3 — jack abbot x f!reader x michael robinavitch
NOW PLAYING 3 — BRITNEY SPEARS
summary — in which, two best friends and medical roommates, jack abbot and michael robinavitch, fall for their new roommate. as jealousy threatens their friendship, reader proposes a solution neither of them expected: sharing her.
pairing — young!rabbot x f!reader
word count — 2.0k
tags/warnings — 18+ mdni, smut, plot? what plot?, threesome, unprotected sex (don't do it kids! wrap it before you tap it!), oral sex (m! and f! receiving), fingering, double penetration, anal sex, love triangle, journalism student!reader, no use of y/n, nicknames as sweetheart-babygirl-baby
jamie's corner — there are so few med school fanfics that not writing one seemed like a crime… not knowing how to choose between jack and robby, i opted for both, and i don't regret it! hope you guys have fun in paris!
likes, reblogs, comments are very much appreciated!
The apartment had never been quiet.
Even at three in the morning, there was always something: the hiss of the coffee machine, the rustle of medical notes, the muffled sound of hospital shoes dragging across the wooden floor after a twenty-hour shift. Life inside apartment 4B moved according to impossible schedules and chronic exhaustion.
That was probably why Jack Abbot and Michael Robinavitch had become friends so quickly.
Most people didn’t understand the lifestyle. They didn’t understand canceled plans, sleeping through entire afternoons, or the way a person could become emotional over a clean pair of scrubs and six uninterrupted hours of sleep. But they understood each other perfectly.
Michael, twenty-eight and permanently tired, was already in his second year of residency. Calm under pressure, sharp-tongued when exhausted, and annoyingly competent at almost everything he did. Jack, four years younger and in his fourth year of medical school, had started out admiring him and somehow ended up becoming inseparable from him.
What began as two strangers splitting rent became late-night takeout, shared lectures, exhausted grocery runs at midnight, and falling asleep on opposite ends of the couch while anatomy flashcards covered the coffee table.
Best friends.
Brothers, some people said.
Neither of them argued with that.
At least, not at first.
Their third roommate had barely lasted eight months before giving up on the chaos of living with two medical disasters. The apartment was too loud, too stressful, and apparently smelled “concerningly like antiseptic and energy drinks.”
So, the search for a replacement roommate began.
They expected another med student.
Instead, they got you.
You arrived carrying two overstuffed suitcases, a camera bag, and enough confidence to make both men stare blankly at you from the doorway.
“You know,” you’d said while looking around the disaster zone they called a living room, “Most people clean before showing an apartment.”
“We did,” Michael — or Robby as he told you to call him, since that's what everyone called him — answered.
That should have scared you away.
Instead, you laughed.
And somehow, that was the beginning.
You were nothing like them. You studied journalism, not medicine. Your world revolved around interviews, deadlines, articles, and stories instead of anatomy labs and emergency pages. You should have clashed with them completely.
But you didn’t.
Within weeks, you slipped seamlessly into their strange little routine.
You learned Robby preferred silence after long shifts. You memorized Jack’s exam schedule better than he did. You cooked when both men forgot meals existed, cleaned the apartment when they were too exhausted to stand upright, and occasionally sat between them on the couch while they studied, reading your own notes with your legs thrown over Jack’s lap and your head resting against Robby’s shoulder.
It became natural.
Dangerously natural.
The three of you existed in a world that barely included anyone else. Your schedules isolated you from normal life until the apartment became its own tiny universe of shared exhaustion and quiet intimacy.
And somewhere along the way, things changed.
Jack noticed it first.
The way his attention lingered too long when you wore one of his hoodies. The way he started looking forward to hearing your laugh after brutal hospital days. The way jealousy twisted unexpectedly in his chest whenever you sat too close to Robby.
Robby noticed soon after.
Maybe he’d always known.
The problem was that Robby looked at you the same way.
And the worst part?
They began looking at each other differently too.
Every accidental touch became tense. Every joke carried an edge. Every shared glance over your head felt like a challenge neither of them wanted to acknowledge.
The apartment that once felt effortless slowly became unbearable.
Arguments started small.
Who forgot groceries.
Who monopolized the shower.
Who spent more time with you.
Then came the real fights.
Sharp words thrown across the kitchen at two in the morning. Petty jealousy disguised as irritation. Silence heavy enough to suffocate the room whenever you unknowingly sat between them.
And poor you stood in the middle of all of it, confused and frustrated by the sudden tension poisoning the only home you’d felt comfortable in for years.
Until one evening, after yet another argument exploded over absolutely nothing, you finally snapped.
“For God’s sake,” you said, throwing your hands in the air while Jack and Robby glared at each other across the living room. “This is ridiculous.”
Neither man answered.
You looked from Jack to Robby, unimpressed by the way they stood on opposite sides of the living room like divorced parents fighting over custody.
The argument had burned itself out minutes ago, leaving behind nothing but heavy silence and wounded pride.
You were exhausted.
Exhausted by the tension.
By the jealousy.
By the fact that neither of them seemed capable of admitting what was painfully obvious.
Your gaze settled on Jack first.
Then Robby.
“You’re both in love with me, right?”
“Yes,” Jack answered instantly.
Robby scoffed. “I wouldn’t go throwing around the word love, sweetheart.”
The curly haired boy shot him a glare. “Oh, shut up.”
“No, seriously,” you interrupted, raising a hand before either of them could start again. “Let me rephrase.”
You cleared your throat, stepping closer, close enough that both men straightened instinctively.
“You both want to have sex with me.”
Silence.
That was answer enough.
Jack rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while Robby avoided your eyes for the first time all evening.
You nodded slowly, like you’d just confirmed a theory.
“Okay. Great. Good. Now here’s the important part.” You crossed her arms. “This isn’t just about what you two want.”
The boys looked back at you.
“It’s also about what I want.”
That seemed to catch them off guard.
You exhaled sharply through the nose before continuing, suddenly sounding far less confident than you were trying to appear.
“I’m young, okay? This is supposed to be, like… My peak.” You gestured vaguely at yourself. “And eventually I’m either gonna die or become old and wrinkly and weird, and I would really prefer to experience things now, while my boobs are still pointing upward.”
Jack choked on absolutely nothing.
Robby stared at you in stunned silence.
“Oh my God, don’t look at me like that,” you groaned, covering your face for a second. “You know what I mean.”
The two men exchanged a look.
A long one.
Which immediately irritated you again.
“Seriously?” you dropped your hands. “Now you’re making it weird.”
You pointed accusingly between them.
“You idiots have been acting like jealous cavemen for weeks. So here.”
Your cheeks turned pink, but you forced yourself to keep talking.
“Let’s solve the problem.”
Jack blinked. “Wai—”
“Nope, I’m committed now,” you cut him off quickly. “Can’t stop midway through the humiliation.”
Robby looked dangerously amused now.
You inhaled once.
Then blurted: “You guys wanna have a threesome?”
The air in your bedroom was thick with tension and the faint scent of your vanilla perfume. The door clicked shut behind them all, and for a moment Jack and Robby just stood there, eyes locked on the woman who had turned their friendship into something raw and hungry. You sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, a knowing smile playing on your full pink lips. You patted the mattress on either side of you.
“Come on, boys. No awkwardness.” You shifted slightly, the voice low and luring. “Besides… You both said it was fine. What's the matter? Are you backing out now?”
After a quick exchange of glances between the two friends, Jack moved first. His pulse hammering. He settled on your left, his thigh pressing against yours. Robby followed, taking the right, his hand already sliding up your bare arm. You leaned back on your palms, letting them take you in.
“Let's get one thing straight: I’m not in love with either of you,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “But I love you both. Deeply. So, let’s just make each other feel good. Okay?”
They didn’t need more permission.
Jack cupped your face and kissed you deep, his tongue sliding into your mouth while his free hand found your waist. On the other side of you, Robby’s lips traced down your neck, biting lightly at your collarbone. You moaned into Jack’s mouth, your fingers tangling in his soft auburn curls. You arched your back, pressing your breasts against Robby’s searching mouth. He didn’t hesitate. He pulled the strap of your burgundy tank top down, exposing one nipple, and sucked it hard while Jack worked the other strap.
Soon your top was gone, and their hands roamed your chest, your stomach, the waistband of your shorts. The older man unbuttoned the shorts and tugged them down your hips. Jack did the same with your panties. You lifted your ass to help, and then you just laid there: naked between them, your skin flushed and glistening.
Jack stood and shed his jeans and briefs, his cock already stiff, the tip wet. Robby followed, kicking off his pants. You watched them both, hunger in your eyes. You reached out and took Jack’s cock in your hand, stroking it slowly, while Robby knelt behind you and spread your thighs.
“Guys, I want you both inside me,” you breathed. “One in my mouth, one in my cunt. We’ll take turns.”
The younger man stepped closer, and you guided him into your mouth. You took him deep, tongue swirling around the head, hands gripping his ass. Moans vibrated around his shaft as Robby slid two fingers into your pussy, teasing your clit with his big thumb. You bucked against his hand, your mouth still working on Jack.
Robby leaned over your back, his cock nudging your wet folds. “Ready, babygirl?” he rasped.
You pulled off Jack just long enough to gasp, “Yes, Michael. Fuck me.”
He drove into you in one smooth thrust, and you cried out, the sound muffled as Jack shoved his cock back down you throat. Robby fucked you from behind, his hips slapping against your ass, while Jack face-fucked you. The room filled with wet sounds and grunts: the squelch of Robby’s cock pistoning in your cunt, the gags and slurps of you taking Jack’s length.
“Stop,” you ordered, breathless, pulling away from Jack. “Let's change positions. I need to feel you both inside of me. Now.”
The men obeyed you immediately. They repositioned. This time Robby sat back on the bed, cock standing up. You straddled him, sinking down onto his shaft, pussy gripping him tight. Jack knelt behind you, his cock aimed at your ass. He coated himself with the slick from your dripping pussy, then pressed slowly into your tight hole.
Both men groaned as their cocks filled you — Robby deep in your cunt, Jack stretching your ass. You leaned forward, your palms on Robby’s chest, and they began to move together in a rhythm that made you scream. Robby thrust upward as Jack pushed inward, a double penetration that had your eyes rolling back.
“Oh fuck, yes, both of you, fill me—”
Jack reached around and pinched your nipples while Robby’s thumb found your clit. You came hard, body shuddering, pussy clenching around Robby’s cock. He followed soon after, pumping his cum deep inside you. But Jack wasn’t done. He pulled out and spun you around, laying you on your back.
“I want your mouth again,” he growled, kneeling by your head.
You bit your lip with a smirk. “Say please, Jackie.”
“Please, baby. I want your mouth again… I need your mouth again.”
“Good boy.”
You took him eagerly, tasting Robby’s cum on your tongue. Robby moved between your legs, licking your clit clean, dipping into your still-dripping pussy. Jack shot his load down your throat, and you swallowed eagerly every drop.
You collapsed together on your bed, sweaty and breathing hard. You lay in the middle, one hand on each of their chests.
“That,” you said, grinning, still out of breath, “was better than I imagined. Thank you, guys.”
Jack and Robby exchanged a look — friendship deepened by something primal. They’d have you again. And again. And again.
