*uncontrollably rocking back and forth in my seat*
ugh one day im gonna write a proper pope cody fic but it gives me anxiety bc i just wanna make sure i capture him well and i haven't continued watching AK in weeks (and honestly might start from the top)
i'm on season 5 episode 8 (?) and of course i already know what happens at the end. my anxious avoidant ass is coping by Not Watching but then you see my dilemma
pair: jack abbot x gf!reader
summary: you were curious about trying butt stuff with your long-term boyfriend jack abbot.
wc: 4.5k
tags/warnings: free use, unspecified age gap, no use of y/n for self-insert, pet names baby/angel/good girl, she calls him baby/doc/sir, smutty smut smut, fingering, oral, penetration, creampie, the last 4 tags but make it butt stuff (f receiving), kitchen sex, anal plug, mutual orgasm, multiple orgasms, overstim, a lot of giggling, That Spot™, many fucks given and written and received, pwop, jack abbot is an eater, whats up doc, thumbs up, rattlesnake, jack abbot knows he has a big cock, jack abbot talks u through it, consent, fmc is an angel girl, lowkey gooey, “the spilled drop of subtly sweet milk from the cereal isn’t the only thing liquid on the counter”
a/n: this is a direct follow-up to this silly little thing i wrote on the subway last week and is also the single filthiest thing i have ever written in my entire life.
masterlist
Side A: Charli XCX feat. Uffie - “Babygirl”
A thumbs-up.
That’s the last notification you saw from your boyfriend Jack before drifting off to sleep last night.
You’d been up all night scrolling through explicit subreddits and opening links to porn videos on twitter, thinking about how anal sex might feel with Jack. How it might feel at all. So you texted him about it, asking outright and even attaching one of the gifs you pulled from the bird app, knowing fully that he was in the middle of a shift.
In the last text you sent him you asked if he’d ever tried it before.
He gave your text a thumbs-up.
He has no idea what that would ignite when you wake up.
Jack doesn’t realize just how much you've been looking forward to seeing him in the morning.
When he finally walks into the kitchen after his shift, he sees you first. You’re seated at the kitchen island with a bowl of cereal, one leg up on the stool while the other hangs below, elbows propped against your knees, casually lapping up the soggy Cheerios swimming in the subtly sweetened milk. You swirl the spoon around the rim of the bowl, tracing its porcelain circumference, when you hear the door open and watch your boyfriend emerge seconds later.
Jack shoots you a casual hey, wipes a bead of sweat from his silvery hairline before walking up to you and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, then another on your cheek, and then a last one on your lips, because you and Jack have never stopped at just one kiss. In your seated position you’re able to nestle your head comfortably in the nook where his neck meets his chest, tucked under his chin in a welcome embrace.
“How was your shift, babe?” you coo, nuzzling into his warmth. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you last night.”
“I can tell,” Jack replies with a grin; you can’t see it but you can tell he’s doing it by the slight twitch in his jaw right on top of your head. “Gotta be careful when I open any photos from you next time.”
“What, like the thought of someone seeing doesn’t get you off?” He can’t see the teasing, cheeky smile you’re making while pressed up to him, but you like to think that he can feel you, too.
“Not when I’m surrounded by trauma patients and MCIs at 2am,” he says. His tone remains tender, without a hint of sternness. You move away from his chest and gaze up at his hazel eyes while they catch sunlight. You’re not sure if your pupils are dilated but that’s how you’re imagining them right now while you admire the halo of silver hair kissed by the morning glow through the kitchen window. His eyes are on you, too. “So what, not much sleep on your end?”
You shake your head. “Maybe three, four hours max. You know how I can get when I'm hyperfixated.”
Of course he does. You and Jack may have been dating for less than a year, but that’s been more than enough time for him to really get to know you. And your quirks. And your appetites.
He knows you like to be watched when you’re naked, so he has no problem when you come out of the bathroom and walk into his room with a Turkish towel in your hair and nothing else while the drapes stay pulled from the bedroom window. He knows you like when he just uses your body and takes you whenever he wants. Wherever he wants. That’s why he doesn’t hesitate to reach under your oversized t-shirt and tug past the flimsy lace underwear to feel how slick you already are just by being there with him.
“My good, good girl,” Jack mutters, sliding one of his thick, worked-up fingers up your increasingly dampening entrance until he reaches your clit. “All this for me already?”
“What can I say? You excite me—mmm,” you reply, trying to play coy until his finger enters you and immediately steals your breath. Jack works you slowly while your inhales stutter, your eyes fixed upon each other. You can’t help but rock your hips when he adds another finger, feeling around you until you can feel the heat rising from the base of your belly to the tip of your spine. Like your cerebellum is vibrating. “I wanna feel you, Jack—wanna feel you everywhere—”
“You know you’ll need to prepare for that, right, baby? Might take you a few days to be ready for me. You know how big I am…”
God, you love when he admits it. You can’t help but smirk slyly before making a declaration of your own. “What if I told you I already ordered everything I’ll need for prep? It’s supposed to arrive before noon. So get your sleep while you can, Doctor Abbot, cos you’re gonna have to attend to me on your day off—ff—ffuuuu—”
Jack lowers his face and presses your still moaning lips into a rough kiss with his fingers still fucking you. Your hips buck in your seat as he kisses you, catching air when you can even if you really wouldn’t mind if Jack drowned you in affection. You place one hand around his nape and the other on his chest, palm tracing down his scrub top to the waistband of his pants. The slightest tug reveals exactly what you expect, the whole size of him, hard and straining against the fabric. You stroke it through his clothes once, twice, three times while the kiss gradually becomes more open mouthed. Wetter. More tongue.
“J—jack—f’—’m gonna c—” Your words are failing you, and that’s alright, because Jack is attentive, and he knows what you mean. He wraps his free arm around your back to keep you from falling off the stool as you come all over his fingers, your hanging leg shaking involuntarily from the sensation.
“I got you, I got you, angel.” Jack takes his fingers out of you so he can give you some more support, cradling you in his firm biceps while your breaths regulate. While your pulse syncs up with his. “You were so good, baby. Such a good girl for me.”
“Mmm,” is all you manage at first, and you plant two soft kisses along the side of his neck while clutching his arm with one hand. Your index and middle fingers rest on the vein that runs along his arm. Then you continue, “Mm…more.”
Jack smirks.
“So greedy,” he teases. He guides you as you step off the stool so he can hoist you up on the kitchen island. A patch of your slick instantly starts to pool on the surface while your hips keep rocking and your folds make contact with the cool stone. Jack leans closer into you so you can feel the heat of his breath on your face. Seeing that your underwear is still on, Jack reaches up your outer thighs and under your massive tee so he can grab onto the sides of your drenched panties. He pulls them down your thighs, your ankles, off your feet. Then he leans into you. You wrap your legs around him, nudging downward on his waistband with your big toes.
“Mm—these—off,” you mumble, cheeks still flushed and eyes blissed out. Jack lowers his bottom layers just enough so you can see where he aches, where he’s red and leaking— “ah, Jack, fuck!”
Jack pushes into you, and it feels like the first time every time: the way he eases in so you can feel yourself stretch around him, gradually taking him inch by inch before he pulls back out with a similar grace just before letting his hips crash into yours for the next one. The way he fucks into you this morning is slow but hard—your favorite kind—like he, too, has been looking forward to it since finishing up with the night shift.
“Fuck, Jack, fuck—” you yelp. Clinging onto him, your head drops to Jack’s shoulder, sinking your teeth into his shirt from the percussive intensity. “S-so good—aah—”
The puddle under your seat gets even wetter, and soon enough the sounds of clapping flesh are reverberating all over the kitchen, harmonizing with Jack’s and your gasps and grunts and heaved breaths. Beads of sweat build on your forehead, on your back, like the dew that forms on a delicate petal in the morning.
“Yeah, you like it when I fuck you like this,” Jack grunts. “You wanna feel this thick cock stretching out your tight asshole?”
You hum a strained mm-hmm and go back to kissing his neck.
“Words, angel.”
“Wanna—wanna feel you in my ass, Jack.” The confession brings you even closer to the edge. Saying Jack’s name while he fucks you tends to have this effect, like you’re completely offering your entire self up to him, your body, your mind, your soul so deeply engulfed in his love and attention.
And you love his attention more than anything in the world.
“Gonna come inside you now, angel, gonna—” Jack heaves, spilling into you before he can finish his sentence. He moans through it. His warmth fills you up, and it’s enough to make you come a second time. Your one hand clutches harder onto his shirt while the other finds the surface of the island, nearly knocking off the bowl you’d just eaten from, though you do hear the metallic clatter of your spoon against the tile floor. Yet again there’s a surge of heat throughout your body, and you can picture it radiating between you and Jack, as if your respective waves of pleasure are shared through osmosis.
You press your forehead against his for a moment and whisper I love you into Jack’s ear before he slides out of you and gives you two quick kisses on the lips. He envelops you in another hug before tightening his grip to support you as he helps you off the kitchen island.
“You alright? Want me to get you some water?” he offers, scratching where his leg connects to the prosthesis.
You nod. “Gonna go pee—should I get your crutch from the bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
“And maybe later, when you wake up, we can try that other thing we talked about?” you ask, playfully sheepish, as if subtlety was your forte. (Both of you know it’s not.)
“What time’s that delivery supposed to come in?”
“At like… 11, I think?”
Jack smirks. “Sounds like a plan.”
Side B: Charli XCX - “Wink Wink”
You’re scrolling through feeds on your phone while sitting with your legs crossed atop the couch cushion when Jack emerges in your periphery. He rests his crutch against the wall and does a big stretch, his muscular arms tensing as they reach toward the ceiling, then toward the walls, before relaxing them again on his sides. He smooths his charcoal grey t-shirt over his chest, the contact creating tighter nooks around the crutch, revealing his pecs under the airy fabric. You’ve just come across a funny meme that sends you giggling uncontrollably instead of saying hello.
“What’s so funny over there?” Jack asks, making his way toward you before settling next to you on the couch. He asks you to scooch over a bit and get closer to him. You uncross your legs, hips adjusting obediently, when he hears a soft, shaky sound, almost like a rattle. “What was that?”
You cozy up to him, your legs folded back up on the couch so your knees are nearly resting on his thighs while your feet point toward the arm rest. Humming a low chuckle, you can’t help but tease him.
“Lunch.”
You wiggle your hips deliberately so Jack hears that sound again.
“Hang on, you’re not wearing—”
You lick your lower lip before biting it and nodding, eyes seared onto his, hungry and lusting and oh so ready for him to figure it out.
“Fuuuck,” Jack’s lips curl into a wide grin when his hand glides down your back and along the curve of your ass to feel the smooth, flared base of the toy plugging your hole. “You prepped already?”
You sit up to face him so you can give him that playful glare you make whenever you’re feeling mischievous. “While you were sleeping.”
“Such an overachiever.”
“Just for you, babe.” You wink. “So, doc, what would you say is the standard of care for this affliction?”
Jack pulls you into another kiss, and you oh so willingly welcome his tongue into your eager mouth. His hand returns to your ass, and his thumb rocks your plug back and forth, causing the weighted ball inside to bounce around its enclosure. You moan hoarsely at the frenetic sensation coursing through your system while two of his fingers reach where you're already soaked from how much you want him. You can't wait to feel Jack circling and entering you from behind, opening you up there for the first time. Just the thought of it makes you wetter for him. Jack hums into your neck before he leaves a slow trail of kisses across your cheek, then he teases your slit with light strokes along your hungry folds.
Your muscles are begging to swallow him up inside you. Eyes close instinctively in response to the pleasure—
“Eyes on me, angel,” Jack says.
“Wanna ride on you,” you groan while two of his large fingers enter your pussy like an answered prayer. Just the feeling of them rubbing against the wall shared with the toy in your ass makes you arch your head back, exposing more of your throat. He just makes you so greedy, so severely insatiable when he makes you feel this good. “Wanna feel so full of you while I’m wearing it.”
“Not sure if we’re ready for that yet, baby,” he coos, teeth grazing your ear. His tone drops on the last word so you can feel the bass in his voice when it hovers against you, causing goosebumps to form on your neck. “I still needa taste you, need to train you, still gotta—”
Jack’s fingers curl into you, pressing and rubbing into That Spot™ that has you going dizzy, crossing your eyes and rocking your head and biting your lip and clenching your cunt. You end up letting out a high-pitched, feral moan that neither of you realised you were capable of. It’s the best fucking feeling, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet, at least not in the way you’re craving even more.
“ˆJack—fff–uuuckkk–”
Your body fully shudders while you continue to come from his fingers in your pussy, that toy in your ass that has you feeling like a horny rattlesnake. Ears ringing from the microexplosions of nerves and blood vessels on your face so that you can only slightly hear Jack’s voice guiding you back down with a “See, see that’s it, that’s my good girl, my perfect fucking angel. You look so fucking beautiful right now.”
His words delay your comedown because you know there’s even more to come—in more than one way.
When your breathing slows, Jack passes you some water from the end table next to the couch. The ice has melted and condensed all over the glass, but it’s still cold enough that it refreshes the hoarseness in your throat from your open-mouthed gasps for air.
“Ready for more?” Jack teases.
You laugh, one eye closing while you try to release the tension in your face. Words are hard to come by when you feel like this, but you’re able to manage a nod paired with a weak, “...bedroom?”
“Yes, angel,” he replies.
You get up from the couch and stand, facing him, and then you pull your shirt over your head so you’re standing in front of him fully naked save for the tiny black plug that rattles when you walk. “Tell me how you want me.”
“You said you bought supplies?”
“Bag’s on the island.” You point toward the kitchen with your thumb.
“Bring it with you.”
“Then what?”
“Then I want you on all fours on the side of the bed with your face down,” Jack instructs you gently, his eyes fixed on you. You exchange a knowing smirk when he continues with, “ass up.”
“So excited.”
You turn around, and Jack gives your ass a tiny smack. A shuddering sensation radiates through your body again. Fuck, you should have had this idea waaay sooner!
When you get to Jack’s bedroom you do exactly what he says, hiking up your hips toward the edge of the bed so he can easily stand behind you. With your face planted against Jack’s mattress you take in his scent, which you can’t describe in any other way besides the fact that it smells just like him. Knowing it’s scent of a man capable of giving you so much love and attention and care while also fucking you so fiercely you forget who and where you are—you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
Shit, you are the luckiest woman in the world.
You hear Jack before you see him.
“Good fucking girl,” he says, voice smooth yet textured like pebbled leather as he approaches you.”
The next thing you feel is a tug and a twist of the plug before Jack gently pulls it out. The novelty of that feeling makes you gasp and hum. It's a new form of relaxation you've never experienced before.
At the same time, you realize that from here on, you're not exactly sure what he'll do next. Now that you have a warmed up new opening for him to play with. All you've done is give Jack more options.
Yeah, you really have no idea.
So he makes you jump a little when the next thing you feel is a long, wet, upward stroke of his tongue from your hood and all along the length of your pussy. Your knee buckles and Jack places an observant hand on your leg to gently nudge it back in place.
“Keep your legs spread for me,” Jack hums into the space between your folds.
You do as he says. “Like this?”
“Perfect.” His warm breath hovers over you. “Before we do this, I need to make sure we’re aligned on a few things first.”
You give him a muffled, interrogative ‘hmm?’ and he laps on you a few more times.
“...taste so good, baby, I could stay here all day,” he mumbles, drawing strained moans as you melt onto his tongue. “...but now I’m gonna need you to promise you’ll be very open and honest with me. Remember how to answer me like the perfect angel you are?”
“I promise, sir,” you oblige, repeating the mantra he talks through every time you try something new together.
“Good girl,” says Jack. “Now do you promise you’ve cleaned and prepared for this to the best of your ability?”
“I promise, do—mmnnhhg—,” your response is interrupted when he gently bites on your inner thigh. “—sir.”
“And you promise that you are giving me your full, unadulterated consent?”
“I promise, sir.”
“And if, at any time, you decide not to proceed further, do you promise me that you’ll use the safe word we agreed on?”
“I promise.” You don’t address him intentionally, so he gives you another light smack where your bum meets the top of your outer thigh. “Promise, Doctor Abbot… So are we gonna do this, or are you just gonna keep talking about it?”
Another smack to your ass cheek has you mewling a “thank you” and then your open lips stretch into an “O” when you feel Jack’s tongue glide in a circle around that tight ring of muscle where you've never felt him before.
“Don’t forget to breathe, baby,” he reminds you, circling your hole a few more times before slowly, gently, entering you with his tongue on your exhale.
There are several reasons to love Jack Abbot, but fucking him—or, rather, getting fucked by him—has always been a highlight. It’s as if he’s constantly learning you, how your body responds to every new thing he tries with you. And today is no different: Jack eating the fuck out of your asshole and studying what makes your hips buck, what makes your muscles grip tighter around his tongue, what makes them relax.
It all feels new and foreign and you don’t know how to react, but your every breath is caught at the exhale. Every breath out is almost like a stutter. You feel like your brain is about to explode. You might as well be drunk for the rest of it.
Jack works you with his tongue a little more before he pauses and reaches into the recyclable tote bag at the foot of the bed. He retrieves the amber glass bottle of bougie water-based lube you ordered online and pumps the cool, slippery liquid over your hole, spreading it around with his fingers.
“Gonna get you ready for me, angel,” Jack says before introducing one finger gradually, deliberately, but you’re already so ready for him that you take it easily.
“More, baby, please, please, please,” you plead in supplication.
A second finger follows soon thereafter, and suddenly you feel full again, even more so than when you were wearing that tiny plug that’s really no match for how Jack’s going to feel when you finally get all of him.
“You’re doing soooo good for me, angel,” Jack assures you. God, you wish you could watch him. You wish you could see exactly what he’s doing to make you feel this way, wish you could see how hard he’s getting. You want to know how hard he’s getting, want to see for yourself that, without a doubt, all of this excites him just as much as it completely undoes you.
“Fuck—yes—need you inside me, Jack—now, baby—” you blurt through irregular breaths.
“Okay,” Jack croons before sliding his fingers out of you deliberately. Every gate of your body is pulsing, a metronome of metonymy hailing hungry praises, craving more of him. “Ready for me?”
More, more, more. It’s all you want, and it’s exactly what Jack plans to give you. In return you shower him with your endless gratitude, adoration, and the most tender side of you that’s reserved only for him and no one else. And, most importantly, you and Jack have each other’s unadulterated, unconditional trust—that’s exactly why you didn’t need to hesitate posing the question of trying this with him. You could only do this with someone you felt absolutely safe with, and so far, you’ve only ever felt that way about Jack Abbot.
When you turn around to face him, it doesn’t surprise you to see Jack completely naked and so, so very red and hard where he, too, is aching for you. Sitting on your knees and placing your arms on his shoulders and interlacing your fingers behind his head, you notice where his one leg is somewhat kneeling on the edge of the bed for balance. “Is this comfortable for you, Jack? I can be on top if that’s better.”
“I’m alright, baby, just focusing on you right now,” he replies, eyes darkening with his own flavor of desire. He puts one hand on your chin and tips it up toward him. Jack bites his lip when he asks, “...do you want to taste yourself?”
You nod, smirking, and he lowers his face to pull you into another kiss that has you moaning into his mouth, letting his tongue explore yours after being in your wet cunt and welcoming asshole. “So fucking perfect for me,” you say, echoing Jack’s words from earlier.
“Not as perfect as you, angel.” He tucks a section of disheveled hair behind your ear. “You look so beautiful… sound so beautiful… taste so fucking beautiful. I could do this forever.” Then Jack pauses, his smile straightening into a more serious expression. “...but now I’m gonna need you to turn around and take my cock in that cute little asshole of yours. Can you do that for me?”
The way he asks you is enough to send a drop of slick dripping down your inner thigh. You reply with an ecstatic “Yes, sir!” and return to your previous position so Jack can lube you up.
You can feel his leaking tip tease around your wet rim when he says, “Deep breath for me, angel.”
So you take a deep breath in. Hold it for a little. Your inevitably broken exhale allows Jack to ease into you. It’s a shock to the system at first, even with all that preparation.
“Aah—”
“Still doing alright, baby? ‘M about halfway in…”
“Mm, yes, so—keep going, baby, so good—” and you mean it, feeling him stretch you out, the whole girth of him gradually driving its full length into you. His hips press against your ass when he hilts, and you feel so full and he is so thick that you almost swear you can feel him in your pussy. He eventually finds a rhythm, rocking into you steadily while you bury your face into the mattress, alternating between full breaths and cock-drunk moans.
Your fingers dig into his bedsheets, clawing at the firmness beneath, and soon enough you can hear Jack moaning, too. His hands sink into your hips, his grip strong but not bruising, giving you the right balance of his considered tenderness while knowing fully well how rough you normally want him.
“So tight you're gonna make me cum real soon,” Jack grunts, fucking into you like he's about to split you open. He reaches around until he finds your clit, and the gentle circles introduce a familiarity that immediately sends you to the brink.
“Fuck, Jack, just like that—keep going—want you to fill me up with your c—aaah!” Between Jack’s cock in your ass and his finger on your clit, the sensation feels less like you're having just another orgasm and more like the orgasm is consuming you.
You're completely swallowed by the rush of blood to your brain that washes all over your body in waves, the thumps resonating in your ears that briefly disconnect you from reality. The way you tighten around Jack causes him to come as well, spilling his release inside you. Another new thing for you to feel today.
Jack collapses onto your back for just a moment, hands cupping your breasts as if apologizing for his negligence this time around.
“Thank you,” you sigh while he's still on you.
“By the way, I love you too, angel,” Jack says with a kiss to your cheek—and you turn your head so he can plant another on your lips—before propping himself back up so he can stand and grab his crutch again. “Don't forget to hydrate.”
You get up as well so you can go to the bathroom for your post-coital ritual. After taking one step through the bedroom door you double back, turning to Jack. “So… Can we try both holes next time?”
He waves you off with a bashful smile. “How bout we have some actual lunch first?”
“Okay, baby!” your voice drifts when you shut the door.
You can’t see Jack when he gives you two thumbs up, but you feel it. You just know.
2026 | thedivinegirlyp0p — do not feed this to any ai tool for any reason or else i will pray for ur sorrowful demise. replies and reblogs are my besties <3
it is literally impossible for me to watch this movie and remotely normal about titus danforth. like. my entire experience of the movie is colored by an unending desire
CW: D/s dynamic, kink, explicit sexual content, 18+, nsfw, mdni
Tags/warnings: soft dom!jack abbot, brat/good girl!reader, D/s dynamics, power imbalance (but consensual), explicit age gap (reader is mid 20s, jack is however old he is), pet names (kid/kiddo/baby), sub drop, aftercare, D/s relationship, might end up being daddy kink af but we shall seeee
Summary: You and Jack develop a dom/sub relationship
Status: hiatus
requests are closed for them <3
Chapter one - Kiddo
Summary: Jack takes care of you when you drop into subspace at work.
Chapter two - Cuddles
Summary: Going back to Jack's to unwind after shift and talk things through.
Chapter three - Daddy
Summary: Jack makes good on his promise to eat you for dinner and then some more.
Chapter four: Punishment
Summary: You don't mean to misbehave, but Jack still has to remind you of your place.
Summary: Robby comes home early from his sabbatical to find you, the resident neither he nor Jack were supposed to touch, fucking the night’s shift attending.
Warnings: age gap, implied power-imbalance Smut| getting caught, unprotected p in v sex, creampie(s), voyerism, pet-names for reader, praising, Dr. Michael ‘monster cock’ Robinavitch.
“Jesus Christ”
You were on your attending’s lap, busy riding the man, completely naked, sweaty, and flushed, when Dr. Robby opened the door.
“This isn’t exactly what I imagined when I asked you to house sit for me.”
Your mouth was open in a gasp, eyes wide with mortification as you froze from embarrassment.
Dr. Robinavitch had just caught you fucking Dr. Abbot... on his couch.
“Brother” Jack grinned as he looked behind him, not even a little fazed at the interruption. “You came back early.”
You could feel your face setting on fire as you desperately tried to think of what to do.
Robby’s eyes weren’t on you anymore as he got rid of his jacket and boots… this would be the perfect time to get up and scurry away towards the bedroom… Robby’s bedroom— Shit.
Your hands went to cover your bare tits as you tried to come up with something else.
“Decided to cut my sabbatical short,” Robby was explaining, “You all were right- as it turns out, I can’t go more than a month without the ED.”
You heard and felt Jack’s snicker, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles where he still held your waist.
His hard cock was still deep inside you, and as much as you hated having to depart from it, you really needed to get off and try to at least regain some decency.
Which is what you tried to do. You began rising from Jack’s lap, but in an instant, his eyes were on you, his brows furrowed.
“Where you going, sweetheart?”
He can’t be serious right now.
You glanced pointedly at Robby behind him, your voice barely a whisper as you murmured his name.
“It’s alright, honey, Robby doesn’t mind,” he spoke softly, his hands caressing you softly. “Do you, Robby?”
Robby’s soft chuckle came from somewhere closer than where he’d previously been.
“I sure don’t,” He was smirking once you slowly raised your gaze.
He’d walked to the edge of the couch, right behind Jack.
You felt your face burn with embarrassment- and yet your pussy clenched harder around Abbot as you caught Michael’s eyes drink you in.
“We were having such a good time,” Jack murmured, his mouth on your collarbones as he pecked your skin, “Would be a shame to stop now.”
Oh God, he was being serious.
“Jack- I-”
Were you dreaming? Was this one of the sick fantasies that materialized in your mind whenever Robby and Abbot were both on shift, and you had to squeeze your tights together at how incredibly hot of a pair they made?
Everything seemed to point in that direction, except for the fact that the feel of Jack’s fingers removing your hands from your naked chest was very much real- the same went for Robby’s voice.
“You know, sweetheart... we had a talk about you before I went away.”
You were bare again now, and Jack was making use of the space, filling it with delicious, taunting kisses as Michael spoke.
“Decided none of us were gonna try anything... didn’t wanna take advantage of you or anything….” His voice was rough and soft all at once as his hand went to cradle your cheek, “and now look at that.”
Heat bloomed low in your belly and on your cheeks as you heard yourself whimper.
What he was saying was… unbelievable. They liked you- both of them. Just as you liked them.
This was really happening- Dr. Robinavitch was watching you as you sat on Dr. Abbot’s cock. And they both looked incredibly casual, as if this were a daily occurrence.
“Since when has this been going on?”
When you didn’t answer, Jack stopped his ministrations on your neck to speak, “Just two weeks, man.”
“Is he lying to me?” Robby asked you, his head tilted in doubt.
“N-no,” You murmured as you cowered under his stare.
To that, he smirked, shaking his head as he muttered, “A week- that’s how long you lasted.”
“C’mon, man- you knew it was bound to happen.” Jack groaned, looking at you with a smirk as his mouth ghosted yours, “You’re too pretty not to do something about it.”
You felt your heart skip, and your hips involuntarily grind against Jack’s lap- causing you to whimper pathetically.
“Oh sweetheart…” Abbot cooed, his hands going back to rest on your hips, “Go on, take what you need.”
There was nothing you wanted to do more. As unusual as this situation was, you were so turned on that you feared you’d start dripping on the couch any second now.
Yet you watched the two men uncertainly, biting your lip as you went against your instinct to use Jack’s manhood to feel good.
“Go on, baby,” Robby encouraged you once your eyes settled on him, “Do as he said.”
His palm was still on your cheek, his thumb pulling on your lower lip to free it from your teeth’s grip… and you had no choice but to obey.
You started slow, shily grinding onto him, feeling Jack’s dick graze and reach all those sweet spots inside of you as your clit rubbed against his base.
Your mouth hung open as soft whines filtered through your throat. Robby’s hands held your face so you could only look at him- and the look in his eyes… the darkness in his iris and the locking of his jaw gave you all the more incentive to go faster.
You began raising yourself on Jack’s dick just to slide back down again until you found the delicious pace from before your interruption.
Your moans weren’t so quiet anymore as you struggled to keep your eyes open and gripped Jack’s shoulders for dear life, your nails probably leaving crescent moons on his skin.
“So good for me, baby,” Jack murmured against your neck, resuming his kisses on your salty skin as he thoroughly enjoyed the show. “Such a good girl.”
You cried like a desperate little thing at that, his dick hitting that spongy spot inside of you that had you feeling on cloud nine.
“Jack feels good, baby?” Robby’s voice felt muffled, as if the pleasure was acting as a sound shield.
“Y-yes,” You whined, your voice breathless, your movements more and more desperate, “B-big,” you cried brokenly.
You felt Abbot’s growl vibrate against your chest at that, and seconds later, you felt his mouth against your ear as he whispered loud enough for Robby to hear, “You’ve seen nothing yet.”
You didn’t have the brain capacity to understand what he meant by that, or to analyze the grin that spread Michael’s lips at those words, because all you could focus on was the growing sensation that sparked in your belly.
“Oh my god,” You whined, your thighs burning with the effort as the sound of your skin slapping with Jack’s echoed against the walls.
“It’s ok, baby,” Robby murmured, watching closely as your eyes almost closed and your brows furrowed in bliss, “You’re doing so good.”
You didn’t even realize you were doing it, but as Robby guided his thumb into your mouth, instinctually, your lips closed around it, sucking him in further.
“That’s it, baby,” he nodded, the weight of his finger on your tongue making you wish it was replaced by his cock. And that image… that image made your orgasm approach even faster.
Your moans were silenced by Robby’s thumb, but Jack could feel your walls gripping him like a vice.
“Let go, sweetheart,” he commanded, kissing the spot right beneath your ear. “Be a good girl and show Robby how pretty you look when you come.”
That was it.
You didn’t even have time to mentally prepare yourself that a bright white flash of pure ecstasy overtook your soul.
You came like the world would end tomorrow, your pussy spasming around Jack as he couldn’t help but follow suit.
Somewhere in the frenzy, you could hear Abbot’s groans while Robby murmured what appeared to be soft words to you, his hand never leaving your face.
The pounding of your heart thumped in your ears as you tried to calm your breathing.
Your eyes fluttered open to both the men looking at you, Jack’s eyes soft with gratification and adoration, while Robby’s irises swirled with lust and just plain need.
“You wanna switch?”
Jack’s words didn’t even make sense to you. You were still lost in the haze of what had just happened.
“Not on the couch, man.” Robby shook his head, his lips pulling into a small smile as he watched you. “Let’s get on the bed, baby.”
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Your legs felt like jelly as Robby towered over you.
You knew what was happening, and yet your brain was still buffering.
His lips were so close to yours… just a few inches and you’d be kissing him.
But that’s not what he had in mind.
“Lay down for me, baby.”
You blinked, needing a second to understand his command and do as told.
The mattress was soft, the comfy duvet wrinkling underneath you as you laid back, your wide eyes watching him.
With a quick move, he removed his shirt, throwing it behind him… in the direction of Abbot.
Your breath hitched at the sight of him leaning against the wall, his eyes dark as he watched the scene unfold.
By the time you looked back, Robby was naked- and your lungs took another toll.
You were propped on your elbows, shamelessly eying all of him. His broad chest, the dark hair on his pecs, on his belly, until your gaze lowered just enough to catch his cock-
You were pretty sure you’d stopped breathing completely.
That’s what they’d been talking about.
You really had seen nothing yet.
You swallowed dryly as his big hand wrapped around his dick, giving it two slow strokes that had him seemingly grow even more.
Your eyes were wide as he stalked closer to you, his smirk everlasting.
“R-Robby,” you stuttered, clearly intimidated.
“’S alright, baby. I’ll go real slow.”
“I-I- How…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he shook his head, “spread your legs for me, baby.”
And even if your heart was going crazy and your brain was telling you that was an impossible fit, you did as told.
“Wider.”
You slid your feet further across the bed, opening yourself up to him completely, eliciting a delighted groan.
“Pretty,” he murmured, his palm going to your mound and his thumb moving to your folds, exploring slowly.
Jack’s come was still leaking out of you, creating a sultry mixture with your own juices.
Your cheeks heated at his unabashed gaze, but then his other hand grabbed the base of his manhood, his tip suddenly parting your folds, and all thoughts left your head.
You were whimpering already, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Michael would have done anything to record those sweet sounds and listen to them on repeat all day long.
“It’s ok, baby, relax for me.” That’s all he murmured, as he started guiding his impossibly thick tip inside of you.
“Oh!” You gasped, your eyes wide open as you watched him thrust into you.
He was looking at where your bodies melted into one another, watching your greedy pussy swallow him in.
The stretch burned at first- he had the biggest cock you’d ever seen after all- counting porn- but his soft growls and groans were making you all the more pliant.
His thumb started circling your clit to help you out as broken cries fled your throat.
He was retracting his hips just to thrust softly into you, over and over again, filling you up inch by never-ending inch.
“O-Oh my god,” You were crying, your hands fisting the sheets as he kept going.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he reassured you, his free hand tight on our waist. “Stretching so good for me- such a good girl.”
Your walls tightened around him at that, causing him to hiss.
“Let me in- just like that… good girl”
You knew the moment he was in to the hilt, because you could barely breathe at the feeling of how unbelievably full you felt.
Breathy gasps spilled from your lips as your gazes met.
“Told you you could do it,” he smirked, before he started to move.
The moan you let out at the first full, deep thrust was more of a scream.
“Robby!” you gasped, your fingers gripping his forearm as he started building his pace.
His back hurt like a motherfucker from all those hours on his bike, but he’ll be damned if he denied himself this sight.
“He always makes you do all the work?”
How his voice was still so even when you could barely breathe, let alone think, was a mystery.
You want to tell him the truth, that no, Jack was usually very much adamant in his need to take care of you, to pin you beneath him and fuck you thoroughly well into the day… but all you could manage was a whine.
You watched his lips pull into a grin at the state he’d rendered you in.
“Oh, c’mon, brother, I’ve just come back from a twelve-hour shift,” Jack defended himself from his spot against the wall as your eyes found him.
You could see from the bed, even with his boxers back on, that he was hard again.
God, this was all so hot.
The way both their eyes were only focused on you as Robby’s thrusts had you bouncing up on the bed, your tits moving in tandem with his harsh movements…
“And she hasn’t?” Robby raised his brows, shooting Jack a quick, disappointed look, before coming back to you.
“You don’t have to worry about it now, baby,” he spoke softly, the thumb he still had on your bundle of nerves resuming its torturous movements. “I’ll take care of you like you deserve from now on.”
You felt butterflies in your stomach at those words.
Your hips were chasing his movements, forcing the loud smacking of his skin hitting your core over and over again to get even louder.
You could feel every inch of his dick inside you, every vein and ridge slide against your velvety walls as his tip speared you and reached parts of you no one ever could find but him.
And with a feeling like that… it was inevitable for tears to gather in your eyes, your vision blurring as a knot of pleasure tightened inside you.
“Oh baby, I know it’s a lot.” his voice was calming, soothing your overexited system.
It was a lot. He was a whole damn lot.
“Just take it,” he cooed, “Don’t think about it, sugar, just be good for me and Jack, yeah?”
You slowly nodded, tears rolling down your temples and onto the sheets as the air filled with your moans.
“That’s it, pretty girl— that’s it.”
And suddenly, it was all too much.
“I-I- Oh my-”
He groaned at how tight you got. His chest inflating with the effort not to come on the spot.
“Let go, baby,” he instructed. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
The last thing you saw was his smile; everything after that was sort of a blur.
A tidal wave of pleasure washed over your body; you were pretty sure you were moaning his name like a prayer as you experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.
Your eyes and ears started functioning again as Robby’s thrusts got sloppier, more erratic.
He grinned as you whimpered at the overstimulation, his groans getting louder as he got closer, until he spilled inside you with a feral roar.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed after several moments, slowly pulling out of you.
Jack had gotten beside him somewhere in the meantime, and both men’s eyes fell to the release spilling out of your spent core.
“C’mere,” you whined, breaking them out of their amazed trance.
They both smiled, and it was Jack who joined you on the bed first, moving you so your head could rest on the pillow as he spooned you, wrapping his arms around you.
“You did real good, sweetheart,” he murmured to your ear, his stubble grazing your skin as your eyes fluttered shut.
You were exhausted.
You didn’t even hear Robby lying down next to you until he placed your head to rest on his chest.
“So… am I gonna have to sanitize every surface of the house?”
A soft laugh fled your throat as Jack grinned amusedly.
“The kitchen should be saf—” The look you sent Jack had him suddenly remember all the alternative meals he’d consumed on the kitchen counter. “No, yeah… the whole apartment.”
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who struggles with boundaries and gets overly intense without meaning to, he stands as close as possible and just stares at you with no emotion on his face.
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who is so obsessed with you that he's memorized your entire routine just so he can "accidentally" run into you, he also remembers exactly what time you leave your house and what windows you forget to lock.
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who goes to your house just to rearrange your entire house around four times a week, worrying that you'll find him weird for doing so but smiling when you kiss him and praise him for it.
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who keeps the uniforms he wears for jobs because he can tell you get excited when he puts them on, he's also a huge fan of roleplaying.
ANDREW "POPE" CODY . . . who gets jealous easily and has no shame fucking you or doing anything sexual in public to make sure everyone hears how good he makes you feel with a smirk on his face, proud of you and himself.
