ok so we've done what the hatosy boys would smell like... now i wanna do what scents they'd like their girl to wear 😋 ft recs from my collection
jack abbot is a classic guy. he especially loves a floral perfume. jack can't resist it when you come around smelling like lavender or rose, even soft powdery violet... but what really gets him going is jasmine. something about the raunchy, animalic undertone of the white flower gets him rock hard immediately. reminds him of hot heavy summer nights with you (e.g - sleepy body lotion by lush, gucci flora gorgeous jasmine, lust by lush)
pope cody loves the scent of you, first and foremost. he's a fiend for how you smell naturally, your sweat and musk... but he also loves sweet stuff. whether it's soft ambery vanillas or straight up baked goods, pope's like a bloodhound for a sugary scent. laps it straight off of your skin when he can. he especially loves it when you wear something strong that leaves a scent trail so he can find you in a crowd (e.g - vanilla cashmere body lotion by eos, choco musk perfume oil by al rehab, bonbon by viktor & rolf, vanilla 28 by kayali)
sammy bryant loves fruity scents. it's any kind of fruit with him— fresh citrus or sweet berry. he especially loves when you smell like some sort of beachy tropical dream, making him yearn for cocktails by the sand. while the two of you are getting ready in the mornings, sammy groans and hums, pulling you close, "baby, you smell like a fuckin' vacation. wish i could stay home and... just inhale you all day..." (e.g - soft perfume oil by al rehab, ice pop berry bliss by dkny, st barts by ouai, euphoria solar elixir by calvin klein)
titus danforth is a freak: he loves you raw and dirty and he won't let you wear perfume whatsoever. apart from whenever you two have to go out to a charity ball or some other public event, and then he's unlocking his cabinet and spritzing you with something subtle and expensive-smelling. something lightly aromatic and clean that says you're off-limits (e.g - fleur de peau by diptyque, bronze goddess eau fraiche by estée lauder, nectarine blossom & honey by jo malone)
18+. content warnings: daddy kink, misogyny (he's joking but it's hot), breeding kink, no actual sex just dirty talk
you're sat on jack's kitchen counter, swinging your legs, complaining about how incompetent men can be while your dutiful older bf washes the dishes.
it's when you get to the "men used to go to war and die there" part of your rant that you remember that he literally did go to war, and that might've gone a little too far...
the corner of jack's mouth twitches, because he sees your eyes widen and your breath catch, and he knows he's got you.
his chest rumbles, a warm sound, and he pinches your hip with his soapy fingers. "you're my little sexist, princess," he murmurs as he shakes his head, moving to stand between your legs. "i'm just gonna have to correct your bad little biases."
"oh, yeah?" you tease, leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips. "and how are you gonna do that?" he kisses you back, his hands sliding up your shirt to pull you against him.
"hmm," he replies, tone contemplative as he traps you between him and the cupboards. "i think my little feminist is gonna need a lesson in the power of a strong, masculine male."
"ew," you laugh, your arms circling his neck. "are you gonna de-woke me?"
he snorts, shaking his head as he nips lightly at your bottom lip. "de-woke? jesus, baby, you've been reading too much twitter." his fingers trail down your spine. "i'm just saying, some things are meant to be primal. natural. like a man taking care of his woman."
"besides," he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with something dark, "you don’t really want equality right now… do you? you want me to hold you down. tell you what to do."
you grin, your eyes bright as you pull back. you know he doesn't really believe what he's saying, and that makes it hotter. "natural? please. maybe back in the dark ages, when you were my age..."
he laughs softly, his body pressed tightly against you as his fingers slip lower, groping the warm skin of your thighs. "babygirl," he mutters, amusement lacing through his tone, "you know what i'd have done to you in the dark ages?"
"what?" you breathe. then his mouth is at your neck again, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along your throat as he speaks, his voice a gravelly whisper.
"i would've taken you as my wife." another kiss, followed by a hot, possessive bite against your skin. "and i would've put a baby in you, so i could watch that stomach swell with my kid."
"oh, fuck," you moan, arching against him at the idea. he just laughs again, warm against your skin as he moves down to your collarbone.
"my little feminist, getting hot over the thought of getting knocked up. you know you'll let me, babygirl. you know you'll be a good girl and let daddy put a baby in you."
his hands slide up your sides beneath your shirt before one cups firmly over your lower stomach. "you're gonna be such a good mom," he murmurs into your ear, voice thick with teasing certainty.
mohabbot x reader thought/wip for "do i wanna know?":
jack and samira becoming lowkey obsessed with you when they find out they're both in love with you. they're trying their hardest to figure out how to get their girl on board with being in a relationship with the both of them.
jack so badly wants to apologize to you. he wants to lay at your feet, and beg and beg until you forgive him. he'll go on a pilgrimage for your forgiveness. the only thing he wants in life now, is to love and take care of his girls, you and samira, his entire world.
samira wants you to know that she's madly in love with you. if it comes down to it, she'll lay at your feet just like jack. she'll beg you to forgive jack, so you'll be in a relationship with them. you didn't know it yet, but in their minds and in their hearts, you were theirs. you were consuming every single second of their lives.
they're always thinking of new fantasies about their life with you every chance they can. they talk about their sexual fantasies and wet dreams about you, sometimes during sex, other times during a simple conversation, which leads to them fucking each other's brains out because of their thoughts about fucking you. they also think about what the domestic side of life with you would look like. samira is familiar with living with you and you're always at their house, but what would it be like for the three of you as romantic partners?
unfortunately, there is a downside; these are just fantasies. they're yearning for you, but they want to go about this the right way. they don't want to scare you away, and ruin what samira already has with you because then they'd lose you for good. the fantasies, fake scenarios, and wet dreams aren't helping anymore. they want you. they're so desperate and needy for their girl.
𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ forced to work as a cashier at a family owned grocery store, you believe your life is over. until a hot older guy with a staring problem comes in once. and then, never again. not for three years. suddenly, he’s back. and you’ll make sure you never lose him again.
── warnings . . . not canon whatsoever. completely different universe with some of the same plot. cannot reiterate enough, this is completely big AU. lewd talks, curse words, bad jokes, sorta obsessive and stalker-ish!reader. will add more as the story progresses
── pairing . . . fem!reader x andrew “pope” cody
── note . . . this is me coping from that end. have to make a cute little smau
I need someone to write a fic where robby notices reader and dennis like eachother but he likes them and they're his star residents and they both lowkey have a work crush on him. And idk maybe he asks them to house sit for his sabbatical and he comes back early to them making out on his couch. Knowing robby he just has to make sure his star pupils get it right so he's guiding dennis on how to please reader and vice versa. Then when they've both gotten off they turn all their attention to him only wanting to please their dada man. #stayfreaky
Similar to my last post but with rabbot x reader jacks face is still being ridden but this time robby is fucking him while he's watching reader ride his face.
I been thinking about mohabbot x reader for a while and like idk what would lead up to it but the concept of riding Jack's face while samira rides him is so beautiful fr. Like yes put that man to work while we kiss it up and hold eachother, and I just know he's never felt better then when he has his girls on top of him. Bonus if he cant decide where to put his hands so he ends up switching the whole time sometimes he's controlling the pace with samira and others he's pulling us down harder onto his face.
synopsis: there is life and then there is... eternity. jack thought the hardest thing in the world had already happened to him once... then, twice? and now one more time for good. here in the after life, he can only chose to spend eternity with one: his first or his last love
♡ synopsis: when a patient attacks you & embeds a scalpel in your abdomen, you go to jack for help. overwhelmed & irritable, he snaps at you to go find someone else for whatever it is which you're running to him for. once robby has tended to your injury, he informs jack of how he royally screwed up & your husband comes home after his shift to make amends.
♡ a/n: requested by @styx03, ty! i hope i did ok ;_;
Blood drips in fresh, crimson splatters onto polished white tiles from the wound your hand hovers near.
Protruding from your right lower quadrant is a scalpel which a patient has just impaled you with. You don't even respond—there is no screaming, wailing in panic, or hyperventilating to bear witness to which interrupts the beeping, shifting monotony of the ED—before you turn and head out the door of his exam room without another word.
With your shirt awkwardly clutched in your hand, you walk with measured steps to an empty room—cringing all the while from the rhythmic movement.
Once you've closed yourself behind a locked door, you pull the silver instrument from your now inflamed abdomen with a quiet cry of distress, and drop it into the stainless steel sink you stand at. Clattering against the metal basin, you pluck half a dozen tissues from a plastic box mounted to the wall and press them firmly to your weeping laceration.
Not but perhaps two hours ago did you stand at a patient's bedside and hold his hand as a heart attack claimed his life and ripped him from his family's embrace. His wife threw herself over his corpse after—screaming all the while for him to wake up, wake up, wake up; she can't do it without him, how will they survive?
Her children, meanwhile, trembled in a corner while holding fast to one another—their tiny faces flushed and red from tears, unable to understand why daddy wouldn't open his eyes like mommy wanted.
You excused yourself to the restroom to vomit thereafter.
Fighting down a familiar feeling of nausea, you flex stiff limbs while continually pressing numb fingertips against your palm—continually counting them as a grounding technique.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
You believe that you may be going into shock.
You'd like a heated blanket to keep you warm, or your husband's arms to make you safe. Most of all, you wish to leave this place.
You go in search of Jack.
"Hey, Jack?" you ask quietly from the entryway of Trauma 3, watching as he smoothly inserts an IV in the arm of an unconscious patient.
You slide your shaking hand behind you so no one can see.
At least you're still upright, you think. Small blessings.
Even behind the blue and white mask he dons, you can hear him huff in irritation. "Honey, I'm a bit busy right now. If it's a consult, or you're needing help, you need to go find somebody else."
You take a small step forward, ignoring the way your fresh wound smarts when you do so. "I was just—"
He swiftly tugs down his mask and grips the handrail of the patient's bed he stands guard beside. "Go find Robby or Langdon. Anybody else. Can you do that?" he barks. "I don't always have to be the one you come to. They're just as capable."
Your eyes flit to Parker, who turns to Jack with an open mouth—you know she intends to defend you; chew him out for the way he's just spoken to you—until you take a step back in acquiescence to prevent an argument.
Sniffling quietly, you nod, now feeling like a burden. Does he often feel like that? Like you're breaking his concentration, or are too attached? Perhaps it's unprofessional behavior on your part. Work and home are two different things which you've ignorantly merged into one.
"Yeah, I'll go find Robby. I'm sorry for interrupting."
The door swings shut behind you.
You stare at Robby a handful of feet from where he stands, and watch as he heads into an empty exam room before following close behind.
"Are you busy?" you inquire softly while fingering the edge of the striped polyester curtain you waver beside.
He glances to you with kind brown eyes before tearing wrinkled paper from the exam table he stands at. Robby shakes his head while balling it up and tossing it into the trash. "Never too busy for you. What's up?"
You pull back the curtain to give yourself a bit of privacy.
You nervously tug at the hem of your shirt while your other hand continues holding your throbbing side, which Robby's eyes flit to before meeting your own once again.
"I need you to promise me," you say while shuffling forward. "That you're not going to make a federal case out of this. I...I think he's going to end up under psyche's care. I left him—" You shake your head. "I shouldn't have."
You half turn around then. What if he leaves his room and harms someone else? Why did you just walk out and not call security like protocol demands?
Stupid, stupid, stupid. No wonder Jack was so short with you.
You go to head back the way you came until Robby starts toward you and grabs your forearm. "Sweetheart," he says while resting his opposite hand on the crown of your shoulder. "You're my concern now. Tell me what's going on." He nods toward your stomach. "It have anything to do with the way you're holding yourself?"
You shift on your feet uncertainly and wince quietly from the movement. "Promise me. He's unwell. I don't want him arrested, or—"
Robby finally throws up his hands. "Fine, fine, if it'll get you to tell me what's wrong, I will give this man the royal treatment. Now, tell me."
You chew the inside of your lip, then gingerly lift the bottom of your shirt before carefully peeling away the wad of tissues that've dried to your unwanted incision.
"Jesus Christ," Robby curses while stepping forward and gripping your hip to begin examining the damage inflicted. "When did this happen?"
"A few minutes ago," you sputter in explanation. "I didn't tell anyone. I just turned and walked away. I don't know why. I went to Jack, but he...he was busy—"
"Too busy for this?" he asks incredulously. "A patient sliced your fucking stomach open."
You hang your head. "It's not that extreme, Robby."
Maybe if you deny that you were assaulted, things won't turn out to be as bad as you're afraid they are when he finally takes a look.
Robby gently prods at it and your hand flies—sinking your nails into his shoulder. "Ow!"
He raises a brow. "Isn't it?" Robby shakes his head. "Jack should've dropped everything to tend to you."
He waves you toward the exam table, and you climb awkwardly atop it while favoring your side. "I didn't exactly tell him," you murmur while lying back.
Pulling on a pair of gloves, Robby purses his lips in disapproval.
"He told me to come find you. Or just...someone. He was busy—overwhelmed—so he didn't mean to snap at me."
Robby shakes his head. "No excuse. When you come to me, I drop everything without complaint."
You grin, ignoring the way your body is trembling because it's so painfully cold. "It's because you just adore me, right?" you say playfully between chattering teeth while tucking your shaking hands beneath your thighs.
Seeing how you're shivering, Robby frowns, then shrugs off his hoody before draping it over you. "You know I do," he rumbles before grabbing a pack of wipes. "Was the instrument—"
"Sterile," you supply. "I just need stitches." Your eyes flit to the machine next to him, and your stomach sinks to your knees. "Robby..."
"What is it, sweetheart?"
Your chin wobbles. "Ultrasound." Your hand flutters toward your stomach. "My...my ovary."
He stills for a moment and studies you—the way your tearful eyes plead with him to tell you anything but that which you're now terrified of hearing.
He wheels the machine around and switches it on.
You stare up at him through glassy eyes. "Is...is it—"
He shakes his head. "It didn't go deep enough to hit anything. Barely went any deeper than the subcutaneous level."
You squeeze your eyes shut and begin to sob.
Pushing the cart away, Robby slides a palm over your forehead while shooshing you. "It's alright. I'm going to clean the area, give you a few stitches, and then," he says while folding your shirt until it's positioned just beneath your breasts, "I'm taking you home."
You shake your head. "No. Robby, I can—"
He drags an antiseptic wipe over the affected area. "This isn't some option I'm laying before you. I'm an attending, you're my resident—"
"I'm Jack's resident," you state.
Robby looks at you. "I'm making you my resident right now. And as your attending, I'm telling you that you're going home. I'm not asking," he states with finality.
Throwing your head back against the hard vinyl beneath you, you huff in irritation. "Fine."
Robby alerts security to the altercation which occurred where you clearly neglected to, followed by a page to psyche for a consult. After you've completed a workplace incident form and he's compiled a bag of supplies for you to take home so you can tend to your wound in private—as well as some pain meds—he presses the keys to his truck into your palm and tells you to go wait for him.
You think to ask as to why he can't come with you, but refrain.
You'd really like to sit down, and the sooner you make it to his vehicle, the sooner that can happen.
Jack's just exiting the room he found himself unwittingly stationed in for the last hour to the sight of Robby coming straight toward him with a displeased look on his face. He's left to assume that you went to him in the end like he commanded you to, then, and now he's about to be ripped a new one for daring to withhold attention for a damn minute.
"Take it she came to you?" Jack asks while ripping off a surgical gown.
Robby crosses his arms. "She's out in my truck. I'm taking her home."
"I'm sorry, what?" he asks with a raised brow while swinging around toward him.
"I'm guessing you don't have any idea why she came to you earlier?"
Jack plants his hands on his hips. "I assumed because she had a question, or needed help with a patient."
"She was the patient," Robby spits.
Jack falters momentarily.
"He's been taken up to psyche, but she was trying to treat a man having an episode of psychosis. He shoved a scalpel in her belly for it."
Jack curses then runs the heel of his palm along his eye and past his temple. "She didn't say—"
"Maybe if you'd bothered listening for a moment—allowed her to get out what she was trying to fucking tell you—then you might've known."
Jack hardly wastes a moment before shoving past Robby and hobbling toward the doors of the ED. His leg is giving him fucking fits tonight, and instead of dealing with it like a man, he chose to take it out on you instead. You, who was already terrified after someone committed battery against you.
You had looked a bit wan, but he merely shook it off as hazards of the job. Hardly anybody around here is in tip-top shape at all times.
Robby jogs to catch up with him, then presses a hand to his shoulder to halt him in his tracks. A gesture which he bats away. "I'm going to see my wife."
"Jack—"
"Dr. Abbot," calls Henderson from two doors down. "He's crashing, we need you!"
Jack grits his teeth and growls in frustration before turning back around yet again. "Just get her home. I'll be there as soon as I can once my shift is over," he calls reluctantly over his shoulder.
"You sure you don't want me to come in with you? Stay for awhile?" Robby asks while settling his forearm atop the center console and turning in his seat to face you.
You shake your head and force a smile. "No, thank you. I'll be okay. I'm just going to go in, try and bathe," you say with a breathy laugh. "Maybe order something, or just warm up leftovers. Afterward, I'll probably lay down for awhile and watch TV."
Robby seems to debate something for a moment, but ultimately relents. "Alright. Just call me if you need anything," he says while giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
You nod. "I will. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
When Jack enters your shared domicile, it's to strict quietude. He presumes that you long ago fell off to sleep in wait of him, so he heads in the direction of the bedroom to get his damn leg off and switch to the relief crutches provide.
And then he finds the bed devoid of your previously expected presence.
Tugging off the apparatus, he practically tosses it onto the floor at his side of the bed, slides himself onto his preferred means of physical support—when he's home, anyway—and goes in search of you. An exploration which doesn't take long when he sees light peeking out of the crack found at the base of the bathroom door.
He knocks quietly. "Honey, can I come in?"
He hears something roll across the floor, followed by a quiet "damn it."
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry for what happened at work. I just had a lot going on. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. Just open the door for me, angel. Please."
There's the sound of something crinkling.
With a huff, he goes to turn the handle, only to find it locked.
He's really in the doghouse this time, isn't he?
"Either you can let me in, or I'm going to find a key," Jack states.
"I'm busy," you snip.
He sighs, rolls his eyes, then turns and heads for the multiple keychains that hang near the front door.
The doorknob jingles, then turns with a quiet squeak. "Now, do you wanna tell me why—" He promptly shuts his mouth.
It's worse than he thought. Robby did a clean job of repairing what that man damaged, but he's horrified by the sight of you sitting atop a towel in the middle of the bathroom floor in no more than your underwear while you try and clean your dozen stitches.
Leaning his crutches against the sink, Jack hops forward, presses a palm against the wall, then slides downward to join you on the floor.
"C'mere," he murmurs. "Let me take care of it."
"No, I can do it," you mumble while half turning away.
Jack plants his legs on either side of you and shoves your hands from the injury before you manage to reopen it.
Picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol, he eyes it with a raised brow before glancing to you. "You know better."
You shrink into yourself out of embarrassment. "I was only gonna use a little..."
With a shake of his head, he reaches across the way, grabs the top, and screws it back on.
Swiping an ace bandage from beside you, he peels it open and tosses the wrapper in the trash before making to apply the dressing. "I'm sorry," he begins while smoothing the edges with his thumbs. "I didn't know. Not until Robby told me. For what it's worth, I was a worried wreck for the remainder of my shift. I couldn't get back here fast enough. I went flying by a state trooper on the interstate, but got lucky when he didn't come after me."
In every spare moment Jack had tonight, he found himself subconsciously fiddling with his wedding ring—not wanting to acknowledge the ugly truth of what kind of hell losing you would bring upon him.
He feels doubtful he could survive it; unsure that he would want to.
But you don't need to ever hear something so ugly.
Once you've been properly tended to, Jack grips your hips and pulls you toward him. "My leg has been aching all fucking night, I ended up having to do a cric on the patient you saw me with—" he shakes his head. "Doesn't matter."
Cupping the back of your head, he tries pulling your lips toward his. "I'm sorry, baby."
You slide a hand up his chest. "I forgive you," you whisper.
An apology which is soon followed up with a mischievous smirk. "Robby's really good with his hands, by the way. You ever had 'em on you?"
Jack glares at you. "You do not want to test my patience right now."
"I'm the one who got stabbed," you retort. Leaning in close, you giggle. "Even let him come inside and tuck me in..."
Jack deadpans. "I need to check the security cameras?"
You shrug. "Only proof of what we did in bed is stored on my phone in a locked folder. It's filthy."
He fights against a smirk. "You're such a pain in my leg."
You raise a brow. "And you're a pain in my belly."
He snorts while bringing you flush against his chest. "If something like that ever happens again, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs. Alright? Made me sick thinking about you trapped in there alone... He could've done far, far worse."
You nod while nuzzling against his neck. "I just froze. My body locked up, and my voice with it. All I wanted was you I was so scared."
He could put his head through a fucking wall hearing that. Jack wraps his arms securely around you. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. What happened tonight will never happen again. You come first. Always."
Sliding a hand up your back, he presses a kiss to your temple. "It's my job to protect you. And tonight I failed to—"
You shake your head. "Jack, I didn't even tell you." Leaning back, you caress his cheek. "It happens. As terrible as it is, it does in our line of work. It's just a cut that, at most, may leave a small scar. Better it be me with a sterile instrument than someone he attacks on the street with a dirty knife. He wasn't himself. I'm okay."
He presses a long kiss to your forehead. "You're way more empathetic than I would've been. Good thing you didn't tell me. Because if you had..." He doesn't want to think on how he may've very well put the assailant in the morgue.
"I'm just glad he's safe and getting the help he needs. Everything is alright now," you insist.
He brushes a kiss over your lips.
"C'mon," you say while pushing back. "Come lay in bed for awhile and I'll massage your leg." You grin. "Robby gave me the good painkillers, y'know?"
He rolls his eyes. "He does tend to baby you," he says with a grunt while pushing himself upward.
You paw at his middle once he's standing. "Guess that makes two of you."
You pad out of the bathroom and he pinches your rear on the way out, causing you to yelp in surprise.
"Let's go see if we can't overwrite your and Robby's video," he croons while sliding onto his crutches.
"'Overwrite'? Think you're cruising in the wrong century, old man."
He switches off the bathroom light and nearly barks a laugh at the reply that comes to him. "Yeah, well, I'm about to fuck you into the next one, little girl. So you better hope those stitches were sewn tight enough."
Boyfriend’s dads x reader where Robby and Jack are married and adopted a son who’s dating reader. And of course reader brushes off their advances because they’re gay and in a relationship, it’s just their personality to be flirty (except they’re only flirty with reader and each other) and it isn’t until they corner reader and make their advances crystal clear that she succumbs to the dilfs
*takes a drag of my imaginary cigarette* yeah that's some good shit
Tags/warnings: perv!Jack Abbot, perv!Robby, perv!Rabbot, age gap (reader is mid-twenties, Rabbot is however old you want them to be), manipulation, cheating, guilt and shame, threesome, flirting, inappropriate touching, groping, dry humping, fingering (f receiving), somno, intox reader, cnc, hand jobs, wet humping, slight D/s dynamics, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie, Rabbot being terrible parents but like their son fucking sucks
Summary: You're supposed to be spending the 4th of July weekend with your boyfriend but he leaves you with his dads instead
a/n: this one's not for everyone but my god did I have fun writing it
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The day is actually perfect.
You can’t believe it.
The sun is shinning bright, perfectly warm and burning for your skin to get a nice tan.
The pool in front of you glistens under the light, rippling almost seductively.
You can't wait to get in.
But right now you're practically toasting yourself so that the change in temperature will be that much more satisfying.
You're perfectly waxed, body lathered in sunscreen and tanning oil, the tiny little bikini you have on leaves nothing to the imagination.
You've laid yourself out like a sultry present, stomach turning itself in knots as you wait for your boyfriend to wake up, to come out to find you.
You can barely contain yourself with anticipation sparking your nerves, the slickness between your thighs only becoming more and more prominent as you hear rustling through the house behind you.
You shift in your sun lounger, positioning yourself again so that every single one of your assets is in full display.
The glass door slides open.
Your heart does a leap in your throat.
You turn towards the noise and—
"Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart."
The yelp that pours out of your throat is almost unnatural as you instantly heat up everywhere, and not in a good way.
You pull the towel over your body, quickly covering yourself up, absolutely mortified as you lock eyes, again, with one of your boyfriend's dads.
You’ve been dating your current boyfriend officially for a little over two months having met both Jack and Robby, in this very house, a little prior to that.
They'd been complete gentlemen, open and kind, absurdly in love with each other to a point that it made you swoon.
You'd ridden their son aggressively that night, his hot dads the only thing in your mind as you came around his cock, making sure to pull him out of your tight hole before he could finish inside.
You'd brushed it off as having forgotten to take your birth control that morning but the truth was much more nefarious than that. You simply couldn't let him do that when all you wanted was for his dads to fill you up instead.
Having not seen them until now had helped to alleviate some of those feelings. You had been ovulating then, clearly, and there was no way you were going to listen to what your thoughtless, horny mind wanted.
So when he suggested you take advantage of the Fourth of July weekend to take a trip to his parents' home since he knew for a fact the two of them were going to be working instead, you agreed.
A whole three day weekend where you could lounge by the pool, fuck on every surface imaginable, and not have to come into contact with the two of them?
It was the sexiest plan you've ever heard, especially after your summer research job at the university had been kicking your ass and your brain was definitely fried.
Well, unfortunately, none of those things have come to fruition.
You're still unfucked, barely tan and now definitely not not coming into contact with the hot doctors.
You watch as Robby comes rushing out onto the deck, instantly bringing a hand over his eyes unlike his, honestly, worse half, as he catches even the slightest glimpse of your uncovered skin.
There's nothing to look at now, you've made sure of it, but Jack's gaze lingers on your legs, as if he keeps thinking about the memory it'll somehow become real once more.
Heat explodes in your core at the thought of him memorizing what your body looks like, his hungry gaze almost predatory in nature, as if he's waiting for a reason to strike.
"Jack—" Robby's not subtle about it, slapping his husband's arm in embarrassment.
Jack gives your body a once over, subtle enough if you weren't also staring intensely at him, before he casts you a wink and turns slightly so that you can finish wrapping the towel around your body.
Once you're covered up you return to staring, taking them both in before you let them know you're done.
They've both put on slight weight since the last time you were here, their bellies budging out over their scrubs. The bags under Robby's eyes look somehow deeper, a detail that makes your heart constrict in a desperate desire to fix it. And Jack...he just feels unhinged, like he's holding in so much energy he honestly doesn't know what to do with.
"Okay," you whisper. "I'm decent."
Jack is the first to snap his eyes back to you, pouting slightly, teasingly or not, you simply can't tell, but your lips are instantly curling into a shy smile.
Robby peeks through his finger first, earning himself a little giggle from you which causes his cheeks to flush a satisfactory pink.
"Sorry about that, honey," Robby apologizes profusely. "We didn't know the two of you would be here."
You frown. "Well I was told you would be working so..."
Robby cracks a smile as Jack moves to sit on the lounge chair beside yours.
"Damn kid never tells us anything," he complains, causing you to laugh, airy and warm. "I tell ya, the only reason we know he's been here is cause half the fridge is empty and there's an absurd amount of laundry we gotta do."
You bite your lip, watching as he settles into the hot mesh, resting his leg for a little respite which you're certain he hasn't had in the past twenty-four hours, especially since you know he insisted on driving the two of them here from the hospital.
"I promise I'll do all the laundry and wash all the dishes and go grocery shopping before we leave."
"Absolutely not," Robby cuts you off. "He's the one who brought you, he's the one that has to do it."
Your cheeks heat up instantly, the desire starting to bubble over into your stomach.
"Where is he anyway?"
And as if talking about the devil will make him appear, your boyfriend finally makes an appearance, stepping out to join the three of you on the deck, dressed up in his golfing attire?
What the fuck?
"Dad, what're you doing here?" He stumbles over himself, coming over to give both of his parents a little side hug.
"Holiday weekend," Robby answers. "What are you doing here?"
"Same."
Jack scoffs. Yeah right. If anything this looks like three days of uninterrupted fucking and drinking and more fucking.
Ah to be young and in that carefree phase of their relationship.
Only...
Jack's eyes drift back to you as his son walks over to place a chaste kiss over your lips.
You lean into his touch more than he leans into yours. It's subtle but the vet picks up on it right away.
Last time they saw the two of you, it was impossible for him to behave, always needing to have a hand on your body in some way.
But now?
Barely a hand over your leg to steady himself.
Weird.
"Where are you going?" Jack asks his son, gaze narrowing.
He gulps in response, stepping away from you, leaving you practically deflating as he removes his touch without a second thought.
"Golf with some friends from high school."
You instantly snap your gaze up to his, pouting like they've never seen anyone pout ever.
"What?" you whine. "What happened to pool day?"
If your boyfriend feels guilty in any way, he doesn't let it show, instead your words are processed like an inconvenience, as if you have no right to demand his time and attention now.
"Sorry babe, change of plans. But I'll be home for dinner, yeah?"
You open your mouth to complain, to keep fighting back against the plans that have been made without your knowledge or input, but he doesn't let you utter a single word.
"Don't start, please. I haven't seen these guys since spring break, we'll still have one more whole day together before we have to head back."
You don't want to be clingy, he's right, he hasn't seen his friends all summer, he deserves to spend time with them too. You've gotten to see him every day, even if it’s for a few minutes or a few hours.
So you simply nod, forcing a tight lipped smile that he clearly doesn’t process as anything but your blessing to do whatever he wants.
It makes Robby’s blood boil and Jack’s gaze sharpen on their boy.
Have they truly raised such an emotionally unintelligent man?
“Thanks babe,” he claps his hands. “I’ll see you later,” he moves to leave before swiftly turning back to you. You light up again, thinking he’s going to kiss you again, give you any kind of attention before he leaves you for the entire day. “Could you make that roast chicken I love, with the broiled veggies for dinner?”
If Jack wasn’t in so much pain he’d leap to his feet and beat the shit out of his son.
For a split second Robby’s convinced you’re going to fight back, to get up in his face and curse him out.
But you don’t. You just smile again, the picture perfect face of complacency.
“Of course.”
“You’re the best,” he turns around and leaves. “Later pops.”
And with that he leaves. You hear his dad’s truck engine starting and the vehicle leaving the property a few minutes later.
You don’t acknowledge any of it, staring off into space as you process what just happened.
You’re so completely and absolute embarrassed.
Who the fuck does he think he is? And to make that type of scene in front of his dads.
You’re mortified.
And now you’ve got to spend the entire day with them?
Alone?
Fuck.
You’re so flushed, the shame practically rendering you into a dumb mess, so much so that it’s made Jack so fucking stiff in his pants that his leaking tip is making uncomfortable contact with his clothes.
"His loss," Jack winks at you again, positively breaking the spell you’ve been under. "Y'want a beer?”
Half an hour later you've got a nice buzz going on.
Robby’s been relegated to kitchen duty as you and Jack continue to lounge outside. It’s like he's made it his personal mission to keep you company, to include you in whatever vague plans they had for coming over to their house today.
You let your laughter die out as Jack finishes telling you a story of how he made Robby look a fool a few shifts ago.
“Stop that’s so mean Mr. Abbot,” you playfully chide him but you simply can’t stop laughing.
You’re unsure if it’s the sun hitting him directly in his eyes or if maybe you’re seeing things, but you can swear his eyes darken ever so slightly.
“If you’re not gonna call me by my first name at least call me doctor, sweetheart.”
He winks, playfully, causing your cheeks to heat up instantly.
You roll your eyes as Robby comes back out, handing you and his husband fresh, cold beers.
“Don’t let him charm any more clothes off you, kid,” Robby jokes and you’re certain you’ve stopped breathing.
You watch in stunned awe as Jack huffs an offended breath at his partner, pulling him down to place a soft kiss on his lips before the chief attending settles down on the lounge chair by Jack’s legs.
God, they’re so—
Your thighs shift together slightly as you sit up, tilting the bottle against your lips, suddenly thirsty as all hell.
You try not to look at them as they definitely watch you gulp down the amber liquid. There’s no way they’re flirting with you. They’re fucking married and you’re dating their son, you’re just sun drunk and horny as fuck.
Right?
You set the bottle down on the ground before you reach out towards the little plastic table separating the lounge chairs and picking up the sunscreen.
Standing up from your seat, a sudden rush of alcohol to the brain makes you dizzy with courage, stupidly so honestly, so you simply smile down at him, stepping up to stand in front of his outstretched legs.
“Can I charm you into taking some clothes off,” you turn to Jack briefly. “Doctor Robinavitch?”
Robby becomes a fucking tomato and you and Jack both know that you’re gonna take that as an excuse to lather him up in sunscreen.
Fuck you’re good.
You’d been flirty when the three of you met but it was a tame, meet the parents type of casualness that didn’t pierce through their defenses, only lingered on their minds enough for them to actually want to see you again. At the detriment of their son, but who could care less about him now?
Jack nudges Robby with his leg and it’s like the older man comes alive, swiftly and uncoordinatedly discarding his t-shirt.
Your eyes definitely darken as you take in his soft, hairy belly, the little patches of scattered tattoos decorating his skin, the freckles and spots that claim his body with age.
Jack snorts beside you, forcing you to blink out of the spell Robby’s got you under.
Self-esteem has never been an issue in the Robinavitch-Abbot household. Jack is…practically a greek god carved from decades of dedication to his body, the ingrained routine of military life and an honest to god ego that forces him to keep looking his best for himself and those he chooses to invite into his bed.
But with Robby, it doesn’t matter how many times his husband has told him he’s beautiful, has taken his time kissing down his body and worshipped every single inch that he believes will never be perfect enough — the way your eyes rake over him like he’s a delicious piece of meat is enough to make him feel like he’s the most desirable person in the world.
His chest puffs out slightly, muscles flexing as he reaches out for your hand, grabbing the sunscreen and handing it back to Jack.
“Do you mind, handsome?”
Jack smirks, sitting up and placing a lingering kiss over Robby’s shoulder, eyes never leaving yours all because he needs to see you react to them.
And boy do they get a treat as you actually shiver.
Jack squirts a big dollop of sunscreen on his hand, rubbing the two together before he begins to run them all over Robby’s expansive back, digging into the muscle, causing him to moan and groan at the diligent action.
You find yourself taking a step back, literally forcing you to stop staring at the two because if you stay there, if you so much as give them another second of inaction, you will definitely find yourself planting your core against Robby’s practically tented cock and that’ll be the end of your story.
So instead you pretend to not care, to not desperately want, with every fiber of your being, to ogle at them as Jack makes his parter feel good, to fight the urge to get your hands tangled within the mess as well.
You take another swig of your beer, enjoying how the cold washes through your insides and now you desperately need your outsides to match. Without a second thought, you sprint towards the edge of the pool, jumping in gleefully.
The older men watch as your ass and breasts jiggle satisfyingly, water splashing them as you breach the pool before them.
“Oh we are so fucked,” Jack huffs through gritted teeth.
“You think she’s torturing us?” Robby mumbles as they watch you resurface.
“Are we not doing the same thing to her?”
Robby’s gaze snaps back to his partner. “Is that what you’ve been doing?”
Jack doesn’t answer, only grins before he spreads more cream over Robby’s face.
“There, all done,” he kisses Robby’s nose. “Why don’t you go join her?”
Robby’s entire body tenses, swiftly erasing any and all playfulness from Jack’s face.
He opens his mouth to speak, to tell Robby he doesn’t have to do anything that makes him uncomfortable. He was just teasing, sure, he’s wanted to be gross and weird since the opportunity presented itself, but—
“Could you pass me my hat, please?”
Your sweet, angelic voice stops them both dead in their tracks.
A long, electric beat passes through them as Jack searches his husband’s face for any more uncomfortableness. But he surprisingly finds none.
“I got it, honey.”
Robby gets up on tired knees, shuffling over to your discarded seat picking up the silly little animal bucket hat he’s certain you got a few months ago while on your trip out to see your family on the west coast.
What? He’s definitely not been stalking your Instagram. He just wants to know what his son is up to since he definitely won’t tell them.
He walks over to you, leaning down to hand you the adorable garment but just as you’re about to grab the fabric, your delicate hand wraps around his wrist and you’re pulling him into the pool.
Robby never even saw it coming, but Jack did. The mischievous glimmer in your eyes, the sly wink at him before you used every ounce of strength you have to pull the bigger man into the depths with you.
You’re a laughing mess as Robby resurfaces, a bright smile threatening to take over his entire face as he tries really hard to not let it pierce the faux frown of disappointment that he’s shooting your way.
The hat floats its way towards you and you pick it up, putting it over your head.
“Thank you for the hat, doctor Robinavitch.”
That has Robby erupting into a Santa Clause laugh, menacingly moving across the pool towards you.
“Oh, you are so not welcome, kid.”
You yelp, trying to get away from him but you’ve practically cornered yourself against the wall.
His large hands are on you swiftly, one grabbing your waist while the other digs into your leg, picking you up over his head, turning around and tossing you towards the other end of the pool.
“You sure you’re not doing it too?” Jack calls out to Robby as your body sinks for a few seconds.
The older man turns back, cheeky grin now adorning his own lips as well.
“She’s really soft, Jack.”
“Oh fuck off—”
You flail to the surface, determination on your face like never before.
You leap against Robby, hands digging into his shoulders as you lift yourself out of the water to try to sink him back down.
But he’s too strong, like an unmovable tree.
The two men watch you struggle for a while, laughing warmly before Jack cuts in.
“Put her out of her misery, please.”
Robby turns back to you, expression soft yet bordering on patronizing.
It takes him no effort to pull you off him, trapping your arms in his big hands and wrapping you up in his embrace, your back pressed tightly against his front.
You try to thrash against him, barely, as he shushes you, calming you down instantly as you allow your body to finally catch its breath again, panting deeply against his neck.
“You tried your best, kid,” he murmurs. “’twas a good game.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes. “‘m still gonna be a sore loser.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
The second he feels you chuckle against his skin, his hips press further into your round ass. Curse his body and the way it reacts to your warmth.
He pushes you forward then, almost too quickly, almost as if he’s ashamed and is in desperate need to hide something.
You don’t dare turn back to him because you know what he’s trying to bury so deep within himself.
With flushed cheeks, you get out of the pool, pulling yourself up, breasts pressing together for Jack to ogle as you jump up on the ledge.
You watch Robby start to swim, doing grueling laps as you too take a second to calm the fuck down.
You simply can’t think, can’t try to make sense of it because if you do you’ll literally go crazy.
So instead you get up, dry yourself off a little, and join Jack in your favorite activity of being lazy fucks together, unashamedly staring out at the water at Robby’s gorgeous body cutting through the water powerfully.
Jack doesn’t try to engage in small talk. He knows that if he opens his mouth now you’ll shut yourself off for good. It’s a delicate balance, teasing you and also making sure none of you feels bad for it.
None of you wants to think about it, but it’s a looming threat, consistent and present, one that he’s determined to not think about once until the three of you get what you clearly, desperately want.
When Robby finally comes back out of the pool, he’s like a wet dog, shaking the water off himself right above Jack who groans loudly at the little droplets of iciness disrupting his warm glow.
Robby goes to sit next to him but Jack is quick to push him away.
“Go somewhere else,” Jack barks. “You’re too wet.”
Robby practically pouts at his husband. “There’s no more chairs out.”
“Not my problem.”
“You can share with me,” your voice is mousy but clear.
Both men stop their bickering and turn to stare at you as you shift towards the other end of the lounge chair, making a tiny little space for Robby’s massive frame to somehow fit.
Robby’s tentative at best, almost shy as he crosses the small space towards you.
He sits on the edge by your feet at first. It doesn’t matter that his back is aching and he wants nothing more than to lie down and enjoy the sun for a little while like his husband and you have been doing.
It’s only when you grab his bicep and pull him back that he lets himself fill the space.
He lies down awkwardly at first, trying to make himself as small as possible, the minimal contact with your skin driving him mad again.
Fuck, he just spent the past fifteen minutes swimming like his life depended on it so that his disgusting erection would subside and now you’re—
And then you get up and place him under your body, getting him comfortable before you turn onto your side and place your head on his shoulder.
It’s barely there, just enough for the two of you to fit, but your breath dances over his pec, inching too close to his heart with every exhale, and he knows for a fact that you can feel just how fast the blood is pumping through his body.
Jack practically bursts with raw and unbridled pleasure beside the two of you, his pupils swallowing his eyes whole as his hand begins to tease the stark outline of his cock over his swim trunks.
Robby shoots him a darkened look to stop and for the first time in his life, Jack listens.
If Robby can’t get himself off then neither can Jack.
They’ll be tortured together, just like their wedding vows definitely did not intend.
Jack turns away, eyes closing. That’s that then.
Robby does the same, comfortably getting lulled into slumber by your own steadying breath.
Before he succumbs to it, he drapes a towel over your heads, at least some respite from the fire burning everywhere else in his body. And yours. Not that he knows that yet.
He finds out just how hot you are about half an hour later, when he’s awoken by your leg draping over his.
He cranes his neck slightly to see you’re still fast asleep. Embarrassingly so.
You’re dreaming.
Clearly.
Thankfully.
Your hips begin to move slightly over Robby’s crotch, his cock springing awake at even the smallest form of contact.
He bites back a groan, the feeling so incredibly delicious.
Jack needs to see this too—
He pulls the towel off his head and turns to where his husband has already pulled himself out of his swim trucks.
Robby shoots him a disappointed look but Jack doesn’t give a fuck, can only shrug as he continues to pump himself in tandem with your movements.
And then something snaps in Robby’s brain, primal and possessive.
He softly cradles your body in his hand, pulling you further onto him so your barely covered core can make full contact with his erection.
You snuggle further into him.
Must be one hell of a dream.
Most definitely, as you pick up your movements slightly, hitting your clit against Robby’s head with every roll.
Robby sucks in sharply, biting down on his tongue to stop himself from screaming out in pleasure.
Jack smirks, making a show of spitting on his hand as the slick mixes with the oozing precum leaking from his own slit.
The men stare at each other as they let you have your way with Robby.
It’s only fair.
You’re family after all. And family takes care of each other, right?
You mumble a strangled moan against Robby’s chest, your body shivering slightly as a surge of electricity washes over you.
You just came.
You definitely just came and Robby feels like a teenage boy at how the way your body sparks sends him hurdling towards his own release.
He cums in his pants shamelessly, biting down on his fist so he doesn’t make a single sound.
Thankfully the dark blue fabric is still damp from the pool so his spend just blends in with the blotches of wetness already there. But the smell of sex is in the air, a disgusting reminder of what he’s just done, what he’s let you do.
Fortunately he doesn’t have a second to think about it as he catches Jack making his way over on his crutches, standing just beside Robby and aligning his crotch towards his husband.
Robby dutifully opens up his mouth and Jack wastes no time jerking himself to completion over his tongue. He hisses, allowing himself that simple pleasure as thick ropes of cum paint Robby’s throat white.
Neither of them feel you still as you wake up, peeking through the little hole in towel up at them, practically having to stifle a moan as you watch Jack’s eyes close in pleasure.
Your heart thrums in your chest as if you’ve just ran a marathon and yet you can’t look away.
Robby rolls his tongue over his husband’s tip, placing a cute kiss on it before he stuffs Jack’s dick into his swim trunks.
And then Jack, very loudly, states— “I think something’s burning in the kitchen, handsome.”
Robby leaps out of your embrace swiftly, rushing into the kitchen as your hazy brain plays catch up.
Were you just…draped over him?
Why do you feel so sticky down there?
And then it hits you.
The dream. The way your brain is just the right amount of dizzy and light.
You’ve done this before. Many partners have told you. But the shame of now having done it to your boyfriend’s dad sends an embarrassed chill down your spine.
You take the disruption as a blessing, practically running after Robby and hiding in the guest bathroom instead.
What the fuck is going on?
Jack and Robby almost look disappointed when you come back out with a t-shirt and the shortest denim shorts they have ever seen, the slightest sliver of your ass hanging out from underneath the trim.
Jack’s already sat at the table and he has to fight back the urge to tell you to come sit on his lap, you know, just to tease you.
But instead he lets you sit down beside him, his status as head of the household one that he’s never taken seriously, not until right now.
He can see how your gaze shifts from him to the empty seats beside him. One for you and one for Robby, almost equal in a very weird way, forming a triangle.
“What’re you having, kid?” Jack asks you, pulling a rolling cart towards him, their portable bar as your boyfriend has so literally described many times.
You desperately want some liquor to help dull the shame boiling in your stomach. It doesn’t matter that it’s the root cause of why you’ve found yourself in this particular situation, no, you just need to stop feeling like your heart is going to leap out of your mouth for three seconds.
Maybe all you need is to be buzzed all day so hopefully you won’t remember a drop of this tomorrow.
“Vodka tonic with a lime please.”
Jack smiles devilishly. “Coming right up.”
You watch as he reaches over to grab one of his whiskey glasses, portioning out two ounces of vodka…and then two more into your glass. He shoots a smirk your way and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Either he’s trying to keep you tipsy so you’ll loosen up or he’s just being a good host and making sure you at least have some fun on your day off with them, you can’t tell, secretly hoping it’s a mixture of both.
He tops your glass off with tonic water before pouring a handful of ice into the mixture. Your cheeks heat up as you watch him work, deftly fingers working a pairing knife into a ripe lime and peeling a garnish before he cuts the fruit in half and squeezes it in.
Lime juice drips down his hands and you practically have to force yourself not to lean forward and lick it up. His eyes darken as you lean forward for a millisecond before you quickly straighten back up in your seat, catching his knowing stare as he tops it all off with the little garnish.
He sets the glass in front of you before bringing his hand up to his own mouth instead, his tongue skillfully cleaning up his freckled skin.
Your eyes practically bulge out of your skull as you watch the sinful display before you.
“Drink up,” he murmurs, settling back as if he’s just done the most casual thing in the entire world.
Your chest is practically heaving, whatever mental faculties you've got left practically screaming at you to not show him just how much your hands are shaking as you reach down for the glass and bring it up to your lips.
Savoring the cool drink and letting the alcohol do its thing, you hum contently as you swallow the bitter yet refreshing liquid.
“It’s really good,” you beam. “Thank you Mr. Abbot.”
He huffs out a ragged breath at your teasing, bringing his own beer back up to his lips.
You settle back, getting comfortable as the two of you wait for Robby to finish up in the kitchen.
“D’you do anything wild today?” You ask before taking another sip of your drink.
“We performed an emergency c-section. Saved a mother and her baby,” Jack tells you, not boastful, simply proud.
Your eyes widen in excitement. “That’s incredible.”
Jack beams. “Glad you think so, sweetheart.”
He swears he can see your cheeks heating up at his comment, suddenly becoming shy and trying to hide behind the liquid courage of your drink.
“What about you?” He inquires next. “How’s your research project coming along?”
The smile you throw back at him is so bright it could rival the summer sun. He remembered what you’re doing, that’s so kind of him.
“It’s going well,” you try to maintain his own humbleness. “We were almost finished last week but one of my peers found a research paper that practically blew a hole right through our main argument so we’re having to reconstruct a bit unfortunately.”
Jack groans, feeling your pain. “Hate when that happens, why can’t academics just keep their logic to themselves?”
You giggle, shaking your head. “It was a valid point sadly.”
“Yeah, they usually are,” he shrugs. “Hope you’re not having to work overtime because of it.”
You sigh. “It’s…been an issue.”
Jack eyebrows shoot up, a silent encouragement for you to continue.
“I’ve been having to spend more time at the lab and with…your son working late as well…it’s just been difficult to see each other is all.”
You’re being vague on purpose, wishing upon every star that Jack won’t prod.
Unfortunately for you, the sky is very, very clear right now.
“So that’s what this weekend was,” he smiles into his beer. “A honeymoon of sorts, tryin’ to reconnect.”
You’re certain your entire body is now set on fire with just how hot you’ve become.
Jack chuckles. “Hey, I’m not judging. We all need to do that sometimes. Hell, I know Michael and I are trying to do the exact same thing this weekend.”
Trying not tried. The truth settles deep in your stomach, igniting that desperate pit of want back up again.
Did they…are they…
Oh god, what if you cock blocked them?
You down the rest of your drink as Jack relishes in your embarrassment. Something deep inside of you pushes then, like its reacting to a dare that hasn’t been issued yet.
“Well I mean, have at it, God knows I won’t get any action so you might as well enjoy.”
The second the words leave your mouth you desperately with you could go back in time to take them back.
Jack opens his mouth to reply, practically beaming with glee at the newfound information you’ve served him up on a silver platter, but you beat him to it, leaping across the table and slapping your hand over his forearm.
“Oh my god please forget I said that,” you blurt out.
Jack lets out a hearty laugh, his own hand coming up to rest atop your own, holding you hostage with both his touch and his gaze now.
“Don’t worry kid, your secret is safe with me.”
Luckily, you don’t have to think about it much longer as Robby returns with plates overflowing with the BBQ takeout they got for themselves.
If you weren’t completely dying of mortification, you probably would’ve caught how Robby’s own face was deeply crimson, how Jack ran his hand along his husband’s leg, how the two of them came to a silent agreement over you.
There’s honestly no better feeling than your stomach full and your blood coursing with the perfect amount of alcohol.
The sun is high up in the sky, the water perfectly cold against your skin.
You’re back in the pool the second your twenty-five minutes are up after finishing up your lunch, Jack and Robby following out after you and returning to the scene of the crime boldly now.
It’s Robby’s turn to observe as Jack settles on the edge of the pool, helping his husband lower himself into the pool before he retreats back to the shade, settling down against your discarded shorts and shirt.
He watches, almost drunk on your skin, as sunlight reflects off the surface of your supple body, how the rivets of water caress the expanse of your back down to your ass and then further south across your legs.
He’s never been so thirsty as he is right now, his tongue begging him to move, to touch, to allow himself to clench his need for you and just—
“Mr. Abbot!” You squeal, positively breaking the spell he’s been under.
Robby instantly flinches, body jerking forward in case he needs to step in.
Jack’s never been one to shy away from his needs. It’s what he most admires about his partner. He knows what he wants and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go after it.
And right now…well let’s just say he’s going after it alright.
The two of you seem to be engaged in a very physical fight, his front pressed against your back as he tries to steal the beach ball from your grip.
He’s not shy about it either, doesn’t feel any kind of shame, at least not one that’s as noticeable as Robby’s.
It took Robby a good fifteen minutes of hiding in the kitchen to get himself together after you came against his thigh, another ten to convince Jack to get him a new pair of swim trunks, and then another five as his husband took him in his hand and jerked him off again to the thought of you.
Robby has never wanted for anything ever since he and Jack got together. Sure, they’ve dabbled with bringing people in to share their bed, but it’s never been like this.
They should not want you.
They certainly cannot have you.
It’s not just morally wrong, it’s…
Another yelp erupts from your throat as Jack throws himself over you, causing you to lose your grip on the ball and drowning dramatically as Jack pulls the ball towards him, swimming to the other side of the pool to “score a goal”.
Robby watches as you resurface, spitting water from your mouth as you wipe your hair off your face.
It’s then that Robby notices it.
Your top has come undone and your breasts are now…
He clears his throat. “Uh, honey?”
You look up at him like he’s hung the moon, eyes wide and your chest practically pushing out towards him.
Robby blushes instantly, a sheepish smile adorning his lips as he points down. He just can’t say it, doesn’t dare himself to bring any more attention to it.
He watches, practically drooling, as your spacey brain processes it, another yelp escaping your lips, this time followed by an embarrassed giggle that brings Jack’s attention back to the two of you.
At the sight of your bare back, the SWAT medic crosses the pool in what feels like two powerful strides, swiftly pulling the strings back around your neck but not before shamelessly stealing a peek at your hardening nipples.
He sucks in a breath sharply, using the excuse of contact to have his fingertips linger over your overheated skin.
He’s unsure if you’re even aware you’re doing it, but the contact makes you hum contently as you pull your hair off your back and almost make daring eye contact with Robby.
You may be tipsy but the way his eyes definitely darken now and the way Jack’s touch lingers more than necessary confirms whatever doubt still lingered in your brain—
They want you.
And fuck it if you don’t want them too.
It’s unfortunately you who ends up getting out of the pool first and retreating back into the house.
The sun is still out and proud but it’s getting to that time when dinner prep simply must get started so you make your way into the guest bathroom and take a thorough shower, flinching in pain as you realize you’re definitely sunburnt.
So much for being careful.
You do your best to be gentle and wrap a fluffy towel over your body before you go back out into the common areas of the house. You’re sore everywhere so the longer you can stay without having to put on actual clothes the better.
You start on dinner prep, preheating the oven, cutting up vegetables, prepping the chicken, readjusting the towel cause it just keeps coming undone and almost flashing—
“Damn, kid,” Jack sucks in a breath behind you. “You’re really burnt.”
You turn to him and nod, annoyance clear over your features as you watch him set the two beers he’s taken out of the fridge on the counter.
“Does it hurt?”
You nod, your brain somehow emboldening in mischief as you respond.
“Yes, doctor Abbot.”
Jack doesn’t even hide the Cheshire smirk that pulls his lips.
Oh, this is how it is now, huh?
He steps forward, cold hands coming up to rest just below the base of your neck where it meets your spine. You moan at the contact, the iciness the perfect contrast to your burning skin.
You can feel his lips ghosting over your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt down your back and arms. He hums satisfactorily before he guides you out of the kitchen, pushing you towards his bedroom.
You don’t question, you just do, falling down onto the soft, cold comforter as he retreats into the bathroom. It’s only then that you realize he’s put his prosthetic back on, able to move himself and yourself wherever he needs. It sends a thrill down your spine, most definitely.
He comes back a minute later, a bottle of cooling gel in his hands.
“Towel off,” he tells you. You hesitate for a split second, the sudden realization of where you are and what he’s asking almost too much to process. “Doctor’s orders.”
It shouldn’t have worked, but it just does.
You lift off the bed just enough to pull the towel off your body, throwing it beside you on the bed for easy access before settling back down on the bed, doing your best to cover your front as much as you can.
“Good fucking girl,” Jack groans and you hear him adjusting beside you, the mattress dipping from his weight and the gel squirting over your skin.
You hiss at the change in temperature but quickly relax as his hands begin to massage it into your skin.
Your eyes close in bliss as Jack takes his time, making sure to cover every inch of your skin, from your upper back and arms, the pads of his thumbs digging into your sore muscles, all the way down to your lower back before trailing the expanse of your ass.
You moan into the sheets as his hands travel lower, barely ghosting over your slit, your legs opening up for him slightly. He smirks at the action, teasingly continuing their path down your thighs and calves instead.
You huff in annoyance causing him to chuckle.
“What’s wrong, kid?” He spits meanly. “There something you want?”
“No,” you pout.
“No?” Jack continues his movements, making sure to press a little deeper, returning to the swell of your ass. “Okay.”
He stops his movements abruptly, picking up your towel and wiping his hands.
You whine then, your hand coming up to grab his wrist, turning your face to look up at him.
You give him the most intense puppy eyes you’ve ever given anyone in your life and you’re certain if he were Robby instead, he would’ve caved instantly.
But he’s not.
And doesn’t.
“Aw, poor baby,” Jack coos. “Just say what you need and I’ll be happy to give it to you.”
You huff, staring back at him defiantly for a total of five seconds before you’re spreading your legs wider, your left knee bending up to rest over his own.
“Please doctor Abbot,” you whimper. “I need your fingers.”
It’s the bare minimum but it’s enough to spring him into action.
His clean hand instantly slides against your soaked folds, causing him to groan at the contact.
“You’re so wet, kid,” he whispers.
You roll your eyes, letting yourself go to the pleasure. “Duh, I just got out of the shower.”
He chuckles. “The mouth on you.”
He slips two fingers into your entrance without warning, curling them forward as they bottom out to the knuckle.
You wail then, your grip on the sheet and his bicep tightening.
“What?” He leans down to whisper into your ear. “No comeback?”
You let out another moan as he starts to move his fingers in and out of you, settling on a thorough pace that quickly has you tightening around him.
“Such a needy little girl,” Jack huffs into your ear. “Is he not treating you like you deserve?” Another curl of his fingers. “Leaving you so pent up you have to go ask his dad for help?”
You moan louder at that and Jack sheathes his fingers deep inside of you, focusing on wiggling his fingers against your spongy flesh.
“Touch yourself baby,” he commands, the hand clutching the bedsheets slithering in between your body and the bed without question.
You’re so close, so freaking close—
Robby clears his throat at the door and you freeze, your orgasm taking you by surprise as you cum around Jack’s fingers.
“One second, handsome,” Jack tells his husband as he continues his ministrations, fully working you through it as you writhe and pant against him. You try to pull away once, overwhelmed and sensitive, but Jack’s having none of it, grabbing you tightly and pressing you against him as you squirm.
“Jack, you’re gonna break the girl,” Robby chides, his heart beating a million miles a second as he watches you contort in pleasure.
“Just one more,” he turns to Robby. “Please.”
It’s at his husband’s plea that Robby comes over to the bed, his large hand coming down to the small of your back to soothe you as he pulls Jack’s own out from inside of you.
You jerk at the feeling of wetness pouring down your entrance, brain so fuzzy you can barely make out what’s happening as Robby turns you over onto your back, displaying everything they hadn’t been able to see until now.
You don’t try to hide, instead you simply lie there, completely at their mercy.
“Doctor Robby,” you whine for him, your hands greedily coming up to grab at him.
“‘M here honey,” he soothes, coming down to place a kiss on the side of your mouth sweetly before he trails a path of kisses down your neck, your chest, your tummy, all the way down to your hip and then—
His mouth is hot over your clit, his lips unbelievably soft as he starts out slow, chaste almost.
Jack settles back on the bed, watching Robby as he finally takes what he wants, unhurried and unbothered.
Your hips buck up against his mouth and it’s all the encouragement he needs to grab your legs and pull you down so he can kneel in front of the bed and bring his mouth over your slit.
You scream in pleasure at the gesture, hand coming up to grab his hair, the other tangling itself on Jack’s swim trunks.
Robby doesn’t slow down then, his tongue swirling over your entrance before it comes back up to your clit, hungry lips sucking and biting and swirling, repeating the pattern until you’re writhing against him.
Jack is entranced by the sight, palming his cock over his pants as he watches you react to his husband.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he reiterates his earlier sentiment, causing your hand to unfurl from the fabric on his body and trail up under the waistband, tentative fingers wrapping around his leaking tip.
He hisses at the contact, causing Robby to smirk against your clit, the two of you in cahoots now.
“Make him feel good, honey,” Robby encourages you before he slides further down your body, his tongue breaching your entrance without any more preamble.
So you do.
You pull Jack’s impressive erection out of his clothes and wet your palm with his precum, your hand barely able to wrap itself around him entirely.
He barely contains himself, moans spilling out of his mouth almost instantly as he leans forward into you, his lips catching yours passionately.
You moan into his mouth as tongues clash sloppily, your movements only intensifying in tandem with Robby’s.
When he feels your attention pulling away from him too much, he slides two fingers into you, his mouth returning to latch itself around your clit.
You wail into Jack’s mouth and the vet lets you go, wrapping your hand with his and picking up the pace to his liking.
“Handsome, spit on my cock,” Jack commands Robby who detaches himself momentarily from you to come up and spit a large glob on his spit and your wetness over his husband’s tip. “Thank you.”
Robby smiles hazily before returning to the task at hand, making you cum.
You clench around his fingers as he adds a third, stretching you out so deliciously you squeeze Jack’s cock accidentally.
The man beside you tenses, erection twitching as his hips thrust up into your grip.
He pulls you further into him, his strong arm wrapping around your body so he can pinch your nipple.
“Oh my god, please,” you mewl. “I’m so close—”
“Cum for us, baby,” Jack groans in your ear. “Let go and I’ll be right there with you.”
You focus on the feeling of it all, on the knowledge of Robby between your thighs, on the way Jack’s cock feels in your palm, on the power you hold over them right now.
It’s all too much, Robby’s breath on your pubic bone, Jack groaning into your ear, the wet, slurping sounds echoing through their bedroom—
Your body succumbs to them happily, flooding with bright, hot pleasure as you cum for them. You spasm blissfully, grabbing onto them tightly as they work you though your high. You can feel hot spurts of cum drench your hand as Jack lets go after you, his hand taking control over your limp one as he strokes himself through the aftershocks.
But it’s his hot breath against your ear, the way he whispers praises that are only meant for you to hear that cause you to let go completely. You press into him tightly, whimpering against his skin as Robby removes his fingers from you, holding them out for Jack to wipe them clean with his tongue.
You barely register as the chief attending gets off his knees, the joints popping hilariously before he settles on the bed behind you, pressing you tightly in between their two bodies.
“Such a good girl for us,” Robby praises, kissing over your shoulder, neck and jaw dotingly as Jack runs his fingers down your thigh. “You’re all good honey, did so good.”
It takes you no time to let sleep take over, so content all you can really do is just let it happen.
You wake up after the sun has set, disoriented and naked underneath the thick comforter. Your body feels sticky, the cooling effect of the gel the clear indication of the culprit. Surprisingly, your inner thighs do not feel wet, no more than normal and you’re almost able to pretend like what definitely happened was nothing more than a dream.
Except you don’t want to.
Not when you hear warm laughter outside the room—their room.
Called to them like a moth to a flame, you groggily get out of bed and search their messy floor for one of their t-shirts, forgoing underwear entirely since you’re pretty certain you know where the night is going to lead.
Your heart is practically beating out of your chest as you approach the dining room, dread already creeping as you half expect you-know-who to be back.
Relief floods your system like a drug as you take in the two men before you. They’re wine drunk, their cheeks the perfect shade of pink, the dinner you started to cook laid out on the table before them, their plates already empty.
You’re unsure if it's the warm glow from the overhead lights or the way their laughter settles richly in the bottom of your stomach or the fact that you feel so satisfied for the first time in months, but you simply cannot stop smiling, staring straight at them as you try your best not to break the spell.
A girl can get used to this…and that’s what scares you the most.
Unfortunately for you, your traitorous stomach gives you away, a loud enough growl as the smell of that buttery chicken fills your nostrils.
Their laughter dies, replaced by a different kind of hunger.
“Hi sleepyhead,” Jack greets you first, beckoning you forward towards him.
You smile shyly at him before you turn your attention to Robby who is looking oh so bashful. He tries to hide behind his glass of wine, a hand over his mouth to shelter the glowing smile from view.
You’re instantly drawn to him, making your way towards him first.
“Hi,” you mumble, standing next to the man before you lean down to press your lips to his.
He’s shocked at first, definitely, but you simply need to know what his lips feel like on yours after all that happened, after how good he made you feel.
He swiftly loses himself to the kiss, humming against your lips before granting you entry.
The kiss is gentle and comforting, shy and honestly tame in comparison to how Jack practically staked claim when it had been his turn.
Robby’s the first to pull back, his hands running up and down your exposed thighs as he jerks his head back towards Jack, a clear command to do your due diligence.
You giggle, leaning down to press one last sloppy peck as he smacks your ass playfully before you can make it around his seat to Jack.
“C’mere kid,” Jack doesn’t hesitate, pulling you onto his lap as his lips claim yours once again, one hand around your neck while the other playfully slips under your—his—t-shirt.
Your own arms fall against his chest, fully relinquishing control over your body for him to do what he pleases. It’s only when your stomach growls again that he finally lets you go, your lips puffy once more.
He doesn’t release you entirely, opting to twist your body and have you settle on his lap facing Robby and the dinner table instead. You squirm, rolling your hips teasingly before Jack smacks the side of your thigh.
“No.”
You huff dramatically yet settle as Robby serves you a piece of chicken, some steamed veggies and those creamy mashed potatoes that you were supposed to make yourself earlier.
Jack’s hands continue to roam over your body as Robby cuts up your food, sticking his fork into the soft flesh before holding it up to your mouth.
You open without hesitation, humming contently as the richness hits your tongue.
“What’ya say?” Jack pipes up.
“Thank you doctor Robby,” you say sweetly, causing Robby to blush once more and Jack to hum approvingly against your ear.
They keep this up until the majority of the food is gone, Jack going as far as to top off his own wine glass so that you can take a sip every time he does.
By the time you politely decline another bite, you’re full, warm and fuzzy, practically melting against Jack.
You feel so…
A dopey smile pulls your lips upward. This truly is everything you’ve ever wanted.
And then Jack’s phone lights up on the table beside you, reality sobering the three of you like a sharp knife to the heart.
It’s a text, from him.
You tense against Jack, panic flooding your once peaceful body with dread.
It suddenly becomes too hot, too hard for you to breathe. You heave as Jack picks up the offending device and reads the message.
You take advantage of his attention going elsewhere and leap out of his lap. Unfortunately, you’re crowded by the table you’re not swift enough, your brain short circuiting long enough for Robby to stand up himself, his strong frame tightly wrapping itself around you.
He shushes you gently. “It’s okay, honey, you’re okay.”
You fight against him, slapping the sides of his body to get him to let you go, to stop caring, to stop—
But he doesn’t, he just lets you do whatever you need to in order to calm down.
“I have to go, I can’t be here, I need to—” you cry against his chest.
“No you don’t,” his tone leaves no room for pushback. “Just follow my lead, breathe in,” he inhales deeply. “And breathe out.”
He exhales until there’s no more air in his lungs.
It takes you a few seconds to finally relinquish to him but ultimately you follow his lead, following his breathing until your arms go limp to your sides, until you rest your head against his chest willingly, until you step into his body and cling to him.
You can feel Jack’s hand trailing your back gently, another comforting presence as you come back to yourself.
“‘M sorry,” you mumble against Robby. “I just…I don’t know what to do.”
Robby sighs, the first and only admission of guilt he’s allowed himself. “We don’t either, honey.”
Tear brimmed eyes look up at him and he honestly wishes that he could somehow snap his fingers and make everything okay. This is so fucked and yet he simply cannot feel anything other than gratefulness at the twisted circumstances that brought you all together.
“Whatever this is,” Jack chimes in. “It stays between us, sweetheart. You don’t have to keep going, you don’t have to see us ever again, hell, we’ll disappear from your life if it’ll make it easier—”
“No!” You practically wail, turning to face him as Robby loosens his grip on you. “I…I don’t want that.”
Jack smiles brightly, relief flooding his body as he grabs your hand, pulling you back to him as Robby settles back down on his seat.
“We don’t want that either,” Jack states and the air in the room turns electric once more. “How about we focus on tonight? Huh? Use the time we’ve got left and leave our brains to decide tomorrow.”
You nod, interlacing your fingers with his as he brings your hand up to his mouth and kisses your knuckles softly.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Did you like dinner, baby?”
You nod, a sharp thrill running down your spine as your brain realizes what he’s about to ask you to do.
“Well then shouldn’t you say thank you to the chef?”
You match his mischievous smirk, turning in your heels to face Robby as Jack lets you go completely, sitting back to enjoy the show.
Robby watches you like a deer caught under headlight as you approach him, your hands coming down to grab onto the chair handles for support as you lower yourself to the ground, on your knees, between his open legs.
He hisses in anticipation as his brain processes what you’re about to do.
“Thank you so much for dinner doctor Robby,” your hands slide over his lap now, teasing him over his pajama pants as you all notice the tent that has swiftly grown at your barely there touch.
“You’re very welcome, honey,” he pants, causing you to giggle sweetly.
Oh you truly are a little devil, just like Jack.
“Enough teasing, kid,” Jack snaps. “Get to it before he cums in his pants again.”
Your brow scrunches slightly until you remember. Your face heats up instantly, sharply turning to look at Jack with wide, shocked eyes.
“Oh yeah,” Robby groans, leaning down to grab your chin and pull you back to him. “And Jack oh so kindly came in my mouth. You made us so hard with your little sounds, we simply couldn’t resist.”
You’re sure the room is spinning now, your head instantly going fuzzy and dizzy as their confession practically pulls the rug from under your knees.
“Now, baby,” Jack breaks you out of your haze. “Robby was mighty generous earlier, return the favor like a good girl.”
Snapping out of it for real now, you slide your hand under his waistband, pulling out his even larger dick and staring at it in awe for a few seconds as saliva begins to pool in your mouth.
“You can take it, honey,” Robby coos.
You nod, lifting off your heels and leaning over his purpling tip to let all the slick drip from your mouth onto his length.
He hisses at the contact, causing Jack to chuckle darkly behind you as he pulls out his own cock and begins to slowly pump himself.
You waste no more time, coating your hands with your combined slick and swiftly jerking him off at a moderate pace. The second his entire length is coated, you lean further down, taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue over his slit.
Robby can’t hold back any longer, his hand fisting your hair possessively as his hips begin to jerk up into your mouth, causing you to gag with each thrust, but you don’t slow down, don’t tell him to stop, you simply let him have his way with you.
Saliva drips down the sides of your mouth as you desperately relax your throat, the sounds filling the room obscene. Robby’s moans mix with your throat constricting as you desperately try to swallow, to work your hands faster, to open up for him.
But it’s no use.
He’s too big, too long.
So instead you just let him do what he needs to do.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Such a good girl, such a good fucking mouth.”
Jack spits on his hand then and Robby’s attention swiftly turns to his husband, the display before him so lewd he forcefully pulls you off his dick so that he can turn you around to face Jack.
You moan as you stand up, gasping for air desperately while Robby turns you around and pulls you down onto his lap, his erection and his chest caging you against his body.
You watch as Jack’s hand pumps his length again to the sight of you coming undone by Robby, your wet folds sliding against his dick, mouth hanging open as you pant.
“Robby please,” you whine and the man behind you effortlessly lines himself up with your entrance, thrusting his tip inside of you before he finally cums inside of you.
You moan at the intrusion, burying him further inside of you as his hot spurts paint your insides. He moans against your ear, his fingers digging into your hips bruisingly as his body spasms in ecstasy.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “You feel so good, honey, such a—” a strangled moan escapes him. “Such a perfect girl, so tight and warm.”
You hum happily, staying right where you are until you feel his cum dripping out of you that you make an effort to move off him.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Jack demands and you shuffle towards him on shaky legs, straddling his hips as you take him in your hand and ease him inside of you instantly.
His hands wrap around your lower back, pulling your shirt over your head swiftly before he leans down and wraps his mouth around your nipple. You moan loudly as his teeth pull on your sensitive bud, your hips jerking at the pain mixing in with the pleasure.
You start to move then, the sounds of your body and Jack’s coming together a choir of wetness as the knowledge of Robby’s cum and your own arousal being used as lube for Jack to easily slide in and out of you makes you clench around him.
As if knowing exactly what thought led to your reaction, Jack smirks against your nipple, releasing it with a pop before he hovers his mouth over yours, teasingly.
“You like it when we both use you like this baby?” His breath is so hot against your lips. “Yeah, so cock drunk you can barely speak,” he turns to Robby. “I think we’ve created a monster, handsome. Such a spoiled brat.”
You whine, unable to take it any longer and pressing your lips to Jacks desperately. He chuckles into the kiss, letting you take control up there while he rolls your hips back and forth to his liking.
He’s so deep inside of you, hitting every single spot that makes you see stars. You could honestly stay here forever, satiated and cared for, all the attention you could ever want directed exclusively at you.
Robby comes up behind you, his tall frame adding extra support before his hands snake in between your bodies, fingertips rolling over your clit expertly.
You moan into the kiss, detaching yourself to look up at the man behind you with such devotion it honestly makes Robby forget he’s ever felt bad about himself.
He leans down to kiss you then, soft and caring, the perfect contrast to Jack’s rawness.
“Cum for us, honey,” Robby asks against your lips, pressing his fingers harder against your needy bud and just like that the floodgates open.
You tense over Jack like your life depends on it, clenching around his dick, causing him to shoot his load inside of you without warning.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jack curses into the night, holding you firmly against him, not letting even one drop go to waste.
Robby continues to kiss you, his hands running down your arms soothingly as Jack slumps against the chair, spent and silent for the first time all day.
You lean back into Robby, enjoying how he’s towing over you.
“You feeling okay, honey?”
You nod, pulling back from his kiss to pepper even more against Jack’s jaw.
“And you?” Robby chuckles at his husband, the blissed out expression causing Jack to look adorable you can’t help but giggle.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jack pants. “Calm down.”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah Robby, gotta give the old man a second—”
Your laughter dies instantly as Jack jerks his hips upward, nudging his tip against your cervix.
You fall forward against him, a string of unintelligible apologies falling from your lips.
He smirks proudly, leaning forward and giving you a quick peck on your lips. You smack his arm playfully in return before hiding your face behind your hands, heart definitely beating out of your chest for a completely different reason now.
“What…um…” you stammer. “What did he say?”
“He won’t be home tonight,” Jack answers as if it’s the most normal information ever. “Staying over a friend’s house.”
Happiness blooms through you once more. “Can we cuddle?”
Robby kisses your temple. “Of course, honey.”
“And maybe we’ll be ready for round two.”
“Speak for yourself, old man,” Robby leans down to kiss his husband lovingly.
“Oh I definitely am.” He winks at you and just like that, everything is just as it should be.
a/n: this turned out way sweeter and way longer than intended but idc. lmk if you have any requests for them or any other dark!rabbot scenarios
dividers by @/enchanthings
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