JEALOUSLY IS SUPER UGLY! - jack abbott x reader x michael robinavitch
part 1 (here) | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (finished)
synopsis for this chapter: despite his best efforts, jack abbott has found himself smitten with you, a drunk party girl who ends up in his er with a swollen ankle and a mission to fluster him.
warnings: no robby this chapter, but the next one is when him and reader meet! very drunk reader! very fluffy, very cute times, ellis and shen are little shits, flustered!jack is a need
a/n: absolutely is inspired by ashnikko’s song and it will become more apparent in the next chapters
You met Jack Abbott first. It was 1am, six hours into his shift when you came in with a friend carrying you like a princess. You were giggling your little head off, barely able to stop wiggling enough for the man carrying you to keep you there. It was clear you were very intoxicated, and even though your tall, muscular male friend didn’t seem to be, Jack’s first question to him behind Ellis had been, “Sir, did you drive her here?”
“Yes, I did but I was the designated driver for the night so I haven’t had anything to drink.” Very polite, not angry at the assumption like some people would be.
Your head popped up from behind his shoulder as they brought you back into a bay and said, “It’s true, it’s true. His as sober as a priest.”
“It’s nun.” Jack said as your friend placed you down on the bed.
“What? Nun ya business? Is that what you were gonna say?”
The cheeky little look on your face as you looked up at him made him smile for the first time this shift.
“No, that would have been funny though. Can you tell me what happened, I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name?”
You held out your hand, smiling so hard that your eyes were practically closed, or because you were so drunk that you were getting sleepy, and told him your name with a level of pride he hadn’t had since enlisting.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Doctor Abbott.”
“Oo, that’s fun.” You said directly to him before turning to your friend, Andrew apparently, and whispered the same thing to him.
“Do you know how much you had to drink tonight?”
“Lots.” You said seriously, nodding your head a few times.
“Okay. We’ll hook you up to an IV to make sure you’re okay and then we will get looking at your ankle. What happened?”
You sat up like the question had just awoken something slumbering within you, slapping your hand on his arm and saying, “Oh my god, it was so crazy. So we were dancing, because they were playing one of my favorite disco songs that I can’t remember the name of, like we had to go dance because when do they ever play disco at the club, right? So we’re dancing having a good time, it gets to the faster part so I start whipping my hair around like it’s a rock concert, like let’s get the energy up in here. But because of the amount of Malibu Barbie’s I had had, I got dizzy. And then! You would not believe this but this dude tries to rub up on me, like ew as if! So I turn around and slap him but because of how fast I turned, I got him really good too, my ankle just like crumped and I fell and it hurt. Thankfully, my boy Andrew was there to make sure I didn’t flash anything to anyone. Ugh, love him.”
Jack could only stare at you for a moment. He got about half of that but got the gist of what happened and what could be going on with your ankle. It didn’t look like it was broken but it didn’t look good either, bruising quickly and swollen enough to be concerning, especially since he hadn’t seen you walk or attempt to walk on it yet. The way you spoke had captured him, despite the fact that he still confused him, the way you talked with your hands and this complete self assuredness that he couldn’t tell if it was coming from the alcohol or if it was just you.
It was only when Ellis spoke that he remembered she was even in the room, “I want you to narrate everything in my life.” She had finished inserting an IV into the crook of your elbow and hooking up a bag of saline to it. The cold fluid was making you cold, as you were lightly shivering before Andrew pulled his jacket off and laid it over you like a blanket. It took everything in Jack to not visibly roll his eyes.
You pouted at her, “Oh my god, you are so sweet. You have a really great voice too, you could totally be the voice of those sexy lesbian books. The girls would love that.”
Ellis chuckled with a smirk as she snapped her latex gloves off, “You know, I’ll keep that in mind. This place doesn’t pay me nearly enough,” Turning to Jack, she asked, “You good here, boss?”
“Yeah, we’re good. You’re not going to start throwing hands with me, are you?” He said, getting a little bolder with you. He hadn’t done…this before. Flirted with a younger woman in this capacity, or really any capacity. After his wife passed and he lost his leg, he had put himself back on the shelf, marked himself as past his experience date. Robby had tried to get him back out there, around the time that he and Collins had shacked up for a bit, but he just felt sorry for himself. He was eighteen when he joined the army. Obviously, when he finished his tour, he had flings and girlfriends before he met his wife but after her passing, it felt like too much time had passed for him to catch up to where he was supposed to be. He wasn’t experienced in this kind of thing anymore.
But you giggled, slapping his arm gently and leaned in to say, “Nooo, I’d never! You’re too pretty for that.”
He chuckled, ignoring the hot feeling in his cheeks, “See? I’ll be fine.”
As Ellis left the room with a cocky grin, probably to go tell Shen about Jack’s school boy crush, he turned to your friend, Andrew, and said, “We are flushing her system in hopes of bringing her blood alcohol levels down, in the meantime, we will need to get her on the list for a leg CT scan. It will be awhile so if you need to go, you can.”
“No, I want to be here-“
“Noo, Andrew,” You said, lulling your head to the side to stare at him, your gaze unfocused, “You can go, I’ll be okay.”
“Babe-“
“No, it’s fine. You’ve got to go back. The girls are there and you need to go drive them home.”
He sighed, before kissing your forehead and patting your arm, “Okay. Text me when you’re done and I’ll come get you, alright?”
“Alrighty. Bye bye, baby.”
Andrew turned to Jack and said on his way out, “I’m in her contact list in her files, please call me if anything happens.”
“I will.”
Jack looked back at you while the door closed with a small smile, which you returned, “I’m going to take off your shoe to check your ankle, that alright?”
An incredibly smug, pleased smile graced your face as you leaned back with your arms raised and your leg lifted towards him.
“You can take off anything you want.”
Despite his surprised at your blatant drunk flirting, he still started to unbuckle your very high, platform heels. They had three buckles on the side going up your ankle
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be talking to your doctor like that.” He smirked, trying to hide it by ducking his head in concentration. It was an incredibly difficult shoe to get off.
“Maybe I’m talking like this because you are my doctor.”
Jack cocked an eyebrow as he looked you in the eye, holding your injured ankle gently in his hand while his other slowly slipped the shoe off of you.
“You flirt with all your doctors?”
“Nooo, but then again, none of my other doctors have ever been hot like you, so.” You shrugged and looked off for a moment, like you had become distracted by the medical supplies on the wall suddenly. You gasped though, whipping your head back to him and saying, “Oh my god, you’re my first hot Doctor! Aww, you’re my first. That’s so special.”
“It is very special.” His mind was a little preoccupied as he gently felt around your ankle, feeling your heartbeat under your swollen purple skin. You hissed slightly in pain from the pressure of his fingers.
“You’ve got very soft hands.” You murmured, a little dazed sounding now, like the alcohol was now getting to you. He wasn’t worried about a possible concussion, since you hadn’t hit your head and had been lucid this whole time.
He scoffed a little, “I’ve never been told that before.” It was a lie, Robby had before. In a weird, drunken moment before he started poking fun at his little thing of hand lotion that he keeps in his work bag. “Okay, so I don’t think it’s broken but obviously the CT will tell us for sure. It’s probably a sprain, the swelling with go down with some anti inflammatory medication and ice. We’ll get you fitted for a brace to keep it from any further damage, you’ll have to take it easy for a few weeks. Sound good?”
You nodded, still with a drunken and dazed look on your face, and seemingly had been staring right at him this entire time. Obviously, Jack wasn’t going to do anything. It would be unethical as a doctor, plus you were incredibly intoxicated right now, so no matter how much you flirted with him, there was nothing he could do about it. Besides maybe innocently flirt back a little, to keep you happy. Patient satisfaction score seemed to be this hospitals number one priority, with the amount of times Gloria had been on his and Robby’s ass about it.
“Alright, do you want me to call your boyfriend and let him know the plan?”
“What are you gonna do? Gonna call yourself?”
He smiled and scoffed, “Funny. No, the guy who was just here. Andrew?”
You snorted and laughed so hard, like it was the funniest joke in the world, leaving him to just stand there, suddenly feeling like an idiot.
“Andrew’s not my boyfriend! No, silly! We play for the same team, the team that is really enjoying you in scrubs, btw.”
“Well, that, I have been told before.” He snapped off his gloves into the bin before turning and sitting back down next to you, “You are next on the list for a CT, you need anything in the meantime?”
“Hmm, I suppose a little kiss on the forehead is out of the question?”
His cheeks hadn’t returned to their natural color and now his cheeks were hurting from smiling. When had he ever smiled during a shift? Never, to his recollection.
“It might be a little unprofessional.”
Your head lulled towards him again, a relaxed and pleased smile on your face with your eyes barely up, “I’m good then. My arm is cold.”
“I’ll get you a blanket and another pillow for your ankle, it’ll help with the swelling.”
As he made his way out and opened the sliding glass door, you called after him, “Bye Dr. Jackie! See you later!”
He hadn’t ever been flirted like this before, besides maybe Myrna, but that barely counted as she did that to get on their nerves. You were drunk, obviously, so he didn’t take your words seriously, but it felt nice anyway. Feeling wanted in some way.
At the nurses station, Ellis and Shen were both leaning against the counter with smirks on their faces and cocked heads.
Jack pointed a finger at them as he approached, only saying, “Don’t.”
“We said nothing.” Shen said, hands up in defense.
“But if we were to say something, we would probably say you are as smitten as a goddamn kitten over that very drunk woman.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. Send her up to CT when they call.” He said, speeding passed them and towards the linen closet.
Both residents smiled at each other as Shen said in a sing song voice, “I’m gonna start a rumor~”
the first night robby comes over and every night after that.
content: michael robinavitch x reader, jack abbott x reader, hint of jack abbott x michael robinavitch, headcanons, throuple, threesome mention, slight nsfw mention, awkward robby, sad robby, happy robby!
when jack approaches robby one night on the roof, he asks him if he has a crush on his girlfriend. robby blanches, of course, and considers how quickly can he leap the makeshift fence and hit the ground.
but jack doesn't chastise or scold. he tells robby it's okay. that they've known for a while. and that he wanted to talk to him about it.
jack invites robby over dinner, saying it's just to "try this whole thing out" and see how it goes.
robby, who pinches himself secretly to see if he's dreaming, thinks about it. he did have a massive crush on you. and he harbored similar feelings for his best friend, too. but he wasn't good enough to earn a spot on your couch, let alone in your bed.
he's been in jack's home plenty of times. knows his way around. but since you've moved in, there's some differences. a new table in the foyer, for instance. a porch swing hanging outside. a comfortable rug in the dining room. he likes the changes.
when robby's in the living room with jack and you, he feels like a dog from the pound, just adopted, trying to learn his owner's routine. you and jack have a playlist you put on while you cook. it echoes through the house for the first hour he's there. you and jack keep your blankets folded in a basket, in case robby gets cold. because you keep the house cold for jack.
he watches as jack effortlessly touches you, grazes along your back, kisses your cheek, caresses your hand when he takes something from you. he watches as you laugh at his jokes, offer tastes of the food you're making, and sips the glass of wine he poured.
as you eat dinner, you're offering robby the slightest touches. fingertips brushing against each other as you pass him the salt. a hand on a shoulder when you're laughing at a joke. feet bumping under the table while you're listening to jack's story.
later, robby's sitting on the back porch with jack, each with a beer in their hand. you have the radio playing softly as you're draped on the patio furniture. robby sits on the long couch with you and every time your feet pat against his thigh, his breath stops.
"so, about all this," jack starts, and robby wants to shit himself. he almost forgot in the peace of the moment that the dinner was had for a reason. jack explains it. explains your conversations. explains your boundaries. you chime in, offering what you can to the discussion.
robby takes it in. processes it. he's offered a moment of reprieve when you get up to use the bathroom and fetch more drinks. jack asks him. man to man.
"you sure about this?" robby asks jack. he knows he's not the most desirable man the two of them could've had in their relationship. he's got baggage. he's got emotional problems that could keep a therapist paid for years to come.
"100% sure," jack answers him. "besides, she gets lonely during the nights when i'm not here." robby laughs. "we want you to come over, have dinner with us, eat breakfast out here in the mornings."
"and what about..." robby didn't have to finish his question before jack chuckled. "look, i'm not a fragile guy. she's open minded. she's got more love to give than just one man. treat her respectfully, keep me in the loop, and i'm happy."
robby nods. "but only her," jack adds. "if you wanna do this, you gotta be loyal, brother." robby nods again.
as the night comes to an end, robby feels a little more comfortable taking up space. your legs are spread across his lap, his hands solid and warm on your ankles. jack's on the other side of you, keeping you propped up against his chest, an arm slung around your torso. there's music playing and you're talking.
like an adopted dog, robby starts to let his guard down. he seems to have found some shelter here.
later, you and jack are in your bed, curled up in the middle despite the amount of room on either side of you. robby opted for a guest bed tonight, saying he didn't wanna intrude so early. but you can't stop thinking about him. alone in that big bed.
"jack?" you whisper, testing the waters. he hums. "will you ask robby to come sleep in here with us? i don't want him left out on the first night." he slides out of bed and pads down the hall to the guest bed. he knocks a few times and cracks the door. robby turns over.
"hey man," jack says, rubbing his eyes. "she wants you to come sleep in our bed. and i wouldn't put up a fight about it." robby looks bewildered, but gets up and follows jack into bed. he carefully climbs in behind you, but doesn't touch you. jack gets back into position in front of you and you lay on his chest. suddenly, your hand shoots behind you, grabs onto one of robby's arms, and you tug on him until his arm is pulled across your midsection, effectively forcing him to spoon you.
with a sigh of contentment, you fall asleep. robby stays up, listening to the breathing and light snores coming from the two of you.
robby comes over nearly every night, especially on nights where jack is gone. you cook him dinner after his long shifts, he sits at the kitchen island and watches. you offer him tastes of the food and he hums and smiles and says it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
eventually, he gets comfortable enough to come up and hug you from behind, peppering your cheek and the top of your head with pecks. you lean back into him happily.
he takes care of you at night, kills the spiders, checks on loud noises, holds you tight. the first few times you and robby had sex, it was with jack. testing the waters. discovering preferences and likes. and now, he helps you unwind every night, using his talents for good.
in the morning, robby leaves with the promise that jack will be home very soon after. when jack comes home, you make him breakfast. he dances with you in the kitchen, asks how your night with robby was, and eventually tempts you back to bed so he can sleep.
robby stays around for a while, for a long time. he considers forever here. thinks about what it may be like to live like this for the rest of his life. he finds himself on the back porch one night while you finish loading the dishwasher. thinks about that first night, about feeling lost, not wanted. then he hears his name from the open sliding door and smiles.
robby and jack together are generous. you had always had access to jack's credit card, despite numerous occasions on which you said you had your own money to fend for yourself. he tells you that he loves that for you, but to keep your money. robby follows suit not long after, adding you as an authorized user to his amex. you're never in want of anything.
jack and robby start using their pto, using their backlogged vacation days to take you on trips. and hotels aren't so expensive when all you need is the one king bed.
the three of you find an odd harmony and balance in life. everyone's figured out one another. you bounce around each other in the kitchen effortlessly. your legs always find purchase in robby's lap while jack's arms wrap around you. robby's shifts go by a little quicker when he knows what he gets to come home to.
p.s. robby and jack eventually kiss after much pestering from you. it sparks something in robby he didn't know existed. two beers later, and he tries again. that night with the two of them was interesting.
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbott x Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Nurse Reader
Description:
Navigating the chaotic ER at The Pitt as a dedicated nurse requires sharp instincts, quick feet, and a lot of caffeine. But your biggest challenge isn't the influx of trauma patients—it’s keeping your relationship with Jack and Robby a total secret from the rest of the hospital staff. For months, the three of you have successfully played the roles of professional colleagues. But after a brutal shift, exhaustion causes the carefully constructed walls to slip, and a moment of quiet, shared intimacy in the staff lounge is caught by a young pair of eyes in the building: Dr. Victoria Javadi.
The plastic edges of your badge felt cool against your thumb as you slid it through the wall-mounted scanner.
Beep.
The digital screen flashed a crisp green: 7:00 AM. Clocked In.
The familiar, chaotic hum of The Pitt was already spinning into motion around you. Telemetry monitors beeped in a distant rhythm, the smell of sterile floor cleaner mixed with burnt breakroom coffee, and the shift-change chatter of the incoming nurses filled the central station.
But as you clipped your badge back onto the collar of your scrubs, your mind wasn't on the incoming patient tracker or the impending chaotic rush of the day shift. You were completely stuck in the memory of twelve hours ago.
Your skin still felt flushed when you thought about it. The night before, behind the heavy, locked door of Jack’s apartment, the strict, sterile walls of the hospital had completely melted away. You could still feel the heavy, grounding weight of Jack’s hands resting securely on your hips, pulling you flush against his massive frame while his deep voice rumbled low in your ear, promising you that the long day was over. You remembered how Robby’s dark eyes had softened the second the two of you walked through the door, all his sharp, quick-witted hospital defenses dropping instantly as he reached out to pull you into a slow, breathless kiss that tasted like a quiet homecoming.
The memory of the seamless, unhurried rhythm the three of you shared when the world wasn't watching made your heart do a dangerous little flip right there in the middle of the hallway. You had been so careful for months—mastering the art of professional distance, keeping your eyes strictly on the charts during rounds, and ensuring not a single touch or lingering glance slipped through the cracks.
"Hey, Y/N! Glad you're on day shift today, we're already drowning in Triages."
The voice of one of your fellow nurses shattered the daydream. You blinked, quickly smoothing down the front of your scrubs as your face went hot.
"Yeah," you cleared your throat, forcing your best professional smile as you grabbed a clipboard from the desk. "Yeah, absolutely. Let's get to it."
You took a deep breath, trying to lock the memories of Jack and Robby safely away in the back of your mind where they belonged. You were a professional, and you had a job to do.
But as luck would have it, the universe had other plans for your resolve. Ten minutes later, you were standing at the computer terminal in the center of the bustling ER, pulling up a patient's chart, when a long shadow fell over your shoulder.
"Good morning," a deep, quiet baritone murmured right behind you.
Your breath caught. You didn't even have to turn around to know the imposing, broad-shouldered presence of Dr. Jack Abbott was standing less than a foot away.
You kept your eyes glued to the monitor, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as your heart rate ticked up a notch. Jack was standing just close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, a silent, grounding force amidst the morning chaos of the floor.
"Good morning, Dr. Abbott," you replied, your voice tight with the professional detachment you had practiced a thousand times.
From the corner of your eye, you saw him lean one large hand on the edge of the desk, shielding you from the direct line of sight of the main nurse's station. With his other hand, he smoothly slid a tall, paper cup onto the desk right next to your keyboard.
It was a fresh Dunkin' Donuts coffee—exactly how you liked it, sweet enough to handle the 7:00 AM rush.
"Thought you might need a jumpstart," Jack murmured low, his tone perfectly flat to anyone passing by, but his eyes softened just a fraction as they swept over your face, checking in on you.
"Thank you. I appreciate it," you said, reaching out to wrap your fingers around the warm cup. As you took it, your pinky finger brushed against his. It was a fraction of a second, a microscopic touch, but a jolt of electricity went straight up your arm. Jack didn't flinch, but his jaw flexed slightly, his large frame staying anchored beside you for just one beat longer than necessary.
Before you could say anything else, the heavy double doors of the ER swooped open, and Robby walked in. His jacket was loosened just a bit, wearing his scrubs, and he was mid-conversation with a resident. But the very second his dark eyes scanned the room, they locked onto you.
He noticed the Dunkin' cup in your hand, then looked at Jack standing over you. A faint, incredibly smug smirk tugged at the corner of Robby’s mouth. He didn't break stride, but as he passed the computer terminal, he called out casually, "Nice coffee, nurse Y/N. Glad to see the attending staff is keeping our best lines of care well-hydrated today."
Jack didn't even look back at him, just letting out a low, barely audible huff. "Focus on your charts, Robby."
"Always do, Jack. Always do," Robby chuckled, offering you a quick, conspiratorial wink that made your face go completely hot before he disappeared into Triage.
You took a quick, desperate sip of the coffee to hide your blushing cheeks, praying none of the other nurses had noticed the subtle, domestic choreography that had just played out right in front of them.
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By the time 5:00 PM rolled around, the rush had finally given way to a steady, manageable rhythm. You were tucked away in Pediatrics Room 4, kneeling beside a small examination bed. A five-year-old girl named Lily sat there, her big eyes watery and wide with terror as she clutched a frayed stuffed bear. She had a nasty laceration on her knee from a playground fall that needed stitches.
"Hey, Lily," you said softly, your voice dropping into that gentle, soothing register you used specifically for your youngest patients. "Do you know what this is?" You held up a small, colorful plastic syringe—minus the needle. "This is a magic water squirter. It cleans out all the playground dirt so we can give your knee a special superhero band-aid. Do you want to try squirting it into the sink first?"
Lily hesitated, sniffing back a tear, before she reached out a small hand. You let her press the plunger, laughing softly with her as the water splashed into the basin. Slowly, the tension left her tiny shoulders, and she actually giggled, completely forgetting about the sterile, scary hospital room around her.
A warm, deeply affectionate feeling settled in your chest as you worked. You loved being a nurse, and moments like this reminded you why you endured the brutal hours.
Suddenly, the privacy curtain was yanked back with an urgent snap.
Dr. Frank Langdon stepped into the small cubicle, his brow furrowed and his stethoscope swinging tightly against his chest. He looked stressed, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.
"Y/N, thank god," Frank said, his voice tense but controlled. "I need you to hand Lily’s care over to a tech for a few minutes. We've got a situation in Trauma 3. A patient with a severe head injury just woke up completely disoriented, combative, and is trying to pull out his IVs. He’s a big guy, and he’s screaming bloody murder."
Frank ran a hand over his face, looking exasperated. "Robby and Jack are both in there trying to hold him down and assess him, but the guy is getting hyper-stimulated by all the shouting. I need a nurse with a calm head who can get in there, establish a line of communication, and help calm him down before he rips his own lines out or hurts someone. Can you step in?"
Your heart gave a sudden, sharp thump against your ribs. Jack and Robby. Together. In a high-stress, confined space, dealing with a combative patient.
"Yes, of course," you said immediately, pushing your nerves down and switching entirely into professional mode. You turned back to Lily, giving her a reassuring smile. "Lily, my friend Nurse Sarah is going to come in and look at your bear for a second, okay? I’ll be right back."
You stood up, smoothing down your scrubs, and looked at Frank. "Lead the way, Dr. Langdon."
As you hurried down the corridor toward Trauma 3, the muffled sound of shouting and crashing medical trays grew louder, and you braced yourself to walk right into the eye of the storm with the two men you loved.
The heavy doors of Trauma 3 burst open, and you walked straight into chaos.
The room was a blur of motion. A muscular, broad-shouldered man in his late twenties was thrashing violently against the gurney, his face flushed and his eyes wild with disoriented panic. A monitor above the bed beeped frantically, throwing out an alarm as his heart rate spiked into the 140s. A metal tray of gauze and saline had been knocked over, spilling clattering contents across the linoleum floor.
"Sir! You need to stay still, you're going to pull your line out!" Robby shouted over the din. He was on the left side of the bed, his strong arms braced against the patient's shoulder to keep him from rolling off. His forearms were flexed, his knuckles white, and his normally neat hair was completely disheveled.
On the other side of the bed, Jack was using his massive frame to anchor the man's legs and right arm. "Hold his left arm, Robby! He’s trying to rip the catheter!" Jack growled, his deep voice carrying a booming, authoritative weight that usually commanded compliance. But the patient was too deep in a post-concussion panic to care; he was hyperventilating, blindly kicking out.
The second you stepped inside, both Jack and Robby’s eyes snapped to the door. For a fraction of a second, the raw tension in their faces shifted into an unspoken relief. They didn't just see an extra pair of hands—they saw you.
"Y/N," Frank Langdon said, stepping back to give you room. "Get to the head of the bed. Try to get him to focus on your voice."
You moved in instantly, stepping past Jack, whose eyes locked onto yours for a brief, intense second as if to warn you to be careful. You bypassed the flying limbs and positioned yourself right at the patient's bedside, leaning over so you were directly in his line of sight.
"Sir, look at me. Look right here," you said. Your voice wasn't loud or shouting; instead, it was a perfectly steady, incredibly calm anchor cutting through the noise of the room.
You gently but firmly placed your hands on either side of his face, your cool palms resting against his burning, sweaty temples. The sudden, intentional touch made the man freeze for a split second. His wild, unfocused eyes darted up, locking onto yours.
"My name is Y/N. You are safe. You are at the hospital," you told him, keeping your tone smooth, low, and entirely unbothered by the chaos around you. "The men holding you are doctors. They are trying to help you, but you're hurting yourself. I need you to take a deep breath for me. Just look at me, and breathe."
Beside you, Robby and Jack maintained their grip, but they shifted seamlessly, reducing the pressure of their hold the moment they felt the patient begin to relax under your touch. The domestic coordination the three of you shared in private translated perfectly into a high-stakes medical environment; without a single word, Jack synchronized his movements to anchor the guy’s lower body, while Robby smoothly reached for a fresh IV line to replace the one that had been compromised.
"Breathe with me," you whispered to the patient, counting out a slow, steady inhale.
Slowly, the man’s chest stopped heaving frantically. The wild, combative terror in his eyes began to fade, replaced by the heavy, groggy exhaustion of a severe concussion. His muscles went slack against the mattress.
"There you go," you murmured, offering him a small, reassuring smile as you gently wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "You're doing great. Just keep looking at me."
"Stats are stabilizing," Frank called out from the monitor, letting out a breath he'd been holding. "Heart rate is coming down. Excellent job, Y/N."
"Robby, secure the line. Jack, let's get the neck collar adjusted," Frank ordered, moving over to check the pupils.
As the room transitioned back into a quiet, controlled medical space, Robby stepped closer to the head of the bed to tape down the new IV. As he reached across, his arm brushed deliberately against yours. He didn't look up from his work, but his voice was a low, private murmur meant only for you. "Brilliant work, Nurse."
On the other side of the gurney, Jack finished securing the patient's legs. He straightened up to his full height, towering over the bed. He didn't say a word—he couldn't, with Frank standing right there—but he caught your eye across the room. He gave you a slow, heavy nod of absolute pride and adoration, a look so intense it made your chest ache with how much you loved him.
You took a step back, smoothing down your pink scrubs, your heart finally slowing down from the adrenaline rush. You had survived the storm together. But as the clock kept ticking closer to 6:00 PM, the grueling exhaustion of the eleven-hour shift was finally waiting to catch up with you.
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After the adrenaline from Trauma 3 finally faded, you walked back out to the main nursing station. Your feet felt like lead, and your eyes were burning as you pulled up Lily’s chart on the terminal to document her laceration repair. You took a grateful sip of the now-lukewarm Dunkin' Donuts coffee Jack had given you earlier, trying to focus on the screen.
Before you could type the first sentence, the sliding glass doors of the ER lobby flew open with a loud, aggressive whoosh.
A man in a wrinkled suit stormed past the triage desk, his expression a volatile mix of panic and pure fury. He was scanning the treatment bays blindly. "Where is she? Where is my daughter?!" he demanded, his voice booming over the quiet hum of the station. "Lily! Lily Evans!"
The ward clerk blinked in shock, but you instantly stood up from your chair, stepping into his path before he could start ripping open privacy curtains.
"Sir, sir, calm down," you said, stepping forward to intercept him. "I'm the nurse who just helped Lily. She’s safe, she’s right down this hall."
The tension in the man's shoulders broke for a fraction of a second, his angry facade cracking to reveal a desperate, terrified father. He looked down at you, his chest heaving. "Please. Can I please see my daughter? They told me she was brought in by ambulance. I need to see her."
"Of course, you can—"
"Like hell he can!"
A sharp, icy voice cut through the corridor. You turned to see Lily’s mother stepping out of Pediatrics Room 4, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes flashing with pure venom. "He shouldn't even be in this county, let alone this hospital! We are in the middle of a custody dispute, and he has zero right to be here!"
The father's face went instantly red, his desperation twisting back into rage. "She is my daughter too, Miranda! You don't get to hide her in an emergency room and not tell me!"
You looked between the two of them—the mother glaring from the doorway, the father practically vibrating with anger a foot away from you, and poor little Lily probably hiding under her hospital blanket just down the hall.
You let out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. I swear, I need a vacation, you thought miserably, the weight of your eleven-hour shift crashing down on your shoulders.
"I don't care about your paperwork, I'm her father!" the man roared, stepping past you.
"You're a maniac, and I’m calling my lawyer!" the mother screamed back, stepping out into the hallway to block him.
The two of them began shouting over one another, their voices bouncing off the sterile walls, escalating so quickly that several patients poked their heads out of their rooms to watch. The ward clerk was already reaching for the security button.
"Hey! Enough!"
Your voice rang out, sharp and laced with an absolute authority that stopped both parents mid-sentence. They both snapped their heads toward you, shocked by the sudden force coming from the nurse in the pink scrubs.
You crossed your arms, your expression deadpan and completely unyielding. "This is an emergency department, not a courtroom. There are sick people here, and more importantly, your five-year-old daughter is twenty feet away listening to you two tear each other apart."
You looked squarely at both of them, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. "Neither one of you is going to see Lily until you both calm down, lower your voices, and remember that you are here for her, not for each other. Am I making myself clear?"
The hallway went completely silent. The mother swallowed hard, looking away in shame, while the father let out a ragged breath, running a hand through his hair and nodding quietly.
"Fine," the mother muttered.
"Okay," the father whispered.
"Good," you said, exhaling a breath of your own. "Dr. Langdon is finishing her discharge paperwork. Sit in the family room, separate chairs, and I will bring Lily out when you are both acting like adults."
As they walked stiffly toward the waiting area, you finally slumped back against the nursing station counter, completely drained.
From across the floor, you caught sight of Robby standing by the medication cart, a highly impressed grin plastered across his face. A few feet away, Jack was leaning against a doorframe, watching you with a look of quiet, intense pride. They had both been ready to step in if the dad got aggressive, but you had handled it completely on your own.
You gave them a weak, exhausted look that clearly said don't even look at me right now, grabbed your chart, and headed straight for the staff lounge to finally collapse.
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The clock on the staff lounge wall read 6:14 PM, the harsh fluorescent numbers blurring slightly against your burning eyes. Your shift had started at 7:00 AM, and after eleven grueling hours on your feet, you were running on absolute fumes. Between the combative patient in Trauma 3, the screaming custody battle in the hallway, and the endless mountain of charts, your emotional reserve was at absolute zero.
Believing the staff lounge was entirely empty during the shift-change lull, you collapsed onto the worn-out leather couch, letting out a long, ragged exhale. You curled your legs up to your chest, resting your chin on your knees, and closed your eyes, just wanting to disappear into the dark for the remaining forty-five minutes of your day.
The heavy wooden door clicked open, the sound cutting through the quiet room. You didn't even have the energy to lift your head, assuming it was another exhausted nurse coming off the floor.
Footsteps approached—heavy, measured, and instantly recognizable.
It was Jack. He had witnessed the entire circus with Lily's parents, and his jaw was still tightly set from the anger of not being able to step in and pull you out of the crossfire without breaking professional boundaries. Without a word, he set a steaming paper cup down on the low coffee table. It was a fresh coffee, brewed exactly how you liked it, meant to take the bitter edge off the day. Before he turned to leave, his large, calloused hand naturally found the crown of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair in a brief, grounding squeeze. It was a silent, protective check-in—his way of saying, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.
Just as Jack stepped away, the door opened a second time, admitting Robby.
He looked just as exhausted as you felt, his scrubs lounging, but his dark eyes locked onto you instantly, filled with a quiet, fierce concern. He and Jack exchanged a brief, knowing nod—the unspoken, perfectly synchronized communication of two men who knew exactly how to take care of you when the hospital got too cruel. Robby noticed the slight, residual shiver in your shoulders from the adrenaline of the day, and how cold the lounge's AC vents were.
Without missing a beat, Robby unbuttoned his jacket, stepped close, and draped it gently over your legs, tucking it in around your ankles. Instead of heading back out to the floor, he sat down right on the wide arm of the couch, his thigh brushing against your shoulder, creating a warm, protective barrier between you and the rest of the world.
For a beautiful, fleeting moment, the secret world the three of you had built felt completely safe. You let your guard down entirely, leaning your tired shoulder into Robby's leg while reaching out to wrap your hands around the warm cup Jack had left you.
Click. Click. Tap.
The distinct, rhythmic sound of a stylus tapping against a tablet screen shattered the quiet.
Your eyes snapped open. Robby’s posture instantly tensed, his shoulders squaring, while Jack froze a few paces away, his hand hovering over the door handle.
From the deep shadows of the armchair in the far corner of the lounge, Dr. Victoria Javadi slowly lowered her tablet. She had been there the entire time, completely obscured by the darkness and the high back of the chair.
Victoria didn't gasp, and she didn't look scandalized. Instead, her sharp, analytical eyes traced the entire scene. She looked at the precisely made coffee, then down at Robby’s jacket coat draped over your knees, and finally at how comfortably Robby was perched right against your side. It was a flawless, undeniable picture of domestic intimacy.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy with tension, making your heart hammer against your ribs.
Slowly, Victoria adjusted how she was sitting, a tiny, deeply confused look on her face.
"I must go," Victoria murmured, her voice nervous, and entirely bothered. "I’ve always admired efficiency in this hospital. But the sheer... coordination of this department's day shift is truly unparalleled."
She stood up, tucking her tablet securely under her arm. She didn't say another word as she walked toward the exit, casting one last, knowing look at the three of you over her shoulder.
"Carry on," she added dryly.
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the three of you in a stunned, breathless silence. The secret was officially out.
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The next morning, you walked into The Pitt with an intense sense of dread. Jack had assured you he would handle Victoria, and Robby had spent the entire car ride home trying to make you laugh, but your anxiety was still through the roof.
You slid your badge through the scanner at 7:00 AM, praying that Victoria had kept her mouth shut.
For the first few hours, it seemed like you were in the clear. You stayed buried in your work, checking vitals and administering meds. But by noon, the atmosphere at the central nursing station began to shift.
You were standing at the computer terminal, typing up notes, when you overheard two nurses chatting near the medication cart.
"...I'm telling you, Javadi saw it," Perlah whispered, leaning in close to Princess. "She didn't give details, but she told Dr. Langdon that the ER nursing staff and the attending physicians have developed an extraordinarily close working relationship."
"Wait, really?" Princess gasped, her eyes widening. "Which attending? Jack or Robby?"
"That's the thing," Perlah smirked, giggling into her hand. "Javadi implied it was both. She said the teamwork was perfectly synchronized."
Your stomach completely dropped. Your face burned a furious, bright crimson as you kept your eyes glued to the monitor, desperately pretending you couldn't hear them. They didn't know you were standing right there, but the rumor was already mutating.
Suddenly, Frank Langdon walked up to the desk, a chart in his hand and a highly amused glint in his eye. He looked at you, then glanced over at the breakroom door where Jack and Robby were currently standing, talking to a paramedic.
"Hey, Y/N," Frank said, his voice just loud enough to carry over to the other nurses. "I need someone to run these lab results down to pathology. I was going to ask Jack or Robby, but honestly, I don't want to get in the middle of whatever unparalleled coordination you three have going on. I'd hate to disrupt the ecosystem."
Perlah and Princess instantly stopped whispering, snapping their heads around to look at you, their jaws practically dropping as they put the pieces together. Princess broke into a massive, teasing grin.
Your face went so hot you were certain you were going to spontaneously combust. Before you could even attempt to stammer out a denial, Robby stepped away from the paramedic and strolled over to the desk, completely unbothered by the sudden audience.
He leaned his elbow on the counter right next to you, a wicked, charming smirk on his face. "Are they teasing you, sweetheart?" he asked casually, intentionally using the pet name right in front of the entire staff.
From a few feet away, Jack walked up, his massive frame instantly looming over the station. He gave Frank a warning, heavy look that silenced the older doctor's chuckling, but then he looked down at you, his expression softening completely. He reached out, entirely uncaring of the eyes on them, and gently tapped the tip of your nose.
"Ignore them," Jack murmured, his deep baritone cutting through your panic. "Your shift ends in five hours. Let them talk."
Robby chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you tightly against his side. "Yeah, besides, now that the cat's out of the bag, Jack doesn't have to keep pretending he doesn't buy you Dunkin' every morning."
The nursing station erupted into a chorus of gasps and laughter. The secret was dead and buried, but as you looked up at Jack and Robby completely shielding you from the teasing, you realized that maybe having it out in the open wasn't the worst thing in the world.
Summary: Reader finds herself mortified about a certain dream she had
Pairing: Jack Abbott x Fem Reader x Michael “Robby” Robinavitch
Content: Big age gaps (20s/40s/late 40s) , 18+ Smut (MDNI), threesome (FMM), Robby and Jack have done this before 1000%, fingering, oral (reader receiving and jack receiving), double penetration, soft dom Dr. Robby, sub reader, kinda switch Jack??, Robby is very bossy ofc, no protection, some degradation with calling her a slut/dirty etc, some drinking (glass of wine/bourbon)
Notes: I am a big ole hand holding virgin i don’t know how sex or dicks work yall
Wildest Drams
Your fiancé has the uncanny ability to read you. Maybe it’s wisdom, maybe it’s years of working in a busy ED where there isn’t much room for hiding anything.
Regardless of what it is, his ability to read you has its own blessings and curses.
“I can practically feel you stewing over there,” Michael says, rubbing his hand over your knee and thigh. He lays down next to you on your shared bed, scooting you closer to him, “Something wrong?”
You look at him, eyes full of worry and a little trepidation, “Just off today. Nothing big, baby.”
“You know I don’t believe that for a second.”
You sigh, rubbing your hands against your face as you feel your skin prickle with heat. “It’s a little embarrassing…and I don’t know how you’ll take it.”
Michael laughs, his head hitting the headboard. “Well today, we had a patient try to bite Dana, Whitaker got peed on again, and we had a minor school bus crash with kindergarteners on a field trip. So whatever you’ve got, sweetheart, I think I can handle it.”
“I had a sex dream.” You refuse to meet Michael’s eyes. You pick at your fingers, chipping at the nail polish.
Michael’s hand wraps around your side, his strong warmth simultaneously making you feel comfort and guilt.
“A sex dream?” Michael eyes are teasing behind his reading glasses. “Share with the class, sweetheart.”
You groan. “Don’t…take this the wrong way. I love you so much. So much. And I’m thrilled to marry you, but….”
Michael’s eyebrows shoot up at your trepidation. “Are you trying to tell me you’re not satisfied in bed?”
“No! God. You’re good. We’re good. We’re really good, baby. It’s just…Jack was there too?” Your voice trails up in a shyer, quieter, unsure tone.
“Jack…you mean?”
You nod, hands cold and clammy as you think of the millions of different responses Michael might have.
Cocky laughter? That was certainly not on your radar.
“Michael! Don’t laugh at me. I felt so bad.” You explain. But worry on your face is kissed away as Michael leans in and presses his mouth to the side of your head in quick successions. “Not mad?”
“Mad? Ooohhoo! I’m not mad, sweetheart. Intrigued. I’m very intrigued. Tell me about the dream.” His eyes are sparkling in a playful sort of tease.
You lick your lips, looking at Michael as you explain the dream. “Well, I mean…I don’t really remember details but….well you told Jack how to touch me. How I like it.”
Michael nods, his eyes, still sparkling and kind although the thoughts in his mind were anything but. He squeezes your thigh, as if to encourage you. “Right. And how to you like being touched, baby?”
“The way you do it,” You say, a little breathless as Michael’s fingers fiddle with the drawstring of your pajama pants.
“What else?” Michael asks, he’s clipped and clinical as his hands dip lower and his teases you over your pajama pants. “Like this, sweetheart? Hmm? Little touches to your clit so you get nice and wet for me? Nice and wet for my fat cock?”
Breathless, you shudder at his words and ministrations. “Baby….please”
“No” Michael says, his voice slices through you, “Continue.”
You huff, which earns you a soft smack against your clothed pussy. “Shit! Well, uh, Jack’s hands are on me and you two are talking….about who gets my mouth and pussy.”
Michael chuckles, his hands grazing your inner thigh as he teases you through your pants. “At the same time? Huh. What a naughty girl you are? Dreaming about being fucked in your pussy and mouth at the same time?”
You cover your face with your hands again, still working through your embarrassment at this conversation. Your guilt, however, is certainly assuaged by the feeling of Michael’s erection against your hip.
“Seems like I’m not the only intrigued by a threesome, Mike.”
Michael laughs, his chest rumbling against your side. “You know Jack and I’ve known each other for a while, right. Let’s just say that dream of yours wouldn’t have been the first time we’ve found ourselves in that scenario.”
“Michael Robinavitch! Huh, you continue to surprise me for an old man,” you tease before looking at him, “so are threesomes actually fun? Or is it just a cacophony of limbs?”
Michael shakes his head back and forth as if he’s internally debating what he’s going to say. “With the right people, it’s fun. I mean…it’s fun”
“Yeah? When was the last time you did that with Jack?” You ask, curious to your boyfriend’s romantic past.
“It was just once. Jack was dating her and we just…got too a little tipsy one night and one thing led to another. I was much younger and you know…your 20s are for wild things…” Michael explains, remember the night years ago.
You sigh into Michael’s chest, “Don’t take this as a knock against you, but…I feel like I didn’t get any wild 20s. I mean…it’s not anything to do with you. I was boring before you. I just….I went from high school, to college, to working, to you…I kinda just…and now I feel like 30 is knocking on the corner and our wedding and babies. And I want all that. I do. I really really do, Mike.”
“You’ve played it safe.” Michael finishes. He kisses your temple. “I get it. Between the age difference and our schedules…it’s easy for us to just…be in bed by 9:30 every night and not go crazy.”
“Thank you for understanding.” You whisper to him. “I guess my subconscious got the better of me and projected some stuff.” You explain. “Maybe there’s some other wild 20s stuff we can cross off?”
“Like what, sweetheart?”
“Hmm…what about bar hopping? What did you do in your 20s that was wild?”
Michael thinks, remembering the different things he did during his 20s. He laughs, rubbing his hand against your shoulder. “Well…lots of drinking I mean, there’s not much to do while you’re in med school and a resident. But, there’s skinny dipping. Or there’s…your idea?” Michael offers.
“Bar hopping,” you ask. “That could be fun. I’d pick some places that you can get beer since you hate liquor.”
“Not what I was thinking, sweetheart. I was thinking of your other idea.”
You cock your head to the side as you fully understand what Michael was alluding to. His large hand rests on your bent knee and his thumb rubs warm circles that you can feel through your pajama pants.
“You don’t mean….” you start, “you mean that? You’d…be okay with it? More than a dirty fantasy?”
Michael nods, surprisingly calm for a man that just suggested he’d let his best friend and coworker join him and his fiancé in the bedroom.
“Would be a lot of fun. I mean, Jack’ll be down for it. I can just run it past him.”
“You think?” You ask, a little startled at your arousal at the idea of your sex dream becoming a reality. “You think he’d be down with it?”
Michael chuckles, his eye wrinkles crinkling as he drags his thumb up the column of your neck to your chin, tilting it so you’ll look him in the eye.
“Probably. I mean, he’s been pining after Samira like a lost puppy, but Jack…is Jack”
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You paced in your bedroom, practically stewing inside with a potent mix of trepidation and nerves. You nursed the glass of red wine you insisted on having, despite Michael’s detailed ramble on informed consent.
“It’s you, Mike. It’s not like I’m picking up some random guys in the bar. I trust you. More than anything.”
He sighs, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he looks at you. “Just want to make sure you want this…without the liquid encouragement.”
You stand on your toes, placing a chaste kiss against the corner of Michael’s mouth.
“You are a good man.” You profess, his cheeks turning pink at your words. “It’s not that I need the wine. I just…I need to let myself not be a bundle of anxiety and nerves. I can just feel…loose and a little warm.”
You kiss him more firmly on his mouth, lips slotting together like they always do. You feel his beard rough against your sensitive skin. His teeth nip against your bottom lip, sharp enough to prompt a sly whine from your mouth. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours, turning the previous tender kiss into something heated and ready to rupture.
“See you’re getting started without me,” Dr. Jack Abbott quips as he leans against the doorjam. “Still had the keys from when I’d crash here.” He explains, tossing the spare onto the dish on dresser.
Michael places as kiss against your forehead, before clapping Jack on the back in a touchy, but brotherly manner. “How you doing, man?” Michael asks, giving his night shift counterpart a once over. “Anything crazy happen last night?”
As Jack begins to answer, you interject. “Sorry but no shop talk tonight. If there’s one thing that will not make me relaxed it’s listening to those horror stories. Anyway, uh, hi, Jack. And thanks?”
Michael chuckles at your obvious nerves as he shares a pointed look with Jack. “Y/N’s just a little nervous, man. So we’ll need to get her nice and relaxed, huh?” He asks Jack, his voice laced with condescension that you really do not hate.
As the two men look at you, you can feel heat in your belly at the anticipation of what was to come.
“More than happy to not talk about the Pitt.” Michael says, “but before we get started…I have, uh, one boundary.”
Both you and Jack turn your attention to Michael. “And what’s that, Robby?” Jack asks.
Michael’s large hand comes to up to grip your shoulder as he speaks. “You can get her mouth only.”
You feel that familiar heated arousal as Jack and Michael discuss you and your body as if you weren’t there.
It shouldn’t turn you on. But the idea of two men, over twenty years your senior, talking about which one of them gets your mouth and which one gets your pussy, sends a heated shiver to your core. The way Michael’s eyes narrowed as he made it clear he’d was the one that would claim your pussy shouldn’t have turned you.
Yet it did.
Michael turns to you, his cheeks slightly flushed as he spoke. “Why don’t you show Jack that sweet little set you’re wearing, baby?”
You shed the short, silky robe that’s been covering the cotton pointelle matching set. It’s not overtly sexy, more cozy and comfortable than anything. But the two men’s eyes roam your figure as they see the soft blue color against your skin.
Michael’s fingers graze across the lace trim of the straps, his fingerprints leaving goosebumps in its wake. You watch as Jack moves closer, his eyes narrowing as he watches his friend touch you. Michael kisses your cheek, then your neck, and then along your collarbone. You bring your hand to his head, burying your fingers into his hair as he leaves marks against your skin.
“Try it, Abbott. She’s as sweet as she looks.” Michael says, his voice gravely with arousal as he looks from you to Jack and back at the marks that have pebbled against your skin.
Jack takes your arm, placing traveling kisses against your skin, his eyes never leaving your face. Michael watches, steadfast in his silence. You moan as Jack’s trail of kisses reach your shoulder. He moves the tiny strap to the side as he tenderly bites your shoulder.
Jack’s clean shaven face is smooth. It contrasts the scratch you feel as Michael’s beard drags against your skin. The feeling of their strong, solid bodies against yours is overwhelming and safe at the same time. Your head lolls to the right, pleasure and arousal evident as your smile at the two men.
“That’s good,” you murmur, kissing Michael.
Michael hums, his voice tender as he speaks. “Lay on the bed, sweetheart.”
“And tell us about this dirty little dream of yours.” Jack adds. Their warm bodies, safe and hard against you are like a cozy cocoon you never want to part from. But you comply, the anticipation of pleasure too much to ignore.
“Michael tells you how to touch me.” You start, unable to look either Jack or Michael in the eyes. You fiddle with the beadspread as you speak, heat rising to your chest. “And you touch me.”
“How do I touch you, sweet girl?” Jack asks, he leans forward from his spot on the bed. He looks at Michael, who’s silently watching this unfold. “Does she like it soft and sweet, Robby? Or is she a dirty minx and likes to be teased and edged till she’s squirming?”
“Answer him, darling.” Michael says, he licks his lips, clearly enjoying the exchange.
“I like…to be teased.” You confess, your hands coming to touch your breasts. “And touched here. A lot. I like when Mike plays with my nipples. And leaves marks that only we can see.”
“Very good.” Jack says. He looks at Michael, a shared glance of arousal passing between the pair of them.
“Scoot forward, baby. So you can lay in between Jack’s legs. He’ll keep them parted so you’re all nice and spread open for us.”
You scoot forward so Jack can lay against the headboard. Then, you lay against Jack’s solid, warm body.
“Take those tiny shorts off, Abbott. She thinks she’s cute parading in those things.” Michael quips. “Let’s see how wet she already is. What do you think, Jack? I’m sure she’s fucking soaked.”
Jack helps you shimmy out of the tiny shorts, revealing your lack of panties. He tosses the shorts to Michael. Jack hooks his legs over your legs keeping you spread open for him and Michael.
“Touch her, Jack. Tell me how wet my girl is,” Michael asks, “she’s a naughty little thing. Bet she’s fucking dripping feeling your hard cock against her ass.”
Jack chuckles darkly as he drags his fingers across your belly till he reaches your waiting cunt. He presses a finger against your pussy, feeling your arousal. “Soaked.”
“Hmm, of course she is. What a dirty girl? Getting wet at my best friend touching her dripping cunt. Touch her tits with one hand and play with her clit with the other.” Michael instructs, “She likes her nipples pinched and her clit toyed with till she’s squirming.”
Jack’s fingers are shorter than Michael’s but rougher against the tips. You groan as you feel his bare hand slip under your cotton tank top. He pinches a nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, chuckling as arch your back against him in pleasure.
“She does like her nipples pinched.” Jack comments. With his other hand, he toys with your clit. He moans against your head, his growing erection pressing against your ass. “Can I slip a finger in there, man?”
Michael nods, he takes her hard cock out from his pants. “Yes. She needs at least one orgasm before I can fuck her. She’s still so tight against my cock. Still haven’t gotten used to it, haven’t you, sweetie?”
Michael’s mocking tone makes you close your eyes as Jack’s finger slips inside your hot pussy. He teases your clit with the heel of his hand. Your chest heaved up and down as you gaze at your fiancé. He strokes his cock, precum leaking from his cut tip.
“Kiss her against her pulse”
“Here?” Jack against, his teeth nipping at your bare neck. “She likes that doesn’t she, hmm?”
“It always makes her squirm like that.” Michael comments. “It’s cute, watching her think she’s gonna be able to handle two cocks. Give her another finger, Jack. Watch how my little slut will squirm then,”
Jack complies, his eager, warm mouth kissing your earlobe and biting slight. His rough thumb circles your achy clit before he adds a second finger into your cunt. “Fuck, she’s gripping me so damn hard, man”
“She’s gotta vice like cunt, that one. Fucking made for taking my cock. You should see her ride me, bud. Fucking wild.”
Jack laughs, the patronizing tone the man share making your more turned on than you’d care to admit. “Her? Huh, I had you all wrong, sweet girl. Thought you were a good girl. You’re nothing but a dirty little slut for us, aren’t you sweet thing?”
Michael strokes his angry red cock, holding back his moans as his best friend degrades you. “Fuck, babygirl. Look at you. So fucking sexy getting fingered by Jack. Don’t you worry, angel, he’ll get you all nice and stretched out for my big cock.” He continues to stroke himself as he watches Jack tease you.
“Gonna fill her cunt and her mouth with cum, Robby.” Jack says, slipping a third finger into your pussy. He makes a come hither motion and causes your back to arch off the bed. His legs, one metal and the other flesh, keeps you pinned against the bed. “She likes that, man. I feel her clenching.”
“You like that, honey? Hmm, you like me filling that cunt of yours to the brim? Nice and full, mouth and cunt. You’ll look so damn sexy.”
You nod, words caught in your throat at the erotic sight of Michael jerking off as he watches you and Jack. “Can I give her a little tap on the pussy?” Jack asks.
Michael nods, licking his lips as he watches Jack’s hand come in contact with your dripping cunt. You yelp as you reach the brink of your orgasm.
“We gonna let her cum?” Jack asks, giving your cunt another spank. “Or we gonna keep her edged and needy for us?”
Michael moves forward. He rests against the bed in between your legs, his face close to your cunt. He kisses your inner thighs as his nose nudges against your needy pussy. “She’s close….let’s go easy on her, hmm.”
Jack’s thumb and pointer finger rubs quick, steady circles around your swollen clit. “Just like that, Jack. Good. Play with that needy clit while I taste my girl.”
You feel the tip of Michael’s nose against your needy cunt as he laps up your arousal. The feeling of Jack’s fingers rubbing your clit and Michael’s unyielding tongue is almost too much to bear. You dig your heels into the bed, your thighs pinching against Michael’s head. You rut against his face, your orgasm turning your limbs to jelly.
“She’s so fucking ready, man. I can feel her pulse in her clit” Jack says, his steady, torturing pace making your grind against his hard cock that presses against your ass.
“Atta’ girl,” Michael says, a sly grin on his face. Your dampness covering his beard. And you pull him up by the collar for a kiss. You taste your heady, musky arousal against his tongue.
“Thank you,” you say, breathless. “That was…wow. I am ready for the next part…but first…I wanna kiss.”
Michael, ever the doting fiancé complies, but he’s met with your hand squeezing his cheeks. “Not me,” you say, “him. I mean….you’re not the only one can give orders, Dr. Robinavitch.”
Michael’s eyes move from you to Jack as a shy smile crops against his face. “Come on,” you retort, “I know it’s happened before. And don’t you want to taste me, Jack?”
You feel Jack’s deep, rumbling laughter against you back. Michael leans forward past you to reach Jack. He kisses his friend fervently. Your hand sneaks down to your still wet cunt and your touch yourself as you feel Jack behind you and Michael leaning against your front.
“Doesn’t she taste good?” Michael asks, parting from Jack.
Jack nods, a tinge of red coloring his cheeks. “So fucking good. Can’t wait to feel that warm mouth against my cock. Gonna fill you up with cum from both sides, Angel.”
Michael nods, his big hands coming to your waist to lift off your tank top. “Show Jack these pretty tits,” Michael instructs, his kisses your breasts, nipping at your pebbled nipples. “So fucking pretty. On your hands and knees, pretty girl,” he tells you.
You take the position. The bed is low enough that your mouth lines up with Jack’s crotch. Michael’s large, warm hand rests against your bare ass. “She’s pretty like this, isn’t she?”
“Gorgeous,” Jack says, standing in front of you, stroking your face.
“Why don’t you unzip Jack’s pants, baby” Michael suggests, giving your ass an encouraging tap. “There you go, darling. You’ll take him in that warm mouth of yours. All the way,”
Your hand shakes a little as you undo the zipper of Jack’s pants. He lets him fall to his ankles, carefully stepping out of them to regain a balanced footing. His hard cock tents against his boxers. Eagerly you reach in his pants, gripping his erection. His cock curves slightly, shorter than Michael’s but thick and veiny. You lick your lips at the sight of it.
“Let what you see, baby?” Michael asks. Jack grips his cock at the base, lining it up to your lips. “Take him in your mouth, sweetie. Just the tip. Let him feel how warm and wet your mouth is.”
“That’s it. Good girl,” Jack groans, the tip of his cock in your mouth. He cups your jaw gently, practically groveling when you swipe your tongue to taste his precum.
“Just like your dream, babygirl?” Michael tuts, watching as you eagerly take Jack’s cock.
“Fuck. Her mouth is good. So warm. Just like that. A little deeper now, baby. Fill her up too, Robby. Stuff that needy little cunt of hers.” Jack’s crass words make you moan, opening your mouth for more of his thick cock. Your wanton moans turn into vibrations that make Jack close his eyes in pleasure.
Michael’s cock teases you as he drags his thick head against your needy, achy cunt. “So wet. So wet for us, aren’t you. One fat cock isn’t enough for you, isn’t it? She’s so greedy, Jack. Look at her,”
“She’s a fucking star, Robby.” Jack coos, stroking your face as he inches his cock into your mouth inch by inch. “Taking two cocks like a champ,”
“You ready for my cock, baby. Hmm? Jack got you nice and wet for me, playing with your cunt and pinching those nipples.”
“I think she’s ready, Robby,” Jack interjects, “besides, I don’t think I’m gonna much longer.”
You nod, mouth full of Jack’s cock. Drool leaks from your mouth and Jack wipes it away with a cock grin. “You like your mouth all stuffed with cock, don’t you?” He teases, he releases his cock from your mouth. “Tell Robby how much you want him to stuff your pussy with his fat cock,”
Moaning you nod. You turn your head to look at your fiancé. “Please, baby. I need your cock too. I need you to fill me up. Breed my cunt with your cum,” you plead, desperation darkening your eyes.
Michael nods, the thick head of his cock slipping deeper into your pussy. You moan, mouth open and free. Jack takes advantage of your needy moans, stuff his cock back into your warm, wet mouth.
“That’s it, huh? Just like you dreamed, sweet thing,” Michael asks, his hips snapped up to fuck you deeply. He grips your hips, fingers digging deep into your flesh. “Look at Jack in the eyes. Let’s let him see how fucking pretty you are when you come, my sweet girl.”
Jack’s head cocks, watching you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat. His hand, warm and steady, rests tenderly against your throat. He chuckles, ignoring your pleading moans for release.
“Robby, feel her throat,” Jack says, his hand never leaves your throat. “I can feel my cock in there. You feel it, man? Feel her throat take my cock,” Jack and Michael’s hands meet against your throat. Neither of them put any pressure against it, but their warm, steady and big hands practically engulf your entire neck.
“Fuck, baby. He’s in ya so fucking deep,” Michael says, “You gonna come yet, man?” He asks Jack, whose strained face gives his answer away.
“Do we let her come first? Hmm, would you like that? Or do you want us to cum in your sweet mouth and tight cunt first? So you’ll come with our cum leaking from your cunt and dripping from your mouth”
“Let her cum, Robby. Look at her. She can hardly take it.” Jack says, pitying you as you moan around his cock.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. You tell us what you want, babygirl.” Michael coos, his large hands bracing your hips. “Shit, you’re so damn good for me.”
You moan tightly around Jack’s cock, the vibrations making his cock finally give in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is she a swallower,” he asks, again ignoring you in fair of asking your fiancé your preferences.
“Oohoohoo, she’s a swallower for sure, Abbott. Have her show you her pretty tongue when she’s done.” Michael gives your ass another smack and your soft flesh ripples at the touch.
Jack comes with quick juts of his hips into your mouth, you hold eye contact, looking up at him with heavy, laden eyes. “Fuck,” he says, emptying his cum into your eager mouth. He slips his still half-hard cock from your mouth, his residual cum slipping from your lips and dribbling down your chin.
“Shit, man. She’s got a mouth on her,” Jack murmurs, sitting on the armchair.
Michael takes you by the throat, his cock is buried deep in your pussy. He holds you flat against him, kneeling against the bed, propping you up so you’re sitting on his cock. “Do you want Jack to see you ride me, baby? Or fuck you from behind?”
“Take me from behind, please, baby.” You plead, limbs weak from your impending orgasm. “Fuck, I don’t think I can hold myself up.” You whine.
Michael tuts, clicking his tongue against the top of his teeth. “Hmmm, that’s right. I forget how cockdrunk you get, sweetie. And now you got two cocks. Poor thing. Can hardly move? It’s okay, I got you, Angel.”
He kneels against the bed, looking at you bent at the waist, ass up and face planted on the bed. Michael’s warm, large hand spreads against your bare back. He resumes his unrelenting pace, fucking you dumb.
You whine, feeling your impending climax grow more and more needier. “Fuck, honey. I need to come.” You beg, your voice raw and hoarse.
“Ask him.” Michael says, his head nodding towards Jack, who sits stroking his now fully hard cock between a tight fist. “Ask Jack if you can come yet, babygirl”
You summon enough energy to lift your head to see Jack. “Please! Fuck, Jack. Please let me come! Shit, you feel so big this way, honey.”
“Well isn’t that cute,” Michael mocks, his voice playful and teasing. He rubs your clit, only adding fuel to your fire. “She has been good hasn’t she,” Michael confesses, “Maybe Jack will let you come again if he can come all over those pretty tits. Would ya like that, buddy?” He asks Jack, whose stiff cock leaks precum onto his thigh.
“Fuck yeah, man” Jack says, standing up onto his legs. He adjusts his prosthetic, a slight groan probably from standing on it all day.
Michael tells you to lay on your back and you are eager to comply. His long, thick fingers graze down your sides, making you giggle. “You’re cute” he says, a look for adoration and love, despite the incredibly erotic scene occur. “You good, sweetie,” he asks, tenderly.
“Grand,” you say, looking up as Jack continues to pump his hard cock. “Although he might also need some Ibuprofen too, Mike.” You quip teasing your fiancé, “since you know, you’re probably throwing your back out showing for your friend.”
Jack laughs, the dark chuckle making Michael blush. “You think you’re funny, sweetheart,” Michael asks, stroking your jaw.
“Well when you fuck an old man, you kinda figure he needs some medicine after for all his aches and pains,”
“Ah! Brave for a slutty little girl who was just stuffed with two cocks begging to come.” Michael teases, his voice laced with faux sympathy.
“And brave for someone that’s about to be leaking cum from her pussy and tits,” Jack adds, still pumping his hard cock. “You might need to teach this one some respect, Robby.”
Michael laughs, lining his cock up to your pussy again. “Gonna fill you up to the brim, sweetheart. Gotta get some good practice for when I breed nice and full when we’re married.”
Michael reaches out for your hand, holding it tightly as his pelvis snaps against your pussy. You feel the familiar heat build in your core, your breathless moans encouraged by Michael’s fingers against your clit and his cock in your pussy. “That’s it, baby. Come for me, let Jack see how pretty you are when you come, Angel.”
Your orgasm is warm and welcoming as a feeling a bliss washes over you. Your toes clench, twisting against the bed as Michael continues to fuck you, his pace unrelenting.
“Just like that, pretty girl. Isn’t she just the prettiest thing? I’m so close, baby.”
“Gorgeous,” Jack says, his hand stroking his cock as shoots streaks his cum on your waiting, eager tits. “Fuck, that’s good, so good,”
Michael pants, his pace growing slower, “Gonna fill you up. Gonna be leaking my cum.” His eyes are greedy, taking in the sight of you, spent and covered in his friend’s leaking seed.
“So needy,” Jack says, sitting down on the armchair, “covered in my cum and begging for me.”
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, fill you up with my spunk,” Michael cums with a deep grunt, his warm cum filling your raw, spent cunt. He fills you deep with his seed, reveling in fucking you bare. You fall into a deep, warm, safe space as both Jack and Michael praise you.
He slips out of your cunt, his soft cock bobs against his pelvis. “You good sweetheart. Was it good for you, baby? Hmm?” He asks, reaching out to kiss your hand.
You give a feeble smile as you offer a weak thumbs up. Michael laughs. You hang your hand over your head, palm spread out to offer Jack a high-five that he reciprocates. “Good,” you say, “kinda boneless and…uh…sticky? I need a shower.”
You lay there as Michael goes into the en-suite bathroom probably to grab towels to clean you off. “Thank you,” you say to Jack, your body and brain too exhausted to care about any residual awkwardness of still being naked in front of your fiancé’s coworker/best friend. “That was…very good. Wild,” you mumble weakly.
“No worries. Besides Robby and I needed a little bit of your wild fantasy” Jack says. He puts his pants back on, before clapping Robby on the shoulder. “See you two lovebirds later.”
Michael claps Jack on the back, mentioning something about how Jack is better for fiancé satisfaction scores that patient ones.
He sits by you, the bed dips with his weight. The towel is damn and warm. He cleans up the sticky cum from your breasts and belly, gently and as reverent as a prayer. “There you go, baby. Nice and clean.”
“Thank you, Mike,” you whisper, hands coming to clasp together around his head, pulling him close so you can kiss him, “That was…really fun.”
He continues to wipe the stickiness of your skin, tutting against his teeth when he sees the marks against your skin. “You need a warm bath,” he says, “And I mean…my back is killing me. Bad angle.” He grimaced.
You laugh, sitting up to kiss him again, “you need ibuprofen?” You tease, a smile that Michael loves to kiss and nip at cropping on your lips.
“Oh shut up,” Michael says, no actual contempt in his voice as he tries to silence your teasing, “water, warm bath, something to eat, and then I’ll let you pick what we watch on TV,”
You take his hand as he leads you the bathroom, the large tub filling up with warm water. “Only because you’ll fall asleep in five minutes on that hideous chair.”
Michael gives you an offended look as he passes your water bottle. “Electrolytes.” He says as clinically as he would’ve to a patient he cares for. “And don’t shit on the La-Z-Boy, babe. It’s got the best lumbar support.”
“Oh my god, just stop,” you laugh, “maybe now is the time to tell you about another dream I had on that stupid chair.”
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“Mikey quit squirming-“ you hissed as you manhandled his jaw, turning it away to get a better view of his ear.
“It’s not gonna hurt that bad right?” he weakly asked. Jack and you exchanged a glance, knowing you couldn’t let him whine his way out of this. Jack took a swig of the lukewarm beer and clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder as he passed by on the way to the kitchen.
“‘S gonna be fine, brother,” he said, unconvincingly. You rolled your eyes and pushed Michael’s head back as he started to turn again. He’d always been the most rule-follower out of the three of you. It had taken a lot of discussion, and alcohol, for him to finally agree to let you try out your earring gun and pierce one of his ears. He shifted in the chair, which squeaked in protest. The three of you had snagged the mismatched kitchen table set from the curb and dragged it all back to the apartment a few weeks ago.
“Alright take a breath,” you said, watching Jack step back in with a new beer and holding another one for Michael. He set it down on the table and moved to stand behind you, his front pressing into your back, which was normal by this point. Personal space had gone out the window a while ago in the friendship. Michael took a shaky breath in and tightly shut his eyes. “Five…four…three…” you slowly counted down before abruptly pulling the trigger, causing Michael to shout and jump, to which Jack quickly reached over you to push him back down into the chair. Michael instantly went red in the face as he sputtered out curses directed at nobody and everybody.
“Good boy Mikey,” Jack chuckled, using your nickname for him, which only made his face go redder. You slid the earring gun off of Michael’s ear leaving behind a small gold hoop.
“See, looks good,” you hummed, standing up from your stool. Jack instantly put a hand on your lower back to steady you. He chuckled again into his bottle as he put his head on your shoulder to get a good view.
“Yeah, really sexy,” he laughed. Michael stood up at that and beelined to the bathroom to look in the mirror. You and Jack trailed fast behind him, Jack catching the door mid-swing as Michael tried to slam it shut behind him.
“This looks ridiculous!” Michael shouted as he gestured wildly to his newly pierced ear, “it’s a fucking hoop! I look insane! You said it’d just be a stud!”.
You tapped your chin in faux thought, “Did I? Ah shit, my bad Mikey,” you hummed apologetically as you reached up to examine your work, “I’ll make it up to you,”. Michael’s looked down to meet your eyes, flitting between you and Jack's bemusement.
“Come on brother, let's get you right,” Jack smirked.
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