A/N: Sorry for another minihiatus. With the combo of being bipolar & getting my period (dysphoria central), I haven't really been feeling myself lately. Still very involved with this series and will be working on my one-shot requests for my "Oops All AU" event (I'll make a separate post for that). Very excited for you to read this update tho; I also have been loving writing Lyonel and the Reader flirting lol. Enjoy ^_^
CW: Panic Attack, Family still suxs, Maecy's MVP of this chapter, A lot of crying (but it's valid), Reader is really in her feels, Mention of dead mother, Lyonel is low-key already whipped
WC: 4,404
Everything was static.
You could only hear the pounding of your heart.
You felt like you were drowning.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t catch your breath.
Suddenly, Maecy’s face crowded your vision. Her cold hands cupped your face, like a flicker of a lighthouse in the distance. You could see her mouth moving, but couldn’t make out what she was saying. She removed one of her hands to grip yours as she held the back of your hand to her chest. You copied her chest, timing your breaths with hers as you began to calm down; land was in sight.
“There you are,” she said lightly, “That’s it, you’re doing so well, love.”
You nodded mutely, taking another deep breath; the thundering in your ears started to subside. Ruben was to your left; you could feel his warm palm through the cloth of the back of your dress as he rubbed soothing circles into your back.
“Here,” he said, pressing his canteen to your lips once your breathing had regulated. You took a deep sip of water as you squeezed Maecy’s hand and let go. Suddenly, the rest of your surroundings came back to you all at once. The loud music continued; you could feel the beat of the drums through the canvas of the tent behind you. The cold air bit at your hot skin, causing you to shiver. And at some point, Ser Ash had arrived. He stood between you and Lyonel; his hand cupping Lyonel’s shoulder to keep him at arm’s length.
“I didn’t mean to cause any harm,” he argued, but didn’t fight against Ser Ash.
“Regardless, you’ve caused her ladyship to have a conniption,” Ser Ash replied firmly.
“I’m fine,” you called out after taking one last deep breath. Ruban gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze before he and Maecy helped you up. You brushed your skirt down to make it sit properly. Despite feeling better, your face felt hot from shame. This was the first time in ages that you’ve had an episode. They were rare, but not unheard of for you. The first being a spiral from stage fright when you were a child. The latest was after an intense argument with your eldest brother over a year ago.
“What caused this?” Maecy asked, holding your chin as she dabbed away stray tears from your face.
“Ser Lyonel was just informing me that there is a rumor spreading of me being with child.” You answered, tone even.
“What?” Maecy said, pulling back and looking at Lyonel for confirmation.
“I heard it in your tent,” he said, hands up and palms forward in a sign of surrender.
“If it’s already made it this far,” Ruban started,
“Then there’s no way of telling when or where it started,” you finished with a sigh.
“I should inform my father,” you said somberly, “If he is not already aware.”
“Are you feeling up to that?” Ser Ash asked,
“Does it matter?” you asked, “We both know it will be worse in the morning.”
“Right,” Ser Ash nodded, “I will escort you to the donjon, then your bedchambers. You should not push yourself any further tonight, my Lady.”
“Alright,” you nodded, already feeling fatigued. Maecy and Ruben immediately fell in line behind Ser Ash. You paused in front of Lyonel. His lower lip was sandwiched between his teeth as if he were struggling to find words. His hesitancy a complete opposition to his confident and unabashed nature.
“My Lady, I am-”
“You are forgiven,” you interrupted.
“Really?” he asked, surprised.
“It was not your intention to upset me. Was it?” you asked.
“No, it was not, still most would want me to grovel for forgiveness.” He replied, his confidence seeping back into his words. His tone was lighter, close to a tease.
“Do you wish to grovel?” you replied back lightly, your tone now bordering on a tease as well.
“Perhaps,” he said, failing to hide his smile, “It would help with the guilt.”
You jokily hummed for a moment before replying.
“I doubt I have enough time for an exchange of that nature. If you are amenable, perhaps you could have something prepared for our next meeting.” You offered.
“I look forward to it, my Lady,” he replied, “I hope the rest of your evening goes smoothly as able.”
“Thank you, Ser,” you nodded with a smile, before joining in line with Maecy as Ruban and Ser Ash guided you to the outer edge of the cluster of tents towards the castle. You took a deep breath as your heartbeat began to regulate. Before your thoughts could wander, Maecy was elbowing you softly with a teasing grin. You responded with an affectionate eyeroll as you linked arms. Once you had made it back into the walls of the castle, a knight flagged down Ser Ash and informed him of the request of your summons in your father’s study. You were unsure if it was the fatigue from your episode or the fact that you were surrounded by those who cared for you, but for once, you weren’t scared of being the scapegoat in the meeting with your family.
Ser Ash and Ruben joined the other knights at the door of the study while you and Maecy pressed on into the room. You were greeted by the sight of your father at his desk, Sowyer and Elyana sat on a daybed, and Stefon, who was leaning against the wall next to the fire. The low light of the fireplace mimicked the intensity surrounding the room. Maecy’s hand found yours with a firm squeeze before you could even register your own anxiety.
“Are you aware of the rumor going around about you?” Your father asked, point blank.
Before you could respond, Elyana butted in.
“Maecy should not be here, should she? This is a family matter.” She said, Sowyer immediately hummed in agreement.
“Really? You wish to speak of family?” Maecy started before stopping as you squeezed her hand,
“Maecy, it’s okay, really.” You interrupt her, not wanting her to catch any strays of whatever in the seven hells was heading your way. You nodded encouragingly as she paused to look at you.
“I’ll be right outside,” she said low so only you could hear, before reluctantly releasing your hand.
“I’ll ask again, have you heard the rumor?” your father probed,
“I have,” you nodded, “Just before turning in for the night, I was informed and came straight here.”
“Is there any merit to this conjecture?” he asked.
“No,” you answered, shocked by his questioning, “I am under near constant supervision and have never left the grounds without an escort. When would I have had an opportunity to be with anyone?”
“And you have no idea where this rumor originated from?” he pressed.
“No, father.” You answer.
“Does it really matter? Her worth to our family is pitiful.” Stefon stated. While his statement stung, it also made you pause. For as long as you could remember, he had never missed an opportunity to find fault in you and rake you over the coals. His attempt at diverting the topic made everything click into place.
“You, you didn’t,” you said, staring at him in shock,
“I have no idea what you are on about,” he scoffed,
“Why would you start such a rumor?” you asked, failing to hide the emotion in your voice. You waited in a pregnant pause, your eyes locked on to each other before he glanced away and responded.
“You don’t deserve Lord Baratheon’s attention, let alone to distract him from Elyana’s advances.” He confessed, staring you down with revulsion you were well acquainted with.
“You fool,” your father yelled, throwing his chalice at Stefon’s head, dousing him in the remaining wine; the splatter caused the flames of the fire to spark upward, “If this rumor spreads, we will have no leverage in marrying her off. There are ten noble families here for the tourney; they stretch from all corners of Westeros. This rumor not only burns the bridges with them, but the entire fucking continent.”
“Regardless of how we have gotten to this point, her gallivanting around the grounds surely has not helped with her reputation.” Elyana cut in as your father lowered himself back into his chair, “I think it is only right for her to stay within the castle walls until the end of the tourney. If we act quickly, we could secure her a match before the rumor has time to spread to the rest of the noble houses not in attendance.”
“But-” you attempt to start before your father cuts you off,
“I think you have done enough for the day. Return to your quarters before you can cause any more problems.” He stated.
“Yes, Father,” you replied, not sparing any of your family a single glance before you turned on your heels and exited your father’s study.
“What happened?” Maecy asked, following behind you as you did not break stride on your way back to your chambers.
“It was Stefon,” you quipped, cursing the tears stinging at the corner of your eyes.
“What?!” she exclaimed, now in line with you. Despite your blurred vision, you knew Ser Ash and Ruben were not far behind from the clinking of their armor.
“I-I don’t know,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “I have been ordered to stay within the walls of the castle until the tourney is completed.”
“You're being punished for something your eldest brother did?” she asked at a loss.
“Apparently,” you replied, slowing down as you turned into the hall containing your chambers. You took a deep breath, stopping just short of your door as you wiped your face of tears.
“Oh, sweetling,” she sighed, reverting to the endearment she used most in your childhood. She pulled you into a hug, soothingly rubbing up and down on your back, only pulling back when your breath once again came back to a normal pace.
“Would you like me to stay for the night?” she asked, arms still wrapped around you.
“I don’t want to impose.” You replied hesitantly, still trying to wrap your head around how the evening had soured so quickly.
“You have never, and will never be imposing,” she scoffed,
“I wouldn’t mind the company then,” you replied softly. She nodded with a smile before looking past you.
“Nyra or I will come fetch you in the morning,” Ruban said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he turned and gave your shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
“Ser Ash,” he respectfully nodded at the older knight before making his leave down the corridor.
“Rest now, princess,” Ser Ash ordered softly, before opening the door of your chambers for you.
“I will, Ser,” you responded with a tired smile, before following Maecy into your chambers. The familiar sound of your door sliding shut and the creak of his armor as he stood guard comforted you with the knowledge that you were safe.
“My Lady-Oh,” Emilla cut herself off at the sight of Maecy.
“Emilla, if able, would you be able to draw a bath for my cousin and launder her clothing?” you asked,
“Of course, my Lady,” she nodded, “Would you like aid in undressing now or-”
“I’ll wait until she is done, thank you, Emilla,” you replied lightly, taking a seat at the foot of your bed as Emilla set off to fill the tub.
“Is this your way of saying I smell?” Maecy teased,
“Well, I fear it would be a lateral move to sleep in the stables, as next to you.” You joked back, causing her to smile.
“I suppose I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” She agreed with a laugh, “It’s been ages since I was able to bathe anywhere outside of a stream. Warm water is a luxury.”
“I’ll never forget how shocked you were when you found out there are no options but a stream while on the road.” She reminisced,
“Maecy, I was only eight.” You sighed,
“You were old enough to know better, though I will admit you did take after your mother well. In a few short days, you had fully adapted to life on the road.” She smiled, “It was a shame that your father forbade any travel after you first flowering.”
“I do miss it,” you agreed as Emilla filled your tub, “It was difficult to return, there was so much to learn and experience outside of these walls.”
“There still is,” Maecy affirmed, “Exploring is in your blood from both sides of your kin. It is cruel of your father to cage you.”
“Would you like any specific scents, my Lady?” Emilla asked Maecy.
“Whatever her ladyship’s favorite is,” she answered, nodding at you.
“Right,” Emilla nodded, sprinkling Epsom salt, oil of peonies, and some dried petals, “Would you like assistance?”
“I’ll manage, thank you,” Maecy answered, stepping around the folded partition that separated your bath from the rest of the room. Emilla helped you undress and collected your and Maecy’s clothing to be laundered while you slipped into a fresh pair of small cloths and an opaque slip. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sound of Maecy’s over exaggerated sigh as she slipped into the bath.
“Is there anything else I can assist you with tonight, my Lady?” she asked you,
“No, I will be taking my breakfast up here. Please make sure there is enough for Maecy as well.” You answered, Emilla parted with a smile and a curtsy.
“You know this may be a blessing in disguise,” Maecy said after a moment, making sure you both were alone as one can be in your castle.
“How so?” you asked, once again taking a seat at the foot of your bed.
“If your maidenhood has been compromised and your ability to marry for alliance is gone, there is no reason to keep you from traveling with our house.” She expanded, the water shifting around her as she began to cleanse her body.
“I,” you paused, letting the idea sink in, “you’re right,”
“Of course, it would ultimately be up to you, but you will always have a place in our caravan.” Maecy added, “I wish for you to do whatever makes you happiest.”
“I suppose that would be anywhere, but here.” You answered candidly, “But if Stefon has fully soured my stock, then I doubt my father would object to it.”
“Even if he does, it wouldn’t be hard to steal you away,” She commented, “I doubt they’d go after you.”
“You’re probably right,” you agreed, “There is no need to waste the resources of tracking me down if I no longer have use to my father.”
“Is there a contingency plan?” Maecy asked,
“They wish to marry me off as soon as possible, to hopefully outrun the rumor,” you explained.
“That’s asinine,” she scoffed, “Maybe if Elyana hadn’t reached out to families from all over Westeros, it’d be plausible. But for a wedding of this nature, the nuptials and negotiations can take many moons. It also thwarts their whole plan of marrying Elyana off if you must be wed first.”
“Even if they can beat the rumor, it’d most likely be at a deficit." You added, mind still plagued by Stefon’s confession.
“I just don’t understand why he hates me.” You sighed, “I cannot remember an incident; he’s been treated this way for as long as I can remember.”
You heard the water once again shift as Maecy exited the tub and began to dry.
“I just wish I knew what it was, so at least I would have a shot at fixing it.” You added,
“Love, I can assure you that his actions are in no reflection of you.” Maecy comforted, rounding the corner of the partition, now dressed in a fresh slip.
“It never felt like my place to tell you, but with his recent actions, I no longer have any apprehension,” She said, taking your hand and sitting beside you. “He was quite close to your mother when he was still a boy. When she passed away months after your birth from an unknown illness, it must have altered his reality. A once sweet boy flipped into who he is now. I am unsure if he blames you or if you were simply the easiest target for his rage, but I know for certain there is nothing you directly did to invite this kind of treatment.”
“I suppose that makes sense, I just, I don’t know how you could treat anyone, especially kin that way.” You sighed,
“That is because you are nothing like your kin.” Maecy comforted, “You are kind and empathic beyond most who were raised in a position of power. It still shocks me that you have no memories of your mother when you exude so much of her character.”
“Really?” you asked,
“Yes, you are even as noble as she was when it comes to serving your house.” She expanded with a soft smile, “When the sea serpents offered our house protection within the western coast of Westeros in exchange for a wife, your father chose her. She was completely within her rights to reject the offer, but she bravely took on the responsibility, knowing it would protect those she loved most.”
“She did?” you asked softly,
“Yes, dear,” Maecy smiled at you, “She was only able to take her fiddle and Ser Ash for insurance of her health and well being within these walls. I believe it was her own fruition to assign Ser Ash to you before she passed, knowing how it felt to be the only warmth surrounded by those cold-blooded creatures that dwell in the dark and lie in wait. If she were alive today, I know she would simply adore you.”
You took a deep breath as you felt the prick of tears for the third time today.
“Oh, love,” Maecy comforted as she pulled you in for a hug. Thankfully, this time you were able to blink the tears away.
“I think it’s time for you to rest, you had an especially eventful day, and we have yet to know what tomorrow will bring,” Maecy said. You nodded, not trusting your voice as you both got situated in your large bed. Sleep took you the second your head touched your pillow.
The morning greets you surprisingly well, to the point where you almost find it suspicious. You broke fast with Maecy and walked her out to the edge of the drawbridge, where Nyra, the most sought-after voice in Westeros (and another one of Maecy’s paramours), was waiting to walk Maecy back to their tent. You briefly caught up with her before she and Maecy needed to take their leave to prepare for a performance this afternoon.
You reluctantly returned to the castle and made your way up to the library to try to find anything that could distract you from your containment. Stefon’s two children were there to greet you as their governess, the same one who had tutored you, was attempting to keep their attention through a lesson of High Valyrian. They both greeted you politely; thankfully, both took after their mother for now. Feeling inspired by their lesson, you selected one of the few and most expensive books in your family’s collection, written in High Valyrian. You settled in the window seat of a turret and cracked open the tome. You were barely through the preface when a knock sounded at the door of the library.
Your eyes widened as you took in Lyonel Baratheon standing in the doorway.
To say he looked out of place was an understatement. His outfit contrasts with the deep indigo and lilac embellishments around the library. He was dressed in black boots and trousers with a golden waistcoat over a smooth, silk-like black button-down. His hair was curlier than it had been yesterday after being reduced to waves from the constant putting on and taking off of his helmet. Before you could process the juxtaposition any further, your eyes were locked on the deep bruise on his left cheek. A bruise you had given in fleeting rage.
“My Lady,” he greeted with a smile, snapping you out of your thoughts and back to the present.
“Ser,” you responded,
“I would like to chat,” he stated, “If we could have the room,” he asked glancing at your governess.
“Mertha, would you be able to take leave with the boys, perhaps to lunch?” you asked. Both your nephews cheered, while Mertha spared you a sideways glance.
“Or you could play a game?” you offered, immediately catching the young boys’ attention.
“What game?” Asten, the older of the two, asked.
“When I was around your age, my siblings and I would see whoever could speak in High Valyrian the longest.” You explained, “If I’m not mistaken, the winner would get an extra serving of dessert?”
“That’s right,” Mertha said, “although I doubt either of you could outlast her ladyship,”
“I can last longer than Asten,” Barden, the younger of the two, declared,
“Can not,” Asten argued.
You bit back a grin as they took the bait.
“Well, let’s see, starting now, whoever out of the three of us can last the longest will get an extra portion of dessert. Understood?”
“Yes,” Both boys answered in High Valyrian.
“Let us give your aunt some privacy,” Mertha ordered, collecting the slate boards they had been writing on as each boy gathered their books. Lyonel stood to the side as the boys immediately started to antagonize each other in HV, running out of the room.
“The door stays open,” Mertha quipped, eyeing Lyonel with a firm look before she turned and followed at a brisk pace after the boys.
“She’s delightful,” Lyonel commented as he walked deeper into the room.
“To be fair, she was my etiquette teacher.” You replied, “She’s been the governess for our family since my sister started her schooling. Although I think she may request an early retirement once Stefon’s children hit puberty.”
“Do you often trick children into learning?” he asked,
“Only when I can make it seem like their idea, or if Mertha looks especially rung out.” You replied lightly.
“I suppose if I were in charge of your brother’s offspring, I’d need a break too.” He mused.
“Is there a reason I’ve been graced with your presence, or did you come just to observe my nephew’s academic endeavors?” you asked,
“I have an ordinance with your father, but I wished to speak with you first.” He responded, “May I?” he asked, nodding at the cushioned seat on the opposite side of the half circle of the seating built into the turret.
“Yes,” you nodded, sitting up from your lounged position so your feet dangled above the floor and your back was pressed back against the window. The light tone in the room shifted to something serious.
“Ruben informed me that it was your eldest brother who started the rumor in the hope that tarnishing your name would draw more suitors, particularly me, to shift their focus.” Lyonel started, “This, however, has drawn negative attention towards your sister as well.”
“It has?” you asked,
“Yes, this morning the gossip has diverted from you to question your sister’s virtue. It has also brought into question the hold your father has over his house, let alone his ability to serve as an ally.” Lyonel summarized.
“It has?” you asked in shock, your posture becoming rigid.
“Unfortunately, yes.” He nodded with an empathetic tone, “All of this is to say is that I have an offer he would be a fool not to take.”
“What kind of offer?” you asked,
“Outside of the Lannister, who now have no interest in merging with your kin, my house has the largest land holdings, wealth, and power out of the remaining houses in attendance.” He started, pausing to take a breath, “I would like to ask him for permission to formally court you.”
“What,” your heart stuttered, “Why would you-”
“I’m aware we have only made acquaintance less than a week ago, but in that time you have shown yourself to have the character of someone I was not aware I was looking for. You have been faithful to your house beyond doubt, you are able to keep up with my spirit, and you are able to handle situations diplomatically with an aura of calmness I'll never be able to possess.” He confessed,
“You also aren’t exactly hard to look at,” he tagged on with a grin as you processed all of what he just said.
“I slapped you,” you blurted out, still trying to comprehend his offer.
“I believed I more than deserved that,” he responded with a laugh, “It only adds to your character that you are not afraid to put me in my place when I am out of line.”
“You're insane,” you replied at a loss, not able to see the situation with his vision.
“Perhaps,” he nodded, “But you are also the first person I have been compelled to ask for their hand.”
“You seriously want to court me?” you asked,
“Deadly serious, I have already sent word of my intentions to my father.” He replied.
“We barely know each other.” You said, still at a loss.
“I do believe that is the purpose of courtship, my Lady,” he replied, grin widening.
“And you have not yet asked my father?” you clarified,
“No, I want it to be your decision if we are to enter into courtship and if we are to wed afterwards.” He said in an even tone, “My ordinance with your father is not until midday. I will leave you with your thoughts. Please alert me to your decision as soon as it is made.”
Nothing had ever been your decision before. Despite your apprehension, you knew well that this was the best option, not only for you, but for your entire house. If you wished to see your family survive the limelight of this scandal, your decision was already made. But, despite your reasoning, there was still an overwhelming part of you craving the anonymity of being a beating drum. The only attention you garnered would be earned through your talent and not by default of your family name. You were at a loss of your heart and mind.
A/N: As always, thank you for taking the time to read 🫶 Hoping to update soon 💛
I think I need to start sharing more of my ideas with y’all… I get a little too backed up with my projects and take too long in between and then I lose interest because I think you will also lose interest?
So, roll with me, please…
Hucklerabbot x Reader. TW: Anal.
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You’re on Robby’s lap, and Dennis is on Jack’s. You’re both riding them, right next to each other on the couch.
It feels like a competition to you at first. They brought Dennis in kind of randomly it seems, you feel a little jealous.
But then Dennis is grabbing for your hand when he’s cumming first on Jack’s cock, and you’re following soon after. You kiss for the first time as you gently fall into one another’s embrace, cheeks pressing together, the older men smirking under you as the two of you whimper in simultaneous pleasure.
A few days later they find out you’ve never done anal before. Suddenly you’re in between two arguing Doms that claim they can take better care of you than the other can, and you are trying to relax and you look up into the most caring and understanding eyes you’ve ever seen…
You crawl out between the two attendings and wrap your arms around Dennis.
“I want you to do it…”
Dennis freezes. He’s not as tall, not as imposing, but you feel the taunt muscles of his arms wrap around your midsection, and his warm nose nuzzle into your neck.
“Whaddya’ mean?” He murmurs into your neck.
“You…you do it all the time with them…”
You look behind Dennis at Robby, and then at Jack. Your eyes are filled with genuine tears when you look back at Dennis’ gaze.
“Please, I’m scared, please…”
Jack and Robby glance at each other, then look to Dennis as you bury yourself into his neck, arch your back and whine.
Dennis cradles your face in his hands, eyes half-lided, cock hard and laid out against the soft curve of your thigh.
“Please…” you beg once more, kissing his neck and placing one of his hands back on your hip.
Dennis’ eyes flicker to Jack and Robby’s, and as soon as he sees them both give a gentle nod of approval, he flips you over and buries his tongue in your asshole, then starts working in his cock.
Robby seeing Jack flirt with two women in front of him, only to then find out from Santos his emotional support Whitaker might be taken advantage of. Also because he might jealous.
After the initial failed attempts of losing your virginity to Robby, he enlists Jack for backup to get you out of your head and into their sheets.
WC: ~4,310
Poly!Rabbot x Demisexual!Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut, Oral (M & F) Receiving, first time, virginity lost, Poly!Relationship, age gap (Unspecified but present (Reader is of age)), cum eating, PIV, Smut ( but intimate), unprotected sex, cream pie, Blindfold, Blindfolded sex, Mentions of sex toys + masturbation, they talk her through it 💛
Original Anon request ask/response: here
You didn’t know how to feel.
I mean, there’s no guide to tell you what you’re supposed to do/feel when your partner and his husband invite you over for a threesome, is there? Especially when you have zero to no experience. I mean, technically, it wasn’t explicitly an invite for a threesome. You were spending the weekend with the couple because your time off overlapped, and they said they’d like to spend it with you, no pressure. Fucking Robby, with his stupid, dumb doe eyes and his empathy and his respect for your boundaries and needs. And fucking Jack with his steadiness and reassuring nature. You wanted to fall into an abyss and never come out. Jack hadn’t even picked you up yet, and you could feel your heart palpitating.
God, you were so fucked.
You never intended to be a virgin at your age. I mean, does anyone, outside of religion or other cultural norms? You couldn’t help that the idea of a one-night stand or, honestly, hook-up culture in general gave you the ick. You were no prude; you had sexual desires and fantasies, but only situationally. You had to know/have a strong connection with people for sex to ever make it onto the table, let alone act on your desires. No, instead, you avoided romance altogether and spent your youth focused on your schooling and career. While you were damn proud of yourself and what you accomplished as a nurse practitioner, there was a never-ceasing nagging thought in the back of your mind of how you’d never experience love like others do so easily. That envy kept you up at night, wishing you could just be ‘normal’. Not that losing your virginity while having a threesome with your partner and his husband would be normal, but it’d at least take away the societal pressure and the title of ‘virgin’ that’s been hanging over your head since forever.
Your head snapped up as Jack’s truck pulled up in front of you. You were surprised to see that both Robby and he had made the fifteen-minute trip to your place. Robby met you with a smile as he hopped out of the truck and pecked your lips before taking your bag from you. He shepherded you into the front section of Jack’s extended cab. You could feel your face heat as you realized you’d be taking the middle seat, the gearshift between your legs.
Fuck, why did you have to be wearing a dress?
“Hey,” Jack greeted with a grin,
“Hey,” you replied with a small smile, nerves still teasing your stomach.
“So, how were your first couple of days off?” Robby asked, piling in after you before Jack pulled away from the curb.
“Good, I’m actually caught up on book club for once.” You answered.
“Is that the one you’re in with other nurses?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, everyone works in the Pitt, so there’s no pressure to finish the book fully because of how chaotic our schedules are like, but Dana always knows when I don’t finish it,” you laughed.
“Does she call you out for it?” Robby asked,
“Worse, she just smirks at me over her wine glass, like she knows everything.” You say with an exaggerated sigh, “I mean to be fair, she does, but still,”
“What book were you reading this month?”
“One Last Stop, it is a queer romance book that Princess picked out.” You answered,
“Is it normally romance?” Robby asked, his left arm comfortably resting on the seat behind you.
“Not necessarily, it just depends on whose turn it is to choose. Jesse picked out a sci-fi thriller last month.” You responded.
“Are you accepting new members?” Jack asked,
“Oof, sorry, no doctors allowed,” You answered with a teasing grin, “While it’s about the book, we mainly meet to veg out or vent.”
“Couldn’t make an exception for us?” Robby asked, right in your ear, causing an unconscious shiver to shoot through your spine.
God, you hated how unconsciously in tune your body was to him. You couldn’t already be wet, could you?
“Afraid not,” you laughed, attempting to cover up your reaction, “The only doctor I could see us making an exception for is Mel. She looked like a kicked puppy when we told her it was just a nurse thing.”
You settled into a comfortable silence as you got outa and settled into their townhouse, your bag parked at the bottom of their steps. Casual conversation flowed freely as you helped make dinner and relaxed on the couch afterwards. Everything had gone smoothly until you were three hours in, curled up between them, watching a movie. That was until a sex scene started to play. You could feel the heat of embarrassment crawl up your neck as you played with your hands, attention solely on your lap as the moans got louder and louder, until nothing.
Your head shot up seeing the scene had been paused; Jack and Robby looking down at you.
Fuck, this was happening,
“You alright, sweetheart?” Robby asked, squeezing your shoulder.
“Y-yeah,” you nodded,
“We can watch something else,” Jack offered,
“No, it’s fine, really,” you replied, face on fire.
“You sure?” Jack asked,
“Yeah, it’s not the movie itself, it’s just…” You trailed off,
“Sex in general?” Jack asked, finally addressing the elephant in the room.
“Yeah,” you nodded shyly, “I’m just, um”
“Turned on?” Jack said, not one to beat around the bush,
“Mhm,” you hummed, looking back down at your hands.
“We’ve talked about it a bit already, but are you sure you want this, sweetheart?” Robby asked.
“Yes. I’m physically 1000% there, fuck, I get so fucking wet thinking about you both, even when I should really be focusing on anything else. I just get caught up and have to try so fucking hard to school my thoughts and focus up again.” You confessed.
“Are you wet right now?” Robby asked,
“Mhm,” you hum with a nod,
“What do you think the problem is?” Jack asked,
“I guess, well, I just get in my head and lock up.” You sighed, looking up between them, “Like I want it so badly, emotionally and physically, but the second my brain gets there, I choke.”
“Do you masturbate?” Jack asked,
“Yeah,” you nod, feeling heat crawling up your neck.
“Is it mainly clitoral? Or do you penetrate with your fingers or any toys?” He followed up.
“Both?” you replied shyly, “If I’m intentionally masturbating, I have a thin, penetrating vibrator that looks like a long bullet vibrator. It’s like the width of a large tampon. If I’m masturbating after a hard shift, I will just use my fingers after I get out of the shower to relax.”
“And you can orgasm that way?” Jack followed up,
“Yeah,” you nodded,
“Do you watch porn?” Jack asked again. His clinical tone took away your anxiety; it was just simple yes-or-no questions. Your emotions were only a small factor; he was working to ease your brain from jumping the gun like always.
“No, but I um, do listen to audio erotica,” you swallowed,
“Why do you like it?” he questioned.
“It’s just more intimate,” you answered after a moment, “I’ve always felt a disconnect with traditional porn.”
“Do you like that it tells you what to do?” He asked in a reassuring tone.
“Yeah, it’s just nice not to have to think about anything.” You confessed, “It um, feels nice to be bossed around.”
“You like it when Mikey bosses you around at work,” Jack asked, smirk plastered on his face like he already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” you nodded, taking a breath, heat flooding your face as Jack gets more personal and steps away from the clinical talk.
“Do you get wet when he’s mean?”
“Mhm,” you hum, biting your lip as you break eye contact.
“Do you like when I’m mean?” he asked, catching your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact.
“Yes,” you confessed.
“Alright, I got a plan then,” Jack said, smiling at you,
“Give us a minute,” he said, looking over your head at Robby. He helped you up before pausing, “What’s her safe word?”
“Code, and the traffic light system,” Robby replied.
“Got it,” he nodded, fingers interlaced with yours as he guided you to their bedroom.
“What’s the plan?” you asked, looking up at Jack. He hummed as he came back from their walk-in closet. You let out a sigh of relief as you saw he was just holding a blindfold, knowing that that was where they kept their sex toys.
“Well, based on what you and Mikey have told me, you tense up and get ahead of yourself when he starts to move past kissing. The farthest you got was going down to your underwear, right?” he asked,
“Yeah,” you answered bashfully.
“So, I was thinking we give your mind a break and take your vision out of the equation. Instead of watching and tensing up when you get into unfamiliar territory, I’ll be there the whole time guiding you. Does that sound okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “That makes sense,”
“If at any point you feel uncomfortable. Tell. Us. Your only job tonight is communicating whether you’re alright or not.” He said, looking down at you sternly.
“Got it,” you nodded,
“Good,” he rewarded you with a peck before shifting behind you,
“Is this too tight?” he asked, securing your blind fold.
“No,” you answered.
“Can you see at all?” he clarified,
“No,” you answered again.
“Good,” he affirmed, his gruff voice causing you to unintentionally squeeze your thighs together, “You can come in, Mikey.”
You hear a familiar gait pass you. You assume he takes a seat as the bed creeks. Jack gently turns and walks you slowly over in front of Robby.
“Alright, good. We’re gonna skip ahead if you’re comfortable. I want you to slowly strip for him. You can be a big girl and do that right, baby?” Jack husked.
“Yeah,” you answered, nerves still present. Jack acted as your anchor, your back flush with his front.
“Good, now I want you to strip down to your panties,” Jack ordered,
“Kay,” you replied, your arms tentatively crossed before grabbing the hem of your dress and slowly shifting it over and off, leaving you in your panties and bra.
“Keep going,” Jack encouraged. Robby remained silent, only giving away his positions from the small creaks of their mattress. You hesitantly reached for the center of your bra’s front clasp. A shiver ripped through you as Jack helped you out of it and threw it to the floor to join your dress.
“Fuck, she's beautiful, isn’t she, Mikey?” Jack asked,
“Fuck,” you heard Robby groan, “So stunning,” he agreed.
“Can I touch you, sweetheart?” Jack rasped,
“Yeah,” you nodded, before you choked on an inhale as Jack cupped your breasts, teasing your nipples. “Jack,” you moaned as his callused fingers tugged and rolled your nipples.
“Fuck, she’s so sensitive, Mikey,” Jack said, addressing him like you weren’t stationed between them. You whined as one of Jack’s arms looped around you, pulling you back for support as his other skirted down your front, hovering above your core. Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of Jack’s member against your back.
“Can I take these off?” he asked,
“Please,” you whine, rubbing your thighs together. A moan cut through you as he cupped your core.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned,
“How’s she feel?” Robby asked, voice tight.
“Wetter than you could believe.” Jack answered, “Fuck, sweetheart, we’ve barely started. You always get this wet? How many panties have you ruined? Fuck, I bet you could leak through your scrub bottoms. Everyone would know then, huh? How wet a needy little slut like you gets over a little man handling.”
“Jack,” you couldn’t help but whine, face hot, thighs gripping his hand tight.
“Baby, if you want me to help, I’m gonna need my hand back.” He teased. You took a breath before parting your thigh to let him out, only to find yourself whining at the cool air hitting your now exposed core; ruined underwear fallen to your feet.
“Alright, fuck if it were anyone but Michael, you wouldn’t even need lube.” Jack groaned, “We’re gonna get in bed, okay?”
“Kay,” you nodded, blindly following behind Jack. You could hear them both shuffling around as you stayed still, kneeling on the bed.
“Okay, I’m against the headboard, you’re gonna sit in front of me,” Jack said, guiding you over to him. Once seated, he looped his arm around you and pulled you back so you were flush against his front. You anxiously swallowed when your back hit his warm, bare chest. You could feel the absence of his prosthetic as his legs rested outside of your own. The only thing separating you was the cotton of his boxer briefs.
“Still good?” Jack asked,
“Yeah,” you blindly nodded.
“Good, now Mikey’s gonna kiss you, and then he’ll start working down your body. Then he’s gonna eat you out, is that still okay?” Jack asked,
“Can’t-can’t he just fuck me?” you asked, nerves rising.
“He could, but I think you’re gonna like this a lot better. We don’t want it to hurt anymore than it has to.” Jack answered, “Do you need to stop?”
“No, um, it’s just,” you took a breath, “It’s just hard to gauge if you guys are into it with the blindfold on.”
“Sweetheart, I can assure you that we are very much into it,” Robby reassured, “I’ve wanted to have you cumming on my tongue for months.”
“I want to see how pretty you look when you cum,” Jack said. You gasp as you feel him grinding lightly up against your back.
“Okay,” you nodded, “we can keep going,”
“God, you’re such a good fucking girl for communicating,” Jack husked, nipping at your neck. You couldn’t help but whine as he focused in on that spot, sucking and nipping at your throat. A gasp escaped you as you felt a second pair of lips on the other side of your neck. Robby’s beard tickled you as he worked down your throat, skirting down to your chest.
“Fuck,” you gasped as he sucked your nipple into his hot mouth, while his hands teased the other; his massive hands making you feel small. Your head lulled back onto Jack’s shoulder as you whined from every suck, twist, and pull of your nipples.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Jack asked, finally pulling back from your throat, “Do you like him playing with your chest?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, trying to rub your thighs together, only to be stopped by Robby’s body kneeling between them.
“Baby, you gotta talk when I ask you a question, or we won’t know what you like,” Jack said,
“I lik-fuck,” you whined as Robby’s teeth scraped against your nipple, “I like it, mhm, please,” you begged,
“What do you want, love?” Jack asked, as Robby started to trail kisses down to your mound, beard scuffing against your stomach.
“I wanna cum, please,” you panted.
“Alright, baby,” Jack allowed, “you’re gonna feel some pressure on your outer lips as Mikey opens you up,”
“Fuck,” Robby groans, hot breath fanning over your exposed core, “She’s so pretty, Jack,”
“Yeah?” Jack asked,
“Mhm,” Robby hummed, “She’s got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen,”
“Michael,” you whined, pussy pulsing,
“Sorry, honey,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to your clit,
“Fuck,” you gasped,
“Like that, sweetheart?” Jack teased, “Like Mikey playing with over 10,000 of your never endings?”
“Mhm,” you moaned as Robby took a tentative lick against your clit, “Fuck, please,”
“What do you want, baby?” Jack asked. Robby’s facial hair tickling you as he honed in on your clit.
“Wanna, fuck-” You gasped as he started to trace over your opening, mouth still attached to your clit, “Wanna cu-PLEASE,”
“You heard her, babe,” Jack said, letting out a warm laugh, his mouth going back to your throat as Robby dragged a finger up and down your slit before thrusting a finger into your heat.
“Fuck, please, mhm,” you moaned, enveloped in pleasure. Earning a harsh suck from Robby as he slipped in another finger and curled them against your front wall.
“Fuck,” you gasped, as his fingers found a rhythm, too far gone to be embarrassed about the squelching as he fingered you to the base of his digits and back.
“Jack,” you shuddered as he began to play with your nipples, mouth still attached to your neck. Your inhibitions slipped away, a stroke of heat burst in your core, sending you over the edge.
“Fuck,” you moaned, spasming around his fingers, thighs shaking as you cum. Robby worked you through it as Jack whispered praises in your ear.
“Fuck, just like that.” Jack groaned, “Such a good, fucking girl.”
You could only pant as you came down from your high, Jack’s hand rubbing gentle circles into your hip as Robby eased his fingers out.
“Can,” you took a breath, “Can I take the blindfold off?”
“Of course,” Jack said, sliding it off with one gentle tug,
You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the light, Robby’s face hovering above you.
“There’s my girl,” he smiled down at you. You returned a shy smile, heat rushing to your core at the sight of his wet beard.
“Do you want to keep going or call it for today?” Jack asked,
“I wanna keep going,” you decided, “Wanna feel you cum in me.”
“Fuck,” Robby cursed, as you looked up at him through your lashes. His own face reddening.
“Do you want me to leave, or-”
“Please stay,” you interrupted, “I was kinda thinking I could give you head while he fucks me so I have something else to focus on.”
“Fuck,’ Jack groaned, “Okay, how do you want us, sweetheart?”
“I was thinking he could take me from behind, while I suck you off?” you half-asked, half-told.
“So, you want to be on your stomach, while giving me head, and Mikey will fuck you from behind?” Jack clarified.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“Alright, you heard her,” Jack said, smirking up at Robby. He flipped you over on your stomach as soon as Robby slipped off the bed, catching your jaw as you went to look back at Robby.
“I think it’d be best to wait and see him afterwards, I don’t want you stressing over it,” Jack said, stroking your cheek.
“’kay,” you nodded, pushing yourself up onto your forearms to give Jack enough room to shed his underwear. You unconsciously bit your lip as his cock came into view. As a medical professional, it was far from your first time seeing a penis, but the sight of it still made your breath catch in your throat. You could feel saliva pooling in your mouth at the idea of sucking him off.
“Still with us, kid?” he asked, cupping your chin and tilting it up to force eye contact.
“Yeah,” you replied with a gulp,
“Alright, if at any point you want to stop, but can’t talk, I want you to pinch my thigh hard, okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. He smiled down at you before swiping something off his nightstand and tossing it over you to Robby. You then heard Robby, uncap it, and squirt out what sounded like a lot of lube.
You involuntarily whine as the slick head of his cock taps your entrance.
“Ready?” he asked,
“Yes,” you replied evenly, a whine immediately keened in your throat as he breached your entrance. His fingers found your clit and rubbed it to ease the burn of his stretch. Despite his snail’s pace, it still felt like you were being split in two.
“Fuck,” you moaned, tears kissing the corners of your eyes at the new sensation of pain and pleasure. The tap of Jack’s leaking cock on your lips pulled you out of your head.
“Still with us, sweetheart?” Jack asked,
“Yeah, fuck”, you moaned as Robby thrust into you deeper than any finger could.
“I know Mikey’s a lot, but you’re doing so well,” Jack praised,
“Can I-Fuck” you asked, losing your thought as Robby pressed flush against you, his head kissing your cervix.
“Fuck,” Robby gasped, grip tightening.
“She tight, sweetheart?” Jack asked teasingly,
“Like a fucking vice,” Robby groaned, “Still doing alright, baby?”
“Yeah,” you moaned, involuntarily flexing, “I’ve never, fuck, never been so full,”
“Fuck, please don’t do that, honey,” Robby gasped, his grip on your hips turned bruising as he rested his forehead against your back, draped over you as he panted.
“Gonna cum so soon, handsome?” Jack teased,
“Shut up.” Robby groans, “Fuck.”
“Do you want to move?” you asked,
“Fuck, I’m alright, sweetheart, your body’s gotta get used to me first.” He answered, fingers never leaving your clit.
“Jack,” you said, pulling his attention back to you, “Can I,” you asked, nodding at his cock,
“Gonna have to properly ask,” he teased
“Can I suck you off?” you asked after taking a breath,
“Go ahead,” Jack answered, smiling down at you. A moan immediately ripped from his chest as you gently held his cock, and kitten licked from just below the head of his cock, up and over his slit, before sucking the head into your mouth. You minded your teeth as you took more of him into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut as the saliva pooling in your mouth streaked down his cock. You kept your grip light as your fist circled around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You tightened your grip until you heard Jack’s breath stutter, before you began to jerk him off. You twisted your wrist while giving him a hard suck every time you bobbed up around his head.
“Holy, Fuck,” Jack moaned, head tilting back. His hand wove through your hair, not to control you, no, Jack was holding on for dear life. Panicked, you pulled off, hand still wrapped around his base.
“Was that okay?” you asked, nervously.
“Okay? Fuck, baby,” he panted, stopping to take a deep breath, “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?”
“Um, I-um, I did a deep dive on giving head for beginners. I know I wouldn’t be able to deep throat either of you, but I still want you to enjoy it.” You admitted bashfully,
“Was it okay?” you asked again.
“Yeah, fuck, yes, angel, it was more than okay. Fuck, haven’t felt like I was gonna cum that fast in ages,” Jack confessed, cupping your cheek to wipe off the excess drool on your face.
“So, can I?” you asked, nodding at his hard-on, “I’ve never tasted cum before, and I want you both in me now,”
“Yes, but I’m not coming down your throat today,” he said sternly, “When I get close, I’ll pull you off and finish on my stomach, okay?”
“Okay,” you said with a bit of a pout,
“Baby, it’s your first time. I’m not gonna force it down your throat if you don’t like it, you could throw up. We can build up to that, alright?” Jack said, stroking your cheek,
“Okay,” you nodded, “Mikey?”
“Yeah?” he asked, taking a deep breath, as he lifted his head off your back.
“Can you start to move? It only stings a little now,” you asked,
“You, sure, sweetheart?” he asked,
“Please, if it hurts, I’ll pinch Jack. Promise.” You replied,
“Alright,” Robby agreed, as he started to slowly ease out of you, before thrusting back in a bit at a time.
“Fuck,” you whined, pulsing around him,
“Still good, honey?” he asked,
“Don’t stop, please, Mikey,” you border on begging, “So full, fuck”
“Fuck,” he moaned in agreement, gradually picking up speed. You started to feel spacy as you sucked Jack’s cock back into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as his fingers once again found their place threaded through your hair. You started up again, only lasting a few bobs before a moan ripped through your chest as Robby’s short strokes turned into deep pulls.
“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” Jack cursed. You doubled down, your bobs quickening and grip on his cock tightening. Suddenly, you were ripped off of his cock, as he cum splattered across his lower stomach up to his pecs.
“Fuck, please,” you begged Robby, “Please cum, I wanna feel you.”
A moan punched out of his chest at your earnest tone. His hips stuttered before he slammed himself back into you to the hilt. You whined as his warmth filled you. Robby fucked you through it before stilling, arm looped around your lower stomach to catch you from falling flat on the mattress when your arms gave out.
“Fuck,” you moaned, as he started to slowly ease out of you, cum leaking down your plush thighs.
“Still with us, baby?” Jack asked, wiping a bit of his cum off your face with his thumb before you greedily sucked it into your mouth.
“Mhm,” you hummed around it, whining at the loss as he helped you fall on your back between them. Robby was still panting to your left as you were busy catching your own breath. Jack smiled down at you both as he wiped his spent off with his discarded shirt. He nudged your shoulder when your eyes fluttered shut,
“Not yet, baby, gotta get you cleaned up before you sleep,”
You reluctantly pushed yourself up on your forearms as the thin layer of sweat coating your body began to cool and feel uncomfortable.
Your eyes widened as you took in Robby's flaccid penis,
"That was in me?" you asked, dumbfounded.
"Mhm," Jack hummed with a laugh, Robby groaned still recovering, "That's why we're taking an epson salt bath. You okay to move?"
“Yeah,” you nodded. Soon, you found yourself once again reclined against Jack in a steaming bath, warming your bones as they took gentle care of cleaning you up. You practically melted between them as they held you close under a set of freshly cleaned sheets. Happy to lose your long-lived title.
A/N:
Thank you so much for reading :3
Sorry for the gap in updates, I had writer's block. I'm gonna attempt to update on Mondays until school inevitably becomes too much. Hope you all had a lovely weekend and great start to your week ^_^
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