amazing. You missed getting put through the mattress, and the job came with so much stress; it was nice to have two old men who loved taking care of you.
Not just in bed, but Robby and Jack always made sure to send you money or just buy you whatever you wanted. A new purse? done. An oil change? done. The two of them also always made sure you were fed. Jack would make breakfast for you the morning after, and Robby always had meals delivered when you told him you were heading home after a long day. You couldn't lie: it wasn't just a casual thing towards the end. You genuinely felt something with both of them, and being with both of them at the same time made you a little guilty. You'd thought of cutting off with one or both, but now that they knew and didn't care, it seemed crazy to pass them up.
At work, it was even harder to be with them. They always gave you this look. The type that made you red and weak in the knees. It was like they had coordinated a plan until you eventually gave in, driving you insane. Once you catch a moment, you build up the courage to go talk to them. "Doctor Robby, Doctor Abbot, could I speak to the two in private, please.'' They followed you into one of the empty rooms and closed the door. "Stop looking at me like that," you said sternly.
They both look at each other and smirk, "Look at you like what, baby?" Robby leans down and closer, and you feel his warm breath on your face. You put your hands out firmly against his chest. Robby grabs both of your hands in one of his giant hands, pressing them harder into him. Jack clears his throat, crossing his arms, and your eyes wander to his biceps and his freckled forearm. Jack notices and laughs, "We'll stop looking at you like this when you can keep your eyes to yourself, dirty girl."
Robby gets pulled away from you, and Jack drags him out of the room. You stood there, your heart thumping. You didn't even get to talk to them because this is what happened whenever the three of you were alone together. God, you melted like butter, and all your confidence left your body when they were around. They had done a phenomenal job of making you like an obedient puppy for them.
The rest of your shift was like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. Robby would brush purposely past you, making sure you felt his bulge in your lower back. Then, Jack, when he was guiding you through a deep suture, and God, it was so sensual.
"Justttt like that, yeah, you can take it deeper, Dr. L/N". You locked eyes with him, giving him a "I know what the hell you're doing" look. You took the stitch deeper in and asked, "Is that better, sir?" He nodded and guided you through the rest of till you tied it off. "You did well, doll, good to know you listen well, still." You looked over, making sure the patient was still out, before smiling and turning away from him.
You were sick of them working you up. God, you needed a new pair of panties at this point. You thought it might be fun to poke fun at them, too. The perfect opportunity fell into your lap when Dr. Shen came in early. He had gotten you a Dunkin' latte and a muffin. "You would die without me," He said, plopping the two in front of you. You sighed, happily taking a big bite of the muffin. "Yes, I would, I cannot believe what a lifesaver you are".
Jack and Robby look over at you, smiling and laughing with him. What business did that bastard have bringing you food or drinks? Jack came over to him. "When did they get so close?" he spit the words out like poison. Robby ground his teeth and let out a rough sigh. "Fuck if I know." They were both looking at the scene like it was the most awful thing they'd ever seen. Jack watched as Shen patted your arm, and he wanted to point a shotgun at him, right then and there. Robby rubbed his temple and grabbed the counter like he was holding on for dear life.
You casually glance over at them. You almost let out a laugh. God, they looked fucking pissed. You pop the straw into your drink, making eye contact with them while your lips wrap around the straw and you take an exaggerated sip, pulling the straw off and swiping a drop of the sweet liquid from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, then licking it off.
Robby groaned and walked away to the bathroom. He was not about to walk around with a semi-hard on. Jack watches him rush away and looks back at you, laughing with Shen again. He had a scowl on his face. "Literally, would rather get shot again than watch this bullshit," he thought.
TIME SKIP
At the end of your shift, you had changed out of your scrubs back into your civilian clothes. You walked to the front, and it was pouring rain. The sky was dark and gloomy, covered in gray clouds, and the parking lot was loud. All the droplets are hitting the tops of cars and bikes. You pull out your phone, ready to call an Uber. "Need a ride?"
You look up to see Jack in front of you. "Hmm, I think I'll take my chances in the thunderstorm," you say, pulling up the Uber app on your phone. Just a second later, your phone got clipped from your hand. "HEY! Jack-" He stuffs your phone into his pants and crosses his arms, like a parent waiting for his kid to stop throwing a temper tantrum. "I'm not letting you pay 40 bucks to get a ride home when we're right here."
You huffed, walking closer to him and putting your hand out, demanding your phone back. Jack just laughed like it was the most amusing thing in the world. "You want your phone so bad, take it yourself, doll." Just as you were contemplating it, a honk caught your attention. Robby pulled up in front of you two, and the window was rolled down. "She said yes yet?" he yelled, trying to be heard over the rain and thunder. You scoffed at their audacity. "So this was a planned ambush, huh?"
Jack laughed, grabbing your bag from your arms. "Not an ambush, sweetheart, more like a rescue." You sighed, giving up and following them to the car. Jack opened the door for you, and you sat in the passenger's seat. "Good girl," Robby says, patting your thigh as he rolls up your window. Jack settles in the back and puts your bag on the floor. "Jack! not the floor." You huff.
Robby snickers, "I've been yelled at enough in this car about that." Jack rolls his eyes and puts my bag next to him. "Buckle up, baby," Robby says, reaching over and pulling the seatbelt over your body. His hand drags across your chest and waist. You felt like you were on fire till you heard the click of the seatbelt, and his hands moved away.
"So are you guys gonna take me home or kidnap me?" Jack laughs, coming closer to your ear, "Oh, I know you don't mind being kidnapped, remember that one time we roleplaye-." You smacked his arm and looked over to see Robby wide-eyed. "Oh shut up, Robby, I've done worse with you." That got Jack coughing up a storm, and a loud "EXCUSE ME?" left his mouth. You groan and throw your head back, closing your eyes. "Can we please just drive. The two of you can compare notes when you're alone." Robby nods and starts driving. You look out the window and see raindrops falling. It was so relaxing that you pressed your forehead to the window, and the coolness soothed you even more. It was so nice and warm in the car, you finally relaxed for the first time in 15 hours. No one needed you, and you were safe. You were with them. Your eyes shut, and you drifted off.
TIME SKIP
You woke up when you felt someone gently petting your head. Your eyes flutter open, and you see Jack. You were no longer in the car but now in a house. You shot up in a panic when you realized you weren't in the car. Jack immediately grabs your shoulders, rubbing them, shushing you, "Everything is okay, calm down. You're at our house, sweetheart." You look around and see the very big bed you were in. You had also been changed out of your scrubs and into an oversized shirt that you clocked as Robby's. You had worn it many times when he came over. You lay back down, rubbed your face, and then realized your makeup was gone. "I know you don't like sleeping in your makeup doll."
You smiled and looked at him with a huge grin. "So you did end up kidnapping me, huh?" Just then, Robby emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing his boxers and a shirt that hugged him so nicely. He was also wearing glasses and looked so sexy. "Look who finally woke up." He climbs into bed next to you. Jack does the same on the other side. You lie there between them, you turn your head over to Jack, and look into those pretty blue eyes. Then you grab Robby's hand, glancing over at him. "Screw it. Let's do it."
The two of them don't need to hear another word. Robby immediately starts kissing your neck, and Jack smashes his lips against yours. You moaned against Jack's lips. Fuck fuck fuck everything feels so good. It was overwhelmingly pleasurable. Robby was sucking and biting your neck, creating huge marks, and Jack was moaning against you. His hands grip your hips. You moan, feeling Jack's hand move in between your legs. He rubs against your underwear, teasing your slit with his thick fingers. Robby pulls away in awe at the scene, "Fuck baby, you look so pretty, all needy for us." Robby starts tugging his shirt off your body, causing Jack to pull off your lips. You whine as his lips pull away and his fingers stop. Robby throws the shirt across the room, and there you were, sitting in just your undies, completely exposed to them.
Jack shoots Robby a look, and they both come closer. You gasp when each of them starts kissing and sucking on each boob. "Fuck, guys ngh." Robbys big hands rub down your midriff, and Jack pulls off your boob and looks up at you. "You got such pretty tits, doll," he goes back down, kissing them again and sucking on them before pulling off and looking at Robby. "Doesn't our girl have such pretty tits, Robby?" "Oh yeah, she's like a perfect little sex toy. Aren't you, baby? You're a sex toy for daddy?" You gasp at hearing that word. God, you were soaking wet, their kisses, the praise. You felt lightheaded.
Jack grabs your face. "Answer him, sweetheart, be a good girl." You nod quickly, "Y-yeah, I'm a sex toy." They both let out a groan at your words. Jack pulls you down so you're lying flat and pulls your underwear off. You gasp, feeling the cool air on your pussy. Robby pulls your legs apart and moans, "Fuckkk, you're so so wet, baby. Maybe she can take us together," Robby says, taking his own boxers off. Jack laughs and shakes his head. "Behave, Robby, we can't break our little toy so fast." You look down to see Robby's massive cock dripping with precum. You whine and instinctively close your legs. He had the biggest dick you've ever seen. It was 9 inches and so thick you could barely wrap a hand around it. He laughs and coos, "Poor baby, haven't taken it in so long, don't worry, baby, I'll make it fit somewhere in that little body."
Jack had pulled off his own clothes in the meantime and climbed on top of you. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby, and Robby's gonna use that pretty mouth of yours. yeah?" You were so distracted by Robby that you forgot about the other huge dick that was also going inside you. You look down and nod nervously. Jack was big, too, not like Robby, but still big. 7 inches and so thick that you couldn't fit it all the way in your mouth. Robby comes over near your head. He was kneeling over you, his huge dick dangling in front of your mouth. "Ready, baby?" Jack says, pressing his thick tip against your hole. "You remember the light system?" Robby asks you from above.
"Green for all good, Yellow for slow down, Red for stop." Jack smiles, rubbing your face with his large calloused hand. "Good job, sweetheart. You sure you ready?" You nod, preparing yourself to be stuffed. They look to each other and nod before simultaneously pushing inside. Your eyes widen as Robby's thick cock fills your mouth and jacks pushes inside your pussy. You moan around Robby, all your cries being muffled by his dick. "Fuck that throat, just as nice as I remember," he groans and starts fucking in and out of your mouth like a madman. Meanwhile, Jack slowly starts thrusting in and out. He was always so careful, making sure he stretched you out. You whine, feeling him pull out almost all the way, then nestle his big dick right back inside you.
You moan around Robby's dick. The dual pleasure was overwhelming; they were so big, and they covered you completely. Jack huffs as he starts going deeper, "God, sweetheart, you make me wanna fold you up and just press it as deep as I can." You whine and nod sloppily around Robby, begging Jack to do so. Robby pulls out of your mouth and slaps his big dick on your face. You were out of breath, and spit was scattered around your mouth. "Yeah? You like this? You want him to fold you up while you're slobbering on my dick like a fucking needy puppy."
Jack manhandles you, so you're folded up, and he starts pistoning into you deeper than before. You cry out as each thrust fills you."NGh~ FUCK daddy please!" He rolls his hips so you can really feel him deep inside. "T-thats aah~ it, sweet girl. I'm so mmh- makin me feel amazing." You grip onto the sheets, mewling at his words. Robby watched the dirty scene and began jerking himself off, "Gah~ f-fuck her harder." Jack nods and starts pounding into you, his cock was fucking you so hard you couldn't even breathe. "AHHH P-PLEASE NOT SO HARD!" Jack slows down, but Robby interrupts him, "Tsk tsk, stop being so gentle with her, she's a fucking dirty little slut. She can take it, she's done it for me before." You whine, your eyes getting teary as Jack listens to Robby fixing his pace. "Fuck, yeah god mmh~ yeah keep fuckin her like that. Love seeing her little cunt stretched out around you." he reaches over and rubs your clit, making you yelp. You were drooling onto the pillow, eyes blurry with tears, the sheets clenched in your hands. "F~fuck this ain't right, we're fuckin pervs. Old men taking advantage of such a pretty young thing like you." You tightened around him when he said that. Fuck why was it so hot? They were so much older, the gray hairs, the smile lines, the glasses, NGH. Jack groans when he feels it. "You like it though, don't you, sweetheart?" he coos. pulling himself out and just teasing the tip in, while Robby moves closer positioning himself in pussy too.
Your eyes widen, realizing they had manhandled you and stretched you so they could both try to fit in your pussy. You whimper and shake your head. Robby reaches over and smacks you. "He asked you a question, babygirl. Answer him." Your eyes widen, and you tighten around Jack again. "FUCK! You gotta stop doing that, doll." He rubs your face where Robby smacked you. "Poor little baby. Robbys too mean, ain't he?" he mocked you. You nod, with a little pout on. "He i-is but i l-like i-it, i love everything y-you guys do."
Robby had pinned your legs up fully at this point. You felt both of their thick tips against your soaking wet pussy. You whined, begging to feel full again. Robby laughs, "We know, baby, and we are about to make you love this." "Don't worry, doll, not all the way in. Just takin' our tips." You brace yourself for it, and then it hits. You choke out a scream. Their thick tips were pushing into your sloppy, wet cunt. Each one was pushing in, making you feel like you were about to explode. They moan the feeling of being inside you, but also their tips rubbing against each other. The sensation was phenomenal. "FUCKIN JESUS!" "GAH FUCK BABY" They needily thrust in together the friction of their dicks rubbing against each other, inside you were too good. You buried your face in the pillow nearby.
It felt too fucking intense; you clenched around them. "I'm GONNA!-" You couldn't even finish your sentence as you spasmed around them. They felt you tighten and couldn't even attempt to hold back. You came hard, moaning. Each spasm felt like you were floating. You cried out into the pillow, your climax overcoming you. They began coming at the same time, as well. "GONNA FILL YOU UP BABY FUCK FUCK!!' before they could even think, they were both fucking into you like dogs in heat and came inside you. You felt the ropes of cum shoot inside you, the warm feeling filling your belly.
They collapsed, letting your legs fall back down and slowly pulling out. They looked down at the mess they had created. A giant load pooling out of you. They laughed, looking at the messy sight. "Thank God you're on birth control or we'd be in big trouble." You sigh, absolutely exhausted. They go rinse themselves off, and you lie there. Naked, sore, covered in cum. They both return a few minutes later, and Robby scoops you up into his arms, taking you into the bathroom. "You did very well. Thank you, baby."
He sets you on the toilet. "Pee," he demands, turning around to go grab some towels. You finish your business and wipe up. Robby comes back with some clean towels, wet wipes, and a bowl of warm water. He sets you down at the counter and starts wiping you down, making sure you're all clean. The cold wet wipes and warm towels felt nice and cooling. You wobble your head back, closing your eyes. A few minutes later, he was all done. "All clean, baby girl." Jack then comes in with a brush and a fresh shirt for you; it was his this time. "Look at you all cleaned up. How are you feeling, sweetheart?" "Good, a little tired but really good." He sighs in relief, turns to you, and starts brushing your hair. A few minutes later, you were left in a loose braid. Jack helps you off the counter and pulls his shirt over you. It smelled just like him.
The three of you walk back into the bedroom. There were now clean sheets and some water bottles on the nightstand. Ohh, so that's what Jack was doing when Robby was cleaning you up. You settled into bed, and Robby handed you a water bottle, making you drink small sips. He knows you're probably sore from him. You sighed, taking a deep breath in after drinking. You felt so safe, so cared for, like they had just been waiting to love someone like this. "You guys sure you haven't done this before?" you giggle. Jack rolls his eyes, "We just wanna make sure you know how much we want to take care of you." Robby kisses your forehead, and they lie down with you, dimming the lights with the remote. You smile contentedly between them. They were perfect. You kiss Robby goodnight, then turn over and do Jack. You could get very used to this.
Robby and Abbott find out that the new med student is also the girl they've both been hooking up with...
It was another extremely chaotic day in the ED. Not only did some asshole punch a nurse, but the influx of med students everywhere was not helping.
You were already nervous; you had just clocked in for your first-ever shift at the "pitt". After the incident at presby you hoped this would be better. You were lost and looking for the other med students. That's when you ran into a sweet-looking blonde man; he looked a bit like a kicked puppy. "Hi, I'm Dennis....Whitaker, Dennis Whitaker." he was nervous, and you thought it was cute, "Hi I'm y/n l/n". you shook his hand and smiled.
The two of you made small talk and were suddenly interrupted by someone's voice ahead. You couldn't see in front of you, so you shifted and locked eyes with the older man talking.
Your heart drops to your stomach.
The man talking and introducing himself, as your attending, giving everyone else a huge welcome, was the man you hooked up with a couple of times over the summer. You tune out everything he's saying.
No, no, no, this is not happening! This can't be my life right now. Your thoughts ate away your confidence.
He eventually makes eye contact with you, and his friendly demeanor drops; he knew he was absolutely fucked. How the hell could he have been so reckless? You quickly disperse with the rest of everyone and follow Dr. Langdon.
You tried to ignore it and focus on work, but god every time you make eye contact with him, you wanna pass out, any time he's checking in on you guys or directing you to do a procedure. Your eyes keep wandering to those big hands and how they... Stop. No, no, no.
He doesn't make it easy either. Any time he looks at you, he stutters, and the one time he accidentally bumped into you, he gripped onto your waist then quickly let go, like it was touching fire.
The other girl with you.... Santos? You think. She picked up on your nervousness fast.
"So why do you keep having an aneurysm any time you see Dr. Robby? Don't tell me you're gonna bail on me like crash." She snickered. Oh fuck fuck what are you supposed to say????
It's not like saying "sorry, he's the man who's been putting me through the mattress all summer, so I'm nervous around him, or because I've called him daddy, so when I see his face. That's the first word that comes to mind!" was an appropriate explanation.
"Hellooooo, did I lose ya there?" she waves her hand in your face. You snap out of your thoughts and clear your throat. "No, sorry, it's just that I don't wanna mess up in front of him, y'know, like messing up in front of the head attending on the first day is embarrassing". She nods and walks away. You hope she believes you.
A few hours of awkwardness go by, and you finally catch a moment to grab some coffee. You step into the lounge and look into the cabinets for a clean cup, and of course, the only one is on the highest shelf. You groan and ready yourself to hop on the counter, gathering your hair into a ponytail, and just as your hand presses on the counter, a warm presence behind you reaches and grabs it. You quickly turn around, and your back presses into the counter. It was him. he brings the cup down to you. Your eyes bore into him, and finally, for the first time all day, there was no fear or worry, just butterflies in your stomach.
"T-thanks, Dr. Robby," you stutter, grabbing the mug from his hands, then quickly turn away and look at the coffee machine. You can hear him sigh, almost disappointed or maybe angry? "You really gonna pretend like nothing's going on?" you sigh and turn around, "What else am I supposed to do, this whole situation is too messy, and I don't wanna jeopardize either of our jobs."
He rubbed his face; he seemed exhausted. "I don't know what to do either, baby." The word baby sends chills down your body. That's what he always calls you, but hearing it here... "Michael, you know we have to stop, if we continue, it's just a slippery slope we're heading towards." he groans and nods like he wants to agree with me, but his expression was just so pained. "I know we should, I know, and especially now. I'm your boss, and if anyone finds out, they're gonna think I'm a dirty old geezer takin advantage of you".
You hated how painfully accurate he was. If anyone did find out, the rumor mill would destroy our lives in seconds. Michael would be some gross perv who takes advantage of his students and residents, and you'd be a slut who sleeps with her attendings for special treatment, who knows, maybe they'd say the only reason you were even here was that you sucked his dick.
The coffee maker dings, and you turn around, grab the cup, and get ready to leave. "I really did have fun this summer, Michael." And with that, you left. God, what the hell was your luck? At this point, why doesn't everyone you've fucked become a coworker?
A few minutes pass, and you're told to be ready. "There was a crash, and two victims are coming in". Dennis helps you tie up your disposable scrubs, you shoot him a smile, and you don't notice the glare from Robby across the room. The ambulance alarms are heard from outside, and the gurneys come rushing in, the EMTs fill Robby and the residents in. You follow them quickly and try to catch up. You saw the bloody and painful wounds on the victims, and your stomach turned. You rush into the room with everyone. It all seemed to go by in a flash, something about saline and CCs. You didn't even realize the patient was stable till Dennis grabbed your arm and told you to stop pumping. You snapped out of it and realized everyone was looking at you. Robby cleared his throat and told the other residents to wrap it up, and everyone left.
"Hey, you okay, kid?" he touched my arm. You nod and don't pull your arm back. "Sorry, I promise that won't happen again-" "Hey, hey, it's okay, it happens, you did well. He's stable," he coos, rubbing your arms up and down. The two of you immediately pull away when we hear someone coming in.
Michael relaxes when he sees Jack Abbott; meanwhile, you damn near pass out. No, no, no, it can't be... Robby introduces us, and Jack's face lights up. He smirks and puts his hand out to greet me. You just stood there like a deer in headlights. Jack grabs your hand and shakes it. You just nod awkwardly and leave...ok, you sprint out of the room because handling both of your hookups in one room seemed like a level of maturity you weren't at yet.
Robby watches as you sprint out of the room like you were being chased by bees. He looks at Jack, who has a smirk on his face. "Wanna tell me what the hell that was about?" Jack rolls his eyes and grabs a new pair of gloves. "We had sex over the summer, that's why she looks like a bunny who's been captured." Robby looked like he had just been shot. "Y-you slept with her? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FUCK-". He gets cut off by Jack, who tells him to lower his voice. "Keep your voice down, Mike, don't want the whole damn ED to know? Why the hell do you care anyway, you like her or something?"
Robby sighs, pinching his nose and closing his eyes. "Remember I told you I started sleeping with a girl... I told you she was younger." He was hoping Jack was picking up what he was putting down. Jack's eyes went wide as saucers as he laughed. "No, you're telling me you and I? Oh, good god."
You watched from across the ED and could slowly see them talking, and you were about to cry. Oh god, why? Maybe they wouldn't tell each other? Who the hell were you kidding? You saw their expressions, and you knew they knew. They both looked out and locked eyes with you. A squeal left your body, and you ran somewhere. The rest of your shift, you avoided them like the plague, never being alone with either of them and much less BOTH of them.
You thought you were safe till you were in the elevator and the door opened to both of them. You freaked and hit the close elevator button. Of course, that didn't work, you massive idiot. "We don't bite, doll, calm down." They stepped inside, and the doors shut, leaving us trapped together. "Well, I don't, but Mikey does, don't you?" he said, smirking at Michael. I groaned, putting my hands over my face. "Shut up, Jack," Robby spat out.
You step out and stand in front of them. "Okay, listen, I get it. I'm sorry. I just didn't know. I never wanted to be in this position, and I did tell you guys we weren't exclusive. I won't tell anyone as long as you guys don't, please."
"I'm not mad, baby, I was just taken aback. Trust me, I'm not exactly gonna run out and tell Princess about this for everyone to hear." You let out a huge sigh of relief that he wasn't mad and looked over at Jack. "I'm not mad either, I just don't think it's a problem, I'll share you with him." You flushed bright red at his statement. Does he mean sharing like... just then the elevator doors slid open.
We all went our separate ways, and now you were just overthinking everything. The rest of the shift was just trying to ignore them and focus on your first day.
*TIME SKIP*
After the shift, you were exhausted, and a drink was definitely gonna help. You plopped yourself on the bar chair and asked for a shot, probably the first of many after this shift. "You really shouldn't be drinking so much, doll." You freeze, feeling a warm presence behind. You look up, and it was Jack. You groaned, "Please not now, I can't with your teasing." You chug down the shot, asking the bartender for another. "I wasn't teasing you, I was being serious. Why not have both of us?" You look at him like he was a headless chicken. "Do you even know what you're saying? Does Robby?" He nods to the left, and there you see Robby sitting with a bourbon in his hand. God, he looked so sexy and cute at the same time.
You walk over to him, and a little liquid courage has made you less nervous. "Do you know the INSANE things he's suggesting, Michael?" Michael chugs down his drink and tells you to sit. You sat down, and both of them were on each side of you. "I don't wanna stop seeing you, and I don't think you do either. I like you, baby, and more than just having sex, you know it was more than that. We won't pressure you into anything, but let us take care of you. I promise we'll keep it under wraps."
You gulp, feeling Robby's hand on yours and Jack's on your thigh... What were you gonna say?
“Yea ya like that baby? taking my cock like a little slut”. He had you bent over the kitchen counter fucking you as hard as he could.Each thrust was driving you insane you whimpered trying to keep quiet it was so embarrassing how good he felt. Suddenly you feel a harsh tug to your hair and a his lips near your ear.“I asked you a fuckin question little girl Do. You. Like. It”in sync with each harsh thrust.
“Yes!” God you couldn’t take it anymore he was gonna make you pass out at this point. “ yea?” He said in a mocking tone. “You’re such a dirty girl y’know fuckin whoring around this house in these lil panties like you weren’t beggin me to fuck you over this counter. You’re just a fuck toy aren’t ya?”
“Joel please no more I can’t please!” You cried out, feeling each of his thrusts in your tummy . His harsh words made you cry more. Did he really think you were just a Fuck toy? “Joel please-“ he smacked you. You whined in pain “ Joel? Oh no whores don’t get to call me by my first name, only my good girl does and right now you’re a whore. Tell me what’s my name right now?”
You sniffled and opened your mouth but only a small sound came out. “Daddy”.He gripped your chin and forced you up to look at him. “You better speak up lil girl I’m not a patient man”. You looked at him through teary eyes his dark brown eyes, his gruff beard,and that mouth turned up into a scowl just everything about him screamed “daddy”. His thrusts started up again but this time they were slow but hard.
He pulled out of you almost completely just to slam his whole cock inside you again. You screamed at the first thrust and his smile grew so wide. He fucking loved it when you screamed. He continued his harsh thrusts repeatedly.“Fuckkk baby gonna bruise your slutty little pussy. Make you bedridden for a while.”
You were so close you could feel it “gonna come daddy please” he was so big and it hurt so fucking good. God it didn’t even matter what he was doing or saying as long as you came on his cock. “ yea baby? you gonna come on daddy’s cock. Don’t you love getting whored out like this yea?” He was getting close too you could feel him throb inside you his harsh thrusts becoming sloppy and his hands gripping you onto you for dear life.
You were gonna come fuck“ I’m coming daddy can’t take it anymore coming!daddy coming!”. You came all over his thick feeling it ooze out of you and onto him. “ ah shit baby gonna come fuck gonna come inside ya little girl. Fill you up with my cum and breed this slutty pussy baby”. You whimpered at his thrusts the overstimulation was starting to get to you but right then with one more thrust he came. He filled you up and fuck it was so much. He groaned as he finished stuffing your hole with his cum.
“Get up you dirty girl gotta get you cleaned up before Ellie gets home.”
dbf!Joel who only comes over when he knows you're home. He loves sneaking glances at you, praying your dad won't notice. He tells himself it's okay that looking isn't bad....right?
dbf!Joel whose looks turn to touches. He leaves harsh needy kisses all over your body. His big calloused hands bruise your hips when he's rutting between your soft thighs. As long as it doesn't go in it's okay right?
dbf!Joel That pushes you into the bathroom to fuck you against the sink. He loves covering your mouth and seeing you struggle to stay quiet. He watches your teary eyes and little frame get absolutely destroyed from him through the mirror.
