Oh I Wanna Let Them Unwrap Me
Summary: You all head back to Robby's cabin to celebrate the holiday season - Merry Christmas ya filthy animals
Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Reader, Jack Abbot x Samira Mohan (and all possible matchups between the 4)
Warnings/Tags: Smut no plot -> Boss/Employee "roleplay", sex for "favours", girl on girl, boy on boy, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), dom/sub dynamics, Jack and Robby call each other 'brother' romantically but no fauxcest, semi-voyeurism, edging, probably unrealistic old man stamina, dirty talk - literally all porn
Notes: I feel like I can't call this a series because there is no plot but if you want context it's here
I hope you all get to spend some time with your loved ones (and that you get some time alone to read this one) - not sure if I remembered to make everyone take their clothes of so lets pretend I did
Word Count: 4.0K
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The plan was put in motion in October, before Robby had a chance to start the December schedule. Samira was over, as she often was when Jack worked night shifts and kicked her out of the hospital so she won't run herself ragged working doubles to spend time with him. The two of you ate the food that Robby'd made, keeping your hands to yourselves which raised a red flag to him, you were always climbing over each other when you were home.
"What's going on?" he asks eyebrow raised.
"What do you mean, baby?" you ask, returning his skeptical expression.
"Why are you two…," he gestures with his hand between you two, "behaving? What's your game here?"
"There's no game, Robby," Samira says, looking at him with such an innocent expression he almost believes her, "Thank you for the food, it was delicious."
"You're welcome…" his brow is furrowed. You get up, kissing the deep creases in his forehead before kneeling between his legs. You gesture for Samira to join you and you hear the scrape of her chair against the floor. She's next to you working on his belt, undoing his zipper, "You know what, I don't even care anymore. Keep going."
She pulls out his cock. He's soft, and she wraps her hand around the base, looking at you to continue.
"You know, Mikey, now that I think about it we do have a question for you."
"Yeah," he grunts, "What is it, kid?"
A shiver runs down your spine when he says it, "We were thinking about the December schedule."
You join Samira, a teasing hand along his balls while his cock gets stiffer under her hand as she slides it along his shaft.
"What about it?"
"We were thinking," Samira cuts in this time, "That since Jack is the only one of us that celebrates Christmas, we could go up to your cabin and give him a nice little Christmas present."
She leans forward, licking him from base to tip.
"But in order to do that, us four need the same days off," you finish and Robby leans back in his chair.
"I see," you already know that he's going to do this for you, but he plays the part anyways, "You know the schedule is already very complicated without inane requests. How are you gonna convince me?"
Samira keeps eye contact with him, looking up at him through her lashes as sucks his tip into her mouth. Robby groans above you, watching as join, repeating her earlier motions by running your tongue along the prominent vein in his shaft.
"Fuuuck, girls, gonna put on a show for me?"
So now you were back at the cabin, with two full days off together before Samira and Robby were scheduled again.
"Need a bigger bed in here, Rob," Jack says as he catches himself from falling off the edge of the bed, again.
"In my defense," Robby's in the bathroom, the door open as he runs the beard oil you got him through the course hair on his face, "When I bought this place I was single. I didn't even think that the guest room was going to get used very often, much less trying to stuff four of us in one bed."
"Time to upgrade to a california king," you say, resting your head on Jack's chest. You can feel his muscles flexing as he tries to keep himself from rolling off a third time, "maybe something bigger if they have it."
"We'll look into it in the new year," Robby shuts off the light when he's done and comes to stand at the edge of the bed, "Alright, which one of you is getting kicked out so I can go to bed."
"Why are we getting kicked out?" Samira asks, squirming next to you, trying to somehow get closer to you despite already being pressed up against your back, "I'm warm and cozy."
"Because this is my room, in my cabin, that I'm allowing all of you to stay here, rent free, so I get to chose where I want to sleep."
"I'm comfy," Samira says, stretching beside you and yawning, "don't wanna move."
"Don't care whose here with me, just need two of you out."
"Mean," you pout, "I'm not moving either. I worked today unlike some people."
Jack starts to get up, and you whine, "Nooo, your boobs are so comfy, Jackie."
He scoffs, "They're not boobs, they're pecs."
"They're boobs," you repeat, "You have cleavage when you wear V necks."
"Alright, one up whose next?" Robby interrupts before it devolves into an argument like this topic always does.
"Not moving, Mikey," when you look over your shoulder, Samira's already asleep, "We're having a sleepover, you go keep your boy cooties over in that room."
Robby looks at Jack, "She's talking about boy cooties like she's not begging for my dick in her mouth every chance she gets."
"Hey!"
"Am I lying?"
"No," you flip over on your stomach, star fishing on your half of the bed, "But just for that I'm really not getting up now."
"Jack can carry you."
"What, you don't want to share a bed with me?" Jack asks, feigning offense, "You don't think I'm pretty or something?"
"You're plenty pretty, but the guest bed is smaller and we're two grown men. If I fall out of the bed I'm gonna get a back spasm."
Jack wraps his arms around Robby's waist, pulling in the taller man for a kiss, "Leave 'em. We'll get all snuggled up in the middle and I'll catch you before you fall."
"If you two fuck do it quietly," you call out as they leave the room.
You're vaguely aware of Samira kissing your shoulder. You're still floating inbetween sleep and reality, as she trails her kisses up your shoulder, moving your hair so that she has access to your neck.
"C'mon, sleepy," she whispers in your ear, "Gotta get up so we can get ready."
You groan, turning onto your back but not opening your eyes.
She kisses your chest, your neck, your jaw, your cheek, "I'm not kissing you proper 'till you get up and brush your teeth."
It's incentive enough. Samira is a morning person. She's been up for a while, her make up already done, curls refreshed so they frame her face nicely. You can't help it, you're giggling and pulling her in because the lip gloss she's wearing demands that you kiss her immediately.
"What is that? Tastes so fucking good."
"No idea, the label rubbed off a long time ago so now it's for special occasions," she gives you another quick peck, "Now, put your face on I'm gonna wake up Robby so he can go start the fire and get started on the wrapping paper stuff."
"He doesn't mean what he says when he wakes up," you warn her, "he's just the grumpiest person ever for the first hour or so."
You go through your routine quickly, not doing anything too fancy. Eyeshadow that suits your features and then you're putting on your base, before fluffing up your curls and heading out to the bedroom.
Samira is there, laying with the rolls holding it up to her skin.
"Which one, the red one? Or the green?" Both are plain, solid colours. Both suit her dusky skin well.
"The red, it's gonna make his eyes pop out of his head when he sees you in it."
"So how are we doing this?" she asks, pulling her duffel back onto the bed, "I brought lingerie but I think not wearing anything might be better?"
"Think so," you nod, "Wrapping paper, present. No extra layers."
Now a cute little dress out of wrapping paper seems like it would be an easy task. However, when you have the most gorgeous woman in the world standing naked in front of you, it's actually very difficult.
"You're not helping," she giggles as you kiss her neck, the paper rips under your finger tips again as you were trying to tape the piece down.
"'Cause I just wanna rip this off of you," you nip at her earlobe, "Fuck Jack. I wanna make you my present."
"Oh come on now, your birthday is coming up it'll be your turn soon."
She turns her head, letting you kiss her. This piece is ruined now with the rip in the side so you slide your hand in making the rip much larger as you bring your hand up to roll her nipple between your fingers.
"I-I think," you make a hole on the other side to make your other hand wander down to her soft mound, fingers barely brushing the skin there, "M-maybe do two pieces, instead of one. Might- might be be easier to keep intact."
"You're so smart, Mira," you kiss her neck.
You're just about slip your hand between her legs when the door opens.
"Hi, baby," you greet Robby, not moving your hands.
"You guys aren't ready yet?" he groans rubbing a hand down his face, "Why am I surprised? You're useless lesbians when you're together, gonna start scheduling you on separate shifts."
"You don't seem to care most of the time," You bat your eyelashes at him, which usually gets him to turn into putty under your hands but he rolls his eyes and pulls Samira away by her wrist.
"C'mon, I'm separating you two," he pulls her into the bathroom, wrapping paper and other necessary materials in hand, and looks at you before he shuts the door, "You. No touching anything, sit on your hands if you have to."
Robby knows this is a non-issue, and if he were to complain, that no one would feel any sympathy for him. Not that he would complain about how his two smartest and most capable residents giggling all over each other in his cabin while they try to make dresses out of wrapping paper - he has his thoughts about stupid tik tok trends but this one he is grateful for.
But its buttfuck early in the morning on his day off and he's tired.
Not that anyone would be able to tell it's before the asscrack of dawn with the way Samira's hands are running all over his body, blunt nails scratching his chest, his back, as she leans up kiss him.
"Oh my," he digs his hands into her hips pulling her away, "This was your idea, wasn't it?"
"You are a grump in the morning," she giggles, leaning up on her tip toes to kiss his nose, "I thought you were just like that at work 'cause you'd rather be at home."
"I'm nice at work."
She laughs, and Robby is just a little bit offended, but he lets it slide this time.
"How are we doing this?" He asks holding up the wrapping paper.
"Two pieces. Crop top, and skirt," she says, but her hand is wandering on his chest again, "But you're gonna have to get me out of this one that your girl ruined first."
He does, the paper tearing in his hands easily. He crumples it into a ball, leaving it on the counter to deal with it later, leaving Samira naked in front of him, her hand resting on her chest.
"No," he says when he sees the wheels turning in her head.
"Robby you know it's really hard for you to pretend that you're not affected by this," he hand wanders down his body to where he's been ignoring the way his cock has been tenting his pants for a while now. She grips him firmly through the fabric, making his breath hitch.
He reaches out, pinches her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, "Behave."
When he's finally got her all wrapped up with the accompanying bow on top, he opens the door and looks at you all wide eyed and gorgeous, actually sitting on your hands like he told you to. He thinks a moment about how this would logically play out if he were to let you see Samira.
He turns back to the woman in the bathroom, stopping her when she tries to walk past him, "Nope. You're staying in here until I'm finished with her. You're not ruining my hard work."
The fire is a little bit smaller by the time you two are ready so Robby throws another log on it before turning to where you two are sitting on the couch.
"Can I leave you two alone while I go wake up Jack?"
"You know you can't," you say, pulling him down by his shirt for a kiss.
"At least you're honest," he shakes his head, as he starts back down the hall.
Surprisingly, Jack's still snoring lightly. Jack is usually a light sleeper, evidenced by the way he starts stirring as soon as Robby's crawling on top of him, kissing his naked chest.
"Since when are you up this early?" the silver haired man asks when he looks at the clock on the bedside table.
"Got a surprise for you," Robby kisses his collar bone.
"Yeah? Anything to do with these?" Jack asks, flicking the pink ribbons you tied around Robby's biceps with a matching one around his waist above his sweat pants, not wanting him to be left out of the present fun.
"Gonna have to come out and see."
Jack takes one of Robby's hands in his, guides it down his body all the way down to where his dick is chubbed up already. He keeps going till Robby's hand is under the waistband of his boxers and Robby groans.
"I'm supposed to be getting you to the living room right now."
"I'm sure they're keeping themselves busy," Jack wraps Robby's hand around the base of the younger man's dick, "Why don't you just get me ready for them?"
Fucking hell, "Why is everyone so fucking horny this morning? I've got those two putting their hands all over me, and now you."
Jack laughs, "And you're complaining?"
Robby sighs, "No I'm not."
"So, what's the hold up, brother? Gonna suck it a little or not?"
"The girls are waiting," Robby says, but he's pulling the covers all the way off him, kneeling between his legs.
"Oh because they're defintely sitting on opposites side of the room right now."
Robby gives in. He gotten used the feel of Jack's dick in his throat, knows how to work him.
"Yeah, baby," Jack groans, getting his hand in Robby's hair, "So good to me."
Robby doesn't tease him much, bobbing his head up and down to take more and more of him each time. Robby rubs a hand along Jack's thighs, drawing out noises as the other man sinks into the mattress. He sinks all the way down, holding Jack in the back of his throat as he reaches up and grabs at his fondle his pec. You might be right about that one, feels a lot like a tit under his hand like this.
He continues his minstrations, moving his head up and down Jack's shaft as his hips buck off the bed. He can feel his own cock starting to throb between his legs, tip starting to spit with precum, knows he needs to end this before he ruts into the bed and is out for the rest of your games.
He pulls off with a pornographic slurp, string of saliva keeping him connected to Jack, who tightens his grip in his hair and tries to push Robby's head back down.
"C'mon, man, so close. Don't do this to me."
"Gotta get up, brother, or you're going to ruin the surprise. Put your leg on, let's go."
Robby's fully expecting the wrapping paper on the floor by the time he gets back. However, he he's pleasantly surprised by the sight of you on top of Samira, dress more wrinkled with a few more rips, but mostly intact.
The two stand men stand in the middle of the living room, Robby clears his throat and the two of you pull apart, eyes a little glossy as you try to focus again.
"Oh, this all for me?" Jack asks, walking where you're hovering over his girlfriend and puts his hand under your chin, thumb running along your bottom lip before he slips it in. He looks back at Robby, "Where's your get up?"
Robby laughs, "I didn't think I'd looks as cute."
"I found wrapping paper with dreidles on it and he still didn't wanna wear it," Samira pouts under you.
"You two in wrapping paper is cute and sexy. Me in wrapping paper is like an overfilled sausage wrapper."
"Mikey, don't say that," you say standing up as Jack and Samira, echo your sentiment.
You walk over, wrapping your arms around his torso, leaning up to kiss him.
"I let you put the ribbons on me, yeah? I'm playing the game."
"Don't think we're done having this conversation," you give him another quick kiss before you turn around, back still pressed to his chest, "Where do you want us, Jackie?"
"Go sit by Samira. Do not touch each other until I say so."
You listen, practically floating over to Mira before sitting down next to her. You watch, transfixed as Jack beckons Robby over and he follows. He gets Robby's shirt off, leaving the bows you tied and retied until they were perfect. Robby leans down, fingers tangled in Jacks silver curls.
You peak over at Samira whose thighs are clenched very tightly together. You put a hand on her, felling her muscles relax under your touch. Her legs fall open for you, letting you ghost your hand up to the apex of her thighs.
You keep your eyes, on the boys as you slip a finger between her folds, collecting the wetness at her entrance, hands gliding easily up to her clit. Robby moans into Jacks mouth as Jacks hand dips into his sweats, hiding the best part from your view.
Samira whines, whether from disappointment of not being able to see her boyfriends hand around your boyfriends cock or from the way you're rubbing lazy circles on her sensitive bud youre not sure, but it gets Jack's attention.
"What did I just fucking say?" He looks to Robby, "She's a bad influence on my girl, you know."
"Yeah, I know," Robby shrugs, "Dunno what I'm supposed to do about it."
You end up on Robby's lap, legs spread over his thigh as he holds your arms behind your back. He's still wearing his sweatpands, fabric pressed deliciously against your pussy. Jack's decided that since you can't follow instructions, you get to watch as he carefully undoes the red bow on her body, ribbon falling onto the floor. The rest of the wrapping paper follows after it tears easily in Jacks hands.
Jack and Samira look good together. Her dark skin contrasts his much paler tone as he lays her on the floor, trailing kisses on her body as he uses his broad shoulsers to hold her legs open. She's loud like she always is, back arching off the ground as Jack uses his skilled tongue on her. Her eyes are shut, hands groping at her tits as she moans out.
You can't help it, you start to rock your hips on Robby's thigh. The hand that isn't keeping your arms pinned behind your back reaches out and stops you, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.
"You heard him, baby," a kiss to your shoulder, "Nothing for you until he says so."
You groan, trying again but Robby's grip is firm.
"C'mon, Mikey, lets have a little fun together," you turn to look at him over your shoulder, "Gonna feel so good watching them while your big dick is inside me. I won't even move, I promise."
You both know that's a lie. Robby doesn't oblige, just keeps your head towards the show in front of you.
You can feel the scratch of his chest hair against your back. He kisses your shoulder.
"Jealous, baby? Want Jack's mouth on you like that?"
You know Samira's coming by the way her legs try to clamp around Jack's head. He stops her, keeps her legs spread wide with his strong hands, prominent veins on display as he flexes his fingers into her thighs.
You nod, trying to grind your hips again but Robby keeps you frozen in place.
"Robby, please."
"Oh sweetheart, we both know I'm not the one to ask."
Samira cries out again, pushing Jack's head away from her cunt. He obliges, pushing himself up her body and crashing his mouth against hers. It's sloppy, all tongue and heavy breathing as she comes back down to reality.
Eventually Jack looks at Robby and the have one of their wordless conversations.
Next thing you know you're bent over the arm on the couch as Jack sinks into you from behind while you're forced to watch your best friend lower herself onto your boyfriends cock. Your pussy flutters, and you can't rip your eyes away from where he's she's sliding deeper and deeper onto him, head falling back as she does so. Robby rubs his hands along her thighs as her body adjusts.
"They look good together, huh, doll," Jack grunts in your ear while pushing your forward, fully pining you between the couch and his body.
You nod, trying to use any form of friction you Jack doesn't give in. He never does.
Samira hates being on top. She was built to be taken care of by one of her four doting companions. But she gives it a valiant try,bouncing in Robby's lap as his hips come up to meeet her halfway. He noises are more strained than euphoric as her hips start to falter. She gets her hand on her tit.
"Rob," Jack's leaning over you now, effectively stopping you from gaining any momentem on him, "Think she's had enough. Why don't you let her get you off?"
Robby listens, helping Samira off his lap. He sits on the coffee table that you'd pushed to the side earlier, giving Samira a pillow for her knees before she's swallowing down his hard cock. You can only see her head bobbing his lap, but that's you need before your pussy is throbbing around Jack, begging him to just start moving already.
He laughs, "This is what happens when you don't follow orders." His tone is mocking. He gets a hand between your legs, rubbing the most mind numbingly slow circles on your clit. You groan, trying to thrust your hips against his hand.
"Say you're sorry, doll," you can feel his breath on your ear, "Say you're never gonna do it again and maybe I'll show you mercy."
Robby's leaning back on his hands, head to the ceiling as the wet squealching noises of Samira's throat reaches your ears.
"M sorry, Jackie," you pant, falling limp against the couch, "Please, please let me cum. I'll be so fucking good, I prmise."
He doesn't move, doesn't speed up his fingers at all. You're entranced by the way his chest is heaving, eyes following the way he's panting.
"Why don't I believe you, doll?"
Because you're lying, and you both know it.
"Ugh, Jackie please."
"Today is my day, right?" you nod. You feel his stubble poking your neck as trails kisses up to your jawline, "So what I say goes?"
You nod again. Robby's knuckles are turning white with their grip on the coffee table. His eyes are screwed shut.
"So no more complaining."
Robby finishes with a sputter and an involuntary thrust of his hips. Samira takes it well, moaning around him before sinking all the way down, feeling him soften in her mouth.
"Fuck," he murmurs, running a hand along her dark curls, "Gonna fucking kill me, Mohan."
You try to look back at Jack, to try and use any of your tactics on him but he just grips your chin in with his strong hands and turns you to look back them.
"I hate you a little bit right now."
"Keep flattering me and I'll go fuck your boyfriend instead.
