synopsisRobby wants to take you- his beautiful wife- on a romantic get away, he forgets about the knuckleheads that means leaving at home
warningskids, robby is a dad in this, you are a mom, language, smut-ish (pentration) hospital stuff, bone breaking etc
author notewasn't i so original with the names? my genius frightens even me sometimes. this is a short little thing I just had in my head and really wanted to write. if you're not into kid fics i apologise, really this was just an excuse to write something featuring a version of john carter again. I have lots and lots and lots of pitt drafts and thank you for requests!! I am slowly getting through them:)
The smell of wood and coffee drifted to you as Robby nudged open the door with his boot, grunting slightly at the weight of the bags he carried that you'd offered to help him with but hadn't even got a reply as Robby slung one under arm, taking the other two in hand and walking past you with a smirk.
“Home sweet home,” he said.
The cabin was small and hidden away from the city. It was miles away from the hospital and any roads to hide the noise of wailing sirens.
Peace. That's what this getaway was about, taking you somewhere the two of you could live as a young couple, un-disturbed. It was about the only thing that had gotten Robby through the last tough weeks of work. All the blood and death and bathroom breaks of locking himself in stools to silently cry was all so he could come home to you and his family in one piece.
Now, he could shred every responsibility that didn't include being your husband and that wasn't a responsibility. More an honour.
Robby looked down at you with a smile, expecting to see one back. Instead, you were looking down at your phone. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”
“I'm just checking in with the kids.”
He groaned and grabbed your phone, throwing it ahead into the cabin. It landed somewhere soft on the rug. “They'll be fine, they're what? Twenty something?”
You laughed and stepped closer into his circle of heat, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and drawing yourself closer. “Look at you, pretending not to know your kids ages.”
Robby dropped the bags, snapping his arms around your waist and holding you up. “What can I say? I'm loving... attentive...”
His beard scratched up and down your neck as he littered slow kisses there.
“Should I carry you through the doorway? Like when we were married?” Robby wasn't exactly encouraged by the idea with your laughter shaking in your chest.
“I don't think your back can handle that, old man.”
His brows rose up, tongue poking the inside of his cheek and you bit back a smirk. He couldn't help but think how sexy you looked, even after kids and marriage you never failed to stop looking beautiful.
And Robby had never found being called old sexier.
“Well,” he grunted, lifting you further till your toes were scraping the floor. “How about you go up to that bedroom and I show you just what this old man can do?”
“Dad's gonna kill me... Dad's gonna kill me.”
Noah watched his brother, John, pace the small hospital room. For such a tiny pace he was making good job at trekking miles. “Relax, at least we're in a hospital,” he said. “That way they can shock you back to life.”
“So he can kill me all over again!” John hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, the smack bouncing around the walls.
Their sister, Casey, laughed on the bed.
She was taking all this surprisingly well considering it was her arm broken and limply lying in her lap.
The brothers looked to her as if remembering she was there. Like she wasn't the reason they were there. Well- technically it was John's fault. Because he was older and he was supposed to be looking after Casey. He should have been the one watching her on the trampoline. Should have seen how she fell on her arm and a sickening crack followed.
To her credit, Casey didn't cry.
Instead she let out a string of curse words that would make a sailor shudder.
Noah didn't know which is dad would hate more: the cast she'll inevitably be put in or the words she'd some how picked up.
“How're you feeling?” John asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hungry,” she said, pulling out the puppy dog eyes and pout that only a six year old could do effectively.
“Can't eat I'm afraid, not till we've got that arm looked at.”
“Will I need stitches?”
Noah let out one loud, ha! “Worse!”
Casey shrieked.
“Noah!” John lectured.
“What? I'm being honest! Honestly is the best policy.”
“Not when it scares her!”
“I'm not scared,” said Casey, momentarily misplacing her broken arm as she tried to flail them around only to end up teary eyed at the pain.
John shuffled closer to her side in panic, throwing an arm around her shoulder and comforting her. “It's okay, oh, it's okay.”
“I want daddy!”
John and Noah looked at each other, gulping.
It had been a total of four hours. Four hours they'd been gone and already things had gone wrong! The drive up to their cabin alone was five so they'd maybe only had three hours of relaxation. That was enough, right?
For months their dad had drilled it into them he was taking their mother away for an anniversary he had to work three months ago. This was the only time off together your schedules could work out. After all, PCMT didn't run steady without the attending and nurse.
We'll be gone three days, their dad told them, sitting the two brothers a year apart down. Carter will be busy at Presby so I need you two to look after Casey, alright? John you're eighteen, you're in charge.
Noah had never been happier to be younger.
It was all amusing to him really, besides the fact his sister was hurt- obviously.
“I want daddy too,” Noah laughed.
John paled.
Suddenly the door flew open and just when Noah thought it might have been a doctor they'd never seen, or Abbot or Dana, it only got worse.
Carter rushed in, white lab coat billowing a second behind him. Their dad thought it was tacky and dumb (med students haven't worn them since the 90s, he'd said) but their mom thought Carter looked handsome so- the doting mommy's boy he was- Carter always wore it.
Noah rolled his eyes.
“Hey, hey, what's going on here?” he rushed over to Casey, pressing a kiss to her forehead and petting down her hair. “You okay? She okay?”
“She's fine,” said John, standing from the bed.
“My arm hurts,” whined Casey.
“I'll give you ten bucks to say nothing,” said John.
Casey made a dramatic move in holding in her words.
John should have done it for five.
Carter looked around the room like he was wholly confused even if he was in his second year of med school in Presby and was accustom to the look of a hospital room. “Where's her chart? Has she been looked at? Has Dana been in?”
“No, I got us in on the down low,” said Noah, standing from his chair.
Carter hovered over the computer, trying to find a way to log in that didn't mean hacking into the system. “The down low?”
John reached his other side. “I bribed Donnie to get us a room.”
“Why would you do that?”
“So they don't call mom and dad!”
“They're not here?” Carter asked, a furrow between his brows.
“No, they're up at the cabin,” said John.
“Their romantic getaway, you remember that?” asked Noah.
Carter's expression dropped. “That was today?”
“Yeah that was today, where have you been living?” said Noah, knowing his brother lived in the second biggest room of the house and had been pretty much vacant from it with his studies. Noah had took to invading the room at any chance.
John rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “We called you cause... you know, you're a doctor.”
“Well, no, I'm a med student,” said Carter, though briefly the word 'doctor' had gone to his head. And ego.
“But you're so good at it,” encouraged Noah, thumping their eldest brother on the chest and fixing his crooked stethoscope. “What better time will you have to put your skills to good use then to help our sister?”
The three looked back to Casey who was watching them, blinking.
“How's your pain on a scale of one to ten, Casey? One being no pain at all, ten being horrible, terrible, worst pain of your life?” asked Carter, keeping his voice as light and brotherly as possible.
Casey looked to John.
He sighed. “You can talk, Casey.”
She thought about it for a second. “A seven?”
Carter cursed under his breath.
John and Noah shared a look, knowing who to blame Casey's exclamations on. “You can order labs,” said John.
“Yeah, get her a scan or something,” added Noah.
Carter laughed them off. “I can't, I don't work here!”
John put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Of course you can, you're a Robinavitch.”
“Hey,” said Santos, approaching the nurses station as if in a daze. “I'm like totally not crazy and I totally don't miss the guy or anything but I swear I just saw a younger version of Robby walk in here.”
“What?” Javadi laughed.
Whitaker nodded along, as if he'd expected it. “You must really miss the guy, huh?”
Santos rolled her eyes. “No, Jesus that's not it. I just mean Robby's literal doppelganger just walked in, white lab coat and all.”
Dana didn't make it a habit to listen into gossip... sometimes she couldn't help it. She lingered at the nurses counter, listening with one ear to everything else around her in case there was an actual emergency.
“Really, where?” Javadi asked.
“Hey! You three!” Dana called, snapping her fingers as she approached the three, peering at them over her glasses. “We got beds to empty, people to see, let's move it!”
The three were resigned to do their job, as so many usually were, but Dana watched them go, ensuring they were all going to three separate locations but not before she caught Trinity leaning into Javadi, whispering in her ear an exam room where this mysterious young Robby was hid in.
Dana wondered but not for long as she found the room with not one, not two but four Robinavitch children inside.
A grin formed. It was always good to see them, especially since she'd been seeing them since they were babies, having held each one of them in her arms and held each of their hands as they started to walk. Sometimes they still needed the hand.
Carter, John and Noah's backs were to the door, the three standing over the bed in clear thought if their folded arms and tense backs were anything to go by, so like their father they were.
Casey Robinavitch, the youngest of the set, was first to spot her, smiling wide. “D! D!”
“Well look what the cat dragged in!” she celebrated.
Casey did what she could to move but Dana was there at her side, embracing her and helping her back down onto the bed.
The boys were less enthusaticaly.
“Hey, Dana,” John said quietly.
Carter was by far his father's son in looks. The same sloped nose and brown eyes. Dressed up as a doctor he looked even more the part. It freaked Dana sometimes, like having the ghost of young and cocky Michael Robinavitch hovering around the place.
John and Carter- still alike their father- had a bit more of you in them. In their smile and eyes. Casey too.
“What the hell's going on here, you miss me that much you invaded the place, huh?” she asked though she could tell by all three of the boys looking worried and Casey sitting still that there was some reason to have been here.
“It looks like Casey broke her arm,” said Carter, brushing back his hair. “A simple Distal Radius fracture.”
“You got all that without a scan? Presby must be teaching you something,” she teased.
Carter blushed.
Dana cast her gaze to the quiet John and Noah. “Which one of you supposed to be looking after my girl here anyway?”
They both pointed at each other.
Dana shook her head and rolled her eyes before focusing ahead to Casey. “Okay, honey, you hungry? I keep a stash of candy in my draw, you want a piece?”
She nodded enthusaticaly.
“But she'll need surgery for her arm, she can't eat,” said Carter.
“Even I knew that,” added John.
“Yeah well the OR's a little backed up,” said Dana with a pat to Casey's knee. She stood up and drew the curtain around them, closing them in. “We had an accident and there's a long que.”
She didn't want to get in the specifics of crash that involved all the OR's time but Carter approached her.
“Anything I can do?” he asked.
Dana smiled. She had to say, it was good to see the kids that were made from her favourite attending and nurse. “No, kid. You stay here with your family, I'll handle everything.”
“What's with the curtain?” asked Noah.
“Are we grounded?”
“You're all a bit of a celebrity around here, the new residents and med students don't know you guys exist, heck they only realised your parents were married after Huckleberry caught them in the lounge.”
“Ew,” said John.
“Caught them what?” asked Casey, full of child like innocence.
The boys looked to Dana in amusement.
“Doing things adults shouldn't do at work,” she said.
Casey wasn't satisfied. “Like what?”
“You can ask them when they get here.”
“You're not gonna call them, are you?” asked John, adam's apple moving in his swallow.
“Have to kid, sorry! I'll get Princess to take you to X-ray, sound good?” she asked Casey, knowing Princess was her favourite (other than herself of course) because she was better at braiding than both her parents.
John fell into his seat, hunched over. In comfort, Carter clamped a hand on his shoulder.
Dana left the family, shaking her head and trying to hide her smile. She'd pushed you and Robby to go away, trusting that the three boys you held in such high esteem would handle looking over one small girl who really wasn't that much trouble.
She hated to be proved wrong.
Hated even more she had to interrupt the two of you after she'd had to watch the sultry looks passed between the two of you and stop the two of you from disappearing together into rare empty beds and store rooms.
Dana called you first, shaking her head while she did.
“Robby!”
He groaned into your neck, his arms caging in your head as he moved in and out of you with a rapid pace. Sweat covered both your bodies from the long-awaited sex he planned to drag out. “My god,” he groaned.
Your nails scratched down his back leaving angry welts in your place. He licked lazily at your neck, moaning and groaning at the taste.
The both of you were as loud as you liked, without kids barging in to say they couldn't find the remote or wanting to know what was for dinner. The cabin stood alone with only trees as its companion so you could be as loud as you liked.
He'd had you coming on his mouth and fingers- then once more for luck- before he finally found himself home in you and that was how it felt, coming home.
Your back arched into him as his hips met yours. “Michael... Michael...”
You could feel him grin into your neck. “Gonna come again? Come on my cock, jus how I like.”
Robby found your lips and kissed you openly, all teeth and tongue. His breathing was laboured, his lips a hungry mess. His hips drove in more and more, his groaning louder, face scrunched in concentration to last.
“Please, Michael, please,” you whined against his lips.
Robby licked at your lips, nodding-
Suddenly there was a loud ringing and vibration against the wood off the bedside table where you'd left your phone.
Robby groaned but not in pleasure. As his lips pulled away from yours you turned to look at your phone. “Ignore it, ignore it,” he begged, cupping your cheek to move you to look at him again.
You let him kiss you, let him distract you with his tongue as he drove his cock in and out quicker, desperate to chase your high.
“Oh god, hurgh, fuck!”
Your phone still rung and his grip hardened on your face.
“Could be... could be the kids...” you uttered.
“They're fine, they're fine-”
But you couldn't help but stretch, under the feign of pleasure you arched up and grabbed your phone, turning it face up.
“Jesus-” Robby grunted but stilled inside of you, impossibly close.
Hospital. Work. Calling.
“Jesus-” he chuckled dryly. “Hasn't even been a day.”
Before you could even think about answering it Robby snatched it from your hand and threw it half way across the room.
“Robby!” you laughed.
Your arms wrapped back around him and drew him in, legs going around his waist as his cock continued his work.
“Jack, thank god!” Dana gasped when she spotted the night attending making his way in. He greeted her with a bag already over his shoulder, giving her a brief hug.
“Hey, got your message, what's going on?” he asked, brows knitted together in worry.
It was a last ditch attempt. Dana had called you a handful of times from the hospital phone and her own. She'd tried Robby and been sent straight to voice mail. Nothing. She couldn't exactly blame the two of you, it was supposed to be a holiday.
None of the kids were willing to be the one to make the call and other than tackle them to get a phone Jack was the last result.
“Got a family situation, the parents won't pick up,” she explained.
“What kind of family-”
Dana led him into the exam room.
Casey was sitting in the bed, her arm up in a sling with a pizza box in her lap. Next to her Noah was cosied on the bed while John and Carter were on each side of the bed, chairs pulled him and pizza slices in hands.
“Uncle Jack!” Casey cheered.
The boys at least looked happier to see him than they had Dana. They knew if Jack was here it meant they couldn't get in contact with either you or their dead.
“What's this? A pizza party and I wasn't invited?” he said, setting down his bag and heading for Casey, checking in on her first.
“What's this? Where's the pizza come from?” asked Dana.
“They were hungry, I ordered,” said Carter.
“And surgery for her arm?”
Carter chocked down the last of his pizza. His doctors coat was still sat on his shoulders but his tie was lose around his neck and several pens were missing from his pocket. “The OR's backed up, you said that, you gave her a lollipop!”
Dana tried her best efforts to be mad on behalf of Robby but it didn't work. Robby could maybe be mad at the boys if he had the right too but Casey he could never seem find to be angry with. A daddy's girl through and through.
“Hey, Carter, how's Presby?” asked Jack, all the while testing the pain with Casey.
“Good, it's er, it's good,” he said. “I told them there was a family emergency.”
There was only one reason Carter had gone to Presby and that was to keep work and home away from each other. He couldn't be a student under his dad and mom.
“So you er-” Noah started. “Couldn't get through to mom or dad, huh?”
There was an un-denying gleam of joy at that.
“No, we couldn't,” said Dana. “But we're gonna keep trying.”
Carter crossed his arms over his chest as if he were the concerned doctor and not the worried older brother. “We need their permission for the surgery, what happens to her arm if it's not put right soon?”
“Well good news is I can pull weight in the OR, though we'll have to wait for the pizza to go down,” said Jack, taking a bite from the slice Casey held in hand. She laughed. “What colour we thinking? Pink? Red? Black?”
“Can I have three colours?” she asked.
Jack shrugged. “I'll put the request in.”
“Why aren't they answering? Maybe they're asleep?” said John.
Noah smirked. “Or maybe they're enjoying their free time.”
Jack shot him an unamused look.
“I meant playing games!” he defended.
“Like twister?” asked Casey.
Carter looked away, scratching the back of his head as Dana hid her smirk along with him.
“Yeah, twister.”
You'd managed to escape the clutch's of Robby, managing to throw his shirt on and get to the kitchen for a glass of water. Your legs had been shaky in the sort of delicious way you'd missed.
It was dark out, the small orange glow of the lights around the cabin lighting your way as you downed half your drink.
The wooden floor creaked behind you. The curve of Robby's belly met your back.
His hands wound under his shirt on your body, fondling your hips. “I thought the point of a get away was no clothes allowed.”
You bit your lip, gently setting down your glass of water. “And if I turn around are you going to be following that rule?”
Robby chuckled into your skin. His lips found your neck again, kissing over the bruises he'd left from before. It started slow, the sort that reminded you of your first time before his teeth met your skin and nipped. His hands got further up your skin, running over the curves of your body. “Why don't you look and find out?”
The idea of Robby in all his beauty had you salivating at the mouth and lower parts when a vibration alerted the two of you.
Robby groaned again, the both of you finding his phone left in his pants pocket crumpled on the floor.
It seemed you'd been in a hurry to get them off.
“The thing keeps going!”
Robby was naked, and it distracted you all through the walk to get his pants, fishing for his phone. Not that he cared, he only finished your glass of water.
Your hormones were going crazy, begging you to climb your husband like a tree but you still managed to answer the phone. “Michael's phone.”
“Jesus what's it take to get you to pick up a phone!” Dana said in a way of greeting.
“Oh, hi Dana, how are you? Sorry, we were... busy.”
“Yeah busy my ass, listen you guys need to come back.”
“Why, what's happening?”
Robby heard the worry in your voice and turned to look over his shoulder.
“Your kids are here, Casey's hurt.”
“So let me get this straight: You're letting Jack sign your cast first, then Carter, then John, then me!” gasped Noah.
The family had made themselves at home at in the small room, Casey in the bed like the queen of the castle though even queens needed sleep.
Carter was watching his sister come in and out of sleep while John stayed close to her side, stroking back her hair. They'd put her in the list for the OR, it was backed up enough that by the time she got in her eating wouldn't have been a problem. In three more hours he'd have to get back to Presby and carry on a shift. He should've used the time for napping but found the hospital chairs not so comfy.
Casey nodded, as if proud.
“It's John's fault and he gets to sign it before me!”
“He didn't steal my favourite crayons!” she said.
Jack raised his brows at Noah. “Crayons?”
Noah stuttered with all the eyes on him. “I was taking notes.”
“In crayons?” asked Jack.
“Colour helps you retain information! Look it up!”
There was a gang of laughter before the doors burst open.
Robby was first into the scene and you were close behind.
“Dad!” said Casey.
“Hey, sweetie,” he greeted, by-passing everyone else in the room to press a kiss to her forehead, keeping a hand on her fine arm. “What the hell happened?” he asked to the room.
John and Noah fell into your side, trying to be safe there away from the wrath of their father. “She- she was on the trampoline and she fell, broke her wrist.”
“Distal fracture,” corrected Carter.
“Why weren't you looking out for her?” Robby asked as he took Jack's stethoscope from around his neck, pressing it to her chest as if there could be something wrong and as if they hadn't already checked.
“I-I turned my back for a second,” said John.
“It's okay,” you said, stroking back John's air just a little.
You walked past the boys, greeting Carter quickly before you set on the edge of Casey's bed. Your daughter had your eyes. “Hey honey, how are you feeling?”
Robby gave her another kiss on the forehead before stepping away and letting Jack- the closest thing the kids had to an uncle- take his place. There was a small wave of his hand and the boys- even Carter- fell into step. “So tell me why not even five hours into the trip with your mother we're called back in because you let your sister get hurt?”
“He didn't let her get hurt, dad,” Noah defended. “It could've happened whether or not John was watching her.”
Robby's hands ran up and over his face, pulling at the lines of age and worry. Deep down he knew that was true and the boys knew he knew that. It didn't change that Casey had been hurt and ended up in the hospital. If it had been one of them- Carter, John or Noah- Robby and you would have drove with the same speed.
“Okay, okay,” Robby nodded. “And who let her have pizza when she's in line for the OR?”
John and Noah turned to Carter.
Robby frowned. “Are they teaching you anything at Presby?”
“Dana said the OR was backed up!”
“Don't drag me into this kid!” called Dana from the open door and over the crowd that had formed.
On second look Robby spotted Whitaker, Javadi, King and Santos at the door with Samira- all of who knew you and Robby well, knew you had a flirty thing going on yet had no idea the life you'd shared and continued to create behind the scene.
Next to them stood Langdon, the one holding the door open for them all to see. The one that did know and had even played a hand in Casey's birth.
“Holy shit,” said Whitaker.
“You have kids?” asked Javadi. “Like actual, real-life off springs?”
Carter frowned, looking from the crowd to you. “Why do they seem so surprised at that?”
You smiled, leaning your head on Casey's as she babbled about the accident and everyone she wanted to sign her cast (including barbie herself). “Well, we didn't really mention the whole kids part.”
“So nobody knew we existed?” asked Noah, offended. “What happened to pride and joy?”
“What happened to pain in my ass?” said Robby, lovingly. At least, Carter thought it came off that way. “Okay- yes, yes,” he said addressing the crowd. “We have kids, we didn't say anything because well frankly it was none of your buisness-”
“I knew I saw a younger Robby!” said Santos. Her phone was in hand and clicking with the sound of a picture of the room- specifically Carter-before anyone could stop her.
“It's not like I don't have my hands full with you lot already,” Robby mumbled, rubbing at his temples. “But yes, we have four beautiful children, anything else?”
There was a clear of a throat. Surprisingly not from the crowd of doctors but from behind him. From you.
“What?” asked Robby.
You gave him a pointed look.
He'd said four kids. Had he got it wrong? Somewhere along the lines it did get hard to keep track of them all. Who had exams when, who was in line to follow in their footsteps in practising medicine, who wanted a dog for christmas, etc.
Just in case, Robby did a head count, counting his kids off on his fingers: Casey, Noah, John, Carter. Casey, Noah-
It wasn't till he looked at you and saw your hand lingering over your stomach that he realised.
He thought back to the wine you'd declined at dinner last week, to the morning sickness you'd tried to hide from him, to the way you said there were things to talk about when you had a chance alone. After four, Robby should have been good at spotting the signs.
Five children it would appear.
“Congratulations, brother,” Jack was first to say, smiling in amusement that you'd caught your husband so off guard. Again.
John and Noah were next in clapping him on the back before attending to you in the same celebrations.
Robby took it all red in the cheeks as Santos started to clap behind him, Whitaker following un-sure a beat behind her.
“Jesus, dad, can you keep it in your pants for once,” joked Carter, standing at his full height next to him.
Robby shrugged, arms folding over his chest. “Takes two.”
Noah frowned. “Ew.”
Casey, the poor girl with the broken wrist, wasn't sure what was going on. “Takes two to what?”
The room fell silent. You pursed your lips, looking to Robby for some explanation.
Carter patted his dad on the back, slipping out of the room.
John smirked. “Yeah, dad, takes two to what?”
Robby glared. “Son, lets talk about your grounding.”
Thinking ab Brendon park again.. but ur giving birth to his baby and they’ve got your legs up and your laughing and smiling through the pain and when he finally asks why you’re smiling (in front of all the doctors and nurses he works with) you go
“I think this is the position that got us here”
The room falls silent for a brief moment, before a nurse lets out a shy laugh, followed by the laughter of the other nurses and doctors
Summary: When you originally auditioned for KQ, you got rejected, and went back to Australia and your older brother to lick your wounds. For a couple of years you tried to forget your dream and be happy with the humble life you built, but there was always something in you that longed for the stage and the lights. One day you got the call, and left to live your dream. But maybe this dream shouldn't have been chased?
Warning/content labels: 9th member, bullying, sexual harassment, alienation, xenophobia, suicide, regression trope, time travel, mentions of alcoholism, restrictive eating, extreme guilt and second chances, and grave formatting issues that I blame on Tumblr.
A/N: Once again, everyone say thank you to the wonderful @gooddaykate for indulging this idea even when she feared it might be too angsty! I wouldn't have dared to go with it if it wasn't for her.
As always, let me know if you want to be tagged in rest of this, either by comment or ask.
Enjoy!
Before You Go Masterlist Chapter 1
When you’d gotten the call, you’d almost passed out.
You’d auditioned for them nearly three years prior, back when they were still throwing around the idea of a co-ed group, but after they’d decided to go with all boys, you’d accepted that it just wasn’t meant to be.
But one call from them was enough to make you drop everything, use your hard-earned vacation days at your job at the little convenience store around the corner, hug your brother goodbye, and get on that plane again to chase your dream.
What they’d neglected to tell you when they offered you the chance to re-audition, and later offered you the 9th position of the group you were originally considered for, wasn’t that they were adding you into the already existing group, but that you were brought in as form of replacement for the member who was going on hiatus.
You’re not sure if you would have turned the offer down back then if you’d known, but it surely would have given you pause.
Even though the company insisted that you weren’t a replacement for Mingi and you were a way to keep things fresh, to then to bring a new element to the group when he returned, the rest of the members definitely saw you as one.
None of them had been happy to see you, and your welcome had been less than lukewarm, but like most idols, they had very little control of their circumstances and had to accept you as their 9th member.
Since then, life hadn’t been easy.
Not that you ever expected it to be, but you’d thought the pressures of the job would be outside ones, not coming from the people you were expected to spend every single day of your foreseeable future around.
Yunho was the one who hated you the most, and you can’t say you ever blamed him. Mingi was his best friend, the person he cared about the most in the group, and for you to come in when he was having the hardest time of his life, was just a slap in the face.
He barely ever spoke to you unless it was to correct you during dance practices or if he had to in front of a camera or on stage, but after Mingi came back it was somehow even less, practically ignoring you whenever you were around.
Hongjoong took his anger and disappointment in the company out on you in many ways but mostly in the recording booth since that’s where he reigned. He was critical of your abilities from the start, not putting in more effort than he needed to keep the albums coming out and assure none of the rest of them had to pick up your slack.
You’d once offered to help with the English translations, and got your head bitten off because they were more than capable on their own without you acting superior.
Seonghwa’s rejection was softer than the captain’s, but that almost made it hurt more. The times he spoke to you, his voice was soft and careful as if he was worried someone might hear him, and he always sent you a sad kind of smile when he would put food on the others’ plates but not yours during meals, as if apologizing for going along with it but never actually standing up for you.
Mingi, no surprise, hated you from the start. You’d heard from one of the managers when they didn’t think you were listening, that he’d almost quit the group when he heard about the decision to bring you in, fully convinced that he was being replaced with no one having the gut to tell him to his face. When he came back from his hiatus, he went straight into ignoring you. He never said your name, never spoke to you, never even looked at you unless he was forced to.
San and Wooyoung protected their friends fiercely, with San being the one who treated you coolly, while Wooyoung was the cruel one. He always said the quiet things out loud whether you were around to hear them or not, and he wasn’t shy about looking you in the eyes when he told you what everyone was thinking.
Yeosang and Jongho were probably the ones who treated you the best of the group.
Jongho never outwardly made a show of hating you, staying pretty neutral with how he spoke to you when you practiced together.
Yeosang usually acted like having you in the group was nothing strange, actually smiling and chuckling the rare times you got comfortable enough to crack jokes, and was certainly the softest one among them, even lending you his winter jacket on a night shoot that stretched long enough for you two to be the only ones left filming. Most of the time though, Wooyoung would make sure he didn’t spend too much time with you, always pulling him away as if he was protecting his sweet friend from being corrupted by you.
Of course, Atiny weren’t happy with you from the start, and it didn’t get better the longer you stuck around and the more obvious the chill of the other guys got. Concerts and tours were filled with signs and hashtags of OT8. Your social media flooded with hate and wishes of harm towards you. Video compilations online of the boys clearly disliking you trended constantly, and at fansigns and meetings you were always sat at the end of the table with very few people actually stopping to speak with you.
At first you brought this up to the managers and bosses, but you always got the pitying looks and weak assurances that the public’s attitude would fade if you just ignored it and stuck it out, so eventually you stopped bringing it up.
The one time you’d tried talking to Hongjoong about it had ended in a lecture about how they all got hate sometimes and to get over it, that it’s part of the idol life and it’s what you signed up for.
It was an incredibly lonely couple of years.
Your brother only caught some of the damage all the way back in Australia, and you tried your best to not make him worry even on the days were you wanted nothing more than to say fuck it and go back to him and your life pre-Ateez.
You’d actually brought up quitting to the company once, but you were informed that breaking the contract you’d signed would cost you more than selling your late parents’ house four times over, and so you were forced to stay.
Forced to stay in a group that hated your guts. Forced to smile into crowds of people who wanted nothing more than for you to drop dead. Forced to starve yourself to fit the beauty standards in an industry that did nothing to protect you. Forced to dance in heels until your feet bled because you were denied the shoes the guys got to wear. Forced to take the brunt of the questions in english-speaking interviews and then criticized for stealing the spot-light and not letting the others speak.
Forced to take the harassment of men who followed you home from practice and stalked your every move in a way the guys didn’t experience.
This last one was the thing that set off everything that followed after it.
Arriving back in Korea in the middle of December after the end of the last world tour was hard on everyone. The plane schedule had been leaked, and there were a lot more people than usual, security pressing up against all of you trying to keep you safe from the people rushing you.
A crack in the wall of security around you and you were pulled from the safety, the large hand on your arm clamping down hard enough to leave a nasty bruise as you screamed.
At first no one heard you over the crowd and you had to fight with all you had to get away, being shoved to the ground and stepped on by fans before someone finally noticed you missing and pulled you back to safety.
The rest of the guys had been ushered ahead, and it was clear no one told them what happened. And so you sat in your seat on the way from airport, rattled and shaking and quietly crying, Yeosang the only one caring enough to hold your hand even though he didn’t know why you were being so emotional.
It wasn’t until you had arrived home that Hongjoong broke the silence, leaving you forced to listen to him berating you for freaking out about a little crowd, your own words not leaving your mouth no matter how much you tried to force them.
You could feel yourself dying inside as he spewed his venom at you, letting all his frustrations and exhaustions from the tour out, until the words that settled your fate left him.
“Maybe they’re right, maybe would be better off without you.”
You didn’t cry as they all stared at you.
The chaos at the airport used up all your tears, and it wasn't like Hongjoong was wrong. They would be better off without you. Their life would be nice and calm and peaceful without you there to ruin everything. They deserved it.
You nodded, grabbed your phone and slipped back into your shoes, only to stop in the door when Seonghwa softly asked you if you weren't going to bring a jacket. You didn’t spare him a glance as you blindly reached for one on a hanger, and no one said a word as you let the door close behind you.
The car dropped you off at a coffee shop, far enough from Mapo Bridge to avoid suspicion and let you have the conversation you needed to have.
The jacket that you’d realized belonged to Yunho, was in your hand and not on your body. The air was freezing but you welcomed the numbness of your skin. It matched your insides.
Chris picked up on the third ring, sounding like he’d been sleeping and for a moment you felt bad for disturbing him.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked as a greeting and only then did you remember it was the middle of the night.
“Yeah, I’m good.” You lied as you started your walk towards the bridge. “Just landed back in Korea so just wanted to call and let you know.”
“Oh right, the tour’s over now. How do you feel?”
You took a short breath, the question was knocking on the door of your emotions, begging for a response.
“Like I need some rest.” You gave a tired chuckle as the exhaustion that had settled in your bones weighed you down. “Just sleep for a really long time.”
“Well, you deserve it.” Chris yawned, and the softness in his voice did its best to make you cry. “You’ve got some time off before you start back up right? Maybe we should check with the company and see if you can come visit? Let your older brother take care of you for a bit?”
You missed his hugs so much and it pained you to know that you’d never experience them again.
“I’d like that.” You said, an icy gust of wind running right through you.
“Where are you? Sounds windy as fuck.”
“Airport’s noisy.” You deflected. You didn’t need him to worry. “Listen, I’ve got to go so go back to sleep and remember that I love you no matter what, okay?”
“I love you too, kiddo.” Chris chuckled and you thought you heard him lay back down in his bed, and you wanted so desperately to crawl in there with him like you used to do after your parents died. “Felix said hi by the way.”
“Tell him I love him too. Goodbye, Chris.”
“Goodnight, kiddo.”
You didn’t necessarily feel better when you hung up, but you felt finished, like you’d done the one thing that mattered in that moment.
The railing lit up when you steadied yourself against it to toe your sneakers off, and made sure to place Yunho’s jacket next to them so someone could give it back to him. You hadn’t meant to steal it. You put your phone in your back pocket as you climbed over the railing, the weight of it fooled you into thinking you carried Chris with you until the end.
The railing behind you displayed an inspirational message that would have been wasted on you even if you'd seen it. The water was dark and no doubt freezing below you. You whispered an apology to the wind and let yourself fall. The drowning would be hard but at least you’d finally be allowed to rest.
They’d all settled in for the night, save for Hongjoong and Seonghwa.
Hongjoong because he felt bad about you leaving the way you did, and Seonghwa because he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he knew you were safe.
They shouldn’t have let you walk out that door but they were all exhausted, and as harsh as Hongjoong’s words had been, none of them could say that they hadn’t thought them before.
Even with Mingi going on hiatus, things would have been easier if you hadn’t been added to the group. It’s not that they hated you, the addition just changed so much of how they’d done things up until that point, and it had been a distraction they didn’t need.
At first they’d been angry at the company and frankly, at you even though you’d just wanted a shot to live your dream, just like the rest of them. They’d more or less told you to your face that they didn’t accept you, and that you weren’t welcome in their family. And even though their anger had faded over the years, the exhaustion had remained and it had been difficult to separate you from it when your presence was at the center of all the tension.
Yunho and Wooyoung had been the hardest to wrangle into not making things worse, but even years later, their dislike for you had been very clear.
Seonghwa tried to call you again, just wanted to hear your voice and know that you’d made it to the company or a hotel for the night, even if he would have preferred you at home. Though he supposed you’d probably never thought of this place as your home.
Hongjoong was pacing the length of the kitchen, muttering something about you not even having the decency not to make people worry, and even though Seonghwa wanted to defend you, he knew it wouldn’t do anyone any good in that moment so he just tried to call again.
“She’s probably at the company, sleeping in the studio or something.” Hongjoong told him with a massive sigh, what was left of his emotions leaving his body with it. “Everything will be fine tomorrow. Just get some sleep.”
Seonghwa tried but try as he might he only managed to get a couple of hours of rest. You’d never just walked away from them before, and certainly never not checked in after those many missed calls.
The image of you grabbing Yunho’s jacket after he'd asked you, was running on a loop in his head, he couldn’t figure out why it seemed so significant, and he was still thinking about it when he woke up the next morning.
The meeting room was solemn when they arrived, one by one filing into the space and taking their seats, having been told nothing about what the meeting was about, only that they all needed to be there.
The director looked pale at the head of the table and some of the staff appeared to have been crying, and it spread a feeling of dread among the boys as they noted your absence.
“Don’t we usually have all nine here for meetings?” Seonghwa asked, and his stomach turned in anxiety at the sight of your manager breaking down crying and quickly excusing himself from the room.
It didn't seem real.
It couldn’t be.
You hadn’t gone to a hotel or the company last night. You’d gone to Mapo Bridge, cold and alone, and you’d jumped. No one could get to you fast enough to pull you back, nor bring you back once they’d gotten you out of the water.
You were gone.
The person they’d lived and worked beside for almost three years was gone, and they had all been sleeping when it happened.
The director cleared his throat as he explained that your brother had been contacted and that he was flying out tomorrow to bring you and your belongings home.
The funeral would be held in Australia, but the company would be holding a small ceremony in your memory and the members were expected to attend with no exceptions. Until then all activities were put on hold and counselors would be made available to them, while the company dealt with everything else.
Some of them were silently crying when the meeting concluded, while the others were just empty as they stared out into nothing, trying to grasp the reality of it.
In the coming days there would be photos and videos leaked of you on the bridge by one of your many stalkers. Within 24 hours, you'd been trending. There were video compilations of your teary eyes in interview, s and you all alone at fansigns while the others received love. You collapsing backstage when you thought no one was watching. Zoomed in pictures after performances of your feet bleeding in the heels no one should have put you in.
They all watched them, the guilt eating them alive and yet no one spoke to anyone about it. They did that. They didn’t protect you. They had pushed you to do the unthinkable.
Your brother informed them of that when he came to collect your belongings. He screamed and he cried, cursed them for destroying you, for taking his only family away from him. They tried to apologize but the man would not hear it, much less accept it. He even punched Hongjoong when he tried to take responsibility as your captain.
The dorm was silent after he left, and it was never the same after it.
The ceremony for you was beautiful but they all felt like murderers standing there, silently begging for forgiveness they knew they didn’t deserve. They were not invited to the funeral, and they knew they didn’t deserve to go. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to be denied a final goodbye.
Yunho’s jacket had been returned to him and he could not stop staring at it. He knew it was the last thing you had touched before you were lost, a cruel reminder of how awful he’d been to you, and yet he couldn't get rid of it. He deserved to be reminded.
The first performance after your death was awful. They'd made it about halfway through a song before they saw a 8 Makes 1 Team-banner in the audience, and they were fighting to keep the tears and the bile that rose in their throats back the entire way through.
What had once been a perfect configuration of artists was now lacking. Imperfect. A disaster.
They weren't a team without you, they grimly realized as they were sitting on the bus heading home from the venue.
If only they could go back, they thought as they all sat in silence, watching the heavy rain batter the windows of the bus. Go back and do the right thing.
One chance to set things right. One way to bring back the light.
- ᥫ᭡ bf!jungkook talking to pregnant!fem!readers belly before bed
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it had become a bit of a routine lately.
every night when you and your boyfriend laid down for bed, he would scoot down, peal up your shirt, and talk to your belly for what felt like hours. but you never minded though, because you thought it was one of the most precious moments to ever witness.
“mwahh”, jungkook placed kisses against your skin. “are you enjoying daddy’s kisses? mhm?” he hummed, pressing his hand to your belly. and suddenly, a strong kick came from your baby girl who laid nestled in your womb.
“Oh!” you giggle, a bit startled from the kick. “that was a strong one”. “I know, you must be feeling active tonight huh? you hyper tonight, princess?” jungkook asked, placing more kisses on your skin—causing you to giggle from the ticklish feeling.
to put it simply, he loved talking your belly. it didn’t matter what time of day, he always found a way to do so. he would talk to your little girl about the most random things, ask her questions even though he knew he wouldn’t get much of a response in return. he had talked to her so much over the last few months that now she even recognizes his voice, kicking with enthusiasm hearing it. 
“we can’t wait till you get here, little one. just a few more months and you’ll be here” jungkook cooed. you groan. “and I already feel like I’m about to pop. I feel like she’s starting to kick and move around more the closer my due date gets”.
“she’s just getting antsy. but you gotta stop giving your mama a hard time in there, missy. she’s not a soccer field, okay?” jungkook says, his voice soft but stern. you giggle at your his words “thank you, koo. I think that helped, she stopped kicking”. “good, didn’t want you having a hard time sleeping tonight. want some rubs?” you nod quickly “yes please, I love your rubs”
“okay, baby” jungkook chuckles, starting to rub your swollen belly in soothing patterns. you sigh with content, his hand feeling amazing against your stretched out skin. you had grown quite uncomfortable the last few days, so this was doing wonders for the small aches and pains.
“so beautiful like this”, jungkook praised you softly, pressing kisses to your belly from time to time—not able to stop it. “you’ve been doing so well, mama. carrying our little girl all this time. so strong for me”.
you huff, already feeling your eyes growing glossy from your damned pregnancy hormones. “if your trying to make me cry it really doesn’t take much”. Jungkook laughs, his smile bright. “m’sorry, sweetheart, don’t like seeing you cry. just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you, you’ve been handling this so well. such a good mama”.
“stoppp”, you whine, covering your face before tears could fall. “Okay okay I’ll stop I’m sorry”, your boyfriend chuckles. “don’t cry, my love” “too late”, you laugh through your tears, jungkook joining you as he brought you into his arms.
- the end <3
A/n - DOUBLE POST WOOHOOO !! after seeing that one video of jungkooks reaction to seeing a pregnant army at the Vegas concert I had to write this lmao
Summary: Jack and Nova’s connection continues to grow, and he finds that he enjoys being Nova’s “Dada.” Meanwhile, you both try to navigate the mutual attraction that you have to each other without complicating things.
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Chapter III: Goldfish and Gummy Bears
“Okay, let’s try this again, Nova. His name is Jack. J-ack. Say it with me.”
“Dada.”
“Nope, Jack.”
“Dada.”
You and Nova both give each other blank stares as you continue trying to get her to stop calling Jack “Dada.” It’s pretty clear from the stubborn frown on her face that she won’t be changing the name anytime soon. You hold up a picture of Jack from last week when you, Jack, and Nova all went out to dinner together. Nova grabbed your phone from the table, turned the camera to face herself and Jack, and snapped a million pictures. Some blurry, but some not bad at all.
It always amazed you just how smart your little girl is at her small age.
You point at the picture, “This is Jack, Nova.”
Nova looks at the picture of Jack and then you before settling her gaze back on the picture. She smiles widely at the picture while making eye contact with you, “Dada, mama.”
You sigh before realizing that you won’t be getting anywhere with this conversation. Nova had permanently solidified Jack as “Dada” in the lexicon of her mind.
You peer at Nova, who gives you a toothy grin. You scoop her up in your arms and stand planting kisses all over her face, “You think you’re slick? My smart, pretty girl.”
Nova giggles loudly as she wriggles in your arms. You finally stop tickling her as she settles herself in your arms. She stares at you for a few seconds before puckering her lips.
You laugh as the little “mmm” leaves her lips. You peck Nova’s lips, to which she giggles even more, “Love you, mama.”
“Aww, I love you too, lovebug. How about we go to the park today and have a picnic?”
Nova squeals and claps her hands, “Yay!! Picnic!”
“Sounds good. Mommy’s gonna go pack the snack bag, you go make sure that Bun Bun is ready to go, okay?”
“Otay, mommy!”
Nova walks off to go collect Bun Bun from her room, while you move throughout the kitchen to start making the sandwiches.
It doesn’t take Nova long to come back with Bun Bun. She comes into the kitchen to stand by you, “Bun Bun ready, mama.”
“Good job, lovebug. Do you want goldfish and gummy bears today?” You ask.
Nova nods her head excitedly before taking Bun Bun out of the kitchen with her. She looks at your phone sitting on the couch and whispers “Dada” to herself. If she’s going to the park, surely Dada should be going too.
Nova casually walks over to pick up your phone and taps her fingers for your passcode. She’d been watching you each time that you put that code in, so it was practically ingrained in her mind.
She slides over to the phone app and presses Jack’s contact. She only knows that it’s him by the contact photo that you had for him.
Nova presses the phone to her ear as she waits for Jack to pick up.
Inside his house, Jack sees his phone light up with your name and contact photo. It’s a picture of you and Nova smiling. He can’t control the flutters that radiate through his chest at the sight of the picture, but also the fact that you’re calling.
Every time you call, Jack gets that feeling in his chest. He’s excited to hear yours and Nova’s voices radiating through the line. He enjoys hearing Nova tell him all about what she colored at daycare or hearing you talk about new pieces that you got at the museum.
He’s down bad, and he isn’t sure what to make of it all.
He clicks the answer button as he puts the phone up to his ear, “Hello?”
There’s a quick sound of rustling before Nova’s voice comes through the line, “Hi Dada.”
Jack softens at the sweet sound of her voice. He’s practically mush whenever the little girl calls him now. “Hi, sweet girl. How are you?”
“M’good. Dada good?”
“Yeah, honey, Dada is good, especially since you called. I missed hearing your voice.” He doesn’t even recognize that he’s used the nickname.
Nova giggles, “Miss you too, Dada.”
She pauses for a few seconds, but Jack doesn’t rush her. He waits patiently, just as he always does for his Nova darling to talk.
“Dada, me and mama go to the park. Dada come?”
Jack feels the warm tears stinging in his eyes, but he has to will them not to fall. Nova wants him to come to the park with you guys. It fully brings the moment in for him that he hasn’t really lived life outside of the Pitt.
“Nova, who are you talking to, lovebug?”
“Dada,” Nova answers, excitedly.
“Oh, can I talk to him really quickly?” You ask, keeping your tone gentle.
“Otay, mama.”
“Thank you so much, lovebug,” You respond, and Jack hears you kiss Nova, to which she giggles.
You hold the phone up to your ear, “Hi, Jack.”
The funny fluttery feeling is back in Jack’s chest and stomach. “Hi, sweetheart, how are you?”
“I’m good! I’m sorry about Nova calling. You must be busy, and she’s gotten to that stage where she knows the passcode to my phone.”
You’re rambling, but Jack only chuckles softly. “It’s fine, honey. Nova can call me anytime that she likes. The same goes to you.” He pauses for a second, “So..uh…she mentioned that you guys were going to the park?”
“Yeah, I figured that since it’s a beautiful day. Nova would enjoy some fresh air.” You look down at Nova and then the phone before the pieces fall into place, “That’s why she called. Did Nova ask you to come with us today?”
Jack scratches the back of his neck, “Uhh..yeah, but if you want it to just be you, girls. I definitely get that.”
“No! I’d love to have you there…plus, I think Nova’s kind of expecting it at this point.”
“Great. I’ll meet you both there. Is there anything you need me to bring?” Jack asks.
“Nope. Just yourself,” You reply, and it’s quite clear that there’s a smile on your face.
Nova tugs on your jeans and points at the phone. You laugh softly, “Nova wants to talk to you.” You reach down to give her the phone, which she presses to her little face.
“Dada, come to the park?” She asks, rocking from side to side.
Jack’s heart clenches in his chest, “Yeah, sweet girl, I’ll be there.”
“Yayyy!” Nova squeals as she begins babbling into the phone, more than likely telling Jack all of her plans for the park. He hums and listens carefully, while asking follow-up questions.
“Okay, Nova, we’re about to head out. Tell Da–I meant Jack bye-bye for now.” Jack doesn’t miss your slip-up, and he smirks at the mistake.
“Bye, Dada,” Nova said into the phone.
“Bye, sweet girl. I’ll see you in a bit,” Jack replies. Nova lets out a quick mhmm as the line goes dead. She hands the phone back to you as she goes to grab Bun Bun.
You grab the picnic basket, along with a blanket, before opening the door for Nova. She walks out in front of you before you both head to the elevator. Inside, Nova sings to herself while talking to Bun Bun.
“Mama, Dada, Nova, and Bun Bun go to the park. Dada loves Nova. Dada loves mama,” she said, smiling at Bun Bun.
It makes your heart clench when you hear her words. You start to wonder if she’s getting to that point of wanting a father figure in her life. So far, it’d only been you and her. You often wondered what it would’ve been like if Nova’s father had stuck around, but you refused to let your baby be confused because of his own inconsistency.
You like Jack…a lot. He’d been nothing but sweet to you and Nova since you first met him. Even outside of Nova, he’d text you throughout the day to see how you were doing.
After Nova went to sleep, he’d call you, and you would talk for hours while he was on shift. Even when you’d fall asleep, Jack would wait for a while, just listening to the sound of you breathing, before he was on his next case.
The lines are starting to become murky, and it worries you. You know that Nova’s grown attached to Jack, and selfishly, you have to admit that you’ve grown attached to him too.
It was clear to you that you and Jack needed to define the terms of your friendship…relationship, or whatever it was. For Nova’s sake.
Because the last thing you wanted was for her to end up hurt.
At the park, you and Nova wait until you see Jack’s truck pulling up. He parks in the space beside you before rounding the car to greet you and Nova.
Nova is a ball of energy as she sees Jack. “Dada,” she yells, her little legs running towards Jack.
He smiles widely and bends down to wait for Nova to crash into his arms. When she makes it, he scoops her up and holds her tight to his chest. Nova squeezes him equally as tight.
“Miss you, Dada,” she whispers in his ear.
“I missed you, too, Nova,” Jack whispers back.
You almost faint at the sheer cuteness radiating from Jack and Nova. Jack walks over to you with Nova still in his arms, and you have to admit that she kind of looks like she could be his daughter.
Nova looks like she’s completely comfortable and at home in Jack’s arms.
“Hey,” Jack said as he stood in front of you. Almost naturally, he pulls you into a hug, and you can’t help how much you like having his body pressed against yours.
Subtly, Jack catches a whiff of your perfume and melts. He likes the way that your body perfectly meshes with his. He doesn’t realize how long he’s hugging you until Nova throws her arms around you both.
You laugh at the feel of Nova patting your back and pull back from the hug. You look at Jack, “Thanks for coming. I packed a few sandwiches and snacks for us.”
“S’no problem. Thank you for inviting me. Hanging out with you and Nova is typically the highlight of my day,” Jack states.
You smile, “We like spending time with you too. But we gotta get you some more hobbies, Dr. Abbot. Work cannot be your only fun thing.”
Before he can comment, Nova starts pointing at the playground set at the park. Jack sets her on the ground just as she’s about to run towards the playground. She stops to turn to you and Jack, “Mama, Dada. Come play.”
“Okay, lovebug,” You said, walking behind her. You choose to leave the sandwiches and snacks in the car in the cooler while you and Nova play. Nova takes Jack’s and your hands to walk closer to the playground.
“Slide, Dada,” Nova said.
“Okay, sweet girl, let’s do it,” Jack replies. He helps her with climbing the slide stairs, and when she gets to the top, he’s very adamantly standing at the bottom. Nova lets out a range of giggles as she moves down the slide and into Jack’s arms. She goes back around the back for her and Jack to repeat the process. Her little laugh tugs at the strings of Jack’s heart. It also moves him with how much she wants him involved in her playtime.
You take a few videos of Nova sliding down the slide.
“Mama, monkey bars,” Nova said. The three of you walk to the monkey bars, and it’s clear that Nova’s a little too short for the monkey bars. You pick her up in your arms and lift her to the bars. “Okay, bug, you gotta make your way to the other side. I’m gonna be right here to hold you up.”
Nova reaches for each of the bars as you continue holding her. You smile at the determined look on her face, and Jack moves to the end where she can see him. When she makes it to the last bar, Jack is there to help her down. She claps happily, “Dada, I climbed all the way!”
Jack holds his hand out for a high-five, to which Nova obliges, “I saw you, sweetheart! You’re so strong!” He tickles her sides, which causes Nova to let out a range of giggles.
You, Nova, and Jack go to a few of the other playground toys, and Nova insists that you and Jack play with her at all times. There isn’t a moment when the smile leaves her small face. At the end of swinging, she turns to you, “Mama, hungry.”
“Okay, let’s go get the food.”
You, Nova, and Jack all venture back to your car to grab the cooler containing the food. You grab the spare bag that has art materials in it. Without asking, Jack grabs both bags from your hand and even scoops Nova up. Heat floods through your lower belly at seeing him in this domestic role and just how strong he is.
Jack catches the heated look that you throw his way and smirks. It’s nice for him to see that he’s not the only one being affected by all of this. Soon, you find a suitable spot in the grass that’s under a shady tree and lay the blanket out.
You, Nova, and Jack all sit down. Nova makes it clear that she wants to sit between you and Jack. She places Bun Bun next to her. You open the cooler and pass her one of the sandwiches, along with a pack of Goldfish. You pass Jack the other sandwich just as your fingers brush against each other’s. You both hold eye contact until you look down with a slight smile.
Nova takes a few of the Goldfish in her hand and offers them to Jack, “Here, Dada.”
Jack has found out fairly quickly that he can’t tell Nova ‘no,’ so he gladly takes the Goldfish from her hands, “Thank you so much, sweetheart.”
Nova takes a Goldfish in her hand and holds it up to your mouth, “Eat, mama.”
“Why, thank you, lovebug. I was so hungry,” You said, accepting the goldfish. You and Jack watch as Nova offers Goldfish to Bun Bun. She moves the stuffed rabbit closer to her ear before nodding, “Mama, Bun Bun no hungry.”
“Okay, baby, we’ll feed him later on if he gets hungry.”
The meal continues peacefully with Nova continuing to supply you and Jack with Goldfish. You open the pack of gummy bears as the three of you eat them together. After you’re finished, you wipe Nova’s hands and take out the canvases that you brought.
You look in Jack’s direction, “Do you want to paint with us?”
Jack scratches the back of his neck, “Um..I don’t know, sweetheart. I don’t have a creative bone in my body.”
You chuckle, “That’s fine. It’s not about creating a masterpiece. It’s about expressing yourself creatively. I always paint with Nova because I want her to have that outlet. Most of the time, it’s just her getting paint all over herself, but as long as she’s having fun, that’s all that matters to me.”
Jack looks down at the canvas and paint before looking back at you, “Sure, I’ll give it a shot.”
You grace him with another one of those beautiful smiles that makes his heart beat faster.
You give him and Nova a little palette to put their paints in before taking out the brushes. You take out little cups and pour water into each one.
“What are you going to paint, lovebug?” You ask Nova.
“Surprise, mommy,” She responds, which makes you and Jack laugh.
“Okay then, Ms. girl, I guess I’ll just wait and see.”
You dip your brush in the paint and start applying gentle strokes to the canvas. Jack watches the peaceful routine that you and Nova fall into, focusing on your respective canvases. He looks at his own canvas in confusion until you look up and smile at him. “Remember, it’s not about perfection. Just express yourself. Whatever the canvas is telling you, even if it means just drawing a line.”
He nods before dipping his brush in green and running it across the canvas. Truly, he has no clue what he’s doing, but he just allows himself to be. It’s nice to be out in nature with you and Nova without the hustle and bustle of the ED.
Nova hums happily to herself while she keeps her painting from your view. She peers up at you and Jack before looking down at her own painting. She sticks her tongue to the side to show that she’s concentrating on her painting. Jack chuckles lowly at how serious she is. Twenty minutes pass in tranquility before Nova looks at you and Jack with a wide grin.
“Mama! Dada! Look!” She states, turning the picture to face you and Jack.
In the picture, it’s a house with three stick figures standing outside. Nova points at the stick figures, “Us!”
You glance over at Jack, who’s already staring at you. He looks back at Nova, “It’s amazing, Nova. I love it.”
You smile softly, “Yeah, lovebug, you’re so talented! Mommy’s gonna hang it up at home, okay?”
“Otay, mama!”
Nova takes the opportunity to stand up and walks over to sit closer to Jack. She gives Jack a look before climbing to sit in his lap. She looks down at Jack’s blob of a painting before covering her mouth to giggle. You look over at the painting yourself and stifle a giggle.
Jack laughs before holding up the canvas, “What? You guys don’t think this belongs in the Louvre?”
“No..it’s abstract. I’d definitely put it by the Mona Lisa,” You said, finally laughing.
Jack turns to Nova, “How about you help me to make it prettier, babygirl?”
“Otay, Dada,” Nova responds before picking up a paintbrush. She looks to Jack for his permission, and he nods as she begins painting what looks like a flower. Jack and Nova begin their own conversation, with Jack helping Nova to paint and complimenting her.
“That looks good. I think the only thing we’re missing now is a handprint,” Jack said to Nova.
They both look to you for permission as you nod. You grab a spare plate from your bag and pour yellow paint into it. You dip Nova’s hand into the paint as she giggles at the cool feeling of the paint. She presses her small palm into the paint before removing it.
“You, Dada,” Nova said, pointing at the blank spot for Jack’s hand.
Jack dips his hand and presses it next to the spot where Nova’s handprint is. Nova turns to look at you, “Now, you mama.”
“We have to check with Jack if he wants my handprint on there,” You said before turning your gaze to Jack.
He smiles at you, “Painting wouldn’t feel complete without your hand there, sweetheart.”
You chuckle before dipping your hand in the paint and pressing it on the other side of Nova’s handprint. Jack looks at you and Nova, “There. Now it’s perfect.”
You reach over to grab the wipes to wipe your hand first. Nova moves to stand, but accidentally presses her hand with the paint on Jack’s shirt. She gasps, and you watch as she begins to poke her lip out. Tears start filling her eyes, “M’sorry, Dada.”
Jack’s expression softens, “Hey, sweetie, it’s okay. I’m not mad. It’s an accident. Watch this.”
Jack takes his hand and presses it into his shirt, “See, look, I made a mess too. It’s okay, babygirl.” He uses his other hand to wipe at her face before giving her a warm smile. Nova instantly brightens up and throws her arms around Jack’s frame. He squeezes her back while you watch the display.
You mouth a silent ‘thank you’ to Jack. Nova gives you her hand to wipe off, and without thinking, you take Jack’s hand to wipe too. He stares at the look of concentration on your face and how careful you’re being with him. When you look up again, you catch Jack’s stare. From how close you are, you’re able to see all of the freckles present in his face and catch the hints of green in his hazel eyes.
Jack’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and he thinks to himself how much he wants to kiss you.
Subtly, you both start leaning into each other before you’re interrupted by Nova yawning. You look down at her, “Hey, Nova, you getting sleepy?”
“Mhmm, mommy,” She replies, rubbing at her eyes.
“Alright, let’s get this all cleaned up, and we’ll head home.”
You’re about to reach for her when Jack stops you, “I can hold her for you.”
You give him a grateful smile while gathering up all the supplies. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jack talking with Nova while she curls up to his chest. He takes Bun Bun in his hand and starts doing a voice while waving him around. Nova giggles.
Once you’re done gathering up all the supplies, you look over to find Nova sleeping in Jack’s arms. Her chubby cheeks are pressed against his shoulder, and she looks at peace with Jack. Jack runs a soothing hand down her back while rocking her gently in his hold.
“She really likes you,” You state.
“Yeah, I really like her too. I mean, I like spending time with both of you,” Jack responds. He moves to stand, and you stick your hand out to help him up. You can tell that he’s being intentional with making sure that Nova isn’t being moved too much. He settles her in his arms, and he feels comforted by her tiny breaths that go across his neck.
For a second, Nova stirs, and Jack gently shushes her back to sleep while rocking her.
You fold the blanket before sticking it in your bag. You and Jack walk back to your cars, but it’s clear that neither of you is ready for this to end. As you open your car door, Jack gently places Nova into her car seat while strapping her in. He places Bun Bun under her arm.
As he stands, you both stand in front of each other. You look nervous for a second before biting your lip softly. Jack thinks to himself how much he’d like to be the one biting your lip.
“Do you want to come over? To talk or hang out?” You ask before you cringe. “I mean, you’re probably busy. You’ve been with us all day. I don’t want to take you away from any plans that you may have.”
Jack quickly shakes his head, “Sweetheart, I’d love to come over. I told you I was a boring old man, so I’m free.” You both chuckle as you move to your door. Jack opens the car door, “I’ll follow behind you.”
Back at your apartment, Jack follows behind you and Nova, who is still asleep. You open the door and guide Jack inside. He takes in your apartment and admits to himself that he loves how comfy your apartment feels. He had decorated his own house, but it’s still missing that quality of feeling like home.
You turn to face him, “Make yourself at home. I’m gonna go take Nova a little bath and get her settled.”
Jack nods and takes a seat on the couch. He looks around the living room and spots multiple pictures of you and Nova that adorn the walls. He stands to take a closer look. There’s one of you pregnant with Nova. Your belly rounded as you cradle the bump with a soft smile on your face. There’s one of you at your baby shower with mountains of gifts beside you. His expression softens when he gets to the picture of you from when you delivered Nova.
A freshly born Nova is lying on your chest with a head full of hair as you look down at her with tears in your eyes.
“I was really nervous when my water broke that day. I think it finally hit me that I was actually about to be a mom,” You said from behind Jack. He turns to look at you as you step closer until you’re standing side by side.
“As soon as they laid her on my chest and she looked at me, it all clicked, you know? Like it all made sense, and I suddenly couldn’t imagine a world without her in it.”
Jack keeps his gaze on you, “You’re an amazing mom. I see parents day in and day out, and trust me when I say, you’re doing amazing.”
“Thank you, Jack.”
“Would you like a drink? I have a bottle of wine,” You suggest.
“Yeah, I’ll take a glass,” He replies, following behind you into the kitchen.
He glances at the fridge, which is filled with magnets and pictures drawn by Nova. He sits at the counter while you open the bottle. You pour two glasses for yourself and Jack. He takes a sip from his as he continues watching you. You set your glass on the counter while leaning forward.
“We should talk. About Nova. About this.” You gesture between the two of you.
Jack nods. A look crosses your face before you speak, “I like you, Jack. I like spending time with you, and I know that Nova enjoys it as well. Obviously, it’s kind of complicated, especially with her calling you ‘Dada.’ I just don’t want to mix things up for her or complicate anything. I’m really curious to know what your intentions are or what you think of all of this.”
Jack takes in your words. He understands where you’re coming from. You’re a single mother just trying to protect your baby from getting hurt.
He leans forward and grabs your hand in his, “Sweetheart, I wasn’t lying when I said that spending time with you and Nova is the highlight of my week. I mean, my day gets better when I get a call from either of you. I have grown attached to Nova….but I also really like you, sweetheart. You’re smart. You’re beautiful. You’re funny. I’m fine with taking this in whatever way that you want me to. If you want to just be friends, then I’m fine with that. But I’d like to explore the option of being more…if you’re open to that? I care about you, and I care about Nova. I wouldn’t do anything if it meant that either of you got hurt.”
There’s a moment of silence for you and Jack as you digest his words. Your heart thuds in your chest at his declaration of feelings for you. You look down at your intertwined hands and then back up at Jack. You take the moment to walk to the other side of the counter so you’re standing in front of him.
Jack straightens and looks down at you. He lowers his head until you’re both nose-to-nose. He can feel your breath wafting against his. He makes eye contact with you and silently asks for your permission. You nod just as he brings his lips down upon yours.
Jack takes the opportunity to bring his hand up to cup the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire from how Jack kisses you. You’re both practically gasping into the kiss. Jack loses himself in you. He spins your body so your back is pressed into the counter. He moves his lips from yours and trails them across your neck. A soft moan leaves your lips as Jack presses kisses there. He slots his knee between your open legs, and your body shudders.
He’s about to kiss you again when you both hear Nova call out, “Mommy, I thirsty.”
“Okay, lovebug, I’ll be right there,” You call back.
Jack steps back and flashes a boyish smile at you. “I should get going. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong idea.” As you walk Jack to the door, he turns to press one last kiss against your lips.
“I’m here for as long as you and Nova want me to be. It doesn’t bother me that she calls me her dad. If it makes you uncomfortable, we can find a way of working around it, but I meant it when I said that I’m serious about this. About us. Let me take you out next Friday.”
“Deal,” You said, smiling at him.
“Mommy, water!” Nova yells from her room. You and Jack chuckle.
“I’m being summoned,” You state.
Jack chuckles, “Yeah, wouldn’t want to keep her waiting. Goodnight, sweetheart. Thank you for letting me come.”
“Of course. Goodnight, Jack. Text me when you get home.”
He nods and turns to leave. He can’t resist the temptation of pulling you in for another kiss. As he leaves, he smiles to himself at the fluttery feelings radiating through his chest. He could get used to this.
You close the door as you make your way to the kitchen to grab Nova’s water. You gently touch your lips, which are still tingling from kissing Jack.
You haven’t felt like this in a while.
You hold onto that feeling as you walk to Nova’s room.
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
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