★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT 18+ MDNI fem reader, p in v, praise kink / soft dom dynamics, size kink, pet names (baby, good girl, perfect girl, etc), dacryphilia
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Jack keeps you wrapped in cotton, even while he’s buried to the hilt.
One broad palm stays splayed between your shoulder blades, a promise that he has you, always has you, while the other wanders, taming fly-aways behind your ear, thumb sweeping the tears that shimmer there before they can cool.
“Easy, angel,” he murmurs, voice steeped in amber nectar. “I know she’s full. Just breathe for me.”
You do your best, but every lungful drags you further down his length, your body desperate for the heavy fill it’s already trembling to accommodate. A needy whimper slips out, fists knotting the sheets, and he soothes you with a gentle kiss against your smile line.
“That’s it,” he praises, hips rocking in a rich, molasses-slow circle that lets you savor every thick inch. “Such a good girl, taking it all — see how beautifully you fit me?”
Tiny wildfires flower through you everywhere at once, heating your cheeks, spilling down your throat, settling low in your belly where desire winds itself tight and shining.
Embarrassment flickers its wings right alongside it, because he’s cooing at you the same way he coaxes patients through vaccinations: gentle, forbearing, inexorable.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, like there exists a universe where you would ask him to stop.
His hand glides the length of your back, fingers pausing in the dip where your spine meets sacrum.
Too much is exactly how you’d describe the feeling of his cock dragging across that spot that makes your vision strobe starbusting colors, but the tenderness in his voice knots something unsteady in your body.
You manage a breathy, “please, don’t stop.”
A contented rumble answers you, and he plants a feather-light kiss on your forehead, right where he’d lay cool fingers to check your temperature.
He resumes that same rhythm. Slow drive in, lingering grind, languid pull out that leaves you aching for the return. The headboard knocks a soft counterpoint, each tap punctuated by his gentle commentary.
“Doing so well,” he croons when your elbows buckle, gathering you up with one flush tug to his chest. “Hold on to me, there you go, honey.”
Jack angles your leg higher, opening you wider for him, and the change steals air from your lungs in one shattered sound.
“Shh,” he hushes, half-smile curving, proud and adoring all at once. “I know. Feels big, doesn’t it? Let me make it better.”
His fingers dip to your clit, and your gasp dissolves into his name. “Jack — s’good.”
The room narrows to the glide of his thumb and the steady ballast of his body.
He kisses the salt at your hairline, murmuring, “Same here, baby. My perfect girl. Let me handle the rest, yeah?”
MARIA NOTE if being babied this hard during sex is wrong, i refuse to be right <3
if anyone knows anything about jack abbot, he’s a man of healthy communication. you know where you stand with him at all times. pissed him off? he’ll tell you outright. struggling on the job? he’ll give you some kind words and ask if you need anything. he’s the most emotionally available man at the pitt, and it’s taken years of therapy to get here.
after your first date with abbot, you’ve barely made it home before he sends you a text saying he had a great time and he’d love to see you again, possibly this week if you’re free. he lays his cards out on the table and it’s a massive turn on for you.
the next day, when your paths cross during shift handover, he pulls you to the side and gives you a suggestive smile, “that restaurant i was telling you about? they had a spot open up for saturday. what do you think?”
“i’d love to,” you respond, trying to hide your growing smile. “could grab a drink after?”
“you’re speaking my language.” he says, already texting the owner that he’ll take the table.
“i gotta check on this guy in twelve and then i’m getting out of here, but i filled in my charts in case you need any context.”
“cool,” he nods. “any plans tonight?”
“hot date with my yoga mat and my bed by nine.”
“sexy,” jack grins. “i’ll be thinking of you in many positions.”
“jack!” you laugh, your face growing warm.
“have a good night,” he tells you once his laughter has subsided. “text me when you get home, okay?”
“i will.” he squeezes your hand gently before leaving to see what shen needs him for.
and when saturday rolls around, those positions are no longer just in jack’s imagination.
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | masterlist | ao3
rabbot x reader
summary: You’re Robby’s favorite reward. When his staff earns it, he doesn’t hesitate to offer you up. Your night does not turn out how you planned.
|| smut MDNI 18+, more poly discussions, possessiveness, subspace, dom/sub dynamics, pinv [with jack], pussy slapping, crying during sex, big sub drop!!!, intense orgasm, big emotions, jack learning how to dom, m!receiving oral, aftercare, robby is a capital C cuck ||
a/n: here is that second part for you! please please please heed the crying tag, this is a very intense chapter for reader.
wc: 11k
You were grateful it wasn't a far drive. It wasn't that the trip was an awkward one, but things still felt tense. You played with a frayed edge of your sweater, trying very hard not to look over at Brendon Park in the driver's seat.
You could understand that what you and Robby had looked odd from the outside. But there wasn't a world in which you could see yourself doing anything different. What Brendon wanted… wasn't something you could give.
It hurt to think it, to think about him one day understanding and maybe finding a cute nurse or fellow surgeon to fill that space for him. Someone who could ride in the exact passenger seat you were in now, in his sleek black BMW, where he'd pull her hand up to let his lips occasionally brush over her knuckles at a red light. Someone he could laugh with and kiss softly without either of them wondering if it would be the last time. Someone who wanted dinner dates and easy goodnights and the normal, steady forward motion of a relationship that made sense to everyone looking at it.
That version of you had died in the car accident years ago, it felt like.
The version who dated because dating meant marriage one day. A house with children's voices filled the halls. Parents to take care of, holidays to split. A future like felt like tempting something cruel by wanting too much of it.
By the time you pulled up to Robby's, you were nearly in tears again, but this time it had nothing to do with Brendon saying the wrong thing. It was your own spiraling thoughts, your own grief, your own stupid imagination handing him a life without you.
"Maybe you should just—" you began, one hand already on the door handle.
But Brendon was already getting out of the car.
Shit.
You jogged up behind him to catch up, but before you could reach for the door in hopes of sneaking in without being seen, the large oak door was pulling in.
Robby stood in the threshold, one hand still on the knob, his brows pulling together at the sight of the ortho surgeon in front of you.
"Hi, honey." he said stiffly.
Except he was looking at Park.
"Hi." you said, stopping just beside the ortho surgeon.
Robby's eyes moved over you, quick at first, then again a little slower. You didn't know what he was looking for. You wondered what he saw—glossy, red eyes, a swollen mouth, if your clothes were still askew. The whole assessment made your stomach turn, mostly because you knew you were failing some part of it without knowing.
"What do we have here?" Robby asked.
"Brendon was just dropping me—"
From somewhere behind him, you heard Jack call your name, the clacking of crutches against the wood floor, and then he appeared at Robby's shoulder, his expression changing almost immediately when he saw who was standing there.
Park looked at Jack, then at Robby, and his mouth pulled into a smile that made your entire body want to leave. He looked like his coined nickname. His teeth gleaming in the dark with a smile that was not really a smile at all.
"Well," he said with a dark chuckle. "Isn't this rich."
Your eyes flitted between the three of them—Robby and Jack were looking at him strangely now, both of them wearing different versions of the same hard expression. No one explained anything. No one even really moved. The three of them just looked at one another and somehow you understood there was a conversation happening that you were not part of, some silent thing passing over your head while you tried to figure it out.
Robby leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, almost casual if not for the look in his eyes.
“Surprised you stayed long enough to walk her to the door,” he said.
Park’s smile sharpened, quick with his retort. “Surprised you let her out of the house.”
Jack gave a quiet breath through his nose. “Christ. Do you rehearse that shit on the drive over?”
Park’s eyes slid to him. “Still here, Abbot?”
“Looks like it.”
“Must be nice. Robby always did like keeping a spare around.”
Jack’s mouth pulled to one side. “And you always did mistake being tolerated for being wanted.”
“Okay,” you said, cutting them off, trying to step forward. “I’m gonna go inside now.”
But Park's hand came up before you could move far. It wasn't rough or menacing in any way, hell—he'd put his hand on the back of your neck plenty of times before, it was a touch you usually liked. But tonight it felt different. Your breath caught, more from confusion than anything else. You looked back at him just as his thumb settled on the side of your throat.
Park looked down at you. "Where's my goodnight kiss?"
The silence after that was immediate and awful.
Your lips parted, but nothing came out. You looked at Robby before you could stop yourself, then at Jack, because you had no clue where the rules were right now. You didn't know what had changed in the time between leaving earlier and now as you stood under the porch light with Park's hands on you.
Your eyes stayed on Robby—his face had gone almost amused. Brows lifting faintly, mouth relaxed in a way that could've looked calm to anyone who didn't know better. But you did. You knew better. You knew the difference between calm and deadly quiet.
Jack, on the other hand, looked like he was battling his inner most thoughts of stepping over the threshold to start throwing right hooks.
Robby looked over at him, "What do you think, Jack? Think our guy deserves it?"
Jack's head turned slightly, eyes still fixed on Park.
You looked at him too, pulse jumping. There was a beat where you almost didn't understand what Robby had done—but then you did.
Jack was part of this now. Jack got a say. Robby was giving him the space to use it.
Jack's answer came without hesitation. "Absolutely fucking not."
"Oh." Park said, glancing between them with that look that made your blood rush cold. "Big man lets you make decisions for our girl now?"
"Our girl, huh?" Jack scoffed. "Not sure you get that privilege. Look at her, Park. The hell did you do?"
Park’s thumb soothed up and down your neck. You weren’t sure if it was tender there because of his touch or because of what you knew was true.
You sniffled, the emotions ready to boil up again. You felt stupid standing there in front of two men who’d had such a good conversation with you earlier, who’d trusted you to understand what this was, and you’d gone and done this.
It was just kissing, you told yourself. Relax.
But still. Whether it looked like more or not, it still felt like crossing a line now. You were certain the argument was still all over your face, the evidence of you and Park written into your rumpled hair, your swollen mouth, the way you could barely bring yourself to look at Robby or Jack.
Robby pushed off the doorway, reaching his hand out to you, "C'mon, honey. Inside."
Park's hand tightened on your neck for a moment, just a little squeeze, before you were moving forward and accepting Robby's hand in yours. His fingers closed around you gently, but there was no mistaking the way he pulled you toward him, out of Park's reach and into the house.
You turned to say goodnight to him, heart still up in your throat.
But the front door was already closing behind you with a heavy slam.
The three of you stood silently in the foyer. You could hear Park's receding footsteps, his car starting outside, the engine revving loudly before peeling from the curb. You waited until you couldn't hear the angry thrumming of it before you spoke again, breathing uneven.
"I had no clue he was going to be there." you whispered quickly.
Robby nodded, eyes down on the floor. His weight shifted back and forth between his feet. He looked sort of folded in on himself, one arm wrapped around his middle, the other bent up with his hand over his beard, rubbing the heel of his palm against his mouth.
Jack stood just beside him, looking between the two of you, his weight a little uneven where he leaned onto his crutches. His expression was still stormy, but somehow you knew it wasn't at you.
"What the hell happened?" he asked.
"Everything was fine—" you began, swallowing hard, "I was just hanging out with Jesse and Mel mostly, and Brendon just…showed up out of nowhere. He said he wanted to talk to me."
"Just to talk, huh?" Robby asked, a little humorous.
"I thought so." you said, your voice small.
Robby's eyes lifted to yours then, and your stomach tightened at whatever he saw on your face.
"How do you explain that then?" he asked, pointing.
Your hand came up immediately, fingers pressing to the side of your neck.
Your skin felt hot beneath your touch, tender too, but you still didn't understand. You only knew that both of them had seen something there outside. That Brendon had put his hand there.
Robby reached for you with one arm, careful but firm, drawing you closer by the shoulder. He turned you toward the mirror by the front door.
For one second, all you saw was yourself.
Your cardigan pulled crooked from the drive home. Your hair a little mussed from the party. Your eyes glossy and red. Your face a little peaky and strained.
But then your eyes drifted down, and your mouth parted in surprise.
"Oh, shit." you whispered, grimacing. You touched the column of your throat again, lighter this time, and the soreness answered under your fingertips. The whole night folded backward in your head at once—Brendon's mouth on you in the bathroom, sucking and nipping hard at your neck. How he'd made sure that they'd seen it when you were being passed over like a hostage negotiation on the porch.
Robby sighed, "So? What happened?"
You turned around and headed for the kitchen before you could answer, because standing in front of the mirror with both of them looking at your bruised throat made you want to crawl out of your skin. You padded across the house, kicking your shoes off somewhere near the edge of the hallway, then flinging your cardigan over the back of a kitchen chair as you made a straight line for the cabinets.
You filled it with water, took a few sips, then filled it again and stood there with one hand braced on the counter, trying to breathe like a person who was absolutely not about to get herself in even more trouble by explaining the trouble she was already in.
Robby and Jack followed you in after a moment. Jack took the barstool closest to the end of the counter, setting his crutches carefully against it, while Robby stayed standing at the side, both hands pressed into the cool granite.
"He said—he was just apologizing for last week." you said, looking at Jack, who was grinding down on his teeth hard enough that you could see the muscles tensing under his skin. "He said he missed me, and then—" you licked your lips, "he kissed me, and things kind of got heated…"
"Did you have sex with him?" Robby asked.
"No!" you said quickly, heat flashing up your face. "No. It was just kissing. He, um—we—"
You looked at Jack, then back at Robby, because there was no good direction to send your eyes.
Robby lifted his hands to his face, rubbing them hard up and down before hooking them behind his neck. His elbows flared out, his fingers squeezing at his own nape, and heels of his palms pressing into his cheeks for a second before he dropped his hands again and looked toward Jack.
"Jack, I need to hear all of this." Robby's voice was controlled with forced calm. "If it's something that's going to upset you, you can head home. Thanks for hanging here tonight. With me. But I don't want you to get—"
Jack shook his head, "No, it's okay. I want to be part of this. The good and the bad. Go ahead."
"Are you mad at me?" you asked, your voice so small it felt childish.
Jack hesitated, but then he reached across the counter, his hand wrapping gently around your wrist. His thumb pressed at the pulse there, so warm and steady, and his head tilted until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"No, sweetheart." he said. "I'm not mad at you. I'm pissed at Park for acting like a possessive asshole."
Robby let out a big, heavy breath, almost a groan, his head tipping back for a second before he looked down again.
"I'm gonna need to talk to him this week." he said. "Put an end to this bullshit he keeps pulling."
"I didn't stop him, though, it's my fault too—"
Jack's hand tightened a little around your wrist. "How did he know you were even there?" he asked. "Was he there from the start?"
"I think Frankie told him." You shook your head, trying to pull the whole night into order and failing. Your brain still felt a little fuzzy, but all the chaos of the evening had sobered you up quickly. "I don't know. That part was confusing. I'm sorry. I smoked a little with Jesse, and—"
"Did anything happen with Jesse?" Robby cut in.
You bit your lip. But nodded. "We kissed."
Robby's eyes stayed on you, big and brown and hurt in a way that made your chest cave in around itself.
"Our four weeks are up, Robby." you said, trying to hold onto that even as your voice wavered. "I'm allowed to kiss people."
He shut his eyes tightly.
"We should've discussed it first." he murmured.
You looked away, shaking your head. "No, see, this is the thing—you can't just change the rules whenever you think—"
"I'm not changing rules, honey." Robby's voice climbed despite the fact that he was clearly trying to keep it steady, his hands falling back to the counter as his eyes opened on you. "But you are doing things without talking to me first. Don't you understand how that feels?"
You looked over to Jack.
"Listen," Jack sighed, shaking his head and sitting back, "I'm new to this, sure, but I agree with Robby, sweetheart. We should've talked about it before you left. But that's partially on us. On me. I got carried away, we barely talked about what that looked like going forward, especially with the others."
Your stomach sank, even as his eyes softened at the look on your face. Your hands tightened around your glass of water, condensation making it sweat a little.
"Brendon was mad because he thinks I'm…" You went on, licking your dry lips. "He thinks you—Robby, I mean—he thinks you're keeping me in something. Or making me do things. I don't know. It's like he's always trying to save me from something."
Robby looked at you.
"Do you want him to?"
When you looked back at Robby, his face was so open, so plain with hurt, with expecting the answer he always feared.
"No," you said, your voice even for the first time since you got home. "No, I don't."
Robby's breath left him slowly.
You set the glass down and took one step toward him before you could overthink it. He met you halfway, arms wrapping around you from behind, turning you so your back to was his chest in a hold that was firm enough to make your eyes sting. You let your head fall back against him, your hands closing over his forearms, feeling the comforting shape of him around you.
"You should've at least texted me." he said in your ear. His voice had settled, the hurt soothed with touch. "That he was there… that you wanted to… I don't know."
You nodded your head. "It all happened so fast. I'm sorry."
His arms tightened. For a moment, he didn't answer, and you wondered if he couldn't yet. If the apology wasn't enough, if the hickey was still too bright under the kitchen light, if Jesse's and Park's name and the porch were all sitting too heavily between the three of you.
Then his lips brushed near your ear. "It's okay, honey." he said. "Do you want to tell me what else happened?"
Your eyes opened, and you looked over at Jack, who was watching the two of you from the barstool. He gave you a small nod, his expression still tense, but steadier now.
You breathed in. "We…went into the bathroom."
Robby didn't move behind you. "Okay."
"We…there was a lot of, like, heavy petting, grinding." You whispered, your face already going hot again, because there was no way to say any of this that didn't sound awful and embarrassing in your own mouth. "He…"
Jack sat forward a little. "What did he do?"
You covered your eyes with one hand. "Um. He…finished."
Robby stilled behind you.
"But you didn't—?"
"Clothes stayed on." you said quickly.
There was a pause.
When you looked through the slats of your eyes, Jack had his lips pressed together hard, mirth clouding his eyes as he looked over your shoulder.
"Don't—" you groaned, trying to bite back your own smile.
You felt Robby try not to laugh, his chest pressing harder against your back before the sound finally broke loose into your neck. "Damn."
"He came in his pants for you?" Jack asked, his voice already shaking with the laugh he was failing to hold back.
"Jack."
"I'm just asking for clarification."
"Poor guy." Robby said, a laugh still shaking his chest behind you.
"Stop…." you groaned, feeling bad for Brendon now that you'd said it. "Be nice."
"What?" His brows lifted, but there was finally some life in his face again, something warmer creeping in around the edges of his anger. "Not like he deserves any niceties after the shit he pulled."
"He was being an asshole." Robby agreed.
"Can we please not make fun of him too much?" you asked, softer now. as you wrapped your arms around where his pressed against your chest. "I know he was being shitty outside, but he was upset. And I feel bad."
"What a sweet girl you are, feeling bad for the Shark." Robby said, then kissed near your ear again, not quite your cheek, not quite your neck.
"Anything else?" he asked.
You breathed out, fingers curling lightly around his forearm.
"No," you said. "That's it."
Robby sighed behind you, his arms adjusting tighter around your shoulders, forearms still laid firm over your chest. Comforting, somehow, even with the weight of the night still sitting around all of you. He had every reason to be upset. To feel lied to, maybe, or left out, or undermined by the way Park had stood on his porch with his hand around your neck. You had been ready for a real argument when you walked in, half from what Park had turned the night into and half from how tightly wound you had become on the ride home.
"I do think some form of… retribution is in order, though." Robby said in your ear. His lips grazed the shell of it, and goosebumps rushed up your arms before you could pretend otherwise.
You licked your lips, eyes widening as you looked over at Jack's growing grin.
"Why don't you…" Robby began, pausing to kiss your earlobe, "go into the bedroom and strip for us."
Your breath caught.
"I'd like you waiting for us on the bed when we come in." His eyes moved to Jack then, and his voice changed a little, rougher. "What do you think, Jack? Fully nude? Or should we let her keep something on?"
Jack pressed his lips together, trying and failing to tame the smile on his face.
"I think I'd like to see what color she's got on, brother." His gaze came back to you. "Panties and bra only, sweetheart."
Robby's hand moved under your chin, turning your face just enough for him to see you. "Okay?"
You nodded, breath already coming quicker.
His thumb brushed along your chin, then over your lips, parting them as his eyes grew hungrier. "Words."
"Yes," you said. "Okay."
"Good girl."
Your thighs pressed together, and Robby's arms finally dropped from around you as he said: "Go on."
You started past him, trying for dignity and not getting very far before his hand cracked lightly against your ass.
You squealed, half scandalized and half laughing, and bolted toward the main bedroom before either of them could see just how badly your legs had begun to shake.
Only a few minutes later you were sitting on the bed, only your bralette and panties on.
You'd thought about changing into something cuter, something matching or just… sexier, but thought better of it. Robby would know, and then he might add onto whatever punishment he had in store. So it was just the little blue cheekies you'd worn that day and your black bralette. You reached up to adjust the one strap that twisted slightly after pulling off your shirt.
The men had made their way in eventually, Robby taking the armchair by the door, leather made and tucked into the corner. Jack walked in, smiling down at you as he made his way around the bed. You lifted your eyes to follow him, heart jumping a little when he slowed beside you. He reached out and cupped your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheek, not saying anything. Just looking at you for one long, warm moment before he readjusted his grip on the crutches and passed.
Once he settled against the cushions of the bed, you turned your head to look at Robby, who's eyes were narrowed, but you could see the smirk pulling his lips.
"Come over here." he said, patting his thigh. Your tongue slipped over your bottom lip before you could help it. Jack's attention followed you as you stood from the bed, and you let your hips swing a little on the walk over.
You went to go to Robby's side, where you usually draped across him for these sorts of things—over his knee—but his hand shot out, only to lay gently on your hip. He squeezed, and shook his head.
"Not today. Sit up and face him."
You looked over to Jack, then back at him, your eyes clouded by uncertainty.
Robby nodded, patting his thigh again, "C'mon now. Be a good girl."
The words worked, sending a rush of tingling heat through you. All you wanted to do was make him happy when your blood began to rush like this and he got that look in his eye. So you slowly lowered yourself onto his knee, facing the bed, facing Jack, and Robby's arms closed around you from behind, forearms crossing your middle as he pulled you back to his chest. The hair on his arms brushed your bare skin, his breath against your ear.
"Can you tell Jack what your safeword is, honey?"
You sucked in a breath, nodding, "Pickleback."
Jack grimaced. "Quite the choice. I prefer Yuengling."
You smiled.
"And," Robby continued, his lips close to your shoulder now, "when you can't talk?"
You lifted your hand and snapped twice.
Robby kissed your shoulder. "Very good. Now…do you know why I need to correct your behavior?"
"Yes." you breathed. Your blood had become loud in your ears, nerves scattering through your limbs, down your belly, between your legs. Jack's eyes were darkening as he watched you from the bed.
"Why is that, honey?"
You swallowed. "I—I didn't talk to you before…before Brendon."
"Before Brendon what?"
"Before he and I…um…"
Your eyes drifted before you could stop them.
Jack had settled back against the pillows, knees parted, one hand near his lap and the other stretched over the cushions. His shirt was a little rumpled where he'd thrown it off at the edge of the bed, his mouth twitching, but the look on his face had changed. Less gentle now, less amused. He looked comfortable there, almost cocky, watching you sit half-naked in Robby's lap while you tried to confess your sins.
His staring made your pupils dilate to drink him in. He looked so good, so tempting spread over your pillows like that.
Robby's hand went to your face, and his thumb and forefinger pinched your cheeks as he shook you only infinitesimally. "I'm talking to you, young lady. Before you and Brendon what?"
Your stomach flipped.
"Before we went into the bathroom."
His hand left your face and traveled down the front of you, so slow, making you feel every rough callous of his fingertips. They ventured your throat, your chest, slipping under the edge of your bralette and traced the sensitive flesh beneath before completely sliding into the cup to massage at your breast. He hummed in approval, your head lolling a little at the feeling of his hands on you.
"Did you have fun tonight, honey?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
You knew better than to lie. "Kind of."
Through your half-lidded eyes, you could still see Jack. His face was amused, still watching you, but his eyes had darkened. "Kind of?" he echoed.
You nodded. "I wish… I wish I had just come home." you hiccuped as Robby pinched your nipple under the fabric. Your hands went to his legs, gripping them tightly, nails digging in. A little sound slipped out as he switched to the other side, slipping his hand under the cotton covering you again.
"Why's that?" Robby whispered.
"He was… he was such an asshole after." you breathed out.
Jack's jaw ticked.
Robby's palm flattened over your breast, holding you there for a moment before sliding down your stomach. His other arm stayed locked around you, keeping your back to his chest when your body wanted to squirm.
"S'okay, honey." he said. "I'll talk to him."
Your eyes fluttered shut.
"No more Shark tonight." His lips touched the side of your head. "You're home. You're with us now."
You nodded. "I'm sorry—I'm sorry for tonight."
You meant it for both of them, and when you looked over, Jack's features had softened. Robby kissed your shoulder again, squeezing you against him a little harder.
"I know, honey. I know. It's okay. Gonna take care of you." His mouth brushed your skin. "But first—"
His hand slid down your belly and over your thigh, hooking your knee over his and opening you up before doing the same with the other. You gasped when your balance shifted, body falling back entirely into him, spread open on his lap with nowhere to hide.
He hummed, and you watched Jack as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. His hand went to his jeans again, not resting this time but squeezing over the growing bulge there, the heel of his palm pressing down.
"Do you wanna tell her what we're gonna do, or do you want me to?" Robby asked.
Jack's head tilted, his eyes dark as they moved over you. "Robby's gonna make sure you remember to tell us when Dr. Park shows up next time, sweetheart." His voice had dropped rougher, the sound of it making your thighs squirm over Robby's. "And then you're gonna come over here, and I'm gonna have my turn with you."
You wondered if they could see your pulse through your skin, how hard it was beating, how every part of you had gone hot and embarrassed and eager all at once.
"Wha—what's my punishment?" you asked meekly.
"Let me show you." Robby murmured.
His hand moved from your thigh to the front of your panties, his fingers soothing over the damp cotton where your arousal had already started to soak the fabric. His long digits felt so good it was almost like relief as they rubbed over your covered mound.
You barely had time to understand the change in his touch before his palm lifted.
Smack!
You lurched, stomach pitching, your heart stopping, mouth opening into an—"Ah!"
Robby groaned behind you, his chest vibrating against your back as his arm locked tighter around your middle. He gave you half a breath to settle, then lifted his hand again and brought it down in the same place, the same pressure, the sting blooming hot through the fabric. This time, your surprised gasp turned into a moan.
Jack's smile pulled wide from the bed. "Is it really a punishment if she likes it, brother?"
"Oh, yes." Robby said, voice thick with amusement. "Yes, indeed."
His fingers hooked over your panties then, pulling them aside, and Jack let out a little groan at the sight of you. Wet. Eager. "Fuckkk…" he whispered, his hand tightening at his pants.
Robby's mouth came back to your ear, low enough that only you could hear him. "Go ahead and ask him, honey. Know you want to watch."
You swallowed, breathless, eyes fixed on Jack. "Jackie, I wanna see you play with yourself. Please."
Jack smiled wider at the nickname, "Happy to, sweetheart."
He unbuttoned his jeans slowly, watching your face while he pushed them down enough to free himself. His heavy cock settled in his hand, and your breath stopped short as you watched him stroking himself there on Robby's bed, the other hand gripping into the pillows harder behind him as his head tilted back for a moment, teeth tucking over his bottom lip.
Then his eyes came back to you.
"Again." he said, looking past you to Robby.
"Hold these open for me, honey," Robby said, bringing your hand down to your center.
Jesus Christ.
You brought your own hand down and hooked your fingers into your cotton panties, holding them aside the way he asked. Your whole body burning from the position, from the exposure, from the fact this was all because of a stupid hickey and a man with an ego.
Robby's hand made contact with your waiting pussy with an even louder, wet smack!
"Fuck!" you squealed. The pain was sharper without the cotton there to soften it, the sting spreading up through your belly and down your thighs into your toes. Your knees tried to close, your grip slipped, your back curling against Robby's chest as his other hand kept you held open for him at your knee.
"Good girl, good girl." Robby soothed, mouth grazing your hair. "C'mon now. A few more."
You whined as the sting settled into heat, your breath shaky while you forced your legs open again and fixed your grip on the ruined and soaked edge of your panties.
Smack, smack, smack!
Three in a row, each one landing wet and mean against you, had your head falling back, eyes rolling as the moan tore out of you. The sting stayed, bright and pulsing, your hips trying to run from it and rock into it at the same time.
Robby's breathing had gone rough behind you.
Jack cursed under his breath, hand moving faster over his cock, his eyes fixed between your legs like he couldn't look away.
Robby let his fingers slide up and down your sopping folds, sensitive to his touch, making you moan anyway.
"You're so wet, honey. How are you so wet from just a little smacking, hm? You enjoy your punishment?"
"God, yes."
"Ask for more then."
"Please," you whispered. "Please."
"Ask Jack like a good girl."
You opened your eyes, wet with the prickling of tears from the sting. His mouth was open, his fist pumping a little faster, his chest rising and falling under the strain.
"Please, Jack, please. Can I have more?"
"Fuck, yes, sweetheart." His voice was rough, almost breaking around the words. "Go on. Give her five more. Then she's mine."
You bit on your bottom lip, your eyebrows threading, body tensing as you waited for it.
When all five came at once in a speedy rhythm—smacksmacksmacksmacksmack!—you were mewling, crying out in pain and pleasure, shutting your thighs quickly. Robby's hand was still over your pussy, the press of his fingers relieving there as he growled into your ear.
"Gooood fucking girl, takin' it so well, honey. S'okay, s'okay, you've learned your lesson, huh?"
"Yes!" you squealed.
"Okay, okay, breeeeeathe, honey." His hand stayed between your legs, rubbing now, soothing over the ache he'd put there. "Just breathe. Can you look at me?"
You did so, peeking your eyes up at him. You'd kind of fallen down his lap as your body twitched and curled in from the pain, looking up at him from where your neck was cramped against his belly. You could feel, suddenly, the bulging tent in his pants against your shoulder.
His other hand came up to cup your face, his eyes sparkling with pride. "You did so good, honey. Why don't you go over to Jack and tell him how grateful you are for your punishment, hm?"
You nodded, trying to get up on shaky legs. As you stood, you heard a click of teeth from behind you.
Robby's eyes had darkened as he looked up at you from beneath his lashes. "Crawl."
You immediately obeyed, knowing that tone, and getting on your hands and knees.
"Jesus." you heard from the bed.
Your knees touched the carpet first, your palms following. The sting between your legs made every little movement feel too shaky. Your eyes locked onto Jack, who had slowed his hand around himself now, watching you with his mouth parted and his eyes blown wide.
You began crawling toward him.
Behind you, Robby shifted in the chair, and you heard the low sound of his zipper coming down. You knew he was watching the way your ass moved, the way your panties were askew and ruined, the way your thighs trembled each time you brought yourself closer to the bed.
Jack's hand had stopped completely by the time you reached him.
You crawled up between his open legs, smiling a little at the look on his face, at the way he seemed caught between reaching for you and waiting to see what you would do first.
"Hi, handsome," you murmured.
"Hey, sweetheart." he whispered, finally reaching out to pet your face with his free hand.
You leaned into it, eyes fluttering before you remembered what Robby had told you to do. Your hands settled on Jack's thighs, fingers curling into the fabric of his jeans as you looked up at him from between his knees.
"Thank you." you said softly.
"You're very welcome, sweetheart." he murmured, "What good manners you have."
You bit down on your lip, his warm look of pride and eagerness making your belly twist on itself. You looked down at his thick, throbbing length in his hand.
"Can I help you with that?" you asked cheekily.
He smiled wider, "Think we could work something out."
You glanced over your shoulder at Robby, only for Jack's hand to move to your chin, stopping you. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him."
"Listen to Jack, honey." you heard Robby say from the corner.
"Okay," you nodded, your smile gone, your heart leaping into your throat, "yes, Jack."
His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and you opened for him, taking it into your mouth without being told. You sucked gently, tongue moving around him, letting your teeth graze his knuckle enough to make him groan. It was a noise you missed.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Jack?" you asked, eyes wide as you kissed his thumb.
"That what you want, sweetheart?"
You nodded.
"Go on then." he said.
He laid back into the pillows, and you lowered yourself slowly between his legs, keeping your eyes up until your mouth met the thick head of him. The first taste of him made you moan, your hand curling around his base while the other settled on his thigh. Jack whimpered with you, his hips shifting beneath you when your tongue dragged along the underside.
"Oh, fuck." he breathed, head tipping back. "Oh my god."
You let yourself sink into it, mouth stretching around him, the weight of him heavy on your tongue. Your ass stayed lifted behind you, knees spread on the bed, and you could feel Robby watching from the chair without needing to look. It made you wetter, made you work your mouth slower at first, then greedier when Jack's fingers slid into your hair.
"She gets so fucking wet sucking dick, brother." Robby said from behind you.
Your hips wiggled in response, shameless and involuntary, though you couldn't answer with Jack's cock filling your mouth.
Jack laughed under his breath, gathering your hair in his fist and pulling it clear from your face as you bobbed over him.
"Hold her down." Robby said through what sounded like gritted teeth.
Jack's grip tightened in your hair, and he guided you lower.
You gagged almost immediately, his size too thick, too overwhelming—throat fluttering around him, your nails pressing into his thigh as your eyes watered. You were nowhere near taking all of him, not really, but the sound Jack made above you was enough to make your stomach twist hot and needy.
"Looks to me like you've got some learning to do." Jack said, voice rough from above. "Can you go any deeper, sweetheart? Hm? Or does Robby not teach you these things?"
"Fuck off." you heard from the chair.
Jack chuckled again, breathless, but eased his hand when you gagged again. You pulled back with a gasp, spit slick on your lips and chin, lungs dragging in air while your hand stayed wrapped around him.
You barely had time to recover before Jack was sitting up and kissing you.
His mouth came up hard against yours, open and hungry and wanting— pushing you back into the bed as his hand moved between your shoulder blades to deftly unclasp your bra. It was dragged off with clumsy urgency, tossed somewhere near the pillows, and then he was over you, chest pressing yours, hips heavy between your thighs while he kissed you deeper.
You moaned into his mouth, hands going into his hair, nails digging into his scalp as he settled against you. He felt so good, so warm, so oddly familiar already. The push of his tongue was welcome between your lips, your mouth wet where your spit had dribbled down your lips, his cock hard against your thigh while he kissed you like he'd been waiting all night to get you under him.
"You are so beautiful," he sighed when he unlatched his lips from yours, kissing down your chin, your jaw, onto your neck.
"No, you are." you said with a smile.
"Ha, ha," he chided.
"I mean it." you said, "I'm a lucky girl." you added.
"Think we're the lucky ones." you heard from behind, and you craned your neck to look back at him.
Robby was fisting his own long cock in his hand, but he smiled at you when you met his gaze. You licked your lips, watching his hand move up and down, his other hand coming down to cup his balls. "Look at Jack, honey. Keep your eyes on him like he said. Be a good listener."
Before he'd finished, your chin was being brought down to look not just at him but between your bodies. Jack's cock was lining up with your entrance, and your eyes widened, the memory of the last time rushing up to the forefront of your mind. How big he felt—how he filled you and stretched you like your whole body felt split in half.
"Ohhh god." you breathed, muscles tightening.
Jack looked up at you, then leaned down to press a long kiss to your mouth as he nudged closer, dragging his cock through your wet folds. Both of you moaned at the feeling, your hands clutching at his shoulders, and then he was notching himself at your core.
"Breathe, honey." Robby said from the corner. "Curl your toes if you have to. Let out a long breath."
You did as he said, curling your toes into the bedding, sucking in a long breath through your nose. When you let it out, Jack joined you with a groan and pushed inside.
Your arms and legs clamped around him immediately, fingers pawing at his shoulders, ankles digging into the backs of his thighs.
"Ohgodohgodohgod—"
"S'okay, s'okay," Jack was moaning, petting your hair, his mouth held open in a perfect 'o' and his brows threaded as he pushed further in.
You whimpered as your body adjusted around him, ducking your face into his neck when his weight settled over you. He was hot everywhere, chest to chest, his arms braced around you, his breath breaking against your hair while he worked himself in slow.
"God I missed you," he whispered into your ear, half choked. "Missed you so much sweetheart."
Your belly flipped a little at that, or maybe at the feeling of overwhelming fullness, or your nerves as you felt Robby's eyes on you from behind. Jack held there when he was finally inside you, hips flush, his body pinning yours in place while you shook around him.
"How's that feel, honey?" Robby asked. "How's that big dick feel inside you, huh? Talk to us."
You nodded, clinging to Jack while you forced your shallow breathing to settle, forced your muscles to loosen around him. Finally, you let your head fall back against the bed and turned your eyes toward Robby.
He looked more wrecked than he had a few minutes ago. Before, he had been sitting back, stroking himself slowly with that narrow concentration in his eyes, but now his gaze had gone heavy, his jaw slack, his big hand tightening around the base of his cock. The tip was flushed angry red, precome pearling at the slit while he held himself back.
You licked your lips, blinking slowly.
"He asked you a question, sweetheart," Jack murmured in your ear, nipping your delicate lobe, letting his tongue peek out to trace the shell.
Your skin lit up, your eyes threatened to roll.
"Feels sooo… mmm—ah!" you gasped when he pulled out an inch, "big!"
You had half a mind to glare at both of them when you heard a resounding chuckle through the room.
"And how's she feel, Jack?" Robby asked. "God, I wanna be inside you so bad right now, honey—fuckkk…"
"Oh, our sweet girl feels like goddamn heaven." Jack sighed, pulling his cock out by inches and slowly pushing back in.
Your head knocked back, chin tipping, mouth falling open around a mewling cry as he filled you again, the stretch of him dragging in and out of your cunt, making you feel every notch and vein of his length.
"Yeah, yeah," he sighed out. "I know, I know. Takin' it real slow, getting your little pussy adjusted, right, sweetheart?"
"M-more—" you sighed, legs tightening around him. "Want more."
Jack tipped his head toward Robby, and when you looked up, there was a smirk pulling at his mouth.
"What do ya say, brother?"
"Put her leg over your shoulder." Robby demanded from the corner, the words coming out rough. "Hug it close to your chest. You can—"
"Listen to him." Jack's eyes came back to you, amusement braided through the arousal in his voice, deep and husky as his mouth tilted. "Talkin' to me like I'm one of his residents."
He clicked his teeth and pulled back from where he had been laid over you. For a second, you thought he might do exactly what Robby said, but instead he leaned to grab one of the pillows, pushing it beneath your lower back and ass with a confidence that made your stomach jump.
"He thinks I don't know how you like being fucked." Jack murmured, hands sliding down your thighs, then back up to your hips. "Isn't that right?"
You gnawed at your lip, breath snagging when the shift changed the angle of him inside you. His cock pressed up against you differently now, fuller somehow, deeper without even moving much. Jack hoisted your hips, sheathing himself all the way inside again, and your gasp tore out of you before you could swallow it down.
"He thinks I don't know exactly what angle to make you tighten up real good around me," Jack said, "How to make you see stars, sweetheart."
You heard Robby's warning from the corner: "Abbot…"
"Don't worry," he said, flitting his darkened eyes over to the other attending, "I've done this before."
"You are such a —" you shook your head with a lazy smile, but Jack moved before you could finish.
His hips swung back, and he began fucking you in earnest now, and the words breaking apart in your throat—the new angle dragging you right back to the truck a month ago, to the cramped backseat and the way he had figured out your body with an almost infuriating ease, shifting you up until he found the spot that made your breath go stupid. He found it again now, much faster this time, his hips driving into you with the pillow lifting you up to meet him, your body taking him deeper with every thrust until your vision blurred at the edges.
"Oh fuck, Jack!" you squealed.
His cock pistoned in and out of you now, hard and slick, the sound of it obscene beneath your panting. Heat coiled fast in your belly, your muscles tightening before you were ready for it. Your legs widened around him, hands losing strength where they clung to his wrists, to the sheets, to whatever you could reach as his fingers clamped around your hips and held you in place.
"She's close." Robby said through gritted teeth.
Jack's mouth pulled, the crinkles of his eyes deepening. It was a look of both fondness and cockiness you couldn't take the time to distinguish because that swell in your hips had built up, your pussy constricting his cock, sucking him in.
"You wanna come, sweetheart?" he cooed from above you, hips still snapping into that perfect place. "Been a while, huh?"
You noddded, "Oh, yes, yes—"
Jack's forehead was dappling in sweat, his top teeth hooked over his bottom lip, eyes black and glazed as he watched you under him.
"Jesus, I might—oh god—" he stuttered, lungs catching, his brows pulled together tight. He reached between your bodies, and your eyes widened.
"No no no no—don't!" you shrieked, pleasure shocking up your spine before he had even touched you the way he meant to. "I'm gonna—I can't—I can't hold it—"
"Ask real nice now, honey." Robby moaned from behind you, breathless. "Ask Jack. Ask for it, and you can come. Beg."
"Pleaaaaase!" you moaned, nearly in tears, your brain lagging behind anything that wasn't the hot, overwhelming locking up of your muscles. Your body thrashed under Jack, heels digging into the bedding, hips trying to meet him and run from him at the same time while his cock kept kissing your womb, right at the perfect spot inside you, again and again and again.
His eyes stayed locked on your face.
"Please, what, sweetheart?" His voice shook now, almost whining with you, his own restraint starting to splinter. "C'mon. I'm so close. Gonna come in your sweet pussy if you just ask real nice."
"Please let me come, Jackie, please please please—" The words tore out of you, wet and desperate, your hands clawing uselessly at his shoulders. "I'll be so good, I promise. I'll be so good—I'm—"
He was nodding down at you, breathing hard through his mouth. "Okay, sweetheart. Come for me. Go on—"
"I'm sorry." you choked suddenly, the words coming from somewhere you hadn't meant to open. "I'm sorry for being bad."
Jack's face changed. Yours felt wet and hot now, too.
"Come for us, sweetheart." he said again, softer now, but his voice sounded further away.
"Jack—" you heard Robby say from the corner.
You didn't know what the warning meant. You could barely hear it over the sound of yourself, over the blood in your ears, over the horrible, perfect pressure building too fast to survive.
"Oh fuck—please!" you wailed.
"Go on, it's okay, it's okay, come for us sweetheart."
You realized at once it was tears that were spilling hot down your temples into your hair, over your cheeks. You tried to moan and sobbed instead.
Your body locked up on you, muscles clenching down hard around him. Your back arched so hard it pulled you nearly off the bed, eyes wide open even as your vision went white, as if the whole room had been struck by lightning. The wave that had been building in you for weeks finally crested and broke, but it didn't roll through you the way it usually did. It swallowed everything. Your stomach twisted, your thighs clamped around Jack's hips, your fingers curled so hard they cramped, and Jack's cock pushed in deep, so deep it felt like he hit the center of you and split the feeling open.
When you came back down to earth, everything felt so wrong.
Your vision had cleared, and above you was Jack, his mouth open and panting, his face caught somewhere between awe and panic. His eyes were so wide and unsure.
And you were crying.
Really, really crying. Harder than you had in a very long time.
Through the sobs, you could hear Robby saying something from the corner, but Jack was all you could see. His face shifted as he realized it was not stopping, that the sounds coming out of you were not pleasure anymore. He leaned back over you, mouth parted, hand cupping the side of your head too hard before he caught himself and loosened his grip, fingers dragging into your hair instead.
Their voices came in and out of your ears, fuzzy, but there.
"Shit—shit, shit, I'm sorry—what did I do?"
"Nothing, it's okay—" you heard Robby say. "You didn't do anything wrong—"
You couldn't talk, it was just their voices swirling around you.
"Sweetheart? What's going on?"
"Jack—"
"Sweet girl, look at me, look at me now."
"Abbot."
Jack's voice went quiet, his chin lifting to look at the other attending. He sucked in a deep, calming breath, even as yours felt lost in your chest, choking and wailing and lost in the room, caught somewhere behind your chest where every breath scraped on the way up through your lungs.
Your whole body still hadn’t stopped reacting, little tremors running through your thighs, your stomach, the muscles low in your belly clenching, leaving you open and spent and helpless beneath him while your mind kept trying to catch up to the fact that it was over, that you had come, that after a month of being held back from it, the thing your body had wanted so badly had finally broken over you and left nothing solid behind.
"Breathe," Robby said, "it's okay. This is called a drop, just talk to her."
"I'm sorry!" you sobbed, the words tearing out of you before you even knew what you were apologizing for, your hands curling uselessly in the blanket, unable to grip.
"It's okay, honey, it's okay, Jack has you."
"Listen to my voice, sweetheart." Jack said, his hands petting heavier and soothing now, the heel of his palm moving over your hairline, then your cheek, then back again. Though his breath was against your mouth, too fast for someone trying to calm you, and then you felt him swallow hard, felt the effort of him trying to force himself calm.
There was no one word for the rush of emotions that swept through you like a tidal wave. You didn't even have time to try and name one of them before another took over. Relief, euphoria, then anxiety and shame, and then back to a euphoric state so sharp it almost hurt.
Tears came quick and thick down your face, sliding into your ears, wetting the bedspread beneath you, your mouth open in a wail, your head thrown back into the covers while the ceiling blurred into blocks of light and shadow. You wanted to disappear, you wished your limbs didn't feel so heavy so you could cover your face. You felt mortified, you felt ashamed. You wanted to be held. You wanted to be alone. But you couldn't stand the idea of either of them leaving, couldn’t stand the thought of Jack lifting off of you or Robby stepping away from the room, even while every part of you felt too exposed, your legs still open, your skin too sensitive where the sheets touched it, your chest heaving against Jack’s.
"Robby, brother, maybe you—"
"It's alright—just keep talking to her."
You could feel Jack lean down, lips against your ear, could hear his soothing nothings even as you hiccuped and sobbed, your chest feeling tight, your throat scraping against the sound of your cries. It was too much and too overwhelming, the mattress under your back, Jack’s weight over you, the damp press of his mouth at your temple, Robby’s voice from the corner with that steadiness that made the room feel less like it was tilting as he spoke in hushed tones to his fellow attending.
"Sweetheart, can you hear me? Listen," Jack said into your ear, his arms coming around you tightly, holding you to his chest. He was still inside of you, your legs still fallen open. "You're okay, you're such a good girl. Listen to me."
You only had half a mind to listen, your eyes still glued to the ceiling, your body sunken deep into the bed like you could never find your way out. As if a pit had opened in the covers and you'd fallen down into it, their voices far, far away up above. They kept talking, but you could hardly make out the words at all, only soothing cander, Jack’s gentle breath against your skin, Robby’s lower voice, the sound of your own breathing coming in broken little pulls that didn’t feel like enough air to live on.
This drop was like none you'd had before. Usually it came after the sex entirely, sometimes even days later. But this—the during—it was too much. There was no little pause where your body understood the scene had changed. The pleasure had crested, shattered, and then opened straight into panic, with no seam between one feeling and the next. Your body still thought it was being asked for more, still fluttering around Jack, still shaking from the release, while your mind had gone soft and frightened and far away.
"Answer me, sweetheart." Jack whispered.
A choked sob came out of you, and you finally were able to form a word: "W-what?"
"I asked if you could hear me."
"Y-yes." you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, gulping in air, their voices becoming a little clearer, Jack’s hand finally settling at the back of your head instead of moving everywhere at once.
"Have her hold onto you—" you could just barely hear Robby's voice from the corner.
"Put your arms around me, sweetheart." Jack said gently in your ear. "Like this," and he brought one arm from around you and lifted yours around his neck, his fingers so gentle as he rubbed the skin there.
"That's a good girl, other arm too," Jack said, repositioning his hand beneath you to lift the other around his neck, "That's it."
Robby's voice was muffled behind you, "There you go. Let her just breathe, then we can check in."
"Deep breath, sweet girl, c'mon now, breathe with me, I've got you, you're safe, you're doing so good."
You shakily let air depress out of you, inhaling again slowly, even if it was a little uneven. Your mind started to come back to you in pieces: the sheet bunched under your shoulder, Jack’s hair caught between your fingers, the warm weight of him, the damp place on his neck where a cold sweat had broken out. Fresh tears no longer fell from your face, only clinging to your lashes when you blinked.
"That's it, what a good listener. Just breathe—"
You felt the mattress dip, two hands up around your face, tilting it back. Robby's eyes found yours, leaning up above you. The light above made a sort of halo around his rumbled hair. Jack's face stayed in the crook of your neck, just whispering praise.
Robby's thumbs soothed across your temple, and he made a show of breathing in and out deeply above you. You matched his rhythm, in through the nose, out the mouth. Long, long breaths until they eventually evened out, until the tight pull in your chest loosened, until the room stopped slipping at the edges and you could see the crease between his brows, the careful set of his mouth, the way he was watching you for every little change.
"Okay," Robby said, leaning back a little, but still sitting on the bed.
Jack pulled away only enough to be able to look down at you, his worried eyes skating across your face, checking your mouth, your eyes, the wet tracks down your cheeks. He still held you around your body, but eased up on the tightness, bringing one hand up to your face to soothe it where Robby's were, his thumb brushing close to the corner of your mouth before dragging back over your cheek.
"I'm okay," you whispered out your next breath, "I'm sorry—"
Both men were shaking their heads before you even finished saying it. "Don't apologize," Jack said gently, leaning down to press a faint kiss to your parted lips, barely there, more breath than anything. "Nothing to be sorry for."
"I must've really—" you breathed in again, breath still a little hard to pull, your chest hitching before it settled, "Really scared you there. It's never…never been like that before."
"Been a long time since we had a drop like that," Robby agreed, his hand now petting the bowl of your skull, fingers moving through the hair at the crown of your head. He tilted his head to find your eyes when you looked up at him, his voice staying even, careful.
"Are you alright? We're going to stop now, okay?"
You breathed in, and the question moved through you slowly, too tender to answer from. Stop sounded like relief. But stop also sounded like this was all your fault. It sounded like Jack pulling away from you, like the room going too quiet and cold. You hadn't even realized your hands had found the back of Jack's hair, wrapping a curl around your index finger, fisting the locks with a weak little grip that made him glance down at your lips before his mouth pulled into a small smile. He looked shaken still, but there, staying right where you had pulled him.
"Okay…maybe just for a little? Can we… cuddle? Maybe watch something?" you finally answered.
"Of course we can." Robby said, and then looked at Jack, nodding.
Jack began to pull away, but the second his weight shifted, the adrenaline in your blood shot up again.
"No—no—no, I'm sorry—I'm sorry, I don't want to stop, please!" you begged.
He stopped immediately, one hand braced beside your head, his face lowering back toward yours. Though he had completely softened, he was still inside of you, and the closeness of him was the only thing keeping your panic from tearing wide open again.
Robby was there in an instant, his hand finding yours before you could curl it into the sheets. "Okay, why don't we do this?" he said, his voice low and close. "I'll hold your hand, and Jack is going to sit back. He's just going to sit on the pillows, honey. He just wants to get comfortable to watch something with us, okay? I'll be right here. I'll hold you."
Your chin was wobbling, and Jack began to pepper more kisses over your face, his mouth touching your cheek, your temple, the wet corner of your eye. "I'm right here, I'm right here, we're not mad at you, sweetheart. You're so special to us, our sweet girl. My sweetheart. I'm just sitting back, you can come with me."
You nodded, though fresh, quiet tears had begun to fall from your face. You felt so silly, so stupid. Crying because he would be apart from you—for what, a second?— crying because you ruined such a good time, something they were enjoying and you had to go and cry about it, had to make both of them stop and look at you with all that worry, had to make Jack’s hands shake when he was only trying to be good to you.
"You're our best girl," Robby cooed as if reading your mind, leaning down to kiss your face, still holding your hand like he promised while Jack slowly pulled away. The air felt cold without him, and you began to cry softly again, your thighs drawing together. Your free hand searched blindly until Jack caught it and brought your knuckles to his mouth before fulling sitting back. While one hand was held in Robby's, his other continued to pet at the crown of your head soothing you gently, whispering praise and kissing your face.
"Okay," Jack exhaled against the headboard, shifting up onto the pillows, one arm already opening for you. "C'mere, come cuddle me, sweetheart."
Robby lifted you into a seated position, keeping one hand at your back until you had your bearings. The room tipped for a second, your head still light from crying, the duvet half rumbled around your hips, and then you were climbing up the bed into Jack, koala-ing yourself to him, tucking yourself into the arm he held open. He lifted the covers around you so you could get warm, his arm snug around you as you fell into him, your cheek pressing against his chest, your fingers finding the fabric at his side and holding there. It felt good, just skin on skin like that.
Robby got up with a groan as his knees cracked, standing and heading for the door.
"Robby—" you croaked, your eyes widening in panic.
He was quick to come over and lean over the bed, fists holding him up so he could lower himself to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek bone. "I'm coming right back. Just getting you some water, honey. Stay here with Jack."
His dark eyes found Jack when he pulled away, something silent passing between them. Jack’s hand moved over your back slowly, answering it without words, and Robby nodded before he lifted himself from the bed and headed for the hallway.
You felt Jack's warm kiss to the top of your head, his hand rubbing soothing circles along your spine. You tucked in closer to him, your arm draped around his middle and cheek pressed to the bare warmth of his chest. Neither of you spoke for a long moment. The room had gone quiet enough that you could hear the soft drag of his palm over your back, the shift of the blanket where it was tucked around your shoulders, the faint sound of Robby opening a cabinet in the kitchen. Jack kept his mouth near your hair, kissing you there a few more times, and you held onto him tighter when your breathing stuttered again.
Robby was back soon, three glasses of water balanced between two hands, his steps careful so the rims didn’t knock together. He bent to hand one to Jack, and put the other two on the bedside table, beside the lamp and the little mess of tissues already pulled from the box for you. Jack brought his glass down to you, holding it until your hands found it, and you sat up just enough to sip lightly at the rim.
The cool water slipped down your throat, and you felt it all the way into your chest, cutting through the heat that had climbed into your blood. Your hands were still a little unsteady around the glass, so Jack kept his fingers near yours, ready to catch it without taking it from you.
It had been such a deep drop, deeper than you knew what to do with, but the room was starting to come back now: the weight of the covers over you, Jack’s arm behind your shoulders, Robby sitting down on the edge of the mattress again, the glass leaving a cold ring of damp against your palm. You felt yourself beginning to climb out of that far-away place finally, leaning into their closeness.
Robby's arm came around you so that you were positioned between the two men, and you snuggled up closer to Jack, your leg hooking over his.
"Let's put on some of The Office, huh?" Robby murmured from behind you, "how's that sound?"
You nodded, "Good."
You saw the crinkles around Jack's eyes deepen as he gave you a small smile, leaning down to kiss your forehead once again. "I think Robby is feeling a little lonely, sweetheart, mind if he cuddles up too?"
"Yes, please," you said, turning your chin to look over your shoulder.
Robby grinned down at you, his other hand coming to rest on your hip as he leaned into the curve of your back. He kissed the crest of your shoulder before hooking his chin over it, eyes on the screen, scrolling through the list of episodes.
After a while, with the TV screen flashing blues and grays over the three of you, you had finally settled in, and your mind began to remind you of what had just happened.
"I'm sorry." you whispered into Jack's chest, because the words kept sitting there in your mouth, in your head, stirring around all useless and heavy and gnawing.
Robby's hand moved over your hip beneath the covers. "Honey."
"I know," you said, voice cracking. "I know you said it's okay, I just…"
Your throat tightened again before you could finish. You swallowed around the lump forming again, squeezing your eyes shut. Jack's arm tightened around you, and you felt the press of his mouth into the crown of your head.
"You're allowed to cry." Robby said from behind you, his voice low near your ear. "You don't have to stop yourself. It's okay that you cried earlier too. It's just release, honey."
Your face crumpled at that, embarrassed by how badly you needed permission for something already happening again.
"It'll feel good to cry a little." he murmured. "You had a big night. Your body doesn't know what to do with all of it yet."
You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as more tears slipped out. Jack's thumb moved over your upper arm slowly, while Robby's hand stayed warm as it snaked around your belly to pull you into him. There was no space where you weren't comforted, held, known. Neither of them rushed you. Neither of them tried to make you talk your way out of it.
"You did so good." Jack said quietly.
Your mouth trembled harder, and you pushed your face into his side to hide.
"I don't feel good." you admitted.
"S'the drop talking," Robby murmured, as if it wasn't meant for you, and then, his lips went to your ear, "You're the best girl, honey. You were so good, you listened to well, took those four weeks so well. You're just a little overwhelmed, huh? Lots of emotions."
You nodded.
Jack's cheek rested against the top of your head. "What do you need, sweetheart?"
You didn't know. You were not sure you could pull together an answer better than this, than the covers and their bodies around you and the distant smell of sex still in the room, Robby's warms arm around your belly and Jack's at your shoulders and his heartbeat against your cheek.
"This." you whispered finally.
Robby's hand squeezed you. "Then this is what you get."
Jack kissed your forehead again. "We're not going anywhere."
Somewhere between Jack's fingers moving gently through your hair and Robby's breathing going slow against your back, your eyes closed, and you fell asleep tucked between them.
cw. dom!dennis, squirting, some praise, not proofread
“been waitin’ to taste you all day,” dennis mutters, sliding your panties down your legs and letting them fall to the floor.
“my shift went on longer than expected,” you say, your voice quiet.
“i don’t care about any of that… jus’ want you,” he replies, parting your thighs.
dennis settles himself between you, his soft curls grazing your flesh as he leans in.
his tongue meets your folds and he licks a stripe along your soaked cunt, his nose nudging your sensitive bud.
he lets himself lap at your pussy a little longer before shifting his attention to your aching clit. he wraps his lips around it, swirling his tongue across the bundle of nerves and applying light pressure.
a soft moan leaves your mouth before you bite down on your bottom lip, not wanting to be too loud.
meanwhile, dennis’ hand inches closer to your core, and before you know it, a finger is slowly inserted inside you.
that elicits a gasp from you.
dennis still has his mouth on your clit when he curls his finger, your body immediately reacting to the action.
“dennis… ‘s so good,” you tell him, your back arching off the bed.
“yeah?” he murmurs, finally letting your swollen bud rest a bit.
he looks up, reveling in the view before him—you, brows furrowed, jaw agape, and eyes sewn shut in pleasure.
“‘m close…!” you whimper.
he adds a second finger in, doing the same thing as before and curling it so it hits your sweet spot.
“let go for me baby,” he says.
at his words, your grip on his hair tightens and your body trembles with ecstasy. you feel an unknown liquid gush out of you, but you’re too caught up in the satisfaction to even realize it.
dennis watches in awe as you completely drench the bedsheets beneath you.
“fuckin’ hell,” he whispers. “that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.”
heavy breaths leave your chest as you come down from your high and you prop yourself up on your elbow, gazing down at him. “i’ve… never done that before,” you mutter, almost shy.
“oh baby, you just boosted my ego with that sentence.” he gives your thigh a squeeze.
his thumb finds your clit, rubbing lazy circles onto the sensitive skin. you jerk at his touch.
“you think you can go one more for me?”
“denny…”
dennis doesn’t let you respond before he’s already convincing you. “come on… just one more. you’re my good girl, right?”
you nod.
“atta girl,” he presses a light kiss to your inner thigh.
his thumb stays on your bud while he gently enters a finger into your cunt.
“you’re so beautiful like this, you know that?” he whispers, his eyes never leaving your face.
you’re still sensitive from earlier, so the pleasure almost immediately comes back to you.
“f…fuck—i’m already so close,” you stammer.
dennis doesn’t respond, instead continuing with his motions while watching your expression.
“keep doing that, just like that,” you tell him.
he nods in acknowledgment and does as you say.
it doesn’t take long for you to finish.
you throw your head back as an absolutely pornographic moan escapes your lips. dennis retracts his hands from you as you squirt for the second time, already feeling himself get hard at the sole sight of it.
he swallows thickly. “jesus, honey. you gotta do that more often,” he murmurs, a slight teasing tone in his voice.
“shut up…” you mumble.
note. somebody requested this but my dumbass accidentally answered it when i meant to make it a draft so i lost the request… regardless here it is! hopefully that person sees this lol. fyi i am not familiar with the topic of squirting so pls spare me😭
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drabble synopsis 𓂃 ໒꒱ you accidentally kick jack in the crotch while you’re asleep, and he’s left questioning whether he’ll ever recover. (0.7k)
pairing 𓂃 ໒꒱ jack abbot x fem!reader.
content 𓂃 ໒꒱ established relationship, fluff, sleepy antics, dry jack humour.
Jack had come to the conclusion that you somehow became an entirely different person once you fell asleep.
Awake, you were always looking for him. Whether it was your hand finding his while you watched a movie or absentmindedly leaning against him while you brushed your teeth, you always seemed to gravitate towards him without thinking.
Asleep, however, you were a genuine hazard.
It never started that way. Every night, you’d curl into his side, stealing his body heat and mumbling something incoherent before drifting off. He’d lie awake for another ten or fifteen minutes, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing until he was certain you were asleep.
Then the adventure began.
Sometimes you stole every inch of the blanket. Other nights, you’d somehow end up lying across the mattress at an angle that defied basic human anatomy. More than once he’d woken up with your arm thrown over his face or your foot pressed into his ribs, leaving him wondering how someone so peaceful looking could move so much without ever waking.
Jack usually found it amusing.
Usually.
Tonight was no different.
You’d fallen asleep tucked beneath his arm, one hand loosely gripping the front of his shirt as if letting go wasn’t an option. Jack smiled to himself, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before settling back into the pillows. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the occasional hum of the heater and your soft breathing against his chest.
It didn’t take long before he started drifting off himself, but then you moved.
At first, it was nothing more than a sleepy stretch, your shoulder nudging against his side before your legs shifted beneath the blankets.
Jack barely noticed.
The next movement came out of nowhere.
Your knee drove straight up between his legs.
The air disappeared from his lungs so quickly he wasn’t even sure he’d made a sound until a strangled groan escaped him. Every muscle in his body locked as he instinctively curled forward, one hand gripping the comforter while the other clamped over his face.
“Jesus…”
The sound startled you awake almost instantly. You blinked blearily into the darkness, pushing yourself up on one elbow, your hair sticking out in every direction as you looked over at him.
“Jack?” you mumbled. “What’s wrong?”
He stayed exactly where he was for another few seconds, taking one slow, painful breath before finally answering.
“…You got me.”
Your brows knitted together in sleepy confusion. “Whhat do you mean?”
“You kneed me.”
You frowned, still trying to wake yourself up, “where?”
Jack slowly cracked one eye open to look at you. “If I have to answer that, I’m even more concerned.”
It took a second before the realisation crashed into you, “oh my god.” Your hand flew to your mouth as your eyes widened. “Jack, I’m so sorry.”
“I know you didn’t mean to,” he said, finally managing to lean back against the headboard. He let out a slow breath, still wincing. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
You were already reaching for his arm, your brows pinched together with guilt. “I was asleep, I swear. I didn’t even know I moved.”
“I know.” He turned his hand over so your fingers laced together, giving yours a small squeeze. “You’re okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’ll survive.”
You searched his face for a second, trying to figure out whether he was saying that just to make you feel better. “Are you sure?”
Jack glanced down at the blankets, then back at you, one corner of his mouth twitching despite himself as he shrugged. “I’d still like to have kids with you someday, babe,” he said dryly. “So maybe we retire the flying knees.”
A horrified noise left you before another apology could tumble out, but Jack was already chuckling under his breath.
“Hey.” He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear before tugging you back against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m kidding.”
“You better be.”
“I am.” His hand resumed its lazy path up and down your back, waiting until he felt you finally relax against him. He let the room fall quiet again, listening to your breathing even out as you settled against him.
After a moment, he looked down at you with a smile he couldn’t quite hide. As much as he knew he probably shouldn’t, he couldn’t help slipping in one last joke. “I’m still trying to cope with the fact my girlfriend nearly ended my bloodline in her sleep.”
“Jack,” you murmured in warning, your eyes still closed.
He only laughed, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before settling comfortably back into the pillows with you tucked against his side.
There's a law that all hybrids must be owned by a registered caretaker. The law was originally supposed to be a good thing, to keep hybrids off the streets and in proper homes with good care. But as with many things, the government fucked up and only went halfway. They established the law and enforce it, but don't do any of the work to ensure the hybrids end up in good homes.
Robby told everyone he was taking a sabbatical. Really he just needed a fucking break from everything. He stayed home and rotted on his couch for the first week or so. Too exhausted to properly take care of himself. After that, he got lonely.
One night, at about 2 in the morning, Robby awoke to an ad running on the TV. It was one of those sad shelter dog commercials showing poor little helpless hybrids behind bars. He rolled over on the couch, but couldn't go back to sleep.
Maybe that would be his solution. Most of all, he wanted to feel needed by someone. Maybe he'd rescue one of those poor souls and give it a shot. He'd never really been into hybrid play much, but if the pup didn't wanna go there, he wouldn't force it.
The next day, Robby took a shower (his first one all week) and put on some fresh clothes. As he grabbed his keys, he noticed how messy the townhouse was, so he spent about 45 minutes sprucing up the place. It wasn't perfect, but it hopefully wouldn't horrify the pup when he brought it home.
At the pound, the worker asked some preliminary questions about his job, marital status, finances, and living situation. In almost no time at all, he got a green stamp on his file and was cleared as a registered owner. The next step was finding a good match to adopt.
They asked him some questions about his preferences and Robby started to get a little antsy. Do you want one that can talk? Strapping stud or twink? How young?
He really wasn't sure what he wanted, so he asked if he could just walk through the kennels and see what came of it. As he was strolling down the aisle, he was growled at, barked at, and even pissed at. Jumping away from the stream, his back slammed into the kennel on the other side of the aisle. The bars clattered loudly and a small whimper emerged from behind him.
Robby turned around and was met with the sight of a thin, pale hybrid with big, sad blue eyes. His hair was a dirty blonde, dull and cropped short by staff for cleanliness. A pair of golden ears flopped on his head as the boy curled up in the corner again.
"Hey there." Robby knelt down, trying to make himself appear less intimidating.
The hybrid perked his head up and sniffed the air once, twice, before hesitantly crawling closer. His blue eyes were wide with mistrust and sadness and Robby's heart shattered at the sight.
"It's okay, you can come closer. I won't hurt you. My name is Robby. Can you speak?"
The hybrid assessed him for a moment, before crawling even closer and nodding his head. Robby glanced to the shelter worker, silently asking if he could go into the kennel. She nodded and took a step back to give them a moment. A sad smile appeared on her face as she saw their longest shelter resident finally getting some interest from a potential adopter.
Robby unclipped the external latch and slowly swung the kennel door open, unsure if the hybrid would bolt or cower in the corner. To his pleasant surprise, the boy did neither. He sat up and cocked his head to the side, giving him a goofy look as his ears flopped on his head.
Robby held out his hand for the boy to sniff. The hybrid leaned in closer, his eyes watching Robby's movements carefully as he brought his head down to Robby's hand. To Robby's surprise, he nudged his head against Robby's fingers, asking to be pet. Robby instantly smiled and started scratching behind his ears. The hybrid lit up like a light and his tail full of golden curls flopped out from where it was tucked and started swishing in the air.
"Can you tell me your name?" Robby asked as the hybrid rolled onto his back, exposing his belly as a sign of trust.
"Dennis, b-but sometimes people call me Denny."
"Okay, Denny. Do you want to come home with me?"
Dennis instantly shot up to his feet and dove into Robby's lap, rubbing his body all over the man. His tail was like a helicopter and his eyes were brimming with tears.
it's 3am and you've gotten up to pee when you notice that your husband pope cody is not in his usual spot next to you in the bed.
you turn on the lamp next to your bed, wake yourself up a bit, and then head out into the hallway to find where your husband has ended up, and that's when you see him.
he's taken a chair from your dining room table and set it up outside of your daughter's door. he's sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, his posture straight, and once he notices you in the hallway he moves his gaze up to you.
"andrew?" you question, "what are you doing?"
"she's been having trouble sleeping," is all he says to explain what he's doing. he's not wrong, the past couple of nights your daughter has inevitably ended up in your bed. you've woken up in the middle of the night due to her cold feet pressing into your legs as she shuffles in between you and pope.
when you ask her in the morning she'll tell you that she had a bad dream, and you don't think the way the light from her window casts a shadow on her closet door helps either.
"so you're going to sit here all night?" you ask.
"i wasn't going to sleep anyway," he says, "i'm here if she needs me." you walk closer to him and run your hands through his hair, taking a second to admire your husband and his heart full of so much love.
"do you need anything?" you ask, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. "i can get you a blanket? a snack?"
"i'm fine," he says, but you disappear down the hallway and towards your living room anyway. when you return, you have a blanket in your hand.
"i could've gotten that myself."
"i know," you put the blanket in his lap. you know he's too stubborn to let you do things for him, but that doesn't stop you from doing them.
"i'll be in bed if you need me," you leave him with a kiss and head back to your bedroom.
꒰ . ₊˚⊹♡ JACK IN :: “you would be a fun night for sure” . ꒱
tags: p in v unprotected, jack talking dirty helllooooo, fucking your boss, just porn lol
a/n: this come from a comment in a tiktok lol! also a line from his quinn audio made a cameo, lets see if any of you catch it...not proofread at all. sorry if this is sloppy im sick...
it starts off with a tipsy comment from your part when some of the night and day shift go out for drinks.
“you would be a fun night for sure.”
its a stupid comment that you should never say to your attending. not if you dont want to get fired. but jack would never fire you, he cant get enough of you. probably why you and him are cooped up in the corner of the booth everyone else is in, his shoulders pressed awfully close against yours and your faces dangerously close as well.
he doesn't speak for a moment, simply stares at you. that stare that makes you want to crawl inside your skin. you're afraid he might of been put off by it, grossed out that a girl more than ten years younger than him, a girl who's under his wing, sees him that way.
but he doesn't lean away, instead, that stupidly hot grin of his starts forming, raising his hand up to take a sip of his beer, but not before muttering; “want to test it out?”
so now here you are, in jack abbot's house, your bosses house. being eaten out against the door. your dress is hitched up to your hips, purse thrown on the floor while he's on his knees—which is definitely not good on his knee—with his nose and mouth deep in your pussy.
he just couldn't wait till you guys got to his room, he's been needing to have a taste of you. and you didn't disappoint at all. as sweet and tasty as he's imagined every night in his bed with his cock in his hand. he really can't believe he's finally tasting you.
“jackkk!” you mewl, hips bucking against his face as your hands tug on his curls. “so good..so fuckin' good baby.” you can hear and feel him say against you. the vibrations almost sending you over the edge. and when he finally pulls away? you whine, chest heaving as you watch him straighten up. “come on lets go to bed..” he grabs your waist, guiding you around his house to his bedroom. internally cussing himself out for not being able to carry you, but he doesn't exactly trust his prosthetic, not after putting a strain on it.
once inside his room, he presses his lips against you. allowing you to taste yourself in his tongue. your hands go up and down his chest, feeling his hard muscles and his tummy. “jack...” you moan out, being awfully needy.
but how you could you not? the same guy that you been fantasizing about since you joined the pitt. “i know sweetheart i know...” he coos into your mouth, gently placing you down on the bed, his thick fingers working on your back to take your zipper down.
you shiver, hands clenching around his biceps. he works slowly, painstakingly so to take your dress off, his eyes trailing up and down your body. once the dress is on the floor, he pulls away to take his shirt and pants off.
you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. he's so big, thick. you can see his print in his grey boxers. it makes you so weak. he crawls over you, his broad frame covering you almost completely as you wrap your arms around his neck. “ill show you a good night.” he whispers, smirking while placing wet kisses on your jaw and down to your chest.
he doesn't really bother getting you prepared, he did that minutes ago against the door. he simply takes his cock out of his boxers, slapping his tip against your clit. the rush of pride he feels when hearing your tiny gasps is a bit pathetic. but he continues, prodding your entrance with his tip.
“jackieee please please-” you whine, tugging at his hair again. god, you're making him discover new things about himself with the way he gets harder each time u tug at his hair. “stop being such a fuckin' tease..”
he smirks even more, one hand next to your head, gripping the bed sheets. “you dont have to beg me to fuck you,” he slams into you, burying his face into your neck. “im going to.” you gasp against his shoulder, nails clawing at his back. his pace is relentless from the start, working his mouth against your neck while pounding into you.
if you werent already dumb down by his cock, you would think you're in heaven with the way he's moaning, whimpering and groaning into your ear. it doesn't help that he's incredibly warm, so you're actively going limp in his arms while he fucks you.
“god sweetheart im so–” he lifts his head up, rough hand wrapping around your neck. you moan louder, eyes rolling back. a breathless laugh escapes his lips, dropping his head back beside your head. “you're so fucking tight baby. i can feel you squeezing me.”
you moan in response, hands leaving his back to wrap around his wrist. “you want my cock that bad, baby? tell me how bad you want it.” he's talking so filthy, he's never talked like that. not with his wife (may she rest in peace) or with the random girls he hooked up with after his wife's passing.
you babble, you fucking babble because you're so fucked out. “dirty girl...” he breathes against your cheek, face smooshed against yours. he's sloppy now, chasing your and his orgasm while trying to keep his composure enough to keep talking to you. “squeezing my cock like a good girl. such a good girl, my girl.”
he groans, unwrapping his hand around your neck to pull you closer into his arms. your face smooshing against his chest for him to be able to hold you as he pleases. "i can feel you squeezing me. you're close, arent you baby?”
you nod helplessly against his chest, nails digging into his sides as your moans turn muffled against his chest. “come with me, together.” with one final, sloppy thrust, you both come. the room is filled with whimpers from both of you, the bed stops creaking as he peppers kisses against yours forehead.
“you did so good, so good sweetheart.” he whispers against your forehead, slowly pulling out of you. his seed spills out of you, his fingers scooping it up to put it back inside. “you took me so well.” he continues praising you, causing you to smile. although very weakly.
you're both lucky you're on the pill, with how much he released into you you're sure you could've gotten pregnant immediately. he raises his head, rough, clammy hand brushing your hair out of your face. “dont get soft on me, old man.” you let out weakly, trying to regain energy.
“soft on you?” he says roughly, spreading your legs again, hooking them over his shoulders. “i told you ill show you a fun night, didnt i?” he leans down, causing you to whimper.
synopsis: Your boyfriend is really really pent up after a fight and needs a little stress relief. Would you help him out? :(
cw: blurb, nsfw (dirty talk, manhandling, unprotected p in v, creampie, prone position, asphyxiation by pope’s fat ass, he has you in a chokehold, but do not actually choke), s4 beefed up pope, smurf mentioned ONCE
You sunk into the soft cushion of the sunbed, one of many splayed across the backyard at the Cody's. Yet, you were not in fact sunbathing, but quietly admiring the naked back of your stupidly handsome boyfriend. Slightly tanned skin, peppered with irregular freckles, glistering under California's scorching sun – the toned muscles of Pope’s body shifted under his skin as he worked hard in the garden.
You chewed onto your lower lip, getting all worked up just from the sight of him.
Since Pope had taken another “side gig”, he had gained some healthy weight and muscle mass. Despite still being rough on the edges, having some unfinished business with Smurf, you found Pope even more pleasant to cling to. With your presence nearby, he instantly turns softer, gentler, more aware of his physical strength.
Your Andrew.
And you’d be more than happy to massage his tensed shoulders after a long, stressful day then place a warm meal before him. Sitting in Pope’s lap as he ate, listening to the nature documentaries playing in the background.
Pope had returned home after another fight covered in red scratches and bruises. The scent of his sweat still lingering in the air as he stepped into your shared bedroom. No cologne, but simply the smell of his deodorant and musk.
Normally, you would tend to his injuries first, kiss his bloody knuckles clean, before hopping together in the shower. But something about your boyfriend felt different. Eyes darkening, looking at you like a piece of cake. Only then did you notice the bulging tent in Pope’s sweats.
Oh.
Before you could even register what was happening, he was all over you. Muscular chest crushing your breasts, lips hungrily chasing yours, tongue invading mouth, his body firmly guiding yours toward the messy bed. Sometime along the way, your clothes were discarded and forgotten onto the floor.
Pope gently nudged you forward and you crawled onto the mattress. A pair of his strong hands grabbed onto your hips firmly and pulled you underneath him. You barely managed to squeal in surprise as he was already pushing the swollen head of his cock between your legs, precum dribbling onto the back of your thighs.
— Aw, fuck! — You mewled, chewing on your lower lip as Pope sank into your tight pussy in one, excruciatingly long thrust.
Shit, he always made you feel that funny tingling in your lower stomach, feet curling as he just slid his fat lenght in. No matter how many times you two had sex before, every time was deliciously driving you delirious.
He was already panting, right next to your temple – his warm breath tickling your cheek. One, thick arm wrapped around your neck, holding you close, where he needed you. His tummy fit like a puzzle into the small curve of your lower back as Pope began to thrust into you. Toned thighs on both sides of your legs, the swell of his cock sliding through your gummy walls, rubbing all the right places.
— Andy~ — You whined softly. Hips tilting and arching slightly changing the angle just how you liked it. — My Andy.
You loved everything about your boyfriend – especially when every roll of his hips was igniting a flame deep within you, that was slowly blinding your vision with stars.
One of Pope’s many secrets would be that he deeply cherished his girlfriend’s affection and endless praises for how strong and manly he was. It would drive Pope even more crazy, that he had such a pretty thing like you all for himself.
As the pleasure grew and grew, his skin sticking to your spine, you allowed yourself to slowly drift into that sweet oblivion, cheeks sinking into the meat of his arm that has been wrapped just under your chin. Soft moans echoed through the room, the veiny underside of his cock dragging along your throbbing walls.
— ‘m sorry, baby. Needed you badly. — Pope murmured, breath hitching, as you clenched onto the sensitive head of his cock.
You knew he preferred taking his sweet time and the fun of prolonged, overstimulating foreplay, making sure you’re wet and aroused enough to take him without discomfort he had a big dick.
But to be honest? You began to like it, when he carelessly just pushed his cock inside of you, releasing all of the pent up energy he had through the day. You were more than happy to help your boyfriend with all the stress his family has caused.
And if this was a remedey? Fuck, you'll need another dose.
— Did you win?
— O-Of course I did. – His thrusts became sloppy, the rhythm long abandoned. Pope nuzzled the side of your head, most of his body weight resting on top of you. He rubbed against you, hoping that your scent, your perfumes, will stick to him. So he can feel your presence throughout the next day.
— 'm proud, Andy~
You said on an exhale, most air escaping from your lungs as his heavy mass, grinded you into the mattress below.
— Fuck, I– I’m gonna–
— ‘s okay, Andy. You can come inside.
His sweet, precious angel.
There were days when Pope still couldn’t believe that you were real, that he was so blessed to have such a good girlfriend. That he deserved someone like you – taking care of him in every way. Even now, as you lay splayed out beneath him, asking him to fill you up.
It didn't take much more for Pope and after a couple more, frantic rolls of his hips, he reached his peak. His whole body tensed, mouth parted and he moaned. His warm seed flooded your pussy as you peppered his elbow that was tucked under your chin with kisses.
— Love you so much, baby. — Pope tilted his head as he kissed the skin between your eyebrow and an upper eyelid.
you settled into bed with your book propped on your knees. the sheets were cool and soft. pope slid in right behind you, pressing his chest to your back and shifting until his cheek was flush against yours. his face nestled there, eyes scanning the same page you were on, breath tickling your skin. you turned the page slowly and he adjusted without a word, arms looped loosely around your middle, fingers resting still on your stomach.
the room was quiet except for the faint rustle of paper and the shared rhythm of your breathing. you kept reading, focused on the story, while his warmth seeped into you and his lashes brushed your cheek every so often when he blinked.
later at lunch you carried your plate to the table but pope was already seated, patting his thigh once. you slid onto his lap without comment, settling comfortably as his arms wrapped fully around your waist, hands clasped over your belly. he held you close, chin resting on your shoulder while you ate, fork moving steadily from plate to mouth.
his hold stayed firm but gentle, thumbs occasionally stroking small arcs over your shirt, never interrupting. you focused on each bite, chewing thoughtfully, the weight of him grounding and familiar behind you. he said nothing, just breathed evenly, content to keep you anchored there until the plate was empty.
afterward you moved to the living room for laundry. the couch was piled with clean clothes. you stood sorting and folding while pope sat on the edge of the cushion right behind you. his arms circled your body, hugging your hips, and he leaned forward until his head rested on the curve of your ass, cheek pressed softly against the fabric of your pants. you kept working, hands smoothing shirts and pairing socks with the practiced motions from you.
the ironing board was set up nearby and you shifted slightly to reach it, pressing wrinkles out of a blouse with steady sweeps of the iron. pope moved with you, arms never loosening, his head staying nestled there like it belonged, quiet and heavy in the best way. the scent of fresh laundry filled the air and the low hum of the iron was the only sound besides your occasional soft exhale.
he clung without speaking, simply holding on as you finished each piece, his presence warm and constant through every fold and press. and the whole afternoon passed like that, easy and close to you, his silent attachment making every ordinary task feel completely wrapped in him.
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pope has been out all day on a job for smurf, and he’s completely exhausted. he’s spent the whole day fighting and getting his hands dirty, and right now all he really wants is to be with his girl.
when he walks into your room, he finds you curled up in bed, already asleep. you look so soft, so pretty for him, he can’t help but crawl in next to you and kiss you awake. his lips trail along your neck and up to your ear, so he can whisper, “hey, baby, i’m home.”
it takes a few moments, but eventually you stir, your bleary eyes squinting at him as they focus. “oh… hi andy…” you tug him closer and close your eyes, already falling back asleep. “missed you…”
pope smiles, “yeah, missed you too, sweetheart.” he pulls the blankets away slowly to find you in just his t-shirt and a pair of thin panties. they’re already wet. “oh, you did miss me, didn’t you?”
you hide your face in his neck, “mhm…” while his hand trails up to your inner thighs. you let out a gasp and start to shut them but he murmurs, “no, baby, it’s okay. just wanna play a bit, yeah?” this just makes you more shy, but he pushes gently, “i’ll go slow, promise. just wanna feel you…”
you don’t stop him, so he plays with you a bit, just like he said he would. just gently rubbing over your panties, getting you ready for him.
by the time he’s undoing his belt and stepping out of his trousers, you’re face down on the bed, hugging his pillow, all sleepy and pliant the way he wanted you. so when he starts fucking into you from behind, you have no complaints, you’re right where you want to be.
thoughts of going to sleep in the cutest nighties, which always makes for morning sex with jack <3
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the way you’ll be making a pot of coffee after slipping out of bed, not wanting to wake jack after he’d finally gotten a day off, but he’ll be behind you with his hands in your hips, pressing his lips to your neck five minutes later.
“morning, baby,” he’d rasp, his hard cock pressing against your bottom through his thin pajama pants. like every other morning, you already saw where this was going.
“jack,” you whined with a giggle, pressing the button on the coffee machine to start its brewing. “it’s too early.”
“never too early, honey,” jack said. you didn’t have to turn to know he was already freeing his dick from his boxers, ready to repeat what was now your morning ritual. he pulled your nightgown up slowly to reveal the sweetest sight—no underwear.
“can’t expect me to behave when you dress like this, baby,” jack grunted. without another word, he’d slip inside your needy pussy and fill you to the brim, caging you in with his hands on either side of the counter. “now you have to take it.”
and as he’d start to rut deep inside you, ready to fuck you dizzy like always, it’d occur to you that the coffee might have to wait. . .
cw: smut | 18+, x fem!reader, daddy & sweetheart prob used too much.
the second jack came home for his nap before shift, clad in only his camo print cargos and a black t shirt that stretched deliciously across his arms, his chest and his belly. you are on him.
crashing your lips against his in fever, your hands pawing at his pecs. “well good afternoon to you too baby” he chuckles into the kiss as he drops his shoulder letting his camo sack fall at the front door. “you look s’ good daddy m’sorry” you whine out against his mouth as his large arms wrap around your torso. “thank you baby” he hums.
“missed you so much sweetheart you were asleep when i left” groaning as he holds you tighter to his body while you lick into his mouth.
lifting you off the floor a tad he’s walking the two of you over to the couch, falling back with a small hmpf from the pain in his injured shoulder before pulling you to straddle his lap. “missed you more, are you sureee you havveeee to work tonight” you whine, dragging your words as your nails run up the back of his neck through his silver curls.
“yup still gotta work, sorry sweetheart” he smiles against your lips when you huff. “s’ okay baby daddy has some time before then” he coos, rubbing a hand down your back as you pull away from the kiss finally.
your spit slick swollen lips form a pout. “nuh-uh don’t gimme that, pouty girls don’t get daddy’s cock” he tsks watching as your quickly wipe the facial expression away, “sorry daddy” you grumble out.
“it’s okay baby, c’mere” he grabs at your cheeks, squishing your face to peck your lips softly. “gonna be my good girl?” he prompts, holding your face inches from his as your hands tug his tucked shirt out of his pants. you nod eagerly making the older man smirk, “there’s my girl”
jack lets you pull off his t-shirt, him yanking your sweat shorts off your legs before his hands returning to holding you on his lap. grabbing onto your hips and thumbs rubbing back and forth at your waist.
“you know was wondering where this shirt went” he comments referring to you wearing an over sized band shirt of his. it’s your favorite to lounge around the house in, you liked being in jack’s colthes and smelling like him when he’s out. all you give him is a shy smile before his hands slink up your body pushing the shirt up to strip it off you.
his eyes catch on your bra, its a regular t-shirt bra but instead of a solid color it’s camouflage print that’s cupping your tits.
“well look at that sweetheart, we match” he teases as your hips rut your aching soaked pussy against the camo covered bulge in his cargos.
tmi: i’m wearing a camo print bra and that’s why i thought of this. anyway i have a headache and i want jack abbot bad.
tags: jack abbot x reader, mirror sex, piv-sex, NSFW 18+ MDNI
notes: guess who listened to "yes, chef" for the first time ever! so I took that little bit of Grant's fantasy about mirror sex and wrote this for jack and as smut homework for @oxalaia-quilombensis (I hope I get an a+ for this), tags are below the cut at the end, please enjoy!
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A thin, glistening strand of drool connected your lips to the duvet as your cheek brushed into the soft fabric with a rhythmic motion of back and forth. One calloused hand kept you steady, your hips up, knees and front pressed deep into the bed, while the other splayed between your shoulder blades with a firm downward pressure to keep you in position.
Fuzzy pleasure shrouded any attempt at bringing a thought to the front of your mind, keeping you warm and pliant for the body currently kneeled behind you. His grunts twisted and danced with the soft, punched-out breathy moans that escaped your lips with every harsh thrust of his hips.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Through the haze, you desperately tried to remember what Jack had told you right before he bent you at the waist, but all you could focus on was the way his cock pressed so deep into you, you swore you felt him in your throat. You writhed against the duvet in a sweaty mess. Every inch of your skin tingled in an overwhelming heat that clung like the summer sun.
Your head turned as you swallowed down air, your lungs expanding as much as the position could allow. The small, cooling puddle of your drool felt like a relief against your forehead, but the shift had all the motion stopping. A confused whine crawled up your throat, and your hips tried to keep going, but a squeeze of Jack's hand, nails digging into your flesh, made you still against him.
You felt the way he slowly leaned down while the hand that had found purchase at your back slithered up and around your throat, palm finding your chin, lips brushing your ear.
"What did I tell you, huh?" he muttered.
In response, he got another whine, you being too fucked out to even think. All you could feel was pleasure and Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.
He tsked loudly, the sound echoing in your ear. The hand around your neck gave a small squeeze before trailing up far enough to sink into your hair. In one fluid motion, he gripped your roots and tugged, lifting your face enough that you met your own lidded gaze.
Oh.
"Jaacckkk," you raspingly moaned.
He nuzzled at the side of your head, and his nosed bumped against your hairline. His hazel eyes met yours through the reflective glass of the mirror at the end of the bed.
"Thaaaat's iiiit," he drawled out, voice low enough you felt the rumble of his chest at your back.
As he watched you, he slowly drew his hips back before sharply bucking forward, the motion pushing out a short keen from deep in your lungs. But even he wasn't able to act as unaffected as he tried as your walls pulsed around his length.
"Do I need to hold your head until you cum around me, sweetheart?" he grit through his clenched teeth. "Would you like it if I did?"
"Fuck, Jack, please, I—" Your words morphed into a high-pitched moan after he tilted his hips to make his tip hit that soft spot deep inside your cunt. "I'm gonna c-c-c—"
Jack grunted loudly, almost collapsing on top of you at the suddenness of your climax, especially one that ripped through you untouched. His weight deliciously pressed you fully back down into the bed. His left hand planted in the spot next to your face, and he staved off his own high by halting once again, cock buried within your walls.
The air filled with the rhythm of your matching pants. Your body slunked sleepily as you came down, mind a bit clearer than it was before. However, you tensed back up as Jack began resumed his thrusting.
"Jack—"
He yanked your head back up by your roots and met your gaze through the mirror once again. "Gotta give me another one,sweetheart, because you didn't listen. Maybe this time you'll do as you're told and keep your eyes on me."
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“i think i need bigger scrubs now, sweetheart.”
“what was that?” you turned your attention from your vanity to see jack looking at himself in the full-length mirror. you watched him shift his body side to side, analysing — he looked fine to you. you had no idea what he was talking about until you followed his gaze down to his belly.
he ran his hands down his gut, cupped the softness beneath it. he gave it a little jiggle then released it, the recoil made you bite your lip.
it was mainly your fault — your damn cooking and baking were to blame. jack used to live off of subscribing to a meal delivery service. it was ‘okay’ but it was nothing like home-cooked food. apparently he’d rather dedicate his time for yoga and going out for a run.
even jack had gotten a little lazy for those. you insisted on staying in bed for a bit longer to cuddle, or a quickie. you always made too much food, and you always press him to finish his plate. it was a mindset that’s been passed on to you by your grandparents, to ‘clean up your plate’ because ‘someone had taken precious effort to make it for you.’
and there was also a sense of satisfaction to see jack enjoy your cooking. you already felt ‘full’ watching him eat.
you set your brush down and rose from your seat, making your way behind him. you pressed yourself against his back and wrapped your arms around him, your hands barely meeting at his belly. then you rested your cheek against the beef of his arm.
you looked at him seriously through the mirror. “jack–” you started before he interrupted you, “i’m not complaining, just noticing.”
he continued, “it’s just. . .not exactly comfortable, especially when we move around a lot. we’re in the emergency department — it’s like a medical survival show.”
you laughed softly, you agreed. you were ready to admonish him for talking down to himself, you were happy that was not the case. he would be always attractive and sexy in your eyes.
his growing belly excited you so much you didn’t realise you’d started running your hands languidly up and down, kneading and squeezing the fat.
jack looked down to your hands, raising a curious eyebrow. he felt your chest release heavy breaths, he turned his attention back to the mirror. there was a distant look in your eyes, glazed over. your mouth slightly agape. huh.
“uhh, hon? should we head out?”
you snapped out of it at the sound of his deep voice. when you came to, you saw him sporting a tiny smirk. you felt your face heat up with embarrassment.
jack started to connect the dots throughout the night — the way you stared at his stomach when he clasps his hands behind his back during handovers, the gentle pats of praise for his good calls, and, again. . .the containers of food you brought that could be shared between three people, all somehow ending up all for him.
it never occurred to him until now, you’d completely conditioned him into eating more than he usually did. oh well, you wormed your way to his heart through his stomach.
as soon as you locked the door after you got home, jack pulled you into a tight embrace. he’d done it on purpose, holding you against him until you felt his soft belly getting squished between you. you tried really hard to stop the small whimper that escaped you, but he heard it. cat’s out of the bag now.
“anything you wanna tell me, sweetheart?”
“umm. . .” you could sense blood rush to your face with humiliation again. how could you possibly confess the dirty stuff you want to do to his belly? you stood there quiet and frozen in place. you wanted to separate yourself from his grasp, run to the bedroom you share with him, and lock yourself in.
but jack had voiced it out for you. “i saw you eyeing my stomach.” he ran his palms slowly over the exposed skin of your arms, trying to soothe you. “it’s okay. you like it that much?”
“you like that it’s getting bigger? you like seeing the result of your care and how much you love me?” he continued talking, “fuck, baby. . . now that i’m thinking about it, the way you take care of me is making me sooo fucking hard.”
you gasped at his crudity. he suddenly held one of your wrists and placed your hand on the top of the fat, then he led it downwards to his raging hard on. the sound of your whiny moan made his hips buck up.
he rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his heavy pants fan on your lips. jesus, he’s really horny.
“s-show me. fuck—” he didn’t stop thrusting into your hand, he just kept going. “please, baby. please— show me what you wanna do to me.” he sounded absolutely pathetic begging you, and you fucking love it. you could feel yourself soak through your underwear and pants.
“use me.”
you instantly dropped to your knees, you bunched his scrub top and undershirt up until his tummy was revealed to you. you peppered it with open-mouthed kisses, licked it, bit it, sucked a hickey on it — all the while keeping your eye on jack completely losing his mind.
you were never good with talking dirty, instead you showed it through your actions.
you tugged his pants and boxers down, the heaviness of his cock slapping against the plush of his belly. it was, by far, the sexiest sight you’d ever seen.
you gave him one last kiss on the side of his gut before you enveloped the tip of his cock with your mouth. there was no teasing or patience — you pushed yourself towards the base until you could feel your lips kissing his mound.
jack never pressured you into taking all of him, he could cum just by licking on his tip alone. but you wanted to make him feel good and hear him praise you for being such a good girl.
most of all, you wanted to feel the fat of his stomach pressing against your forehead. you squeezed the flesh with your hands, so you could get closer to him as much as possible. if you could choose a way to go, this was it — death by suffocation due to his growing belly. maybe next time you could ask him to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight whilst you lie on the bed.
you pulled away before ramming his dick inside your mouth again a couple more times. your top had darkened because it was drenched with your spit. at some point, you involuntarily started to hump the air. you could reach your orgasm just by sucking him off.
jack had to forcefully pull away, stumbling back, and would’ve fallen on his ass if you hadn’t help stabilise himself. he didn’t want to shoot his load yet, he badly wanted to see what else you’d do to him.
you two had stripped down to nothing along the way. you were sitting on the meat of jack’s thighs and started bouncing on his cock. you placed your hands on his belly, in awe of the way the movement of your hips caused it to ripple.
jack held on to your waist, watching you stare at his abdomen. something awakened inside of him, he adjusted the position of his lower limbs, bended his knees, and rested the soles of his feet on the mattress. he started to pound himself into you, meeting you halfway. the ripples turned into stronger waves, making you moan out loud and sinking your nails into the flesh.
he brought one of his hands to his mouth — biting the back of it as he groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. his voice was muffled when he grunted, “i’m cumming, baby. shit–! i’m– cumming!”
he was surprised when you pulled yourself out because he’d always cum inside of you. he didn’t have the opportunity to question you as he could not stop his release, making a mess all over his tummy.
you were almost at your peak as well, you rolled your hips against his belly — your wetness mixed with jack’s seed were used as lubricant to easily rub your clit on him.
“jesus fucking christ.” jack quietly muttered to himself, the scene was making his flaccid dick harden again. “yeah. . . make it messier, baby. make yourself cum on it.”
your body jolted, convulsing in shockwaves. jack could feel your hole clenching and more of your juices leaking out of you. the real thing was even better than you could ever imagine, you’d been humping your pillow wishing it was jack instead.
you dismounted from jack’s body to position yourself at his side, you bent forward to start gently lapping on your mixed fluids saturating his skin. you took your time cleaning him up while he watched, adoring. today, you made him feel more loved and cherished. ♡
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