Summary: To put it simply, you, Jack Abbot, and Dana Evans fuck.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, Smut, Threesome, PWP, Poorly Written
AN: I know this is posted really late, and the writing itself is subpar. Sorry, but I kind of just became unsure about what I was writing, lost confidence in my ability to write, and quickly finished it without much thought. Also, I haven't published a fanfiction before, so I might have missed some tags and/or warnings accidentally...
“Fuck,” is heavily panted into your ear as your hips do a deep roll forward, pulling a whine deep from the hollow of your throat.
You can feel the smirk on Dana's lips quirk as she leans in, whispering into your ear, “Just like that, sweetheart. Deep and slow, that's how the doctor likes it.” Her nails dig into the dips of your hips as she guides you into another slow grind against Jack's cock.
“Da—” You're cut off by a breathy moan escaping through your lips as Jack bucks upwards into you; he interrupts your train of thought with an equally breathy chuckle.
His voice is soft and vulnerable, a tone that you never knew you'd crave to hear from him, a tone you cause simply by clenching around him. “Dana, if you keep doing that, I don't think I'm going to last much longer.”
“You're just saying that because you want them to cum first,” Dana chuckles, giving him a pointed look. God, if looks could kill, you would've been declared dead at 6:30 AM ten months ago; it's not even directed at you, but it makes you ache and burn for Dana's attention.
You go to speak; all you can manage is an almost petulant whine that embarrasses you. Trying to catch your breath and clear your thoughts, your head tips back into Dana's shoulder, the scent of her lotion filling your senses, and the semblance of clarity you regained is lost again. Sure, it's a plain, fragrance-free scent, but it's so her that your thoughts fuzz and your goal becomes rubbing your face into her neck like an attention-starved cat.
Dana notices and hums at you, “Hi, gorgeous.”
“Ha…haugh…hi…” The word strangles from your lips, dying in the soft hitch of your breath as Dana guides your hips into another downward drag onto Jack’s cock. Your nails dig into the beefiness of his pecs as he hits a particularly sensitive spot; Jack hisses slightly, his tongue clicking against his teeth as he fails to hold back a deep grunt.
It’s a warning and a plea wrapped in one, like Jack is trying just as hard, if not harder than you, to have your favorite nurse's attention. You pout despite knowing that it's not a competition; Dana cares for both you and Jack equally. But, right now, you're the one deserving of her attention, her full attention. You are the one who's been teased all day by both of them, after all.
Before Dana can give her attention to Jack, simply to respond to his pleading whines, you kiss her deeply. A muffled, surprised hum vibrates against your lips, but Dana quickly adjusts, leaning forward to deepen the kiss. Her tongue swipes against your bottom lip; you know what she wants, so you eagerly open your mouth with a throaty whine. Dana smirks, her tongue licking the inside of your mouth as she guides your hips into a rough, slow grind downward; she tastes like peppermint nicotine gum and cold, stale coffee; the flavor is fresh and sharply bitter, a unique profile that sends your nerves alight.
Jack laughs, “Greedy,” as your fingernails dig into his stomach and drag down possessively while Dana pulls your hips back before abruptly guiding you forward. The motion makes you gasp into the charge nurse's mouth and the doctor to curse lewdly beneath you. Chuckling at your reaction, Dana gently licks a line of sweat that's dripping down your neck; you squirm against her as her teeth carefully nip at your carotid pulse, her lips roll against it as she rests against you with a heavy, blissful sigh.
Your thighs shake around Jack's hips as you collapse forward into his chest with a quiet mewl of pleasure; all it takes is one more guided shift of your hips from Dana onto Jack's cock, and you and the doctor underneath you cum simultaneously. You can tell Dana is grinning proudly and cockily without even looking at the woman who has been helping you fuck yourself with Jack's cock; her nails track down your sweaty spine as she tries to help you get over the high of your orgasm.
Dana hums, “There.” She reaches around you to cup Jack's cheek, wiping away a drop of sweat that's clinging to the corner of his jaw, “You came with them, Doctor.” When Dana calls Jack “Doctor,” his cock twitches, causing you to grunt from oversensitivity and exhaustion from being edged almost all day.
“Not what you wanted?” Dana offers up, her fingers gently drumming against his stubbled chin.
Jack murmurs, “I was going to say it was unfair to them.” Leaning forward, Jack presses a gentle kiss to your sweaty forehead, “We were a little cruel to them this week, especially today.”
“Doctor,” you whisper into his collarbone, hips shifting as the combined fluids from your shared orgasm are slowly cooling and sticking to the inside of your thighs, “It was punishment… remember? Dana—”She clears her throat, correcting you—“Mistress and you were mad at me for…” You don't need to finish the sentence; they remember why they were punishing you for almost a week.
Dana came home last week to find you touching yourself without her or Jack's permission. Honestly, you didn't think about the possibility of getting caught because Jack had already left for his night shift at the hospital, and Dana surprised you by coming home early. You were aware of what would happen if you touched yourself without your mistress's or doctor's permission. They would titillate and fuck you, but they would either stop before you came or watch you masturbate to try to get you to cum without touching you because they know you can't cum without them being in charge.
Kissing your temple, Dana helps you and Jack pull apart, quietly cooing at you when you whine at the sensation of cum leaking out of you, cold and sticky against your skin.
Jack props up onto his elbow, rolling out from underneath you carefully, “I'll go draw the bath; you watch after our sweetheart, Dana.”
“But I want cuddles,” you slur into Dana's shoulder, grabbing Jack's bicep before he can leave you and Dana alone in bed. “We always cuddle as a part of aftercare.” As you look straight at Jack, Dana laughs against you and wraps her arms around your waist.
Dana agrees with you, siding against Jack just to see you smile, “They've got you there.”
Jack rolls his eyes as he slides back into the bed next to you and Dana. He pulls you two closer to him, sandwiching you between them, knowing you like to feel secure after being thoroughly fucked.
“Fine, twenty minutes,” he concedes, kissing you delicately. “And then I'm going to draw us a nice, warm bath—we all need to wash off, okay?”
All you can do is hum in response, drifting off to sleep between Dana and Jack as the three of you fall into a lulling, comfortable silence. Truthfully, there's nowhere else that they'd rather be right now with the scent of you in the air and the gentle warmth of your body pressed between them; you are their home and idyllic haven, and they're yours. The promise of the cuddle only being twenty minutes long is long forgotten as both Jack and Dana as seeing you sleeping peacefully allows them to sleep comfortably, too.
