Autism Representation written by an allistic: My name is John Autism and I like the designated autistic interests
unintentionally autistic character written by the creator who hasn't really thought about whether or not theyre autistic: I wish I could be human like the way everyone else is but I know they can tell I'm not. And I know they're right
Dr. Jack Abbot xf!reader Dr. Robby xf!reader rabbot xf!reader
Warnings: PURE SMUT, dp,p in v, unprotected sex, BDSM dynamics (?), cream pie, praise, degradation, light use of sir and daddy, pet names, mentions of anal, anal, oral (f and m receiving), slapping, face sitting, spitting, choking, cum play (?), overstimulation, nipple clamps, use of toys, blindfold, restraints, temperature play, dacrphylia, mentions of safe word (not used), male on male action, rimming (f and m receiving), pussy slapping, kinda hard dom! rabbot
Summary: Continuation of Payback , could be read as a stand alone
I don't know; this is pure filth. I was writing whatever came to mind.
Taglist: @kimi01985 @princessesareforsuckers
You're kissing, switching between their lips and you feel on cloud 9. You're all taking it slow, silently agreeing on teasing each other as long as you can, savoring each second of their lips on your skin and their hands groping and squeezing your tits and your thighs; you feel your clit pulsing. They're making their way down to your chest, nipping and licking your neck when Jack's police scanner mentions a mass casualty at a small festival. All three of you perk up and look at each other. Immediately, your phone starts ringing; it's Dr. Ellis; you answer it on speaker.
"Sorry to ruin your dick appointment, but we need you and Jack here. Now!"
"Be right there." All of you scramble to get ready; luckily, you had some scrubs at Jack's place, and so did Robby. You hear Robby's phone ring, too; he's being called in, looks like none of you can have a night of peace.
All of you get into Jack's car and head for the hospital, not caring if there's a new bet on the board tomorrow about why all three of you arrived together that late. When you get there, flashbacks of Pitt Fest invade your head, making your heart race even more and giving you a new level of anxiety that you've never felt before, but you push them away. All of you huddle around the nurses' station to get ready to work. Jack informs the rest of the staff that you'll act like an attending for the night; needless to say, your eyes almost pop out of your head when you hear him say it. You didn't have the time to talk to Robby about your worry of fucking up because the first victims started to arrive. After a couple of hours, things finally calmed down, and you were amazed by how well you performed; everything that you've learned from both of your attendings made you feel more sure of your abilities and you didn't have to ask as many questions as you did when Pitt Fest happened. You were going to go on a last round to check some of your patients before leaving, while Jack and Robby waited for you at the nurses' station.
"She's really good at dealing with your 'combat-style medicine'" Robby says as he stares at you in awe; he never expected you to take over as much as you did. You were absolutely amazing tonight during the chaos; he was definitely impressed. He remembered how shy you were around him in the beginning, an obvious difference from tonight. He couldn't help the swell of his chest knowing that he was responsible for making you more confident and forward.
Jack chuckles, "She learns fast." He looks at you. "Let's see how much we can teach her." He says, whispering to Robby and they both chuckle.
"She has no idea what she got herself into." His tone is dark, and Jack agrees.
You finally made it back to them and tell them you're ready to leave. You feel exhausted and Robby has to be back in a couple of hours, so you head out. It looks like your fun night has to be postponed until next weekend, since you have to go to a conference out of town for the next couple of days.
The days you're out of town are torture; you've been receiving a lot of pictures from both men (normal ones before they start their shift or dirty ones before they go in the shower, in some of them, they're together), plus dirty texts saying what they'll do to you when they see you. Today, you're in your hotel room, lying in bed. You're finally leaving tomorrow, and you decide to text in the group chat to see who's available: Jack's free.
"Aren't you supposed to be in a conference, sweetheart?"
"It's the last day. I'm just going to lie in bed. I've been hearing conferences all week; my head can't take any more."
"Well, I'm about to get some sleep, and Robby's working, so I'll send you something to keep you occupied." You were expecting more pictures, but your mouth hangs open when you see what he sent. "This was taken 2 nights ago. We were thinking about you ;) You better be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself, baby." On your phone, you have a video of Jack and Robby sitting shirtless on Robby's couch, kissing and lightly groping each other; you can hear moaning and their lips smacking. Their hands are all over each other desperately, yet sure of where they touch, showing how well they know each other's bodies. A tent starts forming in each of their pants and you swallow what feels like a brick. You hear them say the filthiest things to each other, making you press your thighs together. You want to touch yourself, but even though neither of them is here to see if you broke the rule Jack put up, you want to obey. You focus back on your screen and see how Robby's hand dips into Jack's pants, pulling out his cock and starts jerking him, earning a moan from Jack.
After a minute, you see Jack do the same to Robby; he likes to make him wait. He starts kissing Robby's neck, both moaning and groaning, making you wish you were there to experience the whole thing. And after a while, Robby cums all over his stomach and his lover's hand, his chest heaving up and down, quickly. Jack starts licking his hand and then moves to the mess Robby made on his stomach; a gasp escapes your mouth and you press your thighs together. After Jack's done and sits back again, Robby continues his movements on Jack's cock, brown eyes looking intently at Jack's expressions as he picks up the pace. His moans get louder and Robby starts biting his neck and whispering something in his ear that you really wish you could hear. You see Jack close his eyes and throw his head back, moaning, giving Robby more access to the skin of his neck, red marks appearing on the skin. Your panties are definitely soaked, and you drift off thinking about how good Robby's lips would feel on you right now, marking your neck. You snap your eyes back to your phone when you hear Jack's voice announcing he's going to cum, Robby's pace quickens, and you hear a deep groan from Jack. You were expecting to see him make the same mess, but to your surprise, Robby leans down and takes Jack's cock into his mouth, swallowing every single drop. You feel like you forgot how to breathe; you wanted to throw your phone against the wall in frustration. You write an insulting message in the group chat and start packing your things, wishing you could leave right now. The night hits; you see that Robby sent a wink and he immediately calls you.
"Looks like someone had a very interesting and entertaining day." You smile as soon as you hear his voice. Fuck, you miss him.
"I really did. You're definitely full of surprises, Robinavitch, and Jack too." He knows you have a smirk on your face and you hear him chuckle.
"Just wait until you come home." You can't help but clench your thighs at his words, and his tone. That was definitely a promise that he intended to keep.
"Speaking of. Have you agreed to go on "vacation" with us?" You hear him let out an annoyed sigh. "Come on, Robby! You never take days off. It's not good for you; besides, we'll have fun. All three of us. It's not going to kill you." You really hope to convince him; Jack has tried, but it hasn't fully worked. He just needs a little push so he finally breaks and agrees to do it, and you were determined on getting what you wanted.
"You and Jack aren't going to stop, are you?" He sighs.
"Nope!" You replied extremely quickly. You hear him hum
"Okay, fine. I'll do it. Now go to bed, baby." You squeal and say goodbye. You text Jack the news so that he sees them when he gets out of his shift.
You're finally home (in your apartment), and you're unpacking when you hear your front door opening. You hear Jack call your name. He walks into your room, stomping towards you and kissing you, his hands grip your face and your teeth clash. You quickly kiss him back until you pull away to catch your breath.
"I missed you, too, although you did have good company." You say, giggling, and you see him smirk and smile at you. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Yeah, but I just wanted to talk to you about our little vacation." You see him rub his neck; he's nervous. You nod, and a sense of dread comes over you, if he says that they have to cancel, you're going to go crazy. "Apparently, there's some kind of storm for that weekend, so we were thinking of just spending it at Robby's place since, you know, it's bigger."
"Yeah, sounds good." You say with a huge smile on your face. You see him raise his brows in surprise, his mouth almost hanging fully open. You giggle, "What?"
"Nothing, I just thought you were going to be upset. Since the plan was to get out of town, have a change of scenery, you know, something romantic."
You laugh, "Why would I be upset? It's not like you can control the weather, and besides, we can do that another time. I have a feeling that these little vacations are going to be pretty common." You peck his lips. "I just want to get fucked by the two of you and spend time together out of the hospital."
He grabs your hand and kisses the top of it. "Okay then, I'll tell Roby, he was freaking out." You both laugh, "I have to get going; see you later, beautiful." He gives you a kiss and a smile before he leaves. You sigh. It's going to be a long couple of days
The day to go to Robby's place for your "mini vacation" finally arrives, and you feel nervous. Jack is picking you up, and then you'll head to Robby's house. They've been acting a bit distant with you; there have been a lot of "secret" conversations between the two of them and then they shut up as soon as you get close; you have no idea why, but you're afraid they might be regretting including you in their relationship. The entire ride is silent; you don't say a word unless Jack tries to make small talk, which is almost none; you're fidgeting with your fingers; you're anxious; you've never been with two people at the same time before, and you know they both can get rough, not that you're complaining but you're sure it can be a bit intimidating the first time.
You finally made it to Robby's house, and you feel your heart slamming against your chest. Jack helps you with your bag and you follow him inside towards the kitchen. Robby was cooking; the smell of food made your stomach grumble.
"Honey, we're hoomeee!" Jack screams jokingly as soon as he walks into the house. He walks over to the kitchen, and Robby smiles as soon as he sees both of you. Jack makes his way towards him and kisses him hungrily. You look away, feeling that you're interrupting their encounter. You hear Robby laugh.
"You're not going to say hi, sweetheart?" You feel heat creep up your face; you make your way over, and Jack slightly pushes you onto Robby. He leans down, and his lips are on yours; you freeze a small squeak leaves your throat.
"Looks like someone is still a bit shy" You hear Jack say with a low tone behind you.
You pull away and look at the floor. Robby smirks. "We'll fix that tonight." You swallow hard; his words went straight to your clit. You hear Jack walk away, and you sit on the counter behind Robby, just like he ordered, Jack comes back and sits next to you. You barely talk; you're more focused on listening to their conversation, and you only comment and laugh when it's necessary, trying to at least act as normal as possible. "Food's ready. Go sit at the table, beautiful." You go and soon they join you. Dinner goes by smoothly, but again, you've barely talked during it. You're eating some dessert, minding your business, when the room goes quiet and you feel their eyes on you. You look up at them and see that both are staring at you.
"You okay, honey?" Robby speaks, his brown eyes scanning your face, and you feel like you're about to cry for some reason. You just nod, knowing that if you try to say something, you'll start crying. "No, you're not. You haven't said ten sentences since you got here. Talk to us, come on." He kneels in front of you and lifts your chin. Jack comes and stands next to him.
"Both of you have barely paid attention to me and you've also been acting weird when I get close. If you regret including me, you can just tell me." You look at your lap.
"Hey, that's not true." You look at Jack, "Robby and I have been a little busy getting things ready for tonight." Your eyes look between both men in front of you; eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Robby has a smirk on his face.
"Don't worry, baby, you'll find out soon." They give you a smile and head on to clean and organize the kitchen. You take a deep breath, then get up and go help them.
"I'm sorry" You say, standing between them.
"You don't have to apologise. But if something's bothering you, you need to tell us. Or at least one of us and then we'll talk, all three of us." Jack gives you a peck, and then you feel Robby press himself against your side, giving your cheek a kiss. You smile and exhale as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
"We're almost done here. Why don't you go and wait for us in my room?" You nod shyly; he gives your cheek another kiss. Jack offers you a warm smile and a kiss on your forehead. You go and sit on the edge of the bed; your nerves are high and you feel like your heart is beating out of your chest. You don't know why you're so nervous; you're definitely comfortable with their presence and you've fucked each of them more than twice. You start looking around the room, Jack said they were busy getting things ready, but it's still the same as the last time you were there. You try to breathe and calm yourself down, and after a couple of minutes, they both walk through the door. Their eyes are focused on you and you feel intimidated again.
"Okay, baby, so Robby and I have been talking about what we are going to do and we came up with a lot of good things. But we need to know where you draw the line." You nod; he knew about your fantasies. You accidentally told him one night you had a little too much to drink at his place; he didn't seem phased by what you said, so you figured he had some experience in that department. Also, it's not like you've had an extremely kinky sex life with past partners, but there are a lot of interesting things that you've stumbled upon on the internet that have caught your attention, so you have a pretty short list of nos.
"I mean, as long as I don't end up puking, it's acceptable. Oh! And no feet stuff. I'm pretty sure that's it." You say shyly and Robby looks at you with a shocked expression, and then at Jack.
"You were right, baby; she is a slut." He gives you a smirk and you look at the floor, embarrassed at the thought that Jack told him your secrets. "We got you a little something, sweetheart. Close your eyes." You close your eyes, and after a couple of seconds, you feel something on your lap. "Open." You open your eyes and you see Robby and Jack standing in front of you. Robby's arm is around Jack's waist and Jack's hand is over Robby's hip. "Take a look, baby." You open the box and you see a black lace lingerie bodysuit, a black silk robe and a pair of black heels. You can definitely tell that all of the items are expensive. "You like it?" You look back at them and nod, smiling. You don't think you've ever seen them smile that big. "Go change, take all the time you need. We'll be in the living room waiting for you." Both of them smile at you and leave.
You freshen up, put on your present, and look at yourself in the mirror; you feel hot, which is completely new to you. You put on the robe to try to cover yourself and then walk out the door, your arms crossed over your chest, feeling exposed even if you're covered, but you don't see them. You call them and see their heads peek out of a room; they smile. "I'm ready." You see Jack walk over to you, grab your hand, and lead you to sit on the couch. Robby sits next to you.
"Baby," you look at Jack. "We just want to let you know that if at any point you want to stop, you tell us, okay? Doesn't matter what we're doing." You feel his fingers drawing circles on your knuckles, and you nod "We need words."
"I understand."
"Tonight will be different. We're going to do a lot of things you haven't done and that we haven't done with you before, okay?" Is he saying that his sex life with Robby is more "interesting" than with you?
"Okay," You mumble, biting the inside of your lip.
"Come on then, beautiful," You hear Robby say, getting up and grabbing your hand. You get up and follow him until you're standing in front of the door that they peeked their heads out of. "So, the reason we've been a bit distant is behind this door." Jack's hands cover your eyes. You hear the door opening, and Robby pulls you into the room, carefully guiding you so you won't trip. You hear the door close behind you, making you jump slightly, earning a chuckle from Robby. "Okay, let her see, baby." Jack's hands disappear from your face and you gasp as your eyes scan around the room quickly. The room has been turned into basically a sex dungeon like the ones you've seen in videos. There are candles of different colors around the room and paddles hang on the wall. The bed already has restraints on all four corners. You notice some armoires and you can't help but think about what other things are hidden in them. Each little detail is sending a shiver down your spine and you start feeling your clit pulse. You swallow hard, looking around with wide eyes and Robby notices. "You like it?" There's a bit of fear in his voice; you're taking a little too long to say something.
"Baby?" You hear Jack from behind you; he also has the same hint of fear. They were worried it was a little too much, considering you haven't done anything too kinky and it would also be the first time you'll be fucking both of them.
"I love it!" You say smiling "Did you really do all this in a week?" You turn to look around the room, and they chuckle and nod.
"We have three days, so we can take things as slow as possible." Jack presses a kiss on your shoulder and Robby starts closing the distance, pecking your lips. You hum and giggle.
"Now, Baby, why don't you help me unwrap our present?" Robby tells Jack in a seductive tone. You feel butterflies in your stomach, and Jack hums, his hands snaking up your sides. You see Robby's hands start loosening the knot that's in the front of the robe and then he looks at you up and down. "The heels were definitely a nice touch, Jackie."
"Told you." Jack's tone is playful and he sends a wink to Robby. Because of work, you don't really "dress up", so this was the perfect opportunity for them to see you wearing something very different. Hearing them talk to each other like that about you was something you didn't know you needed. The knot on the front of your robe opens, and Robby's hands part the fabric away gently, his fingertips brushing your skin, while Jack's pushes it off your shoulders; the robe falls and pools on the floor. Your hands were moving, trying to cover yourself, when Jack's firm grip stopped you. "Uh, uh, sweetheart. Robby wants to see you." He was pressed against you and you felt his hard dick poking your ass while Robby looked you up and down again, a tent already forming in his pants. He started circling you slowly, like a predator does its prey, and Jack did the same until Robby was the one behind you. "So pretty. Don't you think, baby?" Robby said, looking at Jack, and you felt his hard dick on your back.
"Beautiful." He came closer, making your skin explode in goosebumps. Robby's hands started to rub your ass and hips while Jack pinched your nipples; a gasp left your mouth. You felt Robby kiss your shoulder and your neck, and then Jack's lips were on yours; the kiss was hungry and you couldn't help but moan. When you started working at PTMC, you never thought you'd end up getting fucked by your very hot attendings, let alone end up in a relationship with both of them. After a couple of minutes, you felt Robby turn you around; his lips were on yours and Jack was kissing and licking your neck and the top of your back. You closed your eyes; both of their lips made you feel dizzy and you were loving every second of it. You opened them slightly and saw Robby get rid of his pants and boxers, and by the movement behind you, Jack was doing the same. You started lowering yourself until you were on your knees between them.
"She's such a good girl, isn't she, Jackie?" Robby says, caressing your cheek.
"The best. Already knows what she has to do." Jack's running his hand through your hair and you smile. "Go on, sweetheart, have a little fun." Each of your hands grabs one of their dicks, they moan and they step closer to you when they feel your warm hand on their cocks. You start moving your hands up and down, fisting their cocks slowly, a bead of precum appearing on their tips. You lick your lips and bring them even closer, until their tips are so close that they're almost touching in front of your face. You flatten your tongue and lick their tips at the same time; the taste and the moan from both of them almost make you pass out and you immediately close your eyes. You keep giving their dicks kitten licks simultaneously while also jerking them. You suddenly hear the sound of lips smacking and when you look up, you see them kissing. They're so desperate for each other, and you want to reach down and touch yourself, but you continue licking their dicks until they break the kiss. "Go lie on that spanking bench, honey." You're about to walk when Robby's voice stops you.
"Ah, ah! You know the rules. Crawl." His eyes are dark, and you swallow hard. He loved making you crawl for him and you loved pleasing him, but having Jack in the room is making you shy. He stares at your face and a smirk appears on his face when he sees your eyes darting between him and Jack. He wanted to punish you for not following his orders immediately, but this was a little something only the two of you did and having Jack here was new to you; this night was for you to start letting loose for them, to get you used to being intimate and vulnerable with both of them, so they were both going to go easy on you tonight. He leans down until he's close, his breath hitting your face. "This is a safe place, baby. There's no judgment here; this is for all of us to have fun and get used to it. You think you can let loose for me, pretty girl?" His voice is comforting and calm while he caresses your cheek.
"Okay. I'll try" You see him smile and he pecks your lips.
"Thank you, honey. Now, can you crawl over there?" He straightens himself
You nod, "Can you walk in front of me? Jack, too?" You ask shyly; he nods, smiling at you, and you see Jack smiling. They start walking while looking back at you and help you get settled into the bench. You see Jack stand in front of the wall, taking his time choosing a paddle while Robby starts securing your wrists and ankles. You let out a shaky breath; your heart is beating out of your chest, in a good way.
"Are you doing okay? You want to stop?" Robby's brown eyes look at you with worry, making you feel more at ease. You know he wouldn't hurt you, and neither would Jack.
"No, I'm okay, just a bit nervous" You say shyly. He gives you a light smile and presses a long kiss on your lips, making you hum. He gets up, and the tip of his fingers starts caressing your back, ass, and legs, making you close your eyes and relax into his touch. You hear him chuckle, "More, please." He quickly glances at Jack, who's still deciding, and he touches you again. You hear steps getting closer, and you open your eyes. You see Jack give Robby a paddle while he's holding another one and you squirm, trying to get some type of friction.
"I think our pretty girl knows what's coming," Jack says, smirking. They both walk until they're behind you. "You are going to count each hit. If you mess up, we'll start over, understand?" You nod, and a hard hit lands on your thigh, making you whimper.
"I understand!" You say quickly.
"We'll start slow, okay?" Robby says with a gentle tone and you nod. You know that after you get comfortable, that's going to disappear. You feel a hit on your ass, it didn't hurt...yet. You hum slightly.
"One." You see Robby move his arm out of the corner of your eye and you flinch before the hit lands on your ass.
"Close your eyes, baby. That's cheating." He says, rubbing your back, as soon as you follow his orders, a harder hit courtesy of Jack lands on your ass, making you hiss.
"FIFTEEN!! Shit" Your ass is on fire. If you had been able to squirm away, you would've done it a long time ago. "Please, s-" Before you were able to finish the sentence, you felt another hit harder than the other ones. Robby and Jack swung at the same time, both of them hitting your skin. "SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN!!!!!." You felt tears pricking your eyes; your ass felt like you sat on the sun and pins were pricking you. You felt both of their rough, strong hands rubbing your hot skin, making you moan. Then both of them started peppering kisses all over your body.
"You think you can handle more pain on that pretty little ass, sweetheart?" Jack says as his hand grabs your hair to make you turn your face to him.
"I-I don't know. I don't think so. I'm sorry." Your voice cracks at the end. You wanted to let them do whatever they wanted and you also wanted to see how much you could take. But right now, even the air stings.
"You have nothing to apologise for, sweetheart; isn't that right, baby?" Robby smiles nodding and gives you a kiss on your forehead. "We can try it next time." You nod and sigh in relief, and they both start freeing your limbs and help you stand up, each of them grabbing one of your arms just in case your legs are a little wobbly. After they let go of your arms, they start tearing the fabric off your body and they do the same with their shirts. Hands groping and roaming all over you. "The heels stay on, pretty girl." Jack commands in a low voice and you hear Robby agree.
When you're bare in front of them, Robby's hands fly to your chest, pinching and rolling your nipples a couple of times before his mouth wraps around one of them. A moan leaves your lips and you close your eyes as your hands fly to his hair. You hear Robby let out a deep groan and you feel something- well, more like someone- by your knees. You look down and you see Jack's head bobbing up and down slowly on Robby's length.
"Fuck" You whisper, earning you a chuckle from Robby and a smile from Jack when he lets go of Robby's cock with a pop. One of Robby's hands falls onto Jack's hair, giving it a slight tug.
"Keep sucking my cock, baby. I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" Robby's voice sent a shiver that went straight to your clit, and you were sure you were five seconds away from dripping onto the floor. Jack's mouth is on Robby's dick again. "Wanna help him, honey?"
"Yes, please." You whimper. His hands grab Jack's hair again, pulling him off and making him get up. He also grabs you by the hair and he moves you and Jack until your lips meet. Robby's grip is tight on your hair, making it sting and Jack's kiss is desperate, his hands groping your ass.
"You both look so beautiful like this. Can you taste me on Jack's mouth, honey?" The comment made you moan and Robby chuckled. He pulled you apart, making both of you look at him. "Now, I'm going to sit on the edge of the bed and as soon as I sit down, I want both of you on your knees and you'll start crawling towards me." He gave a quick peck to Jack and then to you. As soon as Robby sat down, Jack immediately went on all fours, shocking you. You never thought a man like Jack could be that submissive, and you're sure that Robby is going to be the same way at some point. You immediately reacted and did the same; you started crawling until you were both kneeling between Robby's legs. You saw Jack give Robby a slow lick that went from his balls to the tip of his dick, making the man hiss.
Jack grabs you by the hair. "Go on, be a good little slut for Robby. Take out your tongue." As soon as your tongue was out, Jack guided your head to do the same movement he did. "Again, keep going until Robby tells you to stop." You felt Jack's grip leave your head and then you felt the scratch of his stubble on your cheek. He was doing the same movements, your tongues meeting at some point on Robby's length. Robby groans and moans, eyes focused on both of you. You both look so pretty between his legs and seeing Jack teaching you how to please him almost made him cum right there. He felt Jack's tongue focusing more on his balls and he let his head fall back.
"Get on the bed and suck my cock, baby, let Jack have a little fun by himself down there." He taps the bed and you go over.
"Was I doing something wrong?" You're afraid that you messed up somehow.
"No, not at all. I just want you to get up here and keep your eyes focused on what he's doing so you can learn, because you're going to switch positions. Now suck" You start taking his dick in your mouth, bobbing your head slowly. You can see Jack's tongue all over the place, licking Roby's balls and the rest of Robby's dick that doesn't fit in your mouth, it's messy but so hot. Both men are moaning and you can imagine how desperate Jack is to feel some type of relief. Robby groans as soon as Jack starts sucking on his balls. "Fuck right there, baby, your tongue feels so good. Such a good boy." Jack moans and you clench on nothing.
Jack stops his movements, his lips swollen. "Come kneel next to me. So you can see better." You practically jump out of the bed and kneel next to him, focusing on his movements and Robby's sound, learning what you should be doing until he suddenly stops. You thought it was your turn, but you see him push Robby's knees up and keep them there. He leaves a few kisses on Robby's inner thighs and before you know it, Jack's tongue is lapping at Robby's hole, making him whimper. The only thing you could do was stare, focused on the scene in front of you. Jack starts lapping more desperately and one of his hands starts jerking Robby's cock. After a couple of minutes, Jack stops and looks at you. "Your turn, sweetheart." He grabs your hair and puts your face on Robby's balls, holding you there. Your tongue gives a small lick, earning a groan from Robby, so you did it again and again until you take one of them in your mouth. "Good job, sweetheart. Such a good girl, isn't she, baby?", you hear Robby moan in confirmation, after he's sure you know what to do, Jack's grip leaves your hair, and he's on the bed sucking Robby's cock, taking the whole thing in his mouth while Robby gives him a couple of spanks. You keep sucking and lower yourself until your tongue reaches his hole. Robby thrust his hips up and hit the back of Jack's throat, making him gag. The reaction you got was music to your ears, so you closed your eyes, and your movements sped up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Baby, stop." Robby's moans were breathy; you were sure he was getting close and you were not going to stop until he came. Then you feel someone pull you off of him by your hair; you yelp and open your eyes. You see, Robby, the tip of his nose is close to yours. "That's strike one, baby. Now, let's take care of Jack." He gives you a tap on your cheek, a warning. You wait until Jack is lying just like Robby was a few seconds ago and you immediately take his balls in your mouth, licking and sucking them while Robby's lips wrap around his cock. You push Jack's legs up, and your tongue is on his hole. Jack lets out a strangled moan; he wasn't expecting you to immediately pay attention to that part of him yet, and Robby chuckles. "She learns fast." Jack hums in agreement, eyes closed. At some point, you're licking Jack's cock at the same time as Robby. When you get to the tip, you both start kissing sloppily with Jack's dick in between and your hand is rubbing his balls.
Jack looks up and he almost cums right there. "You two are going to kill me one day. Shit!" His voice is raspy, he throws his head back and you whimper while Robby lets out a chuckle. After a couple of minutes, you switch places with Robby, your slick was all over your inner thighs, and you were starting to get impatient; you hoped they were going to pay attention to you soon. Jack's finger rubbed your slit and a loud whine escaped from your lips. "You're soaked, baby. You want us to play with you a little?"
"Please, I can't take it anymore." You looked at Jack, your chin was covered with spit, and your lips were swollen.
"Aww, did you hear that, baby? Our pretty little slut wants to be touched. What do you think?" Robby looks at you, and you see a smirk appear in his face.
Robby hums and then gives you an order: "Lie down and spread your legs." You get in position; your heart is beating like crazy and you immediately feel both of their tongues on your pussy. You squeal and try to close your legs, but they get a hold of your knees, holding them open and then you feel a hard slap on your pussy, which makes you yelp. "If you close your legs again, you're going to be done for tonight and Jackie and I will have fun without you." You shiver at Robby's words; he's not that dominant compared to Jack, unless he's had a hard day, but the thought of him acting the same is enough for you to feel a jolt of electricity travel through your body.
You shake your head, "I'll be good, I promise." They go back to lick and suck your clit, their tongues and their rough hands kneading your thighs make you feel like you're floating. Everything feels too much, but in a good way and you can't believe you have both of them eating you out like they are starved. You look at them, and you swear you almost stop breathing; their tongues are crashing into each other while sloppily licking and flicking your sensitive clit. You can also hear them moan and groan into your pussy, and you just want to look at their cock, you're sure their pre-cum is dripping onto the floor.
Jack put his face next to your ear; his breath is warm, making goosebumps appear on your skin. "Play with your tits, baby." You let out a small moan and start pinching and squeezing your nipples as you start feeling your orgasm building up. "There we go, honey, such a good girl aren't you?" The only thing that you can do is nod and arch your back, since Robby started sucking on your clit while Jack was busy next to you. Your breathing starts getting more erratic, your moans are louder and your legs start tensing, indicating that you were close, both men noticed. "Looks like our slut is close, keep going, baby, make her cum on your tongue." Jack's fingers tangle in Robby's hair, holding him in place as he groans.
"Fuck, yes! Please don't stop; your tongue feels so good, I'm about to cum." Jack starts to slowly pump his dick with his free hand. You feel yourself getting closer; you start pushing yourself more onto Robby's face and when your breath gets caught in your throat, signalling that you were five seconds away from cumming, Robby's mouth leaves your pussy, making you whine loudly. "Wha-No, no, no, please!" You hear Robby chuckle and give your pussy another hard slap, making you yelp.
"I think you forgot who's in charge here, honey." He gets up, walks over to the nightstand, and opens the first drawer. You see him grab something, but the lighting doesn't let you see what it is. He sits next to you on the bed, his finger rolls your nipples and Jack is still next to you; his index finger gathers the precum that's on Robby's tip and with his middle finger, he gathers his.
"Open your mouth, baby." You obey; his finger enters your mouth, making you close your eyes and your tongue runs all over them. "Good girl, keep sucking on my fingers." You feel pressure and a stinging pain in your nipples. You try to scream, but Jack moves his fingers deeper into your mouth, making you gag.
"Shh! There we go, baby, just breathe." You hear Robby coo in your ear and you take a deep breath. "Color?"
Jack takes his fingers out of your mouth so you can talk. "Green." As soon as the words leave your mouth, his fingers start running up and down your slit. Robby gives you a smile and a kiss on your cheek before he starts pulling the chain that connects the clamps. He starts pulling it slowly, then releases it, while he kisses you all over your chest and neck at the same time that Jack starts drawing slow circles on your clit. "Please fuck me already, you can torture me later!" You whine, you just need to get fucked, you've been waiting for this for a long time.
"What's the rush, sweetheart?" Jack says as he teases your entrance with the tip of his fingers. "We have all the time in the world." Robby laughs and starts kissing your lips while he keeps playing with the chain, making you gasp and whine because of the pain, and Jack is rubbing your clit while he peppers kisses and bites all over your neck, chest and shoulder. You feel Robby's lips leave yours; you open your eyes and see him jumping over you, then he kneels next to Jack's face. He grabs the chain again and he pushes his cock into Jack's mouth, thrusting his hips.
"Ja-Jack, I'm so close! Please!" His fingers leave your pussy again and he focuses entirely on Robby's cock. You whine, you're frustrated. "Robby, can you please make cum!" You know you sound pathetic, he tugs harder at the chain. "More." You moan, he smirks and he does it again.
"You like it when I hurt you, pretty girl?" He pushes himself until he hits the back of Jack's throat, hand holding the man in place.
"Fuck! Yes, I love it!" He pulls Jack off of him, making him look at him. "Why don't you fuck her first, baby? You deserve it, you've waited long enough." He leans down and leaves a quick kiss on his lips. You see Jack moving towards you and your heart starts beating faster. You were finally going to get fucked and especially by Jack; it has been a while. The last time you had the opportunity to have him, you got called in to work.
"I want you on top of me, baby," He says as he lies down. Robby is also lying down and stroking his cock, watching both of you. You quickly straddle him, sinking yourself slowly down his length. The stretch feels good, but it makes you gasp. Jack's hands are on your hips, helping you lower yourself and with every inch he buries inside of you, he lets out a moan. "You're so tight." He grits out. You finally have him completely inside you, and you lean down to kiss him. Your tongues are exploring each other's mouths, your teeth are clashing and as soon as he bites your lip harder than usual, you clench, squeezing his dick. "Fuck! Someone's definitely a little pain slut." You giggle, you start moving your ass up and down, he spanks you and grabs the chain.
"Do you like how Jack feels, baby?" You nod, whining. "Uh, uh, sweetheart, I want to hear you say it." You knew what he wanted to hear, and Jack, too.
"I love how deep your dick feels inside my pussy, Jackie." Jack smiles. He pulls on the chain, making you move faster. "Robby!" you whine, looking at him and reaching out. He's not getting any attention, and you feel bad.
He grabs your hand and kisses it. "It's okay, be a good girl and focus on Jack; make him feel good." He smiles and continues jerking his dick.
You keep bouncing on Jack's cock, kissing his neck and leaving some marks on his chest and shoulder, while Robby is kissing his mouth and whispering what you guess is filth into his ear, because his hands start making you bounce faster, his breathing is more erratic and his moans are starting to get louder.
"Fuck! You feel amazing, sweetheart, so good!" He moans, and Robby bites his ear; you see his skin raise with goose bumps and you know that was going to make him cum.
A moan leaves your lips, "Are you close, baby?" He nods his head fast and bites his lips. You hum and lean down so that your mouth is next to his ear. "I want you to fill me up, please." A strangled "fuck" left his lips. You smirked and started moving faster; the sound of your skin slapping was obscene.
"Shit, fuck, you feel so good. I'm so close, baby, please don't stop!" 'I'm about to cum!" As soon as those words left his lips, you got off of him, his hips thrusting into the air, he let out a loud whine and you laughed.
"You're going to regret that, honey." You heard Robby say, chuckling as he licked and spit on Jack's cock, then he straddled Jack and sank himself on his cock, both men letting out a moan that you're sure you'll remember for the rest of your life. Your mouth hung open. "You plan on staring, or you're going to do something?" You swallow and look around. You weren't sure what to do; you've never done this before. Robby chuckles lightly. "Sit on Jack's face, facing me."
"Are you sure?" You say, looking at Robby and then at Jack. "I don't want to hurt him." You hear Jack chuckle.
"You're not going to hurt him, sweetheart." He leans down to kiss Jack, you can hear their lips smacking and then Robby presses his forehead against Jack's. "Do you want her to sit on your face, baby?"
He nods and bites his lip. "Sit on my face, honey. I want to taste you."
Robby straightens himself and looks at you, smirking, while he jerks himself slowly. "You heard him, baby, sit." You move over to Jack and start lowering yourself slowly; you don't want to accidentally break his nose. Apparently, you were moving a bit too slowly for his liking because his hands grab your thighs and pull you down onto his face. As soon as his tongue makes contact with your pussy a moan leaves his mouth and you shriek; you're really sensitive. His tongue flicks your clit, making you close your eyes. Robby grabs the chain again and gives it a light tug, the sting complementing Jack's actions well. Robby's lips press against yours, giving a gentle peck while one of his hands caresses your cheek. "You look beautiful." You hum. "Does Jack's tongue feel good, baby?"
"Mmmm. Yes!" That's the only thing you can say.
"You hear that, baby?" Jack grunts. "Make her cum." That's all he needed to hear. Jack's grip tightens on your legs and he also starts sucking on your clit. You feel close, faster than before; your legs tighten around him, and Jack stops his actions. You whine; you're sure it was payback for what you did to him earlier. Robby's lips are on yours again and his hand grabs yours. You feel his dick in your hand and he moves your hand up and down on his length. Jack starts sucking your clit and you feel close again. Everything feels too much and you can't hold it any longer.
"Shit! I-I'm close." You feel Robby thrusting into your hand, Jack's tongue sucking and flicking your clit, the pain from Robby pulling the chain to the clamps on your nipples, the sounds that are echoing through the room, everything feels more heightened, and you end up cumming, hard. You scream, which gets muffled by Robby's lips, but moans and whines still fall from your mouth; you feel him smile.
"Such a good girl." He moves faster on Jack's length, so do his thrusts into your hand. Jack's tongue doesn't stop abusing your poor clit and your legs shake; you tried getting away, but he held you down harder. Both get louder, Robby starts announcing that he's about to cum and then you feel something warm on your hand, you look down and you see his cum all over your hand and on Jack's stomach. Robby groans, "Fuck! Yes, baby!" He rests his forehead against yours and you keep jerking him, focusing on his pink tip. A whine leaves his lips because of the overstimulation
"What's wrong, baby? Is it too much?" You say giggling, his hand tries to grab yours so he can stop you. "You'd better put that hand away." His hand drops and you smile. You give him a couple of more tugs and then release his cock.
"Fuck you're amazing." He chuckles and kisses you. Jack is still making sounds, which are being muffled by your pussy grinding against his face; you're sure his mouth is soaked. "I know you're close, Jackie, cum inside me, please," He says desperately between breaths and then a loud groan from Jack echoes through the room, signalling that he came. You groan and grind yourself on his face and you hear his muffled moans. "Fuck!" Robby whispers. You feel Jack's grip release you and get off of him. You were going to kiss him, but as soon as you were off his face, Robby was kissing him hungrily. Tasting your cum on Jack's mouth, you lean down and join them, moaning at the taste of you on both of their tongues. After a couple of seconds, you all pull back to try to get some air and calm down a little. You lie down next to Jack. He kisses your forehead, and Robby stays lying on top of him. One of Jack's hands rubs his back slowly. "Are both of you okay?" Jack hums; he's about to fall asleep, and you nod, giving him a smile.
"Are you okay, Robby?" You say shyly. He looks amazing, and you can tell he's tired; he barely got any sleep this week because he had to work the night shift for a couple of days.
"I'm okay, baby." He gives you a tired smile and a hand caresses your cheek.
"So, can we keep going? I didn't get exactly what I wanted." You say, giggling; you see Robby's eyes widen, and Jack scoffs.
"I don't think I have more in me, honey. I promise that tomorrow we can go as many times as you want." You feel a bit disappointed, but you understand; it's not the first time it's happened with him, or with Jack, for that matter.
"Jack?" You hear mim chuckle.
"I could go again." You smile, and the words make you feel like your pussy woke up again. "But I'm not going to!" Your face drops.
"What?! Why?!" You raise your voice; you see Robby lift his eyebrows in shock because of the sudden brattiness that came over you and Jack snaps his head to look at you, sternly.
"Because of that little stunt you pulled earlier. We are in charge here, not you. We let you get away with a lot of things tonight, but starting tomorrow, that'll change. So now we are going to shower and then go to bed. End of discussion." You wanted to protest, you opened your mouth to say something, but Robby spoke first.
"Stop!" He says sternly. You shut your mouth. "Now, let's get ready for bed." He gets up; Jack follows him, and you have no other choice but to do the same, but not before rolling your eyes and letting out what you thought was a silent scoff. Unfortunately for you, they heard it, so that's another thing that they'll have to punish you for tomorrow. You follow them to the kitchen, to have some water and then make your way to Robby's bathroom. All of you shower and then lie in bed. You were between them, your back pressed against Robby's front, one of his arms around your waist, hugging you tight, as if you're going to drift away. You're facing Jack, who's also really close, with one of his arms over Robby's, who's completely asleep. You nuzzle into his neck, still upset that he didn't want to go again; he kisses your forehead and you close your eyes.
You're woken up by some rustling in the room. You open your eyes and you see that Jack is dressed. It's 7:30 am, you know he obviously doesn't work today, so the fact that he was up was weird.
"Jack?" He comes over to you.
"Morning, baby. I'm just going to the shooting range for a bit, okay? I'll be back later. Go to sleep." He caresses your head and gives you a peck; you turn to face Robby so you can cuddle into him before going back to sleep. He walks over to Robby, who's facing away from you, and does the same thing; you hear him give Robby a kiss and then go out the door. You feel Robby turn to face you. He wraps you in his arms and you nuzzle into his chest, giving him a kiss. He smiles and kisses your forehead before both of you end up falling asleep again. After a couple of hours, you open your eyes, and Robby's hands are caressing your back up and down. You hum.
"Morning, honey." He says with a deep voice.
"Morning," You nuzzle closer to him, staying like that for a little while.
"How about I make some breakfast? Jack will get here later." You nod, and you head to the bathroom and go into the kitchen with Robby. You hug him by the waist, you press your face into his bare back, leaving open mouth kisse all over it, then your hands lower until you reach his dick and give it a squeeze.
"What are you doing, honey?" He says, looking down at you, a hint of mischief in his voice. You shrug, giggling. You keep touching and kissing him all over, feeling his cock come to life. He looks at you sternly.
"Oh come on, Robby, I know you like it." You give him a hard squeeze on his semi-hard dick. You need and want him; you get on your knees, looking at him and your hands fly to the waistband of his pants to pull them down. Until he grabs your arms and makes you get up.
"I love it. But you are in trouble, so I suggest you be good until Jack gets back." He kisses your forehead "We need to talk to see how we're going to deal with you." He continues cooking and you scoff. He raises an eyebrow at your attitude, which you didn't see, and you continue teasing him until it's time to eat. He loved the feelings of your hands all over his body; it made him feel good about himself, especially at his age, but Jack and he made a deal. They were going to be stern; you could be a bit of a brat, so they're definitely going to take care of that. They're too old to be dealing with tantrums.
The front door opens and Jack comes in, calling out for you and Robby, who's sitting on the couch, reading some medical paper that caught his attention. He walks straight to Robby and kisses him; the kiss is hungry and Jack pulls away, trying to catch his breath. "I missed you, too," Jack says, giving him a smile. Robby looks at him, smiling back and there's a glimmer in his eyes. He looks around. Robby chuckles, knowing what he's thinking.
"Our girl was misbehaving, so I had to take care of her sooner than we planned." Jack hums and raises his eyebrows in surprise; he was afraid Roby might be a little too soft on you, but it looks like he had nothing to worry about. Jack was already thinking of what punishment you would receive. "Why don't I help you shower and get ready, so we can figure out her punishment?" Robby gets up, grabs Jack's hands, and guides him to the bathroom.
You're lying tied up on the bed in your little dungeon, blindfolded, with a gag in your mouth. A vibrator is tied to your thigh, hitting directly on your clit and the only rule is to not cum. You have no idea how long it has been since Robby left you here; the feeling on the vibrator is too much, since you're still sensitive from last night. Thankfully, you've been successful in following the rule, although you're not sure how much longer you're going to last. Part of this is your fault; you got in trouble last night and this morning, but you didn't care. You honestly never thought that they were going to be this serious about trying new things, especially Robby; not that you're complaining, but you wouldn't have messed up this badly. You are anxious about what's going to happen when Jack gets home and knows what you did. Even though his personality is more easygoing than Robby's, he's just as strict and, depending on the day, maybe even more, especially in the bedroom. He likes discipline and he doesn't like attitude, so when he gets home and Robby tells him about this morning's occurrence, you're fucked, more than you already were.
Time has passed; you're not sure how much. You've came twice already; your clit is red and puffy, and you can't take any more. You've tried to move, hoping that the vibrator will move away from your clit, but you haven't been successful; Roby made sure it would stay put. You hear the door close, and you jump. You start struggling more against the restraints.
Robby walks in and laughs when he sees you moving desperately on the bed. "Oh, poor baby. Looks like someone can't handle a little vibrator. What do you think about that, Jackie?" You swallow hard. He's already here and you're sure Robby told him about you not listening to him this morning. He lets out a dark, low chuckle. You feel Robby turning the vibrator off and you sigh in relief. He gets rid of it and then his fingers are spreading your pussy open, both men's eyes focusing on your puffy red clit and your soaked pussy, "So fucking pretty." One of his fingers runs down your slit and then he slowly pushes it in, making you moan. "I thought I told you that you weren't allowed to cum." You whine; you could've sworn he wouldn't notice.
"You can't stop fucking up, can you, sweetheart?" Jack's thick finger also makes its way inside you; the stretch makes you hiss. Robby removes the gag and the blindfold; you look at them. You could lie, but you're already in enough trouble and by the looks of it, they both know your body well enough already to know when you cum, so lying is not an option.
"I-I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it." They both start moving their finger in and out of you, making you arch your back.
"I'm gonna untie you now and you'll lie face down, with your legs dangling over the edge of the bed for Jack. Understood?" You nod and a slap from Robby lands on your cheek; you feel the skin tingling. "We're not going to go easy on you this time, sugar." Another slap lands on your cheek, and you bite your lip; you know his handprint is already on your face. This side of Robby is completely new for you and you love it.
"I understand." You don't know if it's the dim lighting, but you swear his eyes are darker than usual, and Jack's too. He starts untying you. "Can I get up and stretch real quick, please?" You see him nod, and a quiet thank-you leaves your lips. You get up and stretch, eyes closing; your limbs feel a bit numb from being in the same position for quite some time. You feel a pair of hands on your hips and a kiss on your cheek. You turn around and see Jack; he gives you a smile and you hug him; his strong arms immediately wrap around you. You look at Robby, hoping that he will join the hug, but he's standing with his arms crossed and a stern look adorns his face.
"Go get in position, baby" Jack says, giving you a peck and then a hard slap. You walk towards the bed and lie down; Jack's legs straddle yours. "I was expecting you'd forget to dress her for us." Jack mentions looking at Robby, who gives him a smirk.
Robby walks towards Jack and stands next to him; one of his arms snakes around his waist. "I would never. I love to see our little toy looking perfect before we ruin her"
Both men are admiring the red lacy lingerie they picked out for you and caressing every inch of your body, their warm touch making you hum in contentment. "Such a pretty girl, isn't she, baby?" Jack says, admiration is all over his voice.
"Yes. Too bad she's such a brat." Robby barks at you
"We'll fix that soon." Jack's voice is dark, like something switched inside him and as soon as he finishes his sentence, Robby's hand comes down on your ass, hard.
You clench your fists "One" You quickly say and immediately hear them laugh at you. Heat rushes to your face.
"Looks like last night was enough to teach her what to do. Luckily for you, honey, we're going to stop whenever we feel like you've had enough, so you don't have to count." Robby says, caressing the mark he left on your ass, before his hand comes down again on the same spot, making you whimper. He stands behind Jack, pressing his bulge against him, making the man moan. "Go on, baby, play with her. I got her all warmed up for you." He leaves kisses all over Jack's shoulders and back, while also palming Jack's cock. Jack's fingertips ghost over the back of your thighs and your back, and goosebumps appear on your skin.
Before you know it, he's leaning down, kissing your back, making his way up to your ear, as he presses his ass on Robby's hard cock, earning a groan. "Are you going to be a good slut for us and take your punishment like a big girl?"
"Yes, sir." You're mumbling already and they haven't even started. You hear him chuckle because he knows you're gone; he can do anything he wants and you won't complain. He remembered the first time you called him that; you were at his place after a double and the night shift in particular was really rough, especially for you. He had made you cum so much that your brain felt like it was, finally, turned off. He started fucking you, then asked you a question and before you knew it, those words left your lips; you immediately started to apologize. His hand wrapped around your neck; he leaned down and kissed you so hard that your lips almost bled, and he started fucking you harder, making you scream his name.
"Good girl." He kisses the crown of your head and then his hands start slapping your ass, pretty gently at first. Robby kneels in front of you; his clothes are long gone and his hard cock is aligned with your mouth. Your mouth waters and as you lean a bit forward to take him in your mouth, Jack pulls your hair to make you lie down again. A harder slap lands on your ass, then a couple more, until you're whimpering. Your hands move to cover your ass from Jack, but Robby immediately grabs them, holding them firmly straight out in front of you. You look up at him and a smile is on his face, while Jack keeps landing hard blows on your skin.
"That's enough, baby." Robby says as he releases your arms. Jack hesitates, but stops. You sigh in relief, he walks over to admire Jack's work on you. "How about we take a picture? What do you say, sweetheart?" You nod. As soon as he finishes, you feel his hands rubbing your ass; his touch makes you hiss. They both start leaving gentle kisses all over you, then you see Robby lying down, his head hanging off the edge of the bed. He felt you moving towards him, but stopped you. "You don't get to touch me or Jack until we say so, so face down, ass up, legs spread wide." Jack positions himself in front of Robby, who opens his mouth and Jack starts lowering himself and easing his cock down Robby's throat until he's fully inside him. Jack moans and starts thrusting slowly. You can feel yourself clenching on nothing, and a whimper leaves your mouth, making Jack look at you with a smirk as he slowly fists Robby's cock.
"You like what you're seeing, sweetheart?"
"Yes, sir." You say shyly, making him chuckle.
"Hear that, baby?" He thrusts into Robby's throat and a strangled moan leaves his lips. You see Jack lowering himself slowly until he licks a long stripe along Robby's shaft and then takes him in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down slowly. Soon enough, the room is filled with the sounds of Robby and Jack's moaning, plus the sounds as they suck each other's cock. You want to touch yourself, but you resist. If you keep fucking up, they won't fuck you and you're not willing to lose that opportunity, so you stay there, looking and feeling your pussy pulsing, getting wetter by the second. They finally stop torturing you, and you get excited thinking that they are going to pay attention to you now.
"Stay just like that." You hear Robby tell you and he gets behind you. You hear him inhale, and he starts spanking you again, not as hard as Jack's, but hard enough that it makes your already sensitive skin burn. A moan leaves your lips and you fist the sheets. "Good girl, baby. You're doing so well." Jack walks over and he starts running his nails over the red skin.
"Sweetheart, we're going to try something I saw in one of the little videos you sent me." Your mind starts racing, thinking about what it could be, but there are many possibilities. "If it's too much, use the safe word, okay?"
"Okay, sir." Jack gives you a smile, and Robby's dumbfounded about how good you're behaving. Robby starts taking the lingerie off your body, admiring how you're all his.
"And remember that if you don't like it, Jack was the one who insisted on 'surprising' you with this." Robby has a bit of worry in his voice and glares at Jack, who rolls his eyes. He loved the idea when Jack told him about using it as a punishment, but he thought they would ease you into it, considering that you've never done this before and neither have they. But no, Jack was determined to be firm today. Your brows furrow and you feel anxious.
You see Robby kneeling in front of you again, pecking your lips. You were going to beg him to let you suck his cock, but before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt something hot land on your ass. You yelp and try to move, but Jack pinched your ankles between his knees and you couldn't escape. Robby straightened himself, in case he needed to step in. More of the same hot prickling sensation comes one right after the other, and you squirm. "It's okay, baby, breathe in, you can hold onto my legs. Shhhh, you're okay." Robby sweetly caresses your hair.
"Turn that fucking candle on right now and stop babying her!" Jack spits out and Robby sighs before following his commands. You brace yourself because you have no idea where the wax is going to land. After a couple of seconds, you feel a hot drop land on your upper back. You flinch and whimper, squeezing Robby's thighs. You moan as more wax hits your skin and you get used to the sensation, your nails dig into his skin and a deep groan escapes your throat. "I bet that pussy would be squeezing my dick right now, isn't that right slut?" He pulls your hair and wax falls on the crook between your neck and shoulder. You whine and moan at the pain.
"Yes, sir." The sensations are too much. Robby was moving the candle up and down your back, to the sides and also on your ass while Jack tried to hold it over the same spot as much as possible before he moved onto untouched skin; your moans were getting louder; the pain felt good; you loved being "hurt" by them.
Robby saw you were enjoying it, so the worry he had had disappeared, and suddenly he was not having it; this is supposed to be a punishment for the most part. So he blows out both of the candles and before Jack could even protest, he speaks. "Kneel on the floor, hands together behind your back. If I see them move, you'll be left here with a vibrator on for hours." You scramble to kneel on the floor and Jack pulls Robby into a rough kiss, getting turned by how (suddenly) dominant he's being with you.
Both men stand in front of you, and Robby pushes your knees apart with his foot. "Much better." You see both of them turn on the candles again and you suck in a breath, bracing yourself for the pain that's about to come your way. They both place the candle over your shoulders. You tense and squeal when the first drops of hot wax hit your skin, and you try your best not to move. Then they move the candles slowly; moans fall from your lips as their tips leak precum, making your mouth water. They reach the top of your breasts, and you whimper, squirming. Both men raise their eyebrows at you, and you sit still. Then they move their hands; the wax is falling on your nipples and you want to scream in pain, but you also want more. You close your eyes, and a shaky breath leaves your lips.
"Color?" Jack's voice makes you come back to earth
"Green" You moan, saying as you open your eyes
"Fuck! Such a good girl taking her punishment so well, aren't you, baby?" Jack's voice is low and his eyes are focused on you.
You frantically nod, they keep moving the candles all over your chest again. "Are you going to behave from now on?" Roby says, raising his eyebrow at you.
"Yes, I promise." You start chanting 'I promise' faster than before because the wax is now falling on your inner thighs and close to your pussy. Robby's foot was between your legs, really close and you just wanted to grind yourself on it, like an animal, so you could finally feel some type of relief.
Robby blows out his candle and so does Jack. They stare at you for a couple of seconds and decide to take pictures again. A small part of you wants to cover yourself, but a bigger part of you is enjoying this new type of attention you're getting from them. When they finish their little photoshoot, Jack leans down and lifts your chin to make you look at him as Robby walks over to look for something that you can't see.
He hums, his grip on your chin tightens. "I don't really believe you. Do you, baby?" He turns his head to look at Robby, who's coming over with a black leather flogger in his hands. You swallow hard. You figured they were going to remove the wax before fucking you, but you definitely never thought they were going to do it with that.
Robby smirks, "Not one bit." You see Jack's smile widen, and he comes to stand behind Jack, who moans when he feels Robby's hard cock on his ass. "Can you hold her arms up for me, baby?" He leans down, saying (barely audible to you) and starts leaving gentle kisses on the man's back. His voice sounds like honey, and again you can't keep your eyes off of them. Seeing them together, especially like this, makes your stomach and your pussy, flutter and you can't get enough of it. "I'll play with you soon, I promise." That you heard and you couldn't wait to see them. He bites Jack's ear, making the man's cock twitch.
Jack walks to stand behind you. "Arms up" he barks at you, and you immediately obey. As soon as you raise them, you feel his tight grip on your wrists.
"Make sure she doesn't move. If she moves, she won't be the only one who gets punished." Robby's gaze is firm; Jack's cock jumps at the words and a mischievous smile appears on your face, which he notices. "I wouldn't be smiling if I were you, baby, because if your hands get out of Jack's grip, your punishment will be even worse." His tone was firm and clear; the smile quickly faded from your mouth. If there's something you've learned since you started working with Robby, it's that his threats are never empty; he's a man of his word, no matter what it is. "You don't have to count, okay? I know that's too much to ask from you after a rough day." He smirks at you, and you curse him in your mind; you bite your tongue as the embarrassment makes its way through your body. You know why he said it; that's probably one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to you, especially in front of him and you promised yourself no one else would know, because how could a medical professional be so bad at counting? No person in the world would trust you to take care of them.
You were still pretty new at PTMC and were almost done with your shift, with about three hours left. The day had been extremely exhausting, especially with one of the victims of a car crash, who was agitated and had a horrible knee fracture. To your luck, you took that case with Robby, everything was going pretty smoothly, until Park the Shark came down. You had been lucky enough to never be in the same room he was called in, which you were extremely grateful for, until today. You were terrified of him; everyone was. All the stories you heard were enough for you to make sure to stay 50 feet away from him, but today your luck ran out. You were standing next to Robby after stabilizing the patient (waiting for Dr. Park to come down), who was asking you about the treatment for the patient if it were a different scenario, and as soon as you heard Robby greet him, you tensed. You figured Park was going to stand where you were, so you decided to move, but you made the mistake of turning too quickly and bumped straight into him. He was big and strong; it felt like you walked straight into a brick wall. His arms quickly grabbed yours to prevent you from falling, which you were grateful for since you were going to land directly on the patient's fractured knee. You started to quickly apologize, mumbling and scurrying away like a mouse. Robby tensed up as well, knowing how Park is, but before the surgeon could say something, the patient spoke. After a while, you were still riled up and looking around the room you were in; you kept thinking that Park would come back and bite your head off because of what happened earlier. Your shift was over and you were in front of your locker, counting some cash. You were sure you had $350, but your counting didn't add up; you were too busy huffing and trying to focus to notice Robby standing next to you, watching you with curiosity and amusement.
"Everything okay?"
You groan. "No. I'm sure I had $350 in here, and I'm missing money." You feel like crying; you just want to go home and sleep.
"Can I see?" He puts his hand out, and you hand him the money. He counts it twice. "It's all here." He chuckles lightly
"What?" You're in disbelief; you've been counting and searching for the "missing" money for ten minutes. He takes the bills and asks you to sum them up, but of course you freeze; math has never been your strong suit and being asked to do math, even if it's as simple as addition, after a brutal shift by your hot attending is an absolute mess.
Robby chuckles and you've never felt this embarrassed before; this will definitely keep you up at night until the day you die. You look absolutely gorgeous, flustered. He takes each bill and counts slowly, making sure you're following him and when you see that, in fact, all the money was there, you chuckle nervously.
"Thank you, Dr. Robby. I swear I'm not that dumb." You laugh nervously and you hear him laugh.
"I've never thought that. You just need some sleep. Good night, hun." He gives you a wink and a smile, and your heart almost leaps out of your mouth.
The first hit of the flogger on your chest made you come back to reality. The first few hits were gentle; Robby was making sure you were getting used to the feeling. But by the 10th strike, it started to sting and the hits came with a bit more force. You were trying your best not to move, but your arms were starting to feel heavy. You closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself.
"Open your eyes! I want you to look at what I'm doing to you, baby." You look at him, and you can't help but stare at his cock. The tip has a bead of precum that you want to taste and it's an angry pink. You feel Jack, who is completely enthralled by Robby, jerk your arms, signaling you to look back at the man in front of you. Hits keep landing harder than before; Jack's grip gets tighter the more you squirm, you're sure he's going to leave bruises on your wrists. Moans and whines fall from your lips and you see small pieces of red wax fly from the impact. "I told you to stop and you didn't want to listen." Six more hits land on your chest. Your tits are on fire. Robby throws the flogger on the bed; Jack's pulling your arms up, signaling you to stand up. When you're on your feet, he presses himself against you; his hands are kneading and squeezing your sore tits, making you whine. Robby storms over to you; his hands wrap around your neck and he gives you a hungry kiss. "You did so well, honey." Two of his fingers run along your slick slit. "You're soaked." He takes his fingers and shoves them in Jack's mouth. Jack moans and his tongue runs all over Robby's fingers. "Good job, baby. Clean my fingers. She tastes amazing, doesn't she?" Jack groans and you whimper at his words.
Jack releases Robby's fingers with a pop. "My turn." You thought he meant he was going to touch you. "Get on the feet of the bed, on your knees, chest pressed onto the mattress." He gives your tits a hard slap, making you yelp. Robby grabs you by the back of your neck and drags you to the bed to make sure you're exactly how Jack wants you. Jack takes the same flogger and he walks to stand behind you, while Robby sits in front of you, his back against the headboard, legs spread open, making your mouth water as he slowly fists his cock. "Eyes on Robby, sweetheart." You feel a hard hit land on your ass; you yelp and lunge forward. Jack's hand grips your hair and pulls you back until you're in the same position you started. "Don't move!"
"Bu-"
"Shut up!" Another hard hit, you whine; Robby's fisting his cock slowly again, watching every single move intently. Hits land on your ass, making you moan, whimper and yelp. Each sound that left your lips went straight to their dicks, they were so desperate to fuck you, but they wanted to play with you a bit more. The last hit was the hardest, and you collapsed on the bed. "All done, baby." You sigh, feel something cold, and flinch.
"Shh, stay still, angel. Jack's cleaning some of the wax." You feel Jack leave a kiss on your back and gently pats your ass. He walks over to Robby, leans down, and they start kissing and groping each other. You are lying on your stomach, eyes glued to them and grateful that they are letting you take a small break. You see Robby get on all fours and start sucking Jack's cock. Jack's hand grabs the man's hair, holding him in place while he starts thrusting slowly; your eyes run up and down each of them and when you see Robby, you just want to bury your face between his ass. You get on all fours on the bed, getting ready to crawl to him, but Jack noticed. He snapped his fingers and pointed down, making you sit on your knees. After a couple of minutes that felt like hours, Robby released Jack's cock from his swollen lips.
"Come on, baby. Get on your knees and start sucking on Jack's cock." As soon as you're in front of it, you lick a long stripe from his balls to his tip, looking directly at his eyes, making him hiss. "Look at our little slut putting up a show for us." You giggle and take your time, making sure to make it last as much as possible. While you're busy trying to fit him into your mouth, Robby kneels behind him, spreading Jack open, then his tongue pokes out and as soon as it makes contact with Jack's hole, he thrusts forward, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. You pull away quickly; Jack grips your chin, tilting your head up, making you look at him. He sees the tears in your eyes and smirks.
"Aww, is my dick too big, sweetheart?" His tone was full of fake worry, making your pussy flutter.
"Yes, sir." Your voice is quiet and you hear Robby chuckle.
"You better find a way to take me all the way down your throat, because if you don't, I won't need you and I'll just keep Robby to take care of me." Robby groans at his words, the praise from Jack making his chest swell with pride. You shake your head frantically and keep trying to take him, taking a tiny bit more the more you try. "Shit! Good job, baby." He says through gritted teeth as he throws his head back. Robby gets up and then positions himself behind you, spreading your ass open.
"Fuck! Such a pretty little hole, baby." A whine leaves your lips; you feel more exposed than ever and a part of you wants to hide under the sheets. You feel spit land on your hole and before you have time to process what's happening, Robby's tongue is all over it as his hands hold you open for him. The sensation makes you gasp, tense up and stop what you're doing; you were definitely caught off guard by the action and the new sensation, since you were too afraid to let Jack or Robby do this before.
"Shhh, it's okay, honey. Relax, trust me, it feels reaaally good." You look up at Jack, who has a smile on his face as he caresses your cheek. You decide to listen to him. You take a breath and start relaxing; it does feel good. Robby moans against you, the vibrations making you moan and you go back to sucking Jack. After Robby was satisfied, he stopped, you felt the bed dip behind you and Robby's thighs pressed against the back of yours.
He rubs his cock up and down your slit. "Who would've thought you're such a pathetic little slut? You look so professional at work, but as soon as you have a cock in front of you, you stop thinking." You hear Jack laugh and agree with Robby; their words make you whimper and you feel your brain shutting down even more. They know what to say to make you lose yourself and you just want them to keep talking about you like that. "You're absolutely soaked; you like being our little fuck toy? I bet you do, don't you? That's the only thing you're good at" His tone is condescending, making your entire body tingle.
You release Jack's cock with a pop. "Fuck yes, Robby! I love it." You keep jerking him slowly, your eyes closing in bliss.
Robby pouts, "Hmm, I don't get a cute name like Jack?" He fakes a sad tone. But before you could answer, he buried himself inside you in one swift, quick motion. The stretch burns in a good way; your eyes roll to the back of your head, your arms almost give out and you let out a deep moan. He firmly grabs your hips as he thrusts himself in and out slowly and you're completely gone now. Jack pulls his dick out of your still grip and starts rubbing his cock all over your face, spitting on it so that his dick glides smoothly. Robby's hand wraps around your neck, applying a delicious amount of pressure, making your head fuzzy. "You like this, baby? You're completely out of it, aren't you?" You babble, not being able to form complete answers or even a single thought. "Looks like my dick is too much for a pretty little slut like you. Does it feel good, honey?" You don't answer; his words are too much for you to comprehend right now and Jack's dick rubbing roughly all over your face adds to the distraction; only moans and whimpers leave your mouth, but Robby likes to receive an actual answer when he asks a question, no matter the situation. "Huh?!" He finishes his sentence with a really hard thrust that knocks the wind out of you.
"Yes, daddy!" You whined. The words just slipped out of your mouth. Jack's and Robby's movements stopped and they looked at each other, their eyebrows raised. A smile started appearing on Robby's face, it took you a couple of seconds to realize what had happened. Your eyes widened; you started apologizing frantically, trying to turn around to look at his face. "I'm sorry! It jus-" Your voice was cut off by Robby's hand over your mouth and he started fucking into you again, his pace faster than before.
"Shhhh! Just take daddy's cock like a good girl. Can you do that, or is that too much to ask of you?" Your moan was muffled by his big hand and your pussy clenched, making him groan and look at Jack. "Looks like our girl is having a good time"
Jack smirked at the comment. "Open your mouth!" Robby's hand found its way back to your neck and see Jack lean down and spits; a small part of it fell in your mouth, while most of it landed on your cheek. He took his fingers and spread his spit all over your face before shoving his fingers into the back of your throat, pulling them out slightly so that they'd rest on your tongue after he felt you gag. "Lick my fingers clean, come on!" Your tongue immediately starts moving, running over each finger until they're clean. Jack groans. "On your back, baby." Robby quickly pulls out of you, pushes you down onto the bed and flips you, pushing your legs back. You feel him pushing into you again and Jack sits on your face. You immediately start running your tongue on his hole. "Fuuuuuck! Just like that. Such a good filthy girl." His voice is deep, making you moan. Jack pinches and rolls your nipples; you move your face into him and his head rolls back.
"You like it, baby?" Robby asks, his gaze fixed on how good Jack looks. Jack responds with a whimper, his hand flying to stroke his cock until Robby stopped him. "You're not allowed to touch yourself; you're going to cum inside our girl, baby." You clenched again, earning a chuckle from Robby. " She's excited." After a couple of minutes, Robby's pace quickens and you scream into Jack, who gets off you and leans down to kiss you.
"Is Robby making you feel good, honey?" You nod, looking at Jack with big eyes and biting your lip.
"S'too much" You mewl.
"Aww, come on, I know you can take it," Jack whispers in your ear. A shiver runs down your spine. "Does her pussy feel good, my love?" Robby's moaning and groaning.
"It's fucking amazing! I can't wait to fill her up." He says as he rubs light circles on your clit, your legs try to close. "Come on, keep those legs open for me, beautiful." Jack takes hold of one of your legs as his lips close around your nipple, while Robby holds the other one.
"Da-daddyyy!" You whimper; the sensations are too much. They're holding you open, it doesn't matter how much you squirm because you can't move away from them. Robby's cock pounding into you, his hand rubbing your sensitive, puffy clit, and Jack's lips sucking and biting your nipple are making you get closer to the edge-again!
"Use your words, baby, come on," Robby coos. His circles get a bit faster, and you can feel yourself getting close. "I-I'm close a-again." He laughs. "Can I cum?" Your chest heaves up and down.
"If you beg better than that, I can think about it." You whine and huff in complaint. Robby slaps your pussy, making you yelp. "Beg, or you don't get to cum!" He spits in your face, just like Jack did, followed by another slap to your pussy and Jack complimented it with a hard bite on your nipple.
"Come on, baby, Robby and I want to hear you," Jack says, close to your ear. He starts kissing and biting your neck.
"Please, please let me cum, daddy! I want to cum all over your cock like a good slut." Your words earn a groan from Robby, his fingers and hips moving in a delicious pace, making your head spin.
"Fuck, Good girl! You can come, baby. Let me hear you." As soon as he finished talking, you came, HARD. Your eyes shut, strangled moans left your lips and your legs started shaking; his fingers never left your clit, overstimulating you and making you scream. Your pussy started clenching his length. "Fuck! I'm about to cum. You're squeezing my cock so good, baby." His pace quickens; a cry leaves your mouth, but it was cut short by Jack kissing you. "Shit, shit, shit. Gonna fill you up so good, baby!" Robby's moaning. "Fuuuuucccckkkkk!" His thrusts turn sloppy as he finishes pumping you full of his cum. He leans down, his lips giving you a kiss as he rests his forehead on yours, both of you panting. "You okay, baby?" You nod, eyes closed. Jack gives him a kiss.
"Pull out of her, baby. It's my turn." You whimper; Jack chuckles. You feel Robby pull out of you and he lies next to you. Giving you a kiss.
He gently moves the hair that's all over your face. "You sure you're okay, baby?" You looked beautiful, the light layer of sweat making your body glisten and your messy hair made Robby's heart beat out of his chest. You nod again. "You did so good for me, you know that? Are you going to be good for Jack now?"
"Yes, daddy." Robby grabs one of your legs so that you're spread open; you assume it's so that Jack would clean you up, since you're starting to feel Robby's cum leak out of you and you know he can see it. You feel Jack's strong hand grab the back of your knee.
"You ready for me, sweetheart?" You open your eyes and you see him looking at you.
"Yes, sir." He gives you a smile, and Robby gently turns your head toward him and presses his lips against yours; you hum.
"Oh no, baby! You're making a mess." You hear Jack say, sarcastically angry and you moan against Robby's lips. Before you know it, you feel Jack lick a slow strip on your pussy, cleaning you up from the cum that's spilling out of you. You yelp and try to move, surprised by the action, but their grip makes it impossible. He groans at the taste of Robby and you on his tongue, and keeps eating you out, making you moan. This is definitely something you've never experienced before and it's making your head spin.
"Uh, uh" Robby leaves your lips and pulls Jack's hair to get him off of you. "Come on, baby, don't be greedy. Fill her up so she's filled up with both of us." He quickly kisses Jack's lips hungrily.
"Please," You whimper; it's pathetic, you know that, but you don't care. They both laugh.
"You heard her, baby. Give our slut what she wants." Jack positions himself between your legs and in one quick thrust, he's inside you; it knocks the wind out of you. He's thicker than Robby. He starts slow, letting you get used to him.
"There you go, baby. Let me know when I can move faster, okay?" A weak moan leaves your lips; Robby starts kissing your chest and sucking gently on your nipples, his warm tongue soothing the stinging that Jack left.
"You can move faster." He puts your knees on his shoulders; his hands grab your hips. He feels deeper than ever; you can barely take him; his gray curls are a mess; his forehead has a light layer of sweat and his moans and sounds are music to your ears. "Fuck! You feel so good, Jackie!." Your hands fist the sheets. Robby's back is against the headboard, looking at the scene in front of him, his cock slowly stirring back to life.
"Yeah?" He asks, leaning down; the action makes your ankles rest on his chest and your legs are crossed, which opens your legs more than before. You nod frantically. "How about you cum on my cock then, baby?" His fingers start rubbing your clit, you shake your head and try to move away, but this earns you a hard slap on the side of your thigh. "You're going to stay still and take whatever I give you. You understand?" You nod; another hard slap lands on your thigh again. "Words!" He barks at you.
"Yes, sir, I understand!" Your head feels fuzzy; every touch on your clit sends a shock through your body and you know you'll end up coming soon. You can already feel your orgasm approaching.
"Good girl, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He smiles as he rubs faster and thrusts harder, keeping a steady pace. "As soon as you come on my cock you're going to get on all fours." You babble what was supposed to be a "yes sir"; if it were another time, this would've gained you a punishment, but since you're barely in the room, he'll let it slide.
At some point, you feel closer than ever. "I-I.." You didn't have to finish the sentence for Jack to know what was happening.
"Let go, baby." You shriek, letting go. You arch your back, your legs shake, white explodes in your vision and you feel like you're floating. "Shit, she's squeezing me so good." Robby chuckles at the comment. Unlike Robby, Jack doesn't keep rubbing your clit (this time); he keeps thrusting until you come back to earth just enough before he flips you over. He pulls your hips up until you're on your knees. "Fuck! Good girl, baby." Your ass has some bruises that look absolutely beautiful; Robby notices them too, biting his lip. Jack looks at him with a smirk. Loving the way their marks adorn your skin.
"I can't take any more." Your throat is dry, your legs ache and you just want to sleep. You didn't expect them to have this much power over you.
"Color?" Robby asks, tone firm. You take some time to answer, Robby worrying more each second you don't respond; he was about to push Jack off of you until you finally spoke.
"Gr-green" Jack chuckles, and he lands a couple more slaps on your ass. You moan and whine; your ass is still sore, and you know you won't be able to sit properly for a couple of days.
"Your body looks so pretty, full of our marks, baby. Don't you think?" He looks at Robby, who bites his lips as his eyes scan your body.
"Prettiest thing I've ever seen," You hum, closing your eyes, enjoying the praise you're receiving, but it is cut short when both of Jack's hands land sharply and then he pulls your hair really hard, making you get your face off the bed.
"Robby just gave you a compliment, sweetheart; aren't you going to thank him?" He turns your head to the side so you're looking at Robby.
"Th-thank you, Daddy." "I love being marked by both of you." You hear them coo at you, mockingly. Jack's pace gets faster; your hands reach out, trying to grab something and you close your eyes.
Robby tuts, "Eyes on me!" You open your eyes, but only halfway, since your lids feel like they weigh a ton. "Good girl. You're making Jack feel really good, honey." Your chest swells with pride; you want to be perfect for them and right now it looks like you're doing it, even if you feel exhausted.
"Such a perfect little slut." His grip gets even tighter, and he starts huffing and puffing, something he does when he's about to cum after being so pent up. "Gonna fill you up. Fuck! I love your pussy." You clench at his words and he hisses. "You keep that up, I won't be able to last much longer." You were able to give a mischievous smile at Robby, who gives you a wink and a sly smile, signaling you to make Jack cum. He wanted to hear him just as much as you, so you keep clenching. "Shit, baby!" The sound of skin slapping is deafening; you don't even know what time it is. "Fuck I-I'm going to cum!" Your moans fill the room as Jack keeps his pace until you hear him groan. His thrusts become sloppy and he almost stills as he fills you up. "Fuuuuuckkk!" He gives a couple of more thrusts until he stills, giving you a kiss on your shoulder before he pulls out of you. He spreads your pussy open, groaning at the sight of your ruined pussy leaking with his and Robby's cum. You hear Robby whistle when he sees it and then a towel touches your center. Making you whimper because of the rough material. Jack lies next to you. Robby throws the towel on the floor and you nuzzle into Jack's arms. Robby leaves the room and comes back with some cold water; he gives you and Jack some and then joins the two of you. You're lying between them, trying to regulate your breathing, Jack too. "You okay, baby?"
You whimper and curl into a ball. You feel vulnerable, like you're too exposed, even though you're basically covered by the two men next to you. "M' okay. Just need a second." Your voice is quiet. Jack and Robby hold you tighter, letting you know that they're right there with you.
"You did so well, baby." Jack says, kissing your forehead.
"We're so proud," Robby adds, peppering light kisses on your shoulder. You grab onto both men, not wanting them to leave your side; their fingertips caress your skin. Your eyes feel heavier than before and start to slowly close. "I'm going to order some food. Can you take her into the bathroom, baby? I'll be there soon." He gives you and Jack a kiss and then gets up.
"Come on, pretty girl, let's get cleaned up." Jack helps you get up and guides you to the bathroom in Robby's room. After a couple of minutes, Robby joins both of you. They help you wash your hair and your body, being careful when their hands run through your ass. You finish and get out with Jack, who guides you to sit in front of the mirror. Jack starts drying your hair with a towel and then brushing it.
He's focused on what he's doing, being mindful of the knots you might have; you giggle at the gesture; you're feeling like yourself. "You know I can do it, right?" Robby gets out of the shower, drops of water running down his body before he ties the towel around his waist; his eyes are focused on the scene in front of him, analyzing Jack's body language and facial expressions.
He slowly lifts his head and looks at you through the mirror. "I know, but I don't mind." He gives you a weak smile, and you notice that his eyes are glassy. You figure he used to do the same for his wife, and your heart sinks. Robby walks behind him, putting his chin on Jack's shoulders as his hands wrap around his waist, comforting him. Jack tilts his head into Robby, both of their temples pressed into each other; Robby lets out a small hum. You don't know what to say; you're not sure if to apologise or comfort Jack, so you stay shut. You knew he was a widow; you never really asked what happened and you sure as hell won't try to find out now.
"Why don't you get dressed, baby? I'll finish getting her ready and you can set up the table." Robby kisses his cheek and Jack agrees with a smile. He kisses the top of your head and heads out. You feel a lump in your throat; the last thing you wanted was to ruin the day. Robby keeps brushing your hair; you look up at him through the mirro.
"Did I... upset him?" You chew your bottom lip. Robby looks at you and gives you a reassuring smile.
"No, angel. Don't worry about it. He just needs a little extra love right now." You nod. Both of you finish getting ready and head to the couch next to Jack. You sit at his sides, leaving him in the middle; you both nuzzle into him, kissing his shoulders and chest, waiting for the food to arrive.
"Ughhh! I don't want to eat for the rest of my life." You and Robby laugh at Jack's comment. He threw himself back against the chair, closing his eyes. You get up and help Robby clean up before sitting on the couch, joining Jack again to watch a movie. At some point, the new movie they put on stopped deserving your attention; Jack's hand was rubbing light circles at the back of your thigh, making your body tingle. You also saw his hand way too close to Robby's crotch and Robby's hand was in the same place on Jack's leg, drawing small circles on his skin; you started to feel hot, your mind imagining them fully groping each other desperately right now. You tried to focus on the movie; Jack and Robby were surprisingly really invested in it. You shifted a bit, getting a bit more comfortable, and you ended up resting your head on Jack's stomach. His feet were up on the coffee table, so your face ended up being pretty close to his dick. You brought your hands to your face, pretending to rub your eye, but it was an excuse to leave your hand over Jack's front; thankfully, he didn't notice. You started to lightly run your nails over the thin fabric of his pants, feeling his thick cock come to life, while looking straight ahead to the TV in case Jack looked down at you, you got in trouble for teasing them before, you don't want to make the same mistake again, not today anyways, your ass won't be able to handle more of their punishments. You dart your eyes over to Robby's lap, and a tent is forming in his pants. You see Jack's hand really high up in his thigh, fingertips moving over Robby's balls. Robby frees Jack's cock, it lands on your cheek, smearing precum over it.
"Suck his cock, baby." He says as he rubs his thigh up and down. You wrap your lips around his tip, and a moan erupts from your throat. Jack throws his head back, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head, his head resting on Robby's shoulder. You bob your head up and down slowly, jerking off whatever doesn't fit in your mouth. Soft moans fall from his lips and more precum hits your tongue. You run your tongue over the tip.
"Am I doing good?" You ask, slapping your lips with his cock. You look at Robby with wide eyes and he bites his lips.
"So good, sweetheart," Jack says as he frees Robby's cock. He grabs it and smears the precum all over Robby's tip before letting go. Robby's hand was about to take Jack's place before Jack stopped him. "You're not going to touch yourself; that's what our slut is for." You moan at his words, kneel on the floor, and take Jack back into your mouth. You lick from his ball to his tip, and then try to take him deep in your throat, but you gag. You look up at him with tears in your eyes, and he chuckles. "You'll get there, baby. Robby can teach you; he's great at sucking cock. Aren't you?" He lands a hard slap on Robby's thigh.
"Fuck! Yes." He pants.
Jack laughs, "Come up here, baby. Take care of Robby. Lay down on your stomach, ass on my lap." You get into position and grab Robby's cock, Jack's hands knead your bruised skin and you whimper; it still hurts. "Shhh, I promise I'll be gentle." You exhale and take Robby into your mouth; his hand grabs the back of your neck.
"There we go, baby, so fucking pretty." He moans, thrusting a bit into your mouth and turns his head to kiss Jack. Jack's hand smacked your ass, making you yelp around Robby's cock. Both of them chuckle, and you keep sucking, you want to make Robby feel good. Jack starts spreading your cheeks open, his finger circling your hole, making you tense.
"Relax." "Fuck, I bet you're tight, I can't wait to play with this" You whimper. "Would you like to try that, baby?" You didn't know what to say; you've heard plenty of horror stories about it going wrong, plus the cases you've seen in the hospital made your skin crawl. "Baby?" You were curious, but what better way to try than with two doctors by your side?
"Yes" you said quietly. They both smirk. After a while, Jack tells you to sit on the couch, legs spread next to Robby, who holds one of your legs open. He gets on the floor and starts sucking on Robby's leaking cock, while Robby rubs your clit gently. "Michael!" You breathe out, eyes rolling to the back of your head and you put your head on his shoulder.
He laughs, "Is that okay or is that too rough?"
"It's okay, just like that, please." After some minutes, you feel yourself getting close. You start breathing rapidly and they already know what's coming. Jack stops sucking Robby and pushes two fingers inside you, curling them up. You whine and clench at the intrusion.
"You can cum, baby." You cum, a shriek rips out of your throat, your muscles tense, and white clouds your vision. Robby and Jack slow their movements until they stop. Both men kiss your lips, praising what a good girl you are and how good you are for them.
Jack brings his fingers covered with your cum up to your lips. "Clean up your mess, pretty girl." You wrap your lips around his thick fingers, moaning at the taste of you on his fingers. He pulls them out of you, he was about to say something when his phone rang. He got up to take the call, "Be right back, don't have too much fun without me" he winks and leaves.
"Can I fuck you again, baby?" Robby asks, whispering in your ear. You nod, your pussy is sore, but you're sure you can take it.
"Can you be gentle, please?" Your voice is small, unsure if you're supposed to follow the dynamic from earlier. He helps you lie down on his couch, settling between your legs, rubbing his cock up and down your slick to get it wetter.
He leans down, "Of course, baby, let me know if it's too much." He presses a kiss into your lips and pushes himself inside you slowly. You moan into his lips, and he starts thrusting in and out. Soft moans leave your lips every time he buries himself inside you. "Good girl, baby. Can I move a bit faster?" You nod. You can hear the sound of your skin slapping against his. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it. Your hands fly to his hair and your legs wrap around his waist, making him go deeper.
"You're so deep, Robby!" He leaves marks on your chest and groans. Jack comes back, eyes focused on both of you. He sits next to your head and kisses you; his cock is already hard.
"Are you being a good girl for Robby, baby?" You nod frantically.
"Lie on the couch; she's going to ride you." Robby pulls out and goes to Jack, who's settling into the couch. Robby moves him until Jack is exactly how he wants him (his ass on the edge of the couch). "Get on his cock, baby." They both help you settle over Jack's cock and you sink down slowly. The first few inches cause air to escape your lungs until it's completely inside you. You move your hips up and down slowly; his grip on your hips is firm. You kiss him; you start to move a bit faster until he stills and holds you down so you won't move.
"Jack?" His chest is heaving up and down
"Why did you stop her baby?" Robby's tone is playful; his tip presses against Jack's hole. "I'm going in." He pushes inside him; a deep groan leaves Robby's throat, and Jack whimpers and moans at the intrusion. You turn your head to look at Robby and see him moving. You bite your lip. "You like to see me fuck him, honey?"
"Fuck, yes! Fuck him harder." You give Robby a sly smile; Jack's eyes almost fall from his head and Robby smirks at you.
"As you wish." He presses a kiss into your shoulder. "Keep bouncing on his cock." You start bouncing your hips up and down and Robby starts pounding into him. You can see Jack moving because of the force; he starts moaning and panting. His fingers hold you harder, nails digging into your skin. You press your tits into his face, muffling his sounds, then he moves his face so one of your nipples ends up in his mouth. "Such a tight little hole for me. Do you like this baby?" Jack whimpers, "You like having my dick deep inside you while our girl rides you?" He moans, but you weren't having it; he was being strict with you, so you are going to do the same to him.
You firmly grab his face and pull his head so he looks into your eyes. "Robby asked you a question. You'd better answer him." Roby laughs and loves your sudden attitude, mocking Jack. He slaps the man's thigh, a handprint immediately appearing.
"You better listen to her, baby."
"Shit! I love it. You both feel so good." You're grinding on him, his coarse hair rubbing against your poor clit.
"Move faster, sweet girl." You giggle
"No-no." Jack was pleading, but you didn't care, so you moved faster. Your legs are burning, but you ignore it. Robby is also pounding into him harder. You stay in the same position, and you're about to cum.
"I'm close" You pant, Jack moves your hips harder.
"Keep going, baby, I'm getting close too. What about you, my love?" Robby asks between pants; Jack's breathing is getting more erratic.
" I-I'm cumming! Fuck!" Jack spills himself inside you, cock twitching. Looking at him fall apart under you, plus hearing Robby behind you, pushes you over the edge. You end up cumming with a shriek, your whole body shakes and you slump over Jack, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, trying to come down from your high. "Fuck, baby is too much!" He tells Robby, whining. His hands are now around your back, his thick fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, gripping every inch of your skin hard.
"You can take it, baby." A couple of more thrusts, the only thing that can be heard is their skin slapping and the moans that fall from their lips. "I'm getting close." Jack is still inside you. You move to kiss him, biting his lip, making him squeeze Robby's cock, which drives him over the edge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm cumming." Robby's thrusts get sloppy until he stills, filling up Jack with a groan. You feel him slump on your back, his hot breath hitting your skin. After a few seconds, he gets up. "Stay right there." He comes back with some water and towels to clean both of you, so that nothing lands on the rug. You all tangle with each other on the couch. They're almost lying on top of you, one of them on each of your sides, arms draped around your waist, your hands running up and down each of their backs, their heads lying on top of your chest. All of you are enjoying the silence, and you see Jack's eyes almost closing, Robby's are open halfway and a smile appears on your face. Your hands make their way to their hair, nails scratching their scalp, a hum escaping from each of their lips. You stayed like that a bit longer until your eyes started to feel heavy. You decided to shower again so you could all lie in bed.
You shake them a bit, voice soft, but no movement came from either one of them, so you speak louder and Robby's eyes open.
"Everything okay?" His voice is raspy
"We have to shower." You say, giggling. He groans as his head falls into your chest. You finally managed to wake Jack and then all three of you head to the shower. You all help each other wash, the hot water relaxing your muscles; you will definitely be sore tomorrow. After you're all done, you head to bed, both men groaning after settling at your sides again; the warmth of their bodies comforts you and you feel extremely sleepy. "Thank you." You're not sure what exactly you mean by that, but you can barely finish the sentence, and you hear them laugh.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," Jack says, voice deep with sleep, as he nuzzles into your hair, your back against his chest.
"I'm so glad I agreed to take these days off." "You did do so well, baby." He pecks your lips and then grabs Jack's hand before he also drifts off to sleep.
synopsisa patient tells you older is always better, Jack wants to know if you can confirm that.
warningsSMUT. MDNI. Oral (f and m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, slight dom Jack, penetration, p in v. language
authornotei dont even think god will take me after this one. this aint proofread
“So you think older is better?”
“Like anything good,” said Lu as you cleaned out her leg, pulling the light over to find the grit. “Like cheese... wine... sex.”
Your lips quipped up and you nodded. You didn't know how you started talking about this- you'd only asked what she was doing and how she fell. Date with an older guy, she said, was walking back from his when I fell. It must have been more of a tumble, roll and fall from the state of her leg that had got her through the waiting room and triage.
The next thing you knew she was highlighting how good sex was with an older man.
“It's like they have the experience and the confidence and they care more about getting you off than they do themselves,” she said.
“How many dates have you been on with the guy?” you asked, only trying to keep conversation while you plucked out the gravel. Trying to distract yourself from thinking about sex and older.
“Oh, this was the first one,” said Lu, laid back on the bed with a dreamy look in her eyes. “We've been talking for a few months on this app for older guys to meet women who are younger and interested. We met tonight and I had the best sex ever.”
The pling of gravel on the metal tray echoed out.
“You got a boyfriend?” she asked you.
You were silent, acting as if you were focused on the gravel. “I don't.”
Lu smirked at your silence. “But you got somebody?”
To that you had nothing to say. Maybe you did have somebody- or at least someone came to mind. Grey hair, stubbled chin and dark eyes in the shape of a doctor.
“Oh you got somebody,” said Lu.
You managed two more pieces of gravel and glass before she opened her mouth to speak again, to probably ask you another question but at the same time the door opened, bringing with it a small snap of the bustling sounds of the Pitt at night and the faint air of woodland and grease.
“How we doing in here?”
Jack walked in like he was un-aware to how you'd thought about him and then he came like you'd conjured him up. His grey hair, short stubble at the chin that he quickly rubbed at and dark eyes evaluating.
You betrayed yourself in looking to Lu.
“Is this him?” she asked, eyes lighting up.
Jack looked between the two of you. “Talking about me again, doc?” Jack asked.
You were focused on the task at hand but you didn't need to look to find him at your side, diligently watching you work.
“All good things,” said Lu.
He huffed out a little smile, hands held behind his back. His eyes bore into your head. “I'm Doctor Jack Abbott, I see you're in good hands here. How're her bloods?”
“Bloods are all clear though blood pressure is a bit high, we wanna keep an eye on that,” you said.
Jack nodded. “Well I'm sorry you're night took an unfortunate turn, Miss Marigold.”
She shrugged, rumpling her black dress. It was sleek and fit her in ways you could never imagine the dress fitting you. “Meh, it was pretty much done anyway.”
You were too caught up in the gossip she had been giving you that you didn't think about Jack not being informed. “He kicked you out?”
“No,” she said. “I left. Didn't want that awkward after sex small talk.”
“That's called aftercare.”
It was such a thrown away comment in Jack's words. He said it like he was prescribing her morphine. But the words rushed to your body, jolted you awake and alert to his presence.
Aftercare to some may have been normal, you didn't know other peoples sexual habits- you only knew yours and aftercare wasn't part of it. Your... sexual partners were few and far between and also loved to use your bathroom and sleep it off. Besides that was months ago before you started night shifts. Now your sex life was nothing but dry dry dry with the only occasional fantasy of your attending keeping you going.
“How old are you, Doctor Abbott?” asked your patient.
You caught Jack's smirk.
“Don't you know you should never ask a gentleman his age?” he said.
“Forties? Fifties?”
“Well I'm glad you ruled out thirties.”
You laughed.
“Are you single?”
“You asking?”
“And what do you think about younger women?” Lu asked with seemingly no shame. You carried it all in the blaze of heat in your cheeks.
“I don't know if this is an appropriate conversation to be having,” you said, trying to deflect. Looking between them, you found Lu waiting with curious eyes, not at all uncomfortable and Jack... surprisingly much of the same.
“You mean how do I feel about dating younger women?” asked Jack, standing at the other side of her bed.
In your eyeline.
“There's this app, called 'Always go older' it's catered for men over forty meeting younger women with similar interests. Go on dates, have long term relationships, or just sex.”
You couldn't believe the conversation you had been having with her before Jack came in, making the small space of the exam room even smaller. Having it with him in the room was your idea of a nightmare.
Jack nodded slowly, considering. “An app for... sugar daddies?”
You looked up at him. “You know what sugar daddies are?”
He pursed his lips at you in disappointment. “I'm old, I'm not clueless.”
“If you're interested I can get you a great discount,” said Lu like this was a business meeting. “Both of you.”
Jack looked at you but you missed whatever his eyes were trying to convey when you realised this app cost.
“You have to pay?”
“To be a member yeah, there can be a lot of creeps out there and they do real good work to make sure they're not in the club. You interested?”
“Not if I have to pay,” you said, thinking first of your bank account and nothing else. You only realised once you'd said it what it sounded like.
That you were interested. That older men and dating for you were hand in hand.
You looked up hoping at least Jack wouldn't have noticed. His eyes were on you, an amused tilt to his lips. “Okay!” you stood up, pulling off your gloves. “All the gravel and glass is out but I'm gonna get another blood test in to check your alcohol levels. I'll call a nurse to dress you up and we'll keep you for observation on that blood pressure.”
She nodded. “Do you think I could do a pregnancy test too? Just, while I'm here.”
Jack approached your side, watching you again. His head was tilted up but his eyes were down on you. He was attending but as always he waited on your say. He never overstepped, never made assumptions, always let you lead with your gut.
You wondered if that was what younger women were looking for...
“Sure, I'll get you a pot for a urine sample and we can get those tests.”
“Were you practising safe sex?” asked Jack.
Lu stretched out on the bed, pulling at the seams of her dress at her cleavage. “It feels better without.”
Jack seemed un-bothered, if anything understanding as his head slowly bobbed in a nod.
You'd never had sex without a condom before. Never wanted to risk it.
Jack held the door open for you, letting you lead the way out.
It was noisier and busier yet it was easier to breath. At least for a second before Jack's body brushed yours as he walked next to you.
“Is she a cop? Feel like we were being interrogated in there.”
“That or she gets paid to promote the app.”
You slid into a chair desperately trying not to look at the clock. You had a bad habit of doing so and the night would drag on. You pulled up her chart and distracted yourself with repeating what you'd already said to avoid the inevitable conversation you were gonna be having with Jack.
His mouth opened and you beat him to it.
“I swear we just started talking about that, I was just asking her how she fell and she told me about the guy and started talking about sex and the date and the app, I... I did not invite that conversation.”
He nodded. “It's okay if you did.”
“I didn't.”
“Okay.”
There was silence between you. Your finger moves quickly over the keyboard and Abbott stayed stood there, watching.
“If you're interested-”
“- I'm not,” you said, quickly, without really knowing what he was asking for.
Jack held his hands up in surrender. “Older men aren't too bad.”
“Oh no, I'm-I'm sure they're great, I have nothing against age, you know, old's great! Like.... like wine! Or-or cheese! I just, I mean, my love life- sex life is kinda, urm-” you stumbled over your words. It was annoying how Jack just stood there, letting you, without stopping or helping. “I just don't really have the time for dating.”
You worked nights and in the day you were catching up on sleeping and eating. The furthest your date life got was phone calls with Jack when he was grocery shopping and wanted your opinion, or sometimes in the morning when you got breakfast together before heading back.
He always walked you home, even if it meant an extra half hour before he got home. He was a gentleman like that.
He was still calm as he held his hands behind his back and watched you. “Are you looking to date?”
You chuckled. “Ha, you know a guy who works as crazy shifts as me?”
Jack's eyes lowered to yours. “Maybe. Might be a bit older though.”
You realised what he meant just as an ETA was called in.
The ETA had turned into five and for the rest of the night you and Abbott were too busy with the rest of the team to brush by each other. Every move was a hard move of shoulders to not bump or ripping of the gowns off and the harsh change of gloves. There was no time to talk about anything through the night, let alone whatever the hell had happened at the start of shift.
Your small reprise came when a man dressed in the makings of a rushed man walked in as the clock was striking past five in the morning.
“Excuse me, I'm looking for Lu Mari-gold?”
His hair was silver and growing at the back of his neck. It was brushed back handsomely and though he clearly must have been in his fifties (at least) he had a head full of hair and stubble growing on his chin.
He was handsome and even more so when you saw the bouquet of flowers he held in hand.
“Are you- are you family?”
“No I'm uh- I'm her partner.”
So you escorted him to her room, letting him in and giving him a small update on her care. He set the flowers next to her and you lingered, diligently checking her chart.
“Why'd you leave, honey?” he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed and petting back her hair.
“Oh you know,” she said, casually. “Didn't want to do the whole awkward morning after thing.”
“There'd be nothing awkward about it. I was gonna make you breakfast, had plans to make love two you in the morning.”
Your cheeks flamed up as he said it so casually, like he was laying out a list for morning plans which.... he well was.
You decided to give them some privacy and save yourself form listening. You gently closed the door over and watched them through. He kissed her gently on the forehead, cradling her and Lu soaked it all in in adoring eyes and gentle touches.
It was a sort of tender touch you weren't used to even seeing, let alone feeling.
“Hey,” there was a ghost of a touch on the small of your back and Jack came to stand next to you. “That her boyfriend?”
“Yeah, though I don't know if they're their yet,” you admitted. “They only met tonight- well, last night. But she ran out.”
“And he came to her,” observed Jack. “They'll be just fine.”
“How'd you know?”
“The way he looks at her.”
When you looked at Jack he was already looking at you.
The thousand moments between the two of you played out. The gentle ghosts of a hand, the watchful moments but Jack was like that with a lot of people, attentive.
Your eyes fluttered as you looked away from him to the scene playing out again. “Are you some sort of relationship whisperer?”
He huffed a small amused laugh and followed your eyes to look ahead. “I just know things.”
It wasn't long before Lu and her partner were walking out, the flowers in hand as his arm was around her waist, supporting her.
They stopped off by the nurses counter where both you and Jack lingered working on separate cases.
“We just wanted to say thank you,” said Lu. “And here. There's a ninety percent success rate.”
She handed you a business card with the app name and promo code applied.
“Oh, er, thank you,” you said, un-sure on what to say other than a thanks.
Lu smiled kindly, leaning in to you as subtle as possible. Her eyes lingered somewhere over your shoulder. “Though I don't think you'll need it.”
You turned, catching sight of what she was watching.
Jack stood with Crus who was thrusting a tablet to him but he was looking at you.
“I'll- er- put it to good use. I'll see you in a couple days to check out those stitches.”
Slowly they left and you were stood frozen, staring down at the card. Ten dollars a month wasn't so bad if you didn't count the subscriptions you already had at the student loan and bills and such. You got three months half price, maybe three months to meet the love of your life or at least get some-
The card was plucked from you fingers.
Jack twirled it around. “You thinking about it?” he said, an edge to his voice.
“What? No- I don't know, she just- it was a parting gift?”
He nodded, reading the card. “Always go older,” he read.
“It's the app, younger women with, um, older men.”
“Interested?”
The way he looked at you felt more like an invitation than a general question. His eyes were hooded as he looked at you. It was the way he always looked at you but it felt weighted.
“It's just an app,” you excused.
Jack held the card out between the two of you, letting you chose.
It should've been your choice but it felt like there was a right and wrong answer.
Slowly, you plucked it from his fingers.
Two days later you found Jack Abbott on the app.
You were scrolling in the bathroom on your three minute pee break. You'd got the app that morning, caving in after spending a night tossing and turning and dreaming. You could say the dream was any old man, a faceless sort but even if that were true you felt the hard press of the chest, the tickle of the stubble. You imagined the freckles along the arms and the low rumble of his voice in your ear.
“That's it... that's it... take me in... all the way... god you feel beautiful,”
You woke wet between your legs and hot all over with little to no time to do anything about it.
You were desperate, you told yourself as you hastily built up a profile, picking what small pictures you had of yourself not in scrubs.
You hadn't had time to check it until the bathroom break and you don't make it three profiles before you were faced with Abbott.
The pictures of him were pictures you'd seen before, a selfie with his stupid smirk, the peek of army uniform there. There was another of him that seemed to a couple years ago and the third and final was a picture of him in scrubs.
It was a picture of the night shift but you could tell there were several cropped out, but you who stood next to him were still there.
You stared down at the picture of you two, his arm was thrown over your shoulders casually. He was grinning at the camera and you had a small smile to, your body leant into him. You hadn't even realised you did that.
Didn't Abbott know it wasn't a good sign to have a picture of another woman on the dating app? Unless it was your mother and you were a mamas boy.
There was knocking on the bathroom stool doors.
“Have you coded in there?” Crus called out.
You huffed and got off the toilet, pulling up your pants and pocketing your phone.
“If only.”
The night continued as usual, abdominal pains, charting, lacerations, charting, traumas and charting.
You'd hardly got a look at Jack when it was turning to six in the morning and day shifters started piling in.
You were passing the break room when the door swung open.
Jack popped out, catching you, his arms braced at the door. “Get in here, now.”
You were worried, reading through every patient you'd seen that day. You were sure you dealt with them all attentively, you'd never misdiagnosed someone before and today couldn't have been the day.
Jack closed the door behind him, checking nobody was on their way to find you before speaking. He was calm as he walked over to you, leaning his hand on the table and crowding you. “Why do you think I need to talk to you?”
You tried to think of something you'd done wrong. Anything. “Trauma came in, I er, didn't intubate quick enough?”
He shook his head and you tried to think again.
Before you could hazard a guess, he spoke. “I thought if you were interested, you'd have said something.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Interested?”
Jack's chest rose and fell in a deep breath. “In going older.”
“In going-” your mind short-circuited to his profile. If you'd seen him just a few hours ago, he could have seen you before then.
“I thought I had made my invitation clear,” he uttered.
“Invitation?” you repeated, feeling like a stuck record player.
“To go older,” Jack stepped closer and you could feel the warmth of his breath. “I was inviting you to try it.”
His breath somehow still smelt of mint freshness whereas you were sure yours was coffee stained from the three cups you'd already drunk.
“And not through the app,” he added.
You gulped. “You saw me on the app?”
“I saw you on the app.”
“But you're on the app,” you pointed out, eyes flickering up to his.
“I got it two days ago to make sure you didn't get it,” he said. His eyes weren't focused on yours. They were flickering between your eyes and your lips.
You wondered if you were still dreaming. If you were still in your bed, still dampening your panties and sheets with this crazy dream of him. You pinched yourself slowly but you felt the pain and didn't wake.
You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them and he was still there. Still calm. “You want to have sex with me?”
Jack's jaw clenched. “Honey, I want so much more than that.”
His finger was light as it brushed the back of your hand that rested on the table there.
“I want what you want, and maybe even more,” said Jack, his hand cradled your face. thumb dragging over your cheekbone. “You just got to tell me what you want and I'll make it happen.”
You'd thought that being with an older man meant being told what to do, that you wouldn't get a word in edge ways and yes, it was hot to think about.
You imagined Jack would be that, gently guiding you through your pleasure like he understood it better than you did. “You, I want you.”
Jack's lips were soft on yours, his head tilted at the perfect angle that meant he reached every edge of your lips at once. He didn't push against you, annoyingly so, he just let you feel the press of his lips like a fresh summers breeze.
It was your hands that fell on his chest, it was you that tilted your head back so he could reach deeper. It was your tongue tracing the bottom of his lips to get in deeper.
The door clattered and you jumped from Jack like he'd scorched you.
Jack only opened his eyes slowly, turning.
Robby leant on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips as he sipped from his coffee cup. “Good morning, brother.”
Jack took you home to his and carefully man handled you through the door. Once it was closed his lips sort yours in a hunger even a twelve hour shift couldn't kill.
He breathed against you hard as he kissed you, stirring you through his house with his hands migrating from your cheeks, to your neck, to your waist, to your hips, to anyplace he could get a hold of you.
Your hands made his neatly combed hair a mess as you leant against him, letting yourself be moved around like a rag doll.
“Is this your house?” you asked against his lips. You couldn't look around to study his space, he was hardly letting you go to catch your breath let alone turn your head.
He nodded, kissing you. His tongue entered the warmth of your mouth and he moaned into you. “We didn't break and enter, baby.”
“But you-” you gasped as his hands travelled under your shirt, sending a chill. “You don't rent.”
This wasn't your best dirty talk.
Jack smiled against your lips. “No, I have a mortage.”
You kissed him again, holding him close as your hand slithered to the back of his neck.
He was still navigating you through his house till you felt your back hit a wall. “Does that turn you on?”
Slowly he pulled at the ties of your scrub pants and he slid his hand in enough to get a feel of the warmth of your cunt through your panties. You were wet, impossibly so just by kissing him.
“Yeah,” he said, breathless. “It turns you on.”
Jack's teeth scraped down your neck, his tongue soothing where he nipped.
You tilted your head back, a silent invite for more.
A thigh of his slotted between your legs and you fell onto it.
“You wanna- wanna tell me about tax returns next?” you teased.
“Maybe,” he said, lifting his head back to yours. “I kinda wanna taste you first.”
With strong hands on your hips he turned you and pushed you through the open door into a master of a bedroom. The bed was in the middle, a four postered type thing with clean and made sheets. There was nothing messy about it, nothing to signify the exhaustion of a night shift.
Jack held your body into his, hips rutting against yours.
You acknowledged somewhere in the back of your head that he'd told you years ago he moved into a bungalow. No stairs- easier on his leg.
“Do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking about you, on that bed?” he whispered into your skin, kissing the words there.
“You-You have?”
You felt his hair tickle you as he nodded. “Do you like knowing that?”
“Yes.” You reached over, cupping the back of his head till your tongues were meeting in a sloppy kiss.
Jack's hands slipped down your waist, down your underwear and spread at your cunt till he could easily slip in a finger.
You gasped against him, body curling in pleasure you'd never felt.
He moved with you as if he was chasing you, sucking on your bottom lip.
“You like that?” he uttered, dragging out your bottom lip.
You nodded as he slowly withdrew his finger to slip another in.
“Need to hear you like it, baby.”
“I like it, Jack, like your fingers inside of me.”
The fingers on his free hand moved to wrap around your neck, tilting your head back till it rested on his shoulder. With this advantage he could like on the skin, feel the heat of you and the jump of your pulse as he slowly worked his fingers in and out, curling at the spots that got you shaking.
Your held onto his arm, fingers digging into the skin.
“You're gonna like it,” he whispered. “You're gonna like it so much you'll never go back, never want anyone else.”
His fingers worked quicker as you felt him leave marks at your neck, in places you knew people would be able to see. “Still like my fingers inside of you?”
“Yes, god, yes!”
“How'd they make you feel, baby?”
“Good, so good.”
Jack withdrew his hands and turned you, guiding you up on the bed. He leant back on his knees, slowly undoing the ties of his scrub bants.
You'd never been happier that they were black, showing the outline of his cock, hard and begging for attention.
“Take your top off.” He gestured.
You did and his eyes grew darker though didn't know how that was possible. Your hands trembled with eager excitement to get your hands on him or for him to get his hands on you. You moved to un-clasp your bra but Jack shook his head.
“Keep it on. Take my shirt off.”
His chest was broad and slightly defined. Freckles dotted around and one or two scares you'd never seen before were littered there too.
It was instinct to move in to his neck to kiss him but his hand wrapped around your neck and pushed you down till you bounced off the mattress.
“Eyes on me, keep your eyes on me.”
You followed his order as he slowly dragged down your scrub pants and panties, getting a glimpse of how wet they were before they were chucked aside.
Hopefully that was the time Jack let you see all of him. No.
Like a prized possession Jack laid you out and spread your legs.
It was suddenly all too real. The haste of the drive over, his hand on your thigh, everything he said about being with an older guy and how Lu had told you how experienced they were. Would he expect something you couldn't deliver? Did you expect something?
“Jack,” you said only his name but you didn't know what else you were trying to lead on anyhow.
His eyes were earnest though clouded by desire as he pushed your legs up till you were sprawled out for him. “I'll stop any time you want.”
You watched him get closer to your heat. Felt yourself cry out for his attention.
“You're gonna like it, gonna love it,” he promised, eyes focused on you as he slid his middle finger inside of you. “Relax... relax.”
You tried to but as another one of his fingers slid into you, creating a slow thrusting pattern and his other hand kept playing with your cunt to get your lips spread you could do anything but relax.
Your breathing kicked up, your pulse was high.
As Jack leant down to slowly flick his tongue against your clit you threw your head back and moaned.
“Oh shit, Jack- Jack!”
His gaze flickered up to you, daring you to try to speak.
When you did it came out as another moan, his tongue flattening against your bud of nerves.
He played with you like that, moulding your legs around to where he wanted them. Flat on the bed, over his shoulders, up in the air. Anything to get him deeper inside of you.
All the while you alternated between watching him and falling back on the bed in aches of pleasure.
Jack watched where his fingers disappeared inside of you. “Swallowing me up, can't wait to get my cock inside of you.”
“Want it.... want it....” you mumbled, head back on the softness of his quilt.
“Yeah?” he whimpered.
Your hand fisted the quilt that smelt like him and you smothered your face in it as his fingers curled.
“Oh my god, honey... yeah....” Jack moaned before you felt the wet of his tongue on the heat of you.
You couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Whether it was his spit on your cunt or your want that was pooling into wetness on his sheets.
There was no warning, only your moans, as you came around his fingers and tongue. You had no idea you could come so quick, had no idea it could be pulled from your head to your toes.
Jack let your orgasm play out, pulling back to watch it leak. “Oh yeah... yeah...” his fingers swept up the mess lightly. “You're so sweet, oh yeah... moan like that...”
His tongue went in, licking up all the mess around you.
“Jack please, I can't- I can't!”
Your body was trembling beyond your control and he was still playing around with you and your sensitive bud. Your arms wrapped around yourself as if you could hold yourself together from breaking out in cries.
You hadn't noticed your eyes were screwed shut until you felt him move and heard the demand in his voice.
“Look at me.”
When you did you found Jack standing at the foot of his bed, scrub pants deserted and hand wrapped around his own cock.
You looked at him and then some.
“Touch me, touch me,” he said gently, prying your hands away from your chest with care.
With guidance he helped you sit up and helped you feel his cock.
You'd done this before but your mouth had never watered by the idea, your body never wept with the need to suck another guy off. Nothing about him disgusted you. Not the scars around his knee where he lost his leg, not the hair that dusted the base of his cock in tamed grey.
It moved you on.
You only jerked him off slow, only a little at first but his breath became laboured.
Jack's eyes closed as he grabbed a hold of your legs like they were his anchor.
You wanted to speed up.
“Go easy on me,” he said with a drunk grin. “It's been a while.”
You moaned and inched your body closer to the edge of the bed, your heat wanting to swallow him up.
Jack's eyes watched as you withered. He held onto your wrist that stayed wrapped around the base of his cock. “No, no, no, don't put it in yet.” Slowly he came to lean over you. “I want you to suck on it. You want it? Want to suck this old mans cock?”
In answer, the two of you moved quickly till he was lying flat on the bed and you were over him, slowly taking the tip in your mouth.
“Oh my god... oh yeah...” he moaned. Jack petted back your hair. “Take the tip.... take the tip... swirl your tongue...”
You took in his tip and swirled the tongue just as he said, watching him as you took him deeper with his careful help.
A string of 'oh yeah, don't stop' fell from him like a mantra as you took him deeper and faster, the need growing in you again.
“It's not- it's not too much?” he checked in, his head falling back.
You only took yourself off him to shake your head before sucking him into your mouth again, holding the base of him and working what you couldn't manage.
Jack groaned, hands flying to his head as his fists clenched. “You're so good... oh you're so good, baby.”
You took him deep and hollowed your cheeks.
Jack lurched. “Fuck! Fuck- shit, don't do that,” he moaned, guiding you off with pink cheeks. He chuckled, guiding you up to him. “I'll finish if you do that.”
He kissed you, never minding the both of your arousal on each other's lips. “They're are so many ways I want to be inside of you.”
You moaned against his lips. “I want you inside me, Jack.”
“I know, I know.” His brows pulled together as he seemed to have a battle in his own mind about just how to have you.
You didn't make it easier. In temptation you lied back on his bed and spread yourself out. All the while he was still caught up in thinking.
You almost started playing with yourself to relieve the build up when Jack grabbed your wrist and guided your fingers into his mouth.
He gently kissed the pads of your finger tips. “Turn around.”
Jack lied next to you, your back flush with his chest. He lined his cock up with your cunt, slowly sliding the length of it between your folds.
“Con-condom?” you mumbled, dreading the feel of anything that wasn't completely him.
Jake kissed your shoulder. “It feels better without. I'm clean.”
You nodded, breathless at the promise of feeling him. All of him. “I'm clean and I have a, an IUD.”
He kissed you again as he nudged the head of his cock into you.
Your moans echoed around the room as he held onto you, inching himself in further and further.
Only once you'd just got the feel of all of him he was slowly retreating to push back in again. For a moment it was only the sound of the both of you breathless and the gentle sounds of skin on skin as he moved at a steady pace, growing needier, getting deeper by every thrust.
“Oh my god... oh my god...” you moaned.
Jack's hands grabbed your hips, helping you meet his thrusts in urgency. The sun was just peeking through the blinds and a thin layer of sweat glowed off both your bodies.
You tried to grind your backside into him, desperate to feel relief as his pace remained steady.
Jack gripped your hip, leaning into your ear. “Don't rush it, don't rush it,” he nipped at your ear. “Don't be greedy, we'll go slow.”
You didn't want slow. You wanted fast. You wanted hard.
The slow drag of his cock through your walls drove you mad. He reached around, fingers circling your clit as his other hand finally un-hooked your bra.
It wasn't long before Jack was slamming into you, harder, your body rocking with his movements and the head of his bed hitting the wall.
“God, it's been so long.... you feel amazing...” said Jack as his fingers circled your clit hard.
“Jack I'm gonna-”
At the warning he stilled himself inside of you.
“Not yet, honey, not yet.”
You whined, hand moving round to grab at his ass and hold him in.
Jack groaned and bit into your neck. “I know, I know. Just gimme a minute.”
You had no choice as he slid out of you and moved you around so you were flat on the bed. You felt his fingers thrust inside of you again harder than before.
His breath was hard, chest rising and falling quickly. “I wanna make you come in so many ways I can't chose how.”
He was a man starved, ravenous as he dedicated time to licking you up again, if only for a minute. But he moaned around you, sucked in your nerves and released it to the mercy of his fingers.
“Jack!” you yelled, screw the neighbours.
There was a growl somewhere in the back of his throat as he loomed over you.
“You wanna fuck me?”
“Yes, Jack, bad so bad!”
“Okay, okay honey, fuck me then, come one baby.... I know you can.”
Jack pushed into you as the both of your eyes clashed watching the pleasure in each others eyes. He set a brutal pace, holding a leg up as he peppered kisses along your chest.
“J-Jack-”
“Tell me how good I feel.”
“So good.”
“So good, yeah baby, so good,” he gasped. “Oh fuck, god baby!” He reached over and gripped the headboard, body tight in pleasure.
You arched off the bed.
“I need you to come,” he announced, eyes screwed up in pleasure as he thrusted into you hard, the slap of his balls on you.
You watched where he met you as your legs shook.
“I need you to come so I can come.... one more time, baby.... one more time, please....” he begged.
The sight of him sweating, his body rigid, eyes shut in pleasure and mouth hanging open only to voice obscene moans was enough to have you coming over the edge.
Your walls tightened.
Jack must have felt it as he steadied himself over you, fingers falling between your bodies to work you through it. “That's it.... that's it.... that's it...” He kissed along your collarbone.
You released over him, gasping, body melting into him as Jack rode out your orgasm.
“Arg... oh god... you feel so good, I-urg-”
Dirty words spilled from your mouth as Jack latched onto your mouth and let go inside of you.
The both of you were a panting, sweating mess as he calmed down, slowly slipping out of you but kissing away every whine and protest.
Your breathes slowed and slowly Jack slipped out of you, watching his release leave you.
His eyes flickered back up to you, brushing away hair that had stuck. “I've never come like that in my life.”
You were still catching your breath, still waiting for the race of your heart to dull. “Your welcome?”
Jack chuckled, falling beside you and throwing an arm over you. “I think you can delete that app now.”
You groaned with a wave of embarrassment, covering your face. Gently, Jack pried away your hands and kissed the palms of them. You turned on your side. “Are you going to delete it too?”
“Honey I only got it cause I couldn't stand the thought of you getting it, and some other gut thinking he can treat you better.”
“I always hoped it would be you.”
Jack kissed you tenderly. “So?” he asked against you. “You think older is better?”
summary: a night out with some coworkers after a medical conference leads to you accidentally texting your attending about how hot you think he is.
word count: 4.6k
contains: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, reader is a doctor, no use of y/n.
a/n: i know nothing about being a doctor or going to medical conferences but i tried my best here. If something is disgustingly inaccurate plz let me know :)
If you were being honest, you hated these things. Conferences, galas, all of it. You loved being a doctor, it was your life’s passion after all, but it was the incessant obligations outside of the hospital— the networking, the dressing up, the horrid small talk with other doctors— piled on top of your already packed schedule that had you dreading this particular medical conference more than usual.
There was one small silver lining, at least. This time, you had friends.
You’d only begun working at Pittsburg Trauma Medical Center a few months ago, looking for more of a challenge after spending the past few years of your career in dermatology. You didn’t hate it, per se, but you felt deep in your bones that you were meant for more high stakes work.
Not only did the job suit you better, but the people did too. Sure, you’d met some nice people in dermatology, even met your best friend there, but working in the ER surrounded you with people much like yourself. Adrenaline junkies.
Unfortunately, adrenaline junkies and medical conferences did not mix.
That’s how you found yourself at some dodgy dive bar down the street from your hotel the last night of your conference with two of your coworkers, Trinity and Victoria. The three of you had been bored out of your minds at the last lecture of the day, where some old pretentious man droned on and on and onnnnn about medical research that was about 25 years outdated. You really needed a drink.
“Okay, I know we agreed on vodka crans, but I got us green tea shots too. My treat, alright? I fucking need a shot after whatever that lecture was,” Trinity explains as she returns from the bar, setting three drinks and three shots down on the center of the table. You were able to snag some seats in the back corner of the bar, thankfully, because the last thing you want to deal with is any more people today.
“Oh god, it was horrible, wasn’t it? I was just about ready to rip my hair out. Didn’t think that guy would ever stop talking,” Victoria replies as she reaches for one of the shots.
The three of you clink glasses, tapping them down onto the wooden surface of the table before knocking them back.
“God, that’s fucking good,” you wince, the alcohol burning at the bottom of your throat.
The night continues in a cycle of work gossip and ordering vodka cranberries for the table. By the time you guys are leaving, you’re thoroughly buzzed.
You walk back to the hotel together, arm and arm, when you get back onto the topic of work. Feeling a little more truthful than usual due to the alcohol coursing through your system, you decide to tell your friends about an awkward moment you had during one of your shifts last week.
“Oh it was awful, you guys. I was assisting Dr. Abbot with a perforating GSW and he asked me to hand him hemostatic gauze, and I dropped the package all over the floor trying to open it. I’m talking gauze everywhere. I had to rush to get a new one, my hands were shaking like hell when I gave it to him,” you ramble. “And the worst part? He noticed. Pulled me into one of the on-call rooms afterward to ask what was up with me. I was horrified.”
Victoria furrows her brows, and Trinity slows her steps until the three of you are standing still in the middle of the dimly lit sidewalk.
“What’s wrong? Why are we stopping?” you ask, confused.
“Sorry, you were nervous?” Victoria questions.
“I didn’t even know that was possible for you,” Trinity admits, shock displayed on her face.
“I mean, yeah. If you guys had been there, you’d understand. The whole room was tense, you could hear a pin drop,” you explain.
“Don’t think that’s how I’d describe the Pitt, but okay,” Victoria concedes, falling back into step toward the hotel as you and Trinity trail close behind.
“Y’know, I don’t think it was the GSW that had you all worked up. I’ve seen you in action. You’re not one to falter, especially not like that. I think maybe a certain night shift attending has you all hot and bothered,” Trinity prods, landing a playful punch against your shoulder.
Victoria whips her head around at that. “Oh my god. That’s totally it!” she squeals. “Are you guys hooking up? I’ll be soooo jealous, he’s a total silver fox.”
Heat blooms in your chest and creeps up to your cheeks. You’re suddenly very, very hot.
“Jesus, no. I’m not hooking up with him. I’m not even into him, not like that. I can promise you he’s not what made me nervous,” you ramble. “We work a high stress job, it’s normal to make mistakes. And that’s all it was, a mistake,” you babble on, hoping your friends won’t pick up on the fact that you’re lying straight through your teeth.
While the part about not hooking up with him is true, you can’t deny the fact that you definitely have feelings for Doctor Jack Abbot.
It’s all his fault, really. From the start, he was charming. Good at conversation. Never made you feel less than, despite being the newbie of the department.
And it definitely didn’t help that he looked like that. Salt and pepper curls that framed his angular face which was dusted with freckles. Wrinkles around his eyes and mouth that made themselves known when he smiled. Biceps that bulged underneath his scrub top sleeve, which was far too tight considering the size of his muscles.
It got worse once you guys fell into a rhythm, able to work in tandem. Sometimes you didn’t even need words. It only took one look at each other for you to know exactly where he needed you, how to best assist him with a procedure.
If it wasn’t a look, it was a touch. A gloved hand overtop yours, guiding you on where to make an incision. A warm, large hand braced against your back as you intubate. A pat on the shoulder after you successfully stabilize a patient.
But undoubtedly, the worst part was the way he spoke to you. Whether it be a “Nice work, Kiddo,” after a particularly stressful chest tube placement, or a “What’s goin’ on up there?” with a featherlight touch to your temple when you were lost in thought. It was like he could sense what you were feeling before you’d even figured it out for yourself.
Clearly, whatever feelings you have for Dr. Abbot are written all over your face, because Trinity and Victoria seem wholly unconvinced.
“Okay, well if you’re not hooking up with him, then you should be. I’ve seen your dynamic, there’s some clear tension between you guys, babe,” Trinity argues as you finally approach the doors of your hotel.
“Yeah, that’s not happening. Even if I wanted it to, which I don’t, there’s no way he’d be into it,” you explain, the warmth in your cheeks only growing.
Victoria lets out a dramatic sigh as you make your way through the hotel lobby toward the elevators. “And I thought I was clueless.”
“Sorry?” you ask, pressing the button for the elevator. It dings and the doors open, the three of you piling in. You quickly push the button for floor three. You want to escape this situation as fast as possible, if you’re being honest. Your emotions are too heightened from the drinks to be having this conversation right now.
“If you can’t see it, there’s nothing we can do to help you,” Trinity replies. “Anyway, it might not be the brightest idea to sleep with a coworker. We all know how that went for me…”
“Oh Trin it wasn’t that bad. At least she doesn’t work in the same department,” Victoria remarks, then gestures vaguely at you. “Imagine if this hypothetical hookup with Abbot really did happen. She’d have to work with him all the time and he’s her attending. Now that’s bad.”
You groan. “Gee, thanks guys. I feel really supported right now.”
“So you do want to sleep with him then?” Victoria quips.
“No! My god, you guys. I’m done with the conversation,” you exclaim. The elevator finally reaches your floor and you waste no time stepping out into the warmly lit hallway.
“Well, I’ll see you both bright and early tomorrow. Still want to get coffee before the airport?” Trinity asks as she fumbles with her keycard outside of her room door.
Victoria, one door down from Trinity, follows suit in swiping her card. “Sure, how’s 7:00 sound?”
“Works for me, see you guys tomorrow!” you reply with a smile and a wave, making your way down to the end of the hallway to your room.
It hits you as you struggle to get your door unlocked that you’re a lot drunker than you thought. Not enough to warrant a hangover, but inebriated enough that you stumble toward your bed as you kick off your shoes.
After taking a much needed shower, washing away the grime of a long day, and putting on a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top, you cuddle up into bed and check your texts.
There’s multiple from your best friend, Jackie. The one you met when you worked in dermatology.
Jackie: girl i haven’t heard from you all day
Jackie: is the conference terrible
Jackie: so glad i don’t have to go to those lol
Jackie: is dr hottie there at least
You chuckle at her messages. Of course she’d bring him up. She’s the only person you’ve confided in about your attraction to Dr. Abbot, and she’s become obsessed with him ever since. Even gave him that ridiculous nickname.
You swipe back to check your other notifications, reading a text from your mom and watching a Tik Tok that Trinity sent you from her room before you finally go back to reply to Jackie.
Unfortunately, in your inebriated state, your finger slides on your screen and deletes your text chain with her.
“Shit!” you exclaim. At least you remember what she said. You quickly click the “New Message” button and start typing out her name.
j… a… c…
You click on her contact and begin typing.
You: sry i’ve been busy but yes the conference was shit
You: got drinks after im a ltitle drunk lol
You: and yes dr hottie is here thank god
You: i sat behind him during a talk this mornign and had to fight urges to run my hands through his sexy silver hair
You: i didnrt do it tho. i am brave
Sighing, you shuffle in bed so you’re no longer sitting up against the headboard but laying on your side. You reach toward the nightstand and flick the lamp off, filling the room with darkness.
Well, the room is dark until your phone buzzes on the mattress next to you and the screen lights up, emitting a soft glow.
Rather quickly, it buzzes again. You reach for it, expecting Jackie’s replies. While it’s not very late, she’s a night owl through and through, so of course she’d answer you immediately.
Instead, you see two notifications from… Jack Abbot? The only times you’ve ever texted him were about coming in early or that one time you’d forgotten your sweater in the break room and asked if he could hide it in one of the cabinets until your shift the next morning. Why would he be texting you at 11:00pm on a night you were both off?
You unlock your phone and click into your text thread with him.
Jack: I think you meant to send those to someone else.
Jack: I’ll try and sit farther away next time. Wouldn’t want my hair distracting you.
You shoot up in bed, breath catching in your throat. Immediately, your chest is on fire. There’s no fucking way you sent those messages to him.
You: oh my god
You: im so fuckign sorry
You: i was trying to text my friend
Jack: It’s OK.
You: its not
You: its extremely unprofessional
You: im so so sorry
Jack: Stop apologizing.
Your breathing still hasn’t calmed down. You’re mortified. How are you ever going to face him again?
For a minute, there’s no other reply. You debate texting him again, but what could you even say? “I’m sorry I think your hair is sexy”?
Instead, you try to focus on calming down. Everything will be fine. You can blame it on the drinks, even if you’re not really drunk. He won’t know that you’re lying.
Your eye catches on the three little dots at the corner of your text thread. He’s typing again. A lump forms in the base of your throat.
Jack: Where are you?
Confused, you type out a reply.
You: my room
You: why
Jack: How much did you drink?
You: not much
You: a few vodka crans with trinity and victoria
You: im mostly sober now
It wasn’t necessarily a lie. This interaction definitely sobered you up.
Jack: So you’re OK?
You: yep
You: safe and sound
Jack: Good.
Jack: Dr. Hottie, huh?
You: oh god pls dont remind me
You: im mortified
Jack: Don’t be.
Jack: Are you in bed?
Your eyebrows furrow at that last message. At first it seemed like he was just checking in on you, making sure you weren’t stranded and drunk at some shady bar. But what kind of question is that?
You: yes
Jack: Send me a picture.
Eyebrows knitting together in confusion, you open your camera and take a photo of the foot of your bed. You can make out the shape of the chair in the corner of the room and the TV mounted to the wall. You go back to your texts and send him the photo.
You: [1 attachment]
You: see
You: exactly where i said i am
Jack: No, a picture of you.
Oh.
With shaking hands, you swipe back to the camera app, this time flipping it so it’s front facing. You snap a photo of yourself, angling the phone so it captures your face and part of your torso.
You examine the photograph, taking in the pouty expression on your face and noting the way your tank top rides up at your stomach, exposing your midriff. Considering you didn’t put on a bra, you can see the faint outline of your nipples through the thin material.
Without overthinking it, you send him the picture.
You: [1 attachment]
Jack: Jesus.
Jack: You always sleep like that?
Feeling bold, the remnants of your night out still coursing through your veins, you type out a reply.
You: no
You: i usually sleep naked
You: but that feels a bit too exposing for a hotel
Jack: Fuck, sweetheart.
Jack: You have no idea what you’re doing to me.
You: send a pic
You: i wanna see
Heat pools between your legs. There’s no way this is happening. You’ll wake up tomorrow and realize you dreamt up this entire conversation.
An image from Dr. Abbot comes through.
Jack: [1 attachment]
He’s laying in his hotel bed in nothing but his underwear. You can’t see his face, but his chest is on full display. God, his muscles were something else.
But the real star of the show is his bulge, straining hard against the fabric of his boxers. One of his veiny hands rests atop it, and you can’t help but notice the wet spot pooling where his erection sits.
Fuck.
You hold your phone in one hand and slide the other one underneath your shorts and panties, rubbing slow, methodic circles against your core. Your phone pings with another message.
Jack: What’re you doing now?
You: touching myself
You: are u
Jack: Fuck, yes.
Growing warm, you kick the bedsheets aside. Your hand continues to circle, pressure building deep in your belly.
You: wish i could see u rn
Jack: [1 attachment - 0:21]
Oh, God.
Suddenly, everything starts feeling a little too real. You should not be doing this. He’s your attending. You’re sacrificing your career, everything you’ve worked so hard for, for what? One meaningless night?
But the way your hand is creating friction against your clit combined with Jack’s messages have you too horny to care, if you’re being honest.
Nervously, you click play on the video.
You almost regret doing it.
But you can’t look away from the sight of him pumping his cock up and down in the dim lighting of his hotel room.
It’s long, longer than you were expecting. And thick.
You watch as he drags his hand from the base up to the head, uses his thumb to circle the precum that's built up at the slit, and then works it up and down his length.
If the sight of that wasn’t enough, the sounds he’s making have you groaning into your pillow. He’s practically growling, the noises coming ragged from the depths of his throat.
You can’t even think straight, you’re so desperate for more. For anything. Without even thinking about it, you open your phone camera again and start recording.
It’s nothing special, considering how worked up you are. You really can’t even see much since your shorts and panties are still on.
You film as your hand moves underneath the fabric a few times, breathy moans escaping your lips. You pull it out slowly, showing off the sticky mess left on your fingers for the camera.
You: oh my god
You: thats so fucking hot
You: [1 attachment - 0:14]
You: this is how badly i want u
There’s no response for a minute, and you worry that you went too far. Maybe he realized how fucking crazy this whole situation is. Because that’s exactly what it is. Crazy.
Before you can begin to spiral too hard, your phone buzzes in your hand.
He’s fucking calling you.
You let it ring a few times, working up the courage to answer.
With a shaking hand, you click accept.
He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can hear his heavy breathing and the sound of something wet in the background.
“How are you doing it?” he mumbles into the phone, abruptly.
“What?”
“How are you touching yourself? Tell me.”
“Oh, I’m– I’m rubbing circles on my clit,” you can barely make out the words, feeling embarrassed.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Slip a finger in.”
“Jack, I–”
“Fuck, I need you to,” he begs. “Please do it for me, Kiddo.”
“O-Okay,” you stutter, lining up your middle finger with your entrance and sinking it in. You release a moan at the sensation, pumping your finger in and out a few times before adding another.
“God, that sound. You sound so pretty when you touch yourself. Can you hear me? Hear me pumping my cock? It wants you so bad, Sweetheart. You have no idea.”
His words make you shudder, more needy sounds escaping from your throat. The sound of his hand working against his length combined with his breathy moans have you bucking your hips into your hand.
“I want you too,” you whimper.
“What’s your room number?” Jack grunts.
“What?”
“I can’t do this. Knowing you’re right down the hall. What room are you in?”
You blink.
“302.”
The line clicks.
He hung up.
You stare at the dark phone screen in front of you, fingers coming to a stop under your panties.
What the actual fuck just happened.
Is he coming here? Like right now?
Suddenly, there’s three sharp knocks at the door. You readjust your panties and shorts and nervously make your way to the door, fumbling to open it because of how hard you’re shaking.
As you expected, Jack Abbot stands in front of you clad in a white t-shirt and a pair of sweats. He’s using his crutches, didn’t even waste time putting on his leg. His left foot dons one white sock. No shoe.
Just looking at his face makes the ache between your legs grow. His skin’s coated in a thin sheen of sweat, curls sticking to his forehead. His breathing is uneven, chest heaving against the tight fabric of his shirt.
Without a word, you open the door wide enough to let him through and he wastes no time heading directly for the center of the room, placing his crutches against the nightstand and sitting on the edge of the bed. You click the door shut and lock it.
“C’mere,” he whispers.
You take one step toward him. Measured, careful. Then another.
“Jack, I don’t know if we should…”
“Fuck, don’t say that. Would you just come here?” he growls.
You move closer until you’re standing in front of him. He reaches for you, placing his broad hands on your hips and tugging you closer to him, between his thighs. His thumbs move back and forth against your hip bone.
“Do you want this?” He asks, quiet.
“Yes.”
“Then let me make you feel good. Please,” he murmurs, pulling you even closer so he can press open mouthed kisses to the base of your throat and down your chest.
You moan into his touch, hands coming up to tug his hair.
“Is it as good as you imagined?” he teases.
“Sorry?”
“Running your hands through my ‘sexy silver hair’? Your words, not mine.”
A laugh escapes from his lips and you groan, dropping your head on top of his so he can’t see how horrified you are.
“Yeah, I’m going to regret that text for the rest of my life.”
Jack brings his hands up from your waist to the back of your head so he can pull you back to look at him.
“I’m not,” he says, maintaining such an intense eye contact that you begin to tremble underneath his gaze. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about it. Your hands in my hair. Your mouth on me. How you’d sound when I fuck you,” he whispers, leaning to continue sucking marks on your chest, just above the neckline of your tank top.
You moan at his words. If that’s the case, you should’ve been fucking him for months now.
Something snaps inside of you, and you give up on holding back. You want this. You can deal with the repercussions tomorrow.
You bring your hands down from his hair to his shoulders and push him back slightly on the bed so you have enough room to climb on top of him, straddling his thighs. He moves his hands back to your waist, keeping you stabilized against him.
“Hi,” you whisper.
“Hi,” he responds, breathless.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Fuck, please.”
You dip your head down and hover your lips over his, inches apart. You can feel his warm breath fan over your mouth as he exhales.
Fed up, Jack closes the distance, connecting his lips with yours.
And fuck, he tastes good.
You whimper into his mouth, quickening your pace, desperate for more.
The sound you make causes his grip to tighten around your waist, his kisses becoming sloppier. He darts his tongue out, seeking entry to your mouth.
You swirl your tongue against his and he releases a deep, guttural groan. Your bodies move together, hips grinding over the bulge in his sweatpants.
Between frantic kisses, he manages to lift your tank top over your head, pulling back only to admire your bare chest.
“Been dreaming about these,” he admits, taking his right hand off your hip to palm at one of your breasts. “They’re even better than I imagined.”
You throw your head back as he rolls your nipple between his knuckles. He dips his head and uses his mouth to suck on the other one, and the sensation has you rocking your hips even harder against him.
“So fucking sexy,” he breathes as he swirls his tongue around your nipple. You dig your nails into his shoulder, overwhelmed by his hands and mouth.
He kisses his way back up your chest and neck until his lips connect with yours again, hand still squeezing at your breast.
“Can I taste you?” he groans into your mouth.
You nod against him and he takes that as permission to lift you from his lap and toss you on the bed next to him, head hitting the pillow. You giggle at the sudden movement, Jack crawling above you to keep peppering your lips and jaw with kisses.
He pulls back so he’s sitting on his haunches and fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, he peels the fabric down your legs and tosses them aside. He pushes your knees apart so you’re spread for him, ducking his head to kiss his way up your thighs.
“Jack, please,” you beg.
He places a few kisses over the lacy fabric of your panties before he pulls them to the side, face to face with your dripping center.
He licks one slow, agonizing stripe up your core, causing you to buck your hips up in the air.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Kiddo,” he mumbles into your cunt, lapping up the wetness that’s gathered there. He takes his time sucking and kissing at your clit, dipping his tongue into you, building you up to your first orgasm.
“Jack, I–I’m gonna come,” you whine, teetering over the edge.
“Let it happen, Sweetheart. Want you to come on my tongue.”
His words send you over the edge, riding out your orgasm against his mouth as he keeps swirling his tongue inside of you. He continues to leave soft kisses against your sensitive clit as you come down from your high.
Once you’ve settled, Jack kisses his way back up your stomach and chest until you’re face to face.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” you admit, still in shock.
“Me neither,” he whispers, brushing a stray hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.
“I need you inside of me,” you breathe against him, desperate.
“Fuck, okay.”
Jack makes quick work of removing his shirt and sweatpants, then drags your panties down your legs, exposing you fully to the cool air of the room.
He strips himself of his boxers and pumps his length a few times with his hand, adjusting his position so he can line up with your entrance.
He pushes forward, seating himself inside you down to the hilt in one fell swoop. You moan loudly at the feeling of him, how he fills you entirely.
“Oh God, Jack,” you mumble.
“You okay?” he asks, hesitating to move.
“Yes, God, yes. Please move.”
With a grunt he begins working himself in and out of you, setting the pace. The head of his cock keeps hitting that spongy spot deep inside you so hard that it’s making you see stars.
“Fuck, Jack, just like that,” you babble, clawing at his back to stabilize yourself against his frantic thrusts.
“Jesus, Kid. You feel so good,” he mumbles into your neck. “I’m not going to last. Where do you want me?”
“Inside, do it inside,” you beg.
Those words alone are enough to make him falter, his pace becoming uneven and sloppy as he releases thick spurts of cum inside of you.
The warmth of his release combined with the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you has you hitting your peak, coming again with a garbled moan.
Exhausted, Jack collapses on top of you, head still nuzzled into your shoulder. The two of you are panting heavily, chests heaving against one another.
After catching his breath and leaving a trail of kisses beneath your ear, Jack lifts his head so he can look at you.
warnings: neighbor!reader, age gaps (40-50 year old men + 20+ year old woman), wet dreams, voyeurism/exhibitionism, mentions of potential dvp, minor orgasm control, face fucking/oral (m!receiving), pussy fingering (scissoring), squirting, three way kiss, masturbation, semi-established relationship, forced eye contact, piv
w/c: 9.4k
notes: there needs to be more threesomes guys. shout out to the two people who inspired me for this. (in no way is this related to the scenes involved or the season as a whole, also let’s pretend what happened with al-hashimi didn’t happen)
Jack Abbot.
Jack fucking Abbot.
God, the man he is.
You first notice him because of that stupid door.
More specifically, because he always leaves just as you’re getting back. So you have two whole minutes of admiring Jack as you make your way to your apartment. It’s become a rhythm, three months of you stepping off the elevator and walking around him for him to get on.
-saturday, january 5th-
You’re locking your apartment door, half awake and trying to balance your backpack, your keys, and the travel mug you definitely overfilled, when you hear the soft ding of the elevator across the hall.
Quickly, you glance at your reflection in the gloss of your tumbler, squinting a few times to ensure you didn’t look you came from hell and back. In a rush of trying to look presentable, you somehow unlocked and locked your door twice, intently listening for the familiar tired footsteps.
Jack steps out the elevator just as you turn around, and for a second your brain forgets how to function.
Still in scrubs, eyes heavy with the exhaustion of a long shift in a way that somehow made him even more hot. He pauses when he sees you, like he wasn’t expecting anyone to be awake at this hour.
“Oh.. hey,” he speaks, voice low and hushed like he was trying to be as quiet as possible.
You blink, trying not to stare. “Hi.”
It comes out softer than you meant and you mentally scold yourself. But he doesn’t seem to mind. You linger by the safety of your door, nibbling on your bottom lip as he steps across the hallway to his own apartment.
He shifts his bag on his shoulder, setting it down for a moment to grab his keys. “You heading out?”
You nod quickly. “Yeah. Uh, class.”
He pauses for a moment, swinging his apartment door open just enough for you to catch a quick glimpse inside. “Grad school?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at you.
Nearly giving yourself a concussion with how fast you nodded, cheeks warming. “Yeah.”
He gives a small, tired unfairly attractive smile. “Impressive. I can barely keep my eyes open after a shift.”
You don’t know what to say to that, so you just smile back, your own legs forcing you to step towards the elevator to save yourself from any embarrassment. “I’ll uhm— I’ll see you around.”
You don’t miss the way his eyes follow you until you round the corner, ducking into the seclusion of the elevator. You’re forced to stand and replay that interaction for three floors until you step out into the lobby. Getting into your car, hands shaking just a little you pull out of the lot, and only one thought hits you so hard you have to laugh at yourself.
Wow.
You are in so much trouble.
-sunday, january 12th-
You’re tiptoeing down the hallway, keys in hand, trying not to wake the entire building as you come back from your friend’s place. It’s early, way too early to even be coming home. You’re beyond exhausted in that warm, slightly delirious way that comes from staying up way later than you meant to.
You’re halfway to your door when you hear the elevator door open behind you.
You freeze for a second, eyes closing tight like if you hadn’t moved you wouldn’t notice him. Then he speaks.
“Oh, hey neighbor.” You slowly turn around, giving him a small smile as you tried not to focus too much on the sight of him.
When his eyes land on you, something in his expression softens as he makes his way to his door. You clutch your keys a little tighter, nodding at him before snapping your head to the lock hole as you rush to unlock the damn door. “Hi.”
He glances at your bag, eyes dipping a little lower to where the bag rested against your hip, then back up at you. “Long night?”
Your face heats instantly, looking over at him to where he lingered by his doorframe. “No, I— yeah. I was just… I was at a friend’s. Helping her study for this huge exam.”
“Mmm.” He hums lowly, tilting his head at you with a grin. “How do you think she’ll do?”
You puff your cheeks at his answer, looking up at the ceiling for some divine answer. You weren’t sure if you were hoping for this conversation to be cut off short or for it to keep going. “I hope she aces it. Or otherwise, I guess I’m not a good study buddy.”
He lets out a short chuckle at that, sending your stomach into tiny bursts of flutters. “I’m sure she’ll do great.”
You nod, trying not to stare at him, despite the literal magnetic pull towards. “Yeah, uh-huh.”
He seems to catch it, but thankfully, doesn’t comment on it. He nods toward your semi-unlocked door, giving you a once over, and there’s something in the way he looks at you. Maybe you’re hallucinating, maybe it’s the lack of sleep catching up to you, but there was something almost… dark about how his gaze lingered. “I’ll let you get your rest then.”
You finally get your key to fully unlock the door, hands fumbling to push and he watches with an amused look. You push the door open, then turn back to him. “You too.”
He gives you that soft, crooked smile, holding your gaze until the door closed behind you. You lean against it, crouching down as your heart pounded like you’d just ran a marathon.
You’re so screwed.
-friday, february 7th-
One month.
One whole month of pure torture.
Every day you bumped into Jack. Before his shift, after his shift, days when he was off (which was rare), but not a day went by without you seeing him. Often times, you found yourself wanting to bump into more and more, just for a quick conversation, just to see the way the fatigue of the day weighed down on him in the same irritable way.
The closer it got to May the more irritated you got. You were never a fan of the heat, but it seemed like the universe was definitely torturing you. Everywhere you went all you could see is Jack. On the street. In the hallway. In your fucking dreams.
It was awful. You had to confide to your friend about your problem, and of course her only solution was to jump his bones. It wasn’t fair. Night and day, all you could do was think of him. Nights were, admittedly, the hardest part of your day.
His voice replayed over and over again. His smile, his smell, his everything.
The way his calloused hands would feel against your skin, how he’d undress you slowly, taking time to savor and touch in the way you’d need. The warmth of his mouth against your neck, your stomach, your hips, biting and kissing in between your thighs. The stretch of having him finally slip inside you, and you wondered how he’d actually fuck you. Would he do it nice and slow? Would he let out all his pent up energy after a long shift? Would he use his tongue or his cock?
It was awful, and you felt so guilty, but the thoughts didn’t stop. And honestly, you didn’t try to stop them.
-saturday, february 22nd-
You don’t even remember the exact moment it happened. One second you were distracted, walking down the stairs with your friend as she boasted about how she passed her exam, the next you were overwhelmed with the sharp pain rushing up your leg. The sudden jolt of heat stopped you in your path, vision blurred as you gripped onto the railing to keep from falling over.
Your friend insisted on driving you to hospital, refusing to call the ambulance because the last thing you needed was to pay thousands of dollars on a ten minute drive. Now you’re sitting on a gurney in a curtained bay, ankle throbbing, nerves buzzing and head swimming with every possible negative.
Hospitals were always chaotic, and of course, being alone made it worse, but your friend had no intention of leaving you alone. A nurse finishes wrapping an ice pack around your ankle. “Someone will be with you soon, sweetheart. Just try to relax.”
You nod, but your chest is tight. Your friend rests her hand over your own, giving you some support through the silence. Coughing, machines beeping, people crying, people complaining, doctors and nurses yelling out patient statuses; it was a building of anxiety. You’re trying to breathe through it when you hear footsteps outside, then a voice.
“Who’s in six?”
You freeze.
You know that voice. That’s the very voice of the man who’s been plaguing your dreams all week. The curtain pulls back, and Jack steps inside, chart in hand, hair slightly messy from hours of work, scrubs wrinkled, eyes heavy.
He looks up from the chart, giving you a quick look before glancing at your friend beside you.
Everything in him stops. His brows lift, confusion flickering into recognition, then into concern. “What happened?”
He steps closer immediately, chart lowering to his side. Your friend glances between the two of you, and by the way your breath catches, her lips curl up into a smirk. “Oh, is this—”
You quickly interrupt her, pinching the side of her hand before she could say a thing else. “I—I just twisted my ankle. My friend, Hailey, brought me.”
He casts her another glance, giving her a polite smile before looking at your ankle. He gently lifts the ice pack, examining it closely. “You hurt anywhere else?”
You shake your head. “Just my ankle.”
He crouches beside the bed, he examines the swelling. His touch is careful, doing his best to not add to the pain. “Does this hurt?” He asks, pressing lightly, looking up at your face.
You wince, pulling your ankle away from him. “Yeah.”
His sucks in a slow breath, rubbing his brow as he stands up right again. “Okay. Im hoping it’s just a sprain, buttt… let’s do an X-ray just to be sure, alright?” He rests a hand on your knee, giving it a reassuring pat. Hailey looks down at his hand, eyebrows raised and lips pursed as she glanced up towards you.
Your face warms instantly, giving him a silent nod. He steps back, checking something in the chart, before moving towards the curtain. “Thank you, Hailey, for bringing her in.”
At the sound of her name, she instantly perks up, nodding all too eagerly. “Of courseee, Doc.” He smiles at the two of you, ducking out of the room and you watch him walk away. Your pulse is racing, and your ankle is definitely not the only thing throbbing. Your friend turns to you with wide eyes, shaking your arm in disbelief.
“What the fuck?! That’s Jack? He’s hot.” She loudly whispers to which you quickly smack her arm.
“I know.”
-6:50 pm-
The boot feels heavier than it looked in the ER. Every step is clumsy, awkward, and a little embarrassing, especially with Jack walking right beside you, one hand hovering near your elbow like he’s ready to catch you at any second.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks for the third time as you reach the apartment building.
You nod, even though you’ve been more focused on the feeling of his fingers grazing against your arm. “Yeah. Just… slow.”
He chuckles slightly. “Slow is fine.”
He opens the front door for you, then waits for the elevator with you, keeps a firm grip on your elbow just in case. You’re hyper‑aware of everything— his warmth, his presence, his attention, his hands.
By the time you reach your floor, you’re out of breath and flustered for reasons that have nothing to do with the injury.
When you reach your apartment, you fumble with your keys to which he just gently plucks them from your hand. “Here,” he murmurs. “I got it.”
He unlocks your door and pushes it open, then turns back to you, one hand hovering behind you. You step inside, and he follows just far enough to make sure you don’t trip on the threshold.
“Do you need anything before I go?” He asks, taking a look around while you have your back turned to him as he set the keys down on key holder against the wall. “Water? Pain meds? Food? I can grab something on my way back.”
You blink, turning around to look at him as he leans against the doorframe. “You’re… you’re going back to work?”
He shakes his head with a small frown. “Just need to finish charting.” He paused at the look on your face, scratching the back of his neck. “Do you… want me to come after?”
You look up at him, thinking of the question because the obvious answer was yes, but for some reason the word wouldn’t come out of your mouth. “I don’t— you should probably rest. I can handle it.”
His eyes linger on you as you limp toward the couch, and he’s instantly moving, hand back against the small of your back. When you sit, he kneels in front of you, eyes glued on your face as his hand instinctively rests on your calf.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
He nods, looking down at your foot before turning his attention back to you. “Keep it elevated. Ice every few hours. And don’t walk on it more than you have to.”
You nod back at him, looking down at your booted foot. “Yes, sir.”
He blinks slowly, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your nose and down to the small pout on your lips. He clears his throat, standing up again and quickly adjusting his pants. “I’ll check on you later,” he says finally. “Just text me if you need anything.”
You look up at him through your eyelashes, titling your head in confusion. “I don’t have your number.”
He pulls his phone from his pocket, handing it to you. You blink once, looking down at his phone as he motions to it. Your fingers brush his when you take it, and he freezes for half a second, just long enough for you to feel it.
You type your number in, hand it back, and he gives you the same crooked grin that makes your throat tighten up. “Get some rest,” he says, backing toward the door.
“I will.”
He hesitates in the doorway, eyes lingering on you as you leaned against the couch, propping your foot up on a pillow. He closes the door with a soft click, letting out a heavy exhale, as he glances down at the half chub in his scrubs. He quietly readjusts himself, stepping back towards the elevator.
-sunday, february 23rd-
There’s a knock at your door just after eleven, he had sent you a quick text telling you when he’d be over, so you came prepared on unlocking the door beforehand. He was about fifteen minutes late, and he’ll admit, he got a bit…. a head of himself.
Seeing you all vulnerable left him in a way. He spent the rest of the shift sporting half a boner, which eventually turned into an actual boner once he was home. Turns out having a boner for longer than thirty minutes really puts stress on a man.
You’re still in your oversized shirt, boot propped up on the same yellow pillow, tv playing the latest episode of your personal favorite show. “Come in.” You call out from the comfortable position you were in, and after a minute, he carefully pushes the door in.
Hair a little messy and damp from the shower he took, scrubs swapped for a T‑shirt and sweats, he steps into the living room, kicking the door shut behind him. He lifts a small paper bag in one hand. “Thought I’d check on your ankle,” he approaches the couch as you sit up to move to give him room but he gently stops you, keeping your foot propped up. “And I brought something to eat. Just in case you haven’t had anything yet.”
“Oh, wow, thanks. You didn’t have to.”
He sets the bag down on the coffee table, pulling out two deli sandwiches as he wipes his hands on his pants. He kneels beside your feet, one hand propped against the armrest as he studies the boot again.
“How’s it feeling?” He asks quietly, gently resting his hand on the boot.
“Better,” you sigh, wiggling your toes after he points to them. “Still sore.”
He nods, checking the straps and making sure there wasn’t much swelling.
“Looks good,” he murmurs. “Let’s just keep that ice on it tonight, mkay?”
You nod quickly, sitting up as he grabs the ice pack that shifted onto the pillow, examining it before looking at you. “Oh, uhm, my fridge is just behind this wall.” Pointing behind you, he stands up with the melted ice pack in hand, patting your head as he ducked around the corner to put the pack back to freeze. You can faintly hear him shuffling around in your kitchen, opening the freezer door and moving some things. You’re suddenly very self conscious, and you have to remind yourself that you were lucky he came on a day where you’d already done some heavy grocery shopping.
Then he makes his way back to you, crouching over to carefully tuck a frozen bag of mixed berries over your ankle. “Keep taking it easy, don’t wanna put too much weight and exertion on this leg.”
You nod, subtly peeking through your eyelashes to glance at his sweatpants as he turned to grab one of the wrapped sandwiches. “I will.”
He motions to the sandwich in his hand, then nodding his chin to the other one. “This one is for lunch, the other one is for breakfast tomorrow.” You listen to him intently, reaching out for the sandwich as he extends his arm out to you. Your fingertips graze against his open palm, the calloused warmth is the exact same as when you’ve dreamt of it.
He hesitates, just another second, lifting his finger in the air before grabbing the extra sandwich on the coffee table. “I’ll put this away for you.” He disappears back towards the kitchen, leaning back against the arm rest you peek around the wall, trying to catch a glimpse of him as he walks away.
Hearing his footsteps, you immediately lean away, unwrapping the sandwich as if you weren’t completely ogling him. His hands come together in a quiet clap, nodding at the sight of you taking a bite of the pastrami sandwich. “You good?”
You look up at him again, chewing slowly before giving him another nod. “‘M good. Thanks.” He smiled slightly, resting a firm hand on the side of your neck as he leans down just enough to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.
It’s barely anything. Just something friendly. But you nearly choke on the bite of food already in your mouth.
“I’ll check on you tomorrow.” He reminds in a hushed voice, patting the arm rest as he pulled.
You look up at him, cheeks warm. “Okay.”
He gives you a smirk, the one that makes your stomach flip every time, then heads for the door. “Rest.” He repeats, hand on the knob.
“I will.”
He leaves, the door clicking softly behind him, and you sink back into the couch, heart pounding, head still tingling where he kissed you.
-thursday, may 8th-
Your ankle is finally healed, two and a half months of long awaited bliss. Those two months went by incredibly slow, between Hailey and Jack checking in on you, you weren’t sure how long you’d last. Though you hadn’t complained over having to see Jack twice a day while you were healing.
No boot, no limp, total freedom. You’re carrying a small bag of groceries down the hall when you hear voices near Jack’s door.
One of them is his. The other is unfamiliar, lower, gravely, definitely not the same tired as Jack usually sounds after a shift.
You round the corner just as Jack steps out of his apartment with another guy beside him. The stranger is tall, sharp‑featured, wearing a hoodie and a frame of glasses that had you doing a quick double take.
Jack sees you before his friend does.
“Oh, hey.” He greets softly, voice softening ever so slightly, eyes following you as pass the two of them. You smile slowly, lips curling up into a shy smile, nodding at Jack.
“Hi.”
The stranger looks between the two of you, eyebrows lifting just slightly. He leans toward Jack, whispering something just quiet enough that you couldn’t really her. You look at the two of them curiously, eyebrows furrowing at the slight scolding look Jack gave his friend.
Robby steps forward, offering a large hand. “I’m Robby. I work with this guy.”
You glance down at his extended hand, balancing the brown bag in one arm as you eagerly shake his hand. His hand envelopes your own in a firm, calloused shake. “Hi, Robby, nice to meet you.” You speak politely, savoring the feel of his name on your tongue, and he clearly doesn’t mind how it sounds, giving you a pleased grin.
Jack clears his throat, stepping closer to you like he’s trying to subtly insert himself between you and Robby’s ‘curiosity’. “How’s the ankle?”
You blink once at him, nodding before carefully bending down to lift up the bottom of your jeans, making a show of rotating and moving your ankle. “Good! Really good. I’m back to normal.” Robby takes the opportunity to catch a good look at you as you’re focused on showing Jack your ankle, who’s stuck looking between what you’re showing him and the curve of your ass.
Both their attention snaps back up to your face as you stand up straight again, looking at the two of them with that sweet little smile. “Glad to hear it.” Jack says gently, and Robby just steps back, watching the interaction with obvious interest.
“So you’re the neighbor.” He speaks, nodding like everything makes sense now that he put the puzzle together. You tilt your head at the enunciation towards ‘the’, but give him an another eager smile anyways.
“Oh, yeah. That’s me.”
Robby’s grin darkens, arms crossing over his chest. “Yeah? Jack’s mentioned you.”
Jack’s head snaps toward him. “Robby.”
“What?” Robby says innocently. “You have. Sorry to hear about your ankle, sweetheart. Glad you’re better.”
Robby’s studying your face, watching the way your smile twitches into a coy little look. “Thank you,” you shift your grocery bag, lingering by them for a moment before taking a hesitant step towards your door. “Well… it was nice meeting you, Robby. I should probably—”
Jack steps forward, eyeing Robby as he watches with a smug smile, reaching out for the overfilled bag. “Here, let me.” He holds the bag in one hand, patiently waiting for you to unlock your apartment door and swing it open.
“Thanks.” You turn to him with a flutter of your lashes, reaching out for the bag again as he stands there, physically struggling to look away.
You slip inside, offering a shy wave to both of them before closing the door, and Robby has to grab Jack by the shoulder to tear his eyes away. The second the door clicks shut, Robby turns to Jack with a small chuckle.
“Oh yeahhh,” he nods in approval, squeezing Jack’s shoulder. “I get it now.” Jack laughs breathlessly, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“No wonder you’ve been in a good mood lately.”
-wednesday, may 14th-
It’s late afternoon, the kind of summer heat that comes in waves and makes everyone easily irritated. Jack and Robby are standing near Jack’s car in the parking lot, talking about something work‑related, or at least Robby is. Jack’s half‑listening, half‑zoning out like he always does after a long shift.
Robby’s mid‑sentence when he suddenly stops.
“Brother?”
Jack snaps out of his trance, looking away from the piece of chipped paint on the floor. “What?”
Robby tilts his chin toward the sidewalk. “Is that your neighbor?”
Jack’s head literally whips over to where Robby was looking, leaning against the hood of his car.
You’re walking toward the building, headphones in, sunglasses on, wearing the shortest fucking shorts either of them have ever seen in their life. If it weren’t the shorts that were the problem, that tight tank top did nothing to help, hugging in the right places, pushing just enough of your tits to barely spill out from the top.
Your hair is pulled up off your back, bag slung over your shoulder, and you’re carrying an iced drink that’s already sweating in the heat. Neither one of them say anything, just focused on the sight of Jack’s all too cute neighbor walking around with more skin showing than clothes. You spot them from the corner of your eye, pulling out one earbud with a light smile.
“Hi there.”
Jack clears his throat, not even attempting to try to hide his gaze. He did always have great eye contact, just so happened his eye contact shifted from your tits to your actual face. “Hey.”
Robby’s eyes remain on you, giving you a slow smile. “Afternoon.”
You let out a content sigh, taking another slurp of your refreshment only to catch the attention of both men as your lips wrapped around the straw. “Great weather we’re having, right?” You slipped your sunglasses off, tucking the arm into the middle of your tanktop. The subtle motion caught Robby’s attention, who gave Jack a quick nudge for his friend to indulge in the sight.
“You look like you’re enjoying the weather.” Robby says. Your lips curl into a knowing smile, looking between both men as you catch their peeks towards your cleavage.
You laugh softly. “Trying to. It’s so hot out.” You lifted your free hand to fan yourself, letting out a tired huff.
“You coming back from somewhere?” Jack asks, voice a little rougher than usual.
“Just the park,” you looked over your shoulder to where you came from. “Thought I’d get some sun.”
Robby smirks. “Mission accomplished.”
You snicker at him, one hand reaching out to playfully nudge him by his arm. Jack’s eyes instantly magnetized to your hand, watching in slow motion as your palm touched Robby’s sleeve.
“Well… I should head in. It was nice seeing you both. Jack, Robby.” You grab your sunglasses, slipping them back on before give them last look over the rim of the glasses, lips curled into a bright smile. The two of them watch in silence as you make your way into the building, sunlight catching on your shoulders like something out of a movie.
The second you’re out of earshot, Robby lets out a low whistle.
“Holy shit.”
“Tell me ‘bout it.”
Robby shakes his head in disbelief, crossing his arms as he turned to look at Jack. “If you don’t make a move, I will.”
-saturday, may 17th-
You’re halfway through folding laundry when you hear a knock at your door, somewhere between a frantic and polite knock. You wipe your hands on your shorts, pushing the basket aside before making your way towards the door.
Jack’s there.
He looks like he came straight from a shower, hair a little mussed, skin faintly damp, eyes dilated and focused. He’s in a loose grey shirt, and sweatpants, hands shoved into his pockets like he’s trying to keep them still.
“Hey.” He speaks softly, one hand coming out from the pocket to rub at the side of his jaw. “Sorry to bother… can I…?”
You instantly nod, stepping aside to let him in. “Yeah. Of course.”
He steps inside when you move back, turning back to you as you closed the door. He stares at you for a moment too long before looking around the room to figure out the right words.
He hesitates, looking up at the ceiling as he scratches the back of his head. He exhales slowly, shaking his head as you take a small step toward him. “I’ve been— hmm… I thought about this before, and I just… I just wanna see what’ll happen.”
You stand by the doorway, taking another small step towards him as you watched every emotion flicker on his face. “Jack?”
At the sound of his voice, he lets out something between a groan and a sigh, running his hand down his face. Once you’re within arm’s length, he reaches up, hand wrapping around your wrist to tug you closer. He gives you the chance to step back or to pull away, maybe he was giving himself the chance to change his mind. But you don’t move, staring up at him with those wide eyes, face painted in confusion.
His fingers brush your cheek, palm coming to cup your jaw. You nervously swallow the lump in your throat, eyes glued onto his face as he leaned forward. You look down at his lips, your focus diverting from his eyes to the fact that you can almost count each individual stubble on his face.
You subconsciously lean forward, your faces just within an inch from each other. His hand falls down to rest against the side of your neck, thumb brushing along your pulse point, a small smile slipping on his lips at the increase of your heartbeat. “Nervous?” He whispers, words falling into a caress against your lips. You shake your head slightly, lips parting as he moved in close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him.
“You sure?” His eyebrows furrow just ever so slightly.
You nod. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
He leans in slowly, like he was trying to test the moment and savor it all at once. You don’t move away, eyes fluttering close at the warmth of his lips against yours. The kiss is soft at first, the languid movement of lips on lips whose only mission is to just feel. To savor the feeling of your lips against his, taking the opportunity to fully test the waters.
The slowness is over longer than it lasted, because as soon as you lean into him, arms lifting and wrapping around his neck, that’s all it takes. His other hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, as his tongue pressed inside your mouth deepening the kiss in a way that made your knees weak. He exhales against your mouth, a quiet desperate shaky sigh, or maybe that was you.
All you could focus on was the feel on his hand roaming your body, large palm sliding down to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. His mouth moves with yours in a slow, hungry rhythm, each second pulling a little more out of him. He leans down without breaking the kiss, one arm tightening around your waist while the other slides lower, tucking under your ass in one smooth motion.
Before you can catch your breath, he lifts you, pulling you closer as you cling to his shoulders. The two of you make sure the kiss doesn’t break, in a heap of limbs, messy lips on lips and dominant tongues. Both of you stumble together toward the couch, too caught up in the buzz of each other to even attempt to pull away.
There’s a quiet urgency in the way he kisses you, a hot rush of need pushed through the softness, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your lips, the way you gasp against his lips, the way you lean into him. His hand tightens at your waist, guiding you backward against the couch until the two of you come together in a fumble of breathless pants. You break away from the kiss for a quick second, just enough time to suck in a sharp breath before he leans back in for another kiss.
His fingers tighten at your waist, urgency slipping in his actions with pent up need. Caught up in the moment, in the months of tension finally breaking open between you, his lips drag down along your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping at your pulse point.
You’re still catching your breath, head tilted to the side as his hands trail up under your shirt, seeking skin-on-skin contact. “Been wanting to do that for months.” He murmurs against your skin, voice thick with barely concealed lust.
You let out a little breathless whimper as he mouths over a sensitive spot, hands gripping at his arms. “Yeah— yeah, I noticed.”
-sunday, may 25th-
It’s been days since that kiss. It had left your lips warm for hours and your thoughts scrambled for days. Unfortunately, nothing else happened after that night, as much as you wished it had. You haven’t seen Jack since, not really. Just a glimpse of him in the hallways, the sound of his door opening and closing when he left for work, but the two of you sort of chickened out on each other.
So when you step into the hallway after a long day of class, bag in in hand and nearly collide with him, your breath catches.
“Hey.” He greets first, stopping short.
You give him a tiny smile, nodding at him as you slip your bag over your shoulder. “Hi..”
For a second, neither of you moves. He looks at you the way he did right before he kissed you, like he’s remembering it and he replaying it in his head.
“You’ve been busy?” He asks, slipping one hand in his pocket. Casual, like his tongue wasn’t in your mouth a week ago.
“A little, yeah. You?”
“Hard not to be.”
There’s a moment of silence, tense and awkward in a way that makes you shift from foot to foot. Jack’s apartment door is cracked open, warm summer air drifting in as the sounds of whatever game was playing spilled out into the hallway, along with the occasional groan of whoever was inside. You peeked towards the light pouring from the half closed door, attention snapping to him again as he stepped closer.
“Listen, I’ve been meaning to…” he trails off, searching for the right words as his gaze flicked along your face. “I didn’t want you to think I was avoiding you.”
“I know.”
“Because I wasn’t. I just—” he exhales, licking his bottom lip as he looked over his shoulder towards his apartment. “Honestly, I’ve been… trying to figure out how to talk to you without immediately wanting to kiss you again.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” his teeth catch on his bottom lip, knuckles rubbing against the side of his jaw. “You aren’t mad, right?”
“No, not really. I get it.”
“Do you want to come in?” He offers, motioning towards the door, looking hopeful but careful. “Just to… talk. Or… whatever you want.”
“Sure, thanks.”
He nods, a little too quickly, like he’s been waiting to hear that. He takes the book bag from your shoulder without asking, resting one hand on your back as he guided you towards the open door. As you step past him, his palm hovering against your back, he follows close behind you, his stride matching yours.
Jack’s apartment is warm in that lived‑in way, soft lamplight, a faint smell of detergent, the low hum of his AC unit rattling in the corner and the muffled cheers of the audience when their team scored a point. The place is tidy, simple, in a homey comfort type of way.
You’re halfway through taking in the room when you notice someone else sitting on the couch.
Robby.
A warning would’ve been nice, but you were glad today was a day you chose to wear something decent to class and not sweatpants. Jack gently sets your backpack down beside the couch, closing the door behind him as you awkwardly lingered by the armrest of the sofa.
Robby’s kicked back like he owns the place, one arm draped over the back cushion, a half‑finished beer dangling from his fingers. His boots are crossed at the ankles, and he looks perfectly at home. His attention shifts from the game, eyebrows lifting the second he sees you.
“Well, well,” Robby grins at you from the top of the can. “It’s great to see you again.”
Jack steps closer to you, not touching, but close enough that you feel the shift before motioning with his chin for you to take a seat. “You can ignore him.” Jack mutters, low enough that only you hear it, rubbing your upper arm.
Robby snorts. “Yeah, good luck with that,” he scoots down the couch to give you some room to sit, setting his can down on the coffee table. “You just get back from class?”
“Yeah. Long day.” You admit with a heavy sigh, stepping through the small gap of Robby’s legs and coffee table to take the empty space beside him. You look towards the tv, crossing your arms to seem like you weren’t two seconds away from cowering away like a turtle. “Who’s playing?”
Robby raises a brow at Jack as your attention is on the tv, eyes shifting to the empty space on the left of you silently motioning for his friend to join. “The Sixers,” he turns back to you, arm slowly stretching out to the back of the couch where you sat, testing the waters. “D’you drink?”
You laugh under your breath, shaking your head quickly. “Oh, no, thanks though.” Jack moves to sit beside you, leaning ever so slightly to the side just so he could fully look at you. You cast quick side glances at both men, studying Jack’s posture, Robby’s scent, their warmth, the fact that you were sandwiched by two hot, older guys.
This was a dream and nightmare at the same time.
You can feel Jack scoot closer, just enough that your arms are pressed together. Robby’s hand shifts towards your shoulder, lightly playing with your hair. “So, tell me everything about grad school. Jack’s been very quiet about you. A bit greedy, don’t you think?”
Maybe it’s the dim lighting. Maybe it’s the way Jack’s knee nudges yours again or the way Robby’s fingers toy with a strand of your hair. But you’re starting to suspect this might get you in trouble. This could either be the best thing ever, or an actual curse.
“I’m not greedy,” jack corrects quickly, voice low enough that it’s meant for Robby but close enough that you feel the warmth of it against your shoulder. “I just don’t tell you everything.”
Robby raises an eyebrow, eyeing you up and down. “Yeah, I noticed.”
He lets the strand of your hair fall, then reaches out to grab the can of beer, eyes flicking between the two of you with way too much interest. “Soo,” he says again, slower this time, “grad school?”
You clear your throat, trying to focus on Robby’s question instead of the way both of them seem to be orbiting you. “Well… I’m in my second year,” you swallow the lump in your throat, glancing from Jack, to Robby and back at Jack. “It’s a lot of clinical hours and late nights, but I like it.”
Robby nods pretending like he’s listening when his eyes are glued onto the curve of your neck, looking back at Jack who couldn’t help but stare at the jeans you were wearing. Robby’s fingers brush your shoulder again, slow and light.
Jack notices immediately. He shifts closer, enough that his arm presses fully against yours now, legs spread just to capture your attention. His hand hovers over the couch behind you, fingers lifting over Robby’s arm to brush along the back of your shoulder.
“Second year’s no joke,” Jack agrees quietly, his voice low and warm in your ear. “You’ve been working hard.”
The praise sends a little spark through you, forcing you to perk up, and Robby catches it instantly.
“Oh, she’s definitely been working hard,” Robby says, hand moving away from your shoulder as he leaned back. “Doesn’t hurt to get physical motivation from a neighbor either.”
You try to keep talking, but it’s impossible not to feel the way both of them are tuned into you. Robby watches you with that amused, knowing expression, Jack sits so close you can feel every breath he takes.
“And, um… my professors are great.” You add, though your voice comes out softer than you meant. Jack’s fingers graze your shoulder again, hand sliding to wrap around the back of your neck.
You’re suddenly very aware that neither of them is paying attention to the basketball game anymore. They’re both paying attention to you.
You blink between them, your brain trying to keep up with the way Jack’s hand is pressed against neck, guiding your head ever so slightly so you’d meet his eyes. Everything feels… a lot. Warm. Confusing. A little overwhelming. Mainly entirely welcoming.
“Uh…” you pause, eyes meeting Jack’s as he nods for you to continue speaking. “What is happening right now?”
Jack doesn’t say anything at first, he just rubs his thumb along the side of your neck, looking up at Robby who’s quietly watching the two of you. The three of you share this silent look, each of you waiting for the others to break the silence. There’s a look in their eyes, this dark warmth that dilated their pupils.
“Ohhh… shit, okey dokey.”
-exactly 4 minutes later-
The dim lighting cast shadows across your three figures entwined on the plush sofa. You sat nestled on Jack’s lap, one arm draped casually around his neck as he pressed a slow kiss against your lips.
Robby’s part watching, admiring the way your eyes fluttered to a close and the way you arched up against Jack’s touch. He waits, one hand resting on the small of your back before leaning in to kiss your neck. It’s a sudden warmth that surprises you, forcing you to pull away from the kiss with Jack with a small squeal. Your hand snaps up to your neck in protection, the two men sharing a sudden heated look of interest.
“Sensitive little thing.” Robby carefully presses another kiss to your neck, at first he tried to avoid any ticklish, sensitive spots. Jack watches for a moment, one hand grabbing at your chin to tilt your head back before he follows his friend’s show. He licks his kiss swollen lips, dragging his tongue along the side of your throat.
Your head shifts back, staring at the game that continued on the tv, biting your bottom lip to stifle the soft gasp that slipped from your lips. Four hands explored the contours of your curves, two pairs dragged down towards your hips, guiding you to rock yourself against Jack’s lap, while the other pair busied itself with the gentle squeeze of your breasts. You naturally arched into their touches, craving more.
Their lips inch up, further up along your neck and with one gentle hand on your head, their lips are guided towards your face. Robby’s lips finds yours first, a quick, wet tangle of lips and tongues. Under you, Jack watches, waiting until Robby pulled away from your lips to replace his with his own. They swap for a few rounds, wet smacking, sore lips and breathless pants filled the room.
At some point, you’re not sure how to distinguish whose lips are whose, and you’re almost certain they’ve somehow kissed you at the same time. Tongues flickered out, tasting, messy and sloppy with desperation. Two pairs of soft lips molded to yours, firm and slow, as they captured your mouth and their own in a long kiss.
Breathless, you broke away from the kiss, chest heaving and lips buzzing as you tried to suck in as many greedy breaths as possible. Their scents mingled together into this heady, dizzying aroma of musk, citrus and pure men. It filled your lungs and clouded your mind this weird mind binding state.
Jack’s fingers skimmed along her inner thigh, inching higher and higher until his fingers rested along the waistband of your jeans. He looks up at you, waiting for your eager nod of approval before helping you out of your pants. You stumble off his lap, eyes shifting from both men staring silently and eagerly at you as you slowly peeled off your jeans.
The two men watch with keen interest, Jack’s mouth slightly agape, breathing heavy as Robby tilted his chin up in an attempt to see you better. Wiggling out of your jeans, Jack’s eyes linger on your face before taking a subtle peek at the black lacy panties you had on.
“C’mere, sweetheart.” Robby extends a hand out to you, you quickly look over to Jack who furrows his eyebrows slight with a small nod. You rest your hand in his warm palm, following after him as he lightly tugged you in between his spread legs. His hands slowly traced up the sides of your thighs, dragging up towards the back of your thighs to cup the groove of your ass in his hands.
You scooted closer to him, hands resting on his shoulders as he toyed with the elastic band of your panties. Noticing the flushed look on your face, Jack lightly cleared his throat. “You don’t gotta be so nervous.” Jack scooted down the couch until his knees bumped against Robby’s, one hand reaching out to rub your arm.
“Yeahh, yeah, it’s okay. You’re okay… we just like you, that’s all.” Robby spoke soothingly, hands slipping around your hips to rest against your knees.
“‘M not nervous.” You retorted quickly, tilting your chin up despite the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Robby’s hand gave your ass a firm smack, eliciting a shy yelp from you.
He cupped your mound through the thin lace of your panties, watching the way you nervously bit your bottom lip, thighs clenching together. Your hips twitched forward on their own, cheeks heating up.
“It’s alright, we’ll go slow,” Jack reassured, standing up from the couch to rub your shoulders soothingly. “How ‘bout you take a seat and spread your legs for us?”
Glancing up at Jack, you quickly took a seat back on the couch, watching as Robby and Jack joined each other at the end of the couch. You brought your legs up onto the cushion, slowly propping your feet up as you maintained eye contact with them. You nibbled on the inside of your cheek, spreading your legs apart.
“I’ll be kind enough to let you go first, brother.” Jack clapped a hand on Robby’s back, leaning against the armrest as Robby grinned up at him.
You watched as he licked his middle and ring finger, making sure they glistened with saliva. Keeping eye contact, he slowly pushed his thumb beneath the elastic band of your underwear, lightly tugging on the fabric to pull it down your legs. You pressed your lips together, stifling a whimper as he exposed your pussy to the warm living room air.
He sucked in a low breath at the sight of your slick folds, licking his lips before shifting to the side to give Jack a better view. “Look at that.” He mumbled more to himself than either of you, Jack let out a shaky exhale watching as Robby slowly dragged the tips of his fingers along your slit.
You arched up into his touch, the heels of your feet digging into the cushions. Robby planted a gentle kiss on your inner thigh, easing one wet finger into your pussy. Pumping his finger languidly in and out of your cunt, his other hand grabbed your left leg, hooking it over the head of the couch to give him a better look at you. His index finger circled your clit with small tight circles, another finger slipping in.
You gasped and writhed under him, one hand coming up to grasp at his shoulder, pussy walls fluttering around his fingers. “Shh, shhh. Listen.” He glanced over at Jack, curling his fingers as he worked his way knuckle deep. Between the game on the tv and your soft gasps, the subtle squelch and slick of your wetness was heard, his fingers rotating and spreading apart.
“Fuck, look at you.” Jack stepped to your side, peeking down at where Robby’s fingers disappeared and reappeared from your cunt. It wasn’t until he approached your side that you noticed the erection straining in his pants, forcing out a shaky groan from your lips. Jack’s mainly focused on the sight of his friend’s fingers fucking in and out of you to care for the obvious tent in his pants.
You’re trying to speak, mouth parting only to be interrupted by your own moan as Robby slowly pushes a third finger in. You’re so close to attempting to form a coherent sentence, and you’re so close to coming, you can feel the rush of blood traveling through your body. “Don’t let her cum.” The words sound muffled against your ear, which is weird because it almost sounded like Jack told Robby to not let you come.
Robby’s fingers falter for a moment, his attention snapping up to Jack as he adjusted himself. Those three fingers slowly pull out of you, an annoyed huff leaving you as you turn to look at Jack. You only had the capability to form one word: “why?”
Jack reached down to brush a few stray strands of hair from your face, giving your head a soft pet. “I’m sorry, baby. I really am, we’re gonna make it up to you.”
Robby stop up from the couch, one hand hovering over the outline of his erection, adjusting his pants. You propped yourself up on the armrest, clit throbbing at the loss of attention. Jack quickly took his place between your spread legs, hands grabbing at your inner thighs to move your knees up against your chest.
You wrapped one arm around your legs, keeping your knees propped up against your torso. You could faintly hear his zipper coming undone, tilting your head to the side to try to catch a better view of what he was doing. Robby took a seat on the armchair, belt unbuckling somewhere in the distance.
Tugging his pants off until they pooled somewhere along his mid thighs, Jack carefully pulled his boxers down, freeing the angry erection from its confinements. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the thick, length bobbing slightly as he stroked himself. “Hurry.” You breathed out impatiently, catching the attention of both men who both seemed to physically remind themselves how to breathe.
Jack leaned forward hesitantly, eyes studying your face as he dragged the pre soaked head of his cock up and down your slit, painting himself with your arousal. You shuddered at the first touch, hips lifting involuntarily to chase the fleeting contact. Jack began to rub the tip against you, watching every shift of emotion on your face. Robby watched, transfixed at the sight of your pussy clenching as Jack teased you.
Pushing forward with incredible slowness, Jack glanced down, staring down at the way your pussy stretched and enveloped around him. Your breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you felt every thick inch of him stretching and dragging against your walls. He nudged further until he was bottomed out in your pussy, balls resting against your ass, giving you a moment to accommodate to his thickness. “Fuck— don’t clench, relax a little.” He cooed, fingers dipping along your slit to rub against your clit.
He fucked you slow and soft, hips rolling in long, controlled strides dragging his thick length almost all the way out before sinking back in until his hips ground against you. Each stroke made a wet, obscene sound, your pussy lips stretching shiny around him, creamy ring of mixed precum and juices building thicker at the base of his cock.
He kept the pace steady and gentle, every deep slide making your body jolt slightly against the armrest, your clit throbbing against his fingertip. His hips stuttered once before he locked back into that slow rhythm, pulling out shiny and slick before easing back in until your juices coated his balls. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Robby’s cock freed from his own pants, one hand tightly stroking himself. The wet squelch of skin on skin filled the blur of the room, quiet and messy, your arousal coating down his length.
He held deep for a second, grinding in tight circles so the fat head rubbed right against your g-spot. You whimpered under him, pussy clenching around him again as he gave your clit a small pinch. His free hand slid up, fingers wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to guide your face towards where Robby sat.
“Oh, shit.” You muttered breathlessly, voice strained as he fucked against that sensitive spot. Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, eyes glued onto Robby’s as his hips bucked up into his own hand.
“C’mere,” Jack grunted slightly, chin jerking towards Robby for him to approach the two of you. Jack looked back at you, his hand wrapped around your throat lightly tapping against your cheek. “Open your mouth.”
Your lips parted at his command, Robby stopped in front of you, one hand guiding the tip of his cock towards your open mouth. He watched with hooded eyes as your tongue darted out to lap at the weeping tip before taking him fully into her warm, welcoming mouth. Robby groaned, one hand coming up to rest on the top of your head, inching further into your mouth.
You hummed around his length, the vibrations sending jolts of warmth up his cock. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, hips jerking forward slightly. Relaxing your throat, you took him to the hilt, nose pressing against his pelvis as you swallowed around him. Robby cursed under his breath, gripping your hair as he fought the urge to buck into your mouth.
You slowly pick up the pace, sucking him sloppily, awkwardly bobbing your head from the angle. His hand slowly guided you, hips carefully moving against your face. Your body trembled and quaked under Jack, teetering on the brink of orgasm. Jake's movements turned shaky, hips stuttering and slapping against you quickly as your pussy clenched tightly around him.
Robby's breathing turned ragged, his grip tightening on your head as messily slurped around his cock. “Just like that.. good girl.” Your clit throbbed at the praise, inner muscles clenched around Jack’s length in a way that had him grunting heavily.
The obscene slap of sweat-slicked skin against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by their escalating pants and your gargled moans. Your body tensed abruptly as your orgasm rushed over you, back arching as a sudden surge of heat burst from your core. Your juices gushed out around Jack’s cock, a surprised, breathlessly laugh leaving him. Your orgasm splattered against his groin and thighs, the unexpected flood caught him off guard. He faltered briefly, momentarily stunned as he pulled his drenched hand away from your clit.
“Goddamn..”
“Jesus Christ.”
Both men spoke at the same time, watching as you gasped and shuddered. Robby quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth, shiny and slick with your spit as he stroked his cock over your face. You breathed heavily, chest heaving and lips all swollen, tilting your head back against the cushions.
Jack’s hips continued to buck into you, quickly chasing his own orgasm. Your hands stumbled to grab at his wrists as he grabbed your hips, fucking you with rapid strokes. With a quick, rough thrust, he buried himself against your spasming pussy. His cock jerked and pulsed as he emptied himself, flooding your walls with wave after wave of warm, white seed.
Jack slowed his hips, gradually easing back until finally, he withdrew entirely from your cunt. Turning your head, you watched as Robby stepped back, one knee resting behind Jack, one hand lazily drifting down to circle his spit wet dick. Jack grabbed his own softening member, looking over his shoulder at Robby, who regarded you with a smug smirk.
“You good, sweetheart?” You nodded slowly at his question, legs aching as you stretched them out to loosen your tight muscles. “Good, ‘cause it’s my turn now.”
♡ pairing: jack abbot x fem!reader x michael robinavitch
♡ synopsis: due to accidentally syncing your period tracking app to your work email, the entire ed is notified when you begin ovulating. unable to not do something about it, robby & jack get you alone & all to themselves after work in a dark parking lot so they can tend to your needs.
♡ content: fingering, dirty talk, breath play (kinda), fondling, squirting, p in v, jack touching himself, flirting, praising, exhibitionism (kinda)
♡ a/n: based off this meme lol
You feel something brush against the side of your neck, and jolt in surprise when you see Abbot leaning in rather close to you.
"Did... Did you just sniff me?" you ask with surprise.
"You smell nice today," he murmurs quietly. "But it's not overpowering like perfume. New soap? Detergent?"
You shake your head while staring back at him in confusion. "No. Been using the same products I always do."
He hums in interest, then returns his attentions to the patient sitting before the pair of you.
You feel unseasonably warm today. It's at the height of summer outside, sure, but it always feels so chilly in the ED—whether because the thermostat is set to Antarctica, or because the stark white walls and sheets and cool metal instruments give the illusion of cold, you're unsure—which is why you usually wear a thin, long-sleeve shirt beneath your scrub top for warmth.
Today you fear you may melt into a puddle, though.
Running a sweaty hand down the back of your neck, you roll it to the side and shift on your feet, causing your sneakers to quietly squeak beneath you.
Returning to the task of gathering materials so they may be returned to their respective drawers in the exam room you stand in, Robby studies you from a few feet away. "You alright?"
Your eyes flit to his and you shrug. "Just feeling kind of hot." Pushing up the sleeves of your undershirt, you continue. "I think I need to take this off once we're done."
You straighten when he comes over to you.
Robby slides a calloused palm over your forehead and you remain quiet as he uses probably the worst method there is to take your temp.
Dropping it, you think to turn away to toss a paper gown into the trash, until he cups the back of your head and presses his lips to it next.
You lean in slightly to the unexpected gesture, but just as quickly, he pulls back. "You do feel a little warm."
You fiddle with the sleeve of the shirt you mean to rid yourself of. "I'll go change in the ladies room after."
"Or, you could change right here if you're feeling that overheated."
You release a breathy, nervous laugh. "Are you going to stand outside?"
He shrugs, and you watch as a corner of his lips twitch in amusement. "Not if you don't want me to."
Forget the heat, you may pass out just from this exchange alone.
"Kidding," he says quietly while leaning forward with crossed arms.
You turn away so he can't see the annoying grin which has spread across your face. "I'll just do it in the restroom."
Once your extra layer of clothing has been removed, neatly folded, and safely stored away in your employee locker, you head back to the nurses station to look at what new items have popped up on the menu board.
You smirk from thinking about it like that.
Brushing past McKay, her phone dings, followed by Frank's doing exactly the same, but a few feet away. You shrug it off until Mohan's does as well.
Picking up the pace, you speed-walk the remainder of the way to the front of the room before swiftly seating yourself next to Mel and rolling closer to her. Even she's staring down at her phone.
"Did something happen?" you ask quietly.
A fire? A building collapse? An active shooter? So many possibilities race through your mind that you're unable to get a handle on even one before another presents itself.
Turning to you, it's with flushed cheeks and eyes which struggle to reach your own. "It's a not a big deal," she begins with a reassuring tone. "But, uh, it looks like you may've synced your tracking app with the ED's calendar."
Your eyes bug from your skull. "W-What?"
Turning her phone around, she hands it to you.
There, mocking you from the glass screen you stare down at, is a small notification stating that your period of ovulation is due to begin today.
You discovered as much when in the restroom. While wiping yourself, there'd not being an ounce of friction when doing so, and the toilet paper came away shimmery and wet. You were relieved to discover the source of your tepidity wasn't an oncoming cold or a bout of the flu, at least.
Now, you wish either had been the case instead.
Handing her phone back to her, you nearly drop it your hand is trembling so terribly. "Does everyone know?" you whisper.
Glancing around, it seems almost the entire department has come to a standstill as they check their respective devices. Including Robby and Abbot.
Maybe if you crawl beneath a desk, or hide under a hospital bed, the shame will be easier to bear. But with so many eyes now turning in your direction, you stay rooted to the spot.
Mel tucks her phone back away. "I'm sure that in an hour—probably less—everyone will have forgotten about it. I wouldn't worry."
Suddenly skating up to the counter you sit behind, Santos leans over it with an elated grin.
You wince while looking at her from beneath your lashes.
"So, you're breedable and submissive right now, huh?"
You bury your face in your hands. "I can't believe this is happening to me," you mumble in mortification.
"I think she must've accidentally used her work email for the app," Mel explains.
"Oh, is that what you think?" Trin replies sarcastically between fits of bubbly laughter. Turning back to you, she grins. "Just send me another notification when you get home if the electric slide doesn't cut it for ya," she states with a wink before turning and walking away.
Mel looks at you. "What's the electric slide?" she whispers.
You squeeze your eyes shut. "A song. Which is about a vibrator."
"A vibr— Oooh," she says with sudden, dawning realization.
Finally returning to yourself, you slip your phone out of your pocket in a panic. Should've been the first thing you did once Mel told you what a spectacle you've inadvertently made of yourself. Fumbling and nearly dropping it just like hers, you punch in your pin code and swipe through your collection of apps before pressing on the culprit.
Barely able to concentrate, you scroll through this page and that one in frustration, desperate to fix whatever you screwed up by accident.
"I could take a look?" she offers.
Eagerly handing the device over to her, you watch as she easily locates the settings. "Notifications?" she mumbles, followed by a shake of her head. "Ah, here it is: backup and sync."
Once she's removed your work email from the app, she hands the stupid thing back to you.
"Thank you," you say with a sigh of relief—even though the damage has already been done.
She smiles and shrugs slightly. "No problem. Probably just something you did without thinking."
"You get that notification same as me?" Abbot asks while coming to stand beside the computer cart Robby is currently stationed at.
He nods while typing. "I did."
Jack pushes his hands into the pockets of his scrubs. "And what do we intend to do about it?"
"We?" Robby asks with a laugh and a raised brow before turning back to the monitor. "There's nothing to do. I'm sure she's humiliated enough as it is."
Jack crosses his arms while staring at him with pursed lips. "So, we are explicitly told that for the next few days the one woman in this department that neither you or I can keep our eyes—or hands, for that matter—off of is going to be at her most needy, and that doesn't turn you on in the least?"
Robby shoves his hand beneath his glasses and massages the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to forget the fact you just said that to me," he mumbles before returning to his work.
Jack shakes his head while taking a step backward. "Your loss," he calls. "When you lose out because I'm the only one who chose to take initiative."
To his satisfaction, Jack manages later on to catch you alone in the Employee Lounge taking a generous sip of water. He watches as bubbles speed toward the bottom of the bottle—you're just that eager for it.
"Thirsty, huh?" he asks while leaning against the fridge with crossed arms.
Lowering it, you lick your damp lower lip. "Hm? Oh, yeah."
"I'm sure it was just a technical mishap, but can I ask why you're apparently signed up to be notified when you're in your fertile window?"
Good thing you finished your long drink of water, because if you were still swallowing, you'd have choked. "I'm sorry, what?"
Just as he makes to explain, Robby catches the two of you out of the corner of his eye and swings back around before heading into the lounge under the guise of grabbing a drink as well.
You step to the side as Robby walks past you for a plastic bottle of water same as your own.
"I wasn't aware you were seeing anyone," Jack states. "Being notified about your period I get. But ovulation?"
Heat creeps so high past your cheeks that you can feel the tips of your ears now burning.
You look at Robby from the corner of your eye, who's now stationed himself against the counter to your left. "It's so I know when to...carry extra underwear," you clarify quietly. "And pantiliners."
Robby's brows raise and he wraps one arm under the other that's holding a half-drunk bottle of mineral water. "That much, huh?"
You glance to him. "What?"
"You get that wet?" he asks. "Wet enough that you have to bring a change of panties to work with you?"
You feel like you're floating outside of your body right now.
He's a doctor, so surely he's just trying to make sure that everything is in tip-top shape down there.
The alternative is unthinkable.
"Y-Yes," you stutter. "It's normal. For some women...maybe not all. But for me." You chew your lip. "It's kind of embarrassing, actually."
He chuckles, and your brows draw together at the sound.
Jack pushes off the fridge. "Take it from us, sweetheart—middle-aged men who actually understand how a woman's body works just as well as our own—it is anything but something you should be ashamed of."
"Most definitely a turn-on," Robby adds before sliding a hand along the small of your back as he sweeps past, but not before giving you a quick peck on the head.
Once your shift is through, you head out to the parking lot while occupying yourself with a vision of yourself in a steaming bubble bath and reading a romance novel by candlelight.
But only once you've folded and put away the load of laundry you threw in the dryer last night.
Such is life: endless chores.
You observe the curious sight of Jack and Robby chatting by the latter's truck as you steer yourself toward your own vehicle. You don't know how so many people have the energy after work to socialize when all you want to do is to race home to begin decompressing.
With a quiet beep, you unlock your car's trunk and toss your things inside before circling around toward the driver's side... Only to discover a flat tire awaiting you.
You groan in frustration and fight against the temptation to kick it.
What you don't see behind you is the two of them exchanging knowing looks. All Jack had to do was release a few pounds of air, and voilà, their plan was set in motion.
Shaking your head, you pop open your bag to begin digging for your cellphone and AAA membership card until Jack interrupts.
"Flat tire?"
You nod in irritation. "Yes. I'm gonna call AAA."
"We were just going to run out and grab a bite to eat," Robby says. "Could bring you with us, then come back after." He jerks a thumb toward his truck. "I have a portable air compressor in the back."
Releasing your wallet, it drops back down into your purse. You were planning on eating leftovers tonight, but those can always be saved for tomorrow. At least that way, it'll save you another night of cooking.
You turn around to them. "Okay."
When Robby heads toward an empty lot, you raise a brow in question. There's certainly no drive-thru to be found around here. Doesn't look like there's much of anything, in fact, with not even a streetlamp in sight to provide a bit of illumination upon the bare asphalt his truck tires roll upon.
When he throws the vehicle into park and kills the engine, you shift in your seat. "What're we—"
Robby turns fully toward you while Abbot scoots himself closer to the back of the passenger seat you occupy.
"You know, I messed with the valve stem on your car so we'd have an excuse to bring you with us," Jack rasps in your ear.
Your eyes flit between Robby's for explanation.
Robby, who leans in toward you and cups your cheek in his palm.
"Are we not...getting dinner, then?" you ask ignorantly.
Robby chuckles while glancing toward Jack for explanation.
"Maybe later, but we have something else in mind for right now, sweetheart," Jack replies before sliding a hand up the length of your throat and holding firmly to it, but with dexterous gentility.
Robby busies himself with untying the front of your pants before hooking his fingers under the waistline on either side.
"Lift your hips, honey," Jack tells you while swiping his thumb along the underside of your jaw.
You swallow thickly, but lift off the seat momentarily, just like he asked.
In one fell swoop, Robby has pulled your bottoms, as well as your damp panties, all the way down to your ankles, leaving you exposed before them.
"Arms up," Robby mutters before gripping the hem of your top.
Acting on instinct, you raise your arms toward the truck's ceiling and he pulls your shirt over your head before tossing it into the back, beside Jack. Forcing a hand behind you, he unclasps your bra in one swift motion, relieving you of the pesky garment as well.
With his free hand, Jack snakes an arm around your seat and fondles your right breast, leaving the other free for Robby to tend to.
Robby bows his head and sucks your nipple between his lips and gently rolls it between his teeth.
Your hips jerk and you sigh wantonly.
You fell and hit your head in the ED, right? Because this surely is not actually happening.
You hear something unzip behind you, followed by the feel of Jack's fingers twitching against your throat and a moan escaping his lips.
Robby leans back, then sinks his hand between your slick thighs before easing two fingers inside of your wet heat.
"Oh my God," you whimper as your eyes flutter closed.
Jack strokes his cock languidly. "As wet as we thought?" he asks quietly.
Robby swipes his thumb over your clit while shaking his head. "Better. She's absolutely soaked."
You quiet yourself, and listen instead to the sound of your quiet panting, Jack moaning in pleasure, and Robby's fingers making your pussy squelch.
You wiggle your hips. "Mm, another one, please."
With a grin, he obliges your request when he eases a third finger inside of you.
Squeezing tightly around his calloused digits, you loose a shaky breath. God, your heart is pounding so hard that you're sure they can both hear it.
Robby leans over you—sinking impossibly deeper between your fluttering walls—before pressing his lips to yours. Mewling against his lips, his beard, him, you clutch at his hoody while circling your hips, desperate to keep him close.
Toeing off your shoes with a frustrated whine, you maneuver your pants the rest of the way off before propping your socked feet up on his dash and spreading your legs so wide that one of your knees knocks against the window beside of you.
"You need it, don't you, baby?" Jack asks while tightening his grip around your airway.
You nod as Robby's ministrations grow in fervor. "Yes. Please."
With every plunge of his fingers, your slickness pools on the seat beneath your bottom, and his thumb swipes against your swollen bundle of nerves. "Ah," you pant. "S-So close."
Releasing your neck, you gasp when Jack instead grips each of your breasts in his hands and rolls his fingers along their fleshy surface. He tugs against your nipples, fondles them by massaging their peaks, then sinks his dominant hand lower to tend to your clit while Robby grunts as he works feverishly at your needy cunt.
Seeing the way his Carhart pants have tented, you slide a shaky hand across his thigh before finally gripping him tightly in your hand.
He sucks in a sharp breath, then shifts in his seat. Grabbing your left thigh, he jerks it back to give himself a full view of your weeping, swollen cunt.
With blown pupils, he gazes into your eyes. "Finish for me, sweetheart. Come on my hand. Let me see it."
"But take your time," Jack soothes while continuing to circle your clit with lubricated fingers. "Enjoy this."
You nod repeatedly before biting down on your lip and watching Robby's face. The way his lips twitch, or how his wrinkles are accentuated in the lack of light, or how his thick cock throbs to be buried inside of you where it's wet and warm and pleasant—you're unable to concentrate on any one facet of him you're that excited.
You claw at the seat beneath you, completely at their mercy as they race you toward your finish.
"Oh G—"you gasp as a familiar feeling begins to grow between your legs.
"That's it," Robby growls. "Come for me, baby."
You gently rock your hips against his hand, causing the truck to squeak in response.
"I'm..." you swallow, despite your mouth having gone dry. "I'm gonna—"
Using all fingers but his thumb, Jack rapidly swipes them back and forth over your sensitive clit.
"Oh, fuck—" you start before shoving yourself back in your seat—preparing yourself for what's about to happen. But it feels different this time; unlike anything you've ever felt before.
Robby's fingers have seemingly found a part of you that you didn't even know was there. A place full of pleasing pressure.
It feels like you're about to wet yourself.
Throwing your leg over the middle console, and keeping your other spread wide as you possibly can, you scream as you fall over the edge.
The sound of squirting liquid fills the cabin, and when you open your eyes, you realize it's coming from you. Rather, between your legs where Robby is still continuing to finger you with no sign of stopping.
"Goood girl," Jack drawls with affectionate praise.
"Oh, sweetheart," Robby mumbles as his hand slows.
Your right leg slides from the window and back toward the floorboard while your pounding heart slowly returns to a steady rhythm.
"'M sorry," you mumble. "I made a mess. That's never...happened before."
Robby pulls you toward him, and wraps strong, comforting arms around your naked form while showering you in kisses from the top of your head to your chin. "I'll clean it up later. Don't worry about it."
You jolt when you hear Jack open the door behind you, followed by him popping open your own.
"What're you doing?" you question while making to reach for your pants. Just because you can't see anyone around, doesn't mean no one can see the three of you.
You watch as he unbuckles his belt before unzipping his pants and removing his long, weeping cock. Gripping either of your hips, he turns you around before pulling you toward him. "Taking my turn," he replies with a wink.
Leaning your head back, Robby dives in for a kiss while Jack sinks inside of you.
Summary: some filthy, nasty pervy boyfriends dads Rabbot thoughts that stemmed from me melting outside tanning in this current heatwave
(Jesus forgive me for i have fantasized about them eating younger pussy... Again.)
Warnings?: 18+ content including taboo relationships (boyfriends dads rabbot) they're pervy here, age gaps, potential dubcon depending how you view it (though it was written with drunk reader in mind!!) alcohol, mentions of intoxication, fem!reciveing oral, pussy pronouns, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, one single robby referring to himself as daddy moment aaaand an 18+ twitter link! think thats it but feel free to correct me!!
Thinking many thoughts about this little clip and just how rabbot coded it is.
Maybe even, and walk with me here, boyfriends dads rabbot.
Maybe you’re staying with your boyfriend for a little while over summer break. Maybe some of those days said boyfriend still has tennis or perhaps soccer training meaning he's out for the majority of the morning/early afternoon.
And on those days, the only people still home just so happens to be his two hot, older dads.
You get along, always have since you first met the pair, but that doesn't quell the fuzzy feeling in your gut whenever they interact with you.
The pair find it endearing really, the way you'll slip sometimes, calling them Mr Abbot and Mr Robinavitch instead of Jack and Robby (or Micheal if you'd prefer it). You struggle to keep eye contact with them too, even more so when you trip your words up when responding to questions about yourself. Your degree, your hobbies, what you enjoy to eat, hell, they'll even how your relationship is going with their boy- they're just interested thats all!
But the thing that gets both Jack and Robby chubbing up in their pants like perverted old bastards the most?
How you've spent your time bouncing around the Robinavitch-Abbot household in what must be the skimpest of summer clothes. That bikini that barely covers your tits as you soak up the sun in their garden, or the denim shorts that hardly hides the line of your panties as you sit on the couch reading.
Theres guilt, of course there is, the pair of them perving over their sons girlfriend. But not nearly enough to make them stop thinking about you in ways they shouldn't be. Like how wet you get when worked up or how beautiful your body must be truly bare.
Robby always thinks your lips would look stretched around the girth of them, while Jack ponders the perfect whines you'd let free as you cum.
Its after a long day of sunbathing does everything finally come to a head though
Your skin glistens with a mix of sunscreen and sweat, heart thudding in your chest from the heat. You're boyfriends gone again, has been all day, leaving you, Jack and Robby at home soaking in the summer sun in the backyard.
At lunch you learnt Jack knows a thing or two about making cocktails, by almost dinner you're pretty confident he's got a mean pour.
The world floats by as you lounge on a chair, watching Robby stood by the grill cooking steaks with his own sweating beer. The glass on the table next to you half full, your.. Fourth? Maybe third? Fruity Margarita abandoned as you giggle about something that feels funnier than it is.
Thats the last thing you properly remember- the gruff laughter, the sundrunk haze, Jack and Robby drinking, grilling and hosting like regular older men.
When your eyes blink open again (did you shut them on purpose or did they flutter without you knowing?) the scene is vastly different.
Grey curls sit messily between your plush thighs, hazel eyes peering up lustblown and dark. It hits you then, the intense pleasure of a skilled mouth lapping and lavishing your pussy.
Its hot, wet, perfect and utterly wrong all in one, legs desperate to close around the older mans ears to little avail. Jacks big hands hold you open though, palms flat on your inner thighs, panties of your bathing suit crooked to the side and held steady by two thick fingers.
Your back arches from the lounger, a ragged, breathless gasp ripping from your heaving chest. "O-oh my god!"
The tongue flicks playfully against your clit, before plump lips suckle lewdly, a voice you recognize as Robbys chucking as he sits crouched beside you. "Mm, not quite sweetheart. You wanna that try again?"
The moan breaks with your voice, a hand flying down to those mused salt and pepper curls, tangling tight. "J-jack oh f-fuckk"
"Yeahhh, There you go" he grins wolfish, "s' he makin you feel good kid?"
The nod is jerky, the response even more so. Your hips bump up despite Jack's grip, brain unsure if to run or relish in the overwhelming feeling between your legs; at how fuckig wrong it is to let it continue. "M-mphm y-yeah"
Jack offers some reprive just a moment, unlatching his mouth for just a moment to gravel out "Got you squirmin like no ones done this before, s' our boy holdin out on you honey?"
The question only serves as a reminder these men are your boyfriends fathers, men decades older than you and him. Its wrong, sick, absolutely fucking vile to do to the man you love.. But fuck, his dads devouring you like your sloppy, slick pussy is the only thing left on earth to sustain him. Hes licking you with experience that only comes from enjoyment, suckling like every gasp and whine gives him air.
But in this moment, your hot. Hazy. Utterly drunk of bliss. So you mewl out the truth, jerking your hips to hump at Jack's face like the pleasures the only thing that will keep you alive. "M-mhm.. Says he.. He doesnt like it- fucking shit- that s' not enjoyable-"
"Doesn't like eatin this pretty pussy up, Christ, where'd we go wrong mi- mphmn" Jack murmers incredulous again your folds, stubble rubbing a heavenly kind of pain on your most intimate of areas, fumed point cut off by Robby reaching over a hand that pushes his partner back into your pussy so tight its a wonder he's able to breathe.
"Shhh jack, jus' keep goin. Shes gettin close huh honey?" Robby grins, hand sliding beneath the cups of your bikini top. Your nipples pert and tight as his calloused thumb offers a delightful friction. "Sides, we've gotta correct that bullshit ourselves hm, apologize to that sweet little pussy for everything she's been missin"
Your head is thrown back, hair mused against the chair, your body quivering as the bliss only draws tighter in your gut. Your eyes struggle to stay open between the now setting sun and the onslaught of pleasure. Those plush, still glistening thighs tremble against Jack's touch, one of his hands sliping down to press one, then two, thick digits inside.
You can feel the cool edge of his wedding band bump your hole with each slickened drive, every curl managing to rub at your g spot in a way that only pushes you closer to crumbling.
Then, as quick as Jack's mouth had appeared at your pussy, another sensation has your spine arching almost painfully. Robbys somehow pushed the cup of your top to the side, mouth hot on your skin, his own tongue flicking and teasing at your nipple. His peppered beard making you shake as it rubs your skin with every move he makes.
Its that combo that sends you over the edge with a wail of their names so perfect their chubbed up cocks throb and leak inside the confines of shorts now way too tight. It takes your breath away near violently, the orgasm hitting you so hard you're almost convinced you'll never come back down.
They both keep it up until tears slip down your cheeks, until you're pushing them off and your body is overwhelmingly sensitive. Blood thunders in your ears, hazing over the praise the pair murmer to you.
Jack rises with a groan, shuffling himself forward to meet your mouth in a messy, filthy kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, feel the dampness on his stubble, letting yourself drown in the dopamine a moment longer before you know you'll have to address everything that's just happened..
That is, until hot breath fans over your twitching clit the same but different, you're eyes wide as you dart between Robby who you didn't even realise had moved and Jack.
Robby grins wolfish again, shuffled between your shaking thighs, a large hand pressing on your still heaving belly. Your eyes must look like saucers, lips pouty and bitten raw, peering down with the most doe- like expression.
"Nawh whats that look for?" he coos, pitiful and mocking, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of you in a way that makes your insided lurch. "S'it too much t' take sweetheart? Two old men wantin to lick your sweet pussy?"
"mhm.." you mewl, hand reaching blindly for the loungers edge- for Jack and some semblance of safety. "R-robby please..cant.."
The chuckle is mean, a rumble you feel in the deepest parts of you, hips shifting preemptively to little avail. Robbys gaze drops, as does his wiry haired jaw, his sentiment cut between a broken moan and the envelopement of your puffy clit into the cavern of his mouth.
"Ah ah, no cant n' no runnin.. You'll manage, cause Daddy's got some apologizing left to do; poor little thing.
18+ only! make sure you're logged into x/twitter to access the links
included: dr. michael 'robby' robinavitch, dr dennis whitaker, dr frank langdon, and dr jack abbot (might make a part 2 and add more characters hehe)
℘ DR ROBBY
making out w ur ass જ deepthroat જ deeper n deeper જ such a tease જ kneading ur ass જ spread ur legs wide open for him જ
ᯤ DR WHITAKER
inked!dennis જ dryhumping જ after shift video જ hasnt seen you in weeks જ involuntary hip movements જ god he loves when u control him જ slow and soft જ
⚡︎ DR LANGDON
loves watching you squirm જ at your mercy જ early morning before his shift જ he loves ur strap જ laid out before him જ loves how you look at him જ
ᝰ DR ABBOT
pussy whipped જ riding him જ cant stop thinking about you જ touchy feely જ breakfast જ all black જ in uniform જ personal plaything જ
synopsisyou and Trinity decide you've had enough of being the casual booty call, agreeing to play hard to get to prove to your partners you can go without them. easier said then done
warningsmut. oral (f! receiving) fingering, language, pinv, unprotected sex, MDNI. slight praise kink. no use of y/n
authornotethe way in which i need to be driven mad by this man using me is concerning to feminism
main masterlist. other Robby fic
“I don't get it!” said Santos for... well, you had no idea how many times she'd repeated herself but you were considering making it a drinking game. Every time she said she 'didn't understand' you resolved to take a shot. “I thought we were fine, doing great and casual- what- what is casual?”
Whitaker's hand hesitated in the air like they were in class. “Well I think by casual she means-”
“I know what casual means, Fuckle-berry,” said Santos quickly. “But it was casual now it's just weird.”
You nodded along, humming.
She groaned, hands running through her hair in frustration. “I don't get it!”
You took a long gulp of your wine.
“How do you handle it?” Trinity asked, arms wide in question at you.
“Me?”
“Yeah, how do you and Robby do casual?”
“Oh- we... it's- um-” you stumbled over your words, hoping that if you let it up long enough she'd take it back and start on her problems again. She didn't and she stood in front of you and Whitaker, waiting for an explanation.
The whole thing between you and Robby had started about the same time Santos and Garcia started. In an awkward confrontation that was you and Trinity bumping into each other in your shared bathroom, both your hairs messed up and both supporting bruises suspiciously in the shape of lips on your necks.
When you returned to your room you and Robby waited eagerly to see who would flee Santos's room. Neither too shocked to find Garcia.
“It's um?” Trinity asked.
“It's going,” you said into your wine glass, finishing it and pouring in more. The truth was for a while things had been odd, on your end more so.
Casual was a label you thought you could do, that when Robby said to you a week after sleeping together, his sheets over the both of your bodies that he liked keeping it simple. Sex. Release. You thought you could do it.
Almost three months since then and you were regretting it because every time you saw doctors eyes lingering over Robby, every time you heard his 'seven-week rule' and every time you saw happy couples fawning over each other in the ED your stomach twisted.
You didn't realise you wanted that until it was dangled in front of you and snatched away all in the same minute.
Trinity's brows rose. “Oh?”
You looked to where Whitaker was next to you, hoping for sympathy. You only found curious eyes. “It's just different than before.”
“Different how?” asked Dennis.
“Is it still casual?”
You scoffed, mumbling under your breath. “Yeah to him.”
“You want to be more?”
You didn't know if she was accusing but your room-mates expecting eyes on you heated your body in shame and embarrassment. “And you don't with Garcia?"
“Ok, enough!” suddenly Whitaker stood up. “The two of you, we need to sort this out.”
With a vacant seat next to you Trinity plopped herself down and you gave her your wine. You just decided to take the bottle.
“I cannot stand it anymore, okay! The two of you, we're gonna change this,” he said. “Trin- no more pining and waiting for Garcia to call at like one am.”
She was wanting to retort but only folded her arms over her chest as he carried on.
“And you-” he focused on you. “Need to stop crying over Robby. You guys can do better.”
“Yeah in a world where we're not working twelve hour shifts five days a week,” you said. The idea of casual hook ups wasn't anything new to the ED, not even the hospital. It was easy way of escape without the pressure of dating when all their time was spent saving lives or charting about saving lives or studying how to save lives.
On the coffee table in front of you Trinity's phone pinged and she reached for it like it was seconds away from self-destructing.
She tucked her phone into her chest to read the text before slamming it back down.
You caught a glance at the words and the contact. Can't make it tonight, I'll hit you up tomorrow- G
“You're gonna leave them,” he said.
You and Trinity sat up. “What?”
“No!”
There was a flicker of fear in his eyes.
“Okay- I take it back,” he said, surrendering. “Then how about give them a taste of their own medicine.”
“Their medicine?” you asked.
Whitaker gently nudged the empty glasses and cans of beer aside, perching on the edge of the coffee table, appealing to the two of you. “How many times have they cancelled plans, or said you couldn't come over to ask you to come over two hours later?”
You hadn't realised how perceptive he was.
“Now, make it so you guys call the shots. They want to come round, you say no.”
The idea was new to you. You'd always wanted Robby. You spent half your spare time wanting him and the other half having sex with him. You'd never even wanted to say no.
“So then we what, don't have sex?” asked Santos.
“You will,” he said. “You create distance, get them wanting and crying or what-whatever and then they'll realise they've messed up.”
You thought we was giving them too much credit.
Santos chuckled. “Huckleberry, are you telling us to play hard to get?”
He thought about it, eyes moving as if he was calculating it. “Yes!”
That's how plan 'hard to get' started. It was agreed you and Santos, the next time Garcia and Robby asked you to come over you'd say no.
Easier in practise when you work with them.
The next day was a slower day, un-usual in that sense. It meant everyone had more time to linger around each other.
“And so I said to him- officer-” said Myrna, lying on the bed between you and Robby. She'd seizure, hurt her leg and needed it disinfected and cleaned- not for the first time in her life. There was a mix of glass and gravel that needed plucking out and apparently the attending of the ED had nothing better to do that join you in the task. “What would you have done if you caught your third husband eating out another woman?”
“And did he say shoot him?” asked Robby. He was bent over the same leg as you, your heads so close you were either gonna head butt or kiss. Not likely over the state of her leg.
“No, he didn't say anything, he just arrested me!”
Robby hummed, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “Imagine that.”
“You know Myrna sometimes I can't tell if all these stories are true,” you said, taking a small bit of glass and adding it to the pile you'd already created.
“Oh they're all true, honey, I never lie. Unlike Mark that two faced bastard.”
“Which one was Mark?” you asked.
“The fourth husband. Good body and shit everything else!” she said with a wheeze. Abruptly she grabbed your hand. “Are you single?”
Robby glanced up at you, creases of amusement at the corner of his eyes.
You looked away first. “Why, you asking me out?”
“If you're single, stay single!” she said. “Men, all they are are liars! Lying bastards! And babies! I hardly even shot the guy!”
“Am I so bad, Doctor?” asked Robby looking over the frames of his glasses at you.
Was he so bad? No. He was short-tempered sometimes, moody, didn't accept help from anyone. But you knew he could be gentle, you knew his true belly laugh and the smile he gave at mornings when you were still in bed. You just wish you knew if he ever saw himself staying in that bed a little longer, if he ever wanted to make breakfast and take the day together, stealing moments throughout.
“No,” you said, looking back down to her leg that was almost clean. “You're not.”
Myrna was oddly silent but you could see her head moving between the two of you. “Don't go there sweetheart,” she said, a word of warning. “This one might look fun but he's all danger and heartbreak.”
“Me? No,” said Robby with an air of un-care. “I'm a teddy bear.”
Five minutes later you and Robby were instructing Perlah wrapping her leg before throwing off your gloves and leaving her to it.
“How many husbands you think Myrna had?” he asked.
“Oh there's no telling,” you replied, fetching her chart to finish off the notes. At some point someone had put a star next to her name, as if she was VIP.
Robby leant next to you, scanning around the ED. “Any plans tonight?”
“On a Wednesday? Nop.”
“Wanna come over?”
There was an abrupt and loud clear of a throat.
You hadn't realised Whitaker was there but he was watching the two of you, closely. When you met his eyes he gave a small subtle shake of his head.
Robby looked. “You got a cough, Whitaker?”
He cleared his throat, sliding down in his chair. “No.”
The agreement. It was all fine in practise but how were you supposed to say no when you just said you had no plans and you really wanted to have sex with him! It was the glasses, you were sure that was what did it. The way he pulled them on and pulled them off, the focus it gave him and the way they slipped down his nose.
“So, tonight?” he asked again, voice low.
Only a few people knew, like your room-mates and you were sure others had guessed. Robby wanted to keep it private. Or a secret, you'd never asked for clarification.
You caught Whitakers gaze on yours, watchful. He didn't say anything but you wondered if he'd be disappointed. Would you even be disappointed in yourself? “I can't tonight.”
“Oh,” he said, nodding. “Okay.”
He didn't sound annoyed. He didn't sound anything. It was impossible to tell.
“Yeah, we just- there's this thing-”
“Thought you had no plans?” he asked, an almost amused rise in his brows.
Ah. “It's like- not a plan- just a- a room mate thing. You know?”
Robby looked to Whitaker as if to confirm.
He nodded. “Yeah! Every Wednesday. We watch films.”
“Films,” you confirm.
“And talk.”
“We talk.”
Robby nodded. “Sounds thrilling.”
“Robby!” Dana called. “Got a trauma, woman in her thirties. Five minutes.”
“Got it," he said but he was still slumping over the counter. He took his time moving, stretching up till his shirt rode up enough to expose that slither of skin that held so many promises. “Some other time then.” His hand ghosted the small of your back before he disappeared.
You watched him go, realising you wouldn't spend the night buried in his bored but sleepless and restless.
Whitaker replaced Robby at your side. “See? Doesn't that feel good?”
You answered truthfully. “No.”
That night you, Santos and Whitaker sulked on the sofa, face masks over your faces with a bowl of popcorn left on the table and a shitty movie filling the silence.
Your phone lay face up with nothing from Robby and from Trinity's expression you figured she'd had nothing either.
You'd been to the bathroom once, took your phone with you and debated texting him but you never got that far. You only flicked through texts, casual one's at first. Small 'Are you coming over?' or 'You left your shirt at mine.' There were some dotted from him, on times you were both too busy to meet where things got more... riskier. His texts started simple but you could always catch on to his wants, leading his want.
Things like 'Thought about you today,' or 'you looked good today,' but he never just complimented you for the sake of it.
The texts didn't help so you turned your phone off and re-joined the two all the while your head and heart were in bed with Robby.
The next day passed like another dry spell.
It was busy- too make up for the quiet day beforehand. You didn't have time to greet Robby before being thrown into the chaos from a pile up on the highway. All day your bodies shuffled past each other, his hands lingering on your arms when he passed or always standing next to you in trauma.
It felt something like punishment.
Or a test.
By Friday you were crawling out of your skin, still dealing with the ramifications of the last two days. You hadn't even seen that Robby had text you the night before, so exhausted from work you crashed only spotting his name on your phone the morning you woke from the blare of your alarm.
“You're avoiding me,” he said, kneeling at the computer you typed furiously at to get your charting down. It was a casual move he used, usually un-tying and re-tying his shoes. This time, he simply knelt, seemingly done with pretence.
“What? No.”
“I've barely seen you the last few days," he said, wetting his lips. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, no, I've just been super busy,” you said, tapping on the computer.
Robby shuffled next to you. His hand laid next to yours. He didn't take your hand or stop you but his fingers fidgeted like he didn't know what else to do with himself. “Did I do something?”
You looked down at him, spotting the crease between his brows. “No.”
It was the closest you'd got to seeing him vulnerable.
“So tonight?” he asked. “Feel like I'm losing my damn mind.” His finger was light as it traced your hand, slowly drawing circles.
Tasting Robby was like the first sip of alcohol. It always left you wanting me. Sweet. Bitter. Whatever. You were just left wanting and nothing else, which was why you went crawling back every time. Why saying no had never crosse your mind before. Why the smallest touch from his hand was leaving you in shivers.
You squeezed your eyes shut. “I can't tonight-”
Robby smirked, breathing out a puff of air.
“I would,” you said quickly, turning in your chair to face him. “Believe me, I would, it's just... Trinity is going through some stuff and I just- I don't want to leave her alone, you know.”
It was the truth. Trinity was taking Garcia's silence worse than you or Dennis had anticipated. You knew there was more going on, you only wanted to be there to help her.
Robby perked. “You need me to speak to her?”
“No, no, it's just stuff. She'll be okay I just, want to be safe.”
He nodded but his finger fell from your hand. “Okay.”
“Doctor Robinavitch!” his name was called by the familiar dread of Gloria.
He sighed under his breath as he pushed himself up. “Oh so help me, God.”
By Saturday you were sure Robby thought you were lying and sort out to punish you. He was practically glued at your side all day long. He didn't ask to see you, didn't put his lips near you. But he lingered.
“Okay we don't have a lot of time, there's a lot of bleeding,” said Robby in the face of a trauma, looming over you. “We'll do a Hilar flip.”
“A Hilar flip, are you serious?” said Trinity.
“No other choice.”
You gulped, staring down at the bleeding and misplaced lung. “I've never done one of them before.”
“I'll talk you through it, we'll go easy,” he said, coming at your side. “You're gonna rotate the lung one-eighty, very slow. Very gentle.”
Perhaps it shouldn't have been as erotic as it was. The way his chest heaved against your back, his arm stretching along yours to hold your hand and guide it through the blood to his lung. His face was concentrated next to yours but his breath was hot on your cheek and breathless.
“Go slow.... go slow. Easy.... gentle.... just like that, there we go,” he uttered against your ear.
“Blood loss is slowing down.”
“There we go, you got it,” he mumbled as you slotted it back into its place. “Okay-” Robby moved on like your whole body wasn't trembling. You had to carry on trying to save the guys life after it, like you weren't picturing his entire body draped over yours, whispering filthy things in your ears.
“Thought I was watching a porno there,” said Santos as you all fled the room when the guy was stable.
“Jesus-” you caught your breath, throwing off the gloves and running your hands through your hair, trying to get some air to your neck that sweat.
Santos chuckled to herself. “So does Doctor Robby talk you through it?”
“Trin-” you snap.
“Does he praise you? Is that the kind of thing you're into.”
You didn't respond, hiding in the bathroom to throw cold water onto your face and calm the rush of blood but you could hear Santos outside the door. 'This is a teaching hospital!' she teased.
It became a thing you had to do, get away from him. You couldn't be distracted when dealing with patients. It was bad enough working with him when all you could think about was fucking him!
But Robby seemed to insist in helping you.
“Gaping wounds like this, under the skin we use sub-Q to bring it together,” he instructed as started the stitching for a mans wound on his leg. It was just like anything else, hardly a teaching wound when you knew how to do it. As it was under tissue and there was just no other nurse around Robby insisted.
“Five-O under skin, three-O after that,” he said.
“You think you could show me?”
You both knew you didn't need to be shown but Robby still gave you a small smile and sat on the stall, coming close to you till his meaty thigh was against your own. His hands- though gloved as yours were- still grazed yours as he took the instruments to do it.
“Guide it through... it's finer so you want to extra gentle... lotta care...”
You hummed but you couldn't say you were watching it with keen eyes. You weren't watching the way the stitches came together just the way his hands flexed, his fingers moved.
“Start deep... all the way in... bury the knot in... yeah, see how it comes together just like that?”
You nodded with an absent mind.
Robby held the equipment out to you. “Go ahead.”
You hesitated. Maybe you should have paid more attention.
He all but shoved them into your hand. “You're a big girl, you got it.”
Santos's voice played it your head. Were you into this?
With a breath you steadied yourself and went in. As he had before Robby leant over you, his body practically weighing you down.
You took the thread under the skin, pulling together just like he had.
“Bit deeper-” Robby's hands guided your arms. They were as light as a feather at your elbows before slowly sliding down your arms with a firmer hold, leading the threads.
You remembered his tight hold on you when he wanted you in place on the bed, when he was was dragging clothes off your body or wrapping a hand around your neck-
Robby called your name, watching you expectantly. His eyes were softened at the edges but they grew darker, the smallest bit of a smirk at the corner of his lips. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
“Right... sorry-” you went as deep as he instructed, knowing his face was concentrated on you and your hands.
“Do you want me to leave?” asked the patient.
If he could leave his leg and leave it would've been great.
“We'll get you out of here in no time,” said Robby.
You'd thought that maybe the stitching at taken so long it was almost time to leave. Maybe you could talk to Whitaker and Santos about this hard to get thing. It was only eleven and you had more than six hours left with situations that constantly brought you and Robby together. Even when it didn't, there he was, whispering words of encouragement.
“You got this... nice and easy.... doing really good there...”
Or the simple phrase that had you hiding in the bathroom for five minutes.
“Good girl.”
When the end of the day came you ran out of there, gasping in air and rushing back back to your place.
“Hey,” you greeted walking through the door.
Trinity was already there, looking like she was ready to leave, jacket thrown over her scrubs she hadn't changed out of even though she finished an hour before you. “Hey.”
“Where's Huckleberry?”
“Oh he's at Amy's tonight.”
You scoffed. “Woah. What a speech about doing better and playing hard to get but as soon as the chance comes to play farm. So, movie tonight? I can order pizza?”
“Actually, I'm just on my way out too,” she said. “Garcia called.”
You slumped. Your entire body slumped. Your heart gave up. “What? I thought we all made a deal?”
“We did, I played hard to get now she wants to see me,” she said.
“I haven't seen Robby in three days!”
“So go to his, get dicked down, girl,” she said, moving past you with a breeze. “I'm sorry, we can talk about how much of a bitch I am when I'm back from having the best sex yet! Later!”
She was out the door before you could chastise her. You shut it after her, falling upon it.
You'd ran from the ED to stay strong, to avoid another interaction with Robby that would have you climbing his bones in an empty room. You'd happily have done it with the teasing he'd subjected you to all day. For your friends and the promise you'd made you remained strong.
You'd never do that again.
Saturday night after the longest shift of your life and you had the place to yourself. It was rare. Either Denis or Trinity were home or you were spending the night at Robby's.
Your phone was heavy in your pocket.
Call him.
But the problem still lied un-answered. You were still at Robby's beck and call, begging for his attention. Begging him to be hard thinking about you so he could fuck you into the mattress to be professional the net day and treat you like you were just another MR.
You didn't want special treatment so to say, didn't want him to give you the easy patients or get you into the traumas more. You just wanted a smile, or a glimpse of .... love.
Maybe your friends were okay with what they had. You weren't.
You turned your phone off for the night and stripped from your scrubs, changing into a large shirt and blasting music Trin hated and Denis claimed to hate (but you'd heard him playing your playlist in the shower). For a crazy night alone you caught up on washing several pairs of scrubs and anything else, cleaned out the freezer leaving you barren of anything to eat. Maybe you'd even iron some normal clothes-
That's at least what you were thinking when there was a knock at the door.
You'd hoped it was Denis or Trin coming back, tails between their legs, keys forgotten.
Robby stood on the other side of the door.
You stood, frozen, shocked to see him there. He was just as still, waiting with raised brows. “Doctor Robby. Is everything okay?”
His backpack was slung over his shoulder, his scrubs only slightly dirtied from the day. But his eyes were alive and his body didn't sag with exhaustion like usual. His eyes darted back behind you. “Can I come in?”
You held open the door, closing it slowly behind you.
Robby had only been to your place once before. He looked the open living space open with interest. Typically your meet ups were at his, on account he lived alone and his bed was much nicer to be down on than yours.
“Er- Whitaker and Santos aren't home, if- if this is a hospital thing.”
“It's not,” he said, lowering his bag at the sofa.
“Oh?”
He turned, leaning against the back of it. “It's a me and you thing.”
“Oh.”
His arms flexed as he folded them over his chest, the green of his top under his scrub bunched at the forearms. His head ducked, trying to get a read on you. “So?”
You rocked on your heels, realising the shortened of the shirt you wore. Not that it wasn't anything he had seen before. “So...”
“What's going on?” he asked. There was still nothing in his voice to give away his true thoughts, only a slight edge of urgency.
“What-what-what do you mean?”
Robby listed off what he saw was wrong like symptoms. “You've been avoiding me, you never answered my texts, you didn't want to see me the other night nor tonight though you have the place to yourself-”
“I didn't realise they were gone,” you said.
“Okay so every other time?” he asked. “If I did something you can tell me. I'm a big guy, I can take it.”
It was a chance to voice up every ill thought you'd had but all you could think about was how big he was. Standing there, jutted on the back of the couch with his scrubs around his arms and thighs.
“You didn't do anything,” you said, though you weren't looking at his eyes more his arms.
They flexed again like he knew what he was doing. His voice dropped, finally to something you could name. “So tell me. what's going on.”
If you threw yourself at him you knew the chances of him taking you to bed were high, but the chances of you regretting it in the morning when he had rolled out of bed, dressed and left you were higher.
“I just-” you blew out a breath, readying yourself for the dismiss. “I don't think I can do this anymore.”
Robby waited like he was listening to the words re-play. His head lowered as he nodded, taking it in. “May I ask why?”
“It's the casual thing,” you rushed out before you could take it back. “I don't think I can do casual. I thought I could, but I-I can't.”
He nodded, chin tucked into his chest and for a moment you thought you really had upset him. But then he straightened up, pushed himself from the sofa and shrugged. His boots thudded heavy as he stepped to you slow. “Okay then.”
Was this the moment when you got the door for him on the way out?
“Okay, so... um.... I guess I'll see you-”
Robby's hands grasped your cheeks and he kissed you quick, hard. His lips tasted as they always did with a hint of mint-freshness. They were rough as always as they worked against yours, opening you up to him as always-
You brushed away, shaking your head. “I um- Robby I can't-”
He took a deep, shuddering breath. He stepped closer to you, the heat of his body waving over you. “We don't have to be casual anymore, I don't want to be casual- not anymore.”
Everyone knew Robby only knew casual. Only selected few ever got past seven weeks. Heck you hadn't counted how long this had been going on for, maybe ten weeks but that could be nothing. You were good sex, that was all.
“Robby-”
“Listen, listen-” he said, arms waving around you before settling on your forearms. “You don't want casual, neither do I. You want me to ask? You want me to ask you to be my girlfriend, I'll ask.”
“Robby you don't date,” you tried to tell him.
He scoffed. “I date. But not anymore, not if I have you.”
Had word of the deal got out? Was Robby just tired after his shift? Delusional?
“Hey, hey-" his hands ran through your hair, cradling your cheeks. “I should've said it earlier, I know but I want this. I want serious.”
His eyes crinkled as he looked at you, the edges of his gaze soft. “You don't just have to say this. You can have anyone else-”
Robby's head ducked into the crook of your neck, brushing your hair back and pressing light kisses to the expanse of your neck. “I don't want anyone else, I want you.”
Your body awakened in shivers that he elicited.
His fingers wound to the front of your body, slowly peeling away the buttons of the shirt till it pooled at your ankles. He didn't move to ravage you, his lips remained light as they kissed down your neck, finding your collarbone and working a mark there.
Your hands wound up his arms, clutching at his shoulders. “Robby-”
“Not this time,” he uttered against your collarbone.
You knew what you called him when it was you and him. “Michael-”
“Good girl.”
You moaned out at the words, the moan you'd held all day revibrating around your flat.
He slowly kicked odd his boots and helped you throw off his scrub top before he kissed you again.
You only got a short glimpse at the body you craved before his tongue, hot and heavy, slid into you mouth, bathing in the warmth. His hands were rough as they studied every inch of your body, fingertips digging into skin.
“I want you, sweet girl,” he mumbled against your lips as you scaled your hands under his shirt and along his stomach till your fingers skimmed under his waistband.
His mouth opened against yours, groaning at this slightest touch. “Oh-”
His arms scooped you up, bringing your body up and flush against him as his arms were strong on your back, kissing you. It was all wet tongue and soft lips as he stumbled back on the edge of your couch.
“Santos will kill me if we have sex on our couch,” you gasped.
Robby rose a brow. “Oh, we're having sex?” he teased.
“I should hope so.”
You kissed you hard again, wetting the both of your mouths in delectable smacks of your lips. The two of you stumbled away to your room and his body caged you in as the two of you fell atop your sheets.
You crawled up the bed as Robby's face fell between your chest. His tongue made wet paths from each breast, taking a nipple in his mouth and his hand groping at the other one till you withered against his body.
“Michael-”
He moaned into your breast and shoved a meaty thigh between your legs. “Grind on me,” he demanded.
Your body did against him as if it only listened to his command.
He mouthed your other breast, groping where his tongue had pressed before. All the while you body moved against his thigh, dragging your pussy against him.
“Yeah.... jus' like that... god.... can feel you.... so good,” he uttered as he jutted his thigh against you.
Your hands went to his shoulders, messaging the skin there until he came back up your body and shoved his tongue down your throat again. Your arm wrapped around his neck, keeping him into you.
All the while you wet down his scrubs.
“You want serious?” he uttered against you, pulling back enough to see you.
You nodded, hair splayed over your pillow.
Robby nodded along, eyes hooded. His hand slid down between your bodies. “I can do serious.”
His finger slid into you, working in and out in slow thrusts. But even the meassured curl of his finger had you holding him, back arching from the bed.
“Mmph-”
“Don't be quiet,” he said, nuzzling his head in you neck, biting the skin there. “Don't do that.”
Another finger curled in and you moaned on. You weren't quiet usually, there was nothing more than Robby liked than being loud. Everything was measured in the ED, out of it, buried inside of you or hot mouths on each other had Robby groaning, moaning and wanting you to do the same.
His fingers thrusted knuckle deep in and out again, the soft moving of skin moving around the room as your breaths covered the sound.
His fingers moved quick as your breaths grew laboured. He sucked the skin of your neck, thrusting and curling as his hips sort some sort of friction.
You withered against him. “I'm gonna- Michael I'm gonna-”
He released your skin with a small bite and laid his mouth open on yours. “Cum,” he uttered.
“Michael-”
His voice turned harder, the hand that wasn't inside of you wrapping around your neck, pushing you into your bed. “Cum.”
With just the right curl Robby had your pussy in the palm of his hand, slick with your release as he worked you through it, rubbing his hand along your clit with jolts of your body.
“God so good,” he said, looking up at you as a thin sheen of sweat glistened on your bodies. “And all mine?”
You nodded, cheeks flushed. You could feel the heat of your body as strong as it was when he walked in.
“All mine, huh?”
“Yes,” you said, breathless.
Robby slowly took out his fingers from you, putting his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean like it was nothing. He fell back on his feet, fingers working on the ties of his scrubs. “That why you were avoiding me?”
“I wasn't-” your words died in your throat as he dropped his scrubs and boxers in one.
You'd seen his cock enough to know it by memory but the size and fullness of him always rendered you speechless.
Robby knew it to. He stood there with a smirk. “You weren't avoiding me?”
Slowly, he sank to his knees.
“No,” you said, mesmerised by the sight of him going down.
Robby's hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them. He tapped your ankles, getting them on the bed as he got closer to your heat, still leaking from the last orgasm. “Promise?”
The words had hardly left your lips before his tongue pressed into you.
Your entire body moved into his but his arms wrapped around your hips, keeping you pressed into the bed. He moved further up, burying himself in you.
“Aw- fuck-” your hands waved for purchase before curling into the sheets.
He licked a stripe up and down before nudging your lips open and finding himself in there. It wasn't the slow drag of fingers but the desperate kisses and licks of a man hungry. He pulled back, spitting against you. “You won't avoid me again, will you baby?”
You shook your head.
Robby's eyes remained on yours until he buried himself in your pussy. You watched his eyes roll into the back of his head as he moaned into you.
His hands kept you spread open every time they quivered but it didn't take long for his hand to wind down to his cock. You prepped yourself up onto your elbows to watch as he pumped his cock agonizingly slow.
“Want your cock, Robby-”
He halted his movements and you but down on your lip.
“What did you just call me?” he asked, slowly moving up your body.
You knew you were supposed to call him Michael but watching the full swing of his cock stand to attention as he made his way over you was far too distracting.
“Hey-v his hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look up. “Michael.”
You nodded. Your hands reached for his cock, straining to wrap around him.
The only notice of the effect you had was the clench of his jaw.
“Michael,” he repeated, voice almost a growl.
“Michael.”
He nodded.
“Condom?” he asked, jutting back on his heels.
Your hand slowly worked his cock, the pre-cum beading at the tip. You shook your head. You were both clean, you were on the pill but tonight you wanted to feel everything, wanted him to even fill you-
Robby bent his head, spitting down on his cock and your hand. For a moment that's all it was, you hand moving on his cock as your other circled your clit. “God... your hand.... missed you...”
When your strokes got heavier, faster Robby's head fell back and he groaned. His cock was pink, heavy in your hand-
Quickly he grabbed your wrist and threw it off before grabbing the hilt of his own cock and slowly pushing into you.
His throat strained as he groaned at the push in and your back arched into him. “Fuck!” he fell atop you, arms braced at either side. “Shit- ah-”
Your arm wrapped around his shoulders, keeping you in.
“God, you make me crazy,” he uttered, searching for your lips.
The two of you collided in a mess of salvia, tongue, lips as he pushed into you, catching your gasps.
Eventually the rock of his hips grew steady. The creak of your old bed echoed the moves of him against you.
“Shit- ah-” he groaned, shaking off the sweat and the tension.
“Michael,” you said, holding him in closer. “I want you to... go hard.”
Hard he could do. Soft he could do. He would do anything you asked.
His tongue darted out, swiping your lips. “You missed me?”
“So much, so much, so much,” you pulled him down till his weight tested yours, cock deep. “On me.”
“Okay, okay,” he mumbled to himself. He put all his weight down, crashing your body into his bed. He wasn't as young as he once was. By no means but if you wanted it, he'd give it.
Pressed into you his cock went far and deep and he couldn't fully withdraw so it was small, maddening movements.
“Oh god,” he uttered.
You moaned, loud, as he wanted and he was breathless, groaning.
The dull thump of your headboard banged on the wall and something on your bedside table fell off.
Robby's arm stretched out, grabbing your hand and stretching your arms to the headboard, trying to steady it. With the stretch of the bodies he reached that spot in you.
“Aw fuck!” You yelled out, louder than anticipated. “Michael I'm gonna- I'm gonna-”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” he grunted with you. His other hand threw to your hip, holding your pelvis flush into you. “Fuck!”
In seconds he let go inside of you and the gush of his cum and the sound of the wet bodies threw you over the edge. His clutch on your hand grew tighter as his body trembled with yours, the spurts of your releases cooling down.
If this was casual Robby wouldn't have lingered, he'd have pulled out, flashed you a smile before using the bathroom.
He moved slower, staying till the both of you were spent. He kissed you, soft and sweet, lips moving around to remember the taste. “I'll move out,” he whispered as he took out his cock.
You stole a glance of both of your release leaking from you and around him before Robby moved aside.
He didn't flee, he didn't go to the bathroom. He pulled the sheets from under your bodies and got the both of you into bed. He laid beside you.
Robby tucked you under his arm, sweat on both your bodies cooling as you laid together. “Feels better when we're serious.” His fingers moved slow on your shoulder, delicate touches like a feather.
If he woke with a new thought, woke with regret you'd deal with it. For the moment you allowed yourself to feel the thump of his heart as the two of you slowly lulled to sleep.
Your alarm was the first thing you picked up in the morning. It's beeping ringing in your ear as you moved to turn the thing off or throw it at the wall-
A weight over your stomach made the effort harder but you got it.
Last night came back to you in the spill of scrubs on the floor and the ache between your legs.
Robby stirred next to you. Last night.
He stayed.
“You on today?” he asked, morning voice rough. You got a look at him, it was a rare sight you got to see him in morning light. His eyes were still shut, his face without the stress the day job gave him. He asked so casual, as if this was a morning routine you'd slipped into years ago.
You hummed, nodding and readying to move-
His arm tightened, drawing you in. “Call in sick.”
You chuckled, but your eyes closed. You promised yourself five more minutes. “My attending might have something to say about that.”
Robby grumbled. “Have a word with him, I'm sure you can be very persuasive.”
Somewhere in you apartment you heard the front door open and close, voices moving around the place.
You hadn't closed the door.
“Hey! We brought coffee and bagels!” called Santos.
“We're sorry for leaving you- we- huh?” you heard Whitaker. “What the?”
The clothes on the floor. The scrub top that would have his doctors badge on it.
You groaned and suddenly Whitaker and Santos were passing the doorway, one smirking, the other shocked.
Robby beside you didn't even stir.
“Good morning, Doctor Robby!” called Santos.
He only lifted a hand in greeting before making sure the covers were over the two of you.
You reached for something heavy, landing on a cushion and aiming at the door. It closed in front of your laughing friends.
|| rabbot x reader || smut mdni 18+, pwp, not a single lick of plot here folks, pinv, anal, dirty talk, pet names, threesome, double penetration, creampie x2, slightly mean!robby and softdom!jack, fingers in mouth, teasing, boyfriends kissing, praise, just silly girly things ||
a/n: heavily unedited, word vom, a little spank bank idea I had today and had to deliver to you
wc: 1.7k
"please—"
it wasn't the first time you'd begged. you'd begged for many, many things in this same position, truth be told. robby behind you, jack below. both of their cocks splitting you open. jack was thick, just like the rest of him—thick fingered, thick bodied, thick cock throbbing and twitching where it stuffed your pussy. robby, on the other hand—long and curved up to the right—enjoyed fucking you in your tight puckered muscle, making you whine and squirm beneath him.
robby laid down over you, crushing you further into jack's chest, who moaned with you at the change in angle. robby’s breath was hot against your ear, his lips pressed into the shell.
"please what, baby? hmmmm?" he groaned, his voice hoarse and cracked, his chest wiry with hair against your slick back.
you brought your hand up to fist in his hair, holding on tight as he pulled his length from you almost to the very tip before thrusting slowly back in.
"oh my god," you heard jack curse, his hands tightening at your hips, his mouth opening in a gasp.
both of them were to the right of you—your face laid down on jack's collarbone, robby's chin hooked over your right shoulder. they were so close. breathing one another's air, enough that you could feel jack’s breath leave him and robby’s cheek shift against the side of your head when he opened his mouth to kiss the crest of your shoulder.
you tightened your grip in the latter's hair.
"wanna see you kisssss—"
jack let out a breathless little laugh, robby chuckling into your shoulder.
"baby, we talked about this—" jack said, his voice hardly more than breath, his chest heaving under yours.
"—but it would be so hottttt," you whined.
robby ignored you. "how's she feel, brother?"
jack's head tipped back into the pillow beneath him, and you watched the rough scruff of his unshaved neck shift as his adam's apple glided up and down, swallowing around the broken gasp he pulled in.
"so god damn good—go a little harder, she squeezes me so fucking tight when you really give it to her, mike."
you barely had time to register the gleam in robby's eyes before he was swinging his hips back again, this time thrusting hard against you, his skin slapping hard, balls clapping right above where jack's cock was buried deep inside.
you squealed and jack groaned loudly. your hand hung on tighter to robby's hair, your other hand digging into jack's shoulder beside your head.
"ohhhh fuck—" you mewled. "so—so deep, robby, oh god—"
"she sounds so pretty when she makes those little noises," jack strained to say, turning to kiss you on the nose. "huh, honey? robby's dick feel good like that? yeah? gimme a kiss."
you tilted your chin, pushing into his lips lazily, your tongue reaching out to lick at his, wet muscles sliding together. when you began to drool out the side of your lips, you brought robby's head down closer, resting your cheek back to jack's chest.
"your turn—" you murmured sleepily, your brain fucked out of any logic.
nothing passed through you but the ecstasy of having these two men and being sandwiched between them and their weight pressing in around you. jack began jerking his hips up into you, making you hiccup and whine, his thrusts getting erratic, his breath heavier.
robby's cock pushed deeper into you too, the pressure of both of them at the same time making you feel so content, so full, so cock drunk.
"please, please," you chanted. "wanna see you kiss so badly—"
"she really does beg so cute, doesn't she?" robby murmured, kissing your shoulder.
"yeah—" the other breathed, a light groan strangling the word as both of them slid in and out of you in tandem—full of jack's cock, then robby's, empty. then again, both of them filing you at the same time. the rhythm made your jaw go slack, your thoughts thinning. it felt so right, with jack below you, robby behind you, both of them too big, too hot, too much. still, you wanted more. wanted this so badly the need burned behind your eyes.
"like this—" you said, ignoring their cooing, and you craned your neck, pressing a chaste kiss to robby's lips.
it was hardly a second, your brain too foggy to make it anything more.
"that's it, huh? that's what you want, honey?" robby murmured, voice even hoarser with mirth as he smiled at you.
"yesss!" you whined, kicking your feet into the bed beneath.
"not good enough to have both of us, huh?" he teased. "such a needy little girl."
"be nice, mike—" jack moaned. "she's a good girl."
his praise always effected you—making you flutter around him, and you knew he could feel it, even with the increased fulless from robby deep inside you with him. he cracked a little knowing smile between moans.
"oh, i know she's a good girl, brother," robby said, and his mouth dragged over the back of your shoulder. "no doubt about it. but we've spoiled her. she thinks she can have whatever she wants."
you pouted, the prick of tears in your eyes not from him denying you, but from the utter fullness of their cocks punching in and out of you. from the easy back and forth of them—robby pretending there wasn’t a soft spot in him you could reach with the simplest look. and jack caught it every time and teased him for it.
"enough talking—" jack cursed. "fuck, fuck, she's tightening up on me— think she's gonna come, mike, oh god—"
"please—" you moaned louder, thrashing a little bit out of frustration.
"fuck it—" robby growled.
he leaned down and placed a kiss on the corner of jack's mouth.
they didn't stop entirely when robby pulled his lips away from jack's. their thrusts only softened into shallow rocks, jack's hands tightening on your skin, both his and robby's throbbing lengths still pressed deep enough inside you that every quiet breath made you feel the stretch of both of them. you held yours without meaning to—waiting, feeling both of them still around you.
robby's chest pressed heavier against your back as he breathed through his nose. you felt jack's beneath you, his ribs expanding, pressing against your breasts.
"yes," you whispered, though not wanting to rush them. your mouth brushed jack's skin when you said it, soft against the damp hollow below his collarbone. "more."
"you're right—" jack huffed a little laugh that shook his chest on the way out. "she really is needy."
robby smiled, as if grateful for the lightness, "told y—"
but he couldn't say anything else, because jack's lips were suddenly on his.
a deep, harmonized groan passed between the two of them, and it did something terrible to you. your stomach dropped, your hips jerked. even a little lick of jealousy flamed in you, warming your skin, but they looked good together. so good. exactly as you pictured it. it made you moan and writhe to see their mouths slot against one another, lips parting, tongues sliding, jack's stubbled jaw working under the rough scrape of robby's beard.
"oh my god," you whispered.
when they paused their kissing, a string of spit connected them, shiny and wet.
"d'you feel that?" robby whispered.
"yeah," jack answered, his one hand squeezing your hip while the other came up to robby's hair along with yours. "her pussy is gripping me like a vice—"
"yeah, she really tightened up—fuck, c'mere."
robby's hand went up to jack's hair too, fisting in the messy graying curls. jack's mouth fell open in a guttural groan, and robby's other hand came to the nape of your neck in answer. he pulled you into himself harshly, his tongue sliding against yours as your mouths met.
it was slick and wet and lewd, and just when you began to moan in earnest, their thrusts picked up again. harder now, less patient. jack fucking up into you from beneath, robby driving into you from behind, the bed frame knocking against the wall harshly again and again.
then you felt a second tongue at the corner of your mouth.
you pulled back only enough to welcome it—jack's tongue sliding against yours, robby's flicking against the two of you together.
the room filled with louder moans and the thick slap of skin, the wet drag of mouths, jack's rough little curses disappearing against your lips. robby's hand stayed tight at the back of your neck, holding you there for it, making you take the kiss you had begged for. you gushed around them, pussy fluttering and convulsing in pleasure.
"come for us, baby," robby whispered between kisses. "come for jackie. he wants you to come all over his big cock."
jack groaned under you, his hips jerking up harder, his member punching even deeper.
"I wanna feel it too," robby said. "c'mon now, gave you what you wanted. now I get to feel this perfect little ass take my come."
"just wanted your boyfriends to kiss, huh, baby?" jack cooed, his hand moving up to grip your face, forefinger and thumb squeezing your cheeks. his thumb hooked into the tender hinge of your lips, sliding along your molars to pry your mouth open wider for the two of them.
you cried out around his salty skin, and he pouted in mock pity as he looked at you.
"come on my cock, baby," jack moaned, leaning in to keep licking and nipping at your lips. "know you wanna, come on my cock now—gonna fill you up so good, mmmm—"
"i'm—i'm—i'm coming—oh, god, oh god—"
"yeah, that's it, that's it—oh fuckkk—" robby groaned, his thrusts slamming harder, turning erratic before he froze up, jaw unhinging, breathing hotly against wanton mouth.
jack's opened too, in shock, in awe, and when you looked at him you saw his eyes go wide before they rolled back behind his eyelids.
your orgasm ripped through you, a heady pressure down your spine and tightening your hips, making your legs lock up before it crested you like an ocean wave swelling and crashing. your hand clenched in robby's hair as your mouth fell open around jack's thumb. both of them groaned in tandem, trapping you between them, both buried deep while your body squeezed down, making jack curse and robby bare his teeth.
as the euphoria eased and your body went loose with the oxytocin flooding your blood, the three of you kept kissing—gentle little nips, soft flicks of tongue, spit sliding and glistening at the corners of your mouths, collecting where lips met and parted. jack retreated his thumb from your mouth to gently pet at your cheek, and they let you have as much as you wanted, just like always. spoiled thing, they'd tell you again afterwards, while they washed your hair in the bath and cleaned you up.
but for now, you kissed them as your eyes grew heavier and heavier, your breathing deepening against jack's chest. robby's weight behind you felt heavy and comforting, tucked between two men, utterly spent and completely content.
wrote this at 8pm posted at 9:30pm so please ignore any typos or mistakes lol my horny lil mind couldn't be stopped
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.”
