You were a professional, goddammit, but here you were crying in a supply closet like an idiot.
You were better than this, you knew you were better than this, you needed to be better than this.
You were a social worker for fucks sake, someone being mean to you shouldn’t have you spiraling. You were supposed to check your emotions at the door and maintain professional boundaries.
You took a deep breath as you dabbed at your eye; your heart rate finally coming back to equilibrium. You thankfully were too busy this morning to put on makeup, so at least you didn’t have to worry about your mascara running.
One final sniffle escaped you as you went to get up, before suddenly being blinded by the fluorescent overhead lights of the hallway.
Fuck
You squinted at the figure before your eyes could adjust to the sudden brightness. At the same moment of recognition, the unmistakable timbre of his voice filled the supply closet.
“Angel?” he asked. Despite your state, the rare inflection of surprise in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.
“Uh, hey?” you replied sheepishly, as you let out another sniffle. Of all the people to find you in this state, it just had to be Park the Shark. Wordlessly, he slipped into the closet, shutting the door behind him before squatting down in front of you.
“What,” you take another deep breath, voice still off kilter, “What are you doing?”
“Outside of trying to figure out why the fuck our social worker is ugly crying in a dark supply closet, not much,” he responded plainly. Despite his sarcastic tone, you knew he was trying to lighten your mood in his own way.
“It’s nothing,” you sighed, cursing your stuffy nose as another involuntary sniffle escaped you.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” he said. Now that your eyes had readjusted to the darkness, you could just make out his sharp eyes staring down at you. His gaze was as steady as always, as he focused in on you and only you. That didn’t throw you off, though he was always thorough. No, what threw you for a loop was the prominent frown that was present on his face instead of his normal self-assured smirk.
“I’ll be fine,” you said, waving your hand dismissively. You tried to move to get up, only to be caught by the firm grip of his callused hand on your shoulder, holding you in place.
“Angel,” he said in a warning tone, “What happened?”
Your lip wobbled at the genuineness of his tone; suddenly, all your anxiety and frustration came flooding back in.
“Nothing,” you said, swallowing a sob, “A dad of one of the peds patients just yelled at me.”
“And which patient would that be?” he asked, jaw ticking; frown deepening.
“Yeah, I’m not risking both our careers by validating that with a response,” you said with a wet laugh. You had no idea why or how, but over time, Park had developed a soft spot for you. It was barely noticeable at the surface, hidden deep. It only ever came out at times like this. He’s the first person to step in if anyone threatens you or crosses a line in his presence. When you questioned it after a patient had an adverse reaction after waking up from anesthesia and threw their entire meal tray at you, he simply denied it and left without another word. That was over a year ago now, and nothing had changed. Although the jury’s still out whether or not that’s a good thing.
“I just want to talk,” he replied in a faux neutral tone.
“Park, never in the history of man have you ever just wanted to talk.” You said, with a small smile. He let out a sigh before shifting to sit next to you, with his back to the wall. Your knees were just millimeters apart; you could feel the warmth radiating off his larger form.
“What else happened?” he pivoted.
“What do you mean?” you asked back.
“Kid, I’ve seen you get yelled at, had things thrown at you, and get called every name in the book. You always take it in strides.”
“Am I not allowed to emote?” you challenged, trying to shift his focus.
“Never said that,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just know you well enough that it takes a lot more than a guy blowing his top at you to reduce you to tears.”
You sat in silence for a beat, as you weighed your options. You could tell him what was going on and risk changing the attending’s view of you, or lie and dismiss his concerns, most likely revoking any rapport you had built over the past few years of working together.
“I,” you took a breath, “it’s stupid,”
“Clearly not if it was bad enough to make you cry.” He reassured in a stiff tone as he was still trying to find his footing as an emotional support.
“I just,” you sighed, emotion high in your voice, “I just got into a blow-up fight with one of my brothers earlier and feel like a fucking idiot crying like it’s gonna help deal with his shit. He’s a first-class jackass.”
“And? You’re great at working with jackasses.” He replied.
“How would you know?” you asked, trying to control your breathing again.
“I mean, I’m a jackass, and you always keep me in line.” He replied, avoiding eye contact, with what you could have sworn was a blush on his sharp cheekbones.
“You’re child’s play, comparatively; trust me.” You said with another wet laugh that escaped you, followed by a hiccup.
“Ouch,” he laughed, “Okay, and what did the king of jackasses say to you?”
“Just the defaults of every argument we have.” You sighed, “I made some joke about being able to read people is part of my job; I can’t even remember how we got there. But anyway, he immediately went off at me for thinking I’m better than him because I’m the first one in our family to finish college, and on top of that, I went back and got my master's.”
“Fuck,” Park sighed, “has he even met you? You’re always meeting people where they’re at. To be honest, it’s fucking frustrating to watch you be nice to people, being openly mean to you.”
“I know it’s not true, but it still cuts deep in a way only family can,” you sighed, sitting up straight and pulling your legs away from your chest into a crisscross position, “He’s always been able to tear me down with no effort. When I was in high school, he bullied me relentlessly for not being able to become a firefighter because of my severe asthma.”
“Your dad’s a fire chief, right?” he asked,
“Yeah, and my two older brothers, along with my younger brother are also firefighters. In our house, becoming a firefighter was the expectation. We’re legacies; my great-grandfather was the first to fight fires.”
Brendon let out a low whistle as he took the information in.
“It just sucks when someone only assumes the worst about you all the time, you know?” you sighed.
“That sounds awful,” he cringed, trying his best to be the sensitive person you needed right now. While he could be an asshole, there was the justification of wanting the best from his med students and residents alike. His quips were, within the surgery department, based on his expectation of excellency, not targeted at hurting someone’s feeling, but better them. Even if that meant trial by fire.
“Yeah, it really is,” you sighed. “Sorry for breaking down on you,” you said with a sheepish smile.
“You good?” he asked softly, ignoring your apology.
“Yeah, no, I’m just gonna order some food and catch up on some paperwork. I don’t have any consultations til after 3. Hopefully, I’ll feel more human then.” You replied with a laugh. He nodded in response in your peripheral before getting up and offering you a hand. Before you could fully process it, he pulled you in for a hug, pulling a surprised squeak from your throat. You froze for a second, before you melted into the firm pressure of his body against yours. His chin was perched on the top of your head, one of his hands resting on the small of your back, while the other soothingly rubbed up and down your spine. It felt safe.
“You know you don’t deserve any of that bullshit, right?” he asked, soft in a way you didn’t know he was capable of, “You’re one of the most competent people I’ve ever met. I have no doubt in my mind that you worked hard like always to earn your degrees,”
“You trying to make me cry again?” you joked, only to receive an amused huff from the attending. You both pulled back before he scanned your face again.
“You sure you’re, okay?” he asked, straightening your cardigan.
“Yeah,” you nodded, looking up at his unwavering eye contact,
“You up for being around people?” he asked,
“Um, I mean yeah” you answered confused.
“K, I’ll meet you in your office in 5, we’re going to lunch.” He quipped before turning and leaving a bewildered you in the storage closet.
Day 2 of Locke's 10-day countdown to the new year!
Prompt: Okay but how did this immediately click for me with the winter scenarios?! The reader's new year's resolution from the past year was to peg someone and they're trying to complete it before the new year. They think it's hopeless until sub Mihawk falls into their lap (figuratively/literally)
If someone had told you, even a week ago, that you’d be Here. In Dracule Mihawk’s apartment. Straddling him as you shared desperate, almost violent kisses while fighting for control, you would have laughed in their face. It had to be a joke, right? There was no way you’d ever give the arrogant, “once in a generation talent”, the time of day. It’s not like it would have been one-sided. Outside of the few times your specialties overlapped, he’s never initiated any type of interaction with you. Despite constantly being in the same vicinity as each other you’d only talked when needed. Hell, the last time you talked was when one of your pregnant OBGYN patients needed surgery on a cancerous tumor and that was over a month ago. No, there was no way you’d ever consider giving the personification of a superiority complex the time of day. At least that’s what you thought.
It had all started a few days ago in the coed locker room when you were changing into your scrubs before your shift started. Boa had been rubbing your face the fact she was going to win the bet you’d have to go on whether or not you’d be able to complete your New Year’s resolution in time.
“I wonder what I’ll do with all that free time?” She said, smirking down at you. You’d wager covering her excess paperwork for a month if you weren’t able to peg someone by the end of the year.
“I have time!” you argued back slipping your top on.
“Oh please, New Year’s is less than a week away and your schedule is packed. When are you gonna find someone to fuck in time, let alone peg.”
“Plenty of men like being pegged!” you said back in a huff.
“Oh? If so many men are lining up to get pegged, why haven’t you done it by now.” Boa said, smirk widening.
“I have time!” you circled back, knowing she was right. The only day you had off the next week was New Year’s Eve. There was little to no way you’d be able to find/vet a guy to peg. Boa's smirk never left as she made her way out of the half-filled locker room. You made fleeting eye contact with Mihawk as you followed after her. You had no idea what would come of that look.
“Fuck,” he groaned, as you weaved your hand through his hair, jerking his head back. Kissing was getting you both nowhere, if you wanted to dom him you were going to have to try a different tactic. You began to kiss down his neck, your heart palpating. Losing to Mihawk was not an option. It was less than a few hours til New Year’s and this was your only hope of winning the bet. Just as your confidence began to dwindle you heard a light gasp, while he simultaneously bucked up against you. You smirked into his neck. You focused in on that spot, his breath stuttered as you began to suck on that spot. That wasn’t good enough.
“F-Fuck!” he shouted as your teeth broke the skin over that spot. He shamelessly attempted to grind up against you. Unlike any other of your sexual endeavors where you’d be nestled in their lap, you had to stand on your knees to get any leverage over him; his hips barely made contact. You stayed strong in your position, despite your desperate need for any stimulation of your clit. You gently laved over the bite mark as you began to unbutton his shirt. A surprised gasp escaped you when his hands found your hips and slammed you down onto his lap. He blatantly flaunted his physical advantage over you as he ground up into your core, focused only on his release. Your self-assured attitude wavered as he held you down. Every attempt to pry his hands from your hips was fruitless. He was too big and too strong to be taken down head-on.
Fuck, you hadn’t come all this way to back down now. You took a breath as he focused solely on his relief. You twisted your body as hard as you could to your left, throwing yourself down on the couch. Before Mihawk could react, you straddled his chest and wrapped both your hands around his neck, stilling his movement. You put just enough pressure on his throat to assert what you were capable of. If it weren’t for your thorough conversations about each other’s limits over dinner you wouldn’t push it this far, but Mihawk, as always, was a special case. You’d never been physical in this way with any of your past partners, outside of the occasional spanking. You were spurred on by the desperate look in his eyes as you pulled back your arm as far as you could and backhanded him with as much force as you could muster. His loud moan was a comfort to you as you questioned whether or not you had gone too far. You could feel his abs flex below you as he humped desperately against the air for relief. You gently cupped his face over the red mark where the back of your hand had made contact, while simultaneously stoking up and down his trachea with the thumb of your hand still wrapped around his throat. His eyes had lost their sharp edge; pupils dilated. You’d never seen his vision waiver before. You needed to jump on this opportunity before the small window closed.
“Are you gonna be a good boy? Or do you need another reminder of who’s in charge?” You asked, bracing your arm next to his head while the hand that was around his neck jerked his chin up, forcing eye contact. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of a desperate whine sounded off from deep in his throat. Your grip tightened, as you tried your hardest to keep a straight face as your pussy pulsed in response. He continued to test your patience as he submissively sucked your thumb into his mouth and laved at it. You smirked down at him trying to contain your excitement as the air in the room shifted. You had done it, you made Dracule Mihawk submit. You only allowed yourself a moment to bask in the feeling before focusing back in on the task at hand. That, as exhausting as it was, was only the first step. You still had to actually peg him. He attempted to follow your thumb as you pulled your hand back, your other hand held his chest down, keeping your position.
“I asked you a question and I expect a verbal answer,” you said, squishing his cheeks together, “Are you gonna be a good boy?”
“Fuck,” he groaned, letting out a stuttered breath, “Yes”
“Yes, what?” you asked, not letting up.
“Yes, Mistress.” He forced out, face now red with a deep blush across the bridge of his nose and up to his ears.
“Good,” you cooed down at him, “Where’s your strap, love?”
“Bedroom,” he grunted, hands locked on your hips.
“Be a good boy and take me there.” You ordered. He sat up, causing you to slide down to his lap. He slipped his shirt fully off before wrapping his hands around you before standing up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, causing him to moan. His cock standing at attention in between you. You pulled him in for a desperate kiss that you dominated, as he kicked his bedroom door open. He sat you down at the head of the bed, leaning against his pillows. The harness and lube are positioned to your right on his nightstand.
Fuck, when you had accepted his offer, you never thought you’d make it this far. His offer itself completely blindsided you. Honestly, part of you thought he got hacked when he texted you out of nowhere two days ago. That was until he texted you back after you asked if he was sure, and in his response said that your looks were “adequate” and that you were “proficient” at your job. You didn’t need any more reassurance. It was him.
“Stop,” you quipped, as he began to work his slacks off. His hands froze instantly.
“Slowly,” you ordered. You locked eyes on him as he took his time unbuttoning his pants. He panted tugging his pants and boxer briefs down. You bit your lip as his cock strung out. It was pretty, just like he was, head already irritated a deep red color. If you weren’t so stubborn to winning your bet, you’d climb that tree and ride him until he’d be so overstimulated he’d be begging you to stop. You snapped back to the task at hand, ignoring the way your pussy pulsed in need.
“C’me here,” you ordered, shifting to stand on your knees, as you tugged your dress off and over your head. You sat back on your legs, now clad in only a pair of panties.
“You’ll only be able to cum if you earn it. Make me cum and you’ll be able to cum as much as you’d like; under my permission.” You said, parting your legs. His cool demeanor disappeared as he desperately crawled up the bed, baring his shoulders between your knees. You threaded your fingers through his hair and jerked his head up.
“Color?” you asked.
“Green, fuck,” he groaned, “Please Mistress.”
“Go ahead,” you nodded, keeping a firm grip on his hair as he dove in between your legs. You gasped as he licked up your seem through your panties. He moaned at the taste, tugging your panties to the side before breaching your pussy with a single finger, allowing you to adjust; lips sealed around your clit.
“Fuck,” you moaned, as he added another finger. You’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was fingering you better and deeper than some of your past partners cocks. You grinded up against his face shamelessly chasing your high. You knew there was no way you were gonna last. You’d been wet since you stepped foot in his apartment. You teased your nipples, losing yourself in your pleasure. As soon as he began to stroke your inner front wall of your pussy you knew it was over. It only took a few more swipes before you fell apart.
“Fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He continued fingering you until you were borderline overstimulated; his tongue greedily lapping up your release. Your hand went limp in his hair as you fell back against the pillows taking a moment to recover. You could feel the hot pants on your clothed core as he looked up at you, waiting, desperate for your next command. You paused, debating whether you should put the strap on now or wait til he was fully prepped. Fuck, you needed to be quick. You had no idea how long he’d stay in this headspace without consistent domination.
You sat up and grabbed the harness. You let out a thankful sigh of relief after seeing it was the kind that you could slide on like panties and tighten to your size. You slipped it up your calves before standing on your knees to pull it up all the way. Without any prompting Mihawk stood on his knees, reaching behind you to secure your harness. You held in a moan as he tugged on the harness, making sure it was tight enough. The part that laced between your thighs now nestled up against your clit.
“Good boy” you praised, cupping his face and sharing a soft kiss. More intimate than you’d ever imagine he was capable of. He whined, trying to chase your lips as you pulled back. You had to press a firm hand on his chest to keep him still.
“Where’s your dildo?” you asked, glancing down at the empty silver ring where it should be secured.
“Top drawer,” he answered, shyly avoiding eye contact. You cupped his face, pulling his attention back to you.
“Color?”
“Gra-green” he stumbled.
“Are you sure?” you asked, your thumb stroking his jaw comfortingly.
“Yes,” he nodded firmly, “I-” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve just had past partners leave when they see them.”
You nodded your head and smiled softly at him; you’d never seen him this vulnerable before. Your gut reaction was to make a joke if it was anyone else to lighten the mood, but you knew he needed to be handled with kid gloves right now.
“I can’t promise a response but let me take a look before we jump to any conclusion. ‘kay?” you asked.
“Okay,” he nodded, you slipped your hand away from his face and leaned over, opening the top drawer. You bit your inner cheek as you schooled your reaction. It was a lot. You could see how it may have scared off those who were less accepting or not experienced. Mihawk didn’t just like anal, he was a size queen. The smallest dildo was his size, and he was far from small. Fuck, he had a set of rainbow-colored dildos that got larger as they went, red being the smallest. Personally, you’d only be able to take yellow, and even then you’d have to be thoroughly prepped and relaxed. On top of their size, they had ridges, some of which mimicked different genital piercings.
“So, which one do you want?” you asked, quirking a brow at him.
“Y-your okay to keep going? It’s okay if you want to stop now, you can still tell Boa you pegged me.” He offered.
“Nah,” you said smiling up at him, “If you liked getting pegged it makes sense to experiment and have what you know feels good. If I’m being honest this tracts, I’ve never seen you do anything half-assed,” you laughed to yourself at your own phrasing, “pun intended,” you tacked on. Mihawk playfully rolled his eyes at your antics.
“So,” you start rubbing up and down the ridges of a dildo to your right, “What are you feeling?”
“Could you use the green one?” he asked, shyly.
“Sure,” you nodded at him, glancing at his alarm clock, “We still have a few hours before midnight, so there’s no need to rush.”
“In that case, -no never mind.” He said, stopping mid-thought.
“What is it?” you asked, lacing your right hand with his left and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I’ve-I’ve never had anyone fuck me with the blue one yet.” He confessed, “I’ve taken it alone, but it’s,” he took a breath, “It’s a whole different experience to be fucked by someone else with it.”
“Okay,” you nodded, setting the green one back and grabbing the deep blue one featuring a Jacob’s ladder piercing.
“Really?” he asked, voice bordering on excitement. You couldn’t help but smile as he continued to surprise you.
“Yeah,” you nodded, “You’re doing me a favor, so we’re even”
You purposefully phrased it this way knowing it’d be easier for him to accept and so that you could ignore the flutter in your chest from his reaction.
“Now,” you said clearing your throat, “Wanna help me with this?”
He immediately took the dildo from you, inserting and locking it into place. You playfully hip-bumped him so that he’d be back in your position from earlier, propped up against the pillows.
“Now,” you started, resting your hand on his inner knee, “Were you a good boy and prep yourself like I instructed?”
“Mhm,” he hummed, slipping back into his sub role.
“Mihawk,” you quipped, “Words”
His cock twitched when his name slipped out of your mouth. He’d never heard you refer to him with his first name.
“Yes,” he corrected himself with a whine.
“Good,” you said, placing a kiss on his inner thigh, slowly stroking down his thigh, encouraging him to part his legs.
“Color?” you asked, hand resting on his inner thigh, inches away from his weeping cock.
“Green, fuck please,” he begged.
You smirked in response, barring his legs open with your hips. He was now spread out enough to reveal a wine-red metal butt plug. You teasingly traced two fingers up from his asshole, up his taint, past his balls to the tip of his cock. You circled his urethra collecting some of his precum, before sucking your fingers into your mouth. He whimpered in response.
You. Made. Dracule. Mihawk. Fucking. Whimper.
You’d never felt more confident than in this moment, bowing down to take the head of his cock into your mouth causing him to moan shamelessly. You let your excess spit slide down his cock, as your left-hand stroke up and down his shaft while you teased his slit before you pulled off. You placed a kiss on the base of his cock as Mihawk’s eyes locked with yours. You continued to stroke him at a steady pace with your left hand as your right hand crept down and began to trace the outside of his butt plug before you gently began to work the plug out. Mihawk threw his head back as a moan ripped through him. You carefully tugged it out, mindful of the thickest part just passed his ring of muscles. Mihawk shamelessly rutted against your hand, while thrusting his hips into your fist. You jerked your hands back, releasing him the second you felt his cock pulse in your grip.
“No-I” Mihawk whined, barely able to restrain himself as your forearm barred down his hips.
“Baby,” you lightly scolded, “While you are allowed to cum you still have to ask for permission.”
“Fuck, can I? Can I please?” he begged.
You hummed in response, nipping his inner thigh, making him sweat.
“I’ll allow it,” you finally relented, your hand wrapped its way back around his base. That was all Mihawk needed to let loose, he easily thrusted up past your forearm’s restraint and began to fuck your hand. He whined as you began to stroke him in succession with his thrusts. You couldn’t look away as you sucked two fingers into your mouth. Mihawk was angelic. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair stuck against his forehead. The precum his cock was leaking only added to the lewd sound of him fucking your fist. While he was distracted you traced your spit-covered fingers over his asshole; lube from his prep already leaking out. When your first finger easily slipped in because of your size difference, you added a second and experimentally thrusted into his wet heat.
“Fuck,” he moaned, bordering on a scream. His hips stuttered as he came, coating his abs with his cum. You stroked him through his release before he fell slack against the bed. You leaned over to grab the lube off his bedside table, keeping your fingers in him as he recovered. If you wanted for him to be able to comfortably take you by midnight you needed to start now. Your thumb and middle finger just touched at the base of the green dildo. The blue one was not only bigger but had ridges you would have to keep in mind to make sure you didn’t overstimulate him.
“You, okay?” you asked, drizzling lube over your fingers and his opening.
“Mhm, yes,” he hummed, pushing himself up on his forearms.
“Do you need a break-”
“Please don’t stop,” Mihawk said, desperation clear in his voice.
“Okay,” you nodded, thrusting three fingers in. Mihawk whined as he fucked himself back on your fingers, taking you deeper. The tip of your middle finger hits the top side of his walls as you pull back.
“Fuck,” he moaned, “Fuck, right there! Please Mistress, please.” He begged, grinding back on you. You followed his direction, pasted the point of teasing him. His cock jerked back to life as you worked your pinky finger inside of him. You continued to thrust into him, just able to brush against his prostate.
“Mistress,” he called out, slowing his movement. You looked up as he locked eye contact with you.
“I can take it.” He started, “Please fuck me.”
“Are you sure, it’s so big,”
“Please,” he begged, “Just, fuck-, just go slow. I trust you.”
“Okay,” you nodded, he let out another delicious whimper as you pulled your fingers all the way out. You poured an excess amount of lube over the dildo before stroking it to make sure absolutely every inch of it was coated.
“Ready?” you asked, lining yourself up with his hole.
“Fuck, yes, please-” his own moan cut him off as you pressed the head gently in past his entrance, stopping immediately at the slightest bit of resistance. You paused, for a moment, before pulling all the way out and thrusting back in a bit past where you had been, the head of the dildo’s tip now fully seated inside him. You were only a fifth of the way in. Mihawk whined, attempting to thrust back against you. You put all your weight into your palms holding him down. His thighs were now pressed up against his chest.
“Who’s in charge here?” you asked, pulling back and pausing. Only a bit of the toy remained inside him. He just whined as he desperately tried to thrust down against you.
“Mihawk,” you said firmly, removing one of your hands from his hip and wrapping it around his cross necklace. You jerked it down, gathering all of his available attention. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No, No-Please, please don’t leave.” He begged, eyes widening.
“Then you need to respect my decisions. I don’t want you to move until I’m fully inside you. The last thing I want is for you to take too much too soon and hurt yourself. Got that?” you asked, never breaking eye contact.
“Yes,” he nodded.
“Yes, what?” you asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whined.
“Good,” you nodded, pressing a kiss to his inner knee as you released his necklace, and your hand returned to his hip. You methodically continued your entrance into him, adding lube when needed. You were going relatively fast, his lewd noises spurring you on.
“Color?” you asked once you made it just pasted halfway.
“Green,” he sighed, eyes beginning to unfocus.
“You wanna cum baby?” you asked, eyeing the reddened tip of his cock.
“Really,” he asked perking up.
“Mhm,” you hummed, “Why don’t you play with yourself til I fill you.”
Mihawk’s bottom lip found its way between his teeth as he began to jerk himself in time with your thrusts. You were surprised, with how desperate he was you would’ve guessed he’d be dying to cum.
“Fuck,” he sighed, teasing his tip. You were almost there. The base of the dildo took the longest for him to adjust.
“Such a good boy,” you praised, “taking my cock so well.”
“Mistress~” he moaned as you bottomed out, the metal of your harness touching his stretched entrance.
“Ready?” you asked, looking up at him with a cocky smirk.
“Fuck, please,” he begged, with glassy eyes, “I can take it, please, please I’ll be-”
You cut him off thrusting in before dragging the ridged cock out to the tip and thrusting it back in, building your pace as you slammed against that spot.
“Fuck,” he moaned, hand falling from the base of his cock as he fisted the covers below him. You were hyper-aware as you watched for any sign of displeasure as your speed continued to increase. The wet sound of your hips meeting his and his cock bouncing against his stomach with the force of your thrust filled the room. They harmonized with his moans. You held back your own moans as the fabric between your legs from the strap harness hiked up and rubbed roughly against your clit.
“Fuck, Fuck, please, please can I cum please” he begged.
“Go ahead,” you gasped, wrapping your hand back around the base of his shaft. He was caught in pleasure as he fucked your fist and ground down on your strap. He didn’t last long. His body seized, cum shooting up his chest, shouting your name, before he fell slack against his covers. You fucked him through his orgasm, before stilling your hips. You stayed seated inside him as he came down from his high. Once he had caught his breath you slowly began to ease out of him. He panted, chin tilted up as he began to reach homeostasis.
You loosened the strap and pulled it down your thighs along with your soaked panties. The strap dropped with a thud to the side as you crawled up to the head of the bed. You put your pleasure on the back burner as you embraced Mihawk’s spent form. His head rested against your chest, as you petted his hair, occasionally lightly scratching at his scalp. He hummed in response wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing more firmly into your chest. You had agreed to stay for a half hour after your session was over, to make sure he was good before being left alone. That agreement flew out the window as you allowed him to fall slack against you. You'd never seen him look so at peace, all the worry lines gone from his face. After fortyish minutes his head suddenly jerked up, and you threaded your fingers through his head back to your chest.
“Shh it’s alright, I’m not going anywhere.” You cooed down at him. He immediately dropped back into his position. You ignored the butterflies you felt when he let out a content hum. You could overanalyze that feeling in the morning. For now, you wiped up all the cum you could reach from your position with tissues from his nightstand, before allowing yourself the peace of sleep.
A/N: I hope you liked it? This was less planned out and more stream-of-consciousness than anything I've written before. It just kept coming. Thanks as always for taking the time to read 💛 I gotta go catch up on school work now 😫😒😭
PS: I may have to write a morning reaction blurb next time I have time to write. heh
A/N: Hello~ So this series is not going to be written in chronological order. It's snapshots of them throughout their relationship, from whatever I'm vibing with that day. This is honestly just a way for me to still write while I'm in school; ficlets are easier to plan since they're so short and don't need a big plot. All smut ficlets will be marked and have their own warnings. I will have a masterlist up before I publish the next ficlet so it's easier to navigate. Now that that's out of the way, I hope you enjoy 💛
MDNI!!!
Warnings: Handcuffs, degradation, Sir Kink, rough sex, forced proximity?, creampie, PIV sex, multiple orgasm, squirting, unsafe sex, mean Brendon Park, after care, soft fluffy ending
Tags: @thedamnqueenofhell
“Fuck,” you moaned, thighs shaking, body slick with sweat as Brendon mercilessly led you through another orgasm.
When you had asked the surgeon what he wanted to do for his 40th birthday, you were picturing a small party, a nice dinner, or maybe even a short getaway to a warmer climate to escape the Pittsburgh winter. But he had other plans.
Which led you here, cooped up in a cabin outside of Pittsburgh. Snow and harsh winds assaulted the outside in temperatures well below freezing. While you initially wanted to complain, any apprehension left you as you took in the modern interior of the large, lakefront cabin. It had all modern appliances, heated flooring, homey decorations, and a large master bedroom accompanied by a jet bathtub. It fit both your desires: for you to be comfortable and for Brendon to be far away from anyone he deemed annoying (e.g., the majority of the population).
You had already gotten him an original artwork by a local P-burgh artist for his birthday, which he loved, and made his favorite dessert for a sweet treat. But while you were away, there was really only one thing he wanted.
“Fuck,” he groaned from his position between your legs, his breath fanning over your exposed core, “God, can you hear yourself?” he asked, referring to how loud and wet your pussy had gotten while he played with you. All you could manage in response was a whine keened from deep in your throat.
“Can’t even respond? Already too far gone?” he asked rhetorically as he nipped your inner thigh. You continued to whine, your thighs squeezing his shoulders as you went to involuntarily rub your thighs together for some relief.
“Fuck, you’re pathetic, I haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” he smirked up at you. Taking you apart and putting you back together had become his favorite pastime since your first hookup. Initially, you’d have to beg for him to be harsher with you, but once he felt how tight you got from a little bullying, a switch flipped inside him. Yes, you’d made love and felt him be gentle and take his time with you, but when it came to fucking the shark was out for blood.
“Sir, please,” you whined. You had no idea how long you’ve been at it, but you were on the edge of overstimulation, your brain had started to feel all fuzzy, and his stubble had made your inner thighs extra sensitive. If it weren’t for your degradation kink, you’d probably would have already called it, but God, you loved it when he was mean.
“Please, what?” he taunted, “Use your big girl words or Sir’s not gonna know what you need.”
Tears pooled at your waterline; you were too far gone to know if they were from frustration or overstimulation.
“Please,” you whimpered,
“Need your cock, mhm,” you whined, jolting as he absentmindedly played with your clit. God, you wished your hands weren’t secured to the headboard. All you wanted was to lace your fingers through his hair and grind against his face until you came. You shivered at the thought of the first time you sat on his face; it was the hardest you’d ever cum, at that point in time, at least. The thought of how wrecked he looked afterwards and how quickly he came made you clench around nothing. You loved it when he loosened your leash a bit and let you take the lead, but that wasn’t in the cards for tonight.
“You know that’s not how you ask, Princess.” He said, tracing your vulva. Now, actively ignoring your sensitive clit.
“Sir, please!” you begged, “Need your cock”
“God,” he groaned, “doesn’t matter how many times I try to teach you manners, you’re so fucking desperate. But then again, I guess once a slut always a slut.”
“Sir,” you panted, hot tears now actively falling down your face as you sniffled.
“Fuck, I guess it’s not your fault.” He taunted, “At least your pretty face is worth something, my own personal cum dump.”
“Sir,” you cried, trying desperately to grind upwards, despite his forearm bearing your hips down.
“Say it,” he started, “Admit you’re just a glorified cum dump and I’ll let you have my cock.”
“Fuck,” you panted, trying to focus,
“I’m a cum dump.” You moaned
“I guess you can follow directions,” he mused, “could have fooled me.”
Wordlessly, he stood up on his knees. You immediately clocked the stain of precum on the front of his boxer briefs. You’d never understand how he was able to exercise such self-control when it was obvious he was just as desperate. That thought was fleeting as his cock came into view; it was just as pretty as the rest of him. He was thick enough to feel the next day, but not so big that it would cause pain. Not that that would really matter now, considering how wet you were. It felt like he was planked above you in seconds, because of the state you were in.
“Color?” he prompted as he stroked the head of his cock between your folds.
“Gree-” you started, only to whine as the head of his cock grazed your clit,
“You need to stop?” he asked, always alert, no matter how hard he pushed you.
“No, I’m green, so fucking green, sir,” you replied, rushed. His look of concern morphed into his default smirk as he lined himself up.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he worked his way inside you, stopping as soon as he bottomed out.
“So fucking, tight,” he hissed, gripping your thighs roughly, hiking them up to his waist, and pushing forward until you let out a loud moan. He smirked down at you, knowing he had just hit that spot with the head of his cock. Without warning, he immediately pulled back almost all the way before slamming back into you. He set a brutal pace, pressing you firmly against the mattress. You could only moan and cry as he held you in place, using you as he pleased.
“Sir!” you moaned, as he panted and cursed into your ear, head tucked into the side of your neck. Your high was approaching the fastest it had all night, but it’s more intense, pleasure enveloping you whole as you cum with a scream.
“Fuck,” Brendon moaned, following you over the edge, pulling back one last time before thrusting back in hard, cumming deep within you. You both panted hard as you came down from your climaxes. Brendon shifted your weight to the side so he could stay inside you without falling on top of your spent form. He quickly undid your cuffs, easing your arms down, while inspecting your wrists. You curled into his chest as he brushed a few flyaway hairs that were stuck to your forehead before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You sighed contentedly as you came back into your body, surrounded by the man you loved.
“Back with me, Angel?” he asked softly. You only hummed in reply.
“Baby?” he asked again,
“I’m good,” you responded, still feeling floaty, “Did I do it?”
“Yeah, baby,” he said with a soft chuckle, “Squirted all over my cock like a good girl.”
“Finally,” you sighed, it was far from the first time he tried to make you squirt.
“How are you feeling?” he asked to confirm the headspace he had already clocked you in.
“So good,” you sighed, “I think it’s the hardest I’ve ever cum.”
“Do you want to eat or bathe first?” he asked, as you let out a hum.
“Can we just stay like this for a bit?” you asked back, looking up through your eyelashes.
“Of course, whatever you need, Baby,” he responded, trying and failing to hide the fact that he’d give you anything you’d ever want in this moment, especially when you looked up at him like that. You both stayed like that until your face started to feel tight from your unwiped tears, and the sweat coating you started to get cold and uncomfortable. Brendon then continued on to pamper you as he bathed with you in the jet tub, got you water and a snack, and changed the ruined sheets. All while staying within arm's reach, knowing how you liked to cling to him after that intense of a session. Soon, you found yourself back in bed, reclined against the headboard with him to your left as he fed you bites of the key lime pie you made for his birthday, along with forcing you to drink water.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, putting the plate to the side.
“Fine,” you nodded,
“Good,” he smiled down at you, “Took a bit longer to get you back than normal.”
“Well, I’ve never cum that hard before,” you said, leaning against him. You rolled your eyes at his self-satisfied look.
“Proud of yourself?” you asked, looking up at his cocky smirk,
“There are a lot of variables, but it was easier this time because of the information I got from the past failed attempts,” he answered.
“Did you use the fucking scientific method to make me squirt?” you asked, in disbelief.
“I, well, I um- ” Brendon started before you cut him off,
“Oh my god, you actually did?!” you laughed, “God, you’re such a nerd.”
You smiled as a blush started to form on his perfect cheekbones. You only let him sit in embarrassment for a moment before pulling him in for a sweet kiss.
“You know the last step to the scientific method?” he husked after pulling back.
He smirked down at your confused face before answering in your ear, “Repetition to strengthen results.”
“B!” you shrieked a laugh after he nipped your earlobe, “I barely got through this attempt,”
“We have all week to try again,” he hushed, kissing you again,
“I love you, even if you are the world’s biggest dork,” you sighed, pulling back a touch to rest your foreheads together.
“I love you too,” he smiled, down at you.
Masterlist: here
A/N: hope you liked it 🫶 I'll hopefully have the masterlist up soon
After the initial failed attempts of losing your virginity to Robby, he enlists Jack for backup to get you out of your head and into their sheets.
WC: ~4,310
Poly!Rabbot x Demisexual!Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut, Oral (M & F) Receiving, first time, virginity lost, Poly!Relationship, age gap (Unspecified but present (Reader is of age)), cum eating, PIV, Smut ( but intimate), unprotected sex, cream pie, Blindfold, Blindfolded sex, Mentions of sex toys + masturbation, they talk her through it 💛
Original Anon request ask/response: here
You didn’t know how to feel.
I mean, there’s no guide to tell you what you’re supposed to do/feel when your partner and his husband invite you over for a threesome, is there? Especially when you have zero to no experience. I mean, technically, it wasn’t explicitly an invite for a threesome. You were spending the weekend with the couple because your time off overlapped, and they said they’d like to spend it with you, no pressure. Fucking Robby, with his stupid, dumb doe eyes and his empathy and his respect for your boundaries and needs. And fucking Jack with his steadiness and reassuring nature. You wanted to fall into an abyss and never come out. Jack hadn’t even picked you up yet, and you could feel your heart palpitating.
God, you were so fucked.
You never intended to be a virgin at your age. I mean, does anyone, outside of religion or other cultural norms? You couldn’t help that the idea of a one-night stand or, honestly, hook-up culture in general gave you the ick. You were no prude; you had sexual desires and fantasies, but only situationally. You had to know/have a strong connection with people for sex to ever make it onto the table, let alone act on your desires. No, instead, you avoided romance altogether and spent your youth focused on your schooling and career. While you were damn proud of yourself and what you accomplished as a nurse practitioner, there was a never-ceasing nagging thought in the back of your mind of how you’d never experience love like others do so easily. That envy kept you up at night, wishing you could just be ‘normal’. Not that losing your virginity while having a threesome with your partner and his husband would be normal, but it’d at least take away the societal pressure and the title of ‘virgin’ that’s been hanging over your head since forever.
Your head snapped up as Jack’s truck pulled up in front of you. You were surprised to see that both Robby and he had made the fifteen-minute trip to your place. Robby met you with a smile as he hopped out of the truck and pecked your lips before taking your bag from you. He shepherded you into the front section of Jack’s extended cab. You could feel your face heat as you realized you’d be taking the middle seat, the gearshift between your legs.
Fuck, why did you have to be wearing a dress?
“Hey,” Jack greeted with a grin,
“Hey,” you replied with a small smile, nerves still teasing your stomach.
“So, how were your first couple of days off?” Robby asked, piling in after you before Jack pulled away from the curb.
“Good, I’m actually caught up on book club for once.” You answered.
“Is that the one you’re in with other nurses?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, everyone works in the Pitt, so there’s no pressure to finish the book fully because of how chaotic our schedules are like, but Dana always knows when I don’t finish it,” you laughed.
“Does she call you out for it?” Robby asked,
“Worse, she just smirks at me over her wine glass, like she knows everything.” You say with an exaggerated sigh, “I mean to be fair, she does, but still,”
“What book were you reading this month?”
“One Last Stop, it is a queer romance book that Princess picked out.” You answered,
“Is it normally romance?” Robby asked, his left arm comfortably resting on the seat behind you.
“Not necessarily, it just depends on whose turn it is to choose. Jesse picked out a sci-fi thriller last month.” You responded.
“Are you accepting new members?” Jack asked,
“Oof, sorry, no doctors allowed,” You answered with a teasing grin, “While it’s about the book, we mainly meet to veg out or vent.”
“Couldn’t make an exception for us?” Robby asked, right in your ear, causing an unconscious shiver to shoot through your spine.
God, you hated how unconsciously in tune your body was to him. You couldn’t already be wet, could you?
“Afraid not,” you laughed, attempting to cover up your reaction, “The only doctor I could see us making an exception for is Mel. She looked like a kicked puppy when we told her it was just a nurse thing.”
You settled into a comfortable silence as you got outa and settled into their townhouse, your bag parked at the bottom of their steps. Casual conversation flowed freely as you helped make dinner and relaxed on the couch afterwards. Everything had gone smoothly until you were three hours in, curled up between them, watching a movie. That was until a sex scene started to play. You could feel the heat of embarrassment crawl up your neck as you played with your hands, attention solely on your lap as the moans got louder and louder, until nothing.
Your head shot up seeing the scene had been paused; Jack and Robby looking down at you.
Fuck, this was happening,
“You alright, sweetheart?” Robby asked, squeezing your shoulder.
“Y-yeah,” you nodded,
“We can watch something else,” Jack offered,
“No, it’s fine, really,” you replied, face on fire.
“You sure?” Jack asked,
“Yeah, it’s not the movie itself, it’s just…” You trailed off,
“Sex in general?” Jack asked, finally addressing the elephant in the room.
“Yeah,” you nodded shyly, “I’m just, um”
“Turned on?” Jack said, not one to beat around the bush,
“Mhm,” you hummed, looking back down at your hands.
“We’ve talked about it a bit already, but are you sure you want this, sweetheart?” Robby asked.
“Yes. I’m physically 1000% there, fuck, I get so fucking wet thinking about you both, even when I should really be focusing on anything else. I just get caught up and have to try so fucking hard to school my thoughts and focus up again.” You confessed.
“Are you wet right now?” Robby asked,
“Mhm,” you hum with a nod,
“What do you think the problem is?” Jack asked,
“I guess, well, I just get in my head and lock up.” You sighed, looking up between them, “Like I want it so badly, emotionally and physically, but the second my brain gets there, I choke.”
“Do you masturbate?” Jack asked,
“Yeah,” you nod, feeling heat crawling up your neck.
“Is it mainly clitoral? Or do you penetrate with your fingers or any toys?” He followed up.
“Both?” you replied shyly, “If I’m intentionally masturbating, I have a thin, penetrating vibrator that looks like a long bullet vibrator. It’s like the width of a large tampon. If I’m masturbating after a hard shift, I will just use my fingers after I get out of the shower to relax.”
“And you can orgasm that way?” Jack followed up,
“Yeah,” you nodded,
“Do you watch porn?” Jack asked again. His clinical tone took away your anxiety; it was just simple yes-or-no questions. Your emotions were only a small factor; he was working to ease your brain from jumping the gun like always.
“No, but I um, do listen to audio erotica,” you swallowed,
“Why do you like it?” he questioned.
“It’s just more intimate,” you answered after a moment, “I’ve always felt a disconnect with traditional porn.”
“Do you like that it tells you what to do?” He asked in a reassuring tone.
“Yeah, it’s just nice not to have to think about anything.” You confessed, “It um, feels nice to be bossed around.”
“You like it when Mikey bosses you around at work,” Jack asked, smirk plastered on his face like he already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” you nodded, taking a breath, heat flooding your face as Jack gets more personal and steps away from the clinical talk.
“Do you get wet when he’s mean?”
“Mhm,” you hum, biting your lip as you break eye contact.
“Do you like when I’m mean?” he asked, catching your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact.
“Yes,” you confessed.
“Alright, I got a plan then,” Jack said, smiling at you,
“Give us a minute,” he said, looking over your head at Robby. He helped you up before pausing, “What’s her safe word?”
“Code, and the traffic light system,” Robby replied.
“Got it,” he nodded, fingers interlaced with yours as he guided you to their bedroom.
“What’s the plan?” you asked, looking up at Jack. He hummed as he came back from their walk-in closet. You let out a sigh of relief as you saw he was just holding a blindfold, knowing that that was where they kept their sex toys.
“Well, based on what you and Mikey have told me, you tense up and get ahead of yourself when he starts to move past kissing. The farthest you got was going down to your underwear, right?” he asked,
“Yeah,” you answered bashfully.
“So, I was thinking we give your mind a break and take your vision out of the equation. Instead of watching and tensing up when you get into unfamiliar territory, I’ll be there the whole time guiding you. Does that sound okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “That makes sense,”
“If at any point you feel uncomfortable. Tell. Us. Your only job tonight is communicating whether you’re alright or not.” He said, looking down at you sternly.
“Got it,” you nodded,
“Good,” he rewarded you with a peck before shifting behind you,
“Is this too tight?” he asked, securing your blind fold.
“No,” you answered.
“Can you see at all?” he clarified,
“No,” you answered again.
“Good,” he affirmed, his gruff voice causing you to unintentionally squeeze your thighs together, “You can come in, Mikey.”
You hear a familiar gait pass you. You assume he takes a seat as the bed creeks. Jack gently turns and walks you slowly over in front of Robby.
“Alright, good. We’re gonna skip ahead if you’re comfortable. I want you to slowly strip for him. You can be a big girl and do that right, baby?” Jack husked.
“Yeah,” you answered, nerves still present. Jack acted as your anchor, your back flush with his front.
“Good, now I want you to strip down to your panties,” Jack ordered,
“Kay,” you replied, your arms tentatively crossed before grabbing the hem of your dress and slowly shifting it over and off, leaving you in your panties and bra.
“Keep going,” Jack encouraged. Robby remained silent, only giving away his positions from the small creaks of their mattress. You hesitantly reached for the center of your bra’s front clasp. A shiver ripped through you as Jack helped you out of it and threw it to the floor to join your dress.
“Fuck, she's beautiful, isn’t she, Mikey?” Jack asked,
“Fuck,” you heard Robby groan, “So stunning,” he agreed.
“Can I touch you, sweetheart?” Jack rasped,
“Yeah,” you nodded, before you choked on an inhale as Jack cupped your breasts, teasing your nipples. “Jack,” you moaned as his callused fingers tugged and rolled your nipples.
“Fuck, she’s so sensitive, Mikey,” Jack said, addressing him like you weren’t stationed between them. You whined as one of Jack’s arms looped around you, pulling you back for support as his other skirted down your front, hovering above your core. Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of Jack’s member against your back.
“Can I take these off?” he asked,
“Please,” you whine, rubbing your thighs together. A moan cut through you as he cupped your core.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned,
“How’s she feel?” Robby asked, voice tight.
“Wetter than you could believe.” Jack answered, “Fuck, sweetheart, we’ve barely started. You always get this wet? How many panties have you ruined? Fuck, I bet you could leak through your scrub bottoms. Everyone would know then, huh? How wet a needy little slut like you gets over a little man handling.”
“Jack,” you couldn’t help but whine, face hot, thighs gripping his hand tight.
“Baby, if you want me to help, I’m gonna need my hand back.” He teased. You took a breath before parting your thigh to let him out, only to find yourself whining at the cool air hitting your now exposed core; ruined underwear fallen to your feet.
“Alright, fuck if it were anyone but Michael, you wouldn’t even need lube.” Jack groaned, “We’re gonna get in bed, okay?”
“Kay,” you nodded, blindly following behind Jack. You could hear them both shuffling around as you stayed still, kneeling on the bed.
“Okay, I’m against the headboard, you’re gonna sit in front of me,” Jack said, guiding you over to him. Once seated, he looped his arm around you and pulled you back so you were flush against his front. You anxiously swallowed when your back hit his warm, bare chest. You could feel the absence of his prosthetic as his legs rested outside of your own. The only thing separating you was the cotton of his boxer briefs.
“Still good?” Jack asked,
“Yeah,” you blindly nodded.
“Good, now Mikey’s gonna kiss you, and then he’ll start working down your body. Then he’s gonna eat you out, is that still okay?” Jack asked,
“Can’t-can’t he just fuck me?” you asked, nerves rising.
“He could, but I think you’re gonna like this a lot better. We don’t want it to hurt anymore than it has to.” Jack answered, “Do you need to stop?”
“No, um, it’s just,” you took a breath, “It’s just hard to gauge if you guys are into it with the blindfold on.”
“Sweetheart, I can assure you that we are very much into it,” Robby reassured, “I’ve wanted to have you cumming on my tongue for months.”
“I want to see how pretty you look when you cum,” Jack said. You gasp as you feel him grinding lightly up against your back.
“Okay,” you nodded, “we can keep going,”
“God, you’re such a good fucking girl for communicating,” Jack husked, nipping at your neck. You couldn’t help but whine as he focused in on that spot, sucking and nipping at your throat. A gasp escaped you as you felt a second pair of lips on the other side of your neck. Robby’s beard tickled you as he worked down your throat, skirting down to your chest.
“Fuck,” you gasped as he sucked your nipple into his hot mouth, while his hands teased the other; his massive hands making you feel small. Your head lulled back onto Jack’s shoulder as you whined from every suck, twist, and pull of your nipples.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Jack asked, finally pulling back from your throat, “Do you like him playing with your chest?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, trying to rub your thighs together, only to be stopped by Robby’s body kneeling between them.
“Baby, you gotta talk when I ask you a question, or we won’t know what you like,” Jack said,
“I lik-fuck,” you whined as Robby’s teeth scraped against your nipple, “I like it, mhm, please,” you begged,
“What do you want, love?” Jack asked, as Robby started to trail kisses down to your mound, beard scuffing against your stomach.
“I wanna cum, please,” you panted.
“Alright, baby,” Jack allowed, “you’re gonna feel some pressure on your outer lips as Mikey opens you up,”
“Fuck,” Robby groans, hot breath fanning over your exposed core, “She’s so pretty, Jack,”
“Yeah?” Jack asked,
“Mhm,” Robby hummed, “She’s got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen,”
“Michael,” you whined, pussy pulsing,
“Sorry, honey,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to your clit,
“Fuck,” you gasped,
“Like that, sweetheart?” Jack teased, “Like Mikey playing with over 10,000 of your never endings?”
“Mhm,” you moaned as Robby took a tentative lick against your clit, “Fuck, please,”
“What do you want, baby?” Jack asked. Robby’s facial hair tickling you as he honed in on your clit.
“Wanna, fuck-” You gasped as he started to trace over your opening, mouth still attached to your clit, “Wanna cu-PLEASE,”
“You heard her, babe,” Jack said, letting out a warm laugh, his mouth going back to your throat as Robby dragged a finger up and down your slit before thrusting a finger into your heat.
“Fuck, please, mhm,” you moaned, enveloped in pleasure. Earning a harsh suck from Robby as he slipped in another finger and curled them against your front wall.
“Fuck,” you gasped, as his fingers found a rhythm, too far gone to be embarrassed about the squelching as he fingered you to the base of his digits and back.
“Jack,” you shuddered as he began to play with your nipples, mouth still attached to your neck. Your inhibitions slipped away, a stroke of heat burst in your core, sending you over the edge.
“Fuck,” you moaned, spasming around his fingers, thighs shaking as you cum. Robby worked you through it as Jack whispered praises in your ear.
“Fuck, just like that.” Jack groaned, “Such a good, fucking girl.”
You could only pant as you came down from your high, Jack’s hand rubbing gentle circles into your hip as Robby eased his fingers out.
“Can,” you took a breath, “Can I take the blindfold off?”
“Of course,” Jack said, sliding it off with one gentle tug,
You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the light, Robby’s face hovering above you.
“There’s my girl,” he smiled down at you. You returned a shy smile, heat rushing to your core at the sight of his wet beard.
“Do you want to keep going or call it for today?” Jack asked,
“I wanna keep going,” you decided, “Wanna feel you cum in me.”
“Fuck,” Robby cursed, as you looked up at him through your lashes. His own face reddening.
“Do you want me to leave, or-”
“Please stay,” you interrupted, “I was kinda thinking I could give you head while he fucks me so I have something else to focus on.”
“Fuck,’ Jack groaned, “Okay, how do you want us, sweetheart?”
“I was thinking he could take me from behind, while I suck you off?” you half-asked, half-told.
“So, you want to be on your stomach, while giving me head, and Mikey will fuck you from behind?” Jack clarified.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“Alright, you heard her,” Jack said, smirking up at Robby. He flipped you over on your stomach as soon as Robby slipped off the bed, catching your jaw as you went to look back at Robby.
“I think it’d be best to wait and see him afterwards, I don’t want you stressing over it,” Jack said, stroking your cheek.
“’kay,” you nodded, pushing yourself up onto your forearms to give Jack enough room to shed his underwear. You unconsciously bit your lip as his cock came into view. As a medical professional, it was far from your first time seeing a penis, but the sight of it still made your breath catch in your throat. You could feel saliva pooling in your mouth at the idea of sucking him off.
“Still with us, kid?” he asked, cupping your chin and tilting it up to force eye contact.
“Yeah,” you replied with a gulp,
“Alright, if at any point you want to stop, but can’t talk, I want you to pinch my thigh hard, okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. He smiled down at you before swiping something off his nightstand and tossing it over you to Robby. You then heard Robby, uncap it, and squirt out what sounded like a lot of lube.
You involuntarily whine as the slick head of his cock taps your entrance.
“Ready?” he asked,
“Yes,” you replied evenly, a whine immediately keened in your throat as he breached your entrance. His fingers found your clit and rubbed it to ease the burn of his stretch. Despite his snail’s pace, it still felt like you were being split in two.
“Fuck,” you moaned, tears kissing the corners of your eyes at the new sensation of pain and pleasure. The tap of Jack’s leaking cock on your lips pulled you out of your head.
“Still with us, sweetheart?” Jack asked,
“Yeah, fuck”, you moaned as Robby thrust into you deeper than any finger could.
“I know Mikey’s a lot, but you’re doing so well,” Jack praised,
“Can I-Fuck” you asked, losing your thought as Robby pressed flush against you, his head kissing your cervix.
“Fuck,” Robby gasped, grip tightening.
“She tight, sweetheart?” Jack asked teasingly,
“Like a fucking vice,” Robby groaned, “Still doing alright, baby?”
“Yeah,” you moaned, involuntarily flexing, “I’ve never, fuck, never been so full,”
“Fuck, please don’t do that, honey,” Robby gasped, his grip on your hips turned bruising as he rested his forehead against your back, draped over you as he panted.
“Gonna cum so soon, handsome?” Jack teased,
“Shut up.” Robby groans, “Fuck.”
“Do you want to move?” you asked,
“Fuck, I’m alright, sweetheart, your body’s gotta get used to me first.” He answered, fingers never leaving your clit.
“Jack,” you said, pulling his attention back to you, “Can I,” you asked, nodding at his cock,
“Gonna have to properly ask,” he teased
“Can I suck you off?” you asked after taking a breath,
“Go ahead,” Jack answered, smiling down at you. A moan immediately ripped from his chest as you gently held his cock, and kitten licked from just below the head of his cock, up and over his slit, before sucking the head into your mouth. You minded your teeth as you took more of him into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut as the saliva pooling in your mouth streaked down his cock. You kept your grip light as your fist circled around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You tightened your grip until you heard Jack’s breath stutter, before you began to jerk him off. You twisted your wrist while giving him a hard suck every time you bobbed up around his head.
“Holy, Fuck,” Jack moaned, head tilting back. His hand wove through your hair, not to control you, no, Jack was holding on for dear life. Panicked, you pulled off, hand still wrapped around his base.
“Was that okay?” you asked, nervously.
“Okay? Fuck, baby,” he panted, stopping to take a deep breath, “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?”
“Um, I-um, I did a deep dive on giving head for beginners. I know I wouldn’t be able to deep throat either of you, but I still want you to enjoy it.” You admitted bashfully,
“Was it okay?” you asked again.
“Yeah, fuck, yes, angel, it was more than okay. Fuck, haven’t felt like I was gonna cum that fast in ages,” Jack confessed, cupping your cheek to wipe off the excess drool on your face.
“So, can I?” you asked, nodding at his hard-on, “I’ve never tasted cum before, and I want you both in me now,”
“Yes, but I’m not coming down your throat today,” he said sternly, “When I get close, I’ll pull you off and finish on my stomach, okay?”
“Okay,” you said with a bit of a pout,
“Baby, it’s your first time. I’m not gonna force it down your throat if you don’t like it, you could throw up. We can build up to that, alright?” Jack said, stroking your cheek,
“Okay,” you nodded, “Mikey?”
“Yeah?” he asked, taking a deep breath, as he lifted his head off your back.
“Can you start to move? It only stings a little now,” you asked,
“You, sure, sweetheart?” he asked,
“Please, if it hurts, I’ll pinch Jack. Promise.” You replied,
“Alright,” Robby agreed, as he started to slowly ease out of you, before thrusting back in a bit at a time.
“Fuck,” you whined, pulsing around him,
“Still good, honey?” he asked,
“Don’t stop, please, Mikey,” you border on begging, “So full, fuck”
“Fuck,” he moaned in agreement, gradually picking up speed. You started to feel spacy as you sucked Jack’s cock back into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as his fingers once again found their place threaded through your hair. You started up again, only lasting a few bobs before a moan ripped through your chest as Robby’s short strokes turned into deep pulls.
“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” Jack cursed. You doubled down, your bobs quickening and grip on his cock tightening. Suddenly, you were ripped off of his cock, as he cum splattered across his lower stomach up to his pecs.
“Fuck, please,” you begged Robby, “Please cum, I wanna feel you.”
A moan punched out of his chest at your earnest tone. His hips stuttered before he slammed himself back into you to the hilt. You whined as his warmth filled you. Robby fucked you through it before stilling, arm looped around your lower stomach to catch you from falling flat on the mattress when your arms gave out.
“Fuck,” you moaned, as he started to slowly ease out of you, cum leaking down your plush thighs.
“Still with us, baby?” Jack asked, wiping a bit of his cum off your face with his thumb before you greedily sucked it into your mouth.
“Mhm,” you hummed around it, whining at the loss as he helped you fall on your back between them. Robby was still panting to your left as you were busy catching your own breath. Jack smiled down at you both as he wiped his spent off with his discarded shirt. He nudged your shoulder when your eyes fluttered shut,
“Not yet, baby, gotta get you cleaned up before you sleep,”
You reluctantly pushed yourself up on your forearms as the thin layer of sweat coating your body began to cool and feel uncomfortable.
Your eyes widened as you took in Robby's flaccid penis,
"That was in me?" you asked, dumbfounded.
"Mhm," Jack hummed with a laugh, Robby groaned still recovering, "That's why we're taking an epson salt bath. You okay to move?"
“Yeah,” you nodded. Soon, you found yourself once again reclined against Jack in a steaming bath, warming your bones as they took gentle care of cleaning you up. You practically melted between them as they held you close under a set of freshly cleaned sheets. Happy to lose your long-lived title.
A/N:
Thank you so much for reading :3
Sorry for the gap in updates, I had writer's block. I'm gonna attempt to update on Mondays until school inevitably becomes too much. Hope you all had a lovely weekend and great start to your week ^_^
I just had a thought and it may have already been done but-
Imagine texting your bestie Parker Ellis for your once a shift rant about Brendon Park, but instead of hitting "Parker 💞" you hit "Park 🦈" and send like multiple consecutive messages like-
You: Jesus Christ
You: How the fuck is he that fine and that infuriating at the same fucking time
You: like I didn't even get half of what he was annoyed with, his voice
You: God his FUCKING voice
You: He's got me weak
You: like NGL I'd do whatever he wanted
You: like PLEASE boss me around 🙏
After you send the last text your get pulled somewhere else and you pocket your phone. It's hours later when you can finally check your messages you're confused why your top message from Parker is her asking about getting food later. Like she's never fully dismissed your rants before with no response. Then you look down and are confused why you had a text from Brendon because he's been in surgery for like two hours and shouldn't need your support. You click on the text thread and only THEN to your horror you've realized your mistake and your stomach drops. All he texted back was a simple-
Park 🦈: ?
Cue full spiral
I NEED to finish a paper up, but I WILL be coming back to this.
( In retrospect this was inspired by a convo I had w/ @nocturnalrorobin because of their miss type)
So what are your hc how AKOTSK men deal with jealousy?
I'm so sorry this was in my inbox for so long 😭
5 Jealous Targaryens and 1 Baratheon for Good Luck
Baelor
I kinda head canon that in the moment he appears fine, at least to others. But you can tell immediately, his microexpressions give it away. The crease in his brow, the purposeful unclenching of his jaw, and the rolling of his shoulders to loosen his posture. The rational part of him knew the Ser who helped you dismount your horse wasn't trying to make a pass at you; the gentle cupping of your waist was merely meant to steady you when your footing gave way. He knew that, and yet he couldn't help but feel outrage bubbling under the surface. You were his partner, and as far as he was concerned, he was to be the only one to touch you. What made it worse was your immediate empathy, softly squeezing his hand and silently asking if he was okay. Your face warmed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave back a reassuring squeeze. You weren't used to this level of PDA, let alone him pressing you against the stone wall of the castle's lower hallways as soon as you were alone. No, you were certainly not expecting him to sandwich his thigh between yours and pull you into a bruising kiss. Or for him to lower himself down onto his knees, like he was praying in the sept, and get you off right then and there like only he could. No, the hand of the king could never do anything that reckless.
Maekar
Maekar does not appear fine, and it is everyone's business lol. He was immediately prickly at the sight of a young lord asking you to dance. When he saw the same lord's hands begin to wander, he went nuclear. He didn't care if he made a scene as he wove through the dance floor and grabbed you while simultaneously cursing out the man who dared to touch HIS partner. He kept a firm grip on you until you were back in the privacy of your own bedchambers. Before he could go into a rant, his anger immediately simmers out when he catches the distraught look on your face. You were trying so hard to keep it together and bottle up how uncomfortable you were, but a few stray tears escaped. His face softened as he gently cupped your face and kissed away your tears apologetically, even adding a few more exaggerated kisses before softly pecking your lips. You laugh through your tears, enjoying the playful side of your husband that few non-Targaryens have had the honor to see. He then pulled you in, wrapping his arms tightly around, while resting his chin on the crown of your head, and gently swaying you. You loved this side of him.
Lyonel
I feel like with Lyonel's self-assuredness, he doesn't get jealous over anyone making a pass at you. I think he honestly relishes it and will agree that you're such a catch and gloat that you settled for him. I feel like he'd be more jealous of someone taking your focus away from him, no matter how innocent the intent is. Lyonel, underneath all of his vibrato, is a man who needs your reassurance and cherishes your love and attention. That being said, I think if he were to genuinely get jealous, it would be the biggest spectacle. Gods, you can hear Lyonel's displeasure before you even see him. To the extent that his loud voice echoes around the room, like he's in the walls. You love your partner, but with his gifted vocabulary, status, and volume, any time you need to reel him back in is equivalent to calming a toddler's temper tantrum. Honestly, sometimes you don't have enough energy and let the interaction run its course on whatever poor bastard made the mistake of crossing the laughing storm.
Valarr
Valarr is similar to his father in a way. He's able to mask his displeasure at the sight of the ladies and lords of the court alike flocking around you, but that does nothing to quell his jealousy building under the surface. He knew you were a catch and new to the courts of the red keep, but you were his partner. When you're finally able to break away for lunch, you can immediately tell something's off. He doesn't feel present when you're talking, and he's barely contributing to the conversation outside of nodding his head and a few sparing words. When he excuses himself back to his bedchambers, you follow worried he's ill. You immediately lose your concern when he presses you up against the closed inside of his chamber's doors and pulls you in for a heated kiss. While unsure of where this was coming from, you didn't question it. You loved your soft and caring partner, but you equally loved it when he lost control and was desperate for you. You could only stand there and take it as his lips skated down your neck and began to nip and suck hickeys above your collar. Your whines only spurred him on as he ground his pelvis down on yours, pulling deep moans from your throat. By the time he's satisfied and takes you to bed, it looks like you were on the losing side of a fight with an octopus. Not that you'd ever complain, though 😉
Daeron
Your relation to Daeron is fluid and does not subscribe to a traditional relationship. You agreed and were both happy with an open relationship built on transparency; at least you thought you were. That was until one night, Daeron had one too many and needed your help back to his chambers. While putting him to bed, the prince drunkenly confessed how insecure he was when you'd bed another man, worried you'd grow sick of him and replace him. You shushed his tears and assured him you weren't mad or unhappy with him. You opt to stay the night with your dreamer to make sure he is okay and geared up for a serious conversation with a hungover Daeron.
Aerion
Once again, we have another son who learned from his father (for better or worse lol). When Aerion sees anyone get too friendly with you, he immediately clocks it as a threat. It doesn't matter if he lashes out physically or verbally (or both), he's hammering across the fact that your HIS partner and no one is allowed to have what's his. Gods forbid someone touches you or does something that would warrant an excuse for his behavior. His already short fuse gets clipped in half, and he doesn't care about anyone catching a stray. You're the only one who can calm him down after incidents like that. Between a soft, but firm, squeeze of his hand or distracting him long enough for the perpetrator to get away, you were the only one who could wrangle the hot-headed prince.
