Imagine if... omega!reader doesn't realize how strong her scent is, even with suppressants.
O!reader who is already emotional as it is, her scent proving that fact.
O!reader who smells sweet, but not sickeningly sweet, when excited.
O!reader's scents only gets sickeningly sweet and sour when she's pissed.
O!reader who will eye her attendings in confusion when they go to scent her scrubs (trying to cover her in more of the "hospital scent"), not seeing the creepy patient in room 3.
O!reader who will absolutely make secret nests all over the department, lips twitching upward nervously when called out.
"... why is there a pile of hoodies and blankets under the desk?"
"How did you find that?"
"I smelled it. It's hard to miss."
"Uh... pizzazz?"
"No-"
O!reader who growl deeply at an unruly patient, shockingly getting them to cooperate most of the time due to how her scent seemed to layer onto itself so intensely.
O!reader who also gets sheepish about it afterwards.
"I, uh... didn't mean to do that. Sorry."
O!reader who gets kind of amused at how possessive and protective everyone gets... until it's not funny.
"... be carefu-"
"It's just an IV! Shut up!"
*Scrambles away.*
O!reader who will absolutely glare and growl at anyone once she hears a stomach rumble or see any signs of dehydration and hunger.
"Did you eat? I made bagels, they're in the breakroom."
vacation headcanons for the pitt women â.Ë đź
samira mohan x fem!reader // dana evans x fem!reader // parker ellis x fem!reader // mel king x fem!reader // victoria javadi x fem!reader // baran al-hashimi x fem!reader // emma nolan x fem!reader // trinity santos x fem!reader
NSFW! MDNI! lots of pictures, both sfw and nsfw, vacation fluff, beach episode (literal), mentions of nude pictures, semi-public sex, drinking, fingering, oral sex etc.
â´ď¸ samira mohan
sfw:
samira has a digicam that she likes to bring around for every occasion. she takes pictures of you, when you least expect it. sitting by the sea, laying under the sun, swimming in the water, at dinner sipping your drink. it took a long time to convince her and pry it away from her hands to take pictures of her.
samira is the type to want to try every tourist attraction all the while trying to avoid getting scammed. which is, pretty hard you see, so she does her search before the trip to try out exciting stuff. not just the food and the popular cites. and she's so professional at the research with the restaurants as well, almost always the places are filled with locals and minimal tourists.
samira who loves fruit and just wants to try every single local one because she believes "only summer fruits are worth it"
nsfw:
samiraâs digicam also comes to good use in bed⌠she snaps a picture when you're utterly spent, in bed, laying in a pool of sweat. or short videos of you kissing her, under her, touching her. samira absolutely cherishes them afterwards and during the whole of your visit.
sloppy and slow morning kisses with grumpy holiday samira who claims she can't wake up before 10am during vacation (though her body doesn't allow her that luxury due to working at the e.r.) and you tell her she can go back to sleep, you just want to kiss her. just languid kisses that turn into samira's restless hands all over your body and the both of you fully naked and awake. samira making you come three times before midday and leaving the bed for a shower to which you join her
â´ď¸ dana evans
sfw:
always always taking pictures of you with that old lady camera angle she has because you look so pretty,, "twirl in that skirt for me princess" "god, you look so pretty like this" "wait i need to get a picture of you here as well baby"
dana is one of those people who would totally go to like all-inclusive resorts with the spa treatments and turkish baths etc. she would not be leaving without using her massage package to the last brim
dana probably wouldn't want to leave the hotel much, booking the all-inclusive for a reason,, because she's on her feet all the time and she wants a place she can just relax with her pretty girlfriend with a pool nearby, tasteful meals and a bar just under your feet. if you leave it's because you want to see some place nearby and she just can't say no to you.
nsfw:
i already said she looves taking pictures of you, that persists in bed as well. angling her phone, trying to get the right shot while you just pose for her in the way she likes, "just a bit to the right sweet girl, spread those legs mmhhhmm." "almost there princess, look at how wet you are oh my god"
another, very innocent, reason why dana doesn't want to leave the hotel for long is because this way she can have you whenever she wants to,, unlike at home, and even the prospect of just being able to go up to your room whenever and have sex is enough to drive her dizzy. so occasionally, she will lean into your ear and whisper, "go upstairs and wait for me sweetheart, and if you touch yourself i'll know." and she waves you off on your way with a small slap at your back
â´ď¸ baran al-hashimi
sfw:
baran who still goes on her morning runs even during vacation only to come back all sweaty and sexy at 7:30 in the morning. and she makes sure not to wake you up, claiming you need the rest on vacation but she just can't help herself and has to kiss you when you're lying so peacefully still when she arrives back.
she finds restaurants and takes you to try local foods you've never even heard of,, engages with the servers and learns what's in every dish she enjoys. tries to get the recipe so she can make it for you later at home. it's just so precious :((
baran is also just so friendly with the locals it's unnerving. she has an ear for language as it is and she will be befriending lots of local shop owners and getting you discounts, learning each of their names and giving her promises to visit again.
nsfw:
in the shower, on the bed, out on the balcony, after her morning run, sweaty, panting, splayed out, on the sheets, all fours, with the strap, head between legs, in the bathtub, out at the club, late at night, early in the morning, quickie before lunch, long, and passionate after lunch, whenever, wherever this woman will take! advantage! of! that! vacation!
you leave your panties by her nightstand because you wanted to have sex and she's going to be using that against you.. baran stealing your panties under your dress in some pub you're at, keeping them in her bra. or her making you leave without any on so she can tease you under the table of the hotel's bar. tearing a few apart, "i'll buy you new ones princess", sniffing them before stuffing them into her pockets, eating you out over them on the hotel bed. she is just to teasing until you're begging for her to just let you come
â´ď¸ parker ellis
sfw:
i know the bouncer will get bored of seeing parker and you come in every night once you find a place you both enjoy. in my head she knows where to find good clubs everywhere and is an expert at finding out their best signature cocktails
parker is the type to book those luxurious yacht trips with a few friends and just have the whole sea (and you) just to herself for a few days. like i bet she even has a licence to drive the damn thing. and the whole few days would just go by with delicious food, amazing cocktails and very good sex down at the suit in general.
also i think zoos? like those huge zoos that put humans in cages to see the animals and parker would totally love to spend time in the nature,, that includes visiting the city floral parks and just having a cute little nature day
nsfw:
one thing parker also loves about clubs is how she gets to have you in the bathroom stalls. your back to the restroom door, parker's hand working with intent between your thighs, one leg hooked behind her back as she makes you come at least once before leaving
and the follow-up at the hotel is even more delicious.. "you liked how i did that, huh baby? how anybody could hear you any moment, could just come right in when you were at my mercy?" and she would get so worked up over it as well,, putting her words to good use, making you ride her face because it makes her super horny. you going down on her and she almost immediately comes the moment your mouth is on her due to all the foreplay she got.
â´ď¸ trinity santos
sfw:
i know the breakfast buffet hates to see trinity coming by. she would totally get huge servings of everything she likes, and even more from the dessert aisle. when you ask why she simply says, her mouth still partially full from pancakes, âi never get to have proper breakfast in pittsburgh anyway. plus didn't we pay for it? this is my lunch as well."
she makes an extremely long and comprehensive car ride playlist that's probably longer than the entire trip but it doesn't matter as long as there isn't a minute without good music in the car.
trinity takes small silly videos of you everywhere, out on the street, sleeping at the hotel, looking at a statue, swimming at the beach and she makes a small collage video of them back at home. you keep asking her why she's not taking pictures instead the first time you're on vacation and she just says it's a secret. not giving it away until she sends you a google drive link a week after you're back home
nsfw:
trinity who gets insatiable once she gets very slightly drunk and just gets super bratty to leave the bar and go back to the hotel,, trinity who can't keep her hands off of you once in the room and makes sure you're louder than back home because she can't get a noise complaint here. "common baby let me hear you. worst case scenario we'll get blacklisted from here." and you stay true to her words, moaning her name till your throat is sore from it
movie night back at the hotel but trinity doesn't even want to watch the movie, she wants to make you feel good. small, innocent touches under your shirt and tiny pecks at your neck turning into bites and straddling your lap. when you tell her "you're so annoying" in that breathy voice she responds with the usual sass, "yeah i'm sure i am," her hand slipping under you underwear, "is that why you're so wet or?" you have to shush her with a kiss
â´ď¸ victoria javadi
sfw:
victoria makes like those small trip photo albums from everywhere she goes so there will be a lot of photographing involved. both you, herself, the stuff you eat, places you visit, cute little bug she spots, etc.
she is always updated on the latest trends and just loves recreating those stuff w you. "common baby, just this once i swear we can go eat at that place you liked the other day. for me, please?" and how can you deny those huge doe eyes?
victoria who brings a huge suitcase filled with different clothes for every hour of the day for a 3 day long vacation. and you can't even complain because she looks so pretty in all of them.. she is also very big on trading jewelry during vacation (or just in general)
nsfw:
you take one spicy photo of yourself with her phone saying "i'll stick this at the cover of that album" and she's done for. everytime she opens her gallery during the vacation she's thinking of it. "we should take more of those." she tells you one night and you're quick to follow up. taking selfies of yourself laying between her breasts, looking up with your chin to her chest. or one where you're biting into her skin, just below her neck. a very short video after you propped the phone by the nightstand of you sucking her nipples and victoria stopping it cus she's too shy.
victoria who innocently calls you over to the room saying she needs help zipping up her dress when you're downstairs getting reservations for the night,, but in reality she's trying on some new lingerie she got for this and wants you to see it. so when she opens the door, in the matching bra and underwear you're already drooling.. she gives you a small show first, making you sit down on the bed and walking down the small way up to you. straddling your lap and kissing you senseless.
â´ď¸ emma nolan
sfw:
emma would bring like 5 different books for a week long holiday and literally finish one in a day, leading both of you to search for a bookstore and something for her to just read while sunbathing. she just loves spending time at the beach and just read!!
talk about historical sight-seeing and my girl is there!! from popular tourist attractions to niche antique theaters not even the romans heard of,, she loves to do research beforehand and to just talk your ear off the whole ride there. one time she even tried to correct a tour guide and you had to get between her and the poor lady
picnic date on those huge city parks with emma!! you tell her it's fine, you're on vacation and you should just gt some pizza and sit down somewhere you find fit. but she just buys all the snacks neither of you have seen before, different fizzy drinks and even a cute picnic blanket :((
nsfw:
emma who gets super shy when you're dancing at a club or a pub or wherever,, and she gets insanely horny when you make her dance very close, her back to your chest and when your hands graze her skirt she's just begging to get back to the hotel. emma who almost comes with your thigh between her legs in the elevator because she's so worked up
she loves spending time back at the hotel as well. like just laying in bed together and emma who is just so good with her tongue,, going down on you because she just can, here, now. and she spends almost hours between your legs, you spread out on the sheets. she tells you to read one of her books, or pretend you are at least because it makes her even more turned on when she can suck on your clit while you're acting like you're ignoring her.. and this goes on for a long time, her edging you, just with her tongue, usually slow, easy movements until you can't take it for longer. pulling her up and paying her back just the way she likes
â´ď¸ mel king
sfw:
i think mel doesn't really like the seaside much, not enjoying the sand nor the sun. she would definitely go for the mountains and natural sight-seeing rather than the beach trip.
and mel just loves loves loves the nature so much!! she knows the name of every single butterfly or the weird bugs you spot along the way. she almost gets too excited when you spot a baby deer on your hike one morning and scare it off. thankfully, she is able to take a picture of it before the animal hops away on it's way.
if you're staying at a bungalow or a mountain hotel she found that you're sure came straight from the shining, mel would totally tell horror stories about people who got lost in the woods etc.
nsfw:
the good part about the horror stories though is the comfort she offers afterwards. she makes sure to add a few unnecessary details that makes you cling onto her even further and she just comforts you with kisses and soft touches that turn into something way less appropriate along the way. "shhh, it's okay babe. nothing's out to get you, you know." as she is literally buried deep inside.
other than that she doesn't scare you off. like when she does, there always is some ulterior motive there. but she would totally love to have you without the scary stories. very very sweet kisses as the rain platters out the window. completely using the prospect of being up in a mountain to her advantage, making you shout and moan as loud as you want. her breath would get raspy and all breathy in the morning due to all that action.
i truly am milking my (now over) vacation with this one. the people had decided for nsfw but i also wanted sfw so here it is, enjoy :p
a/n: i thought about the setting being in the ER but i was like i only suspend my disbelief so much. no way would he do that. enjoy!
summary: robby gives you a pelvic exam at home
tags: smut, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, roleplay, medical play, con noncon, reader knows what is happening but is pretending to be unaware, squirting, gloves, roleplay is later broken
pt. 2 (+ jack abbot)
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"Alright, good evening, I hope I haven't made you wait too long." Robby comes in to the room and shuts the door.
"Not at all Doctor�" You sit at the edge of the bed with your hands clasped together.
"Dr. Robinavitch, but you may call me Dr. Robby." He smiles and grabs a stool to sit on. "So, you are here for a pelvic exam, correct?"
"Yes." You smile at him.
"Have you had one before?"
"I haven't. I've honestly been scared to go." You purse your lips, "Is that okay?"
"The sooner the better but it's good that you came at all," He gives you a reassuring smile. "First things first, we'll need you to undress your bottoms. Go ahead and remove your underwear."
You stand up and drop your underwear from under the hospital gown you were wearing. Then you get back on the bed. Robby looks at the the underwear on the ground and bites back a smile, "Okay, lay back on the bed and scoot back until your feet can rest on it." You do as he says crawling backwards until your feet plant on the bed. While you're doing that he grabs a blanket and drapes it across your legs. "Alright, I'm gonna ask you to spread your legs for me okay?"
His voice is so calm and assuring. His eyes are so gentle. It's taking everything in you not to break right now. You nod as you do as he says. You hear the sound of latex gloves. "Alright, Miss. We are about to start. Any second thoughts?"
You take a breath, "Go ahead."
"Great, first I am going to check the outside visuals of your vagina." He says as he lifts the blanket to your knees and looks between your legs. With a gentle touch he runs his fingers along your pussy lips. You feel a shudder down your spine as he moves his middle finger over over your clit. You suck in a breath and bite back a moan.
Robby's head pops over the blanket, "How does that feel Miss?"
"Um, I'm getting a little⌠aroused." You giggle awkwardly.
"That's okay to feel during the exam. I am touching very sensitive parts of you." He rests one hand on your knee giving it a gentle pat. His fingers are still on your clit. Your brows knit together as you make another noise.
"Perfect," he whispers, "I am now going to lube up my fingers to insert them."
You hear the gloves rub against each other as he spreads the lube on his fingers. Slowly, he inserts his fingers and you let out a moan. Quickly, you cover your mouth, "I'm sorry Dr. Robby. I don't know what came over me."
"It's alright. It's completely natural." He continues to move his fingers in and out slowly. You lift your hips slightly and bite back a moan again.
"Dr. Robby~" You moan.
"Shhh." He hushes you as he continues. He goes further into pussy and press his thumb into your clit gently rubbing circle. Your toes curl and you whimper at the sensation. You dig your fingers into the blanket as you bite back a moan. "You're doing so well. I am just going to press my hand on your belly and curl my fingers around.
"Okay, Dr. Robby." You suck in a breath as you feel his fingers curl then you moan as you feel his other hand pushing down on your stomach area. "Oh shit!"
"Miss," He shoots you a warning glare, "I'm almost done."
"I'm sorry, Dr. Robby. I wasn't expecting it to feel so good." You bite your lip, "Your fingers feel so good."
"I'm glad you think so, Miss. But this is just a medical procedure." He curls his fingers up again as he pushes down again. Your legs lift slightly as you feel him hit your g spot.
"Robby! Oh my god," You grip the sheets.
"It's Dr. Robby and I am almost done." He continues to graze his fingers along the spot as his other hand moves down your stomach to your vagina and with his thumb he rubs on your clit.
"Ah! Ah! Dr. Robby, please. I'm gonna cum." You pant as you ride his fingers.
"Go ahead, Miss" He picks up his pace.
Your knees come together as you moan out. Your toes dig into the the bed as you shake through your orgasm. You hear it as it hits the floor. Your hips thrust onto his fingers as you squirt on them.
After a moment of rest, Robby pulls his fingers out and toss his gloves aside. "You squirted."
"I'm sorry Dr. Robby, I made a mess." You pant.
"Have you ever done that before?" He asks.
"No, sir." You sit up.
"It's completely normal to do. And very sexy."
"Really?" You bite back a smile.
"Yes, now why don't you lie back down so we can continue with the exam."
"Okay." You lay back down.
"Hmm, I don't seem to have my speculum with me so I'll have to use something else."
"What?"
"Nothing you haven't seen before. Are you sexually active?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Then this won't be too uncomfortable." He stands up, "I'm going to have you move your butt to the edge of the bed and I'll hold your legs."
"Okay." You scoot down to the edge of the bed and feel his hands under your calves. One moves to under the blanket again. Then you feel something rub against you entrance.
"I-is that your other tool?" You bite you lip.
"Mhm, just relax. It'll go in nice and smooth after you came." He pushes it in, "Nice and easy."
You bite back a moan as you feel it go further and further. "Dr. Robby," is all you can muster as you feel yourself getting fuller.
"Just take it like a good girl." He mutters under his breath, "God damn."
You feel it bottom out inside you. His waist is flush with your butt. "Dr. Robby⌠Robby⌠fuck I can't keep this up." You try to move your hips against.
"C'mon just a little bit longer, the procedure is almost down." He begins to thrust into you.
"Robby, I will keep calling you doctor if you please just pick up the pace and get me out from under this hot blanket." You give him a warning glare.
"Right away, Miss." He throws the blanket onto your bedroom floor and you finally feel like you can breath. You slip off the stupid hospital gown and grab his shirt to pull him down for a kiss.
Robby picks up his pace as he rocks into you. You moan in response and throw your head back, "Yes, Dr. Robby. Harder please!" You roll your hips.
"You are still needy, that is very good. Very sexy." He chuckles as he pins your hips down. You hook your legs around him as he continues. He grunts into your ear as he feels his orgasm approaching, "So tight."
"Only for you Dr. Robby. Only your dick." You pant. You rake your nails across his shoulders as you tighten you grip around his waist.
"Gonna cum again? Cum for your doctor?" He groans in your ear.
"Yes, Dr. Robby!" You moan, "I'm gonna cum again!"
He starts to thrust faster, the sound of skin slapping together echoes through the room. You feel the pressure building more and more until you finally shake through your orgasm. He comes soon after you and continues to ride out both your orgasms.
He pulls out of you with a smile. You grab a towel and wipe between your legs. "What a mess you made Dr. Robby. Does that mean I'm in good health?"
"Absolutely. We'll have to do a breast exam soon though." He says as his eyes move across your body.
"Mm, I don't know⌠I was thinking, I believe you are due for a prostate exam." You grin.
"Am I? I don't know about that."
"Oh yes, Dr. Robinavitch. Especially for men your age." You draw circles on his chest.
He laughs and pulls you in his chest. "You are not a doctor."
"I don't have to be to put a finger up your butt." You tease back.
summary: robby tells you he wants to keep things casual after you catch him flirting with noelle. he's less enthusiastic when he finds out you've been seeing his best friend. (5k)
characters: michael robinavitch / fem!reader, jack abbot / fem!reader, trinity santos, dennis whitaker, mel king
contents: established relationship, friends with benefits, jealousy, mutual pining, angst, possessive!robby, allusions to smut
FIC #5 / 20 FOR 20
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You and Robby were not together. Not officially, and definitely not publicly. You were hardly together privately, if you were being real honest with yourself â aside from a few stolen nights after particularly draining shifts, where heâd show up at your place with takeout and exhaustion sitting heavy in his eyes and promises of distracting you from the hard day; where heâd then wake up before sunrise and leave before you had the chance to miss him.
Casual. That was the point. Because he was an attending, and you were his resident, and Robby had already made the mistake of blurring those lines once before. âIt gets messy, sweetheart,â he murmured against your bare shoulder one night, voice heavy with sex and sleep alike. âAnd when it ends, it⌠It really fuckinâ ends, you know?â
You didnât know what he meant by that, actually. You figured he was saying that dating within the hierarchy tends to crash and burn in some way or another, but you didnât press him on the issue then. Though now you think that maybe you shouldâve.
You shouldâve told him to give this a name back then â whatever this thing was between you â because at least then youâd have a name for the feeling searing in your chest just now, as youâre forced to watch Robby flirt with Noelle on the other side of the workstation.
Youâre examining the chart glowing from the iPad in your hands, trying hard to ignore the ache in your lower back and the fact that you havenât eaten since six that morning, when the sound of Robbyâs sudden laughter graces your ears â finding you despite the buzzing chatter of the crowded E.R.Â
You glance up automatically and find him leaning against the counter, with the sleeves of his undershirt pushed up to his elbows and his stethoscope looped lazily around his neck, towering several inches over Noelle.
âYouâre getting less grumpy in your old age, Robinavitch,â the older woman quips beneath a quiet smile and the faint flush coating her caramel-colored cheeks. She arches a manicured brow in his direction, dark eyes glimmering beneath long lashes. âSomething been improving your mood lately? Or some-one?â
Your palms go clammy around the tablet in your hand. You never wanted anyone to find out that you were dating your attending, but god, your heart stops beating just to hear your name fall from his lips.
Robby laughs instead, a sharp exhale from his nose.Â
âYou always think you know everything,â he says with a shake of his head, though you can still hear the smile in his voice when he tells her, âIâm not sure your new boyfriend up in ortho would like you asking about my love life, HastingsâŚâ
âOh, I stopped seeing him ages ago,â Noelle scoffs. âHe kept calling himself an alpha male unironically, and Iâ couldnât take it anymore.â
Robby physically recoils. âJeez⌠And here I thought your taste in men improved after me.â
Their laughter entwines and lingers in the air for several lingering moments. Itâs more familiar than flirtatious, but your stomach twists with a sick feeling anyway. Because Noelle was, to put it simply, everything you werenât. She was effortlessly gorgeous and carried all that confidence in her matching pant suits and pulled-back curls. She was much closer to Robbyâs age, too, and their lengthy history is one you know you couldnât compete with if you tried.
You feel a little like a child as you watch them talk in hushed voices. You flare with all the embarrassment of one, too, when Robbyâs eyes lock suddenly with yours.
You turn away a beat too late, just in time to catch the look that flashes suddenly across his weathered features â as if heâd somehow been caught. You pretend not to notice, or otherwise care, when he dismisses himself from Noelle and closes the distance between you. He towers over you the same way he had with her, smelling like a mixture of his cologne and your bed sheets.
âHeyâŚâ he says, all casual, stuffing his hands into his scrub pockets and nodding to the tablet in your hands. âYou get that CBC back on Central Eight?â
âYep,â you deadpan, still without looking at him.Â
He flinches slightly when you shove the chart suddenly at his chest with a less-than-gentle hand. His brows lower in confusion when you turn on your heel and walk away a second later, with considerably more ire than you had that morning. (âCause youâd been complaining about some mild insomnia for a while now, so Robby fucked you to sleep the night before. He figured youâd be in a better mood today accordingly. But alas.)
âSo I take it youâre not helping with this endoscopy?â he calls after you, pulling his glasses from his shirt pocket for a better view of the screen in his hand.
âNope,â you call back, already halfway down the hall â not as his resident, but as a woman halfway scorned.
Whitakerâs eyes dart back and forth like heâs watching a tennis match â between you, Robby, and the bloodied head wound heâs watching you stitch up with practiced hands. Thereâs a heavy tension he can feel simmering in the air, snatching all the remaining oxygen out of the room. Even from where he stands behind you, peering over Trinityâs shoulder, he feels hardly shielded from the building stress.
âCall ortho for a consult for me, will ya?â Robby asks you, or rather politely commands, without looking away from the chart in his hands.
You, similarly, donât glance up from your sutures as you tell him, âYou have a pair of free hands, donât you, Dr. Robby?â
The manâs eyes dart to you in an instant, peering at you over the top of the glasses sitting low on his broad nose. His dark brown gaze glimmers with a mixture of amusement and shock as a faint smile flickers beneath his beard.
âExcuse me?â
âIâll do it!â Whitaker blurts, half-strangled by the tension, as he rushes for the red phone across the room. Itâs quite telling, the younger boy finds, that heâd rather suffer a call with Park the Shark than watch this loverâs quarrel unfold.
Robby squints as he takes a slow step towards you. His eyes flit from your deadpan face, to your gloved hands, to the balding head of the unconscious patient you stitch up.Â
âHave you eaten today?â he wonders aloud.
âAre you gonna ask if I need a nap next to?â you scoff. âIâm not a child.â
âWell, youâre kinda acting like one,â Robby says within a breathless chuckle. âSo do you wanna maybe dial the attitude back a notch?â
âSorry, Dr. Robby,â you say flatly, tying off the final stitch with sharp, methodical movements. âIâll remember to stroke your ego next timeâ Maybe then you wonât accuse me of being a bitch.â
âI wasnâtââ
A laugh sputters suddenly from Santosâ mouth before she can help it. She hides it behind her fist when Robby glares at her and pretends to cough instead.
The tension between the two of you doesnât snap until around the tenth hour of the shift, when youâre hiding from the chaos of the E.D. with the excuse of fetching more supplies from the walk-in closet. Robby enters like a dark cloud, mixing with your own storm, and threatening to create a most fatal concoction when he corners you against the shelf. (You hadnât stopped moving for about four straight hours, to be fair â this was his only real chance of getting you alone.)
âWhat the hell is your problem today?â the older man says in lieu of a greeting.
You huff and roll your eyes, shoving at a pack of saline flushes a little harder than necessary when they threaten to fall from the shelf and on top of you. Robby watches with narrowed eyes and a pair of weathered hands splayed on his hip.Â
âDid I do something to you? âCause youâve been acting crazy all dayââ
You slam the cabinet door shut with a resounding clang, so hard it refuses to latch,before spinning on your heels to face the man behind you. The glare you give him almost makes him flinch before he swallows down the instinct to.
âCrazy?â you echo through a tense jaw. âYou flirt with Noelle all day, right in front of me, and now youâre calling me crazy?â
Robby blinks owlishly back at you for several long moments.Â
You almost think you see a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth beneath his mustache, before a chuckle sputters suddenly from his lips. You flinch at the intensity of his laughter, and at the distant mania glimmering in his dark eyes.
âOh, my godââ
âDonât laugh!â you exclaim, face burning under the weight of your embarrassment.
ââThatâs what this is about?â
âYes! It is. Because I thought I was enough for you.â
His weathered features soften with a heavy sigh, though traces of his amusement still remain â equal parts fond and exhausted.Â
âOh, câmon⌠You know this wasnât supposed to be anything serious,â Robby croons gently, taking slow steps towards you. âThat was the agreement, right? Casual. So we could avoid all⌠This.â
You peer up at the man from beneath your lashes when he plants himself in front of you. You try not to melt when you catch a whiff of his dizzying cologne. âThis?â you echo.
âYeah⌠You know, all the⌠jealousy and theâ arguments,â he huffs with a lazy shrug and crosses his pale arms over his chest. âIâve been through this before, kid. Trust me. This is⌠This is whatâs best.â
Your chest sears with a mixture of red-hot anger and ice-cold jealousy. Your jaw tightens at how detached he sounds, how rational, as if he were discussing policies instead of real actual feelings. (If he was even capable of those). You want him to feel this, too â this awful, wretched jealousy clawing at your ribs from the inside out.Â
You fold your arms tightly across your chest, forcing your voice into a deadpan as hurt simmers somewhere beneath the words. âSo I can see whoever I want?â you ask him.
Robbyâs expression flickers slightly, almost imperceptibly. His adamâs apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, but his dark gaze never once wavers from yours.Â
âOf course, you can,â he tells you, though his taut voice threatens to betray him. âWeâre casual. That was the deal.â
âOkay,â you nod once and turn away from him again, giving him very little to play off of as he tries and fails to call your bluff.Â
Robbyâs forced to stare at the back of you while you pull a large pack of lap pads from the shelf. His brows knit in confusion when you spin back around to face him, mostly back to normal again, with a ghost of a polite smile dancing the edges of your mouth.
âRun these to Trauma 1 for me, will ya? Dr. Al-Hashimi needs âem for a trauma patient coming in.â
You press the package to Robbyâs chest before he can answer and walk past him for the exit before he can blink.
Three days after the fact, youâre sitting in a crowded bar a block away from the PTMC, drowning your post-shift sorrows in half-priced beers.Â
In those three days, you havenât seen Robby once outside of work. There were no more stolen kisses in empty elevators, no more lingering touches in stairwells, no more âcome overâ texts sent in the dead of night. And Robby thought it was strange, because the two of you werenât even fighting anymore â not technically, anyway â and yet you were more distant now than ever.
âQuestion,â the man murmured casually from the other side of the desk while you finished up your charting at the monitor. âIs it me youâre avoiding or just my apartment?â
âWhat?â you scoffed, still typing. âIâve just beenâ busy, Robby.â
âHmâŚâ he sighed, less than convinced.
You didnât spare him a second glance â not then and not when you took Santosâ offer of happy hour and Friday night karaoke. The girl herself returns now to the cracked pleather booth in the corner of the dingy bar, where you sit with Mel and Whitaker, after butchering another Alanis Morrissette song.Â
Her chest heaves with panted breaths under her black tank top, pale skin sticky with a thin layer of alcohol-induced sweat.
âOkay, whatâs with the long faces over here?â Trinity jokes as she steals a room-temperature fry off your plate, talking through the mouthful. âI know you and Robby are fighting or whatever, but I just gave the performance of a lifetime up there.â
You slurp nosily at the remnants of your fruity drink and nearly choke on it at the accusation. âWhat?â you cough with the thin straw still in your mouth. âWe arenâtâ fighting. What are you talking about?â
âOh, please,â Trinity scoffs and reaches for her beer. âYouâre both been acting like a couple of⌠divorced parents at soccer practice.â
âOkay, I donât even know what that meansââ
âPlaying nice in front of everyone as not to evoke suspicion, which inevitably turns the obvious tension between you from angry to sexually charged,â Mel rambles matter-of-factly. Her blonde hair sways around her jaw as she nods, left slightly crimped from her undone braid.
Your eyes flit to Whitaker then, who nods much more solemnly in agreement.
Your face burns red-hot in response. âWellâ weâre not even, like, together or anything, soâŚâ
âMhmâŚâ Santos hums with a knowing look that makes you shift uncomfortably in the booth. She takes another quick swig from the amber bottle in her hand before her gaze zeroes in on an unfortunate Whitaker. âCâmon, Huckleberry. Youâre up.â
His light eyes widen, glassy with exhaustion and alcohol alike. âIâm⌠Up?â
âYeah. Youâre doing karaoke with me. Letâs go,â Trinity says as she slides once more off the weathered vinyl. She frowns when she rises and finds the boy still sitting in place. âLetâs go, I said! We gotta get back in line before the spots fill upââ
Whitaker scrambles to follow the girl towards the stage despite his better judgment. You use that as an excuse to get another drink, tugging the skirt of your dress further down your thighs as you go. You weave through the crowd of strangers and coworkers alike until you reach the sticky wooden counter.Â
You lean your elbows against it and flash the bartender a kinda smile. âCan I get another aperol spritz, please?â
âPut that on my tab,â a familiar voice says from beside you.
Your head whips to find Jack sitting there, one chair down and nursing a sweaty amber bottle of cheap beer in his pale hand. He looks more relaxed now than you think youâve ever seen him â camo pants baggy around his legs, black t-shirt untucked from the belt, warm around the edges from the alcohol.
You feel very suddenly overdressed in your form-fitting velveteen number and cross your arms over your chest to hide beneath the loose cardigan you wear over top of it. âOh, you donât have to do thatââ
âI insist,â the older man smiles. âYou deserve it after that canthotomy you did today. You were a real trooper.â
The bartender slides a cocktail glass across the wooden surface over to you. The orange liquid threatens to slosh over the thin rim. You give him a polite grin in return. âThank you,â you tell the man, then grow considerably shier when you turn back to the attending sitting a stool down from you. âThanks, Dr. Abbot.â
âJack,â the older man corrects before bringing the lip of his bottle back up to his mouth.
âJack,â you echo softly.
The man shifts on the hard stool, keeping his prosthetic limb stretched slightly ahead of him beneath the bar. A not quite silence settles between you then, filled by the buzzing bar all around you. Your eyes cut to the stage on the far side of the room, where Santos belts the lyrics to âYou Oughta Knowâ and Whitaker stumbles over himself to get the foreign words out.Â
âI think Shen is looking for a karaoke partner,â you quip, nodding your head towards the doctor standing by the stage and flipping through the binder of song choices there.
The dim overhead lighting turns Jackâs silver curls a softer golden shade when he turns his head to follow your gaze. He grimaces instantly at the thought. âYeah, absolutely not.â
âWhy?â you laugh softly, with the thin straw dancing against your mouth. âYou scared?â
âYes,â the man answers without a second thought. âAnd Iâve been shot at beforeâ Today, evenâ And somehow karaoke still feels more terrifying.â
Your eyes squint in his direction, glittering with something foreign. âThatâs a little dramatic, donât ya think?â
âEh. Maybe a little.â
You scoff and slide into the bar stool beside him. âYou donât strike me as someone who embarrasses easily, Dr. Abbot.â
âThatâs because you only know me at work,â he quips halfway into his beer, before licking the amber sheen from his mouth. âWhere I am equal parts competent and mysterious.â
âMysterious?â you repeat skeptically.
âMm,â Jack nods with narrowed eyes and a faint smile twitching the corner of his lip. âVery tortured, you know? Very brooding.â
âAh, yesâŚâ you sigh with alcohol glittering on your lips like gloss. âThe very brooding, tortured doctor who makes dinosaur noises to win over scared children in pedes.â
Jack pauses mid-sip, pale eyes narrowing. âWell, this is newâŚâ he hums.
Your stomach flips at the way heâs looking at you. Heat crawls instantly up your neck. You feel very suddenly suffocated by the heavy cardigan on your shoulders. ââŚWhat is?â
âI donât know,â he answers with a lazy shrug, though his heavy eyes dart once down your form and up again. You donât realize, until then, that this is his first time seeing you in anything other than your dark black scrubs. âYou⌠Flirting with me.â
You exhale a breathy laugh, if only to dispel the anxiety clawing at your chest. âFlirting? Is that what this is?âÂ
âHeyâ Youâre the one who called me mysterious.â
âActually, I was clarifying if you thought you were mysterious.â
âStill counts.â
âDoes it?â you squint.
Jack smirks behind the lip of the beer bottle against his mouth. His adamâs apple bobs with a short sip before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. âYou know⌠For a while there, I thought you hated me⌠Considering you never talked to me unless you had to.â
âYou work nights, Jackâ I donât talk to you because I see you for, maybe, twenty minutes out of my day,â you scoff, and donât realize youâve called him by his first name until his eyes glimmer with amusement. You turn away with a shake of your head as your face burns, bringing the straw back up to your mouth. âThough, Iâd be lying if I said it didnât consider itâŚâ
âOh, really?â Jack hums with raised brows. âWhatâs the verdict now, then, huh?â
You let your gaze drag over him deliberately as you ponder the question, biting at the straw between your teeth. You scan over his toned biceps, his lean stomach caged beneath his form-fitting tee, and his spread thighs that make your head spin, before meeting his eyes once more.Â
âNow,â you hum sweetly, âI think Iâm starting to understand the appealâŚâ
Jack stares at you for a long moment before he lets out a low, disbelieving laugh. The lamplight shines in his greying curls as he shakes his head. âYeah? And how does Robby feel about that?â
Your eyes harden in an instant.
Jack raises a free hand in surrender. âHey, Iâm just sayinââ He looks like he wants to put his fist through a wall any time another attending talks to you for more than thirty seconds.â
Your chest tightens unexpectedly. You swallow hard to fight the strangling feeling â of Robby, and of his laughter in the supply closet â as you shrug a lazy shoulder in response. You donât bother to lift your cardigan when it slips softly down your arm.
âItâs casual,â you tell him.
Jack studies you for a long moment. The corner of his mouth curls into a slow half-smile, and you feel your heart stuttering behind your ribcage.Â
âCasual, huh?â he hums and brings his bottle back up to his mouth. âInterestingâŚâ
Morning arrives slowly through the veiled curtains of the quiet bedroom, where pale golden light cuts softly over hardwood floors and rumpled sheets. You rouse gradually, cocooned beneath strangely heavy blankets that smell differently from your own back home â like unfamiliar detergent, cedarwood, and musky cologne.Â
For a blissful wink of a moment, you donât remember where you are. Not until you stretch your tired limbs and brush a scruffy leg with your foot, anyway.
Your breath catches. Your heavy eyes snap open. Your body prickles with heat as flashes from the night before return to you at once â of the walk home from the bar, of Jackâs laugh against your throat, of his stubble scraping your skin, of the teasing murmur in his velvety voice as he told you to cum for him.
Your thighs clench together at the memory, while a lingering ache pulses pleasantly low in the pit of your stomach.
You lift your head from the pillow and inhale sharply through your nose as your eyes scan the foreign bedroom, which you had been too busy to do the night before.Â
Thereâs an expensive-looking record player in one corner, sat beside a crate of well-loved vinyls. Thereâs a bookshelf lining the far wall â cluttered with medical textbooks, old paperbacks, and framed photos from his military days. His camo bag, etched with his name, slouches by the entrance, and over the foot of the bed, you can see his prosthetic limb lying beside your shoes.
Other than that, itâs strikingly empty, with very little decoration on the wall or bedside tables. It makes sense, you figure, for a man who is working far more than he isnât.
Your head turns in the opposite direction to find Jack sleeping soundly just beside you. The gentle rays of morning light brush over the canvas of his bare back, turning his freckles there a deeper shade of golden brown. Heâs got one arm shoved beneath the pillow he folds into his cheek and the other lying loose across the mattress â from where your waist mustâve been before you slithered out from underneath it.
Your chest pinches at the sight of him. With pride, maybe, at having conquered him. And with a pang of white-hot guilt that twists when your mind inevitably drifts to Robby.
You slide out of bed, careful not to let the mattress give too much beneath your weight. You grimace when the fabric of your t-shirt twists uncomfortably around your form, only to find that youâre wearing Jackâs shirt, which had seemingly been given to you at some point last night. It falls over your thighs when you stand, bare feet padding as you gather your discarded clothes.
You bend down to drag your underwear back up your thighs and wince when your head throbs from last nightâs cheap cocktails. With your dress and knit cardigan balled in your arm, you toe your shoes back on. Your breath hitches when the mattress shifts with a soft creak.
Jack squints when he raises his wild head. His mouth twitches when he finds you at the foot of the mattress. âYâknowâŚâ he rasps, voice rough with sleep. âIâm at least grateful youâre not robbing me before sneaking out. Thatâs very courteous of you.â
âIâm not sneaking,â you scoff. âI just⌠didnât want to wake you.â
The man inhales sharply as he twists onto his back, charcoal sheets tangling around his waist. You force yourself to look away from his lean stomach and the red claw marks you left on his scruffy chest when he stretches his toned arms above his head.Â
âThatâs sweet,â he says with a wince. âBut unfortunately, I wake up if somebody breathes wrong in the next room.â
You exhale a soft laugh.Â
Jackâs eyes soften around the edges at the sound of it. âYou workinâ today?â
âYep, in aboutâŚâ Your eyes flit to the alarm clock on his nightstand. âHalf an hour.â
âBrutal,â he scoffs.
âYouâre fault.â
âDonât say that like you didnât have a good time,â he teases with narrowed eyes, then softens slightly when you turn away. You fumble with the stubborn back of your shoe, and his chest twists at your silence. âDo you⌠Do you regret it?â
âNo,â you answer instantly.
âGood,â he hums, relaxing visibly once more into the sheets. âMe neither.â
Your stomach blooms with warmth. You shift awkwardly on your feet before him, even still. âSo, uh⌠Whatâ What now?â
âWell, feel free to use my shower, if you wantââ
âIâm serious, Jack,â you insist gently, then add, more sheepishly. âBut I will be using your shower, actually, thank youâŚâ
Jack inhales deeply, considering. âWell,â he starts carefully, âI like you. Obviously.â
Your pulse rushes like a teenage girl.
âBut,â he continues, as relief and disappointment tangle in your chest all at once. âI also know that neither of us is in the right spot for a relationship right nowâŚâ
âSo⌠Casual?â you offer lightly, mouth lifted in a tired smile.
âCasual,â Jack agrees with a firm nod and glassy eyes.
You wear the night before all over, despite your desperate attempts to hide it.
Robby notices it the moment he sees you â how relaxed you are, how happy you seem to be. Whatever had been plaguing you before is now long gone, and that alone should be enough to comfort him. But still, he canât shake the feeling that someone had gotten rid of all the aching for you â fucked it out of you the way only he could.
âYouâre in a good mood today,â he observes while signing off on the chart youâd given him.
âAm I?â you hum.
âYeah,â he nods, clicking his pen with his thumb. He glances at you over the top of his glasses before averting his gaze once more. âWhatâd you get up to last night, huh?â
âNothing,â you shrug. âOther than watching Santos butcher Alanis Morrissetteâs discography at karaoke⌠Maybe I just slept well.â
âYou usually only do that at my place.â
Your brows furrow when he passes the clipboard back to you. âIâm sorryâ Are you accusing me of something, Dr. Robby?â
His mouth opens to respond â to tell you that he can smell the foreign body wash on your skin, far muskier than the delicate sweet-vanilla heâs used to. But the automatic doors across the station swish open and shut before he can.Â
Jack enters with his camo pack slung over his shoulder and brings a cool evening breeze in with him. Robby canât help but notice how your eyes find each otherâs almost instantly, clicking like magnets and lingering together like thereâs a secret that only the two of you know about. His stomach swirls with jealousy.
âLook alive, degenerates,â Jack announces in lieu of a greeting, then quiets slightly when he reaches your side. âWhatâd I miss?â
âI was just briefing Robby on last night at karaoke,â you answer with a polite smile. âAnd how I will never be able to listen to Alanis Morissette after Santosâ crimes last nightââ
âFuuuck you,â Trinity drags out from the desk beside you, still sluggish from the long day and the hangover that wonât seem to leave her.
âDonât drag me into this,â Jack quips. âI took an oath as a physician to do no harm.â
You exhale a quiet laugh. The manâs eyes soften around the edges, as though pleased at having earned the sound, before walking off towards the locker room. He leaves a trail of musky cedarwood as he goes, and Robbyâs heart drops when he finally places the scent â the one heâs been smelling on you all day.Â
The realization hit him like a truck.
His expression darkens instantly when he turns back to you.
âSupply closet,â he mutters lowly as he walks past you. âNow.â
Your stomach drops at his tone. He takes all the remaining breath from your lungs with him as he goes. Your chest stings accordingly â with a surge of pride at his jealousy, and with a pang of distant regret at his hurt. You follow behind him down the long hallway to the supply closet like a scolded child. He barely waits for the door to click shut behind him before rounding on you.
âYou slept with him?â he shouts, eyes wide and wild.
You cross your arms tight over your chest, with your head tilted inquisitively to your shoulder. âArenât you the one who said I could see whoever I want?â
âYeah, I meant random assholes at the bar,â he snaps. âNot my best fucking friend!â
An incredulous laugh sputters from your lips. âOh, so now we have rules? What happened to just being casual, huh? If you can flirt with your coworkers, why canât I?â
Robbyâs dark eyes narrow as he takes a slow step towards you. You catch a faint upward flicker of his mouth as he asks, âSo thatâs why you did it, huh? You just wanted to piss me off?â
Your anger spikes instantly. You feel it prickling red-hot beneath your scrubs. Because heâs an arrogant asshole, maybe, or maybe because a distant part of you knows that heâs right.
âNo, actually,â you tell him anyway. âBecause not everythingâs about you, Robby. I did it because Jack wanted me. Because he didnât treat me like I was just another one of his dirty secretsââ
âYeah, alright,â Robby scoffs a breathy laugh and turns away, running a pale hand through his chopped brown hair.
âBecause being with him made me feel goodââ
âI said alright!âÂ
âAw, whatâs wrong, Robby?â you coo, voice dripping with sarcasm. âDoes it bother you that somebody else wanted me?â
Robby exhales another one of his stupid laughs.
Your chest swells with a burning feeling that makes you feel like crying. âWhy is it so hard to admit that you care about me?â
âI care about you! Of course, I fucking care about you!â he exclaims, red in the face. âBecause Iâve spent months trying not to screw this up.â
âOh, please,â you roll your eyes. âSays the man who practically shoved me into someone elseâs bed.â
âOh, donât do that,â Robby squints.
âDo what?â
âAct like this is what I wantedââ
The words die in his throat when the silver knob to the closet door clicks suddenly behind him. The hinges open with a quiet squeak a second later. Your heads whip in sync to find Santos in the threshold, rubbing at her tired eyes as she steps into the room. She doesnât realize the two of you are in there until the door shuts behind her again.Â
Her wide eyes dart back and forth between the two of you for a moment. ââŚWhy does it feel like I just walked into a hostage situation?â she quips in a monotone.
âNow you know how I felt last night,â you joke back weakly.
She flips you off and walks further inside. Neither of you says a word as she retrieves a case of saline flushes and four-by-fours from the shelves. The plastic crinkles loudly in the silence.Â
âPlease. Feel free to continue,â Santos deadpans as she leaves. âI definitely wonât be listening with my ear pressed against the door.â
The entrance shuts behind her with a dull click that sounds much louder in the quiet. You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding as Robby pinches his nose between his thumb and forefinger. When he lifts his head against, his eyes zero in on you.Â
âWeâll finish this when we get home,â he tells you, firmly.
âCanât tonight,â you shrug, lying through your teeth. âI have plans.â
âYeah, not anymore, you donât.â
Your stomach does a back flip at his words, at his very sudden act of dominance that makes you feel like melting into a puddle at his feet. And judging by the newfound glint in Robbyâs dark eyes, he notices it, too.
a/n: i was so freaked out writing, i out freaked myself. enjoy.
pt. 1
summary: it's time for robby's prostate exam and you have abbot there to help guide you through it.
tag: a little bit of medical roleplay, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, double penetration, gloves, threesome, vaginal sex, missionary gay sex, squirting, afterglow, dom!abbot, switch!robby, sub!reader, a bit of jealous!robby, brat!reader, rabbot have fucked before and reader is fujoshing out, spit as lube, collecting the spit for lube, also just lube,
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Robby sits on the edge of the bed nervously. He felt so embarrassed for what was to come. You enter the room in a lab coat with Abbot close behind you in his work scrubs. "Hello, I am Dr. Abbot, and this is my med student who will be observing today. Is that okay?"
"I guess so." Robby can't even look at you. You have the biggest grin on your face and you were bouncing on the balls of your feet. Looking at Abbot isn't any better as he has a shit eating grin too.
He doesn't remember exactly how it happened. Everything seemed to just fall into place after you asked to role play again. Getting Abbot on board wasn't too hard. He always seemed like your third with how often he would come along with you and Robby on nights out and dates.
There was once a drunken haze where you had confessed a fantasy to which they kissed each other. Then when they did, it became a feverish mess between the three of you and the next morning Abbot was gone. It was only mentioned when you were drunk again. So it happened a few times.
"So you are here for your prostate exam, Dr. Robinavitch. Is this your first one?" Abbot asks.
"No but they say you should get it checked often." Robby folds his hands in his lap.
"That's right, so the only person who hasn't done one is our stellar student." Abbot smiles at you.
You beam back and look at Robby, "I hope you don't mind, I will be performing the exam today."
"Not at all." He takes a deep inhale, "Do what you have to do."
"Alright, do you remember what the procedure is?" Abbot asks you. You bite your lip as you think back to before you entered the room.
"Okay, sir, if you could face the bed and remove your lower garments then bend over. To make it easier you can simply rest your torso on the bed and brace on your elbows." You look back at Abbot.
"Good job." He whispers.
You bite your lip and turn to Robby who isn't as amused. He wasn't the jealous type but he loathed the way you would act around Abbot. You would get these little giggle fits and give him googly eyes. You'd bite your lip probably fantasizing about him. But this is what you wanted and he wasn't going to fight you on it as you let him do the pelvic exam before.
He turns around and undoes his belt. He pulls down his pants with his underwear and steps out of them. He rests his torso on the bed.
From behind he can hear you snap on your gloves. "Okay make sure your finger is lubed and spread it over the entrance." Abbot guides you. Robby hisses as he feels your gloved finger traces the outside of his hold before gently pressing into it. It's not enough to penetrate but enough to get him aroused. "Good work, Baby-girl. Now go ahead with the next steps."
Before Robby could think about the stupid pet name any longer, you speak, "I am inserting my finger now," and slowly push your finger into his rectum. Robby groans as he feels your finger inside him. Slowly you press your finger against the walls and then against his prostate.
"Ah~" Robby moans.
"Are you alright, sir?" You ask.
"It's completely natural to have a reaction during the exam." Abbot assures, "Slowly pull your finger out and back against that spot."
"Okay." You do as you are told and thrust your finger into Robby slowly. Robby follows your movement biting back his moans but his cock is betraying his true feelings. It jumps with every stroke begging to be touched. You wanted to touch it. You lick your lips as you imagine your mouth collecting his precum that dribbles out.
"Fuck~" Robby groans. It snaps you back into reality and you stopping moving your finger.
"I don't feel any abnormalities, Dr. Abbot." You say.
"Really? Alright, let me check." He puts on a glove of his own. You pull your finger out and Abbot stands on the other side of Robby.
"H-hey wait a minuteâ Ah!" Gently, Abbot thrusts two fingers into Robby with ease. You sit there wide eyed as you watch him finger Robby. "Huh, you're right, nothing out of the ordinary."
"You piece of âmmph~! â shit" Robby pants. You are still standing there, mouth agape as you look on in pure shock. You and Robby have never done ass play before. Correction, You have never done ass play with Robby before. He's played with your ass plenty but you have never even thought about doing it to him until recently.
"Sir, please remain calm. You're scaring my student." Abbot smirks at you, "Surprised?"
You just nod your head.
"I guess Baby-boy likes to keep his secrets." He chuckles. Robby moans as he clenches around Abbot's fingers. He rocks his hips backwards against his hand as Abbot's fingers poke his prostate. "Like he said though, this isn't his first exam."
"Don't say it like that." Robby stutters. He turns to you to see the shock on your face. You didn't know what to do in this moment. You really wanted to put your hand in your pants and keep watching. This is something you've only ever dreamed about.
"You two have done it before? And didn't tell me?" You pout, "I've only ever seen you two kiss, this isn't fair."
Robby chuckles, "Well remember that time you had one too many Manhattans?"
"That's when I asked you two to kiss. Then we all kissed." You try to recall memories of the night.
"Well when we went upstairs, you fell asleepâŚ" Robby helps you along.
"Oh. My. God." You gasp, "You guys kept going?! Not fair! I wanted it more than you two. Why didn't you wake me?!"
"Ah~! I tried, but Baby once you're out⌠you're out." Robby sighs, "I'm sorry."
"You can watch us do it again." Abbot suggests as he pulls his fingers out, "If that will make you feel better."
A smile grows on your face, then you nod rapidly. "Robby, please. I'll do whatever you want." You crawl on the bed and give the biggest puppy dog eyes to him.
"Whatever I want, hm?" He bites his lip. You nod and lean in to kiss him. He hums against your lips as he thinks. You continue to pout between the kisses, "I'll do it but on the condition that you don't touch yourself."
"What?! That's so not fair!" You whine.
"Then I guess the exam is over." He stands up.
"No wait!" You hug his waist, "I'll⌠I'll do it."
"Good girl." He kisses your forehead. "Go ahead get on the bed."
You crawl back on the bed and the two men follow suit. You watch as Robby lays on his back and places a pillow under his legs. Abbot removes his clothes and his prosthesis. You can't stop you tongue from wetting your bottom lip. You knew he had an amazing body but nothing prepared you for seeing it bare. You purse your lips as you stare at his cock. You feel your underwear get wet as you imagine it in your mouth.
You let out a shaky breath as you ball up your fists and tuck them under your butt. Robby gives you a knowing smile as he follows your eye line. You couldn't tell if this was a gift or punishment.
Abbot strokes his cock spreading his precum down his shaft. He spits on it getting it completely wet. You see Robby's cock jump a little in anticipation. You try to roll your hips discreetly to create friction between your pussy and the fabric of your underwear. You make a soft noise as you watch on.
Slowly, Abbot presses the tip of his cock to Robby's hole. Once the head has breached, he makes a full thrust inside. Robby arches his back and throws his head in ecstasy. You think to yourself, how the hell did you sleep through him moaning like that. Abbot's thrust start long and slow, dragging out moans from Robby as he goes. He lifts Robby's hips up and he leans down bracing his upper body on his hands beside Robby's head. He kisses Robby as he thrusts. They moan into each other's mouths. You can see their spit spill from their mouths, out of Robby's mouth.
Abbot picks up his pace. He straightens up again and tightens his grip on Robby's waist. You hear their skin slapping together and watch as Abbot ruts into Robby. Your brows knit together as you watch. Your teeth shred the skin of your bottom lip. You are losing feeling in your hands as they bear the weight of your body.
Robby turns to you moaning. He's being loud on purpose. His mouth is covered in saliva. His face getting rosy red as Abbot thrusts into him. You can't take it anymore.
You crawl over to them and drag your nails down Robby's chest. You kiss him eagerly sliding your tongue around his mouth continue his and Abbot's spit. You gather as much in your mouth to let it flood into your hand making a small puddle. You place your wet hand on Robby's cock spreading the saliva all over. "You never said I don't touch you," You smile mischievously.
Robby moans as you continue to play his cock, rubbing your fingers over the sides and running your your thumb over the slit. You lick the shell of his ear and nibble the lobe, "I need you so bad, Robby." He shudders under your whisper and turns to look at you. You lean down and capture his lips again. You remove the short coat and your top.
Abbot slows down his pace as he watches you undress. He can feel Robby clench around him as you strip off each item of clothing one by one. Once you're completely naked, you straddle Robby's chest. He rests his hands on your thighs then slides them up and over your ass. You grind your pussy up and down his chest. Abbot's eyes are on your back. They trail down from your shoulders to your tailbone where Robby's thumb's rest. They go love to Robby's hands palming each of your ass cheeks. He swallows as he watches Robby's fingers massage them spreading the apart and squeezing them together.
"Robby~ please," You pout, "Can I please sit on your cock?"
Robby nods and you smile before you move backwards. You raise your lower half and take hold of his cock. You jump as you feel Abbot's hands on your waist. You look over your shoulder and see him smiling. "Allow me." He wraps his hands around Robby's cock as you relinquish it to him. With his other hand he guides you down and drags it over your pussy lips. You lean back against his chest as you rub your pussy against the tip of Robby's dick. "What a good girl, Robby." When he lines it up with your entrance, you sink down on it.
Robby moans as he feels you clench around him. He holds your waist so you stay in place. He pants as he tries not to cum. Already at the point from the prostate massage he squeezes his eyes shut to calm down. "Fuck~" He throws his head back into his pillow.
You smile and whine, "I wanna move, Robby. Let me move."
Just then your breath hitches when you feel Abbot's hand snake around your neck, "Hang on, Baby-girl." You gasp as you feel his cock slide between the crease of your ass. It stops right at your puckered hole, "I need some attention to."
You turn to face him and he kisses you with hungry fervor. You moan in surprise at the intensity. Swells of his saliva push into your mouth with his tongue and you gladly take it. No wonder Robby was gulping while they kissed. His tongue slides against yours and when he pulls away you tongue chases after him. He then sucks on it collecting more of the water in your mouth.
He smiles at your daze before he spits into his hand. You watch him rub it over his fingers then you shudder as you feel them against your asshole. You bite your lip and moan as you grind back against his hand. Robby moans with you as you essentially were grinding on his dick too.
You hear the squelch of his hand around his cock, as he smears the spit over his already wet cock. He whispers in your ear, "Ready, Baby-girl?"
You nod rapidly as you feel it press against your tight hole. You look down at Robby with a gleam in your eyes. He knew this was another thing you had fantasized about. Right now all your dreams were coming true.
Abbot holds your waist and pushed into your rectum. You moan and fall into Robby's chest. He wraps his arm around you keeping you prone. With both cocks inside you felt so full. You couldn't think straight. You couldn't speak. You just kept moaning. Every time you took a breath and your muscles in your abdomen tried to relax, their cocks would hit a special place each and make you constrict again.
"Fuck baby~ you okay?" Robby rubs your back. He's never heard you make such erotic noises. It felt like he was in a porno with all the sounds you were making. You just nod as you looked blissed out from the euphoria.
"I'm gonna move. Gonna make you cum," Abbot whispers as he thrust inside you. You moan loud and pant against Robby's chest. Robby groans as he feels Abbot's cock move inside you. The way you grip their cock with every thrust is enough to bring him to the edge. He slinks his hand between your two bodies and rubs on your clit.
"Cum with me, Baby~ C'mon baby." He says in a low voice.
Your eyes are squeezed shut and your brows are knit together. "I'm gonna cum. Feel so full. So fucking full." You babble.
Abbot takes it as a sign and picks up his pace. His own moans entering the euphoric of the room.
Robby cums first, painting your pussy walls with his sperm. His chest heaves as he finishes. Abbot follows after, lurching forward cumming in your ass. And you are the last, spraying your juices all over their cocks, yourself and the bed.
You are hot and panting. Still shaking from your orgasm. You can't stop moving. Abbot pulls out of you and Robby follows suit. They help you lay on the bed and see your blissed out face. "Baby, how are you feeling?" Robby asks worriedly.
"That was amazing. I feel amazing." You smile as you catch your breath, "I still feel it. Like I'm on cloud nine."
"You look it," Abbot caresses you face.
Robby goes to the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth to wipe between your legs. You hiss at how sensitive you feel. "You did so well, Baby." He coos. You smile like a Cheshire cat at the praise. When he finishes, you pull him to the pillow.
Abbot purses his lips feeling he is over staying his welcome. He goes to put his prosthesis back on when you wrap your arms around his waist, "You're not disappearing this time." You kiss his shoulder. "Please~"
He smiles when you bat your eyelashes at him. He crawls back into the bed and lays beside you. Now you sandwiched between them. Exactly where you dreamed to be.
a/n: i was so freaked out writing, i out freaked myself. enjoy.
pt. 1
summary: it's time for robby's prostate exam and you have abbot there to help guide you through it.
tag: a little bit of medical roleplay, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, double penetration, gloves, threesome, vaginal sex, missionary gay sex, squirting, afterglow, dom!abbot, switch!robby, sub!reader, a bit of jealous!robby, brat!reader, rabbot have fucked before and reader is fujoshing out, spit as lube, collecting the spit for lube, also just lube,
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Robby sits on the edge of the bed nervously. He felt so embarrassed for what was to come. You enter the room in a lab coat with Abbot close behind you in his work scrubs. "Hello, I am Dr. Abbot, and this is my med student who will be observing today. Is that okay?"
"I guess so." Robby can't even look at you. You have the biggest grin on your face and you were bouncing on the balls of your feet. Looking at Abbot isn't any better as he has a shit eating grin too.
He doesn't remember exactly how it happened. Everything seemed to just fall into place after you asked to role play again. Getting Abbot on board wasn't too hard. He always seemed like your third with how often he would come along with you and Robby on nights out and dates.
There was once a drunken haze where you had confessed a fantasy to which they kissed each other. Then when they did, it became a feverish mess between the three of you and the next morning Abbot was gone. It was only mentioned when you were drunk again. So it happened a few times.
"So you are here for your prostate exam, Dr. Robinavitch. Is this your first one?" Abbot asks.
"No but they say you should get it checked often." Robby folds his hands in his lap.
"That's right, so the only person who hasn't done one is our stellar student." Abbot smiles at you.
You beam back and look at Robby, "I hope you don't mind, I will be performing the exam today."
"Not at all." He takes a deep inhale, "Do what you have to do."
"Alright, do you remember what the procedure is?" Abbot asks you. You bite your lip as you think back to before you entered the room.
"Okay, sir, if you could face the bed and remove your lower garments then bend over. To make it easier you can simply rest your torso on the bed and brace on your elbows." You look back at Abbot.
"Good job." He whispers.
You bite your lip and turn to Robby who isn't as amused. He wasn't the jealous type but he loathed the way you would act around Abbot. You would get these little giggle fits and give him googly eyes. You'd bite your lip probably fantasizing about him. But this is what you wanted and he wasn't going to fight you on it as you let him do the pelvic exam before.
He turns around and undoes his belt. He pulls down his pants with his underwear and steps out of them. He rests his torso on the bed.
From behind he can hear you snap on your gloves. "Okay make sure your finger is lubed and spread it over the entrance." Abbot guides you. Robby hisses as he feels your gloved finger traces the outside of his hold before gently pressing into it. It's not enough to penetrate but enough to get him aroused. "Good work, Baby-girl. Now go ahead with the next steps."
Before Robby could think about the stupid pet name any longer, you speak, "I am inserting my finger now," and slowly push your finger into his rectum. Robby groans as he feels your finger inside him. Slowly you press your finger against the walls and then against his prostate.
"Ah~" Robby moans.
"Are you alright, sir?" You ask.
"It's completely natural to have a reaction during the exam." Abbot assures, "Slowly pull your finger out and back against that spot."
"Okay." You do as you are told and thrust your finger into Robby slowly. Robby follows your movement biting back his moans but his cock is betraying his true feelings. It jumps with every stroke begging to be touched. You wanted to touch it. You lick your lips as you imagine your mouth collecting his precum that dribbles out.
"Fuck~" Robby groans. It snaps you back into reality and you stopping moving your finger.
"I don't feel any abnormalities, Dr. Abbot." You say.
"Really? Alright, let me check." He puts on a glove of his own. You pull your finger out and Abbot stands on the other side of Robby.
"H-hey wait a minuteâ Ah!" Gently, Abbot thrusts two fingers into Robby with ease. You sit there wide eyed as you watch him finger Robby. "Huh, you're right, nothing out of the ordinary."
"You piece of âmmph~! â shit" Robby pants. You are still standing there, mouth agape as you look on in pure shock. You and Robby have never done ass play before. Correction, You have never done ass play with Robby before. He's played with your ass plenty but you have never even thought about doing it to him until recently.
"Sir, please remain calm. You're scaring my student." Abbot smirks at you, "Surprised?"
You just nod your head.
"I guess Baby-boy likes to keep his secrets." He chuckles. Robby moans as he clenches around Abbot's fingers. He rocks his hips backwards against his hand as Abbot's fingers poke his prostate. "Like he said though, this isn't his first exam."
"Don't say it like that." Robby stutters. He turns to you to see the shock on your face. You didn't know what to do in this moment. You really wanted to put your hand in your pants and keep watching. This is something you've only ever dreamed about.
"You two have done it before? And didn't tell me?" You pout, "I've only ever seen you two kiss, this isn't fair."
Robby chuckles, "Well remember that time you had one too many Manhattans?"
"That's when I asked you two to kiss. Then we all kissed." You try to recall memories of the night.
"Well when we went upstairs, you fell asleepâŚ" Robby helps you along.
"Oh. My. God." You gasp, "You guys kept going?! Not fair! I wanted it more than you two. Why didn't you wake me?!"
"Ah~! I tried, but Baby once you're out⌠you're out." Robby sighs, "I'm sorry."
"You can watch us do it again." Abbot suggests as he pulls his fingers out, "If that will make you feel better."
A smile grows on your face, then you nod rapidly. "Robby, please. I'll do whatever you want." You crawl on the bed and give the biggest puppy dog eyes to him.
"Whatever I want, hm?" He bites his lip. You nod and lean in to kiss him. He hums against your lips as he thinks. You continue to pout between the kisses, "I'll do it but on the condition that you don't touch yourself."
"What?! That's so not fair!" You whine.
"Then I guess the exam is over." He stands up.
"No wait!" You hug his waist, "I'll⌠I'll do it."
"Good girl." He kisses your forehead. "Go ahead get on the bed."
You crawl back on the bed and the two men follow suit. You watch as Robby lays on his back and places a pillow under his legs. Abbot removes his clothes and his prosthesis. You can't stop you tongue from wetting your bottom lip. You knew he had an amazing body but nothing prepared you for seeing it bare. You purse your lips as you stare at his cock. You feel your underwear get wet as you imagine it in your mouth.
You let out a shaky breath as you ball up your fists and tuck them under your butt. Robby gives you a knowing smile as he follows your eye line. You couldn't tell if this was a gift or punishment.
Abbot strokes his cock spreading his precum down his shaft. He spits on it getting it completely wet. You see Robby's cock jump a little in anticipation. You try to roll your hips discreetly to create friction between your pussy and the fabric of your underwear. You make a soft noise as you watch on.
Slowly, Abbot presses the tip of his cock to Robby's hole. Once the head has breached, he makes a full thrust inside. Robby arches his back and throws his head in ecstasy. You think to yourself, how the hell did you sleep through him moaning like that. Abbot's thrust start long and slow, dragging out moans from Robby as he goes. He lifts Robby's hips up and he leans down bracing his upper body on his hands beside Robby's head. He kisses Robby as he thrusts. They moan into each other's mouths. You can see their spit spill from their mouths, out of Robby's mouth.
Abbot picks up his pace. He straightens up again and tightens his grip on Robby's waist. You hear their skin slapping together and watch as Abbot ruts into Robby. Your brows knit together as you watch. Your teeth shred the skin of your bottom lip. You are losing feeling in your hands as they bear the weight of your body.
Robby turns to you moaning. He's being loud on purpose. His mouth is covered in saliva. His face getting rosy red as Abbot thrusts into him. You can't take it anymore.
You crawl over to them and drag your nails down Robby's chest. You kiss him eagerly sliding your tongue around his mouth continue his and Abbot's spit. You gather as much in your mouth to let it flood into your hand making a small puddle. You place your wet hand on Robby's cock spreading the saliva all over. "You never said I don't touch you," You smile mischievously.
Robby moans as you continue to play his cock, rubbing your fingers over the sides and running your your thumb over the slit. You lick the shell of his ear and nibble the lobe, "I need you so bad, Robby." He shudders under your whisper and turns to look at you. You lean down and capture his lips again. You remove the short coat and your top.
Abbot slows down his pace as he watches you undress. He can feel Robby clench around him as you strip off each item of clothing one by one. Once you're completely naked, you straddle Robby's chest. He rests his hands on your thighs then slides them up and over your ass. You grind your pussy up and down his chest. Abbot's eyes are on your back. They trail down from your shoulders to your tailbone where Robby's thumb's rest. They go love to Robby's hands palming each of your ass cheeks. He swallows as he watches Robby's fingers massage them spreading the apart and squeezing them together.
"Robby~ please," You pout, "Can I please sit on your cock?"
Robby nods and you smile before you move backwards. You raise your lower half and take hold of his cock. You jump as you feel Abbot's hands on your waist. You look over your shoulder and see him smiling. "Allow me." He wraps his hands around Robby's cock as you relinquish it to him. With his other hand he guides you down and drags it over your pussy lips. You lean back against his chest as you rub your pussy against the tip of Robby's dick. "What a good girl, Robby." When he lines it up with your entrance, you sink down on it.
Robby moans as he feels you clench around him. He holds your waist so you stay in place. He pants as he tries not to cum. Already at the point from the prostate massage he squeezes his eyes shut to calm down. "Fuck~" He throws his head back into his pillow.
You smile and whine, "I wanna move, Robby. Let me move."
Just then your breath hitches when you feel Abbot's hand snake around your neck, "Hang on, Baby-girl." You gasp as you feel his cock slide between the crease of your ass. It stops right at your puckered hole, "I need some attention to."
You turn to face him and he kisses you with hungry fervor. You moan in surprise at the intensity. Swells of his saliva push into your mouth with his tongue and you gladly take it. No wonder Robby was gulping while they kissed. His tongue slides against yours and when he pulls away you tongue chases after him. He then sucks on it collecting more of the water in your mouth.
He smiles at your daze before he spits into his hand. You watch him rub it over his fingers then you shudder as you feel them against your asshole. You bite your lip and moan as you grind back against his hand. Robby moans with you as you essentially were grinding on his dick too.
You hear the squelch of his hand around his cock, as he smears the spit over his already wet cock. He whispers in your ear, "Ready, Baby-girl?"
You nod rapidly as you feel it press against your tight hole. You look down at Robby with a gleam in your eyes. He knew this was another thing you had fantasized about. Right now all your dreams were coming true.
Abbot holds your waist and pushed into your rectum. You moan and fall into Robby's chest. He wraps his arm around you keeping you prone. With both cocks inside you felt so full. You couldn't think straight. You couldn't speak. You just kept moaning. Every time you took a breath and your muscles in your abdomen tried to relax, their cocks would hit a special place each and make you constrict again.
"Fuck baby~ you okay?" Robby rubs your back. He's never heard you make such erotic noises. It felt like he was in a porno with all the sounds you were making. You just nod as you looked blissed out from the euphoria.
"I'm gonna move. Gonna make you cum," Abbot whispers as he thrust inside you. You moan loud and pant against Robby's chest. Robby groans as he feels Abbot's cock move inside you. The way you grip their cock with every thrust is enough to bring him to the edge. He slinks his hand between your two bodies and rubs on your clit.
"Cum with me, Baby~ C'mon baby." He says in a low voice.
Your eyes are squeezed shut and your brows are knit together. "I'm gonna cum. Feel so full. So fucking full." You babble.
Abbot takes it as a sign and picks up his pace. His own moans entering the euphoric of the room.
Robby cums first, painting your pussy walls with his sperm. His chest heaves as he finishes. Abbot follows after, lurching forward cumming in your ass. And you are the last, spraying your juices all over their cocks, yourself and the bed.
You are hot and panting. Still shaking from your orgasm. You can't stop moving. Abbot pulls out of you and Robby follows suit. They help you lay on the bed and see your blissed out face. "Baby, how are you feeling?" Robby asks worriedly.
"That was amazing. I feel amazing." You smile as you catch your breath, "I still feel it. Like I'm on cloud nine."
"You look it," Abbot caresses you face.
Robby goes to the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth to wipe between your legs. You hiss at how sensitive you feel. "You did so well, Baby." He coos. You smile like a Cheshire cat at the praise. When he finishes, you pull him to the pillow.
Abbot purses his lips feeling he is over staying his welcome. He goes to put his prosthesis back on when you wrap your arms around his waist, "You're not disappearing this time." You kiss his shoulder. "Please~"
He smiles when you bat your eyelashes at him. He crawls back into the bed and lays beside you. Now you sandwiched between them. Exactly where you dreamed to be.
Omega!Dennis who needs Robbyâs and Jackâs scrubs in his nest.
Alpha!Robby who absolutely, under no circumstances, is fucking in a nest containing emergency department scrubs, or anything he wears to the hospital.
Alpha!Jack who secretly agrees with Robby (scrubs are disgusting and ED scrubs are probably the worst of all) but canât deny his omega anything.
Jack drops $200 on new FIGS sets for Robby and himself, specifically for nesting purposes. Dennis hates them because they donât smell like hospital. So Robby begrudgingly puts them through a few rounds in the hospital washing machines.
Dennis still hates them because now they just smell like hospital, not them. So Jack makes Robby go running with him in the scrubs.
Dennis is happy. Robby actually does some cardio. Itâs a win-win in Jackâs book.
Warnings/content: Jacob being obsessive, smut, Charlie pop up, Jacob being Jacob
(Twilight AU in which Jacob isn't in love with Bella and actually imprinted on Bella's younger sister aka y/n.)
Being Bellaâs younger sister came with its own quiet rhythm of pros and cons. The pros were simple, almost sacred in their familiarity..Bella understood you. She never pushed you to be louder, never made you feel strange for preferring the soft hum of rain on the roof to a crowded party.
She got the whole quiet, kept-to-yourself thing because, for most of your lives, thatâs exactly how she was too. You shared a language of comfortable silences, of knowing glances across the dinner table, of twin souls content in the shadowy, evergreen gloom of Forks.
Then came the con. His name was Edward Cullen.
You hadnât trusted him from the first moment you saw him at school with Bella, something in his too perfect stillness, the way his golden eyes seemed to look through people rather than at them. Now, you knew why. He was a vampire. And his very existence had, like a stone thrown into a still pond, sent ripples of danger crashing into your once-peaceful lives. Other vampires, ancient, hungry, and vengeful, now saw you and Bella as targets. All because of him. Yeahhh⌠thanks, Edward. the sarcasms a thin shield against the genuine fear that now lived in your gut.
The front door slammed, jolting you from your thoughts. You looked up from the couch to see Bella frantically shoving her arms into her coat, her movements jerky with anxious energy.
âHey, uh..Iâll be back tomorrow! Tell Charlie I left a note on the counter!â she called out, not even meeting your eyes.
âGood talk,â you murmured to the empty space she left behind, the words swallowed by the sound of her truck engine roaring to life. She was a ghost in her own home these days. You couldnât decide if she was trying to run from Forks or if she was forever chasing a certain brooding, pale figure deeper into the Olympic forest.
A quiet sigh escaped you as you turned back to the television, the remote clicking monotonously as you flipped through a blur of infomercials and static. The living room felt too big, too empty. Thatâs when you felt it, a subtle shift in the worn quilt draped over your legs. You glanced down.
A familiar head of dark, tousled hair emerged from beneath the blanket, followed by a pair of warm, mahogany eyes and a smile so cheeky it could only belong to one person.
Jacob Black had made himself at home, his head now a comfortable, undeniable weight on your thighs. His large, warm hands found your sides, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against the fabric of your sweater. âWhatâs the matter, princess?â he rumbled, his voice a low vibration you felt more than heard. âYou look bored. And youâre thinking too loud. Smells like⌠frustration and Cullen-induced anxiety in here.â
âYou know,â you said, trying to keep your voice even, âif my dad walks through that door and finds his daughter on the couch with a guy lying all over her, hidden under a blanket, heâs going to go straight for the gun safe. Just a heads-up.â You tilted your head, your eyes darting toward the front door as if expecting Chief Swan to materialize on cue.
Jacobâs smile didnât falter. âAh. Excuse me,â he huffed, feigning offense. âIâm not just a âguy.â Iâm your boyfriend. A little hurt there, y/n.â He squinted up at you, the playful glint in his eyes belying his wounded tone.
âWhen,â you groaned, letting your head fall back against the couch cushion, âdid we ever have the âyou are my boyfriendâ talk?â You reached down, not unkindly, and tangled your fingers in the thick silk of his hair, giving a gentle tug of annoyance.
He went very still. The easy humor drained from his face, replaced by a look of such genuine, wounded disbelief it made your stomach clench. âDonât come at me with that bullshit,â he said, his voice losing its playful rumble for something sharper. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â In one fluid, surprisingly graceful motion, he sat up, turning to face you fully. The blanket pooled around his waist, and the sheer size of him, the focused intensity of his gaze, made the spacious room feel suddenly very small.
âWe never said anything about dating,â you shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant, leaning further back as if you could escape the gravity of his presence. âThatâs all Iâm saying.â
âWe never said anything about *not* dating,â he shot back, frustration simmering beneath the words. His jaw was tight.
âIâm just saying,â you pressed on, your own frustration rising to meet his. âYou canât just⌠claim me. Not because of this whole⌠weird wolf thing you have on me-â
âI imprinted on you,â he corrected, the words heavy and final.
âYeah, yeah, let me speak,â you sighed, tiredly shaking your head. âYou canât immediately decide what we are just because you have this.. this supernatural pull or whatever. Itâs unorthodox. It doesnât feel like a choice.â
He scoffed, a harsh, unhappy sound. âAh. Yeah. Okay. Thanks for clearing that up for me. No big deal, then.â Sarcasm dripped from every word. âIâm only around you 24/7. I only spend every waking moment making sure youâre safe, that youâre fed, that youâre smiling, all because I think of you as a friend. Seriously?â He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture agitated. âListen, I canât help that Iâm literally, biologically, soul-deep obsessed with you. The imprint⌠itâs not a choice for me either. But what I feel for you? Thatâs real. Thatâs all me.â
Before you could respond, he laid back down, his head returning to your thigh with a defeated thump. His arms wrapped around your waist, his grip possessive and tight, as if he was afraid youâd vanish. The heat from his body seeped through your clothes.
âOh,â he added, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur against your thigh. His earlier smirk found its way back, but it was softer now, tinged with a vulnerability that disarmed you. âAnd letâs not forget about the amazing nights I give you⌠or is sex meaningless to you, too, baby doll?â He tilted his head to look up at you, his eyes dark and knowing. âAh⌠Iâm hurt.â
Your face, which had been a mask of tired resolve, instantly flooded with heat. A traitorous flush crept from your neck to your cheeks, memories of those âamazing nightsâ appearing in your head. You looked away, but it was too late. Heâd seen it.
A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, chasing away the last of his frustration. He nuzzled his cheek against your leg, his earlier tension melting into contented affection. âThatâs what I thought,â he murmured, his voice a satisfied hum. âYou can call it whatever you want, princess. Imprint. Fate. Werewolf aphrodisiac. But you feel this, too. And Iâm not going anywhere.â He closed his eyes, his breathing evening out, as if the entire argument had simply been a temporary storm, and he was already home, anchored securely in your harbor.
You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, the heat of his body pressing into you like a living furnace. Jacob's words hung in the air, that smug certainty wrapping around you tighter than his arms. He wasn't wrong..you did feel it, that pull, that undeniable spark that ignited every time he touched you. But admitting it out loud? That was a bridge you weren't ready to cross, not with the imprint hanging over everything like some cosmic decree.
Before you could muster a retort, Jacob's hands slid up your sides, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your sweatpants with deliberate intent. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unyielding, a predatory glint flashing through them. "You wanna play games with labels, princess? Fine. But I'm gonna remind you exactly why you don't need 'em." His voice was a low growl, laced with that cocky edge that always sent a shiver racing down your spine.
"Jake-!" you started, but he cut you off with a firm shake of his head, his grip tightening as he tugged your pants down in one swift motion, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the living room. No underwear, lazy evening habit that now left you vulnerable under his stare. He tossed the fabric aside, his large hands immediately parting your thighs, settling his broad shoulders between them like he owned the space.
"Shh," he murmured, his breath hot against your inner thigh as he nuzzled closer, inhaling deeply. "You smell like you need this. Wet already, aren't you? Thinking about all those times I've made you scream my name." His lips brushed the sensitive skin there, teasing, not quite touching where you ached most. That possessive rumble vibrated through him, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you still.
Your breath hitched, a protest dying on your lips as his mouth finally descended. His tongue flicked out, flat and broad, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit, tasting you from entrance to clit. The sensation hit like lightning, hot, insistent, pulling a gasp from your throat. Jacob hummed in approval, the sound sending vibrations straight to your core. "Fuck, yeah," he muttered against you, his words muffled as he dove in deeper, his tongue circling your clit with expert pressure.
He wasn't gentle about it. Jacob ate you out like a man starved, his lips sucking hard on your swollen nub while his tongue thrust inside you, mimicking what he'd do with his cock later. One hand slid up to pinch and roll your nipple through your sweater, the dual assault making your back arch off the couch. You tangled your fingers in his hair again, not pulling him away this time, but urging him on despite yourself.
"That's it, baby," he growled between licks, his free hand spreading you wider, two thick fingers pushing into your pussy without warning. He curled them just right, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "Feel how you're clenching around me? This pussy knows who it belongs to. Not some bullshit imprint..it's you wanting my mouth, my fingers, my everything."
The pressure built fast, his cocky words fueling the fire as much as his actions. He sucked your clit harder, fingers pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room. Your thighs trembled, squeezing his head, but he didn't let up, his grip bruising as he held you open for his assault. "Come on, princess. Come for me. Show me how much you need this."
You quickly came with a loud cry, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Jacob didn't stop, his tongue lapped at you through it, drawing out every spasm, fingers still thrusting deep until you were a quivering mess. He pulled back just enough to watch your face, lips glistening with your arousal, that triumphant smirk firmly in place. "One down. But we're not done. Not even close."
Before you could catch your breath, he was back at it, his mouth relentless. This time, he focused on your entrance, tongue fucking into you while his thumb rubbed firm circles over your oversensitive clit. The overstimulation bordered on too much, your hips bucking involuntarily, but Jacob pinned you down with his weight, his free hand splaying across your stomach. "Stay still," he ordered, voice rough with desire. "I'm gonna make you soak this couch before I let you up. Prove to you that you can't run from this. From us. From me."
His fingers joined his tongue again, three this time, stretching you as he scissored them inside, hitting every nerve. He alternated sucking your clit with long, dragging licks, building you up again with that unyielding rhythm. Sweat beaded on your skin, the room spinning as the second orgasm ripped through you harder than the first. You moaned his name, loud, broken..your walls fluttering around his fingers as you gushed against his mouth.
Jacob groaned, lapping it all up like it was his reward, his cock straining against his jeans but ignored for now. He was focused, possessive, determined to wring every drop of doubt from you. "Look at you, coming undone for me again. That's my girl. Mine." He kissed your thigh, nipping the skin lightly before returning to your core, slower this time, teasing your clit with feather-light flicks until you were begging.
"Jake, please... I can't-" But you could, and he knew it. His tongue delved deep once more, fingers thrusting in tandem, his other hand slipping under your sweater to knead your breast, pinching the nipple until it ached. The third build was torturous, drawn out, his eyes flicking up to watch you writhe. "Yes, you can. One more, princess. Give me one more, and I'll fuck you senseless after. Show me you're as hooked as I am."
It hit like a tidal wave, your body seizing as you screamed, pleasure bordering on pain in its intensity. Jacob finally eased off, kissing your trembling thighs as you came down, his arms wrapping around you once more. He pulled you into his lap, your head against his chest, his erection pressing hot and hard against your ass. "Told you," he whispered, cocky satisfaction dripping from every word. "No labels needed when your body's screaming the truth. But if you want me to stop pretending... just say the word. I'm yours, y/n. All in." His hands stroked your back, warm and grounding, the storm of tension between you shifting into something deeper, more undeniable.
His words lingered, heavy with that cocky promise, as his hands roamed your body, slipping under your sweater to shove it up and over your head. The cool air hit your bare skin, but Jacob's heat chased it away immediately, his mouth latching onto your breast. He sucked hard on your nipple, teeth grazing the peak while his tongue swirled around it, drawing a fresh moan from your lips. You were still sensitive from before, every touch amplified, but you didn't push him away, instead, your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him closer.
"See?" he murmured against your skin, switching to the other nipple, biting down just enough to make you gasp. "Your body's begging for more. No more bullshit about what we are." He pulled back, eyes dark with hunger, and yanked his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abs, skin flushed and warm. His hands fumbled with his jeans next, shoving them down along with his boxers, his thick cock springing free, hard, veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum.
You couldn't help staring, heat pooling low in your belly again despite the exhaustion tugging at your limbs. Jacob noticed, of course, that smug grin spreading as he gripped your hips and lifted you effortlessly, positioning you over his lap. "Gonna fuck this doubt right out of you, princess," he growled, rubbing the head of his cock along your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. He didn't wait for permission..thrusting up hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
The stretch burned so good, your pussy clenching around his length as you cried out, nails raking down his back. He groaned, head falling back against the couch, but his grip on your ass was ironclad, guiding you down to meet every inch. "Fuck, you're tight. Always so fucking perfect for me." He started moving then, hips snapping up in a relentless rhythm, his cock pounding into you deep and fast. The couch creaked under the force, your breasts bouncing with each thrust as you rode him, chasing the friction.
One hand slid between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles, syncing with his thrusts. The dual sensation had you spiraling quickly, walls fluttering around him as the pressure built. "That's it, come on my cock," he demanded, voice rough, free hand squeezing your breast, pinching the nipple. You shattered again, orgasm ripping through you, pussy milking him as you soaked his lap. Jacob didn't stop..he just fucked you through it, grunting with the effort to hold back his own release.
He flipped you suddenly, laying you back on the couch with him looming over you, never pulling out. His weight pinned you down, cock driving deeper in this new angle, hitting that spot inside that made your vision blur.
"Round two," he panted, lips crashing against yours in a messy kiss, tongue thrusting in time with his hips. He broke away to suck on your neck, marking the skin with bites and bruises, possessive as ever. "Gonna fill you up soon, but not yet. Want you screaming again."
You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, the earlier conflict drowned out by the raw need. His pace quickened, balls slapping against your ass with wet smacks, the room filled with the sounds of skin on skin and your shared moans. He reached down, fingers digging into your thigh to spread you wider, allowing him to grind against your clit with every plunge.
The build was slower this time, but no less intense, your body trembled, oversensitive, until you came again, harder, your pussy spasming so tight it nearly pushed him out.
Jacob cursed, pulling out just in time to stroke himself, hot ropes of cum painting your stomach and breasts. He collapsed half on top of you, breathing ragged, but his hand stayed between your legs, fingers sliding back inside your dripping pussy to keep you full. "Not done," he whispered, kissing your shoulder as he caught his breath. Minutes later, he was hard again, imprint perks, you guessed..and he rolled you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up.
"Ass up, princess," he ordered, slapping your cheek lightly before spreading you open. His cock nudged your entrance, then pushed in slow, savoring the way you arched and whimpered. He fucked you from behind now, one hand fisting your hair to pull your head back, the other rubbing your clit. The angle let him go deeper, stretching you around his girth, each thrust jolting you forward. "Feel that? Every inch is mine. You're mine."
You pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, the third round blurring into a haze of pleasure. He leaned over you, chest to your back, biting your earlobe as he pounded harder. Fingers pinched your clit, rolling it until you were sobbing his name, orgasm crashing over you once more, your pussy gushing around him, drenching his thighs. Jacob followed this time, thrusting deep and holding, flooding your insides with his cum, hot and thick.
He stayed buried inside you, both of you panting, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him as he softened. The living room smelled of sex, the couch a mess beneath you, but Jacob just nuzzled your neck, content. "Told you I'd go all night," he murmured, cocky even in exhaustion.
But then, headlights pierced the windows, the rumble of Charlie's cruiser pulling into the driveway. Jacob froze. "Shit," he whispered, pulling out carefully, cum leaking down your thighs. He grabbed the blanket, tossing it over you both as he scrambled for his clothes, shoving them on haphazardly.
The front door creaked open moments later. "Y/N? You still up?" Charlie's voice echoed from the hall, keys jingling.
"Yeah, Dad! Just... watching TV," you called back, voice shaky, pulling the blanket tighter around your naked form. Jacob smirked, mouthing 'close call' as he ducked behind the couch, silent and still. Your heart raced, the afterglow shattered, but the heat in his eyes promised this wasn't over, not by a long shot.
Y'all is the twilight fandom still alive for me to post this đ i gotta let everyone know this was my day one fine shyt.
hi cutie, would you be able to do smth about Jack and reader with a mood disorder? Bipolar or depression specifically, i totally get if u arent comfortable writing that and no rush at all if you do write i love your page and ive been dying to get good fics about that.
MWAH
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jack x depressed reader | mdni
thank you for this request my love!! i really hope you enjoys this. i had a bit of a hard time finishing it as i really donât know how i wanted to end this.
authors note: to everyone who is going through a hard time.. please remember to love yourself & be kind to yourself. you are a precious jewel!! donât forget that. my virtual door is always open <3
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the apartment is way too quiet for comfort. itâs quiet in that weird way which feels heavy instead of the usual peaceful, and warm atmosphere their love resides in.
in reality itâs been like that for almost nine months. sheâs been moving through the halls like sheâs only halfway inside her own body. sheâs been answering in short phrases, leaving lights on even though thatâs her pet peeve.
she even stopped picking strawberries and making her favorite desserts and jams.
jack stopped commenting on it three months ago. not because heâs given up on her, or that he doesnât care.. god, he cares!
itâs because every time he tries to.. it seems to make her crumble in on herself even further. she constantly asked him if heâs disappointed and heâs constantly telling her that he never could be.
heâs anxiously rubbing the back of his neck and standing at the kitchen islandâ watching her in a way that is making him desperate to reach out and cocoon her in his arms.
protect her from the world. from her thoughts.
sheâs slicing the bread for the grilled cheese while he clears his throat, reaching for the fridge to get the ingredients for the tomato soup.
âhey,â he says suddenly. âshould we order something instead?â he asks gently when she absentmindedly sighs to herself.
she doesnât look up from the cutting board. âmm i donât care. up to you, honey.â she says quietly.
his jaw clenches at that. how her words sound flat and final. like her opinion doesnât matter. like sheâs just going through the motions.
he nods once and goes back to fishing out the ingredients. the items rusting in his large hands as he makes his way around their kitchen.
they prepare the food in silence, chopping and the sound of boiling tomato soup filing the air around them and jack nearly sighs in relief once the soup is done.
heâs quick to tower towards her, kissing her cheek as he asks her to go sit at the kitchen table making her smile at him. her eyes donât gleam like they used to and he frowns slightly as he watches her move away.
once heâs finally got everything prepared he sets the bowl of soup, along with the plate of grilled cheese down near her wearily as she rests her chin in her palm. he tries not to force it, heâs smart to place it within reach like an offering.
âyou didnât eat much today, bug.â he offers carefully.
thatâs when it happens.. because this isnât the first time heâs brought it up today. and quite frankly itâs been routine for them at this point.
âi said iâm fine for the thousandth time,â she snaps, suddenly too loud for the room around them.
she stands causing her chair to scrape loudly. âcan you just stop doing that? watching me like iâm some patient that you need to check on. â
the silence that follows is immediate. even the central air coming from the vents is louder than anything.
she clutches her chest realizing how she just spoke. jack purses his lips, but he doesnât flinch because heâs absorbing the impact of her daggers.
âheyâ he says her name calmly.
he reaches his hand out for her but she paces to the other side of the table, âiâm not trying to do that to you.â he says while he watches her.
âwell it feels like it.â she quivers.
her eyes are bright, not with anger exactlyâsomething messier. the frustration mixed with exhaustion and sadness thatâs been locked in her chest so long itâs starting to come out sideways.
jack exhales slowly through his nose, then stands. he steps a little closer to herâ still leaving space between them.
âokay,â he says. âthen tell me what it feels like iâm doing.â
his question was calm. it was steady.
but it almost made her angrier. it doesnât give her something to push against.
âi donât know,â she admits, but it comes out like a warning. like she regrets saying it immediately.
jack nods again, like he can work with that.
âyou donât have to know,â he says. walking closer to her, his hand coming up between then as he held it out for her to take, âjâ just donât push me away.. just because iâm here.â
that lands right in her chest and her shoulders deflate, like her body is tired of holding the fight upright.
âiâm not pushing you away,â she says quieter now, but itâs less convincing.
she takes ahold of his hand and and he smiles lightly.
âiâm just.. i donât know, jack.â she sighs, âiâ iâm not okay and i donât know how to be around anyone when iâm like this.â
jack pressed his lips together, relived that she finally could tell him the truth. he squeezed her hand in his and nodded thoughtfully.
âyeah,â he says simply. âi understandâ he pressed.
that almost makes her laugh. she always laughs when sheâs uncomfortable, itâs some sort of childhood trigger that heâs still bee trying to figure out. but then it turns into something shaky her head drops to look at the floor.
jack leans back against the table, giving her control of the space again.
he says her name tenderly, he pulls her a little closer as he lifts her chin with his finger. âiâm not going anywhere,â he adds like heâs already decided.
she looks at him like sheâs checking if he means it, or if this is the part where people usually leave.
âyou should,â she she whispers, tears streaming down her hallowed out cheeks.
ânot your call,â he interjects making her inhale sharply as he whiles the tears from her pretty little eyes.
he winks at her which earns the smallest reaction from her. the smallest smile tugging at her lips makes his head flop to the side to watch as she looks into his eyes for the first time in what feels like months.
thereâs a long pause that settles between them, but itâs different now. itâs less sharp and more honest. more true.
finally, she sits back down into her chair slowly, like her body has run out of adrenaline.
âiâm sorry,â she says, barely audible.
jack shakes his head once. âhey. donât do that.â
âwhat?â
âapologize for going through a dark patch.â
that makes her eyes sting, and she hates that it does. he slides the plate a little closer again, not forcing it, just returning it to her space.
âone bite for me, huh?â he says. âi know you, and i know you forget.â he says as he sits back down and pushes her plate closer to her.
this time, she lets herself actually let out a laugh. itâs a small one.. broken yet real which causes jacks chest to swell in on on himself as he watches her take ahold of the grilled cheese and take a hearty bite.
âannoying,â she mutters playfully as he watches her chew.
âconsistency is key, my baby,â he corrects with a smirk.
for the first time in days, the room doesnât feel like itâs closing in on her quite as much.
Imagine Alpha!Simon, much like all unmated alphas in the military, receives a scent package to help during his rut. It's a simple blanket that has been thoroughly scented by an omega and while normally it doesn't really work for him, this newest blanket smells simply divine. He's salivating and panting the moment the sealed plastic bag is opened and the scent is released, but rather than calming his frazzled alpha, it only makes him desperate to track down the omega it belongs to.
It's almost laughably easy to find out which centre the blanket was distributed from, and from there he only needs to stake out the area for a few days until you to make an appearance. What should have been a simple, anonymous job to earn a bit of cash on the side is turned completely on its head the moment you try to leave.
Simon's here to claim what belongs to him, and he isn't the kind of alpha who likes to share with the rest of the world.
Thinking about alpha!ghost who never really learned to control his scent, and reader who's nose doesn't work right after an injury.
Which, of course, means you and ghost get along well.
You don't really understand why people tend to avoid ghost, probably something to do with the scents you'll never be able to pick up. Kyle says he just smells 'aggressive'. People give him space in response to social cues you don't recognize.
"Oh! Hi, simon!" You perk up when ghost finds you in the recroom. You scoot over so he can sit next to you, and tilt your head up so he can rub his wrist into your neck. "How was the briefing? Anything interesting?"
You pointedly ignore the looks people throw ghost. You're aware he can't control his scent, something many people love to complain about. Sure, it's probably rude to be broadcasting 'fuck off' constantly, but you don't think it warrants the grimaces and people leaving a room because of him.
You never stopped to consider he was smelling like anything other than aggressive until price pulled you aside.
"Look, kid, I know it doesn't bother you," price rubs a hand over his face, looking oddly uncomfortable "but you need to stop encouraging ghost. It's inappropriate."
"What?" You ask, genuinely confused. "What am I encouraging?? I'm not allowed to be friends with him??"
"No, you're not allowed to get him going." Price huffs. He narrows his eyes at you, silent for a moment, before letting out a pained sigh "bloody hell, kid. You do know he's been courting you, right?"
"...what." no fucking way.
"Yes. And he reeks of horny alpha all. The. Damn. Time." Price looks at you pointedly, as if this is your fault "it's not exactly pleasant for everyone else on base."
"Oh...oh gosh." You bury your face in your hands, replaying all the times you glared back at people, assuming they were just being mean. "Oh my god."
Price just stands, leads you back out of his office "i think you and ghost should have a chat."
"Yeah...yeah we should." You agree.
...you should probably take him somewhere off base before that chat. Yknow, to spare the others ghosts scent when you accept his courting.
simon ghost riley and his omega <3 18+ suggestive. part 2 part3.
he smells you as soon as they break open the door to the house, smells the scent of cinnamon and brown sugar wafting from somewhere inside. you cower behind some boxes, your eyes big and brown, the smell of an omega in fear, an omega close to their heat.
his nose tingles with the smell, warm and sweet and your trembling hands that shake in front of you, âdon'tâŚâ you say, brokenly, âthere's no weapons here, don't harm.â
soap speaks before ghost can even process those words, âain't gonna hurt you lassie, just checkin' if there's anyone stuck in these buildings.â his blue eyes soften at the haphazard nest you've made from cardboard and old clothes, âis your heat coming?â
you let out a small whine in agreement, nodding, your face pinching into a pout as you keep looking with timid eyes.Â
âtake her back to base.â ghost breathes, heavy through the mask, his hands coming to help you up, long fingers that circle your bicep, âshe's a survivor, needs help.â
soap frowns, âbut we dunnae have any supressants back on base, jus' ran out last week, we're waiting for the next batch but that's going to come in a week's time.â
you stand up, swaying a little before you lean into ghost's warmth. he smells of alpha, strong, like smoke and pine in a forest. the alpha you so desperately need, the alpha that so desperately needs you.
ghost looks at you nuzzling into him, his face softening - âsoap, we need her back on base, she won't even have a chance if she stays out here.â
soap's eyes flick down to you, and then back up to ghost's face. âalright Lt." he nods, simon picks you up with his hands, an arm under your knees and another holding your back, keeping you warm against his chest.
âi'll keep you warm omega,â he says, dropping a soft kiss onto your collarbone, smelling the sweet scent gland inside, âjust, hang on love, i'll hold onto you, get you a nice nest and everything.â
maybe it's because of his rut that's coming, maybe it's the smell of your slick that's starting to coat his hand. maybe it's nothing, maybe it's everything, he's desperate to see your soft eyes on his pups. he needs to see you carrying them, holding them, raising them. he wants to give you a nest and the world.
he carries you to the exfil, almost snarling at any other alpha that even looks at you.Â
Uhh chat have we heard about coregasmsâŚ.cw afab!reader, teasing, embarrassment
Accidentally having a coregasm during trainingâŚ
YouâdâŚheard rumors about this sort of thing. But you didnât think it was actually real, just one of those weird the female-body-is-mystery sex-fantasy things that real people couldnât actually do.
But then the team evaluations were coming up and you were being absolutely smoked in training. Like 100 sit up, 100 burpees, 100 hanging L-sits, type of smoked.
Your core was burning. Every limb was shaking, you were covering in sweat and panting, and then John commanding you back onto the pull up bar for 50 more hanging knee raises. You almost cried.
Instead, about 25 raises deep, your core started to burn in aâŚdifferent way. A more pleasant way that was no less familiar. And suddenly you were shaking for a completely different reason.
Your form dropped and you somehow managed to hang on as an orgasm ran through you, accidentally letting out a whine.
The room stopped.
âOhh sweetheartâŚâ
âPushed ya too hard, did we?â
âPoor things is wiped out, arenât ya?â
The all stop their work outs to surround you, mocking pouts covering their faces. Youâre trying to regain your composure, your face heating up as you hang their whimpering and shaking, grip finally starting to slip.
âSuch a mess, honey.â John grabs your waist and pulls you off the bar, blessedly letting your arms drop as the sensation subsides.
He sits you on the floor, thighs and stomach quivering as you look up at them through teary eyes.
John tsks and shakes his head, âyou didnât complete the set, sergeant. Weâre gonna have to do that again.â
Just because youâre an omega doesnât mean you canât perform at the level of the rest of the 141.
You, and various other omegas, have proven this time and time again. It was a battle to let omegas into the military, but now that youâre here itâs clear you have a lot to offer.
That doesnât mean things arenât different, though. Of course, every new person is going to do things slightly differently or need certain accommodations. In the way that some alphas canât be on the same team because theyâll clash too much, or how rut leave needs to be approved. Same thing for omegas.
For youâŚwhenever you land in a new place, you needed a moment to familiarize yourself, and if you needed to stay for a whileâŚwell youâd need a makeshift nest.
All omegas rely on nesting for regulation. Not just for themselves but also their pack. Some rely on it more than others, though.
Youâre one such omegaâŚsomeone who needs a nest. It was something you considered when joining the military, and something youâve often had to suppress in yourself for the sake of the mission. It got to the point where you needed to get on scent suppressants because youâd be on mission without a nest and distress so much that the enemy could smell you.
Thatâs how the first mission with the 141 went. Suppressing your needs and distressing because of it, but holding it together for the mission (or trying to).
But of course they noticed. They notice everything. So they broached the topic.
ââŚyou can nest, âmega.â Kyle decided to just go for it.
You stopped your pacing in front of the window of the safe house, arms folded across your chest. You turn your head to look at him to find him justâŚlooking at you. Like he was serious. A quick glance at the others tell you no one was making a joke.
ââŚreally?â Your arms unfold, body turning to face them completely. Still looking back and forth between them all, waiting for one of them to tell you they were kidding.
ââCourse you can. Weâll be holed up here for a few more hours. You can use our jackets.â Price verifies, tossing a hand behind him to indicate to where you all threw your jackets down. He turns back to the notebook heâs scribbling in like itâs no big deal.
You eagerly take a step forward before stopping yourself. Is this a test? Is he trying to see if youâre a liability? Omegas obviously calm down in nests and some people are of the opinion it would make them vulnerable in the fieldâŚmaybe heâs trying to see if youâll crack?
âYouâŚdonât think itâs unprofessional?â
Priceâs brows furrow and his nose scrunches up like he just smelled something bad, âwhatâre you on about? âS natural.â
âBug, did someone tell ya you couldnât nest in the field?â Soap leans forward, forearms resting in his knees. He caught on immediately.
âIââ youâre confused now, âI thoughtâŚthat was protocol?â
That gets everyone to look at you. Itâs silent for a moment before they all start talking at once, overlapping voices talking about how that was not true and omegas need to nest and the scent youâll release during the nesting will make them all more alert.
âWhat dumb fuck told you that?â Ghost speaks up.
It shuts everyone up. They want to know too.
âMy old captainâŚâ you meekly admit.
They donât respond again. You see Priceâs jaw tick like heâs offended at how your previous captain conducted himself.
âUse the jackets.â Simon shuts down the conversation. âYou can relax. We got you.â He leaves no room for argument.
You believe himâŚthat theyâd protect you if it came down to it.
So you resume your walk to the pile, feeling a bit confused still about why your two captains were so different. And a bit bad about commandeering everyoneâs jackets. It wasâŚintimateâŚto make a nest from their scents. Especially considering this was your first mission together. But you didnât exactly have any other material, and you suppose youâll need to familiarize yourself with them eventually. So you get to work.
AgainâŚthere isnât much to work with, but you end up shoving the jackets together on the rickety sofa along with a pillow you scrounged up and one of the threadbare blankets from a long-abandoned linen closet. ItâsâŚnot good but itâs something. And even just the act of putting a nest together is soothing you. AndâŚyou do like their scents. ďżź
âGood job, âmega.â Comes Simonâs low tone, meant just for you.
You suppress a smile and happy hum. That shouldnât make you as satisfied as it doesâhim complimenting your fucked up, makeshift nest that is objectively the worst nest youâve ever madeâbut it does.
You relax fast. Calm, happy scent flooding the room, making the rest of the pack team more calm and alert too.
When itâs time to go, they bring you out of your trance gently. Kyle crouching down next to you and whispering your name, giving your shoulder a little shake. You pack up quick, giving everyoneâs jackets back. They try to be subtle about how they inhale your scent off of them.
You finish the rest of the mission like normal, but not before Price asks for the name of your old captain.
Youâre used to it now, and so are they. Any mission where youâre out on the field for an extended period, youâll nest with whatever you can get your hands on. More often than not, that involves a lot of their clothes. Itâs far better than ignoring your instincts, and you know that theyâre capable enough to mean you arenât a liability. Maybe you can convince one of them to nest with you next timeâŚ
