Big Back Hoe

You both laugh at his old man jokes before he has spread wide on the counter with one of your legs resting on his shoulder  and the slaps on his thighs against yours. 

Even when he’s leaning down and that Star of David chain is swaying in your face, he coos down mockingly at you, “You’re so pretty, you know that? I could stay inside you forever, honey.”

So imagine to your surprise and heartbreak that he suddenly switches his tune and starts to ice you out. You try to be a big girl and swallow down the sting of hurt when you clock him flirting with Noelle. You even swallow down the bile that rises in your throat when she mentions how he likes to keep the TV on at night. 

It’s clear to you that you’re not the only one who’s been getting their insides rearranged by Robby.

The final straw that breaks the camel’s back is when you find out that Robby’s taking a three-month sabbatical and he had no plans of letting you know. 

It also doesn’t help that he’s in a crappy mood and snapping at everyone in sight. Unfortunately, you happen to be at the receiving end of said anger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t read a chart right now? What’s Park teaching his residents up there? Basics in incompetency,” Robby yells, garnering the attention of everyone around.

You bite back the sharp sting of tears that well in your eyes. You refuse to cry in the Pitt of all places. You take a deep breath, “I’m sorry you feel that way, Dr. Robinavitch, and I apologize for the mistake. It was simple oversight on my part.”

Robby scoffs, “A simple oversight?! Your simple oversight could’ve costed someone their life. If you can’t prove yourself to be an adequate doctor, then maybe you should take your skills to another hospital and out of my ER!” 

The tears sting sharper at your eyes and your chest feels tighter. 

“Hey!” 

You recognize the voice of Jack Abbot as he rushes to stand between you and Robby. He glares at the taller man, “I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to go get some air! Taking your shit out on her is unacceptable.”

Robby opens his mouth to rebut, but cowers once he notices Jack firm stance and all of the judgmental looks that everyone’s giving him. 

He storms off and you watch him pitifully. The embarrassment burns deeper once it settles that everyone’s watching you. You hate the pitying looks on their faces, so you roll your eyes and march off. 

You hear the soft footsteps of Jack’s as he softly grabs your arm to turn you to face him. The soft look on his face only makes your angrier. 

“I don’t need your pity. It was a fuck-up on my part that I own up to,” you said, trying to remove yourself, so that you could find a corner to cry in. 

“Woah, woah, sweetheart, I’m not here to admonish you. You did nothing wrong, we all make mistakes here. Robby berating you like that is never okay. I need you to know that you didn’t deserve any of that, okay?” He places his arms on your shoulders and forces you to make eye contact with him.

The emotions from the day start to weigh down heavily on you and before you know it, you’re openly sobbing in Jack’s hold. He soften and navigates you both to a nearby stairwell. 

Once the door closes, he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. You bury your face into his chest as you sob harshly. Jack hums and sways gently with you in his arms. He buries his face in your hair and breathes in the scent of the blue magic grease in your curls. 

“Shh…it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here. You’re okay.”

It feels like forever as you stand there and let Jack hold you. You pull back sheepishly and give him an embarrassed smile, “I’m sorry, I just cried all over your scrubs.”

Jack shakes his head, “Sweetheart, don’t ever apologize to me for being human.” 

“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.”

“Jack,” he corrects softly.

You smile at him, “Thank you, Jack.”

“Anytime. Go back upstairs and take a little break. I’ll handle everything else, okay?”

You nod obediently before he opens the door and lets you walk out first. Jack walks you to the elevator and watches you get in. As the doors closes, you both give each other soft parting smiles. 

Jack mournfully watches as the elevator doors finally closes. He’s always had a crush on you, but didn’t pursue it in respect of whatever you and Robby have going on. 

When you make it back to the ortho floor, you’re immediately greeted with the sight of your attending, Park the Shark, standing at the desk. He looks in your direction and quickly clocks the puffiness of your eyes and the dried tears on his cheeks.

Now Park may be a real hard-ass, but he definitely doesn’t tolerate people disrespecting his favorite resident. 

He steps closer to you, “What happened?” 

You can hear the tenseness in voice and how he tries to keep it calm to not upset you. 

“I made a mistake when looking at the scans and Robby yelled at me in front of the entire ED. Not just a normal yell, he berated me and said that I was incompetent and needed to find another residency,” you explain. 

You watch as Park’s face goes beet red and he runs a frustrated hand through his gelled hair. Because not only does he know for a fact that you’re one of his more brilliant residents (he wouldn’t have accepted you if you weren’t) but he knows that you don’t just casually make mistakes. 

He looks down at you, “Go take a break. Drink some water and have a snack. M’gonna go back downstairs and take care of it.”

As the elevator floors descend, Park only gets angrier and angrier. Because if Robby was calling you incompetent, he might as well call Park incompetent too.

The environment of the Pitt shifts once everyone notices Park step off the elevator. Everybody already knows that Park the Shark doesn’t like having to come to the Pitt, so him being here without being paged reeks of trouble. 

He makes a beeline to where Jack and Robby are standing at the desk. 

“Hey! What’s this that I hear about you berating my resident?”

Robby scoffs, “Well, if your resident knew how to read a proper scan, I wouldn’t have had to correct her.”

“Give me the scans,” Park orders gruffly. 

Whitaker slides the scans over to Park and points to the part where Robby claimed that you messed up. Park carefully runs his eyes over the scans closely and frowns deeply. 

He looks up at Robby, “She wasn’t wrong. You were. The tear is here, which means the patient would require surgery to connect these tissues.”

He steps closer and crowds Robby’s space with the scan in his face, “Here, dumbass. Maybe if you had your glasses on and your head out of any nurse’s ass, you would’ve been able to read it properly.” 

Park snatches the paper down and presses his face in Robby’s, “I don’t know why circus you’re running down here, and it may be okay for you to berate your residents, but mine are off limits. If I hear that you’re saying anything out of line to her again, I’ll come back down here and beat your ass myself.” 

He slams the scan into Robby’s chest and stalks off to the elevator. 

-

Not surprisingly, after your shift ends, Robby tries to make amends. 

“Look, kid, I’m sorry. There was no excuse for me to berate you like that. I’ve been having a hard time and I took it out on you, but that doesn’t excuse my behavior. I’m sorry.”

Normally, looking into those brown puppy dog eyes would have you folding, but you only feel heartbreak at looking at Robby. 

You sigh, “I can’t do this, Robby. You disrespected me in my place of work and questioned my skills. None of what happened today was okay. Not only that, when were you planning on telling me that you were going on sabbatical for three months?”

Robby runs a hand through his hair, “I thought we both agreed that this was casual.”

You open your mouth in surprise until you start laughing, “Of course, I’m so stupid! I thought that things would be different. I agreed to casual, but you’ve been giving me mixed signals, Michael! One minute, you’re asking me to stay and cuddling me in bed like I mean the world to you! The next, I have to watch you flirt with Noelle! I’m done with this, Robby.”

You turn on your heels to enter your car and leave. Robby watches you with that same pained expression. He loves you, but he’s too broken and damaged for something stable. 

He gets on his motorcycle as he prepares for his sabbatical.

-

3 Months Later

Michael Robinavitch walks into the Pitt a brand new man. Turns out, that sabbatical was much needed as he took the time to figure himself out. 

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Welcome back, Robinavitch,” Dana comments, once Robby walks through the door. 

“Good to be back, Evans,” Robby responds, walking to the desk and reading the board. He claps his hand to round up the residents, who all eye him wearily. 

It’s apparent that they all haven’t forgotten about his fall from grace. Through the awkwardness of the shift, Robby manages to wrangle the residents into some semblance of normalcy. He pulls them to the side, especially Samira, to apologize for his action. 

A case comes in, a patient with shattered bones in their leg. A page to ortho and Park sends you downstairs. You move effortlessly through the room as you examine the case. Robby’s breath is caught in his chest as he examines you fully for the first time in three months.

He’d reached out once during the sabbatical, only to find out that you blocked him. 

You look good. Actually, you look better than good. You’re glowing and there’s this new aura to you. Your eyes cross his and he tries in vain to find some semblance of emotion. 

“The patient looks good for surgery. We have a room open and you can move him upstairs. I’ll let Park know,” you tell him, your tone clinical and professional. 

You move out of the room and enter the elevator before he can even catch up with you. 

At the conclusion of the shift, Robby tries to find Jack for handoffs. He finds the man standing in front of you, as you both chuckle at something that he says. 

Robby catches you nodding and smiling along to Jack until you catch sight of him. Since when did you and Jack start talking to each other? 

You give Jack one last smile, “See you later, Dr. Abbot.” Robby hears the way that you teasingly say Jack’s name. 

Was there something going on between the two of you? No, couldn’t be. Jack wouldn’t cross that bridge.

“Hey, since when did you and Baby Shark become cordial?” Robby asks, hints of jealousy coloring his tone. 

Jack shrugs, “She’s been consult on a few of my cases during the night shift. She’s really intelligent. I could definitely see an attending position in her future.”

Robby shrugs off the jealously. He’s being weird. You and Jack don’t have anything going on, just a typical doctor to student relationship. 

He brushes off the inkling that tries to convince him that it’s more.

-

Robby drives to Jack’s house with breakfast in tow. Since being back, he tries to return to his routine of normalcy. Typically, he and Jack would have Saturday breakfast together before watching whatever sports game was on for the season. 

He texts Jack, but doesn’t receive a response. He figures the other man must be sleeping. Good thing, he has a key. 

He takes the elevator to Jack’s floor and stands in front of his door. Placing the coffee and breakfast in one hand, he rummages through his pocket for the keys. 

He finds Jack’s key and slides it in the lock. Robby opens the door and slides inside the apartment. He sees the wine glasses sitting on Jack’s counter. 

Huh, Jack must’ve had company the night before. 

He walks to the bedroom and hears slight sounds coming from the door. He figures that Jack must’ve left the TV on. Robby gently opens the door and pauses in shock at the scene in front of him. 

A woman’s naked back fills his line of sight as she bounces up and down. Loud breathless moans leave her mouth as she rides Jack. Robby freezes because the woman’s back looks familiar. 

That sick feeling enters his stomach as he mind tries to rationalize that it can’t be the same woman. He pushes down the rise of vomit because he knows that this is the same woman by the tattoo that trails down her spine. 

He’d spent many nights kissing that very tattoo. 

You lift your thighs as you slam back down on Jack’s length. A desperate moan leaves both of your mouths as Jack matches your thrusts. He grabs your hips in his as he presses you down on him, “You feel so good baby. My best girl.”

You throw your head back as your nails imprint themself in Jack’s chest. The older man moans at the stab of pain that mixes in with the pleasure. 

“Jack, you feel so good. You’re so deep…” you moan, as the man reaches down to play with your clit. 

Jack moves to sit up and clasps his hand roughly in your Afro as he brings your mouth down to his, “Cum for me, sweetheart. Just like that. My pretty girl. God, baby, I love you so much.”

You moan loudly as your walls spasm and clench around Jack. He guides your hips as your orgasms courses though you. 

The sound of drinks splashing against the floor startles you and Jack. You both turn to the door and find Robby standing there with his mouth ajar. 

Jack moves the blanket to cover you. 

Robby looks between you and Jack in shock. He scans his eyes across your face and your swollen lips. 

It’s all too much. Seeing you and Jack having sex. The love bites that litter both of your bodies. The way that Jack’s arms come around you protectively. 

Robby does the only thing that makes sense to him. 

He vomits right next to the coffee.

End. (just a thought though..😏)

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You rub your lips together one last time as you swipe the lip gloss across your lips. You check your outfit and fluff your hair as you grab your phone off the sink. Your phone buzzes incessantly in your hand with messages from family and friends.

Happy Birthday!

You smile at the goofy and heartfelt messages that your loved ones send you. As you exit the bathroom and head back to the table, your friends all cheer in excitement, which causes the rest of the restaurant to turn to you. You do a little strut while pretending to give a Miss USA wave. 

“Girl, you’re eating that dress up,” Your friend, Aniyah, comments. 

From the other end of the table, your other friend, Santana, pipes up, “Yess! I mean titties and everything sitting up nice!” 

You laugh while taking a sip of your drink, “Thanks for coming, guys! I really do appreciate you all being here.”

“Sis, you know it’s no problem. We definitely weren’t going to miss out on spoiling our girl,” Danny comments. 

For your birthday, you wanted to keep things a bit lowkey this year. This included having a big dinner with your closest friends. Your friends had honored your request by getting you a reservation at a fancy restaurant and making sure that you were having a good time. Soon, you hear the sounds of clapping as the restaurant staff surrounds you to sing Happy Birthday. Your friends all take out their respective phones to record and sing along. 

One of the waitresses sets the dessert in front of you with a candle lit. As you blow out the candle, everyone cheers in excitement. 

“Okay! Time for gifts!” Danny announces. 

One by one, your friends hand you a variety of gifts. Danny gifts you a vintage Chanel bag that you had on your wishlist for ages. Santana gifts you a new pair of heels, along with $500 gift card to Sephora. When it’s Aniyah’s turn, she’s smiling brightly. 

She pulls a colorful box from under the table and slides it in your direction. Aniyah had always been the artsy one out of your friend group, so if she gave you anything, it was always guaranteed to be handmade, which you all appreciated. 

The box feels a bit heavy, but you gasp as you lift the lid of the box. Inside the box is a collection of plates and mugs that you know are handmade.

“Aniyah, you made all of these for me?”

“Yeah, you kept saying that you wanted to add more plates and mugs to your grown woman apartment, so I figured I’d make you some.” 

“Aww..thank you, guys. This is definitely one of the best birthdays,” You state, eyes glistening with tears.

“Don’t start all that crying. You know I cry easily,” Danny quips as he fans his eyes. 

Aniyah perks up, “Oh, wait! Before I forget, I did have one last small gift for you. I know how you love to collect little trinkets, so I got you this.”

She slides the small box over to you as you pick it up.

“One Wish Willow. You only get one wish,” You read aloud. 

Everyone chuckles together. “Well, sis, what are we wishing for?”

Before you can comment, a man walks up to the table and stands in front of you. He’s handsome. Like, real handsome. He graces you with a bright smile, “Hi, I hope I’m not being rude by approaching your table. I’m Kendrick. I heard it was your birthday, and I just wanted to come over to say Happy Birthday.” 

You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. He licks his lips, “I also just couldn’t sit by without telling the birthday girl how beautiful she looks. Also, it wouldn’t be in good conscience if I didn’t come bearing gifts, so Happy Birthday, ma.” 

From behind his back, he pulls out a bouquet of flowers that look freshly plucked. 

“Did you just get these?” You ask, laughing slightly. 

“Yeah, I ran to the flower shop next door to get them. I couldn’t come over here to shoot my shot without at least applying a little pressure.” 

You chuckle, “Well, Kendrick, I appreciate the effort. It’s greatly appreciated.”

“No problem at all. I hope I’m not too forward with asking for your number?”

“Not at all. Hand me your phone,” You respond. From there, you put your number in his phone, and he calls you so that you’ll have his number. 

“Happy Birthday again. I’ll be reaching out soon,” Kendrick states, flashing you another handsome smile. 

He politely says goodbye to your friends before leaving the table. Your friends turn their heads to you, and Santana starts squealing lowly. 

“Girl! That man was fine! I’m talkin’ 90’s fine!”

“Then he came over here smelling good and giving out gifts. You betta’ hop on that, sis.”

“I’ll think about it,” You state, taking a sip from your drink. 

Danny smacks his lips, “Sis, that man is too fine!” 

Aniyah smirks, “Y’all know she’s still waiting on Michael B. Jordan to come sweep her off her feet.”

“Mhmm..who’s that fine white man from that show, The Pitt, that she be thirsting after?” Santana asks, snapping her fingers to conjure up the name.

“Shawn Hatosy,” Your friends say together. 

“Y’all are tripping. There’s always a possibility that Michael B. Jordan or Shawn Hatosy could see me and instantly fall in love,” You said, holding up your hands. 

Danny reaches over to pull your hand in his, “Hey sis, that’s called delusion.” 

The four of you start to laugh together as you slap Danny’s hand away. You look down at the One Wish Willow on the table and open the box. You quickly read over the instructions before you slide the little stick into your hand. You wave it around in front of your friends, “It’s still my birthday, and Aniyah gifted me this little wish, so I can use it on whatever I want to! So I wish that Michael B. Jordan and Shawn Hatosy appeared in my bedroom tonight!” 

After saying the words, you snap the stick between your fingers. 

Your friends look around for a few minutes, as if expecting some poof of magic to fill the space.

“Sis, you should’ve wished for a billion dollars,” Danny states. 

You shrug. It’s just a little knick-knack. There’s no way that your wish would ever come true. 

After dinner, you say goodbye to your friends as you all hug. You drive back to your apartment and park in your designated spot. The sound of your heels clacking against the floors as you greet Ramon, the doorman. 

“Looks like you had a good night. Happy birthday again,” He comments. 

“Thank you!”

You liked your apartment building because it felt like home. Your landlord and all of the staff were all accommodating and friendly. They’d even taken the time out to make a basket for your birthday. As the elevator dings, you look down at the flowers in your hands. You think about Kendrick’s interest in you and how intentional he was about pursuing you in that moment.

However, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander to your celebrity crushes. You’d been crushing on Michael B. Jordan and Shawn Hatosy for as long as you could remember. Their more recent roles only served to intensify your crush on them. People always laughed when you told them who your celebrity crushes were because Michael and Shawn seemed like men on two separate spectrums of the industry. 

Quite frankly, as Danny has put it, you were a bit delusional.

You firmly believed that if Michael or Shawn had the chance to meet you, they’d both be ready to propose right then and there. The elevator dings before you can let your thoughts venture further. You unlock the door to your apartment and set the flowers on the counter. You grab a vase and begin the work of putting it in the water. 

Once you’re satisfied with the state of the flowers, you move into your bedroom to get ready for the night. For a moment, your mind wanders back to the wish. You allow yourself to slowly walk to the bedroom and push the door open lightly. 

You peer into the room and find it just as empty as when you left. 

“Welp..so much for that wish.”

You go to your dresser to grab your cutest pajamas. You were always under the belief that you should dress cute for sleep. As you shower and change into the lacey set, you make sure to moisturize and spritz perfume along your body. As you do your last-minute door checks, you walk back into the bedroom and slide under the covers. You grab your remote to watch The Faculty. 

Before you know it, you’re drifting off to sleep against your pillows. 

You can hear the distinct sounds of chatter happening in your bedroom. Two distinct male voices whisper harshly to each other as you’re lying on your pillow. For a moment, your heart falls to your stomach as you wonder if someone’s managed to break into your apartment. But they wouldn’t be able to do that without passing Ramon.

Maybe you’re just dreaming. Maybe this is some kind of weird-freaky sleep paralysis thing, where you’re hearing voices. Maybe you had too much to drink tonight. 

You open your eyes and catch two figures standing at the edge of your bed. Quite frankly, it’s not just the best move, but you scream and fling the closest thing to you over at the figures. The closest thing that happens to be the vibrator lying on your nightstand. The vibrator hits one of the figures, and you hear a gruff, “Ow!” 

You blindly reach for the lamp as you flick it on. 

For a second, you genuinely start to wonder if you’re dreaming.

Because there’s no possible way that Shawn Hatosy and Michael B. Jordan are standing at the foot of your bed.

The three of you must look like some cheesy scene from a porno, as Michael and Shawn are both in their pajamas. You try not to ogle Michael’s bare chest or Shawn’s biceps.

“I’m dreaming. Yep, those drinks were stronger than I thought, and now I’m dreaming,” You state, nodding your head along to your therapy.

You stare at both men, “I’m gonna go to sleep. When I open my eyes, you’ll both be gone.” 

You lie down on the pillow and close your eyes. You give yourself a solid minute before you open your eyes and peek back. To your surprise, Michael and Shawn are both still standing there.

Shawn gives you a small smile, “Still here, honey.”

“Oh, my god. This is a nightmare. An actual prolonged nightmare. Quick, one of you pinch me.”

Shawn and Michael both stare at each other. Shawn shrugs before moving to stand beside you. The heat from his body, along with the smell of his cologne, sends your nervous system into overdrive. What kind of nightmare was this if you could smell them?

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, clearly hesitant to pinch you.

“Yeah, it’s just a dream or..nightmare. I’ll just pop right back up.”

You hold your arm out in Shawn’s direction, and he grabs your arm between his hands. You try to ignore the way that your heart beats faster at the feel of his hands on you. Good Lord, if this were a dream, you hoped that you had more just like it. Maybe a little more NSFW…

He looks at you hesitantly until you nod. He grasps your skin between his fingers and pinches. The jolt of pain quickly shoots through you as you pout at the older man.

“So that hurt. And now, I can officially confirm that it’s not a dream,” You said. 

You look at both men, and they also look back at you. You ask the only question that seems to make sense in your head, “Did you guys break into my apartment?”

Michael scrunches his face up, “No, one minute I was sleeping in my bed and then the next thing I know, I’m standing in your bedroom.” 

You both look over to Shawn. He shrugs, “Same thing happened to me.”

You happen to glance over at Michael, who’s still holding your vibrator that you threw at him earlier. If spontaneously combusting was an option, you’d choose it. 

Michael seemingly remembers that he’s holding the object and gives you a small smile, “I think this belongs to you.” 

He leans across the bed to hand the vibrator to you. Shawn watches the interaction like he’s watching a tennis match. You quickly stuff the toy in your top drawer.

You groan and throw yourself back on your pillows, “Well, this has officially been the most embarrassing moment of my life. M’sorry for the inconvenience or whatever voodoo happened, but we can all forget it happened. I’ll walk you both out now.”

You slide from under the covers and you’re unaware of your revealing pajamas as you move closer to the door. Michael’s and Shawn’s eyes both flicker across your form in appreciation. 

“Damn,” they both mutter at the same time. 

They both look at each other before following you out of the bedroom. You turn to them both, “Good news is that you’re both still in LA, so you can just call an Uber.”

“We don’t have our phones,” Michael comments. 

“Right, that was actually pretty dense of me to assume that y’all had them. I’ll get my phone,” you said, turning back into the bedroom. 

Shawn and Michael take the moment to look at each before Michael sticks his hand out. 

“Michael.”

“Shawn. Big fan of your work,” Shawn responds.

“Likewise. Crazy situation we’re in right?” Michael asks.

Shawn folds his arms over his chest, “A part of me still wonders if I’m dreaming, but then again, something tells me I’m not.”

“Same.”

At the tail end of the conversation, you walk back in while typing on your phone. “Okay good news, there’s a lot of Ubers out around this time. You can both just take turns ordering one while you wait.”

You hand the phone to Shawn first, who types in his address before handing the phone to Michael, who does the same. 

“We can pay you back,” Michael suggests.

You wave him off, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll call this whole incident a weird freak accident and leave it at that.” 

You walk over to the fridge to grab three bottles of water. You slide one to each man, who both stand on the other side of the counter to open their bottles. 

They both can’t help the way that they keep staring at you. Well, Shawn ogling you a bit more openly, while Michael at least tries to play the part of gentleman. 

You’re oblivious to their stares.

“So we never actually got your name,” Shawn mentions. 

You tell them, and you can see each man rolling the syllables around in their mouths. Your eyes flicker to Michael and his current shirtless disposition, “Let me go grab you a t-shirt. I’d imagine you wouldn’t want to get into a car without one.”

You walk back over to the bedroom and you’re unaware that Michael and Shawn are watching the way the shorts ride up as you walk. You come back with an oversized t-shirt and toss it to Michael.

He gives you an inquiring look. 

“What? The big t-shirts are the best to sleep in.” As Michael slides the shirt over his head, he imagines you sliding the shirt over your own body. He imagines that you might like to wear a pair of lacy panties beneath the t-shirt. 

Then he thinks of you lying in bed, splayed open as you chase the intense feeling from the vibrator. He clears his throat before taking another sip of the water. 

Your phone buzzes on the table, “Uber’s outside.” 

The three of you walk to the door as you open it for them, “I’m really sorry this happened…even though I’m still unclear on the how. But it was nice to meet you guys.”

“It was nice to meet you too, honey,” Shawn responds.

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the shirt,” Michael states. 

You give both of the men smiles, even though your heart is pounding in your chest at how good they look. Michael is the first one who goes to exit the door. 

You’re expecting him to cross the barrier as normal, but you’re all very surprised when he bounces back as if something’s blocking the door. 

You and Shawn frown in concern, “Are you okay?”

Michael looks confused at he holds a hold up to the air and tries to reach across the threshold, “It feels like something is right there.”

Lord, Michael B. Jordan is suffering a breakdown at your house. 

“Let me test it,” Shawn states, as he goes to exit your apartment. 

Similar to Michael, he’s stopped at the door as if your invisible barrier stops him from crossing. 

The three of you look at each other. 

“You guys aren’t just messing with me, right?” You inquire. 

They both shake their heads. Michael shrugs, “I’m good but I’m not that good.” 

You frown at the door before moving to cross the threshold. You move through the door and turn to face Michael and Shawn again. They both look each other. “Okay, how about we try it together?” Shawn suggests.

You step back a little as you wait for them to exit the door. As expected, they both bump into the invisible barrier at the same time. 

“Right…So I can leave my apartment, but you can’t.” You walk back inside the apartment as you close the door. You start pacing the floor as Michael and Shawn watch you. 

Michael goes to sit on your couch as Shawn follows suit. “So let’s go over everything that we know. Shawn and I both were in our respective houses, then we appeared here. You can leave your apartment, but we can’t. It’s clear that we’re not dreaming because it’d be pretty crazy to have three people having the exact dream.” 

Shawn nods, “Right, unless we’re all in some state of psychosis, or it could be magic.” He and Michael chuckle in unison as you freeze. 

“Oh crap,” you mutter as you hop from your spot on the couch and go to get your purse from the counter. You pour all of the contents out as you rifle through the clutter. You hold the One Wish Willow package up to your sight. 

You twist the package in your hand as you spot the phone number on the back. You glance at Michael and Shawn, “I know this may sound weird, but I think this may be the cause of our dilemma.”

Michael and Shawn stand from the couch as they come to stand on each side of you. Shawn grabs the box from your hand, “One Wish Willow. You only get one wish. What? You think this little box granted your wish?”

“You wished for us to be here?” Michael questions. 

“As a joke, I swear. My friend got me this for my birthday, and I jokingly made a wish for you both to be here, but I didn’t think it’d work!” You explain, waving your hands out erratically.

“What was your exact wish, sweetheart?” Shawn asked, leaning against the counter.

You swallow nervously, “I wish for you and Michael to appear in my bedroom tonight.” You cover your face in embarrassment. Michael and Shawn both look at each other. Shawn smirks at the realization. You had a crush on them. 

Michael clearly sees how embarrassed you are so he pivots the conversation, “There’s a number on the back, so maybe we call it to see if there’s some way to cancel it.”

You nod as you grab the box and start typing the numbers into your phone. The phone trills as you all wait to see if anyone answers.

“One Wish Willow. This is Aimee, how can I help you?”

“Umm..hi, so I’m having a little problem. I made a wish tonight and it came true, but now I need to have it reversed? Cancelled? Do you guys cancel wishes?” The words all sound crazy as they leave your lips. Wishes were typically things that only happened in fairy tales. 

“So, what was your exact wish if you don’t mind me asking?”

You glance at Michael and Shawn, “I wished for both of my celebrity crushes to appear in my bedroom, and they did.”

“Oh my gosh, who’s your crushes, girly pop?” Aimee squeals. 

You groan, “They’re standing here listening, it’s embarrassing enough, Aimee.”

“You’re right, sorry! Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but we don’t typically do cancellations. The wishes work on intentions as well. The fact that it came true means that you felt very strongly about it, but the wish won’t be fully completed until all of your intentions are fulfilled,” Aimee explains. 

“What does that mean?” Shawn asks towards the phone. 

“Oooo super sexy voice! You go girl! Well, you wished that you wanted them to appear in your bedroom, so I mean not trying to imply anything, but there had to be a reason you chose your bedroom in particular,” Aimee inquires. 

Your eyes widen. You think back to the quick flashes of images that you had of both men in less than innocent positions. Heat creeps up your neck as both Michael and Shawn look at you. 

You groan. “This can’t be happening to me.”

“So girly pop sounds like you need to take those two beautiful men and let them take you to pleasure town, and then the wish will be complete.”  

“Got it. Thanks for your help, Aimee.” 

“Anytime! Good luck,” she concludes, as the call ends. 

Unbeknownst to you, Aimee sits back with a squeal as she ends the call.

Josh, her co-worker, chuckles, “You know you definitely could’ve cancelled her wish, right?”

Aimee blows a bubble with her gum and pops it, “Duh, of course, I knew that Josh! But how lucky is it that she’s able to have both of her celebrity crushes there to take her to pound town? What a dream!”

She sighs wistfully as she starts typing on the computer again. She turns to him, “Plus, it’s way better than that little creep who wished that his best friend loved him more than anyone in the world. Poor girl.”

She and Josh turn back to their respective phones as another call comes in.

You, Michael, and Shawn take turns casting glances at each other after the phone call ends. Shawn decides to be the one to break the ice, “So….now we all have to sleep together?”

Michael shrugs, “Seems like it.” 

You give both men confused looks as it seems like they’re completely on board for you all having a ménage-a-trois. 

“Speaking as the party that got you into this, maybe we shouldn’t right now. I don’t know, it just feels a bit like I’m tricking you guys into it, and I still want to respect your choice. Maybe if we wait, then the wish will wear off. It’s only been about an hour.”

Michael nods, “I agree. Though I don’t want to speak for Shawn, I know that you weren’t being intentionally malicious when you made the wish. Let’s give it a few days, then we’ll make a decision.” 

“I’m on board with that plan. Whatever is best for you. Obviously, your comfort and consent are what matter most here.”

It warms your heart to hear how considerate both men are for your well-being, even though you know that you’re the reason that you’re all in this mess. 

Shawn smiles and claps his hands lightly, “I don’t know about either of you, but I’m exhausted.”

“I only have one room. If you’re both okay with sharing a bed….”You trail off. You rock back and forth on your heels, “Or the couch is pretty comfortable too.”

Shawn and Michael share what feels like their millionth look of the night as they seem to telepathically communicate with each other. 

“I’m fine with sharing the bed, but only if you are, sweetheart,” Shawn states. 

“Yeah, I’m fine with it too, as long as you are,” Michael echoes. 

“I’m fine with it. I trust you both.” 

You turn to walk back to your bedroom as Michael and Shawn follow. You fluff the pillows and pull back the duvet before stopping, “Wait, I didn’t even ask either of you if you liked sleeping under the blanket.”

Michael chuckles, “I’m fine with whatever. This is your crib, I sleep however you do.” Shawn also nods. You slide under the covers and navigate toward the middle of the bed. 

Michael and Shawn walk to their respective sides of the bed before sliding beneath the covers next to you. You can feel the heat radiating from their bodies next to yours. You try to calm your heart as it races at the fact of having them both be here. 

Who else in the world can say that they have Michael B. Jordan and Shawn Hatosy in their bedroom?

You settle against the pillows as they both do the same. Shawn chuckles when he looks at the TV, which is conveniently paused on his face in The Faculty. 

“I looked like such a dweeb around that time,” He said, with his hand on the back of his head.

“I liked the way that you looked in this one, especially your teeth,” you comment.

Shawn chuckles, “You liked my teeth?”

“Yeah, they just look really normal. It’s cute. Michael has nice teeth, too.” Michael chuckles from your other side. 

“Thanks, and as she said, I like your teeth, man. Anything’s better than those veneers that people are getting,” Michael said.

“Right! They’re like piano keys, man.” Shawn responds.

The three of you pause to laugh at Shawn’s joke before silence fills the room again.

“So this is it, huh?” Michael asks.

“Yep,” you and Shawn reply.

You ask Michael to turn the light off on the side, which he does. The three of you are surrounded in darkness as you turn the TV off. Your body is hyperaware of Michael and Shawn’s bodies, along with their breathing. 

“Goodnight,” you said.

“Goodnight.” You’re at a bit of a loss as you continue to lie on your back. Usually, you’re a side sleeper, but you definitely don’t want to, as that would mean you would have to be in either Michael’s or Shawn’s face.

Luckily for you, both men take the initiative to turn on their sides facing the walls. You finally turn on your left side, facing Shawn. 

You close your eyes and try to allow yourself to go to sleep, even though two of the sexiest men that you’ve ever seen are right next to you.

Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that you have to have sex with either of them so that they can leave your apartment.

Happy freaking birthday to you…

You awaken to the distinct feeling of being too hot. Even with the fan blowing in your direction, you still feel hot. You’re also not lost on the feeling of two bodies pressed against yours.

You open your eyes and blink a few times as you adjust to the minimal light. You look in front of you, and your eyes widen at seeing Shawn’s face close to yours. Your eyes trail over his face, where you can see all of his freckles more clearly, along with the greying stubble on his face. 

You become aware of a body pressed to your backside, and you turn your head. Michael’s head is pressed against your bonnet as he has his body completely connected to yours. 

You lift the covers and find that he’s thrown a hand over your waist. You also clock Shawn’s hand, which is pressed to your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. 

You feel the heat creeping along your body at the fact that you can feel a certain other part of both men pressed against you. The heat travels down as you feel yourself becoming somewhat excited.

Nope, this is weird. Maybe you’re being weird. But they’re cuddling you! 

You try your best to wiggle yourself from their hold, but this only causes them both to grip you tighter. Michael unintentionally grips your body tighter as he pulls you further into his hold. 

This appears to affect Shawn as he moves closer to press against you. Seemingly stuck in the position, you try to settle yourself. 

But how exactly does one settle themselves when they’re stuck between their two celebrity crushes, who are also sporting major morning wood? 

From the nightstand, your phone starts pinging incessantly. Michael and Shawn both stir as they finally wake up. 

Sheepishly, you look at both of them, as they both recognize their current predicament. Michael untangles his arm from your waist, “Sorry.”

Shawn also follows the same actions as they both scoot away from you. Sitting up, you crawl from under the blankets and off the bed. Shawn and Michael both watch you as they lock in your shorts and the fact that they both can tell you’re not wearing any panties. 

You grab your phone and open the text messages. Your group chat is active as they try to make plans for brunch. You also note the text from Kendrick. 

You shoot your friends a quick text saying that you can’t make it to brunch due to feeling under the weather. Despite that not being the truth, you decide it’s the best course of action, especially since it’d be rude to leave Michael and Shawn alone in your apartment.

You turn to face them, “Do you guys want breakfast?” 

They nod in unison. Michael sits up, “Yeah, I can come help out.” 

“Same,” Shawn chimes in. You smile and walk out of the bedroom. 

Shawn looks down at the blanket where he and Michael are still very much erect, and seeing you in your pajamas doesn’t help their situation at all. 

“We’re in quite the predicament,” Shawn states to Michael.

“You’re telling me. You think the wish could’ve worn off overnight?” Michael asks.

Shawn shrugs, “I’m not sure. But you heard the girl on the phone. I just want us to all be comfortable and consenting before we solidify any plans.”

“Same. Though, would it be weird if I admitted that I wouldn’t be mad if it happened?”

“Not at all. She’s a beautiful girl, and she’s obviously very attracted to us if she picked us for the wish. Plus, the lady did mention that the wish works on intention, so it sounds to me like she really wanted it to be us,” Shawn theorizes. 

Once they’re sure that they won’t be flashing any boners at you, they walk into the kitchen together. You’ve already started making the batter for the pancakes. You look up at them, “Any allergies that I should know about?”

Both men shake their heads. Michael goes over to the stove to start cooking the bacon, while Shawn takes the other spot on the stove to warm the pan for the pancakes.

The three of you naturally work as a cohesive unit with cooking food and cutting up fruits. Shawn moves to help Michael with making each of your plates. You take out three glasses and pour juice for you all. 

You start a pot of coffee in the background. As the three of you sit at the counter, you idly chat and eat. Once you’re finished, Michael and Shawn clean the plates, while you make each of you a cup of coffee.

Both men watch you intensely as you effortlessly add different ingredients to the coffee before sliding the mugs over to them. 

They both take a sip and moan simultaneously. 

“This is the best cup of coffee that I’ve had in a long time,” Shawn points out. 

“Thanks, I used to work as a barista at a coffee shop a few years ago. I guess you never really forget skills like that.” 

You rock on your heels, “I’m gonna go shower and change. My friend has some of his spare clothes here that I think could fit you both. You can use my phone to order briefs. There are spare toothbrushes and deodorant here, too.”

Michael frowns, “Your boyfriend?”

“Definitely not! Danny’s definitely checking for the other team,” you respond before turning to leave. 

Both men sigh in relief. It’d be really awkward trying to sleep with you if you had a man. 

Shawn and Michael navigate to your living room, where they both settle to watch TV. They use your phone to order briefs, among other supplies. Before they place the order, Michael puts his card number into the app. 

It isn’t long before the delivery guys drop the order off at the front door. Michael and Shawn try to test if either of them can reach past the door, but find that they still can’t go past the threshold. 

They settle on dragging the bag in with your umbrella. When you walk out of the bedroom, both men’s eyes flicker over to you. 

They can’t help but look at the way that the flare yoga pants hug your curves. What makes matters even worse is that you smell good, and you look even better with your hair all fluffed out. 

“I see you guys ordered something, which means you had to use the door. Was there any luck with passing?”

Shawn shakes his head, “Nope, we had to use an umbrella.” You bite your lip nervously. You had hoped that the wish would wear off during the night, but it seemed like Aimee’s words were true.

You’d have to crack Michael and Shawn for them to leave. 

The men can clock the look on your face and figure that you’re coming to the same conclusion as they are. 

Shawn and Michael both take turns showering and changing. They both look like sin embodied as they step out of your bedroom. Due to Danny being a little smaller than either of them, the clothes stick to them a little more, showcasing their abs and muscles.

Subtly, you press your thighs together, which they both catch. 

As you all sit on the couch together, Michael turns to you, “So what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a licensed esthetician, I own a shop downtown,” You respond. 

“That’s cool. So you do waxes and facials?” Shawn asks. You nod in agreement.

“I guess we know who we can come to, don’t we, Michael?” 

Michael chuckles, “Yeah, maybe she’ll throw in a discount.”

You laugh softly, “I got y’all. But to be honest, you both hardly need my services. You both have really pretty skin and brows already.” 

You move your hand up to trace Shawn’s eyebrow, “The silver really suits you.”

Without thinking, the older man leans close and presses his lips against yours. Once the initial shock wears off, you let yourself sink into the kiss as your lips move against his. Shawn brings a hand up to cup your cheek as his tongue slides along the seam of your lips. You moan softly once the man slides his tongue into your mouth. You seem to remember that Michael is present in the room as you pull back from the kiss. 

You turn your head and find that Michael is watching you and Shawn in amusement…and maybe curiosity.

He chuckles, “So y’all just forgot about me, huh?”

Shawn smirks, “Why don’t you kiss him, Princess? I think he’s feeling left out.” 

You move closer to Michael, who gently pulls your body to his. When your lips touch his, he immediately takes over the kiss. You moan into his mouth as he presses his hand against your throat. From your other side, Shawn watches you and Michael kiss. Quite frankly, he hasn’t seen anything quite as sexy as the two of you. He scoots over to start peppering kisses down your neck. Michael does the same as both men kiss and bite gently on your neck. 

You jump at the feel of Shawn’s hand creeping between your thighs. Upon feeling you jump, he leans back, and Michael does the same. 

You meet Shawn’s eyes, “Hey, sweetheart, we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. I think that we all can agree that this is a pretty weird situation, but I won’t sit here and lie like I’m not attracted to you.” 

Michael turns your head to his, “You say the word, and we stop. We don’t want you to feel pressured into anything, but we’re both okay with it if you are.”

You take a moment to view the situation objectively. You’d successfully wished for both of your celebrity crushes to end up in your bedroom, and here they are offering themselves up to you on a silver platter. What girl in her right mind would be crazy enough to give up the opportunity to be cracked by Michael B. Jordan and Shawn Hatosy at the same time?

“I’m fine with it. I want both of you.”

Honestly, you should’ve known that the second that you agreed that both men would be on you like white on rice. Shawn and Michael both resumed their kisses on your neck as Shawn trailed a hand towards the apex of your thighs.

Michael has managed to slide his hand under his shirt as he cups your breasts in his hand. You moan softly as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Shawn takes his fingers to press against the seam of your pants as he starts to rub your center. 

Michael tugs at your shirt until you lift it over your head. Both men use the opportunity to ogle your chest in the mesh bra. Shawn reaches behind you to unclasp the bra as Michael pulls it from your chest.

Michael and Shawn move their heads down to take your nipples into their mouths. As they lick and suck on your nipple, Shawn slides a hand inside your pants to touch your wet panties. 

He pulls back, “She’s so wet for us. You should have a feel.”

Michael slides his hand in next to Shawn’s, except he slides his finger beneath your panties to slide along your wet folds. 

“I think she’d look even better if we took the rest off,” Michael comments, to which Shawn nods. They take their free hand to begin tugging your pants and underwear down. Before you know it, you’re completely bare to their sight. 

They both take the opportunity to grab your legs and spread them. Michael leans over to press a kiss to your cheek, “You’re so wet for us, baby. You want us that bad?”

Your wide eyes meet his as you nod. From your other side, Shawn chuckles before grabbing your jaw in his hold, “We don’t do motions, baby. We need to hear you. Why don’t you answer his question again? Do you want us that badly?”

He ghosts his fingertips across your clit as your chest heaves up and down. “Yes, daddy, I want you both so much.”

A dark smirk overcomes Shawn’s lips, “You hear that, brother? We’re daddy now.”

“Let’s see how loud we can make her scream it,” Michael responds. He gets up from the couch and heads to your bedroom. He arrives a few moments later with your mirror from the bedroom. He sets it directly in front of the couch, “I saw it last night, and all I could think about is how pretty you’d looki cumming in front of it.”

Your jaw drops. Michael is a freak, just as you expected. 

Shawn looks at you, “Keep your eyes on the mirror, baby. I wouldn’t want you to miss how pretty you look.” He trails two thick fingers down your dripping entrance before sliding them back up to circle your clit. He places both fingers on your outer lips to spread you open crudely. 

Michael plops down on the couch and locks his eyes on your weeping entrace, “So pretty, babygirl. She’s dripping for us.” He brings his fingers to your pussy and starts to rub circles on your clit as Shawn holds you open. Soon, both men are massaging your pearl as they whisper in your ears. 

Shawn moves his fingers down to your entrance. He dips the tips of his fingers into your entrance before pulling them out. Your hips buck up to meet his touch. He chuckles, “You’re eager. You need my fingers in this greedy little cunt?”

Your needy eyes meet his, “Yes, please touch me.” 

“Good girl,” they both say in unison. Shawn pushes his fingers inside of you, and you both moan at the same time. Shawn’s thick fingers stretch you open as he drags them along your wet walls. He curls his fingers upwards as you jerk beneath his touch. Michael continues rubbing precise strokes along your pearl as you moan openly throughout the room. 

Shawn brushes against your spot as your pleasure grows from Michael’s fingers. You throw your head back as your legs start to shake. Immediately, both men remove their fingers. Your wide eyes meet theirs, and you can feel the tears starting to well up. 

“Aww…it’s okay baby. You were being so bad. We told you to keep your eyes on the mirror and I don’t think we want to repeat ourselves, right Shawn?” 

“That’s right, brother. Now, baby, keep your eyes on the mirror while we play,” Shawn orders softly, but there’s an edge in his voice that lets you know that he’s not playing. 

“Okay, I will,” you reply, voice shaky with anticipation. 

Michael and Shawn return their fingers to your core, but they switch spots. Micheal’s fingers travel into your entrance, while Shawn’s calloused tips dance across your clit. The heat builds inside of you almost instantly.  

You keep your eyes locked onto the filthy sight as each time that Shawn strokes you, more of your wetness coats Michael’s fingers. 

“She’s leaking for us,” Michael states, keeping his eyes on your ruined face. 

“Yeah she is, but you know I’d really like to see her do? I’d like to see her make a mess,” Shawn said, rubbing quicker circles on your clit. You feel the gradual release building in your stomach, along with hearing the wet sounds of Michael’s fingers slapping against you. 

Your hands go to grab both men as the chord inside you finally snaps. Michael curls his fingers as your release overtakes you. A sharp squeal leaves your mouth as you feel the tingles rushing throughout your entire being. A gush of clear liquid leaves you. 

You try in vain to close you legs, but both men are proactive enough to hold them open and to your chest. 

Your sight blurs and you swear for a moment, you genuinely leave your body. As your climax comes down, Michael and Shawn slow their movements. 

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Shawn quips as he brings his fingers up to his lips. 

“You’re telling me,” Michael comments as he looks down at your release coating his fingers. One by one, he licks each finger as he moans. 

“You taste sweet, babygirl. Can I get another taste?” Michael asks. 

“Please.” At this point, you’re down for whatever they’re down for. 

Michael picks you to carry you into the bedroom while Shawn follows. He sets you down gently on the bed as they stand in front of you. 

“Take your shirts off,” you said, to which both men oblige. 

You turn your gaze back and forth as you admire the different contours of their bodies. Feeling bold, you lean forward to trails your hands up their chests and back down. Your hand goes lower as you cup their length through the sweatpants. 

“Can I touch you both?”

“You can do whatever you want to us, sweetheart,” Shawn replies, breath heavy with lust. You take the initiative reach inside their sweatpants and grasp your hands around their dicks. 

But who should you put your mouth on first? Shawn seems to read the conflict on your face and smirks, “You taste him first, sweetheart. I wanna watch.”

You follow the older man’s instructions as you move closer to Michael. You lick a long stripe up the underside of his dick as he releases a heavy moan. 

You envelope Michael into your mouth as you keep your hand connected to his base. You bob your head up and down while your eyes meet his. Michael pulls you off with a soft pop, “Now you taste him, baby.”

You move over to Shawn and wrap your lips around his tip. You moan at the taste of precum hitting your taste buds. You take him deeper into your mouth as he grips your hair. At the same time, you move your hand up and down in sync on Michael’s dick. 

Both men breathe deeply and groan at how good you’re making them feel. It only makes you wetter as you push your thigh together. 

Shawn clocks the motion and pulls you off. 

He leans down to press his lips to yours and slide his tongue into your mouth. He moans at the taste of himself and Michael on your tongue. 

“Lay on the pillows, baby. We need our taste, too.”

Releasing Michael from your hand, you slide up the bed until you’re lying on your pillows. Shawn and Michael crawl onto the bed until they’re both sitting between your legs. They hungrily eye your glistening folds. 

Michael looks at Shawn, “It’s only right that you get first taste.”

“How about we both taste her at the same time?” Shawn suggests. At this suggestion, you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Shawn catches sight of this, “Looks like she likes the sound of that.”

With that, both men move closer so that their faces are nearly stuffed into your pussy. Their tongues come out at the same time to circle your clit. A low whine tears from your throat at the sensation of both men slurping away at you. 

Their tongues clash against each other, yet neither seem to mind. You bring your hands up to place on their heads as you let the sensations take over you. Shawn moves down to lap at your entrance while Michael’s lips fully envelope your clit. He gently sucks the small bud between his lips as he looks up at you. 

Your legs start to shake again, signaling to each man that you’re close. They speed up their efforts as they both listen to your increasing moans.

“Oh..right there..I’m so close,” You whimper. Both men hum into your center, which sends you over the edge. Shawn laps at your entrance as more of your wetness flows from you, while Michael keeps sucking to prolong your pleasure.

You flop back onto the pillow as you take deep breaths, “You’re both trying to kill me.”

Michael pops up, licking away at his lips, “We just wanna make you feel good, babygirl.” 

Shawn moves up, “Yeah, we’re just making your wish come true.”

They both give you a moment to recuperate before moving to the next position. You give them both a nod that you’re ready.

Michael looks to Shawn, “I don’t have a condom unless you do?”

“Nope.”

They turn to face you, “I don’t have any either. It wasn’t like I wasn’t expecting to get cracked this weekend. But I am on birth control and I’m clean…”

“It’s your call, sweetheart.”

“I’m fine with it. Plus, I really want to feel you both,” you answer. 

“How do you want us?” Michael asks, eyes trailing along your body. 

You bite your lip, “I want you to fuck me from behind while I taste Shawn. Then I want you both inside me at the same time. There’s lube in the drawer.”

Michael and Shawn gulp at your lewd words and you notice that both of their dicks jerk slightly at the words. You grab the lube from the nightstand and set it off to the side on the bed.

“Lay down, daddy,” You tell Shawn, who obliges. 

He navigates to the top of the bed as you kneel between his legs. At the same time, you arch your back and present yourself to Michael. 

He positions himself behind you and groans at your wet pussy. He slides his dick up and down before notching it at your entrance. You move your mouth over Shawn’s dick before allowing a large glob of spit to leave your mouth. You slurp his length down just as Michael starts to push himself inside of you. Once he bottoms out, you all mutually moan at the pleasure. 

Michael pulls back and hisses at the tight feel of your walls to clinging to him. He pushes back in and starts a steady rhythm. 

“She’s so tight, man,” Michael groans out. 

At the top of the bed, Shawn’s mind is gone as it feels like you’re sucking the soul out of his body. He pulls your hair out of your face, “Yeah, our pretty girl. You’re doing so good for us, baby. Pretty ass mouth and your perfect pussy.” 

You squeeze around Michael at Shawn’s words. He smirks, “She likes being praised.” He grasps your hips firmly in his hands as he speeds up his thrusts. 

If anyone walked in now, they’d have no doubt about what was happening in your bedroom. The wet sounds of your slurping Shawn down combined with soft squelching and skin slapping against skin fills the room. 

Michael watches entranced as you start thrusting back onto him. The more he stroke, the more of creamy wetness forms a ring around the base of his dick. 

He grabs the lube to spread across his fingers. Your other hole is practically inviting him to play. Michael rubs his fingers around your backdrop entrance. He goes to push a finger in when you tense up, “Shhh…s’okay baby, it’s just me. Don’t tense up, I gotta get you ready.”

He pushes his finger in once again as it fully submerges inside you. Gently, he thrusts his finger in and out. Once he knows that you’re comfortable, he starts to slide another finger in. You moan around Shawn at the intrusion. 

Michael scissors his fingers around your hole as he continues to thrust inside of you. The combined stimulation has you shaking in their hold again. 

“There we go baby. Come for us again,” Shawn coos. With one last thrust, you fall apart again. You pull off Shawn with a loud moan as the pleasure consume you. 

Carefully, Michael slides from both of your holes. Both men stand from the bed as they maneuver your pliant body into their hold. 

Shawn stands in front, and they both lower you down so that his dick can enter you. Michael places his tip at your back entrance. As he pushes in, you start to wince. 

Shawn moves a hand down to stroke your clit, “Relax, we both got you. Just let him in.”

Michael slips deeper inside you until he bottoms out.

Your eyes roll back, “You’re both so deep.” You miss the mutual look that they both share as they start thrusting inside you. 

Michael and Shawn hold you up between their bodies like it’s an everyday occurrence. Your eyes go down to their biceps and the sweat that’s illuminating both of their bodies. 

“You feel so good, babygirl,” Michael moans into your ear. 

“Best I’ve ever had,” Shawn echoes. 

They both start increasing their movements as the sounds of skin slapping increases. You all moan loudly against each other. Shawn connects his lips to yours as she sloppily makes out with you. Michael leans down to join the kiss, and the three of you are engaged in a messy makeout session. 

It’s hard to distinguish who is kissing who. At some point, you’re pretty sure that Michael and Shawn are kissing each other. 

You can feel your orgasm approaching with how it tugs at your stomach. 

Tears well up at your waterline, “Daddy…”

Michael and Shawn take this as their sign to speed up. Your body roughly jostles in their arms. You can feel both of their lengths moving simultaneously inside of you as you start to shake. 

“M’gonna cum,” you announce, tears starting to drip from your eyes. 

“Let go for us baby. You’ve been doing so good for us,” Shawn praises. 

Michael moves his mouth to his ear, “We wanna see you cum for us one last time, baby.” 

The chord snaps and everything releases. Your loud, watery moan echoes throughout the apartment as you now openly weep on their dicks. You’re surprised that your neighbors haven’t called the police yet. 

It sounds like an exorcism is happening in the room. 

Michael and Shawn can feel their own orgasms creeping. 

“Where do you want it, baby?” Michael asks, voice tense. 

“Inside,” you whine. 

This seems to light a fire under each men as they thrust harshly inside of you. You’re a rag doll just here to be used for their pleasure. 

Shawn groans loudly and you feel the warm spurts of his cum shooting against your cervix. Michael follows after with his own loud moan as he stuffs his face in your neck. His warm cum shoots inside of you, and you can only moan at the mutual sensations. 

Once you all come down from your highs, you breathe heavily against each other. Michael pulls out of you gently while Shawn does the same. 

They set you on your feet, but keep their hands on you to steady you. You look like an absolute ruined mess with tears staining you cheeks and your hair flying every which way. Light bruises and love bites litter your body. Cum oozes down your thighs and drips onto the floor. 

Both men chuckle at your dazed expression. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, honey.”

Once they make sure that they’ve cleaned you up proper, you all slide beneath the covers together. Shawn and Michael scoot closer to cuddle your tired body to theirs. 

“Happy Birthday,” Michael mutters against your skin. 

Shawn looks at you, “Yeah, Happy Birthday to you, sweetheart. Was it everything you wished for?”

“And more,” you reply before your eyes shut. Your soft breathing echoes through the room. Michael and Shawn press kisses to your head as they close their eyes.

Michael wakes up the next morning and finds that you and Shawn aren’t in bed. He figures that you both must be in the living room or in the kitchen.

He slides on a pair of briefs before walking into the open space. He expects to find you and Shawn eating at the counter. 

What he doesn’t expect to find is you riding Shawn on the couch. Your moans and his groans fill the space, along with the slap of your skin against his. 

“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Michael comments. 

Shawn looks over his shoulder, “Morning, we didn’t want to wake you. We were gonna make breakfast, but we got a little preoccupied.” At this, you throw your arms around his shoulders as you keep bouncing. 

Your ruined gaze finds Michael, “Morning. I can start on breakfast after we’re done.”

Michael chuckles, “Don’t worry about it, babygirl. I’ll start on it for us.”

He moves to the kitchen and starts taking out all of the stuff to make French toast, bacon, and eggs. Michael casually moves through the kitchen and cooks, as if you and Shawn aren’t fucking a few feet from him. 

Once in a while, he’ll peek over to catch enjoy the view of the two of you lost in pleasure. Just as he takes the bacon out and starts on the eggs, you and Shawn moan loudly as your orgasms hit you both. 

You sag against Shawn as you catch your breath. You slide off of him as you grab your panties. Shawn slides his dick inside of his briefs. You both come over to take a seat at the counter. 

Michael plates food for the three of you as you and Shawn thank him. He leans over to press a kiss against your lips. 

The three of you eat together and chat. You all look like a cohesive unit as you make jokes with each other. 

Shawn can see the way that Michael is eyeing you. As you’re about to go wash the plates, Shawn stops you. 

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Why don’t you and Michael have some one on one time?” He suggests, gathering the plates. 

You nod and grab Michael’s hand to guide him to the couch. He takes a seat and pulls you onto his lap. He pushes down his briefs and slides your panties to the slide. 

Michael groans deeply once he sinks into you. You’re still wet with Shawn’s cum. The other man hums as he is now treated to the sight of watching you and Michael. 

After your little session with Michael, the three of you sit on the couch together, staring at the ceiling. Your legs are in Shawn’s lap while you lay your head in Michael’s lap.

“We should try the door. I mean, as much sex that we’ve had, I think the wish should be complete,” you state. 

Michael and Shawn tense beneath you. As much as the wish was an inconvenience, they won’t lie like they haven’t had a good time with you. Sex aside, both men are taken with your personality. 

The three of you stand from the couch and walk to the door. You open it as three of you stare at each other. Shawn takes a deep breath and steps forward. He walks to the threshold and finds that he can pass through with ease. 

You gesture for Michael to do the same. He walks through and passes through the door. Both men look at you as you stare at them. You fight to keep the sadness off your face, but you fail. 

Shawn and Michael walk back inside and you all sit at the counter again. 

“So…I guess this is goodbye,” you state.

“Well, we don’t necessarily have to stop communicating,” Shawn suggests. 

Michael nods, “I’d still like to keep in touch with you both.” He turns his gaze to you, “I like you a lot. I think it’s safe to say he feels the same.”

“He’s right. I like you a lot, sweetheart. I know we’re probably all unsure of where this will go, but I’m willing to make this work however I can.”

You look at them both, “So, you’d both be my boyfriends or…”

“We can be whatever you want us to be,” Michael responds. 

“How about this? How about we take you on a proper date, and then we can work out the details there?” Shawn suggests. 

You take a second to think it over. You’d had your world rocked by both of your celebrity crushes, and now they wanted to date you. 

You’d be stupid not to explore it. 

“Okay, let’s do it.”

The three of you smile at each other. This was about to be the beginning of something rather unique, but well worth it.

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You twist another strand of Jack’s hair around your fingers before laying the curl down. Beneath Jack shifts, which causes your pussy to contract around him. A low whine leaves your lips, “Jackie, you gotta stay still or the curls won’t come out right.” 

Jack huffs out a laugh at your frustration, “I’m not doing anything, babydoll. Just adjusting myself.” 

He runs his hands up and down your thighs before looking back up at your face. Involuntarily, you catch yourself clenching around him again. Currently, it was Saturday, and coincidentally, it was one of the days that Jack was off. He’d made you a promise that the next time he was off work, he’d let you style his hair. You’d come over with all of your products and all pure intentions. Well…partial pure intentions. 

Any notion of being good went straight out the window when Jack opened the door, looking like pure sin. 

“Hey, baby,” He said, moving forward to press his lips against yours. You were practically weak in the knees, especially with how good his cologne smelled. 

Ushering you inside the house, Jack helps you get settled in the home. Ever since your first time being intimate with him, your visits to his house had become more frequent. The man had been putting you through the mattress religiously. If he wasn’t making you cum, then he was spending money on you. It was the perfect combination. 

“I washed my hair before you got here, so we’re good on that front,” Jack said, sitting in the chair. 

You run your fingers through his locks as he looks up at you, “What? Do I have something on my face?” 

“No, just wondering how an old guy like me got lucky with a pretty girl like you,” Jack responds, running a hand down your side. He pulls you gently to stand in front of him, “I wanna feel you.”

“Like sitting on your lap?”

Jack chuckles darkly, “No, babydoll, I want to feel you. I want your bare pussy on me right now.” Heat crawls up your neck and settles deep within your core. Jack had grown more open in expressing his desire for you, which you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. Sure, there was always the occasional guy that you were texting, who’d sent a freaky message or started to talk suggestively over the phone, but with them it wasn’t sexy.

It just sounded like child’s play.

With Jack, it actually felt like sensual foreplay. And you were addicted.

You were wearing an oversized t-shirt, along with biker shorts, but with Jack’s gaze on you, it made you feel naked. His eyes trail down to your legs, “Get rid of your shorts and the panties, then I’ll let you do my hair.” 

Pulling the pants down, you drop them unceremoniously on the floor. Your panties follow next, but Jack stops you before you can place them on the floor. He gestures for you to hand the panties over to him, which you do. Jack holds your panties up to the light and spots the wet stain, “You wet for me already, babydoll? I bet you’re dripping down your thighs right now.”

You clench your thighs together in response. 

Bunching your panties up in his hands, Jack brings the material to his nose and lets out a deep groan. Pulling the panties from his nose, he slides them into the pockets of his sweatpants. He looks down at the shirt as it covers you, “Lift your shirt. Let daddy see his pretty girl.” 

Is it even possible at this point to get wetter?

You grab the hem of the shirt and lift it higher and higher until your bare cunt is on display for Jack’s viewing. You watch as Jack swallows harshly before pulling your body into his lap. He leans up to connect his lips to yours and slides his tongue inside your mouth. You moan softly into his mouth, while grinding your core across Jack’s bulge. 

Jack lifts you as he slides his sweatpants down. You clock the lack of underwear as he kicks the sweatpants off. Jack guides his flared tip to your entrance as you sink down on his length. A whimper leaves you as Jack splits you open. Although you’d been intimate plenty of times, you don’t think you’ll ever fully get used to Jack’s cock. 

Your arms wrap around his shoulders as a pout settles over your lips. Jack smirks at the already glazed-over look in your eyes. He lightly taps your face, “You still need to do my hair, baby. This is just foreplay. You make me look pretty, and Daddy will give you whatever you want.”

You nod through the haze of pleasure. 

Which brings you to the current moment. Styling and defining Jack’s curls while you try not to cum. You’re pretty sure you’re the first person in your bloodline to even utter that sentence. 

“You free this Friday?” Jack asks, clearly unbothered by the whole situation.

A small ‘mhmm’ leaves your lips as you try to concentrate on Jack’s hair. He laughs, which causes you to clench as his tip brushes against your spot. You can feel yourself leaking down Jack, and you’re sure that when you get up, there’ll be a puddle in the seat. 

“I want to take you out. Didn’t you say there was that new Korean spot that you wanted to go to?”

Another nod from you. By this point, you know that Jack is doing this to rile you up. He’s practically salivating at seeing you struggle not to come apart. He wonders if you’ll be able to cum like this. He looks down to where you’re both connected and smiles in satisfaction. Truthfully, Jack enjoys being inside you much more than you know. 

Actually, he just enjoys being around you, period. 

You’re the only person besides Robby that he’s allowed to grow close to him. Each day when he wakes up, he reaches for his phone to send you a text message. Throughout the day, he constantly wonders about what you’re doing and if you’re doing okay. He even makes it a point to always send lunch to your job to make sure that you’re eating. He smiles when he sees the notifications pop up on his phone that let him know that you’ve purchased something. 

Jack really likes knowing that you’re spending his money. In fact, it’d become somewhat of a kink at this point. He got off on knowing that he was taking care of his pretty girl. 

You apply the last bit of cream to Jack’s hair before wiping your hands on the towel. 

“Okay, all finished. You look so cute already,” You gush. You wipe the remaining product from Jack’s face as he stares at you. 

“Now what happens?”

“Well, we just let your hair dry.”

“How long will that take?”

“About 30-45 minutes, I suppose,” You reply. 

Jack smiles, “Good, that’s enough time for me to make you cum."

The following weeks become a lot busier for Jack. He’s working more hours at the hospital, which includes showing up on the day shift like an absolute maniac. Despite this, he still manages to remember to take care of you. The last thing he wants is his pretty girl being stressed out when he’s not around.

Still, it’s killing him to not be around you. He’s getting by on conversations with you on his breaks and after work. Those AirPods really came in handy. He’s sitting in the break room when he gets a text from you.  

He opens the text and groans loudly.

Babydoll 💕 Wish you were here, daddy 🥺

In Jack’s mind, no woman has ever looked as good as you do now in your babydoll dress. He zooms in on the picture to get a closer view of your body and the sweet expression on your face. How was it possible for you to look so sexy, yet so innocent at the same time? Mentally, Jack thinks about all of the colors of the dress that he’s planning to buy you later. 

He wants you to model every piece for him. 

Jack 🦊♥️ God, you look gorgeous, baby. I hate that I can’t be there to see you in person. 

Babydoll 💕 I’ll model it for you–on and off.

Jack 🦊♥️ Sounds like a plan, babydoll.  Make sure you get more. I want to see you in every color that they have available.

Babydoll 💕 Okay Daddy☺️

The pictures from your end only increase. Each day of the week, you send Jack a new picture of you in new silk gowns and lingerie. He’s practically salivating in the breakroom with each glance at your pictures. Jack was so down bad that he’d save all of your pictures and had them all saved in a special album in his phone.

Babydoll 💕 I’m sad that you’re not here..☹️

Jack 🦊♥️ You’re killing me, baby😩 I promise I’ll make it up to you, Princess. Whatever you want, just name it & it’s all yours. 

Truthfully, it was killing Jack to not be close to you or to see you as frequently. He’s sitting in the breakroom when another message from you comes in. He opens it up and expects to see another picture of you there, but it’s an audio message. Since being with you, he has been more advanced in using his phone. That included sending little voice notes to you throughout the day and also receiving them.

He clicks play on the message, “Hi, daddy. I miss you so much, but it seems like you don’t miss me as much. So I just wanted to send you a little something to show you what you’re missing out on.” Jack catches the teasing lilt in your voice and listens in anticipation as you presumably move the phone. There’s quick rustling before he hears the distinct sounds of something wet and sticky.

Jack knows that sound.

He’s memorized it as well as his own schedule. His girl is playing with his other girl. He leans closer to the phone as if it’ll provide him with some kind of preview into what he’s missing. Your soft moan echoes through the AirPods, “Feels so good, but not as good as you feel.” 

Jack continues to listen to the wet sounds as you narrate your actions, “I just put two fingers in. You wanna hear how wet I am?” Jack feels like he could faint as the wet sloshing continues to sound in his ears. He can feel himself hardening in his scrub pants, and he desperately wishes it were the end of his shift. Just as he hopes to listen to more, the audio cuts off. 

He mourns the loss of hearing your sounds in his ears. He quickly presses “keep” and begins typing another message to you. Before he can send the message, three dots appear. He stops typing as your next message comes through. 

It’s a video. 

Jack looks around the empty breakroom and behind his shoulder before pressing play on the video. As the video plays, you’re sitting there in your pretty pink lingerie, and you flash the camera across the mesh cups. He can vaguely see your nipples through the material. 

You move the camera down to show your bare and wet center. He swallows roughly at the sight of your wet folds gripping your fingers. You pull your fingers back to show Jack the juices that are covering your digits. He feels parched at the idea of not having a taste of you. 

You point the camera back at your face with a very sweet, yet mischievous smile.

Then the video ends.

Jack concludes that at the end of his shift, he won’t be picking up any more day shifts, and he’s definitely making more time in his schedule for you.

Today’s one of those day that Jack and Robby love. 

A day off. 

Or as Dana likes to call it, “their old man day.” Jack closes the fridge as he brandishes two beers in his hand. He slides one to Robby as he takes his seat on the couch. Both men sit back with relaxed smiles on their faces as they take bites from their sandwiches and sip from their beers. 

Honestly, what could be better?

“Any plans for tonight, old man?” Robby asks, wiping the mayo from his mouth.

“Yeah, I’m taking my girl out tonight. We haven’t had a chance to spend as much time together as I’d like.”

Robby pauses, that familiar frown overtaking his face. He quickly replaces it by smiling tensely, “That’s still a thing?”

Jack frowns as he takes a sip from his beer, “Yes, it’s still a thing, Robby. Why?”

Robby shrugs, plopping another chip into his mouth, “Just curious, is all. And what app did you say you met her on again?”

“Just a regular app,” Jack responds, sipping from his beer. 

“Look, Jack, I’m not trying to be a dick. I’m just being protective. It’s been what…5 years since you and Joanna divorced? I’m just trying to look out for you, man. You know how these young girls can be.”

Jack’s head snaps over in Robby’s direction, “No, I actually don’t know how they are, Robby. Who don’t you tell me? Seeing as half of the women that you sleep with at the hospital are younger.”

Robby scoffs, “That’s not fair, and you know it. I mean, what do you even know about her? What conversations are you guys having? Are you sure that she’s not just after your money?”

It’s this statement that strikes a nerve in Jack’s chest. He thinks back to the origin of your relationship. The very grounds of your relationship started on financial terms. He’d take care of you, and in return, you’d spend time with him. Viewing the terms of your relationship in this way, in the way that Robby insinuates, makes the beer taste stale in his mouth.

Internally, he knows that you’re not like that. This is just about money to you. You actually care about him, and you actually like him. Jack thinks of all the moments that you spend together where he doesn’t buy you anything. Actually, Jack takes a step back and realizes that you rarely ask him for things. If anything, you’re content with just being around him, even if it means eating takeout food and watching Law and Order: SVU reruns. 

Which is why he quickly pushes any doubt out of his mind with his relationship with you.

“She’s not a gold digger. In fact, this is the happiest that I’ve been in a while, and to add on, I really don’t appreciate you insulting my girl like that. The age gap is fine between us. If you have a problem with it, then that’s your prerogative, man.” 

With that, Jack takes the moment to sip from his beer again as he turns his gaze to the game on the TV.

If there’s one thing that Robby hates, it’s having Jack be mad at him. Not that he’d ever openly reveal that information. 

“Listen, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to disrespect your relationship. I’m always looking out for your best interests, Jack. I’ll lay off,” Robby states, staring anxiously at the TV. 

Jack only nods and continues watching the game. He has a lot on his mind. 

You’re at a dinner party. Not just any party. 

Michael Robinavitch’s dinner party. Jack’s best friend. 

The same man who keeps giving you a questioning look across the table and smiles tensely at you whenever you’re involved in the conversation. You aren’t stupid. You can tell when someone doesn’t like you. It doesn’t take your background in psychology to put those facts together. 

Michael Robinavitch, or “Robby” as Jack so fondly calls him, has beef with you. 

Why?  

Maybe he was jealous. Maybe he’s been harboring some secret boner for Jack for the past twenty years of their lives, and he’s mad that you’re bouncing on Jack’s dick every night. 

Whatever the case may be, you try to take the high road and ignore the incessant nagging in your head whenever Robby shoots you a look. 

It also doesn’t help that no one else appears to notice the looks that he’s giving you. It makes you feel even more uncomfortable because you feel like you’d look like a total bitch if you brought it up to Jack. 

From beside you, Jack turns his head to look at you. He lowers his voice, “You good? You seem kind of tense.” 

“Just nerves,” you lie. However, it’s not a complete lie. You are a bit nervous, but you can’t be open about why you’re nervous. 

Jack presses a quick kiss to your temple, “You say the word, and we’ll leave.” 

It makes your heart clench, and you get that gooey feeling again. You’d been getting that gooey feeling a lot more throughout the course of your relationship with Jack. You definitely weren’t ready to acknowledge what those feelings meant. 

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to have to leave early because of me.”

“Babydoll, your care and comfort matter to me. Whenever you’re ready, we can leave. Robby will understand.”

You smile tensely and quickly peck his lips. Unfortunately, you definitely don’t think that Robby would understand, especially with the dark look that he gives you as Jack kisses you again. 

“M’gonna go get another drink. Do you want one?” You ask. 

Jack nods, “Yeah. Thanks, honey.” He presses another kiss to your lips before you rise to enter the kitchen. You subtly tug at your dress as you walk into the kitchen. 

Grabbing the bottle of champagne, you tilt it to fill your cup. You navigate around the counter to start pouring Jack another glass of whiskey. 

“You having fun?”

You jump at the sound of Robby’s voice from behind you. You turn to look at the older man as he leans against the doorway. You’re not blind. Michael Robinavitch is an objectively attractive man, but to you, he doesn’t compare to Jack. 

You smile. It’s that same fake smile that you had worked on for years, especially when dealing with people who don’t like you. In a career like yours, you had to know the art of the fake smile.

“Yeah, thanks for inviting me, by the way,” you respond, trying to downplay the awkwardness.

Robby moves from the doorway to stand on the other side of the counter. “S’no problem at all. Especially with you being Jack’s girlfriend and all.”

He chuckles, “Or are we still using that in 2026? Girlfriend? Or do you prefer to be called Jack’s partner?”

It doesn’t occur to you that there isn’t a title on your relationship with Jack. Well, he’s your sugar daddy. You’re his girl, or his babydoll as he so affectionately likes to call you. 

You take a sip from your drink, “Girlfriend is fine.” 

Robby pulls the bottle of whiskey to himself, “You know, I’ve noticed a real change in Jack. He likes you a lot. I didn’t think that after his divorce, he’d ever date again. Figured they’d find their way back together again.”

You shrug, “None of my business. I can not focus on what Jack and I have now.”

“What is it that you and Jack have? Do you love him? What’s the long-term here?” Robby inquires, swirling the drink around. 

You swallow harshly. You hadn’t thought of the long-term. You and Jack had both agreed early on to keep things in the present and to enjoy it. Now your mind can’t help but go to the future. 

What would that look like? Would Jack just continue to be your sugar daddy forever? Did he want to keep this going long-term? 

Your thought filter back over to what Robby mentioned about Jack’s ex-wife? In his defense, he’s known Jack for years. Surely, he’d know Jack the best.

What if he did want to get back with his ex-wife? 

That bitter nagging crawls up from your belly and settles in your chest. You take another sip of champagne to quell the burn. 

Robby clocks your discomfort. 

“I didn’t mean to infer anything. I can see that question stumped you. You see, I just care about Jack because he is my best friend. I’d hate to see him get his heart broken. I’d also hate to see you get hurt, sweetheart. I mean, you’re a pretty girl, but Jack’s always been attracted to girls who need help. He’s a bit fickle that way. He likes girls who need to be saved. I’m just worried that he’ll leave you high and dry in the end,” Robby explains, locking eyes with you. 

He leans across the counter and beckons you forward, “Just between us. A lot of the Pitt had their money on him and Samira a few months ago. They were really close.”

Robby watches in satisfaction as your expression drops. You may have been good at hiding it at the table, but he knows what buttons to press with girls like you. 

Girls who are so eager to be saved. 

He lightly taps the counter as he grabs his drink, “Oh, before I forget, Jack likes two cubes of ice in his drink.” You look down at the drink where you’d only poured the whiskey. 

You didn’t even know what Jack liked. The thought sends another wave of insecurity through your body. 

Robby starts to exit the kitchen before calling your name. He gives you a fake smile of his own, “Thanks for coming.”

When you make it back into the living room with everyone else, laughter spills throughout the room. Your eyes go to Samira, who is sitting next to Jack. That bitter acid churns in your stomach. 

Robby catches your look. 

You walk over to Jack and sit on the other side of him. You hand him the drink with the added ice cubes. 

“Thank you, babydoll,” He states, pulling you into his side. He catches the look on your face and frowns.

“You okay?”

“Um..not really. I’m not really feeling good at the moment. Do you mind if we leave?”

“Course. You wanna stop by the pharmacy for a few things?”

“No, it’s just a little headache. I think I just need to lie down,” You reply. 

Jack nods, “Yeah. Let’s get you home.” 

You both stand from the couch, and you try not to shrink at all of the different gazes on you.

“You’re leaving already, Abbot?” Shen teases. 

“Yeah, my girl and I are heading home. No need to be jealous, Shen,” Jack fires back before blowing a kiss at the man. 

Shen laughs and pretends to catch it. He turns his gaze to you, “It was nice seeing you again! Be sure to keep him in line.”

For the first time tonight, you genuinely smile, “I definitely will. Someone has to keep this cowboy in line.” Shen laughs loudly. 

“Okay, come on before the two of you start to conspire against me,” Jack said, placing an arm around your waist. 

You both say your respective goodbyes to everyone. You try not to wince when Samira gets up to hug Jack. As you and Jack walk to the door, Robby follows you both out. 

“You two kids get home safely. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Robby calls out as he leans against the door. 

Jack scoffs, “That list must be mighty short, brother.” He pulls Robby into a hug before moving back to stand at your side. 

Robby’s eyes flicker to you, “Nice to see you again.” Before you can think about it, the older man pulls you into a hug. It’s the most awkward experience of your life. 

As Jack drives away from Robby’s house, you can’t help but notice the way that your thoughts race. Even when Jack reaches to intertwine your fingers with his and kisses your fingers, you still can’t ease your thoughts. 

He pulls into the front of your apartment. He’s about to get out to follow you inside when you turn to him, “Hey, is it okay if I sleep alone tonight? I know that we had different plans, but I’m just not really feeling good. I wouldn’t want to pass it to you.”

Jack frowns, “You sure you don’t want me to watch you? I mean, I’m a doctor and all.” He smiles at you at the end of the sentence.

You laugh softly, “No, it’s alright.” 

In the short period of time that Jack’s known you, he’s grown spectacularly well at reading you. He knows that something’s wrong, but he also knows not to press people before they’re ready to talk. 

“I’m fine with that, sweetheart. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?” 

“I will.”

You and Jack exit the truck as he walks you to the front door of your apartment. Before you can put the code in for your building, he pulls you closer. Jack looks to you for permission before pressing his lips against yours. 

He kisses you like he’s afraid of losing you. The thought makes your knees weak. 

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Jack asks, holding your fingers between his.

“Yeah, we still have to watch Love Island together,” you joke. 

Jack chuckles. You’d put him on Love Island, and he was gladly invested in the show just as much as you were.

“Course, we do. We can order takeout too. Goodnight, sweetheart.” He leans forward to press another kiss to your lips. You want so desperately to ask him to come up, but you can’t get Robby’s words out of your head. 

Jack watches you enter your apartment sorrowfully. He’s a lot more attached to you than he thought he was. 

“What a lame ass nigga!” Sasha yells as you finish recounting the events of the night at Robby’s house. 

“Sasha, he made me feel so cheap and like I meant absolutely nothing to Jack,” You comment.

Sasha’s gaze softens as she takes in your body language on the couch. She slides in next to you and pulls you into a hug. 

“I’m sorry he made you feel like that. Look, I’ve seen the way that you and Jack are around each other. That man is down bad for you, sis. I don’t think that this is just a game to him.” 

She pauses, “Did you mention any of this to Jack?”

“No, I thought about it, but then I just got scared. I mean, Robby’s his best friend. How exactly was I going to broach that subject?”

Frankly, you were scared to broach the subject because you were scared of the conversation. What if this all was just something casual to Jack, and he was still harboring feelings for his ex-wife? What if he were taking care of Samira in the same way that he was taking care of you? 

The thought makes your throat feel tight. 

“I can see you spiraling, but listen, Jack is a grown man. It’s best to go ahead and have the conversation with him now. Don’t let that sit and fester. It’ll only hurt you more,” Sasha said. 

You take a deep breath. She’s right. You’re grown now, so you have to get comfortable with having those uncomfortable conversations. 

“You’re right. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

The next evening, Jack comes over to watch Love Island. He places his bag in your bedroom and turns to you to connect his lips to yours. 

“I missed you,” Jack states, staring down at you. 

You cup his face in your hand, “I missed you too.” 

For a moment, you both just allow yourselves to stand in place as Jack pulls you into another kiss. His hands trail down to cup your backside in his hands. His lips move to your neck, where he starts sucking gently. 

You can feel the heat spreading throughout your body as you lean into Jack’s touch. You giggle at the scratch of his stubble, “Jack, we’re gonna miss Love Island.”

Jack continues kissing your neck, “Baby, the villa isn’t leaving us. Just let me appreciate my girl for a second.”

He ushers you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. You both continue to tongue each other down as you grind along Jack’s lap. He slouched and let out a wince against your lips. 

You pull back, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just my leg is killing me after today,” He replies. 

You slide off his lap and move to kneel in front of him. Jack is about to protest until you shush him. He watches closely as you take off his prosthetic with perfect precision. You even take the initiative to go grab a warm towel to rub on the limb. 

Jack throws his head back and groans at the feeling of your fingers massaging his leg. 

You look up at him, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, babydoll. You’re doing perfect.” 

He takes the time to admire the absolute care that you’re putting into taking care of him. He knows that this whole arrangement started with him taking care of you, but he notices that you also enjoy taking care of him as well. The fact that you had memorized the whole routine in removing his prosthetic means more to Jack than you know. 

When you finish, you move to cuddle back into his side. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, “Thank you, baby. That meant more than you could ever know.”

“Anytime, daddy.” 

Before you and Jack can fully lock into Love Island, you pass him his crutches as he goes to the bathroom. Before he leaves, he passes his phone to you, “Order us something, honey. Whatever you want.” 

“Okay,” You chirp back. 

You slide across the apps on Jack’s phone so that you can get to the DoorDash one. You stop in your tracks when you swipe across the screen and notice the “Sugar and Spice” app still on his phone. Why’d he still have the app on the phone if he was only supposed to be seeing you? Did this mean that he was seeing other people? 

Jack’s phone buzzes in your hand, and you honestly just want to break down and cry.

Samira Mohan

Thanks again for the other night. ♥️

to be continued….

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You’re awakened by the feeling of Jack’s stubbled face pressing kisses to yours. He presses another kiss to your cheeks before pulling your lips into a kiss. You smile into the kiss as your eyes flutter open. Jack looks down at you with a wide grin, “Good morning, Princess.”

“Good morning, baby,” You said, pressing your lips against his again. 

You both look down at the end of the bed as Princess patters into the room before looking up at the two of you. She barks lightly before jumping up against the bed. Due to the height of your and Jack’s bed, along with the fact that your poor baby is so small, you often have to lift her into the bed. 

You scooch to the end of the bed before scooping Princess into your hands. As you lie back down on the pillow, she plops down between you and Jack before letting out more small barks. Princess settles against your side as she watches Jack curiously. 

He laughs in response before running a hand through her fur, “What’s got you so excited today, pretty girl? You know that mommy and daddy are about to get married?”

Jack’s words bring a rush of excitement and nerves to your stomach. The nerves aren’t bad. In fact, you’re ecstatic. After all of the things that you and Jack have been through together, you were now officially about to become Mr. and Mrs. Jack Abbot. You were about to be a married woman in less than three days. 

You look at Jack and find that he’s already looking at you with a goofy smile of his own. He grabs your hand, where your engagement ring sits. He runs his fingertip across the ring before looking at you, “We’re about to be married, baby. The rest of our lives together.”

“It’s us forever, Mr. Abbot,” You reply, pulling his hand up to kiss his engagement ring.

“I like the sound of forever, Mrs. Abbot,” Jack said in return. 

Later in the morning, the two of you shower and check your luggage for the flight. You, Jack, and your wedding party are all supposed to be flying out to Massachusetts before taking the ferry to Oak Bluffs to your parents’ house, where the wedding will be held. You’d been very proactive at making sure that all of the Pitt crew put their PTO hours for the wedding weekend. 

Jack throws the last thing into his suitcase before turning to you, “You got everything you need, sweetheart?” 

You look down at the list in your hand before nodding, “Yeah, everything on my list is checked off. I have Princess’s bag packed and ready to go.” 

Princess trots past you and Jack to sit by the door. It appears that you and Jack weren’t the only ones excited about you getting hitched. Princess had been a ball of energy the entire week, and even more when she noticed you and Jack packing. 

When you mentioned that all of her favorite men would be there, you’d never seen her bark louder. 

You and Jack make your way outside to start loading up his truck before setting the alarm on the house and locking the doors. You both enter the truck, along with Princess, who sits content in the backseat.

Jack grabs your hand across the armrest and turns to you, “I can’t wait to see you in your dress. I know you’re gonna be so beautiful.”

A smile crosses your lips, “I think you’re gonna love it. My mom has it with her at the house.”

Your mother and father had opted to fly out early to the house in Oak Bluffs to make sure that it would be all ready for everyone’s arrival. Plus, they wanted to ensure that everything was in line for your and Jack’s big day. 

Slight nerves pick up in your stomach at the thought of anything going wrong. Jack notices you biting your lip, “Hey, what’s wrong, Princess?” 

“What if something goes wrong? What if it rains? What if my dress doesn’t fit? You did say that I was getting thicker. What if I’m too thick for my dress?”

Jack chuckles, “Baby, it’s gonna be fine, I promise. I’ve been checking the weather all week. No storm clouds in sight. The dress is going to fit perfectly. You said that you and Monique did final alterations last week. This weekend, I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself. This is your special day, okay?”

He gives you a calming look before motioning for you to take a deep breath. You take a few deep breaths as the nerves disappear. You smile at Jack before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you, baby.”

“S’no problem, sweetheart. All I need you to do is show up and look beautiful.”

You pretend to flick your hair over your shoulder, “Well, obviously, I can do that, Jack.” 

He laughs as you both chat idly. Soon, you pull up to the airport. Jack unloads your bags from the car as you grab Princess. You both check in as you go to your terminal. As expected, Dennis, Jesse, and Jaylen are already sitting. 

You all exchange hugs with each other before you look over to Jaylen, “Dang, Jay, you getting thick back there. Jesse, you feeding my sister good?” 

Jesse smirks, “She’s definitely been eating good.” He sends Jaylen a wink, and she rolls her eyes as you dap Jesse up. 

“We’ve gotta do a Pilates class while we’re here, Jesse,” You said, plopping down next to him on the airport seat. 

He nods, “I’m down. I heard they have really good beach classes.” You both look at Jack, Dennis, and Jaylen. “You guys should join us.”

“I’m down,” Jaylen replies, cuddling into Jesse’s side. He presses a kiss to the crown of her head in response.

“Count me out. My back isn’t equipped for Pilates,” Jack announces from your other side.

You smack your lips, “Jack, you do naked yoga all the time, but you won’t do Pilates.” 

You catch everyone’s eyes widening as Jack chuckles, “Well, I’m at home when I’m doing that, honey. Can’t exactly do naked Pilates.”

You smirk, “I think we can arrange that, but it’d have to be a private class with just the two of us.”

Jaylen and Dennis make gagging noises while Jesse laughs. 

“Sup whores. Who’s doing private classes?” Kiara asks, walking up with her luggage. 

Jaylen points at you and Jack, “They are, but I don’t think you wanna be there. It’s clothes off, apparently.”

Kiara shoots you and Jack a look of disgust, “Y’all some freaks. Save all that nasty talk for after the wedding when y’all are making me a niece or nephew.”

Dennis chuckles at the quip, which catches Kiara’s attention. She slides beside Dennis before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Hey, big daddy. You ready for me to slut you out this weekend?”

You all watch as Dennis’s face turns red and he starts stuttering over a response. Truthfully, the relationship between Dennis and Kiara was an interesting one to watch for sure. You knew that they both liked each other, but you also knew that Kiara had major commitment issues. You were invested in seeing where everything panned out for her and Dennis. 

Kiara pats Dennis’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about it, Dennis. We’ve got all weekend to work it out.” She sends him a wink before venturing off to get a coffee. Thirty minutes later, you all board the plane and take your respective seats. Seeing as this is Princess’s first flight, she behaves better than you and Jack expect. She mostly spends her time floating between making Jack, Dennis, and Jesse hold her. She doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s taking all three of your men’s attentions for herself. 

But that’s your baby, and you’re standing beside her.

Robby and the rest of the PTMC crew won’t be arriving till later in the day, after their shift ends. Most of your family has already started trickling in for the wedding, and you expect that Jack’s army buddies will be there tomorrow. So far, everything is going according to plan.

After the flight lands in Massachusetts, the six of you and Princess load up in your rental cars before making the journey to the ferry that’s going to drop you all off at the island. From there, you’ll make the drive to your parents’ home.

Everything flows seamlessly as you board the ferry. You watch the waves and can’t contain your excitement when you see the island appearing. Your family often took many trips to the Bluffs, especially for the summer. It was always nice coming here with your family and having one big cookout for the summer. You, Kiara, Jaylen, and your cousins would bike all around the island. You were happy that you were able to share this place with Jack, along with the fact that you would both be sharing your big day here. 

Jack drives through the streets as you give him directions to the house. Jesse, Jaylen, Kiara, and Dennis were all driving in the other car, as Jesse had opted to play designated driver. Pulling up to the house, you’re greeted by your parents standing outside, waving at you. 

Exiting the car, you and your sisters give your parents hugs. 

“Dang, I was hoping me and ya daddy would get some more time to be nasty,” Your mom said. 

“Mama, don’t nobody wanna hear that!” Kiara said, pretending to throw up. 

“I’m just being honest with y’all. I had to let y’all know that I’m still laying it down. Why do you think it’s three of y’all?”

Behind you, Jesse and Jack snicker. Your father shakes his head at your mother’s antics, but laughs regardless. You know that he loves the fact that your mother is so open and honest about her feelings. 

Your mom peers at Jack, Jesse, and Dennis, “Hey, my babies. Come give me some love.” She opens her arms for them to give her hugs. One by one, all three men hug your mother while pressing quick kisses to her cheeks. She holds Dennis longer at the end before looking him up and down, “Lord, you still skinny, baby. Come on, let’s go get you something to eat before you fly away.”

Kiara smirks, “I got something he can eat.” 

Your father’s head snaps in her direction, while she grins mischievously. “My bad, daddy.” 

You all enter the house with your luggage, while you let Princess down so that she can start wandering the house. It’s not too long before she has your dad picking her up. You grab Jack’s hand and usher him upstairs to the room. 

“This is where we’ll be staying. Since this is our big day, my mama and daddy decided to give us the biggest room,” You explain. Jack looks around the room with a clear expression of being impressed.

“This is an amazing house. You spent all of your summers here?”

“Mhmm. We’d come out here early so that we could spend time together as a family, then the rest of our family would come a bit later. I know you’ll love it here.”

Jack nods before pressing his lips against yours, “Of course, I’ll love it here. Anywhere that you are, I’m always going to be happy. Maybe we should look into investing in a property here. I know you said you wanted a lake house. It’d be good for us and any kids we have.”

Jack’s words make you turn to face him fully. You stand there staring into his hazel eyes for the longest time with a soft smile on your face. He gives you the same look in return before both of his hands come up to cup your face, “I meant what I said about forever, sweetheart. You’ve always been it for me since the beginning. I know that things haven’t always been easy for us, but I’m glad that I get to wake up every day and see you beside me. I can’t wait to marry you and spend forever together.”

Tears sting in your eyes as you lean into his touch, “I love you so much, Jack. Thank you for loving me and showing me how good it feels to be loved by you.” 

You both stand in the middle of the room, holding each other. The door is cracked open a bit as Jaylen walks up the stairs to get you and Jack. She stops as she witnesses the moment between you and Jack. She smiles before deciding against interrupting your moment. She’s happy to see you and Jack be so in love with each other. 

She thinks back to her own relationship with Jesse and the rising feelings that are there. She thinks back to the other night when Jesse told her that he loved her and how she stalled. However, she knows without a doubt that she does love Jesse. 

But now, she needs to find a way to tell him.

Later in the day, more of your family has started trickling in. Your grandmother walks into the house with a man trailing behind her. Everyone gives her a look as you all try to decipher which of her men she brought this weekend.

“Hey, Granny, who’s this?” Jaylen asks, finally breaking the ice.

“This is Daniel. He’s the one that I was telling you all about. He owns one of the soccer teams in Argentina,” your grandmother answers. Truthfully, Daniel is fine as wine. For the man to be in his seventies, it’s clear that he’s keeping up with his appearance. You all could tell that he was definitely a problem back in the day, and you don’t doubt that he still doesn’t have women, old and young, thirsting over him.

But by the way that he’s looking at your granny, you can tell that he’s hooked on her.

Daniel smiles politely at all of you, “It’s nice to meet you, all. Henrietta speaks fondly of all of you.”

Kiara looks over at you and Jaylen before mouthing, “Damn, he fine.” You both nod in agreement. Not only that, but his voice was sexy as well. Your grandmother sure knew how to pick ‘em. Your father and uncles pull Daniel into a conversation, while your grandmother comes to sit between the three of you. 

“He must be your favorite hoe, grandma?” Kiara asks, a teasing tone in her voice.

Your grandmother smirks, “For now. He’s supposed to be taking me to Argentina after the wedding. Got me sitting in the big box for one of the soccer games.”

“I wanna be like you when I grow up, Granny,” You said with a laugh.

Your grandmother smiles, “Seems like you already are. My grandson-in-law hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he sat down. You got that boy far gone. Same with the two of you–Jaylen and Kiara. Jaylen, that boy’s been looking at you with hearts in his eyes. Kiara, the little twiggy boy over there, keeps shooting eyes your way. Seems like y’all need to be thanking me for giving y’all game.”

In response to your grandmother’s comment, the three of you turn to look at the men. Sure enough, Jack’s eyes find yours, and he smiles at you. Jesse is staring back at Jaylen like he’s ready to worship her. Kiara blows a kiss at Dennis, who blushes and sends her a small wave. She chuckles in response. 

“Can we go to the kitchen?” Jaylen asks. You all nod before walking into the kitchen. 

Your grandmother pours herself a glass of wine and sits down in one of the chairs. Jaylen bites her lip and looks at you all nervously. Your grandmother frowns, “If you’re pregnant, you might as well go ahead and spit it out. I knew I was dreaming about some fish.”

Jaylen’s eyes widen as she stutters, “Grandma, I’m not pregnant!”

Your grandmother eyes you and Kiara, to which you both shake your heads.

“Nobody’s pregnant, but I do have a situation. Jesse told me that he loves me the other day,” Jaylen announces with a big sigh.

“That’s great, Jay,” Kiara said before she clocks the tense look on her face.

“You didn’t say it back,” your grandmother states, sipping from her glass.

Jaylen shakes her head, “I didn’t. He said it, and I just kind of looked at him and smiled. And you wanna know the worst part? He didn’t even look offended that I didn’t say it back. He told me to take all the time that I need.” She sighs before dropping her head in her hands.

“Well, do you love him?” You ask, leaning forward over the counter.

“I do. I love him so much. I don’t think I’ve felt like this for someone in a while.”

You all can hear the worry and fear that’s present in her voice. You all can remember how torn up she was by the last situation. Your grandmother leans forward to place her hand over Jaylen’s, “Now, I know that other boy hurt you somethin’ awful. But you deserve love, and you deserve to be loved just as much as anybody else, Jaylen. That young man out there looks like he would give you the stars if you asked for them. Don’t let someone else’s choices stop you from being happy. If there’s one thing I can teach all of you is that life is too short for you not to experience it all. Love. Happiness. Sadness. You let yourself be loved by that man, Jaylen, and you love him back. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just needs to work for the two of you. You tell him when you’re good and ready, but from my point of view, you’re more than ready, honey.”

Jaylen’s misty eyes meet your grandmother’s before she nods in agreement. She smiles at all of you, “Thank you. I didn’t mean to get all sappy during your wedding weekend.”

You wave her off, “Girl, you’re my sister. Plus, this is the exact weekend to be sappy. But I know Jesse, and I know that he won’t mess this up. We’re gonna have fun this weekend and go with the flow.”

Kiara nods, “Yeah, we’re gonna get so turnt, I might just slut Dennis out.”

“I might just let Daniel slut me out too,” Your grandmother states, taking another sip of her wine.

The three of you all start laughing in the kitchen, even though you know your grandmother is dead serious.

You and Jack go to pick up Robby, along with the rest of the Pitt crew, who’d taken off for the wedding. It was mostly just Dana, Santos, Samira, and Ellis. Shen had offered to hold down the fort while everyone else took off. 

Robby whistles as you all pull back up to the house, “This is nice. Might have to look into investing in some property here.”

“I said the same thing, brother,” Jack responds.

“You know, if I’d known that my wife had a house like this. I would’ve stolen you from Jack sooner,” Dana quips from the back. 

You laugh, “There’s still time for us to run away, Dana. Just say the words.” She sends you a wink in return. Jack chuckles before looking at Dana in the mirror, “Do we need to tussle it out before the wedding, Evans?”

“Trust me, Abbot, I’d have you on the ground before you could say ‘I do.” 

The entire car lights up with laughter. Although you really don’t doubt Dana’s words. Jack had mentioned to you many times that Dana has had to rock somebody’s world in the ER. Arriving at the house, you help everyone with their luggage before ushering them to their respective rooms in the guest house. Tonight would be a chill dinner night before you all went out tomorrow for your bachelor/bachelorette party. 

You and Jack had opted to combine your parties instead of having them separate. Unlike a lot of men, Jack didn’t feel the need to have a bachelor party with strippers; the only one that he wanted to have twerking in his face was you. He’d gladly drop a bag of money if you decided to go that route. 

Later in the evening, everyone is dressed for dinner, and you all sit around the big tables that your parents had brought out for the weekend. Your parents had opted to get the dinner catered instead of cooking to make the night calmer for everyone. Throughout dinner, everyone chatted idly with each other. It was nice seeing you and Jack’s family and friends intermingle with each other. 

Your father stands from his chair, and all eyes go to him. He smiles at everyone, “Hello everyone, my wife and I would like to thank you all for coming out this weekend to celebrate our daughter and Jack. We’re both delighted to have you here. To my baby girl, it’s been an honor watching you grow into such a strong and independent young woman. To Jack, thank you for loving my daughter and being the man that I’d always hoped that she’d end up with. I love you both. Cheers.” 

Everyone raises their glasses in response and clinks glasses with one another. 

By the end of the night, everyone goes back to their respective rooms. Princess trots behind Robby, and it’s apparent that she plans on spending the night in his room. You and Jack shower before lying in bed with each other. Your head is pressed against Jack’s chest, and you listen to the rhythmic beat of his heart. 

You look up before connecting your lips with Jack’s. In response, he curls a hand around the back of your neck as your lips move against each other’s. 

“I love you so much, Jack.”

“I love you too, Princess.”

The next morning, everyone crowds around the kitchen to get breakfast and coffee in their systems. Jack cuddles you to his side while he sips from his coffee cup. Princess trots down the stairs before standing in front of you and Jack. Jack reaches down to scoop her up and into his lap. She barks excitedly at you both. 

“Somebody’s really excited. All of your men are in one house, pretty girl,” You said, to which Princess barks in response. 

“She’s spoiled,” Jack mutters from beside you.

“And whose fault is that?”

He chuckles, “Definitely mine, but Robby, Jesse, and Dennis aren’t making it any better.”

Speaking of Jesse, he plops down in the other chair before pulling Jaylen to sit in his lap. 

“Hey, you still down for that pilates class?” You ask Jesse and Jaylen. They both nod. Soon, Kiara joins you all in the living room, followed by Robby and Dennis.

“Are you coming with us to pilates?” You ask Kiara. 

She grumbles into her cup, “I guess. I gotta keep this body looking right before the wedding. Give Dennis something to stare at.” She winks at Dennis, who laughs.

“I’ll come too,” Dennis announces, which stuns you. He’s never been much of a pilates person, but you quickly deduce that it must be for Kiara. 

“Robby and I will stay here. Bond with your dad and uncles. I’m pretty sure your Uncle Mitchell has made me his permanent spades partner,” Jack said. 

“Okay, well, I’ll see when we get back. I think they’re planning a little cookout before we all go out tonight.” Jack nods before pressing a few kisses to your lips. 

You get up from the couch along with your sisters to go change. Not too much longer, all of you are out the door and down at the beach doing pilates. Dennis is standing next to you, wheezing at the exercises. You laugh, “Dennis, you could’ve said no.”

“No, I wanted to be here. I just didn’t realize how hard Pilates is.” He stares in front of him and swallows deeply at something in front of him…or rather someone. You glance in front of you, where Kiara is standing directly in front of Dennis. The man in question stares at your sister as if he could melt into the sand.

You lean over and drop your voice into a whisper, “You little dog. You came here to screw my sister with your eyes.”

Dennis gasps and stutters over his sentence before conceding when you give him a pointed stare. “Okay, fine, yes, I did come to admire her. But to be completely fair, I did come because you asked, and also, your sister is very beautiful.”

You smirk before leaning closer, “Dennis and Kiara sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I–“ 

Your little teasing session is abruptly cut off when Jesse spares a questioning glance in your direction. You angle your body towards his, “Dennis has a crush on Kiara.” 

Jesse gasps but gives Dennis a thumbs-up regardless. You both look at Dennis, “you should ask her out this weekend. She likes you, too.”

Dennis lifts an eyebrow, “Are you sure? I know she teases me, but maybe it’s just her way of being polite.”

“Trust me, my sister likes you. She only bullies men that she’s interested in. Go for it.”

“And you’re okay with me asking her out?”

“Of course! You’re my best friend, Dennis. My sister deserves someone like you, and quite frankly, I think you’d both be good for each other. Plus, you’d be stuck with me for life if you guys get married,” you said, turning your body to the next position. 

Dennis laughs softly, “We’re already stuck together for life.”

You nod, “Exactly, but this gives me extra insurance.”

You both smile at each other before his eyes flutter back over to Kiara. You watch as he appears to be in some kind of trance, and if this were a cartoon, there’d be hearts floating around his head by now. 

Dang, you were good at this matchmaking thing. Now you needed to put Robby on somebody.

Arriving back at the house, you can smell that the grill is fired up. You walk to the back and spot Jack and Robby standing at the grill with your father, with white towels slung over their shoulders. You laugh silently because your father and uncles have definitely made them a part of the “unc crew” now.

Jack spots you standing in the doorway, and his greedy eyes travel down your frame. He presumably tells your father and Robby that he’ll be back and makes his way over to you. 

“Hey, beautiful,” Jack states as he leans in to kiss you. 

“Jack, I’m all sweaty,” You said, laughing as he continues pecking your lips.

“And still I can’t get enough of you.” He replies, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

You smile before remembering that literally most of your family and Jack’s friends are present in the house. You grab Jack’s hand, and you both go upstairs to your room. Closing the door behind you, Jack twists your body to crowd you against the door. A low moan leaves your lips at the feel of Jack’s body pressed against yours. The older man kisses along your neck and licks a long stripe along the column of your neck. 

“Even sweaty, you taste good, baby,” Jack groans against your neck. 

You both still hadn’t had sex even after your little penance for him. It wasn’t that you both didn’t want to. You were very much desperate for each other, but your work schedules had been busy recently. Combined with the fact that you both were solidifying the last-minute details for the wedding. There just wasn’t much time to truly have each other the way that you both wanted. 

However, this weekend, you were fully prepared to slut your man out. You had a special surprise in mind for him.

Jack moves his head back to connect his lips with yours again. His tongue slithers into the warmth of your mouth while his hands travel down. Jack pulls back to kiss down your chest until he stops at your sports bra, which is wet from your earlier activities. Jack presses his mouth over the place where he knows that your nipple will be. He mouths at the material until it’s wet with his spit. 

You jump lightly at the sting of pleasure that shoots through your body at him biting down on your covered nipple. 

“I wanna see you, sweetheart,” Jack whispers, his tongue tracing your now pebbled nipples. 

Grabbing both sides of the sports bra, you lift the material over your head and drop it on the floor. Your nipples harden more in the cool air in the room. 

Jack takes a step back, “Now take off your shorts, baby. Keep your eyes on me.”

Never one to not be a good girl for Jack, you hook your fingers into the sides of the shorts before sliding them down your legs. You step out of them and stand before Jack in only a pair of cotton panties. Your body is appraised by Jack’s intense stare. He traces his eyes over every inch of you like he hasn’t seen it all before. 

As if reading your mind, he gives you a low chuckle, “I just wanna look at you, baby.” He moves closer and begins circling you like a predator. You can’t help the way that your thighs clench in anticipation of his next moves. You feel the heat radiating from his body first before he presses his body into yours. A hand comes to encircle itself around your neck and squeezes lightly. You feel dizzy already. 

Jack moves his mouth close to your ear before moving a hand across your stomach, “You’re so perfect for me, sweetheart. My perfect wife. I’m gonna make you so happy, you know that, right?” He presses his hand deeper into your stomach, “I’m gonna fill you up with me, and I can’t wait to see how round you are. My baby will be having my baby.”

Jack’s hand closes tighter around your throat. You gasp in his hold as his fingers make their way to your wet folds. Jack runs a finger across your pearl, and you grind down to keep receiving the pleasure from him. On instinct, you part your thighs to give the man more access to you. Jack takes the opportunity to slide his fingers down to your entrance before sliding them in. You whimper at the feel of his thick digits stretching and exploring your warm and wet walls. The only thing on your mind is Jack. The only thing that you can think of is how good he’s making you feel. The way that the heel of his hand is pressing into your clit. The way that his fingers are thrusting away into you, and how he keeps hitting that one spot that makes your eyes roll back. 

He’s consuming every part of you, and you’ll gladly let him. 

“Jack..” You whimper at feeling the burning increasing in your stomach. In response, Jack increases the speed of his fingers, but he places more emphasis on that spot.

The wet squelching in the room increases as Jack pulls your body tighter to his. You’re practically trembling in his hold, but he doesn’t let you get away.

“That’s it. There’s my girl. You’re gonna soak my fingers,” Jack mutters against your head. From his point of view, he watches how helpless you look in this moment. The way that your chest heaves and arches in his hold. He has complete control over you.

He grinds his hand down on your clit one last time, and you explode against his fingers. At the same time, he tightens his grip around your neck, specifically around the pressure points that he knows will increase your high. Your mouth is open wide in a silent moan as you shake and drench his fingers in your juices. You don’t even realize that you’re squirting and making an absolute mess. Your juices slip between Jack’s fingers and drip onto the floor. 

Jack releases your throat, and you gasp for breath of air. You turn your head to look at him in surprise. He just smirks and presses a kiss to your head, “Go take a shower. Cookout starts soon.”

He removes himself from you and licks his fingers clean before exiting the room.

You can only stand there staring after him in shock. Naked and wet between your thighs.

What a man.

After your shower, you make your way downstairs to the backyard, where everybody is. The cookout is in full swing, and it makes you smile to see everyone smiling and laughing. Kiara spots you first as you come out of the house, “Period, bride to be looking hella sexy. But why you look so frazzled?”

You give her a look, to which she starts laughing. “Dang, you and Jack can’t wait for anything. Honeymoon ain’t even here and y’all already slutting each other out.”

You shrug, “I can’t help that my man is sexy.”

“If you ask me, the whole Pitt crew is fine. It’s like they only hire baddies to work at the hospital. I mean, look at Dennis. Look at Robby. I’m feeling that whole pathetic doe-eyed beard thing he got going on,” Kiara said, taking a sip from her drink.

You both look over to Robby, who looks like he’s fitting right in with your family. Your Uncle Terry has him in a conversation, and it’s clear that they’re bonding. At one point, you and Kiara catch them both dapping each other up. 

“Anyways, let’s go get you a drink. We gotta pregame before tonight,” Kiara said, pulling you over to the drink table. 

You pour yourself a glass of wine before turning to look for Jack. You spot him across the yard with a few of your aunties, who are laughing hysterically like he’s hosting a comedy show. You cross the yard and place a hand on his shoulder. “My man got y’all over here laughing hard. Share with the class.”

Your aunt, Helena, takes a sip of her wine, “Your husband was just telling us about the beef that you and his neighbor had.”

You smack your lips, “I should’ve slapped that hoe.”

Jack wraps his arm around your waist, “No need to slap her baby. I think you got your message through very clearly.” He presses a kiss on your head. 

Your aunt, Marian, glances at you and Jack, “So, when are we getting some new babies in the family to spoil?” 

You and Jack both look at each other. You both knew that you wanted kids together, but you never put a timeline on when the babies would actually be made.

Jack chooses the moment to step in, “We haven’t set an exact date. We’re gonna enjoy being married first, and then we’ll give you the heads up for the babies.” 

“Alright now, baby, don’t wait too long. We need some chunky babies around here to kiss on,” Marian said. She glances off to the side and calls out Kiara’s name. 

“Auntie, don’t start asking me bout no babies!” Kiara yelled before running to your mom’s side. 

Soon, the food is done, and everyone crowds around the tables to eat. There’s a wide spread of ribs, chicken, steak, coleslaw, potato salad, macaroni, and more across the table. You’re about to go and make yours and Jack’s plate when he stops you, “I got you, baby.”

Everyone oo’s and ahh’s while you smile widely. He comes back with your plates before setting them in front of you. He sets a small plate on the ground for Princess. 

“Who made this potato salad?” Tre, your cousin, asks.

Everyone stops to look at him. He spoons another helping into his mouth before smirking, “I was just finna say they put their foot in it. I’m not that crazy, y’all.”

Snickers radiate from the table as your aunt, Sheila, points her fork at him, “ I was finna say. Cause I was putting this pedicure up yo ass!” 

“Auntie!” 

“My bad, y’all. That Whitney hitting,” Sheila said, taking another sip of her drink. 

At the end of the table, your uncle, Mitchell, looks at his wife, Gloria. “Gloria, why did you put this salad on my plate! I don’t want this!”

“Mitchell, you better eat that salad before I kill you myself.” 

“My bad, baby. You right.” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek. 

“I love your family,” Ellis states from across the table. 

The rest of the dinner continues with many jokes and laughs. Your mom makes it a point to let everybody know not to touch Jack’s banana pudding. 

You all chat idly as the food digests.

Suddenly, “Candy” by Cameo starts playing, and everybody starts cheering. Your Uncle, Mitchell, lifts his cup up to everybody. You grab Jack’s hand as everybody crowds the impromptu dance floor. Everyone begins to do the electric slide in tandem. 

Your cousin, Aaliyah, gives Robby an impressed look, “Okay, white boy, what you know about this?!”

Robby slaps the floor, “Sweetie, I’ve been doing the electric slide before you were even thought of!”

You and Jack make eye contact as everyone keeps dancing. Your uncle plays more classics like “Return of the Mack,” which Robby declares as his song. 

You and Jack dance together as you both sing “Can We Talk” to each other. Kiara goes over to the aux, and you almost fall out when she starts playing, “FDO.”

Robby and Jack both give each other looks. 

“This is dedicated to my brother-in-law and his ratchet friend.”

At the conclusion of the cookout, you all head back into the house to get ready to go out to the bar. 

“You look so cutesy sissy,” Kiara squeals as you exit from the bathroom. 

You had opted to wear a white two-piece with a small veil and a bridal sash. 

“Oooo, I see y’all dressing up for y’all men,” you teased back, looking at both of your sisters.

Kiara turns sideways before looking back at you and Jaylen, “Can y’all see my panties?”

Jaylen squints, “No, you must be wearing a thong?”

“Nope, I’m not wearing any at all.”

Jaylen frowns, “You so nasty.” 

“Jaylen, don’t start. You got that lil’ dress on so Jesse can have easy access.” 

Jaylen chuckles, “You right.”

The three of you leave the room as everybody exits to enter the living room. Your parents, along with your aunties and uncles, are already sitting on the couches. Dana sits beside your auntie, sipping on a glass of red wine. She had opted to stay in. 

Your grandmother and Daniel pass by. Your grandmother is dressed to the nines with her mink on. “Dang, Grandma, where you going?”

“My business ain’t yo business,” Your grandmother replies before waltzing out of the house with Daniel. 

“Okay, my babies, y’all all stay safe. Make good choices,” your mom said, pressing kisses to each of your cheeks, including Jack, Jesse, and Dennis.

Everyone loads up in the cars as Jack, Robby, and Jesse all play designated drivers. Pulling up to the club, you can hear the music thumping from inside. 

“You ready?” you ask Jack, pulling at your skirt. 

Jack looks you up and down hungrily. “I’m tempted to have my way with you before we go in, but I’ll control myself for now.”

He grabs your hand before you can exit the truck, “But best believe, I’m putting you through the mattress tonight, sweetheart.”

“I’m counting on it, daddy.”

Inside the club, it’s your kind of turn up. Jack keeps a possessive arm wrapped around your waist as you all navigate to your section. 

“You want a drink, baby?” Jack asks. 

“Yes, please,” you respond. He nods before he and Robby venture to get everyone’s drink. Dennis and Jesse follow along to help out. 

“This is my type of carrying on. I can feel myself ready to throw it back on somebody,” Kiara announced, much to everyone’s amusement. 

Surprisingly, it doesn’t take Jack and Robby long to come back with drinks. They distribute the shots amongst everyone while you all throw them back.

You wince at the burn of the liquor, but you feel yourself starting to loosen up. 

“Let’s dance,” You said before grabbing your sisters’ hands, along with Ellis, Santos, Aaliyah, and Samira. 

Jack watches the entire time, jumping around and twerking without a care in the world. 

“Big day’s tomorrow, brother,” Robby states, taking a sip from his glass.

“Yeah, it is. I can’t believe it’s finally here,” Jack replies softly. After a year of loving you, he was officially making you Mrs. Jack Abbot. 

Robby claps a hand down on his shoulder, “I’m proud of you, man, you deserve this.”

“You’re right. I do deserve this.”

Soon, Jesse slides a few shots over, “Courtesy of the bartender. Little birdie told him you were getting married.” The men at the table throw the shots back with loud groans. 

You slide back over to the table before grabbing Jack’s hands, “Come dance with me.”

Never one to tell you no, Jack follows you onto the dance floor. Jesse follows suit to go with Jaylen while Kiara drags Dennis out, but quite frankly, he’s right where he wants to be. 

Samira looks around nervously as everyone pairs up to dance. Tre chuckles lowly, “Come on, Princess. I’d never leave a pretty girl to dance alone.”

He gives her once over before biting his lip and guiding her into the crowd. You don’t even have to worry about Ellis, who’s managed to pull two baddies that are grinding on her. 

On the dance floor, you grind your body against Jack’s as he holds you close. His fingers skim over your bare skin as you undulate across the bulge growing in his pants. 

You gesture for him to lean down, “You ready for your surprise?” 

“What surprise?” 

You open your purse and dangle a room key in his face. Not just any key–a hotel key. 

“You got us a hotel room for tonight?” 

“Mhm, that’s where you get to do all of those nasty things that you’ve been promising me,” you said, smirking as Jack’s eyes grow darker. 

You grab his hand to start leading him to the door. You catch your sisters’ eyes and give them a wide smirk. 

“Freaks,” Kiara mouths to you, as she keeps throwing it back on Dennis. 

Robby stops Jack when you’re close to the door. He hands him a stack of ones, to which Jack gives him a look of confusion.

“It’s about $700. Consider it an early wedding gift,” Robby says, giving you a quick wink. 

Outside the club, the cool air causes you to shiver. Jack pulls your body closer before ushering you inside his truck. 

“Where are we heading, Princess?” 

“The Oak Bluff Hotel. It’s about five minutes away,” you answer. 

You guide Jack through the streets before he parks in front of the hotel. Stepping out, you both make your way past the front desk. The receptionist smiles at you, “Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Abbot. We hope you enjoy your stay.”

“We most definitely will,” You respond, pulling Jack along with you. 

He can’t contain the goofy grin that overcomes his face at the fact that you’re referring to yourself as Mrs. Abbot. In his mind and according to the state of Philadelphia, you were already Mrs. Abbot, but it made Jack burst with excitement to know that you were carrying the name with so much pride. 

“That last name sounds even better on you, Mrs. Abbot.” 

“Why, thank you, Mr. Abbot.” 

The elevator ride to the second floor is short, but the tension between you and Jack only continues to grow. You both stand on opposite sides of the elevator–staring each other down. Jack isn’t even bothering to hide how much he wants you. 

The dinging of the elevator breaks your eye contact before the two of you step off. Jack follows closely behind you as you stop in front of room three. Unlocking the door, you step aside to let Jack enter first. He gazes at all of the roses spread across the room, along with the bottle of champagne sitting in ice. In the middle of the floor, a chair sits in the midst of it all. 

Jack turns to look at you, “You did all of this?”

“Mhmm. I had a little help. I may have let it slip that we’re getting married tomorrow, and I wanted to do a little something special for you.”

You grab his hand and guide him to sit down in the chair. “You make yourself comfortable while I go change.” 

He nods at you, anticipation tingling through his body.

You close the door behind you and take out the to-go bag that contains the lingerie that you’re going to be wearing for Jack. You take extra special attention to apply oils to your body to make yourself shine. You spritz a few sprays of perfume on your skin. You intentionally chose the kind that you know that Jack loves the most. 

Jack’s gaze snaps to the bathroom as the door opens and you step out. He swallows roughly at the sight of you. You were standing in a matching deep red lingerie set, and to Jack, he’s never seen anyone more gorgeous. His eyes trail down your form, and he smirks at the sight of the matching leg garter that covers one of your thighs. 

You give him a seductive smile, “Hello, sir, I heard from your groomsmen that you didn’t want any strippers, but they sent me to be of service to you instead.”

“I gotta say, honey. You’re the only one that I want stripping for me, tonight,” Jack responds. 

You walk closer, “Is that right? Little birdie said that you’re getting married tomorrow? You think your missus will mind?”

You turn to reveal the thong in the back before bending over and wiggling your hips in Jack’s face. His eyes follow your backside in a trance, “No, sweetheart, I don’t think my wife will mind at all.”

You laugh softly before standing. You face Jack, “I think you owe me a little fee before we start. A girl’s gotta make her money somehow.”

Jack thinks back to the ones that Robby gave him and laughs before grabbing the stack. “You and Robby think you’re slick, huh?”

You nod, “Oh, for sure. But I think you want me to be the only one getting wet for you tonight.”

Jack grabs a few of the bills and slides them beneath the strip of your thong. You give him a wink before going to turn the music on. “Wicked Games” by the Weeknd begins radiating through the space. You saunter over to Jack before starting to roll your body. Your hands come up to grasp your breasts, and Jack craves to be the one to touch you.

You step closer to Jack and turn so that your ass is in his face again. You start twerking, and Jack honestly believes that he’s died and gone to Heaven. He can smell the sweet vanilla radiating from your body as you continue to move. You look back at him, “If you want to touch, you have to pay.”

Jack doesn’t even count money as he slides the bills on the other side of your thong. You sit down in his lap with your back to his chest. You lean forward and begin twerking in Jack’s lap. He’s entranced by the way that your backside looks, colliding with his thighs. You grab Jack’s hands in yours and move them to your breasts. Jack takes the opportunity to slide his hands under the bra and rolls your nipples between his fingers. 

You continue moving your hips along his as you feel him hardening beneath you. 

“Take it off,” Jack whispers against your ear. 

You nod before leaning forward to unclip the bra. The red material slides to the floor as the air hits your body. “I wanna see you,” Jack mutters.

You stand and turn to face him. 

“Don’t you want to take my little present off. Gives you practice for tomorrow,” You tell Jack, sticking your leg out. The garter sits pretty against your thick thigh. Jack gestures for you to put your leg up, and you slide it into his lap. His large hands come up to cup your thigh, and he begins pressing wet kisses there. He slides his tongue along your thigh while staring up at you. 

Your breath hitches as you feel his teeth grasping at the garter. Jack continues sliding the material down your leg until it dangles at your foot. His dark eyes find yours, “That’s how you want me to take it off, baby? It’s gonna be so hard knowing that your pretty pussy will be a few inches from my face and I can’t bury myself there.” 

He grasps your hips in his hands before pulling you onto his lap. You resume your grinding on his lap, whining your hips over his. Jack keeps his hands on your hips as he continues watching your body move. He reaches off to the side and grabs a handful of the ones to rain down over your body. 

“Look at you, sweetheart. Dancing all pretty for Daddy. I bet you’d look even prettier in diamonds.” Jack states as he continues raining money down on you. 

You lean forward before connecting your lips to Jack’s. You slide your tongue into his mouth as Jack groans softly. His hand travels up before gripping your curly hair. He pulls your head back, “How much to fuck you, sweetheart?”

You pretend to think it over, “For you, Daddy, it’s all free. Consider it an early wedding present.”

Jack chuckles before gripping your thighs and lifting you from the chair. He carries you over to the bed and drops you down before covering your body with his. 

Jack steps back to slide his shirt over his head. Your eyes trail down his body, which you’ve seen a million times at this point, but you’d never get tired of seeing Jack. You move to kneel in front of him and start pressing kisses around his chest. When you get to his nipple, you gently nip Jack, and he lets out a deep moan. He stops you from continuing by wrapping a large hand around your throat. Your wide, seductive eyes meet his. 

“You thought I forgot about your little penance, huh? You and Robby fucking in my face like two bitches in heat. It was hot, baby, it really was, but I think you and Robby both forgot that I’m the only one who could ever make your pussy sing,” Jack states, before pushing you back on the bed. 

You gasp in surprise at him ripping both sides of the thong crudely. He balls the wet material up in his hand before moving it to your mouth. “Open. I think you’ll need this unless you want to get a noise complaint.”

You open your mouth and greedily accept the wet thong filled with your juices. Jack kneels before you on the bed, kissing down your stomach before ghosting his breath across your mound. You spread your legs for Jack’s sight. He groans at the sight of your wet folds, “There’s Daddy’s pretty girl.”

You moan loudly into the fabric at the feel of Jack’s tongue licking a stripe up your center. Jack gathers the spit in his mouth before letting it leak down onto you. He slurps the spit back up as it combines with your juices. Your eyes cross at the feel of Jack’s mouth on you. His nose bumps crudely into your clit as he laps at your entrance. Jack looks up at you as he suctions his lips around your pearl. At the same time, he presses two fingers inside you and curls them against your spot.

As expected, the tears begin peaking at your waterline. Jack pushes your thighs to your chest as he continues eating you out. Your hands grip tightly at his greying hair. You whine as Jack lifts his face from your center. He brings a hand up and slaps it across your clit. You flinch at the feeling of pleasure and pain. Jack smirks as he does it again. He increases the speed of his fingers as the wet sounds of your pussy radiate through the room. 

“I know you’re close, Princess. Let go for me,” He brings his fingers down to rub at your clit. White, hot pleasure strikes through your body as your release hits. Jack continues moving his fingers and watches as the pleasure overtakes you. His favorite part of sex with you has always been seeing your pleasure-filled face. 

Jack removes the thong from your mouth, which is soaked with your saliva by now. 

“You look parched, baby. Let me get you a drink,” Jack said, crossing the room to grab the bottle of champagne. He pops the cork out and moves to stand in front of you. 

“Open,” He orders, voice gruff.

You tilt your head and stick your tongue out in response. Jack pours the liquor out as it splashes into your mouth. He watches as it fills up your mouth, and some spills out and trails down your tits. You swallow the liquor as Jack takes a swig for himself. Instead of swallowing, he holds his mouth over yours. Gently, Jack spits the liquor into your mouth before connecting his lips with yours. 

Soon, he plops his body down next to yours. 

You move to help him with removing his prosthetic. Despite the pure filth that’s going on in the room, there’s a moment of tender softness as you help Jack. You even take a moment to go grab a warm towel to wipe him down before pressing a kiss to his leg. 

Jack presses a kiss to your lips, “I love you so much, honey.”

“I love you too, Jackie.”

Your fingers go to his jeans, where you pop the button open before sliding the zipper down. Jack lifts his hips as you slide his jeans and underwear down his legs. His cock slaps against his stomach as the precum leaks from the tip. You’re about to go down on him when Jack stops you, “Baby, I’m close to blowing, and the only place I’m putting my cum is in you tonight.”

“Okay, daddy.” 

You position your hips over his and point his tip at your entrance. You and Jack both watch as he splits you open as you slide down his length. You moan as he bottoms out inside you. Lifting your hips, you thrust back down against Jack. He groans at the feel of your warm wall enveloping him. 

You get an idea before you start curving and winding your hips over Jack’s. A sharp groan leaves his mouth, “You’re spelling your name on me, baby?”

“Mhmm, you feel so good, Jack. So deep..” 

The sounds of your hips slapping against his, along with how wet you are, fill the room. If anyone were to pass by now, they would no doubt know what was happening in the room.

You let out a yelp of surprise as Jack flips you onto your back. He pushes your knees and your chest before he starts thrusting inside you. You pout as the pleasure continues increasing in your stomach. Jack groans at the sight of your white cream coating his dick. 

He places a hand around your throat again as his hips continue to slap against your thighs. 

“Jack, I’m so close,” You whine as the tears trail down your temple. Moving a hand down, Jack’s thumb rubs quick circles across your clit. He continues squeezing your throat, and without fail, you explode against him. Your body withers in pleasure as Jack keeps thrusting away. You feel like you’re floating outside your body. 

Feeling your walls close around him, Jack moans loudly as his own orgasm hits. He pumps you full of his warm release as he twitches inside you. A mini orgasm radiates through your body at the feel of his cum filling you up. You and Jack breathe deeply as you try to catch your breath.

Gently, he slides out of you as his cum starts trailing from you and onto the sheets.

Jack pulls you to his chest and presses a kiss to your forehead, “You never fail to surprise me, baby.”

“That move with the champagne was so hot. We gotta recreate that for the honeymoon,” You said.

“For sure.” 

You both sit in silence for a few moments as you trail your fingers along Jack’s chest. 

“We’re really doing it tomorrow,” You said, smiling up at Jack.

“Yeah, baby. We’re getting married tomorrow.”

A squeal leaves your lips as you pepper Jack’s face in kisses. He laughs in response but basks in your love and affection.

He gives you a soft look, “I can’t wait to see you coming down that aisle tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait to walk down to you.”

Tears fill Jack’s eyes as he thinks about it, “I love you. I’m gonna make you so happy for the rest of our lives.”

You press your lips against his, “You already make me happy, Jack. I love you too, baby.”

End.

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Dearest Lovergirls, It is with the greatest honor and pleasure that I announce the official wedding of our lovely couple, YN YLN and Jack Abbot. The happy couple has asked our team to present you all with official wedding invitations, which will be hosted in Oak Bluffs.

As you are all aware, we've watched this couple grow from their first accidental meeting at the ER to their first intimate moments with each other. You've all been there for every step of the way on this spectacular journey. I can't thank you all enough for being here and supporting them through it all. We've laughed, we've cried, we've made freaked-out comments about Jack Abbot, and some of us have even been placed in timeout. Nonetheless, we have made it to our big moment. Before our wedding chapter, we will have the wedding weekend, which will include all of the activities that our happy couple does before the big day. To reserve your seat for this special ceremony, I do ask that you RSVP either in the comments or by reblog! Thank you all so much. I look forward to seeing you all at the ceremony!

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Chapter I: A Case of the Mistaken Daddy

You walk into the daycare and greet the receptionist, Connie, at the front desk. 

“How’s she doing?” You ask, concern lacing your voice. 

“She’s a little down. She’s been throwing up and mostly lying around,” Connie explains, sympathy coloring her tone. This was one of the things that you enjoyed most about this daycare. They actually cared about the kids and valued them like they were their own. It wasn’t easy for you when you had to go back to work and put Nova into daycare. It’d been just the two of you for the first year of her life. 

Your parents and friends were great at helping you take care of her, especially since she was your first child. But you didn’t want to burden them with the responsibility of taking care of Nova when she was your daughter. Plus, it’d be pretty demanding trying to drive Nova out to your parents’ house early in the morning and then picking her up after work. 

No, you were an adult now, which meant you had to make adult decisions. You were thorough with your search for a daycare for your little girl. You’d seen enough horror stories to know that you needed to be careful about where you sent your baby.

You landed on Miss Sunshine’s. 

A daycare run by a woman named Ms. Berta Jones. The woman is the literal embodiment of sunshine and safety. You’d brought Nova along with you to meet the woman and her staff. Within five minutes of meeting Ms. Jones, Nova was sitting in the woman’s lap like she’d known her for ages.

It also helped that Miss Sunshine’s would be teaching Nova things like her ABCs, numbers, and other things all before she reached Pre-K. It was a done deal for you, and the price wasn’t bad either.

You had left work early to pick up Nova after you got a call that she was throwing up. You follow behind Connie as you spot Nova lying on her little cot. It breaks your heart to see your baby so down. 

You walk over and kneel in front of her, “Hi, Nova baby. I heard you aren’t feeling so good.”

Nova pouts at you, big tears filling her small eyes, “Mama.”

She reaches up for you, and you immediately take her into your arms. In return, she wraps her limbs around you and stuffs her face into your neck. You run a soothing hand up and down her back while whispering gentle words to her. Connie walks up and hands you Nova’s bag before smiling softly at the little girl, “I hope you feel better, Nova. We’ll be right here when you get back, okay?”

Nova gives her a weak smile in return, along with a small ‘mhm.”

Outside, you strap Nova inside her booster seat before starting the drive to her pediatrician. You spare fleeting glances back to her in the mirror to continue to monitor her condition. The anxiety inside you spikes up more at the helpless look on her face. Pulling into the parking lot, you carry Nova inside the doctor’s office before walking up to the front desk.

Amanda, the receptionist, whom you’d grown fond of, smiles softly at you and Nova. “Oh dear, I was so worried when you called to make an appointment for Nova. Dr. Ashmore is just wrapping up with a client. She’ll be ready for you two soon.”

“Thanks, Amanda,” you reply before going to take a seat. 

You look down at Nova as she plays with the necklace around your neck. “Hey lovebug, you wanna play games on my phone while we wait?”

Nova shakes her head. You know that she has to be feeling awful if she declines to see your phone. The fact only makes the nerves in your stomach worse. It’s only a few moments later that you’re called back by one of the nurses. You clutch Nova tighter to yourself as you walk to the back. The nurse gets all of Nova’s vitals. 

She places the thermostat in Nova’s mouth before waiting to hear the beep. You watch intensely as she holds the numbers up to her face and frowns. 

“What? Is there something wrong?” You ask. 

The nurse gives you a tense smile, “It appears that Nova’s temperature is at 108. That’s a very concerning temperature. I know that this is going to sound scary, but I need you to take Nova to the Emergency Room right now, okay? I know someone there, and I’ll call to let them know that you’re on your way and you need to be seen immediately.”

You feel lightheaded for a second. The words ‘108’ and ‘Emergency Room’ all send your blood pressure skyrocketing, but you know that you can’t panic in front of Nova. She’s probably scared enough as it is. 

You nod at the nurse, and you know that she can blatantly tell how scared you are. 

She grabs your hand, “It’s going to be okay. They have some of the best doctors on staff there. When you make it to the front desk, ask for Dana Evans. She’s going to get you seen quickly, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.” 

You carry Nova to the car and strap her in again. You drive a bit quicker than when you initially came to the doctor’s office, but still at an appropriate speed to not get pulled over. You try to keep things as calm as possible for Nova by talking with her. 

You watch as her face crumples and tears fill her eyes, “Mama..” 

“It’s okay, baby. We’re almost there. Just one second.” 

You recognize the distinct sound of Nova throwing up before she fully starts to cry. Luckily for you, you pull into the PTMC parking lot before moving to the back to grab Nova. Fortunately, she managed to throw up mostly on the floor and less on her clothes. You take a wipe and run it across her chubby face before wrapping her in your arms. 

When you walk through the doors, it’s clear that you’re a very concerned mother in need of help. You spot a blonde lady standing at the desk, “Excuse me, I’m looking for Dana Evans. My daughter is sick, and her nurse said she had a temp of 108 and she just threw up.”

You ramble through the words, light tears pricking at your eyes, before the woman places her hand over yours. 

“Hey, breathe with me, honey. You’re okay. I’m Dana. Nancy called and said you’d be on your way. I have the room open for you already. Let’s get you and little Miss all settled.” You walk behind Dana while continuing to soothe Nova, who’s looking around the hospital in curiosity. 

Dana is thorough in making sure that you and Nova are comfortable. She’s checking Nova’s vitals all while talking sweetly to her. “What’s your name, Princess?”

Nova smiles shyly, “Nova.”

“Nova. That’s a really pretty name. How old are you?”

Nova holds up one finger, to which Dana smiles, “One year old. Wow, you’re a big girl!” 

The door opens, and possibly the most attractive man that you’ve ever seen in your life walks into the room. A girl in similar scrubs walks in behind him.

Dana looks at you, “This is Dr. Abbot. He’s one of our best. This is Dr. Samira Mohan. They’re both going to make sure that you’re taken care of today.” She gives Jack and Samira your name before handing them the chart. She gives you and Nova one last smile before exiting the room.

Jack looks at the chart before looking back at you, “Can you walk me through what’s going on?”

You take a deep breath, “Her daycare called me today and said that she’d been throwing up. I picked her up and took her to her pediatrician, and they said she was running a fever of 108, and we needed to get Nova here immediately. She also threw up on the way here.”

Jack nods before looking over at Nova, “Hi there, sweetie. I’m Dr. Abbot, can I take a look to see what’s wrong?”

Nova looks at the man in awe, but doesn’t appear to be put off by him at all. Jack takes this as a sign and starts to listen to her heartbeat. Nova watches him the whole time in pure curiosity. Jack catches her inquisitive stare before smiling at her. In response, Nova turns her head shyly. 

He checks her temperature again before frowning, “We need to get her temperature down. Dr. Mohan, can you get me an IV-pack set up? She’s a bit dehydrated, and I want to get fluids in her. Also, bring me some Tylenol.”

Dr. Mohan nods before leaving the room. 

Jack spares a glance over in your direction and can sense the worry oozing from you. 

“First one?” He questions. 

You lift your eyebrows in surprise, “Is it that obvious?”

He nods before chuckling softly, “I’ve been a doctor for a long time, and I can spot the difference at this point, but I can assure you, I’ll do my best to take care of her.”

“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.” You respond, sparing a soft smile at the man. There’s a quick moment of fluttering in Jack’s chest as you smile at him. He admits to himself that you’re really pretty. 

He shakes his head before looking back in Nova’s direction, “What’s your favorite color, sweetie?” 

“Ink,” Nova responds. Jack knows that she means ‘pink.’ He’d always found that the beginning stage, when kids were still learning to pronounce words very enduring. He asks her a few more simple questions as she answers shyly. He can tell that she still doesn’t feel well, and it makes his heart clench in ways that he’s not comfortable acknowledging right now.

Soon, Samira arrives back in the room with the IV pack. You pale at the sight of the needle before looking back down at Nova. You grab her stuffed bunny, Bun Bun, from her bag before handing it to her. “Hey, Nova, look, here’s Bun Bun. He’s going to sit right here with you and be so strong for you, okay?”

Nova looks at you with wide eyes before hugging Bun Bun to her chest. Jack grabs the needle from Samira before scooting closer to Nova. He and Nova both make eye contact as his gaze softens, “Okay, sweet girl, just a slight pinch and you’ll feel better.”

Nova looks at Jack like she understands what he’s saying. It makes his heart clench even more to know that the needle will be pricking her skin. Much to yours and Samira’s amusement, Jack starts to make a funny face at Nova before sliding the IV in her arm. 

She flinches at the quick stab before the fat tears start welling in her eyes. Her bottom lip starts to jut out before she lets out a sob. Jack rationalizes that he’d do anything in his power to never see the little girl cry again. 

You rub your hand along Nova’s curls while pressing gentle kisses to her forehead and whispering in her ear. Jack looks down at the little girl, “I’m really sorry about that, Nova. How about I bring you a special treat later for being such a big girl?” 

The tears in Nova’s eyes slow down, and she nods her head at Jack. Soon, her little eyes get droopy as the medicine begins to take effect. Her long lashes droop over her chubby cheeks as she lets out small breaths. In that moment, Jack believes that she looks like the cutest kid in the world. 

He looks back at you, “We’ll be back to check on her later. I’d be comfortable with keeping her here for a few hours, just till we’re sure that her fever has broken.” 

“Okay, thank you so much, Dr. Abbot,” you respond, before looking over in Samira’s direction, “Thank you as well, Dr. Mohan.”

Jack and Samira both nod and give you a smile before exiting the room to take on other cases and check on their patients. Samira turns to Jack, “You were really good in there with her. She was totally comfortable with you.”

Jack shrugs, “Years of experience, kid. You pick up a few things along the way.”

Samira smiles before walking off in the other direction. Jack saddles up to the front desk next to Dana, who shoots him a glance, “How’s our little lady doing in there?”

“She’s good. She went to sleep. I’m gonna keep her and her mom here for a few hours to monitor her fever.”

Dana nods while typing on the computer, “Sounds good. I’ll have Emma check in on them.”

Jack turns his head sharply, “No, that’s fine. I got it.”

Dana eyes him suspiciously, “Okay then. I didn’t realize you had such a strong attachment to children.” Jack clocks the teasing tone in her voice and rolls his eyes before leaving the desk. 

Dana chuckles under her breath as she watches Jack leave.

As suspected, Jack gets caught up in numerous cases, but he gets Emma to give him updates on you and Nova when he has a free second. When he finally has a second, he immediately darts in the direction of the room where you and Nova are. 

You have Bun Bun in your hands, and you’re doing a deep voice while moving the stuffed animal around. Nova is laughing and squealing in delight as you make the stuffed rabbit give her kisses. 

“I see someone’s feeling a lot better,” Jack comments, stepping into the room.

Nova lights up at seeing Jack walk into the room, a wide grin overtaking her chubby face. 

“Dada!”

You and Jack both pause in surprise. You’re holding Bun Bun in the air with your eyes widened. Jack closes and opens his mouth a few times before looking at you.

You give him a sheepish look before turning to Nova, “Hey..Dr. Abbot isn’t Dada. He’s just the nice doctor who’s helping you.”

You try to get your little girl to nod along with you in agreement, but she frowns at you before looking back at Jack. Nova smiles once again, “Dada.” 

You sigh before looking at Jack, “I’m so sorry. She doesn’t typically even say that.” 

Jack recollects himself before smiling at you, “It’s fine. Happens all the time.”

Which is definitely a big fat lie. There are definitely no kids in the ER who are calling him Dada. In fact, Jack has to admit that in all of his twenty-something years of being a doctor, this is a new experience for him. He walks closer to the bed and sits down to check over Nova. 

She looks a lot better than when she was first admitted. Jack notes the color that’s come back into her brown skin, along with how much more lively that she is now. He also clocks the look of admiration that she’s shooting him. 

He smiles down at her, “You feeling all better, Nova? Let’s check your temperature. Say aahh..”

Nova lets out a loud ‘aahh’ before clasping her lips around the thermometer. Jack waits for the sound of the beep before turning it in his direction. He smiles at the results before looking at you, “Her temp’s dropped down significantly. It seems like she’s taking the meds really well. I’m going ot get you two discharged, and I recommend switching between giving her Tylenol and Tamiflu. I’ll put in a prescription for you to pick up. What pharmacy do you use?”

“CVS,” you reply. 

Jack nods, “Okay, I’d also recommend keeping her at home for a few days and keeping her hydrated. Start her off with small meals like soups and crackers before upgrading to bigger meals. If any other symptoms persist, bring her back here immediately, okay? You can even ask for me.”

Your surprised eyes meet Jack’s again, “That’s a really generous offer. Thank you so much for everything, Dr. Abbot.” 

You hold his gaze for a couple of seconds before Nova starts making small sounds as she plays with Bun Bun. Jack smiles at Nova, who holds the stuffed rabbit up to Jack, “Bun Bun.” 

Jack nods, “Yeah, I can see that. He’s really cute.” 

Nova smiles at the praise before holding Bun Bun out to Jack, “Dada.”

It’s only when she looks between Jack and Bun Bun that you both recognize that she’s introducing Jack as “Dada” to Bun Bun. Good lord. 

Jack plays it cool. He gently removes the needle from Nova’s arm as he places a pink Band-Aid over the sore. She doesn’t even seem to mind it all. She takes it all like a big girl and smiles at Jack or “Dada” as she has so intensely insisted upon. 

You’re about to pick Nova up from the bed when she turns away from you. She turns to Jack as she looks up at him with wide, expectant eyes and pouty lips. You try again to pick the little girl up, but she begins to whine and reaches for Jack again. 

The tears are back again, “Dada..”

Jack looks over at you, to which you give him a rather helpless look. He scratches the back of his neck, “I’m fine with holding her until we get to the front desk. Plus, it’ll make it easier while you fill out the discharge papers.”

Truthfully, he doesn’t fully come out and say that Nova’s pulling at his heartstrings. 

You nod, biting your lip softly, “Okay, I’m really sorry again, Dr. Abbot. I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she seems to like you a lot.” 

Jack waves you off, even though he’s dying to hold Nova and he’s literally bursting at the seams at her cuteness. Nova lifts her arms, and Jack gladly scoops her up. He takes Bun Bun in his hand and lowers his voice, “Hi, Nova, you were such a brave girl today.”

Nova laughs and curls her small body into Jack’s once more. He can’t deny that he likes how natural it all feels, especially with how you’re smiling at him and Nova. He gently bounces the little girl in his arms as she wraps her own arms around his neck. He can even hear her softly whispering “Dada” into his shoulder, and she holds Bun Bun.

Jack hopes not to draw too much attention to the three of you, but as usual, luck’s not on his side. It appears that everybody and they mama decided that this exact moment was the moment that they all needed to be at the desk.

Simultaneously, everyone turns their heads to look at the three of you. Jack has to admit, you all do look like a cohesive family unit. He doesn’t even want to begin to acknowledge what he feels when he thinks about it.

Robby eyes the little girl in Jack’s arms before shooting him a questioning look. Jack shakes his head in response. 

Dana’s obviously amused by the situation as she smirks at Jack, “Well, it seems like our little lady has taken a liking to you. You feeling better, sweetie?”

Nova lifts her head and catches all of the adults staring up at her. She curls herself into Jack’s arms and looks up at him, “Dada.” 

A wave of silence overtakes the group as they all hear Nova calling Jack “Dada.” Jack doesn’t move to correct Nova, but in his honest defense, how would he?

Was he just supposed to chastise the little girl and break her heart?

Nope, he’ll be Dada for the time being. He’s sure that she’ll forget all about Jack once she leaves the ER. A bitter nagging settles in his stomach at the thought of her forgetting him. 

Mel, never one to read the room, looks between you, Jack, and Nova. “I didn’t know you had a kid, Dr. Abbot.”

“He doesn’t,” You chime in, signing the discharge papers and glancing at Jack and Nova. 

You smile softly at him, “Nova’s just taken a liking to him, hence the nickname.” 

Jack takes the opportunity to sit Nova on the counter and holds her steady. She kicks her chubby legs back and forth as she babbles and waves Bun Bun around. Jack listens intently, even though he doesn’t have a clue what she’s talking bout. 

“Hey sweetie, you want a sticker?” Dana asks, pulling out the sticker sheet.

Nova smiles and claps in excitement as Dana places a big pink smiley face on her t-shirt. She looks at you and Jack in excitement, “Mama! Dada! Look!”

You gasp in surprise and smile, “Oh my Nova girl, look at that. You were such a big girl today. That means we can go and watch all the Bluey that you want!” 

Nova gasps and looks at Jack, “Dada! Bluey!”

Jack smiles, even though he has no clue who Bluey is. “That’s great, kiddo! You be good for mommy, okay?” Nova nods with a wide smile. Jack’s heart melts even more at the little girl.

You hand the discharge papers to Dana before scooping Nova up in your arms. You press a kiss against her chubby cheek, which causes her to giggle. You glance at Jack, “Thank you again for everything, Dr. Abbot. We really appreciate it.” You glance down at Nova, “Nova, tell Dr. Abbot bye-bye.”

Nova looks at you like you’re speaking Spanish before turning her gaze back to Jack. It seems like it only takes her brain about two seconds to comprehend that she’s leaving “Dada” behind. 

Almost instantly, the tears start welling up in her eyes as her pout increases. Everyone at the desk watches with bated breath until the little girl begins sobbing hysterically and reaching out for Jack. 

“Dadaa..” Nova cries, big tears rolling down her cheeks. 

You try your best to soothe Nova by presenting Bun Bun to her. It only seems to make her cry harder for Jack. You give everyone a sheepish smile before turning to leave the ED. You always knew that your baby would be dramatic, and if there’s an award for Best Child Actress in Motion Picture Drama, your daughter was hands down sweeping that award. 

It breaks Jack’s heart to see Nova crying out so helplessly for him, so he takes a step in your direction.

“Hey, what if I carry her out to the car for you? I mean, you’ve had a long day, and maybe this’ll make the transition easier for her,” He suggests. 

You give him a tired nod before passing Nova off to him. Almost immediately, Nova’s tears dry up, and she smiles at Jack while draping her arms around his shoulder, “Hi, Dada.”

“Hi, Nova,” He says with a chuckle. 

He rocks her in his arms as you both walk out of the ED towards your car.

At the front desk, everyone turns to look at each other. 

“That was weird, right? We can all agree that the whole scenario was weird,” Trinity comments, to which everyone hums in agreement. But it’s the Pitt, everything’s always weird there.

Outside, Nova has managed to fall asleep once again on Jack’s shoulder. Her tiny breaths tickle Jack’s neck, but he doesn’t mind. He’s holding Bun Bun in his hand after he started to droop from Nova’s. You open your car door before reaching for Nova. Jack passes her and watches carefully as you strap her in.

To any outsider, it would truly just look like you and Jack were a married couple with your daughter. They’d never be able to guess that Jack had just met you and Nova only hours before.

You close the door gently and turn back to face Jack, “Thank you. I know that I’ve said it like a million times, but I really do appreciate all of your help tonight. I was really nervous about Nova.”

“It’s no problem at all. Nova seems like a really great kid, and I can tell that you’re an amazing mom,” Jack comments.

You smile and rock on your heels nervously. It’s not every day that a super sexy silver fox doctor is complimenting your parenting skills. You realize that you’re staring and snap out of the daze, “It was really nice meeting you, Dr. Abbot. The world needs more compassionate doctors like you.”

“Jack..” He corrects softly.

You give him a look of confusion, to which he clarifies, “You can call me Jack.”

“Okay, see you around, Jack.”

He smiles at you one last time before watching you and Nova drive off.

Yep, he needs the day off after this. Secretly, his heart yearns to see you and Nova again.

to be continued…

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If there was one thing that you discovered that you really liked about Shawn. It was his voice. All deep and raspy with this light edge to it at times. You’d spent way too much time rewinding scenes of Animal Kingdom just to hear the man say, “Good girl.” You were down bad just to hear him say the simplest sentences. 

Now, imagine having that voice in your ears at every single hour of the day. 

Your panties hadn’t been dry since. 

You were present on set to hear the infamous “I’ll pay for it” line, and honestly, it was living rent-free inside your head. Quite frankly, there were too many of Shawn’s lines in The Pitt that you had committed to memory. What was even worse–the man in question was well aware of the effect that his voice had on you. 

Now that you were officially a couple, Shawn was using every opportunity to tease you endlessly with his voice. When you’d wake up in the morning, he’d press a kiss to your head while muttering, “Good morning, baby” in your ear. It usually ended with his cock down your throat while he moaned and praised you in that same voice. Even on set, he found ways of sliding beside you to praise how well you acted in the scene. Let’s just say, there were a lot of times when you both would mysteriously “disappear” and reappear with your costumes rumpled. 

Much to your delight and all of the other women down bad for Shawn, he had been officially tapped to do the latest erotic audio for Quinn. 

“And you’re going to be playing a chef?” You asked, leaning further on the couch next to Shawn.

He nods, “Yeah, supposed to be forbidden romance. Age gap.”

You smile, “Sounds pretty hot, old man. You’re gonna get all the ladies wet with that voice of yours.”

“Only woman I’m worried about getting wet is you.” Shawn responds, reading over the script and eyes flickering up to meet yours. 

You move from your spot on the couch and crawl over to Shawn. You slither your body into his lap and place your arms around his shoulders. A cocky smile graces your face as you look down at him, “I guess I can share with you all of those women out there. They have to listen to you through their headphones. I bet you’re gonna get them all hot and bothered with your voice. Just imagine all of the women who’ll have their hands in their panties or a vibrator on their clit, wishing and hoping that it’s you.” 

Shawn swallows harshly at your words. You can see his pupils dilating as you lean down closer to him. You move your head to the side and start nibbling at his earlobe. You trail down to his neck and bite down. Shawn jumps, and a needy whimper leaves his mouth at your action. Your tongue licks over the wound to soothe it.

Beneath you, Shawn is hardening. You can feel his heart thumping faster beneath your hand that’s on his chest. You move back to his ear, “But you know one thing? They’ll only be able to listen to you. I actually have you here with me.” You grab his hand and move it under your shorts, which are growing wetter by the second. Shawn’s eyes roll back at feeling your wet folds with his fingers. 

“Do you like that? Cause I do. I love knowing that I get to hear you moaning in my ear. I get to hear all of those filthy words up close and personal when you’re giving me backshots.” You said, grinding yourself down on his fingers. 

Shawn’s utterly helpless and enraptured with the way that you use him for your own pleasure. He moves his fingers in tandem with your own thrusts. The more that you move, the more of your slick pools in his hands. He presses the heel of his palm into your clit, and you moan loudly. You lean back, bearing your neck to the open. Shawn is mesmerized as your release hits you and you throw your head back while moaning his name. He’s never seen something quite as beautiful as seeing you cum for him.

Your chest is moving up and down, and he can’t help but admire the way that your breasts press against the t-shirt that you’re wearing. Your heated eyes meet his, and you smile, “Thank you, Daddy.”

He moves his now-wet hand from your shorts and admires the glistening of your juices on his fingers. You watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and slides them between his lips. He moans at the sweet tanginess of you settling on his tongue. 

Once his hand is fully cleaned, he gives you a demure smirk, “No, baby, thank you for the early treat.”

For the next couple of days, you and Shawn are both busy, but never too busy for each other. He goes to film his Quinn episode, along with all of the BTS that they’re gonna be posting. 

One thing you know about Shawn is that he’s a slut. He’s gonna preening off of the attention that this audio gives him. And you’re going to be preening for an exclusive look into the audio. 

Fortunately for you, you had the day off and Shawn had invited you to come along while he filmed the last episode for the series, and finished up his interviews. You were sitting in the studio as Shawn talked into the mic in a scene that was supposed to be the culmination of his character getting with Iris, the female lead.

You and all of the other female staff were entranced by the way that he got lost in the performance. You could see how lost in it that he was he getting. 

“Baby..you’re making me so feel so good…right there…just like that..you’re being so good for me,” Shawn moans in the microphone. 

He brings his hand up to the mic and starts kissing his hand to be able pick up the sounds. You subtly clench your thighs together at the wet sounds. 

Honestly, you didn’t think that you could find this man even more attractive, but he always manages to prove you wrong. 

“She’s so lucky,” You hear one of the interns whisper behind your back.

“He’s lucky too! I mean imagine being able to say you pulled YN,” the other girl whispers back. You smirk at the comment and turn around to send a flirty wink to both girls.

They immediately blush and scramble from the room. When Shawn finishes the script, everyone starts clapping and cheering. 

Shawn exits the booth and immediately comes to stand beside you. He presses a deep kiss to your lips before pulling back, “So, what did you think?” 

“I thought it was very sexy. I think you may have a future in erotic voice acting,” You reply, smiling up at him. 

He laughs, “I’ll have to let my manager know that.”

The social media pulls him in to start answering questions. Shawn sits in the chair with the interview flash cards. You chuckle silently as he pulls out his readers. He was never beating the sexy old man allegations. 

“Okay, first questions says, what does consent in a relationship mean to you? That’s a good questions. For me, consent is everything. Consent means trust and complete autonomy. I think in today’s age, people like to treat consent like something that can be negotiated and that’s not the case. You should always be checking with your partner that they’re 100% on board for things, and allowing them to feel safe enough to express when they aren’t okay,” Shawn explains, flipping to the next card.

As if you couldn’t fall more in love with the man. 

“Next question, are you more sexual or sensual? Sensual for sure. My girlfriend’s actually been teaching me a lot more on embracing sensuality and deepening the connection to my body.”

He flips to the next card, “What’s something non-sexual that turns you on? Oooo..we’re getting to the frisky questions. To answer your question, my girlfriend. She’s really smart and whenever she’s explaining something, I just get really turned on by how smart she is. So most definitely a competency kink there. But also…she doesn’t even know this. She stretches sometimes around my house and just seeing the contours of her body…jeez, she’s my dream girl for sure.”

You laugh silently behind the camera. You had no idea that the man was watching you as closely as he was.

You feel a tap on your arm and you turn to find one of the interns standing there. You give her a soft smile which she returns.

“We were just wondering, and feel free to say no, but we were wondering if you wanted to film a couple of videos to post for Shawn’s episode?”

“Of course! Anything to help out,” You reply. 

You follow behind the team while they set up the camera for you to various Tik Toks sounds of you thirsting over Shawn in the background. 

The girl points the camera at you, “So why do you feel that Shawn is good for Quinn?” 

“I mean, not only is he hella sexy, but have you seen those biceps? And that voice? I nearly fainted when he filmed the ‘I’ll pay for it’ scene. But overall, I just really think he embodies this positive version of masculinity that we rarely get to see in real life,” You explain.

“I’m glad you think so,” Shawn states from behind you. He presses a kiss to your forehead, which the intern catches. 

On Tuesday, the episode officially drops, which sends the internet into a frenzy. You’re cracking up at all of the memes that you’re being tagged in. 

@hotgirlterri: everybody say thank you to @yourusername for sharing her man with us!

@shawnhatosyfanpage: okay, but how is @yourusername still with us? If I had to listen to that man’s voice every day, I would stay pregnant!

@pittfangirl: this made my hole weak—I meant my whole week!🥴

@shayla29: I woke up crying cause I’ll never have Shawn Hatosy moaning in my ear. 

Naturally, you had to add your own chaos to the fire. 

@yourusername: Just listened to my man’s Quinn audio and moaned out loud. Y’all welcome🙂‍↔️

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@shawnhatosy: can 100% confirm that she moaned out loud 

@yourusername: @shawnhatosy perhaps…you can give me a live performance of the audio 🙂‍↔️

@shawnhatosy: @yourusername that can be arranged😏

@ynandshawnfanpage: 🥺so yall just gone tease us..right in front of my rose toy?

@ynfanpage: HEAR ME OUT GUYS….what if we had YN and Shawn on a Quinn audio?😮‍💨

@shawnhatsfan: @ynfanpage girl I would keep my vibrator charged for that! @tryquinn pls make this happen!!😩😩

@tryquinn: Hmm….🤔

Little did you or the internet know, the Quinn team was all hands on deck with capitalizing on the success of Shawn’s audio. From running their numbers, they quickly discovered that their audio with Shawn was bringing in numbers that they hadn’t seen before, and sales were through the roof. Why not capitalize on the internet’s newest favorite couple that everyone wants to sleep with?

The following Monday, you get a call from your manager, Riley. 

“Are you sitting down for this, and are you around Shawn?” Riley asks over the phone. 

You look across the room at Shawn, who is sitting at your dining room table and typing on his computer. “Yeah, he’s here.” Shawn perks up at you mentioning him. 

“It’s Riley,” You mouth over to him.

“Put the phone on speaker. I’ll beep his manager in,” Riley said. For a moment, you start to wonder if there’s going to be some bad news that she’s going to deliver to you both. You press the speaker button and usher Shawn to come sit next to you. He plops down beside you before pulling you into his side. He presses a calming kiss to your forehead. 

“Alright, Georgia’s here now. So before you both start thinking the worst, it’s nothing bad. Actually, this is really exciting news. After Shawn’s audio on the Quinn app, their numbers have skyrocketed tremendously. So much so that they want to bring Shawn back,” Riley explains.

You frown in confusion, “That’s great, but what does that have to do with me?”

“They want both of you to do a series for them. After someone on the internet had suggested that they wanted to hear you both together, the reception has been out of this world! Quinn is willing to pay you both top dollars if you agree to record their new series,” Georgia explains. 

You and Shawn both look at each other. A goofy smile takes over his face, “Well, it could be fun for us to do together. You know we’re everyone’s new favorite ship.”

You think it over for a second before shrugging, “Let’s do it. I think it could be really fun for us and our fans. Plus, we talk dirty to each other all the time, it’ll be a piece of cake.” 

Riley pretends to gag, “I’m gonna end this call before I find out way more than I need to.”

You and Shawn laugh as the phone disconnects. He looks down at you, “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable.”

You shake your head, “I could never be uncomfortable around you. In fact, I think it’s because I’m with you that I’m more comfortable with expressing parts of my sexuality.”

Which, definitely was true. With Shawn, you felt more free and open with tapping into your sensuality and allowed yourself to be your your most true and erotic self. It was refreshing to have a man matching your energy and not making you feel like you were too much. 

“Good, I always want you to be yourself around me. Especially if it’s your inner freak,” Shawn said, pecking your cheek. 

“I think you may have me beat in the freaked out department, baby.” You said. Shawn laughs and cradles your body closer to his, “This audio with you is about to unlock new levels for me.”

After ironing out all of the details with your teams and the Quinn staff, you and Shawn are given your scripts. The story is called, “Lessons in Desire.” The plot centers around a graduate student named Indigo Carter, who starts an illicit affair with her much older professor, John Devereaux.

The story follows John and Indigo as they try to fight their attraction for each, while fantasizing about each other. 

What you loved about the script is how it’s written by a black woman and centers a black women’s pleasure. You whistle a few times at how sensual and raunchy the script gets. You’re excited to hear Shawn’s raspy voice saying them while you’re in the studio together. 

You both arrive at the studio at the same time. Shawn sits in the chair next to yours and gives you a sly smiles, “You ready for this, sweetheart?”

You lean over to whisper in his ear, “Ready if you are, daddy.” He smiles in response. Little did either of you know, the mics had picked up the entire exchange. 

Interns from the Quinn staff place warm cups of tea in front of you and Shawn. You take a sip before flipping to the first page of the script. Shawn repeats your actions. 

You both put your headphones on while you wait for the countdown. 

3….2….1…..Recording live.

Indigo Carter walks into the lecture hall and takes a seat closest to the window. She doesn’t want to be seen or noticed. She’s content with watching and observing everyone else around her. A girl plops down in the chair next to her. 

She smiles at Indigo, “Hi, I’m Leila.” She holds her hand out to Indigo, who gives you a tight-lipped smile, “Indigo.”

“Ooo…that’s such a cute name. Does it have any significance?” Leila asks.

“My mom’s favorite color is Indigo and she figured that it would make a lovely girl’s name. Pretty simple story,” Indigo responds.

Leila hums, “That’s nice. I’m so happy I got in this class. Professor Devereaux is pretty strict when it comes to who he lets in this class. I practically spent a week writing my essay.”

Indigo thinks back to her own essay. The prompt had been to write about any literary character who’s sexuality/sensuality you admire. She had chosen Sula Peace because of the unrestrained sexuality that she wasn’t afraid to portray in the novel. 

She had received her acceptance into the class three days later. 

Leila excitedly turns to Indigo and leans in, “Have you heard about hot, Professor Devereaux is? They said the man’s a literal sex god.”

Indigo had heard the same rumors, but she wasn’t getting her master’s in English to fawn over some Professor. Indigo smiles softly, “Well, I wouldn’t know. I’m kind of a homebody.”

“Well, we’ll just have to change that. I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends, Indigo.” 

Before Indigo can respond, the door opens and a wave of silence consumes the room. She doesn’t turn to ogle the man, but she can feel his presence as he passes by her. Finally lifting her eyes, she’s as starstruck as any of the other women in the room are. 

He’s gorgeous. Hazel eyes. Salt and pepper hair. Good lord. 

“I’m sure most of you know who I am, but in the sake of good manners, I’m Professor John Devereaux. In this course, which is titled The Art of Sexuality, we’re going to be getting rid of any notions that you all think you know about sex and intimacy. I want this course to make you better writers and better partners,” Professor Devereaux explains. 

He walks to the board and grabs a piece of chalk. He writes “smut” on the board. A few people giggle nervously. He turns back with a smile, “Ahh..I see a few of you are familiar. Who can tell me a few tropes in smut?”

A girl raises her hand and Professor Devereaux nods at her, “Enemies to lovers.” 

“A classic,” He comments. 

A few others raise their hands to comment. Professor John nods and writes the tropes on the board. He comes around the desk and sits down on the edge of it, “Smut is one of the leading genres in the literary world now. It used to be one of those things that you hid under the covers and read, but now your generation has Booktok where you openly give suggestion. Now I’ll admit, I read a few books myself. I was impressed, but I realized you’re all missing something from your smut.”

Everyone leans in to hear the answer. He smirks, “You’re missing desire and sensuality. You all don’t know the first thing about eroticism. You think sex is just fucking.”

A few girls giggle at hearing the man curse. He chuckles, “You all are going to have to get used to hearing me swear. This isn’t a class where we’re being prudish. I’m asking you to sit in the discomfort. If it doesn’t sound like your cup of tea, then feel free to drop the course.”

His gaze scans around the room until his eyes settle on Indigo. Her eyes look back at his and she almost refuses to break eye contact. 

Indigo feels her skin heat up at the the man’d intense stare. A quick image flashes of his hand wrapped around her—nope, definitely not. She’s not going to let herself fantasize about her English professor. No matter how sexy he is. 

You and Shawn finish recording the remainder of the episode. It was surprisingly more easy than you thought. Of course, you hadn’t gotten to all the freaky bits yet, but you were enjoying the pace of the character’s relationship so far. 

Becca, one of the social media interns steps into the booth, “That was really good. We’re gonna get some promo shots and videos of the two of you together.” 

You and Shawn follow behind her as you’re ushered to the dressing rooms. He comes back out wearing a tweed suit, while you’re dressed in a somewhat skimpy little dress. 

Shawn whistles, “I gotta say, baby, I’m really into this whole look.” 

You smirk, “Yeah? You wanna bend me over and send what’s under my skirt?”

One of the nearby assistants clutches her necklace in shock. Shawn laughs before you’re both ushered on set. The Quinn staff had decorated one of the rooms to look like a lecture room. 

There’s a desk standing in the middle of the room in front of a chalk board.

“Alright, we’re gonna get you guys in front of the chalk board. Shawn, you stand behind her and guide her hand with writing. YN, I need to really give this look like you’re being seduced by Shawn,” Becca explains.

“That won’t be too hard,” You joke. 

You and Shawn take your places in front of the chalk board. You take the chalk in your hands and begin writing. Shawn presses his body against yours and places his hand over yours. 

You can hear the camera snapping, but you don’t pay it any attention. You crane your neck up to stare at Shawn. The moment is perfect as your wide doe eyes meet his soft, domineering ones.

The camera girl gets a few more shots of your both in this position, along with one of you both standing chest to chest. Next, you move to the desk. 

“Okay, now a video. YN, you’re gonna be sitting on the desk when Shawn comes up to spread your thighs.” 

Shawn helps with lifting you on the desk. He moves out of frame as you look at him. When Becca signals, he walks into frame and places his his hands on your thighs. 

He slides his hands down to the hem of the dress before one slithers underneath and the camera catches his hand moving between your legs. You play your part and throw your head back to give the impression that you’re being fingered. 

Shawn moves closer and presses his lips to your neck. You both hear the camera shuttering as he pecks kisses along your exposed collarbone. Shawn moves to lay you down on the desk and covers your body with his. 

He brings one of your legs higher on his waist as the dress bunches up at your thighs. He places his lips by your ear, “You look so sexy like this baby. I could eat you right now.”

You move your head to brush your lips against his. You take the initiative to run your tongue across his lips before taking his bottom lip between your teeth. 

The photographer moves closer and captures the moment, along with Shawn’s absolutely ruined expression. 

“We have found pure gold with these two,” Becca whispers. 

The entire team murmurs in agreement while they continue to watch you and Shawn with intrigue. 

@tryquinn: Mr. Devereaux’s office hours are officially open.

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@Shawnandynfanpage: Y’all!? Did they really get YN and Shawn for an episode?! 

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You and Shawn come back into the studio to film your next episode. The next scene features Professor John confronting Indigo over a pretty explicit paper that she wrote, and the character seems oddly familiar to him.

Indigo knocks on Professor John’s door and opens the door when she hears him tell her to come in. 

“Nice to see you, Indigo. Have a seat.” John said, pointing at the chair across from him. 

She sits and looks at him, “You said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes. I want to talk about your paper. It was interesting to say the least.”

Indigo frowns, “You didn’t like it?”

He shakes his head, “Actually I loved it. I called you here because truthfully speaking, you’re the most talented writer out of all of your classmates. Don’t tell them I said that though.”

Indigo laughs, “Yeah, you’ve built quite the fan club. I think they’d be disappointed to hear you say that.” 

“And you’re not?”

“Not what?”

He chuckles, “You’re not a member of my fan club?” 

She smiles, “More like a casual and seasonal fan. But I do love your books. I read them all my freshman year.” 

“What do you like about them?” Professor John questions. 

“I like the way that you write desire. You make it sound all-consuming. It’s like I can visualize the main character wants to crawl into the skin of their lover. The sex scenes you write, they transcend the typical bounds of sex. They’re more spiritually grounded.”

Professor John pauses. For the first time, someone’s actually said this about his work. Usually, most people focused on the raunchiness of the scene that they missed out on the pure eroticism of it all. They missed how he was intentional with assigning specific smells to the scene to evoke emotion. 

But Indigo, she’d sen it all. 

“Thank you. That’s really kind of you. If I have to say so myself, you write the same way. That’s actually the reason I added you to this class. Your essay on Sula was transcending. I knew I wanted your voice in my class.” 

Indigo pauses. Her body preens at the praise from the older man. She shifts in the chair. John sees it. He knows that he’s having an effect on the younger woman, and truthfully, she’s affecting him just as much. 

The pair stares at each other. The tension growing strong between them. John breaks the eye contact, “That’ll be all for today, Indigo.” 

She practically mourns having his gaze upon her again. She gets up and leaves the office.

A month passes after Indigo’s meeting with John. The tension continues to grow between both of them. Not that they’d ever acknowledge it. It’s too risky. Too dangerous, but that makes it more seductive. 

Having something so close within your reach and not being able to touch it. 

It’s Friday when the knock sounds on his door. He calls out for the other person to enter and Indigo shuffles in quietly. Her wide eyes meet his. He smiles, “Nice to see you again. What can I do for you?” 

“I want you to read something that I wrote. I want to get your opinion–if you have the time,” She announces. 

Jack nods, “I always have time for you, Ms. Carter. Let me see what you have.” 

Indigo hands him the printed packet of paper. He slides his glasses up his nose and reads the title. Lessons in Desire. 

Indigo sits in the chair and nervously bites at her lips as she watches him. John becomes locked in on the papers. His throat dries as he reads over the erotic prose. His eyes find the girl in front of him, “This is really good. Outstanding work really.”

“Thank you, Professor.” 

“John,” He corrects softly. 

He stands and moves around the desk to sit in front of her. “Why’d you come here today, Indigo?”

She shrugs, “I wanted you to read my paper.” 

He chuckles darkly, “You could’ve emailed it like every student your age, but you brought it here. I think you came here for something else.”

Her eyes widen. She’s been caught. 

John steps forward and leans over the nervous young woman in the chair, “Tell me what you want Indigo.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

He obliges and presses his lips against hers. This is the start of their descent into desire.

Things have gotten progressively more needier for John and Indigo. In class, he can’t stop his eyes from wandering over to her. He yearns to have her eyes on him at all times. 

He sits in his office and reads over her story again. The main male character. He resembles John quite closely. Not only in coincidence, but in appearance. John breathes deeply at the pure filth that Indigo has written between her characters. 

It’s not just writing. 

It’s confession. She’s writing all of the disgusting thing that she wants him to do to her and how she’s willing to lay herself upon the altar for his worship. 

A knock sounds from his office door, and John knows. He knows that it’s her. His body tingles in anticipation. Months of yearning and watching her in his class. Months after the kiss and him pushing her away. 

It’s all led to this. 

The pair sits across from each other. A routine that had been familiar and damning. Indigo looks at him, “I can’t keep pretending that I’m not thinking about when I’m writing those stories.”

John shakes his head, “I know. But I can’t let you ruin yourself for me. You’re too talented to waste your time on me.” 

“You don’t get to decide that for me, John. You said that desire was about taking what you want. And I want you…I want you to touch me,” she trails off. 

John looks conflicted, he wants her. He wants her so badly that it feels like he’s being flayed alive when he isn’t near her. Indigo stands and moves behind the desk. She stands in front of John. She takes his hand and guides it to her center. She warm. Wet. Ready to be sucked clean. 

He obliges.

Inside the studio, you and Shawn sit beside each on your respective chairs. 

You could just kiss your hands to mimic the kissing, but that doesn’t seem fair to you. You move closer and lean over to connect your lips to Shawn. You angle your heads to the microphones as it picks up the sounds of you tonguing the man down. 

Shawn’s tongue enters your mouth and you moan softly into the microphones. You both pull back with a wet pop before you move to your microphone. 

Shawn looks turned on but he remembers his script, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing you, sweetheart. Your sweet lips, god, you taste like cherries, but I wanna taste your pussy. Is that okay?” 

You moan into the microphone, “Please, I want to feel your tongue.”

You ruffle your clothes to get the illusion of Shawn taking off your clothes. Shawn groans, “Look at that, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” You give out a pathetic and whiny “yes.” Shawn picks up the slide orange half from the table and begins rubbing his fingers through it. It was supposed to be his way of illustrating how you were for him.

The sounds in the mic sound downright pornographic. If you weren’t present in the studio, you would truly believe that the man was actually fingering someone. “Listen to that. Sounds like music to my ears, but I bet you’d taste even better.”

Shawn brings the orange to his mouth and licks his tongue across the fruit. You let out a soft moan, “John…”

Shawn hums into the fruit and then starts slurping loudly at the orange. You catch sight of the juices running down his face as he messily eats the orange. You keep moaning into the microphone, and truthfully, the moans may be real considering how turned on you are by watching the man eat. 

Shawn pulls back with a low groan, “You taste divine, princess. I could eat this sweet pussy forever. I want you all over my face after this.” He lowers his mouth back into the fruit and adds his fingers to increase the sounds of squelching. You read the script, which states that your character is supposed to orgasm at this point. Your girlish and wanton moan echoes throughout the studio as you reach your “peak.” 

Shawn abandons the fruit with one last slurp before wiping the back of his mouth. He leans close to the microphone, “Taste yourself for me, baby.” 

You bring your fingers to your mouth to start licking around them. Feeling bold, you push your fingers back in your throat until you gag lightly. Shawn shoots you a heated look and watches as you move your fingers and continue to gag softly. He knows the sound all too well from the times that you’ve been gagging on him. You remove your wet fingers and wipe them on a nearby paper towel.

“I need you, John,” You whine. 

“I’m all yours, baby. Only yours,” Shawn replies. 

He grabs the belt props and unbuckles it before rustling his clothes just as you did. You both pause before letting out a moan in unison. “You’re so deep..nghh” You said into the microphone. 

“Sweetheart…” Shawn groans breathlessly. You grab the other orange slice while looking at Shawn. He nods, and you start to run your fingers through the wet fruit. At the same time, Shawn lightly claps his hands. The combination of your sounds gives the impression of him thrusting inside you. From behind the plexiglass, the entire Quinn staff is gobsmacked at the absolute audio porn that they’re being treated to. Never had they ever seen two performers give the type of performance that you and Shawn were putting on. 

They’d have to put the NSFW tag in huge, bold serial killer letters. 

In the studio, you and Shawn continue to moan and create the ambiance of the moment. You both get to the point of the script where you share a mutual climax. You increase the sounds of the squelching while Shawn claps faster. You both moan in sync before your high-pitched moan fills the space. In response, Shawn groans and pretends to whisper affirmations of praise in your ears. 

You both continue breathing heavily into the mic until the recording sign goes off. You wipe your hands on the rag before turning to Shawn, “That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

“Ditto,” Shawn said.

Little did you both know, you had the entire Quinn staff taking simultaneous trips to change their panties. 

You and Shawn wait for the episode to be released. In anticipation of the release, Quinn drops a lot of the promo content that you both shot, including the desk teaser. Quite naturally, most of your and Shawn’s fans lost their minds. The hype surrounding your episode brings more hype to the app than anyone could have ever speculated. 

It’s a Friday when the episodes drop. 

As expected, the internet explodes. 

You both check Twitter.

@tommiegirl: Just heard that YN YLN and Shawn Hatosy audio, I don’t think my rose toy cut off once!

@ynfanpage: YN and Shawn some FREAKS! That was the nastiest thing I ever heard in my life😩

@ynandshawn: @tryquinn ain’t no way they wasn’t getting down and nasty in the studio. Release the video version!!

@drrabbotsgirl: these Quin episodes just proved that Shawn be putting my girl THROUGH the mattresss 

@jackabbotsleg: he real life said “your pussy tastes so good” like Mr. Hatosy pls

@tiatameradoja: how I felt listening to Shawn Hatosy slut YN out

@loveisllandgirl: my bad y’all I can’t see past all the white stuff on my phone

Back inside Shawn’s house, the sound of gagging echoes through the house, along with the loud groans from the man.

You bob your head up and down his cock. You pull back up and smile sweetly at Shawn. You have mascara running down your eyes, along with thick spit and cum clinging to your lips. 

You slurp at Shawn’s cock. He smirks, “What am I gonna do with you, dirty girl?” 

You open your mouth and slide the man down your throat. You bob your head while your tongue traces the vein running up Shawn’s cock. He tangles his hand in your Afro, while guiding your head up and down. 

His moans loudly while thrusting roughly into your mouth. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” You lap greedily at his cock until you feel the first warm spurt hitting your tongue.

Shawn throws his head back while moaning and holding you steady. He finally lets you go and you pull back to open your mouth and reveal the milky white substance sitting on your tongue. 

Shawn leans down to connect his lips to yours. You both swap the cum between your lips before you greedily swallow it out. You open your mouth to show him your now bare tongue. 

Shawn pulls you up, “Come on baby. Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

End. 

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You adjust your tennis skirt around your hips as you watch Shawn and one of the other guys serving with each other. Shawn had mentioned how tennis was a habit that he picked up and really enjoyed. It was Saturday, and he had invited you to come out to play a few rounds with him. 

You had to admit, he looked hella good out there in those hoochie daddy shorts. Usually, his legs would be covered, but you were digging the way that the shorts were contoured around his thighs. Whenever he’d go to serve, his shirt would lift, and you’d catch a sliver of his stomach. It was actually sad how turned on that made you. Even with the cap covering his greying curls, your old man was making it work. 

You knew that eventually he was expecting you to join in, but honestly, you didn’t know the first thing about tennis besides watching Challengers. 

Of course, you were gonna use the opportunity to dress cute, especially around your man. Ever since you started dating Shawn, he has been very big on buying you things, which included the little outfit that you were wearing. 

You had both taken numerous pictures together, and many fans were surprised when Shawn posted a story of the two of you together with you rapping in the back and him mouthing the words. If anyone had told you that your man, Shawn Hatosy, would be a man of hoochie music, you would’ve laughed in their face. But honestly, your man was the definition of a hoochie through and through. Shawn loved a good dad rock, but at his core, he was a hoochie. It was a sight to behold, driving around in his car with him bumping Motion by Pluto in his car. Unsurprisingly, his favorite part was Sexy Red’s part. 

“Come here, baby. Your turn.” Shawn called out. 

You picked up the racket in your hand and walked to stand in front of Shawn. You looked back at him with a small pout, “I really don’t know what I’m doing. Can you help me?”

Shawn laughed lowly before moving to stand behind you. His hand came to yours, and he pressed his body against yours. You leaned back against his chest and turned your head slightly to face him. “So it’s all in the motion of the swing. You throw the ball up, and when it gets close, you swing.” Shawn demonstrated the movement by lifting your arm and moving it forward to show you the movement. 

You were too distracted by the way that Shawn’s body felt curved around yours and the way that his muscles flexed in his arms. Shawn caught you staring and smirked at the lustful look on your face, “You getting distracted, baby?”

“It’s hard not to get distracted when this really sexy man is here,” You said in response. 

The grin on Shawn’s face widened, and he looked down at you, “How about we make it interesting?” He leans down to whisper in your ear, “I have a vibrator in my bag. Pure coincidence that it ended up there, but I want you to go get it and put it in those cute little panties.”

“I still don’t see what this has to do with tennis,” You said, confusion lacing your tone. 

Shawn smirked, “We’re gonna play a game against each other, but I’m gonna control it the entire time. You beat me, then I reward you. But if I beat you, then you owe me.”

You took some time to think it over. The idea itself sounded exciting, and you were always down for a bit of adventure with Shawn. Surely, it wouldn’t be that hard to beat him, right? Plus, the more competitive side of you was desperate to prove that you could beat him.

Your cocky gaze meets Shawn’s, “You’re on, old man.” 

Shawn pats your backside, “Atta girl. Go put it in.” 

You walk to the locker room where your and Shawn’s bags were held. You rummage through the bag for a few seconds before your fingers touch the vibrator. You pull it out to examine it. It looks pretty unassuming and harmless. You grab the remote and place Shawn’s bag back in the locker. You walk to the toilets and close the door behind you. Slipping your shirt down a little, you place the vibrator in the seat of your skirt before shimmying the material up your legs. The skirt fits a little snug and pushes the vibrator directly against your center. 

Already, you can feel yourself becoming wet with excitement from the prospect of your game. You walk out of the locker room as if you aren’t playing a very scandalous game with your boyfriend right now. Around the court, it appears that most of the other tennis players have left for the day, which leaves you and Shawn. 

Shawn moves to stand in front of you and holds his hands out. You place the remote in his hand. The older man smirks down at you, “You sure you ready for this?”

“You scared you’re gonna lose?” 

A boyish smile creeps over Shawn’s face, “Baby, I’m not worried. I’m just wondering how we’re gonna explain a wet spot on the tennis court.” 

Your eyes widen, “Anybody ever tell you that you’re very freaked out, Hatosy?”

Shawn moves his body closer to yours, “Only for you, doll.” 

A sudden buzz from the vibrator makes you jump in surprise. You clench your thighs together because you definitely weren’t expecting the vibrator to be that strong. Shawn pouts his lips a little, “Was that too much already?” He leans down to whisper in your ear, “That was only the first speed, baby. Guess you gotta long road ahead of you.” 

He places the ball in your hands, “You serve first.”

With that, he casually walks to the other side of the court. He faces your direction and gives you the nod to serve. You throw the ball in the air, but jolt in surprise when the buzzing starts back up. From his end of the court, Shawn is smirking at the whole display. You breathe deeply before throwing the ball in the air and swatting at it. Surprisingly, it connects and flies across the court in Shawn’s direction.

He seems impressed with your serve and swipes it back in your direction. For a few moments, you both are moving around the court, hitting the ball back and forth. You can tell that Shawn is purposefully playing slower for your benefit. Even though the vibrator is buzzing against your clit, you still try to ignore the sensations. You surprise yourself and Shawn when you hit the ball out against Shawn. 

You smile, “I think that means one point for me, daddy.”

Shawn notes the cockiness present in your demeanor and decides to stop going easy on you. In the next round, the man practically turns into Serena Williams. You try to keep up, but to no avail, and the ball flies past you. Shawn smiles, “Point for me, sweetheart.” He takes the remote from his pocket and clicks the button. 

A surprised moan leaves your mouth at the vibrations intensifying against your pearl. “You okay over there, baby?”

“Mhmm..just fine.” Which is a complete lie. You’re about to have an orgasm on these people’s court. 

Shawn can see just how much the vibrator is taking you apart, so he decides to have a little pity on you. He holds the remote up, “One last round, baby. Winner takes all.”

You nod as best as you can through the pleasure. You walk to your spot as Shawn moves to his. Against all better odds, you’re actually doing good given the current conditions. You’re sweating profusely now, and Shawn catches the way that you catch your lip between your teeth. In his pocket, the remote jostles around, and it’s honestly an accident. The button is pressed again, which turns the speed of the vibrator up. You let out a loud yelp as the vibrations on your clit get stronger. You stop in the middle of the court. You don’t even see the ball flying past you due to your eyes being closed. 

Your release hits you like a freight train as you bite your lips to contain the moans. You whine as the vibrator begins overstimulating you before it’s turned off. You can feel that the shorts of your skirt are completely ruined and soaked through. 

You’re an absolute mess. 

You kneel on your court to catch your breath. You look up as Shawn’s shadow appears above you. He kneels next to you, “Hey, you doing okay, baby?”

“Stellar,” you quip sarcastically. 

Shawn laughs before helping you to stand. He places a hand on your back, ushering you off the court and into the locker room. You’re still kind of spaced out, so you don’t even take notice of Shawn guiding you to the private changing rooms. Despite there being no one present, he’s still proactive enough to lock the door behind you. 

He’s on you quicker than your mind can process. His lips cover yours as his tongue slithers into your mouth. One of his hands goes to your curls as you continue to make out. You moan at the feeling of his stubble against your face.

Shawn’s freckled hand travels down and slips beneath your skirt. He gently massages your wet folds before his fingers grab the vibrator. He holds the wet piece of machinery in his hands before setting it on the sink beside you. Shawn grabs your cheeks in his hand and presses them together. 

“Open your mouth, baby.”

You open your mouth, and Shawn slides his soiled fingers along your tongue. You swirl your fingers around the digits before Shawn pulls them out. He turns you around to face the mirror in the dressing room. “Put your hands on the mirror.” You lean forward to do it. From this angle, you can see down your top. You watch Shawn through the mirror as he flips your skirt up. He catches your eyes in the mirror, “I won, so I’m gonna collect my prize now.” 

He gently pushes at your lower back to increase your arch. Shawn pushes your shorts to the side and groans at the sight of your wet folds. You listen in anticipation as he pushes the shorts down his legs. 

“Didn’t even need to do much and I’m already hard for you, babygirl.” 

Your eyes roll back at the feel of his mushroom tip breaching your entrance. Shawn teases you for a few moments by pushing inside of you deeper and pulling back out. You push your hips back to try to catch more of his length inside of you. 

Shawn catches your face in the mirror, “You’re desperate for me already, pretty girl? Pretty little cunt’s practically begging for me.” 

You let out a long moan once he slides fully inside of you. Your warm walls spasm around him. Shawn pulls back slightly before grabbing hold of your skirt and pulling your hips back onto his. You’re moaning loudly and unashamedly as Shawn uses you inside the dressing room. The sounds of skin slapping, along with the squelching of your cunt would be enough to let anyone know what was going on inside the dressing room. 

Shawn lets go of your skirt and brings a hand up to wrap around your throat. He squeezes lightly as your glazed-over eyes meet his. “Open your mouth.” You stick your tongue out, and the older man leans over to spit into your mouth. 

You close your mouth and moan at the act. Honestly, Shawn had been the first man that you had ever let spit in your mouth, and frankly, you’d never get tired of it. You can feel the increasing pit of heat rising in your stomach, and Shawn smirks down at you, “You gonna cum, baby? Huh? Did I say you could cum?”

You shake your head, “M’sorry, daddy. Can I cum, please?”

“Since you asked like a good girl…yes, you can.” His fingers snake around to your front to strum at your clit. The combination of his thrusts, the hand around your throat, and the added stimulation on your clit brings you release strongly. 

Shawn kisses you through your orgasm as tears run down your face. His hips never stop their relentless movement, and soon, he groans loudly against your lips and releases inside of you. You moan at the feeling of his warm release coating your walls.

Shawn continues placing small kisses against your lips as you both come down from your highs. He pulls out of you slowly and slips your shorts back into place. He gently pats your covered center, “Be a good girl and hold my cum.” 

Yep, he was never beating the freaked-out allegations. 

He pulls his shorts up, and you both exit the dressing room. You pass by the mirror and look at yourself fully. You catch Shawn smiling proudly in the mirror, “I look like I was involved in a fight.”

“No, you look like a woman who just got her back blown out. Huge difference,” Shawn corrects. 

You laugh, “You’re incorrigible, Hatosy.”

Shawn comes up and kisses your shoulder, “You dig it. Besides, I won. I had to claim my prize.” 

You both grab your bags before exiting the locker room. Shawn wraps his arm around you and pulls you into his side. “I think tennis may be my new favorite sport,” You said. Shawn’s cum is starting to leak down into your shorts, but you don’t mind. 

Shawn chuckles lowly, “I knew I’d convert you. You know what you wanna eat?”

“Can we go get pizza and cuddle in your bed?”

Shawn nods, “We can go do whatever you want, babydoll.”

You wake up and run your hand across the sheets. They’re cold, which lets you know that Jack has been gone for some time. This has been the usual pattern for the past week. He wakes up way before you and heads into work early. 

He always leaves the same note, “Had to go finish some files. I love you.”

Your heart clenches at the note and the fact that you feel like you haven’t seen Jack in forever. You know that he’s still hung up on the situation that happened on the Fourth of July. Frankly, you could understand why it was upsetting for him, but you weren’t holding it over his head in any way.

You love Jack. 

One incident isn’t going to stop you from loving him. 

You just need him to understand that you’re willing to work with him through all of this. 

You run your hands across your face before exiting the bed. The finalizations for the house were finally being completed this week, and you and Jack had been made aware by your agent that you were all set to move by the end of the week. All of the furniture that you had been picking had already been delivered to the house and assembled.

The thought excites you.

This should be an exciting week for you and Jack. You’re one step closer to your forever together. If only you could help him snap out of this funk. 

At the hospital, you’re unaware of the plight that Jack is going through. Robby searches around the hospital for Jack. but comes up short each time. He checks with Dana, who shrugs and suggests that he look in the break room. He only finds Dennis, who is casually munching away on leftovers that you made the other night.

“Hey, have you seen Abbot?” Robby questions.

Dennis swallows the food in his mouth and nods, “I think I saw him walking towards the stairs a couple of minutes ago.”

Robby frowns and quickly thanks Dennis. He can feel his heart start to hammer in his chest at the worry that he feels for his friend. If Jack is on the roof, that means that things are bad again. 

He finds the other man standing behind the railing and looking out at the city. “I thought I was being discreet with coming up here.”

Robby sighs deeply, “Why are you up here, Jack? I thought we were past all of this.”

Robby walks closer to lean against the railing with Jack. Jack doesn’t look at Robby. He keeps his sorrowful eyes forward, but Robby can see that something is troubling him. He doesn’t rush Jack. He finds that you have to give Jack the time and space to open up. If you try to pressure it out of him, he’ll clam up.

“You remember that fourth of July shift?” Jack asks softly.

Robby nods, “Yeah, that was a pretty intense day.”

“That night, when I went home. It was all going good. She was there, and she had fixed my plate. She was taking care of me like she usually does. We went to sleep, and I don’t know man….I just..I really thought that the episodes were over. Suddenly, I was right back in that moment where I lost my leg.” Robby continues to sit in silence and lets Jack get this off his chest.

Jack sighs, running a frustrated hand through his hair, “She was trying to help. She touched my shoulder, and I completely flipped out. I started screaming, and I pushed her man. I pushed her, and she fell off the bed.” Frustrated and guilty tears sting his eyes. Robby’s face drops in empathy for both you and Jack because he understands why.

Jack sniffles, “I didn’t mean to do it. I wouldn’t hurt her, but the fact that I did has been killing me for these past weeks. And you wanna know the worst part? She got right back up as if nothing had happened. She shouldn’t have to do that for me, Robby. She shouldn’t have to worry if I’m gonna wake up in the middle of the night screaming my lungs out or if I’m gonna attack her. That’s not the kind of life I want to build with her.”

The words hang heavy in the air, but the subtext is clear. 

Jack feels like a burden. 

Robby sighs, “I’m so sorry, Jack. That’s tough, but you and I both know that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. She knows that you didn’t mean it. The things that you went through…that was tough, man, and I wish every day that I could take those memories away for you. I know you feel guilty, but she loves you. I mean, I don’t ever think I’ve seen someone love as hard as she does. But…I gotta be honest with you. This guilt. The wallowing in shame. It doesn’t help you or her. You need to talk to her about what’s going on. You’re getting married in a month–you can’t keep those feelings to yourself.”

Robby continues to watch Jack, who appears to be processing the words. 

He nods in response. He knows that it’s not fair to you that he’s been leaving early without talking about everything. He also knows that it’s not fair that he hasn’t shared these feelings with you. 

“I’ll talk to her tonight,” Jack responds. 

“Good. Now, I need you back on the floor if you’re feeling up to it,” Robby suggests softly. By now, Jack knows that Robby won’t hesitate to send him home if he feels like Jack will be too distracted. You had been teaching them the importance of proper work-life balance. 

When Jack and Robby walk back down to the front desk, they both head to the board to pick up their next cases. Dana pulls a bag from behind the desk and slides it towards Jack, “Hey, Princess dropped this off for you. Told me to tell you to make sure that you eat it all.” 

Jack nods and grabs the bag to take it to the lunchroom. He sets it down and opens it to see what you’ve packed. Inside, you’ve cooked him a full meal and made sure to add snacks and energy drinks for the day. He picks up the folded piece of paper inside the bag that has his name on it. 

“Hey, I know that you haven’t been feeling the best, which I want to talk about when you get home, but I just want you to know that I love you more than anything, Jack. I’ll always be here. Be sure to eat it all & share with Robby too. I’ll see you at home. xx, Princess”

Jack’s heart clenches in his chest. His beautiful girl was still taking care of him, even when he’d been too stubborn and shameful to admit what was going on. 

In his mind, he thinks of all the ways that he’ll apologize and make it up to you.

___________________________

Jack makes it home before you do. 

He enters the bedroom to find clothes for himself and begins the process of taking off his prosthetic. Jack sets the prosthetic off to the side by the nightstand and grabs his crutches to enter the bathroom. He turns the water on and begins the process of taking off his clothes.

You enter the apartment and take your shoes off by the door. 

You hum a quiet tune to yourself while setting all of your stuff down by the door. You spot Jack’s keys in the bowl, which lets you know that he’s home. You walk over to the fridge to see what food you and Jack are having for dinner tonight. You pick up the salmon and drop it as soon as you hear a loud crash coming from the bathroom.

Your mind immediately goes to the possibility of Jack being hurt.

You rush into the bathroom and throw the door open. You look down and see Jack lying on the floor. He appears just as stunned as you from the fall. 

“Oh my god, Jack. Are you okay, baby?” Concern is present throughout your voice. You kneel to try to help Jack up from the floor.

“Jack, just put your arm around me, and we’ll stand together.”

You’re both fumbling over the attempt together, especially since there is water on the floor. In your mind, you’re just helping Jack to stand. In Jack’s mind, this is a new low of embarrassment for him. He hadn’t had this happen in a long time. Initially, when he was still getting used to only having one leg, he did things like this all the time. But after years of being fully adjusted, he didn’t have this problem anymore. 

The combination of the embarrassment, plus you having to help him up, makes Jack feel small and incompetent. It’s even more embarrassing the fact that he’s naked and having to put all of his weight on you. He tries to stop you from helping him so that he can do it himself, but you aren’t listening. You’re too caught up in making sure that he’s okay. 

“Stop!” He yells, and your body freezes in response. 

You move back in surprise. Immediately, thick tears start welling up in your eyes. You sniffle and leave the bathroom. Guilt builds up in Jack’s chest. He moves to stand and wipes the water from his body. He puts on his clothes before grabbing the crutches to go to you.

He finds you sitting in the living room–now with the tears fully streaming down your face. 

Before he can utter a word, your eyes find his, “You don’t get to talk to me like that. I was just trying to help.” Your voice cracks at the end of the statement. 

Jack sits on the couch across from you, “I’m sorry. I never should have raised my voice like that at you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Your sorrowful gaze finds him, “What’s going on, Jack? You’ve been off for days now.”

All of the things in Jack’s mind, combined with this situation, just feel overwhelming at the moment. He frowns at the table before meeting your gaze. You scoot closer to him and grasp one of his hands in yours. “Whatever it is, Jack. We can get through it together, but I need you to talk to me.” 

The tears fill his eyes before he knows it. He takes a deep breath, and he can finally meet your eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Your brows furrow, and you stare at him closely, “I don’t understand. What does that mean, Jack?”

“This. You and I. I can’t do it anymore. You don’t deserve this, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen, and it’s your turn to start disassociating. The room sounds like it’s ringing, and you’re desperately trying to make sense of everything. 

“You don’t want to marry me anymore?” Your voice sounds so small, which breaks Jack’s heart further.

“Of course, I want to marry you…..but I can’t. You deserve the world, and I know there’s going to be someone out there to give it to you. The stuff on the 4th and now this, it just made me realize that I have so much baggage. Honey, I don’t want you to have to spend your life taking care of me. It’s not fair to you.”

The tears are streaming down your face, “So that’s it? I don’t get a say in this. We don’t get to talk about this? You don’t get to just spring this on me right now, Jack!” You stand up from the couch to put distance between you and Jack. You start pacing the floor until you look at him, “Is there someone else? Do you not love me anymore?”

You’re grasping at straws. There has to be something. He can’t just end this now. 

Not when you love him…

Jack shakes his head, “There’s no one else. I still love you. God, I love you so much that this is why I know that this is the best option for you.”

“You don’t get to make that choice for me!! You don’t get to leave me when we’re supposed to spend forever together, Jack!” You turn, and sobs start to tear through your body. Jack hates to see the way that this is hurting you. He can’t contain the tears that slip down his face. 

You turn back to face him. You walk closer and kneel in front of him, “Please don’t end it like this. We can make it work. You’re not a burden to me. I love you.” 

You lean closer and connect your foreheads together. Your deep breaths are colliding against each other. Jack shakes his head and moves back, “I’m so sorry.”

You realize that in that moment…he means it.

Almost robotically, you stand and move to separate yourself from Jack. Your hand goes to your ring finger, where the engagement ring sits. You fumble with the ring, and Jack raises a hand to stop you, “You don’t have to give it back to me. It’s yours.”

Your cold gaze settles upon him, “Why the fuck would I keep your ring if we aren’t getting married?”

You slide the ring from your finger and place it on the table in front of Jack. Calmly, you gather your stuff and open the front door of the apartment. Your red eyes meet Jack’s again…and then you’re gone.

The door closes behind you with a soft click. 

Jack watches the door, and a part of him begs him to stand and chase after you. He feels his heart shattering more when he thinks about what he just did. 

He looks down at the table at your ring. 

His throat starts to close and feel heavy with grief and sorrow. His vision blurs and finally…Jack allows himself to break down. Sharp sobs wrack through his body. 

“I’m so sorry, Princess.”

End.

Jack and Robby are driving down the road. Robby’s at the wheel and Jack’s playing passenger princess. Gucci Mane hums lowly from the radio as they both bob their heads in sync. 

“This should be a fun weekend,” Robby states, turning his head in Jack’s direction.

Jack hums and nods in agreement. 

You lean forward from your position in the backseat and smile at both men, “I think we’ll have a lot of fun this weekend.”

Jack and Robby were going out for another of their old men fishing trips since the weather was nice. Robby has a lake house located outside of town, and he and Jack had been coming here for years to fish. 

This weekend was special. This weekend, they both invited you to come along on their fishing adventure. You had been fishing before with your dad. Since he didn’t have any boys, he often took you, Kiara, and Jaylen with him to fish. You all enjoyed it, well except Kiara, who refused to bait her rod. 

“So what do you two usually get up to during these little retreats? Let me guess, cracking open a couple of beers, reminiscing on the good old days, braiding each other’s hair, painting your nails, and gossiping. Did I get that right?” You tease, moving your head between both of them. 

Both men laugh at your quip. Jack speaks up first, “Yeah, sounds about right baby. But you forgot the pillow fight.”

Your eyes brighten with mischief, “Ooooo a pillow fight. Is it usually naked?” 

Robby turns beet red at your teasings before shaking his head, “Sorry to disappoint kid, but we’re not that fun.” 

“Booooo, whores,” You mutter before leaning back in your seat. To keep you preoccupied on the ride out so you wouldn’t be whining, Jack had packed your iPad and Polaroid camera. 

Soon, you stop at a grocery store to all get food for the weekend. The clerk at the counter is an older man with thick glasses and silver hair. He smiles when he sees Jack and Robby entering the store, “Well if it’s my two favorite doctors! Jack, Robby, how ya doing?”

Jack and Robby both greet the older man with deep hugs. You smile because you can tell that they’ve obviously formed a bond with him. 

“Ed, it’s great to see you man. We’ve been good. How’s Diane doing?” Robby asks. 

Ed laughs lightly, “Oh you know Diane, she’s keeping me on my toes that’s for sure.”

Jack and Robby both chuckle, as if a mental image of the woman in question pops up. Ed looks past the two of them and smiles directly at you. “Well, who’s this gorgeous young lady?” 

You step closer with a similar grin and introduce yourself to the man. You both shake hands. Jack puts his arm around your waist, “She’s my fiancée.” 

You love how proud he sounds at announcing the news. Everywhere you went, Jack proudly announced to the world that you were his fiancée. 

Ed lights up at the admission, “Jackie, you naughty boy. You’ve been keeping this beauty hidden. When’s the wedding?”

“We haven’t set a date, but once we do, you and Diane will both be getting invites,” Jack states to which you nod in agreement. 

Soon, you, Jack, and Robby are all walking down the aisles, picking up essentials for the weekend. Jack and Robby don’t say anything as you casually throw random snacks into the basket. 

You all happen to end up beside the condoms. Robby picks up a pack to hold them in front of you and Jack, “You sure you both don’t need these? Wouldn’t want any surprise baby Abbots.” 

You and Jack both shake your heads. 

“Nope, we don’t need those, Robby. I always let Jack go in raw,” You say with a smirk on your face. As expected, Robby starts blushing. You move around him and begin searching through the condoms. You pick up a pack of Trojans XL and stick them out to Robby. 

“This seems like the appropriate size for you, right Robby?” Robby further flushes at you picking up the correct size for him. He rubs the back of his neck, “Uh…yeah, but I won’t be needing those this weekend kid.”

You pout and place them back on the shelf, “Shame.” You move around him and go back to browsing the aisles for groceries. Robby’s eyes continue tracking your movement as well as moving along your body shamelessly. 

You were wearing a pair of flared yoga pants and they were definitely hugging you just right. A throat clearing makes Robby’s eyes snap in Jack’s direction, who wears a cocky smirk on his face. 

“You done checking out my fiancée?” Jack asks. 

Robby’s face goes red and he nods his head, “I’m sorry, man. That was way out of line.” 

“It’s fine, brother. She’s a beautiful woman. I’d wonder if something was wrong with you if you didn’t look at her,” Jack replies before clapping Robby on the shoulder. He walks further up the aisle beside you and places his hand dangerously low on your back. 

He looks back at Robby and smirks. Yep, definitely going to be a long weekend. 

After collecting the groceries and saying goodbye to Ed, you’re all back on the road to the cabin. It’s not long before Robby is parking the truck in the driveway. Jack grabs his and your bags as you gawk at the lake house. 

“This is niceee, Robby! Why don’t you come here more often?” You question, turning your head in his direction. 

Robby shrugs, “Don’t really have the time. You know, work and all.”

You frown at him, “You definitely have the time. I’m sure you and Jack have PTO older than me.” Both men let out loud laughs as they both know that you’re right. The two ER cowboys are workaholics with poor work-life balance. 

You all walk into the lake house and you’re struck with how pretty and spacious it is. You could definitely see yourself coming out to a lake house like this if you and Jack had one. 

You look over in Jack’s direction, “Can we get a lake house, daddy?” 

Jack nods without any hesitation, “Course we can, princess. Whatever you want.” 

Robby looks between you and Jack. He loves witnessing the dynamic between the two of you. In a way, he wishes that he had someone to spoil and love on. Honestly, he wishes that he had someone to love him that way you love Jack. It’s not a secret to anyone that Robby struggles with commitment. 

He’s been in far more situationships and relationships than he can count. He almost feels shameful at just how many of these relationships involve fellow coworkers. Maybe, he should start branching out and trying to find someone not in the healthcare field. 

He and Jack both give you an impromptu tour of the house and he shows you the room that you’re staying in with Jack. You give the room a once over and nod in appreciation. 

“Okay, kid, we’re gonna take the boat out. You ready?” Robby asks. You nod as you all head out to the lake. 

Jack and Robby pack all of the essentials for the boat while you just sit pretty. Robby starts the boat as steers you all out to the middle of the lake. You take out a bottle of sunscreen from your bag, “Here, put some of this on. I can’t have my two white boys burning in the sun.” 

Jack sits patiently as you slather the sunscreen all over his face, neck, and arms. Without thinking, you move to Robby and start to slather the sunscreen on him. 

Jack takes the sunscreen from your hands, “Here, baby, you next.” 

Robby watches as Jack applies the sunscreen to your skin. He swallows roughly when Jack’s large hand travels down the front of your shirt near your breasts. Jack smiles in satisfaction, “There, all done.” 

You watch as Jack and Robby set up the fishing rods with the worms. They both cast their rods into the water and wait. You almost laugh as they open beer cans in sync. You weren’t really a beer girlie, so Jack brought wine coolers for you to sip on. 

Thirty minutes pass by and Jack and Robby both catch their own fish and place them in the bucket. Jack turns to you, “You wanna give it a shot, baby?” 

You nod and move closer. Jack hands the rod to you and is impressed at seeing you bait it and cast it so perfectly. Jack and Robby both watch intensely as you navigate the reel through the water. The reel dips and yanks in the water, and you carefully reel the fish in. Jack and Robby cheer when your fish reaches the surface of the water. 

It’s noticeably a lot bigger than their catches. Jack smashes a kiss on your cheek as Robby takes a picture of the both of you together with his fish. 

“You posting that to your Facebook, old man?” You joke. You never got tired of Jack posting you on his Facebook. He’d always use cute captions such as “My girl” or “My princess.” Of course, you were always eating it up. 

Jack’s presence on your social media had increased as well. You were posting your man like crazy. Anyone that was following your page would be treated to pictures of Jack on your stories. You’d get multiple men and women sliding up on your pictures telling you how fine “your silver fox” was. When you would show Jack the pictures, he’d always smile.

You, Jack, and Robby all head back to the house with your catches in tow. You all move through the kitchen in unison as you work to clean the fish and batter it. You mix together the batter while Robby starts frying the fish. 

Jack is the on the other side of the counter making the sides. He looks at you and Robby standing side-by-side at the stove. His favorite girl and his best friend. 

He didn’t miss the way that Robby’s eyes kept subtly tracing down the your form. He wasn’t offended by Robby’s staring. You’re a gorgeous girl and you’re all his. He doesn’t worry about anyone stealing you from him because he knows that you only want him. 

However, there’s a part of him that’s curious. He wonders how you and Robby would look together. He imagines Robby’s beared face between your thighs, your juices staining his mouth and beard. Robby’s a tall man. Jack bites his lip at thinking about the clear size difference between you and Robby. Your frame being overshadowed by Robby’s. 

He likes the fantasy…a lot.  

The food is set out and you all dig in. Jack and Robby entertain you with stories of their younger years when they first met. You almost do a spit take when Jack mentions that Robby used to have his ears pierced. 

“Wait, Robby, why’d you take out the piercings?” Robby blushes bashfully, thinking back to his younger years. “I don’t know, kid, I just kind of grew out of them.” 

You look at both Jack and Robby, “You guys have been through a lot together. You sure you’re not secretly married?” 

Jack takes a sip from his beer, “Robby, you remember when Dana started that rumor that we were secretly dating?” 

Robby laughs and shakes his head. You lean in, “Wait, spill. What happened?” 

“We were all fairly new to the hospital, so you know, everyone’s still getting to know each other. Robby and I kind of hit it off very quickly, but we were still warming up to Dana. There’s this unspoken tradition that you kind of prank the newbies. One day, we get to work and everyone’s clapping us on the back and smiling. Saying how beautiful it is that we’re so open. We’re both obviously like huh? Until someone finally mentions that they heard that we were dating!” Jack explains, laughing throughout the story. 

You and Robby join in. “How did you guys find out that it was Dana?” You question.

“We didn’t. We literally only found out from Dana 5 years ago. Mind you, the rumor is like 15 years old!” Robby exclaims. You start laughing again and you suddenly stop, “Oh my god! Is that why Myrna calls you fruitcake?!” 

Robby nods in response. You and Jack double over in laughter. After dinner, Jack and Robby clean up while you sip on a glass of water from your Stanley. 

You and Jack say your goodbyes to Robby while heading to your room. Robby enters his own room and goes to take a shower. He can vaguely hear the water running from your and Jack’s room. 

When Robby enters the room, he’s in his sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He slides beneath the covers and waits for the sleep to overtake him. Only it doesn’t because Robby’s ear pick up on very distinct sounds. 

He listens carefully and freezes when he hears a high pitched whine. Your whine. He moves carefully from the bed and crosses the room to press his ear against the wall that connect his room to yours. 

He grabs a nearby glass and presses it to the wall. He almost jumps back when he recognizes the sound of you and Jack having sex. Curiosity gets the better of him and he starts listening again. 

The distinct sounds of skin slapping together sends chills up Robby’s body. He can feel himself hardening at hearing yours and Jack’s shared moans. 

“You like that, baby? That’s your special spot, huh?” Jack’s voices echoes out. 

You let out a long needy moan, “Yes daddy, you’re hitting my spot so good. You’re making me feel so good.” 

Robby’s little cup situation picks up the wet squelches that he knows is coming from your pussy. He wishes so bad that he could be present in the room to see how Jack stretches you out and how well you take him. He palms himself through his pants as his imagines your creamy release coating the base of Jack’s cock. 

No longer able to deny himself, Robby pushes his own pants down to free his cock. He hisses softly as he grips himself. He spits in his own hand and wraps it around his cock, which is beginning to leak. 

A breathless moan leaves his mouth as the first tug of his hand. He closes his eyes as he continues to listen to you and Jack and imagines what would happen if he was in the room. 

Robby strokes his cock faster as Jack picks up his pace. Your moans are getting a lot more needier and higher. Robby knows this means that you’re close. He doesn’t even know why he knows that, but he does. 

“You close, princess?” 

“Mhmm, yes, daddy, I’m so close. Can I cum please?” Robby’s eyes roll back at how desperate you sound right now. He imagines your body riding him and your needy eyes looking down at him, tears dotting your cheeks, as you beg him for release. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for me.” Jack demands gruffly. Your cries and moans echo throughout the room. Jack follows behind and so does Robby. His warm release spurts all over his shirt as his body fully shivers. 

Robby feels like an absolute pervert. Standing at the wall with a cup and his dick in his hand listening to you and Jack. He looks down at his cum-soaked hand and t-shirt. He hadn’t came that hard in a while. He goes to the bathroom to clean up and throws on a new shirt. He’ll just have to pretend that this never happened. 

Yeah, that’s right. Just pretend. 

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As expected, Robby’s horrible at pretending. When you and Jack join him for breakfast the next day, it’s clear by the limp that you’re sporting that Jack had for sure put you through the mattress. 

There’s also a hint of a hickey peaking out from your graphic tee. Robby tries his best to steal his expression to not give anything away. 

“Morning, Robby,” You say, pouring yourself and Jack a cup of coffee. You hand Jack his cup as you start pouring sugar and creamer in your own cup. 

“Morning kid. Morning Jack,” Robby replies. 

Jack takes a sip of his coffee, “Morning brother. Sleep okay?” 

Robby freezes at the question. It’s a simple question really, nothing out of the ordinary for Jack to ask, but he just feels like Jack knows. Like he knows that Robby was standing at the wall like a freaking, jerking it like it was some offbrand gloryhole porno. 

“Yeah, I always sleep pretty good here,” He replies. Honestly, he had slept really good. He can’t remember the last time that he’s had sleep that good. 

Robby and Jack both look at you, “You wanna go back out on the water today?” 

You shake your head. “No, that’s okay. Why don’t you both go and I can get some sunbathing in.” 

Both men agree to your plan before you all disperse to get changed. Robby almost chokes in his spit at the sight of you in a bikini top and shorts. The string from the bikini show partially from your hips. 

Robby has to constantly remind himself not to pop a boner right now. He and Jack enter the boat while you start to place your towel on one of the lawn chairs. You shrug the shorts off and bend over slightly to fold them to the side.

Jack and Robby ogle you shamelessly. They both salivate at the way that the bikini hugs your curves. You lay out on the towel and the both almost faint at the way that you boobs kind of spill from the sides of the top. You have your shades on so you lean up and cast them a little wave, “Bye bye. Don’t have too much fun without me.” 

It takes everything in Jack and Robby to not dock the boat so that they can stare at you. An hour and a half later, Robby is typing the boat back to the dock while Jack leaves to go find you. 

He finds you swimming around the pool. You smile and peddle over to him as he’s standing at the edge of the pool. “My, my, I didn’t know that a pretty little mermaid came with the house too.” Jack states, pulling a chain to sit closer to you.

You lean against the wall of the pool, “Not a mermaid. A siren. I lure seaman to their death with my song.” 

Jack smiles at this. “Well, honey, if you were a siren in the middle of the sea, I wouldn’t fight back if you wanted to lure me out.”

“Me either.”

Yours and Jack’s heads back to snap in the direction of Robby’s voice. The taller man casually saunters towards you and Jack with a small smiles on his face. You look at both men, “The water’s really nice. You sure you guys don’t wanna come in?” 

“Nah, baby, I’m pretty wiped from today,” Jack says. You look in Robby’s direction and he shakes his head. 

“Suit yourselves,” you say, as you go back to splashing in the water. Jack and Robby both watch you in fascination. The way the water curls around your body. After 20 minutes, you get tired of swimming. 

You push yourself out of the pool and grab the nearby towel to start wiping your body. To Jack and Robby, you look like something out of one of their wildest fantasies. You don’t even realize how much power you hold over both men. 

They’re both snapped out of their trance when you throw the wet towel in their direction. You make your way over to them and plop across the couch. You upper body is on Jack’s lap while your legs are in Robby’s 

Robby and Jack’s eyes both go to your bikini top as they can see your nipples peaking through. “Soo, what are we eating tonight?” 

Jack runs his fingers along your stomach, “How about me and Robby serve you tonight? I know a killer grilled fish recipe.”  

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Later on in the day, you’re sitting on the deck as Robby and Jack both man the grill. Your eyes trail over each other their figures. Jack 5’9 frame against Robby’s 6’1. You shiver thinking about your body being sandwiched between theirs. 

Both of their beards rubbing against your skin. You wonder how Robby fucks. If he’s anything like Jack, you know it’s intense and a little mean. 

Jack and Robby bring the fish back to the table along with the sides that they prepared. 

“Mmmm..this is really good!” You spoon another helping of the fish in your mouth. 

“So you guys decided on any plans for the wedding?” Robby asks, looking between you and Jack.

“No definite date, but we want something small and intimate. My family has a house out in Oak Bluffs, and we wanna do it there,” You reply. 

“What’s the budget for this?” Robby asks with a testing tone. Robby knows in his heart that Jack would give you the world if you asked for it. 

Jack shakes his head, “Nothing crazy. Her dad and I agreed to pay for the wedding together. Since we’re using her parents’s house, that cuts the cost in half.” 

You all continue to eat and discuss your wedding plans, including the colors and your ideas for the aesthetic. You had opted to plan the wedding yourself with the help of your mom and sisters. You didn’t really think it was necessary to get a wedding planner, especially with your job. 

It was already agreed up that Robby was going to be Jack’s best man with Dennis, Jesse, and a couple of Jack’s buddies as groomsmen. Your sisters were service as your maids of honor with your cousins and some of the girls from the PTMC serving as bridesmaids. 

It’s dark by the time that you all enter the house again. You entertain yourselves by playing multiple rounds of uno. 

You and Jack are sitting on the couch across from Robby. You all have drinks in your hands. Feeling frisky, you decide to make your evening interesting. 

“Robby, what’s the craziest thing that you’ve done sexually?” You question, sending the man a teasing smirk. 

Just as you suspect, Robby’s face goes red. “Uhh…I guess, one time I let this girl that I was seeing at the time tie me up and edge me for hours.” 

You and Jack lean forward with interest, “Yeah? And what happened next?” 

Robby scratches the back of his neck, “I was practically shaking by the end of it. There was cum everywhere.” He laughs at the end of the statement, cheeks reddening. 

He looks back up at you, “Your turn, kid. What’s a fantasy that you have?”

You ponder on the question for a second, “I have a fantasy about having a threesome. Being stuck between two insanely hot men and their common goal is to make me cum as much I want.” 

You take a sip of your drink at the end of the statement. Both men’s eyes darken at your words. The thread is thin, but it’s threatening to snap. 

You look over to Jack, whose eyes are filled with lust. “Jack, what’s one roleplay that we haven’t done that you want?”

Jack chuckles, “Sweetheart, I have a list of roleplays in my mind that I wanna do with you. But the one that’s been on my mind the most? You and me, role playing as strangers. I wanna take you back to a hotel room and use you the entire night.” 

You lean towards Jack, “Just say the word and we can make that happen, daddy.” 

Robby clears his throat and stands. You and Jack see him subtly trying to hide his erection behind his hands. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” 

“We should go take one too, Jack.” You say and then you look back at Robby. “We’ll meet you back in the living room right? We can watch Netflix together.”

Robby nods at your suggestions and shuffles out of the room. When he makes it the shower, he immediately turns on the cold water to calm his body down. He throws on a pair of pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. 

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you and Jack making out on the couch. Jack’s body is half covering yours as his hand moves under your panties. Soft moans radiate through the room. 

You open your eyes and happen to catch Robby’s and he turns. “I’m sorry. That was weird. I’ll give you guys some privacy.”

“Hey, Robby, wait.” Jack calls out. Robby turns to look at Jack, who ushers him forward. 

Robby tentatively steps into the room. Jack is shirtless in only pair of basketball shorts, while you’re wearing a shirt, which Robby assumes is Jack. 

Robby feels like prey with you and Jack’s eyes on him. 

“Don’t look so scared, Robby. I told you that I’d plan a play date for us soon,” you tease. Robby’s mind goes back the conversation that you had. You and Jack had planned this? 

“Wait, I’m confused. This is was your idea?” He points to you and then he points at Jack, “And you’re okay with this?”

Jack nods, “Wouldn’t be happening if I wasn’t okay with it, brother. Besides haven’t you always been curious?”

Robby nods. He can’t lie. He has been wondering about this exact scenario even before you came along. You stand from the couch and cross the room to stand in front of Robby. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to Robby. We want you to feel comfortable. We can start slow….can I kiss you?” You ask. Robby spares a glance at Jack, who nods.

Robby nods and you lean up to slowly press your lips against his. Your hands make their to his shoulders and you deepens the kiss. Robby lets his body melt into yours as one of his hand finally comes up to cradle your jaw. When you pull back, you grab his hand to bring him to the couch that Jack is sitting on.

You sit in the middle of them. First, you move your head to start kissing Jack. Jack’s tongue meets yours and Robby watches in amazement at the pure rawness of it all. You move your hand to bring Robby into the kiss. For minutes, you, Jack, and Robby all share kisses together. It becomes indiscernible to tell whose lips are on each other. 

At one point, you remove yourself from the kiss and watch as Jack and Robby keep their lips locked together. Robby’s tongue meets Jack’s and both men moan. You bite your lips at their needy display. 

“Awww, my poor babies have been dying to kiss each other, haven’t you?” 

Robby and Jack pull apart and open their eyes when they notice that you’re not in the kiss. They both look at each other and then at you. 

You smile, “So should we continue this in our room or Robby’s?” 

“Robby’s. I want him to still smell us on his sheets after tonight,” Jack states. 

You all walk to Robby’s room and the tension thickens. Inside the room, you stand in the middle of the room as Jack and Robby surround you. 

Jack comes stand beside you, “Take your shirt off, princess. Show Robby what he’s been dying to see.” You toss the shirt over your head and Robby’s breath hitches as he can see that you only have on a pair lacy panties. 

Jack looks at Robby, “Come touch her, brother.” 

Robby crosses the room. You look at him with your pretty eyes, pleading for him to make a move. Finally, he allows his hands to trail up your body. He traces along the curve of your hips to the sides of your breasts. Goosebumps appear on your skin. Robby cups both of your breasts in both hands and  then he pinches your left nipple. 

A sharp gasp leaves your mouth. Robby’s lip press to yours again as he keeps tweaking both of your nipples. Jack goes to sit in the chair in the corner as he watches you and Robby kiss. 

You remove your lips from Robby and look over to Jack for instructions, “Blow him. I wanna see how good he looks in your throat.”

You lightly push Robby on the bed and grab his pants to lower. Robby lifts his hips to assist you. His cock bobs in the air and your mouth waters at how pretty it is. 

Robby’s a little longer than Jack, but they’re still equally beautiful. Robby jumps slightly as your hand wraps around him. You move forward and start kitten licking around the circumference of his dick. Robby’s head falls back as you put your mouth on his tip. He fully groans when your mouth envelopes him. You set a a steady pace of bobbing your head up and down. 

Robby’s eyes are in the back of his head from the pleasure that you’re giving him. “Eyes open, Robby. I want you to watch my girl.” Robby moans from your stimulation and Jack’s demanding tone. 

He looks over to Jack, who is palming his own bulge. Robby’s eyes drift down and he makes eye contact with you. You pull off of his cock, but you continue licking lightly at his tip. 

“Am I making you feel good, Robby?” You ask, jerking his cock in your hand. Robby moans and nods his head. You squeeze him and he jumps in your hold, “Words, Robby. I need you to tell me how good I’m making you feel.” 

“So good. You’re making me feel so good, kid.” Robby gasps out, hips moving in rhythm with your strokes.

“Good boy.” With that, you fully envelope him into your mouth again. Robby moans loudly when you go deeper and his cock enters your throat. You gag slightly, but continue to let the spit drip down his shaft and into the hairs at the base of his cock. 

“Use her throat,” Jack orders. Robby grabs your hair in his hand and starts to thrust forward. For a moment, the only sounds in the room are your wet gurgles as you let Robby use you. When Robby pulls back, a thin line of saliva is connecting your lips to his cock. 

He swaps place with you on the bed and pulls your wet panties down your legs. He tosses the flimsy material in Jack’s direction. Jack catches it and brings the material to his nose to smell you. 

Jack finally pushes the shorts down and his own cock slaps against his stomach. He wraps a steady hand around it as he continues to enjoy watching you and Robby. Robby kneels between your legs and looks at the shiny slick between your folds. 

He moves closer to drag his tongue up your folds. He moans at the taste of your sweet essence on his tongue. He thrusts his tongue in and out your opening as he lets his nose bump into your clit. Your back arches from the bed as Robby continues to eat you. Your moans pitch higher as Robby starts sucking on your clit. The increased motion on your clit causes you to explode against Robby’s tongue. Your fingers grip his hair roughly, but frankly, he doesn’t mind the pay. 

“I wanna ride you,” You tell Robby, pushing him on the bed. You straddle Robby’s thigh and aim his head for your entrance. 

You both let out gasps of pleasure as he breaches your entrance and you sink down further. 

“How’s he feeling, baby?”Jack asks, eye zoning in the space where you and Robby are connected. 

You look in Jack’s direction with that pretty pout on your face, “He feels so good, daddy. He’s so deep.” You start moving your hips up and down. Your thighs slap against Robby’s and all he can do is moan as you make him feel good. 

He bucks his hips up into yours and you moan louder. Those tears are already starting to fill your eyes. Jack call his name and Robby looks past your moving figure. “Hold her open for me, I wanna see the mess that she’s making for us.” 

Robby grabs both of your cheeks in his hand and spreads them for Jack’s viewing. Jack groans at the sight of your cream forming a ring around Robby’s cock. It’s as if the more that Robby thrusts in you, the more of your creamy release coats him. Robby moves his thumb to start flickering at your clit. The added sensation plus Robby’s long cock is enough to send you over the edge for a third time. 

Your walls tighten and pulse around Robby. He can feel his release approaching. Jack notes this as well, “No cumming inside he’d Robby. Only I get to do it.” 

You remove yourself from Robby’s cock just as Jack gets up to get into bed with you both. His fingers trail down to your sensitive folds and you whine slightly at the feeling. Jack pouts down at you, “My poor baby, it’s too much for you?”

You shake your head. Jack lay down on the bed and you straddle his thighs. You sink down onto his cock and you both moan. You and Jack look in Robby’s direction before Jack speaks. “You can have her other hole. Been training it specifically for you.” 

You spread yourself so that Robby can see. You nod to the drawer, “There’s lube in there.” Robby opens the drawer and removes the lube. He spreads an equal amount on his cock, along with squirting some along your other hole. 

Robby takes a deep breath along with you as he starts to push in. Tears prickle at your eyes, but Jack’s quick to take action, “Shhh..it’s okay baby. Robby’s just gonna stretch you out a little, then you’ll feel so good.” He makes tiny circles with his thumb on your clit. 

Robby pushes forward until he’s fully inside of you. You both groan at the sensation. Both Jack and Robby make eye contact before they start moving in tandem. You all moan at the sensations. Jack and Robby can feel each other through your walls. 

You’re completely blissed out by being used by both of them. Your brain is completely mush at this point. Robby’s arm comes around you and he wraps it around your throat, “We making you feel good, kid?” 

You nod, eyes glazed over and filled with tears. Robby mocks your nod with his own condescending pout. His lips close around yours as his grip around your throat tightens. 

A sudden slap to your clit makes you jump and your walls hug each man tighter. Another slap makes you cry out and you look down at Jack. Jack smirks, “My poor dirty girl. What am I gonna do with you, huh? You want me and Robby at the same time? What a greedy slut.”

“So greedy. She’s practically sucking us in,” Robby states. 

Your body begins to subconsciously move back against Robby and Jack. You all around a sweaty mess of cum and pleasure. Jack rubs small circles on your clit while Robby tweaks your nipples. All of the stimulation is too much as you moan loudly.

Lights burst beneath your eyelids as your release splashes Jack. Your body is shaking by the time that you’re done coming  down from your high. Jack and Robby are thrusting faster now, their releases close.

You lazily peak at Robby, “I want to taste you on my tongue.” Gently, Robby pulls from you and moves beside your head. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue as he strokes his cock over your mouth. Soon, Robby is groaning as his white release squirts inside your mouth. 

He collapses on the bed as Jack continues thrusting in your pliant body. You move your mouth, which is filled with Robby’s cum and lock lips with Jack. You both moan as you share Robby’s cum between the two of you. 

Robby doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything nastier. Jack’s thrust increase and soon his own loud groan enters the space as his white release coats your walls. You collapse against his chest as you all breathe heavily. 

Both men are surprised when you lift up your body and move backwards. You carefully slide yourself off of Jack’s cock and hold your fingers over your entrance. When you sit down, you spread your legs for both men to see Jack’s cum sliding out of you. 

They both groan in unison. They watch entranced as you guide your fingers to your entrance and scoop some of Jack’s cum from you. You hold your cum soaked fingers out to Robby, who wraps his lips around your fingers. 

Okay, make this the top nastiest thing he’s ever saw and done. You smirk at him, “I thought you might like a taste of me and Jack together.”

You all lay beside each other in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Well, that was a fun playdate,” You announce, smirking at both men, 

“Yeah, thanks for planning it,” Robby replies, eyes drooping from all of the activities. 

You look over to Jack, “Did you have fun, baby?” 

Jack huffs out a laugh, “My favorite girl and my best guy. What more could I ask for.”

You all curl up together and fall asleep next to each other.

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The next day when Robby wakes up, he feels like he just ran a marathon. That was hands down some of the best sleep and sex that he’s had in a while. 

He looks over to you and Jack and finds you both kissing. Jack has his hand between your legs strumming at your pearl. Noticing that Robby is up, he smirks at him, “Morning, brother, think you can help me out. Sure could use an extra set of fingers.” 

Robby smiles, “You know I’m always down to help you out, brother.”

His fingers join Jack’s as he starts to kiss the side of your neck. 

You moan and arch into their touch, “Best play date ever.” 

Jack wakes up before you do. There’s a lot of nerves radiating throughout his body because today’s a special day. Not only is it your one-year anniversary, but today’s the day that he’s going to ask to be his wife. 

His wife. 

He visualizes the day when you’ll be standing across from each other at the altar and he gets to hear you officially be called Mrs. Abbot. 

The thought you being his wife and being able to wake up to you each and every day makes his chest fell warm. You’re sleeping next to him with your head on his chest and your hand resting on his chest Jack takes a minute to admire you. His eyes trace  across your face and he notes all of the things that he likes about your face.

Even in your sleep, that cute pout doesn’t leave your face. He takes your hand and plays with your fingers. He imagines today when he asks you to marry him and places the ring on your finger.

“Holding my hand while I’m sleep. You really are down bad, Jackie,” You mutter with your eyes still closed. A few seconds later, you’re opening your eyes and staring up at him with a small smile. 

Jack returns your smile and leans down to place a soft kiss against your lips. “Happy Anniversary, sweetheart.”

A wide grin overtakes your lips before you’re moving to straddle his hips. You had chosen to wear one of Jack’s shirts to bed along with a pair of panties. Jack’s hands find your hips and he runs them up and down along your thighs.

You lean down with your lips ghosting over Jack’s, “Happy Anniversary, Jack. I love you.”

Jack feels the way that his heart beats faster at you saying those three words. He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of hearing you express your love for him. The best part was not only did you say it, but you were very intentional with showing how much you loved Jack. 

‘I deserve this.’ He thinks to himself. He does deserve this. He deserves to be happy with you. He deserves to love you. He deserves to be loved by you. 

Tonight would just be the moment where he finally was able to solidify it. 

You and Jack decide to take the morning slow. You both have the day off due to wanting to celebrate together. You had both made a mutual effort to cook breakfast together. 

Currently you were sitting across the table from each other. You took a bite out of one of the strawberries, “Do you know what you wanna do tonight?” 

Jack nods his head, “Yeah, I already got us a dinner reservation for tonight, so the only thing I need for you to do is to get all pretty and dolled up. Speaking of, I booked an appointment for you with your nail tech.” 

You swallow the strawberry in your mouth, “For today?”

“Mhm, I sent her the design that I think you should get. Your sisters are coming too. I thought it’d be good for you to spend a day with them before our date.” Jack explains, moving your foot into his lap and rubbing at your ankle. 

You pout slightly, “I thought we were gonna spend the day together.” 

Jack trails his hand up your thigh lightly before gripping it, “We will, baby. I promise. I just want to spoil my girl on our special day. You go get your nails done, your toes too if you want. All paid for today by me.” He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. “And you’re not gonna worry about any costs. All paid for by me.” 

You nod and smile at him. Jack moves his hand to cradle your jaw, “Words, princess. Say you understand.”

Heat spreads through your body, “I understand, daddy.”

Jack smirks, “Good girl.”

You stand and place yourself in Jack’s lap. You grab one of piece of the strawberries and run it across Jack’s chests. You look up innocently, “Oops, look like I made a mess.” 

Your tongue runs across Jack’s chest where the red liquid had run down. You continue to squeeze the juice along Jack’s chest and allow your tongue to trace along the path. His breathing grows deeper and you can see that he’s barely holding on by a thread. You’re kneeling in front of Jack and you squeeze the juice along his happy trail.

You’re the picture of perfect innocence as you stare up at Jack, “Well, I guess I gotta clean up my mess.”

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After yours and Jack’s moment of pleasure, you both get dressed for the day. A knock sounds out from the door. Jack moves to go open it as you’re spraying your perfume of your clothes and wrists. 

“Hi, brother-in-law,” Kiara teases, obviously an inside joke due to today’s event. You don’t think much of it because Kiara’s always calling Jack her brother-in-law.

When you come in the living room, they’re all standing around the counter, whispering about something, but stop once they see you. You frown, “Okay weirdos. Are y’all getting your nails done too?” 

Kiara and Jaylen both nod. Jack takes a sip of his coffee, “Yeah, I’m paying for their nails too.” 

“Awww that’s so sweet. Thank you, baby,” You reply, leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips. Jaylen and Kiara both thanks Jack as you’re all leaving out the door. 

“I already deposited the money to your account, sweetheart,” Jack calls out.

“Okay, thank you, daddy,” You call back. 

Kiara turns to you with a smirk on her face. “Ohhh thank you daddy,” She teases, making her voice higher. 

Jaylen is laughing off to the side and you side eye her, “Jaylen, what you laughing for? I bet Jesse got you calling him daddy too.”

Jaylen balls her face up at you, but you can still see the smile on her face. You all pile in Jaylen’s car with you in the front and Kiara in the back. You turn your head in Jaylen’s direction, “What exactly is going on with you and Jesse? Is it serious or just casual?” 

Jaylen shrugs, “Mostly casual, but I think he wants to make things serious.”

You can see the hesitancy on her face, “But you don’t want anything serious?”

Jaylen lets out a puff of high, “I don’t know what I want. Y’all know what happened last time I was ‘serious’ about someone.”

You and Kiara both nod with empathetic looks on your faces. Jaylen’s last relationship was…..tough to say the least. She had been dating a guy named Charlie for a solid three years. It was the first time that you or Kiara had ever saw Jaylen light up about a relationship. Usually, she was a lot more private about her relationships, but she was more open when it came to Charlie. 

You all were sure that she was going to be the first to be engaged and married based on the relationship. However that all came crashing down when Jaylen found out that he had been cheating. Not only was he cheating, but he was cheating with her best friend. You and Kiara had been there to help Jaylen pick up the pieces of a shattered heart, but after that, she became more reserved. No longer dating or constantly pushing away anyone who showed interest. 

“We know how bad you got hurt last time, Jay. But I know Jesse. I’ve known him for years and he’s a good guy. I’m not saying that you have to rush into anything, but at least give it a shot.” 

Jaylen thinks your words over and nods. Kiara leans forward from the backseat, “You know we always got your back, Jay. Whatever you need. If Jesse start acting up, I can handle that.” 

Jaylen briefly glances back at Kiara, “You know what, I don’t think I want to know how you plan to handle anything.”

Kiara nods, “Good. Keep it that way. Hand me the aux.” She leans back and starts playing Pooh Shiesty. You start thinking about how Jack would have a field day knowing that Kiara was playing this. 

When you get to the nail shop, Layla is already waiting with a huge smile on her face. She was always a really happy girl, but you had never seen her this giddy before. 

You sit down in the chair, “Okay, Lay, what did my man pick for me today?” 

Layla smiles and turns the inspo pic around that Jack had send her. The nails are almond shaped with white French tips and white 3-D flowers. You nod, impressed by his choice, “Period, my man got taste. I think I would like something like this when we get engaged eventually.”

From behind you, Jaylen and Kiara both look at each other and laugh silently. If only you knew that eventually was today. 

After you all get your nails done, Jack texts you to meet him for lunch at a brunch spot close to his apartment. Jaylen drops you off and as you’re leaving, they both pull you into a hug. You look at them both in confusion, “What was that?” 

Kiara hugs you again, “Shhh…just let us love on you. Don’t fight it.”

You return the hugs before saying “I love you” to each other. You walk into the restaurant and spot Jack sitting at a table. He smiles brightly as he sees you approaching the table. He gets up to kiss you and usher you into your seat. 

You flash your nails at him, “Do you like them?” Jack takes your hand into his, “I love them, baby. Did you have a good time?”

“Mhmm. Kiara and Jaylen were being weird when they dropped me off. They kept hugging me.” You said, fiddling with the straw in your drink. 

“Maybe they’re just showing that they love you,” Jack replies. You nod in agreement then look back at him, “Did you ever want siblings?” 

Jack thinks on it for a second, “Yeah, I did. But my parents never got around to having any. My army brothers kind of became my de-facto brothers after that.” 

“I bet you were so cute as a kid. I mean you’re hot now, but I know I’d be thirsting after you if we were in high school at the same time.” You state. Jack didn’t have many pictures up of himself as a kid or teenager. You had saw pictures of him in his early 20s and 30s, to which you told him that you definitely would have cracked him back then. Which then led to you explaining what exactly “cracking him” meant. 

Jack looks over the menu, “I have some pictures in my apartment. I’ll show them to you soon.”

After that statement, the waitress comes up to the table to take your orders. You both continue to chat and eat together before Jack suggests going shopping. 

“I wanna buy you a dress for tonight.” Jack announces. 

“Wow, a new dress and nails. You’re going all out for this anniversary, Jack,” You tease.

You both go from boutique to boutique trying on multiple dresses for tonight. You make it to the last boutique and you’re both searching the racks together. Jack comes back with a strapless white dress which would hug your waist and flare out at the bottom.

He hands it over to you, “I think this one is our winner.”

You go into the changing stall and try the dress on. Surprisingly the dress fits like a glove. You’re even more impressed at Jack’s observation of your body and what looks good on it. 

When you step out of the changing room, you stand in front of Jack and he feels like the entire room stands still in time. You look stunning—you always do. But in this, you’re perfect. He imagines the day when you’re coming down the aisle and wearing another gown.

God, tonight isn’t coming fast enough.

Jack stands and circles around you. He turns your body to face the mirror, “You look beautiful, sweetheart. My perfect girl.” 

You can feel your cheeks heating. Jack had always managed to find ways of making you feel beautiful. At the end of your shopping trip, he buys you the dress and a pair of heels to complement it. 

You both arrive back at his apartment and decide to spend the rest of the time lounging on the couch. You fall asleep on the couch and Jack moves gently to go to his phone. He texts a few people to ensure that all details are confirmed and that tonight will be perfect for you both. 

Jack left his apartment to go visit Mrs. Harrison. She opened the door with a bright smile, “Oh Jack! It’s so nice to see you. Where’s my friend?” She asked, referring to you. 

Jack laughed, “She’s at my place asleep. She’s got a long day ahead of her.”

Jack and Mrs. Harrison sat across from each other. She made them both a cup of tea before sitting down. “What did you mean by a long day?”

A huge smile crosses Jack’s face and Mrs. Harrison almost laughs at how boyish and young he looks right now. “I’m asking her to marry me tonight.” 

Mrs. Harrison gasps before clapping her hands, “Oh! Jack, that’s amazing dear! I’m so happy for you.” 

“Thank you. I really love her, you know. I wanna spend the rest of our lives together.” Jack explains, staring off into the distance. 

Mrs. Harrison smiles, “I’m just blessed to see you find love again, Jack. She’s a special girl and I’m wishing you both a lifetime of happiness.” 

Mrs. Harrison and Jack continue talking and drinking their tea for an hour. Jack makes his way into the apartment and finds you awake.

“Hey, where’d you go?” 

“Went to visit Mrs. Harrison. She says hi by the way.” Jack says. 

You nod, while stretching, “I’m gonna have to go see my homegirl. We gotta catch up on the gossip about the senior center that she’s going to. I need to know if Shelly and Henry are still fooling around.”

Hours later, it’s officially 7:00PM. You and Jack both get ready for your night out. You take extra care to moisturize your body. You choose to wear your natural hair out in a puffy Afro. Jack helps you with putting on your heels while he puts on his dress coat and pants. 

You whistle as he leaves two of the buttons undone, “Sheesh, two button undone with a little titty showing? I might not make it through the night, Jack.” 

He wraps his arms around your waist, “Trust me, it’s taking all of my restraint to not bend you over. But we got all weekend to celebrate, princess.”

You grab your clutch, while Jack grabs his keys and wallet. On the drive over, you hold hands. You smile when Jack starts to play “Best Part” by H.E.R. 

When he pulls up to the restaurant, you notice that it’s the Italian restaurant that you both had your first date at. Jack moves to your side and opens the door. You both walk hand in hand to the restaurant. 

When you reach the door, Jack turns to you, “I have a surprise for you here, but you have to close your eyes first.” 

You laugh nervously but follow his orders. Jack places his hands over your eyes for double assurance and guides you into the restaurant. 

“It’s so quiet. Was it this quiet when we came here last time?” You say aloud. 

Jack stops moving and removes his hands. He leans forward and mutters lowly, “Open your eyes, princess.”

You open your eyes and gasp in surprise. The entire restaurant is decorated with flowers, balloons, and candles. Your eyebrows furrow at seeing your parents, sisters, favorite co-workers, and the entire Pitt crew standing there. 

“I don’t understand. Why’s is every—“ As you turn to Jack, you notice a small ring box in his hands. Your heart begins racing in excitement. 

Jack smiles at you, “Sweetheart, you’ve been the best thing to ever happen to me in this past year. I wake up every day grateful that I get the opportunity to love you and to be loved by you. I thought that I wouldn’t get a chance like this again to be happy. I didn’t think that I deserved to be loved, but you proved to me that I do deserve it. You’re beautiful. Smart, caring. You make me laugh more than anyone has ever made me laugh. I know you were it for me early in our relationship. I want to wake up and see your beautiful face every single moment. I want to grow old with you. I want to experience every single new thing as long as it means it’s with you. So…”

He trails off and you can see him beginning to kneel down. Your mind quickly goes to his leg and you grab him gently, “Ask me like me this.” You state with tears glistening in your eyes.

Jack’s eyes become misty. Even in this moment, you’re still thinking of caring for him. He takes your hands in his and opens the ring box. You gasp at the ring inside.

Jack stares into your eyes again and says your name, “Will you marry me, sweetheart?” 

You immediately start nodding as tears stream down your face, “Yes! Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you Jack.”

A wide smile breaks onto Jack’s face and he grasps your face into his hands to kiss you. When he pulls back, he places the ring on your fingers. Both of your families all start cheering and start to surround you. 

You’re still crying when your parents and sisters embrace you, all with tears rolling down their face. 

“Wait, that’s why he picked my nails today,” You question. Kiara and Jaylen both nod. 

“Whew girl it’s been so hard sitting on that information ever since he asked daddy for your hand,” your mother says.

You look over to your father, “That was months ago. You really said yes?”

Your father nods, “During our talk, I realized that Jack was the perfect man for you. I knew he’d take care of my little girl.”

Tears start streaming down your face again as you launch your body into your father’s embrace. You’re pulled into another conversation by the Pitt girlies who all gush over your engagement ring.

Dennis and Jesse both have their turn to hug you. “Did you both know about this?” 

They both nod with huge smiles on their faces. “Yeah, he told us as soon as he bought the ring.” Dennis states. 

“You know this means that you’re both in my wedding, right,” You tease. 

“We better be. I’m already drafting up my speech,” Jesse says. You can see his eyes flickering over in Jaylen’s direction. You smile at him, “You should go over there.” 

Jesse nods and makes his way in her direction. You and Dennis both take the time out to admire your engagement ring. 

Next, you’re pulled into Robby’s arms as he, Jack, and Dana all surround you.

“Flash the rock at us, honey,” Dana says. You gleefully hold your hand up and Dana nods her head in approval. She glances at Jack, “You did good, Abbot.” 

The night progresses with you all sitting at one big table together. You and Jack are sitting in the middle with your hands intertwined. You can’t keep your eyes off of your engagement ring. Jack catches you staring, “I take it that I make a pretty solid choice with the ring?”

Your eyes sparkle as you look at him. “I love it so much, Jack. I love you too.” 

You press your lips against his. Laughter and chatter radiates throughout the table as your families mingle together. Food and drinks are served. 

In the midst of it all, you and Jack don’t take your eyes off each other. You’re partially still in disbelief at the fact that you’re now engaged to the man of your dreams. You had always wished and prayed for this moment, and it was finally here. 

Jack takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. He’s over the moon with excitement at finally being engaged to you.

Now, you get to spend the rest of your lives together.

Mr. and Mrs. Abbot. 

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it.

After the first time that you and Jack have sex, the two of you are insatiable. It’s like neither of you can get enough of each other. You and Jack were literally stuck to each other like white on rice. 

Jack loves how wanted you make him feel. You’re practically desperate to have him inside of you in some way. He was insecure that he wouldn’t be able to keep you with you, but surprisingly, his body had came alight in new ways. 

Just seeing your pleasured expression was enough to keep Jack hard and wanting. He had took you over nearly every surface in his apartment. By the end, he was beaming with pride at seeing his cum drip down your thighs. Still, he was careful with his actions. Even with you being on birth control, he still opted to buy condoms, but the two of you were frequently flying through the pack. 

The guy at the gas station had gave Jack an impressed look every time he came in to buy more condoms. To save himself the embarrassment, Jack has opted to go to Walgreens and stock up on condoms. 

While your nonstop sex sessions were great for you and Jack, there was one person in particular who suffered from your frequent lovemaking. 

Dennis Whitaker. 

For Dennis, it just seemed like he had the worst luck when it came to catching you and Jack. The first time, he had unexpectedly had to drive home on his lunch break to get a change in scrubs. He quickly unlocked the door and rushed in. 

What he definitely wasn’t expecting to see was you on the kitchen counter, spread eagle with your legs over Jack’s shoulders and the older man feasting away at you like you were his last meal. 

Dennis stood there in complete shock and it wasn’t until you leaned your head back and happened to open your eyes did you catch the younger man standing there. 

You quickly closed your legs around Jack’s head and pushed his away. Jack stood in confusion and caught sight of Dennis, who hurriedly apologized and rushed to his room. You and Jack both watched as he flew past the two of you and tripped on the way out. 

You looked back at Jack, whose mouth was still glistening with your juices, “I think we may have scarred, Whitaker.” 

Jack shook his head, “Nah, kid’s seen way worse in the Pitt. He’ll be okay.” 

You and Jack both looked at each other and started laughing. Jack stopped and started to look at you, “Can I finish going down on you?” 

A goofy smile appeared on your face and you nodded. Jack smiled and knelt between your legs again. 

Safe to say, Dennis still won’t eat on that side of the kitchen counter, no matter how many times that you’ve reassured him that you cleaned it. 

The next time that it happens is all an accident as well. Dennis was finally off from his shift and looking forward to crashing in his bed. When he gets into your shared apartment, he goes to the fridge to get a bottle of water. 

As he sips on the water, he listens intently as he starts to hear your cries echo through the apartment. He perks up at the sound and immediately his mind enters doctor mode and assumes that something is wrong with you. 

He’s rushes toward your room and quickly opens the door. He almost faints at the sight of your arched body as Jack thrusts roughly into you from the back. Both you and Jack’s heads snap towards Dennis standing in the door. 

Dennis quickly shuts the door and apologizes through it. 

The next day when he’s on shift, he can’t look Jack in the eye without seeing images of the older man taking his roommate to pound town. He purposefully avoids meeting Jack’s gaze or being anywhere in the general vicinity of Jack. 

Unfortunately, it’s an ER and often times, all hands are needed on deck. Dennis is called to assist in a car crash case, which Jack happens to be take charge for. After the procedure, both Jack and Dennis stand at the desk, charting notes. 

Dennis’s eyes keep darting to Jack’s direction, which the older man quickly clocks. “You good, kid?” 

“Umm..yep, really good.” Dennis answers in a high-pitched tone. He quickly finishes up his note and flies away from the nurses’ station. 

“What’s his problem?” Shen asks, watching the jittery boy fly away. 

“You know how weird the residents can get,” Jack replies with a nonchalant shrug.

Shen shrugs and accepts the excuse. 

The last time that Dennis is traumatized by you and Jack is at the bar. A planned outing at the local bar was suggested, and naturally, you tagged along. You had been sitting closer to Jack the entire evening and taking small sips from his beer. 

You get up first and state that you’re going to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Jack also disappears but no one seems to pay it any mind. 

Dennis gets up to go to the bathroom. He walks to the back of the bar, where the bathrooms are located. He finds that the men’s bathroom is preoccupied, so his tipsy mind tells him to try the unisex bathroom. 

He grabs the knob and walks in without any regard for the potential of anyone being in there. 

His draw drops when he notices Jack holding you against the wall and your skirt pushed up high on your waist. Your thighs are being gripped tightly by the older man who is delivering brutal thrusts into your pliant body. Your body is moving up and down on the wall, as your nails clutch tightly at Jack’s shoulders. 

High-pitched, breathless moans leave your mouth. You happens to open your eyes and immediately lock eyes with Dennis. Both of your eyes widen and you quickly tap at Jack’s shoulders. 

The older man slows his thrusts and looks back to find Dennis standing there. Jack gives Dennis a cocky smile and the younger man rushes the close the door. 

You slap lightly at Jack’s chest, “We’re scarring poor Dennis! We’re literally going to be his villain origin story in therapy.” 

Jack chuckles and starts to mouth at your neck, “Listen baby, the hospital offers pretty good insurance, so he’s good on the therapy aspect. I’m still very much hard & you gripping me isn’t helping. So can I please make you cum?” 

You nod quickly and Jack pushes one of your legs higher and starts to thrust again. 

Later, as the two of you walk back to the table, it’s very much obvious from your appearance that you and Jack had stuck away for a little quickie, but no one mentions it. 

Robby, however, leans over to mutter in Jack’s ear, “I’m getting you neutered. There isn’t a moment that poor girl isn’t being ravaged by you. I mean, you could at least have the decency to not leave her so wrecked!” 

Jack laughs and takes a sip of his beer. You really do look well and truly pleased. The satisfied smile on your face is evidence enough that Jack was really taking you through there. 

He smirks even more to himself at the fact that only you and he know that his cum is currently leaking from you into your lacy underwear. 

“That’s just game, brother,” Jack mutters. 

Robby huffs out a quick laugh. 

On the other side of the table, you and Dennis sit next to each other and he refuses to meet your eyes. He takes a small sip of his drink at the same time that you do. The two of you look at each other slowly before you both erupt into simultaneous laughs. 

You and Dennis lean on each other and laugh at the joke that only you guys…and Jack are privy to. The rest of the table assumes that you’re both tipsy, but that’s not the case at all. 

“How about I make you one of my famous California burritos tomorrow to make up for it,” you suggest to Dennis. 

“Deal.” 

“Does that mean you’ll finally eat on the other side of the counter?” You tease.

“Absolutely not.” 

The two of you start to laugh again.