Ava𓏲໒꒱

Pt 2. | 1

𑣲. Pairing: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader X Abbot!Art Donaldson

𑣲. Summary: Escaping the stress of the upcoming tennis fall season and grueling practice, Art travels to Pittsburgh to clear his head and spend some time with his dad. In some turn of events he meets you, the PTMCS night shift first year resident. Who also happens to be Attending physician Jack Abbots favorite. Not that he will ever admit he has any favorites. Will the young talented tennis player prevail or will the older hardened doctor be the one to get the first point at your heart?

𑣲. Word Count: 4.4K

𑣲. Warnings/content: MDNI 18+ ( bad explanation of tennis, reader is described to have hair long enough to put up, mentions of jacks late wife, smut lol, unprotected p in v, (wrap it before you tap it), not proof read.)

𑣲. A/n: This is my first ever attempt at writing spicy shit so like actually bear with me this time AHHH. Also, I apologize if Art is out of character.

After Tashi found out that one, Art was in Pittsburg and two, that he had sprained his ankle, she was basically giving him the silent treatment. 

A week at his dads house turned into three and eventually had turned into a month. The days were hot and the nights were humid. He had settled back into his old room, nearly forgetting he would eventually have to fly back to California. His ankle had healed and he was in good condition, passed off by his dad, to go back to practicing. 

Over this span of time, you had gotten to know Art. You noticed him coming back to the Pitt for different reasons. A follow up on his injury, a small thank you card for helping him, bringing his dads thermos, or just to speak in the small moments of calm. In between these visits you spoke about different things like how you were the first in your family to go to university, first to go into the medical field, and the oldest in your family. 

You also had found out why Art had traveled all the way to Pittsburg. Tashi had been on his ass about his shitty practices. He wasn't excited to play in the upcoming tournaments. It was starting to get suffocating and he just had to clear his head. He also made sure to clarify that he and Tashi were not a thing.

Shen and Mateo were the first few to tease you about the golden haired boy. “Looks like you still got it after all this time” Shen smirked, as if he hadn’t been the oldest of you three. There were few people who knew about your shitty dating life and they were two of them. You confided in them and spoke about how much of a fail your dates had been. 

With a job at the ER, it made it hard to develop a social life outside of your co-workers. Much less a love life. 

Maybe that was why you had developed a little thing for the pro tennis player in a short amount of time. Was it a little embarrassing? Yes. But, for Christ sake. Look at the man! He was built amazingly, when you spoke he listened. He’d ask a question if he had them or make comments if his dad had ever mentioned stuff related to the topic. He was like an endearing puppy.

So when he asked if you wanted to play a little game of tennis and you agreed? 

You couldn't have been happier. 

The courts had been baking in the Pittsburgh sun. A few people played on different courts and the sun now sinking behind the horizon and a beautiful mix of blue, orange, and pink began to paint the sky as night fell.

It was your day off and Art assured you he was going to make sure you didn’t regret spending your time with him. 

He was warming up when you arrived. His arms flexed beneath his fitted Stanford shirt. His shorts hugged his thick thighs. 

You walked up to him, clearly nervous but a smile remained on your face. Your spandex shorts hugged your hips and ass nicely, your smooth legs on display. Your simple tank top hugged your curves outlining your chest just right that it made Art's throat go dry. Your hair was styled out of your face. 

This was the body that had been hidden under your scrubs? Art wondered what it looked like beneath the clothes.

You gave him a small wave “Hey.” You halted in front of him “I hope I’m in the right attire” you gestured to yourself. 

Art didn’t waste time to let his eyes rake over you. 

“I go out for runs but that’s about it” you chuckled awkwardly 

“You’re good” he waved off “I don’t have my best clothes either” Art replied “have you stretched yet?” He asked “can’t have you get hurt either”

“Uh, yeah, I did. Figured I would have to do that.”

“That’s good,” he nodded. “I found two rackets in my dads garage” He walked to his bag and pulled out two rackets, one more childlike than the other. He handed you the one smaller one, watching how your soft hands wrapped around the base. His ears heated up.

“Wow, Jack kept these?” You looked up at him 

“I know, good luck for the both of us” Art chuckled. “So, do you know the basics?”

“Uh” You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear “I mean I know you have to hit the ball back and forth” you laughed nervously. You hadn't known an ounce of tennis or many sports for that matter. 

“Okay, I have some work to do” Art shook his head with the grin 

“In my defense, I spent half my time in college in classrooms and the other in my dorm,” you replied. You had barely any time to go out and have fun with friends. And you had spent your time as an undergraduate in hospitals. 

Art began to explain the rules. First, a coin toss, whoever won chose whether they served, received, or what side they wanted to serve from. Then came serving, hitting and rallying, etc.

You nodded your head as you listened, though your eyes occasionally trailed off to his jaw. Sharp. His blonde hair underneath his red cap, no doubt an old cap from Stanford. The bead of sweat that rolled down his temple from the heat and humidity of Pittsburgh. The grey Stanford shirt that clung to his biceps and pecks just right. His black shorts, which somehow seemed shorter and tighter than yours, displayed his toned legs. 

His voice brought you back from your thoughts 

“Sorry?” You replied sheepishly, afraid he’d caught you ogling him. 

“I asked if everything made sense” he chuckled as his beautiful blue eyes met yours. 

“Uh, yeah, no–definitely” you nodded 

After you two warmed up a little, you began to play. Art tossed the tennis ball against the floor catching it as it bounced back up to him, he caught it and placed it in the center part of his racket. He tossed the tennis ball into the air before hitting it to your  side.

Your legs shifted in place, eyes locked on the ball. You moved quickly, but not quick enough. The ball had hit the ground twice. You winced and blushed lightly with embarrassment. “Sorry” you said, picking up the ball. 

Art jogged up to the middle “Hey,  don’t worry. Let’s do a redo” you nodded and handed the ball back to him. Your fingers brushed against his. 

“Hold on” he dropped his racket, walking to your side. Art moved behind you as his hands moved to yours on your racket “If you put your palm against the bevel” His hands directed your dominant one down the neck of the racket, “Keep your fingers here,” his hands guided your fingers. 

His breath brushed against your ear, shooting a shiver down your back and a flutter in your chest “Should make it feel more natural” he said, his hands lingering for a moment before moving back.

He grabbed his racket from the floor and walked to his side. 

He repeated his movements, placing the tennis ball in the center of his racket before tossing it into the air and hitting the ball. 

This time, you reacted quicker as you held the racket in your hands how Art had instructed you to. The yellow fuzzy ball hit against the floor once before you hit it back to his side of the net. The ball landed close by allowing him to hit it back.

You twisted the racket in your hands, hitting the ball back and sending it to the corner of his side. Art grunted as he sprinted but failed to hit it.

You laughed in surprise. “Holy shit!” 

Art smiled over his shoulder, picking up the tennis ball “Wow, good job.” He tossed the ball to you. 

You caught the ball with your free hand “I hope you’re not going easy on me” You said as you walked to the back of your side. “At least try make me work for it”

“Yeah?” Art raised a brow, the corner of his lips curled up, “Is that what you want?”

You gave a nod. 

“I can do that” 

You bounced the ball announcing the score before you tossed the ball to his side, managing to aim it at the center of his side.

His racket hit the ball back to your side. The two of you starting to rally. Art grunted as he ran to hit the ball back towards you, the sweat now somehow making his shirt cling to his body even more.

Sweat dripped down your back and forehead as you panted lightly while you tried to keep up with him. 

He was pretty fucking good and he looked hot doing it too. The way his cheeks were red from the heat, his lips parting slightly as he concentrated, the way his thick fingers wrapped around the handle of his racket, and the sweat that traveled down his forehead and down his neck. 

Admittedly, you had also searched up some of his games. Learned he had played in the US open doubles with his friend named Patrick, who you had yet to find much of now. He was mesmerizing and talented. He seemed like he could give half his true effort and somehow still beat the other person in front of him. He kept his cool on the court. Wouldn't shout obscenities on the court and showed great sportsmanship afterwards, both equally hot. 

The ball landed on your side, bouncing on the opposite corner of your side. You ran, your racket reaching to hit but failed. Giving him a point. 

You let out a groan “I was doing so well”

“Come on, I know you can keep up” Art teased from his side, a grin on his face, flashing his white teeth. 

“I was” You replied as Art grabbed another tennis ball. 

You and Art were sitting on the benches near the court. 

You sat close enough that if you moved your thighs would brush against one another. 

“You’re like the real deal then” You turned your head to look at Art.

“The real deal?” He chuckled, his cheeks heating lightly. Though whether the source was your words or the heat, you couldn't tell. 

You nodded “Yeah, you went to a good school, played at a pretty impressive competition, went to Stanford, and now you're being coached by some tennis prodigy" You replied “Must be nice”

Art rubbed the back of his neck “I’m very thankful. My dad and my mom busted their asses so I could attend the same school as Patrick” 

You had no doubt that was true. You had learned what kind of person Jack Abbot was. Caring in his own way, a little headstrong, a great leader, resilient, and sometimes putting others over himself. Which is what made him such a good doctor and person. You imagined his wife was like that. 

“That's good. Means they love you” You nudged his shoulder lightly. You heard him let out a soft laugh “Have you always enjoyed tennis?” 

“Yeah.” Art nodded, smiling to himself “My mom actually got me into it”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She used to play in college. She used to be the captain of the team” Art's eyes softened as he spoke about his mom, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “She probably could have gone further, but she always said she loved teaching more than competing. She became a teacher, but when she met my dad she got my dad into tennis too” 

“She sounds great” You said 

“Yeah, she was” Art's voice was gentle, remembering his mother didn't bring that somber aching feeling in his chest anymore. It made appreciation and love swell. 

There was a moment of silence between you and Art. Nothing uncomfortable, you had gotten past that point. Rackets hitting tennis balls filled the background, cicadas spread out across the greenery of the public area. The lights of the park now on as the dark night sky spread above. 

Art cleared his throat as he looked at you “How did you get into emergency medicine?” 

You glanced forward. You gave a tiny shrug as you explained. It honestly wasn’t what you had originally expected to do. You had other plans that were different and more complicated in ways you didn’t want to think. 

But, after your father was rushed to the ER after an extreme accident, it brought a glimpse of the world of emergency medicine. The nurse who helped your father had been by your side the most she could be. Checking up on you as much as she checked up on your dad. 

The doctor had reassured you he'd do what he could to help your father. He had given you enough hope that your dad would make it. It helped you through the night which had seemed endless and it helped you now in your everyday life. Dedicating yourself to be like the same doctor who helped your father survive.

Had it not been for the doctor and the nurse, your dad would not be with you. Something inside you had switched. A calling you never thought would find you. You wanted to be there for people’s shittiest day and help them get through it however you could. 

“That’s…wow” Art said softly 

You gave a tiny chuckle, pushing hair behind your ear “maybe I’m dramatizing a little” ears heating up 

“No, I don’t think so. It’s a valid reason.” Art shook his head 

Your eyes met with his blue ones. 

They looked sharp and concentrated across the court. But, now, looking at them straight in front of you? They were soft, downturned, but understanding in a way you hadn’t felt in a while. He listened to your words thoroughly and hadn’t interrupted you. 

There was one more person who looked at you with that same understanding. 

His eyes flickered down to your velvet lips then back to your eyes. You couldn’t help but do the same.

The both of you turned slightly, your thighs pressing against each other. His hand slowly lifted to cup your cheek, holding slight hesitation until he realized you weren’t stopping him. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his rough hand brushed against your soft skin.

You nodded. Art leaned in and you met him in the middle. Your lips met. Moving slowly. His lips were soft and moving carefully. His tongue gently brushed against your lips asking for entrance. 

You sighed gently, giving his warm tongue entry. His tongue explored your mouth. You moaned into his mouth before you pulled away slowly when you heard people cheering on another court. 

His lips chased yours as you pulled away. Both of your eyes opened. “Sorry,” he murmured, “too much?”

You shook your head “No” you spoke softly. You glanced around before you pursed your lips. Hesitating. You probably shouldn’t say what you’re about to say. There should be boundaries, especially with the son of your attending. But the pooling in your stomach from just kissing his lips was hard to ignore.

“My place isn’t too far from here” you say, an open invitation. 

The second your door opened and the two of you walked in your lips found Arts. He kissed you with the same passion as before, this time a little harder. His hands resting on your waist as your arms draped around his neck. Your fingers finding his curls. 

You walked backwards towards your room, your back hit a wall gently. He pressed you against it, slotting his leg between your thighs. His tongue explored your mouth making you let out a moan. 

Art's hands moved from your hips to your sides, his fingers tracing the gentle curves of your body. He pulled away gently, nipping at your bottom lip before he began to kiss down your neck. “God, you’re beautiful” he whispered into your ear. 

You panted gently as he kissed your neck, finding the sweet spot and sucking gently on your soft skin. He pulled away before he could make a mark, his lips trailing downward “You looked so beautiful playing across from me” his voice was lower now. His hands moved down to your hips again. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind” He whispered as he pressed his knee against your heat. 

You let out a soft moan, your hips instinctively rolling against his knee desperate for friction. 

“Christ” he whispered your name desperately, one hand dropped down to give your ass a squeeze “Wanna see how pretty you are. Will you let me? Please, sweetheart” he gave you his pretty puppy dog eyes. Obviously you couldn’t deny him.

You give a nod and Art lifted you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist before heading to your bedroom. Once inside, he laid you carefully on the soft satin sheets.

He took off his cap and kicked off his shoes before he crawled on the bed, his hands immediately finding the edge of your shirt “Gotta see what’s under this” he murmured. His hands tugged up on your shirt before tossing it to the floor. Your simple black lacy bra almost made him groan. It was embarrassing how little he’d seen of you and he could feel the tent in his shorts growing. 

His hands move quickly to remove your shoes, socks, and your shorts. Revealing the other half of your matching set. 

“Wear this for me, baby?” His hands ran up your thighs “Say you did” he looked at you with those captivating eyes. He slotted his leg between yours once again 

You nodded “Yeah” you whispered 

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your lace panties, pulling them down slowly. Revealing your glistening folds. Art let out a soft hum at the sight of you. “You’re so wet” he whispered. He trailed kisses down your neck once again, this time making his way down your chest, “Can take this off?” He asked, though his hands were already reaching for the back of your bra. 

You gave him a nod of permission and he unclasped the bra from your body and tossed it aside. The sight of your hard peaks made him strain against his shorts more. Art's lips resumed their way down your chest, kissing you softly between the valley of your breasts before he began to kiss his way to one of your peaks, wrapping his lips around your nipple. His warm tongue made you let out a soft moan. His free hand moving to play with your other one. 

You could feel yourself get more wet as he sucked on your chest and the way his hardened member pressed against your thigh. “Need to feel you” he pulls away from your nipple with a wet pop, his lips moving to the other one. His tongue swirled around your peak as he sucked gently. His other hand flexing around your breast. 

“When I saw you at the hospital” he pulled away as he trailed his mouth back up to your lips “I was so fucking jealous my dad was able to see you every night” his breath brushed against your lips “I had to make shitty excuses just to see you.” His eyes locked with yours “Did you like that? Did you like seeing me come in?”

Your eyes locked with his and you could have sworn your body squeezed around nothing. Of course you liked seeing him come in. It had been a while since any guy had shown any interest in you. Truthfully, after long fucking shifts you had let your brain drift off while you were in bed. 

“Yeah, I did”  

“I’m so happy to hear that" He whispered. 

His hand trailed downwards. His fingers brushed against your slit, making you shiver “Shit, Sweetheart.” He  murmured “Let me touch you, please.” He pleaded 

You buckled your hips, pressing yourself closer to him. 

Arts fingers gathered some of your slickness before his thumb found your bundle of nerves, rubbing small circles. Your head tilted back slightly. “You like that?” He asked, you nodded your head immediately.

He continued circling your clit before slipping one digit inside. Your warm slick walls inviting him in. He groaned as he pushed in another finger “you’re so tight.” 

Your back arched off the bed as his fingers began to move. His thumb brushed over your bundle of nerves again making you moan out his name. His fingers curl. “You sound so beautiful,” he whispers, his fingers picking up speed. You let out another cry as his fingers plunge in further, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

“Fuck—Art!” Your legs spread, your body begging him for more. His fingers looked pretty thick around his tennis racket, in you? They filled and stretched you out nicely. 

You hear him let out a quiet whine as you squeeze around his fingers. His fingers curl as his thumb presses down on your clit. You gasp softly, your hips twitching at the stimulation. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. “Art—please—“ you moan

“Yeah? What do you want me to do?” He kissed your jaw “tell me, I’ll do it”

You swear those words could have just made you come right then and there. He was so desperate to please you and it turned you on so much.

“Faster” you gasp, his slow and gentle pace now didn’t seem like enough, your hips pressed against his hand.

Art didn’t reply but happily complied with your request, his fingers now faster. Your wetness making squelching sounds and allowing him to move with ease.

His thumb continued to circle your clit and before you could let out another sound, he leaned back down and connected his lips with yours. He groaned into your mouth.

“Art” you whined between kisses “I’m—so close” you said as your walls tightened around his fingers .

“I know—“ he cooed as he kissed you sloppily “Just a little more” he said as he felt you squeeze again “Come on, I know you can keep up”

You moaned as his pace picked up even more, the curling of his fingers made you tilt your head back against your bed sheets. 

“You look so pretty like this” Art whispered softly “so fucking pretty”

Your hips buckled as you squeezed his fingers once again, begging to let you come “please”you gasped

“Go ahead.” He said “I wanna see how pretty you look” he pecked your lips.

Your thighs clamped around his hand as you came, your walls squeezed his thick fingers like a vice. Art grunted, a wet patch appearing in his shorts “holy shit” he whispered as he drew out your climax. 

“Gotta be inside you, baby” he kissed your lips gently as he pulled out his fingers. “Can I?”

You gave him an eager nod. Art cleaned his fingers with his mouth and almost groaned at the taste of your sweetness.

He shifted on top of you, his hands tugging down his shorts, pulling down his boxers along with them. His thick member sprung out. He grabbed a pillow beside your head, putting it underneath your hips “That okay?” He asked softly as he grabbed your hips 

You nodded. 

He pumped himself a few times before he aligned himself with your tight hole. He pushed past between your puffy walls, his thickness stretched you out a bit more. 

“Stretched you out but you’re still so tight” he whimpered softly. His thumbs brushed slow circles against your hips. He pushed in further before he bottomed out. Both of you moaning. “Let me know when I’m okay to move” Art said as he kissed your cheek gently 

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm and it didn’t help that you hadn’t had much action in a while. You could feel his hands squeeze your hips as he tried to hold himself back from moving.

 “Okay” you gave a nod as you met eyes with him. 

Art didn’t waste time to draw himself all the way out before he thrusted inside fully, setting a slow and steady pace. You moaned as he thrusted. One of his hands dropped from your hips and moved to circle the bundle of nerves making you squeeze around him. 

“God, sweetheart” he groaned, his pace picked up as he began to slam into you, angling his cock to hit your g-spot.

“Fuck! Art” you moaned, your back arched off the bed and your hands squeezed his biceps. 

“Like that, baby?” He grunted as he used his hand to tilt your hips upwards, letting him plunge deeper. You moaned in response.

That familiar feeling in your stomach returned “Art—so close” you whined as your hips began to push against him desperate to chase that feeling again.

“Me too—fuck me too” he groaned as he thrusted frantically, his pelvis hitting against you, his thumb still circling your clit. 

Before you could warn him you moaned. Your walls tightened around him gripping him as you came. Your toes curled. Art groaned as he thrusted into you desperately. “Want to come inside you” he moaned “can I?” He whined 

“Yes” you managed to make out. That was all it took for him to whimper out as he spilled himself into you. 

His lips found yours and kissed you desperately. 

Pulling away for air, Art slowly began to pull out slowly before he laid beside you.

The two of you panted as you tried to catch your breath. Sweat clung to your bodies.

Art turned his body towards you, his hand reaching for your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb “you okay?” He asked

You nodded, turning your body towards him. Your hands found their way to the nape of his neck, playing with the blonde curls that were now clinging to his skin from the sweat. 

He turned his head, pecking your arm. He kissed up your arm, then your collar bone, up your neck, your jaw, and then a quick kiss on your lips before he nuzzled against your neck. “Did I do good?” he murmured.

You held his head close, hands running through his blonde hair “yeah” you murmured

Bliss slowly turned into realization. 

You just fucked your attendings son.

This was way out of bounds.

more pervy neighbor pope!!! extended off this post

this was rush apologies!!!

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the summer sun was hotter than hell itself. it had been like that for the past week, making everyone absolutely miserable. you, however, loved it. it gave you an excuse to walk around in the tiniest of outfits (not that you had any problem doing it any other day). it allowed you to spend hours out by the pool every day, floating around and just soaking up the sun and getting the best tan of your life.

pope loved it too, only for the fact that he got to watch you skimp around the tiniest bikinis he thinks he has ever seen. that was how he would spend most of his free time if he wasn't occupied with something else. staring out his window down at you, jerking off more than he thought was possible. after you had begged to fuck him that day, he couldn't get you out of his head more than usual.

you hadn't seen him out as often since that day, somewhat worried that he no longer liked you. he would find an excuse to not help out with things, claiming he had to head off to work or go help his brothers with something. in all honesty, he worried that the next time he would come over he wouldn't be able to leave. something about you was so addicting to him. your laugh, your smile, your pussy. he was utterly obsessed with all of you.

pope cody who is such a helpful neighbor! (and a pervert)

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the first time you ever asked him for something, you showed up at the cody's front door with a small pout, in your tiny little bathing suit and long hair braided into two pony tails. pope chubbed up at just the sight of you. "andrew i don't know what happened! i went to go swim this morning and the pool is green!" you whined to him, a small stomp of your foot as he continued to stare down at you. he loved how you called him andrew. "uh ill come over and see if i can fix it," was all he said, stepping out of the house and following you next door to yours. you didn't even specifically ask him for help, but you knew he would if you pouted your lips just right. he had spent the whole afternoon working to fix your pool, all while taking sneaky glances of you who was laid out on your chair tanning.

another time, your lawn guy had totally went ghost on you and now you were in the front yard, staring at your lawn mower like it was an alien. pope was watching from the window, practically drooling at the way he could see your nipples poking against your tank top. he bets you didn't wear a bra on purpose. it wasn't even 5 minutes later that the doorbell was ringing, pope basically flying to the front door while pushing one of his brothers out of the way. "can you show me how to use my lawn mower?" you spoke softly, your teeth moving to pull your bottom lip between them as you gave big puppy eyes up at him. he just nodded, his eyes never leaving your tits. that was how he spent the rest of the day, you drooling on the front porch watching your older neighbor mow your yard shirtless.

it went on like that for months. every so often you would pop over to the cody's to ask pope for help with the most mundane things that you could have easily figured out with a simple google search. or pope would see you outside struggling, quick to make his way over and wait on your every beck and call. it wasn't till one late night that you were laying out by the pool that you caught a glimpse of pope up in his room, glancing down at you every so often. when he had finally noticed you watching him, he stood staring down at you. he watched as you reached for your phone, typing something on it before holding it up to your ear. who were you calling? it wasn't until he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket that he realized you were calling him. he answered, not saying anything as held it up to his ear, continuing to stare down at you.

"andrew, can you help me?" you spoke softly, fingertip moving to play with one of the strings of your bikini bottoms. he cleared his throat before answering, "what's wrong?" a small giggle left your mouth, fingers moving to finally untie the bottoms but not letting them fall just yet. "i really really need you. can you come fuck me?" you questioned finally, innocence never leaving your voice as you smiled up at him through his window.

more perv!pope cody because u freaks seem to enjoy it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 18+

pope cody who would invite you to go to the gym with him because in his words 'there's freak who are going to stare at you. wouldn't want anything to happen to you.'' the only freak really being him who was obsessed with how you looked when you were sweating and tired. his teeth would clench so hard at the sight of you in your tight work out clothes, a pretty matching pink set that hugged you so well. he couldn't help but glance over at the sight of you in the passenger seat as you rode to the gym together. he swears he could see the outline of your cunt in the tight spandex. you did that on purpose.

his workout was going horrible, yours seemed to be going great though. he would catch himself staring at you as he lifted, watching the way your tits would bounce as you ran on the treadmill. god all he wanted to do was lick the sweat off of you. he had to go back to pretending to lift as you stopped your run, making your way over to him. "andrew, can you help me lift?" you would ask, slightly out of breath as you smiled down at him to where he sat on the bench. he couldn't say anything, just nodded quickly moving to let you replace his spot on the bench.

it was the perfect angle. you laying flat on your back with the bar just above your chest. your tits looked like they were about to suffocate you. he could hold them out of the way if you asked nicely enough. pope stood up by your head, staring down at you. perfect angle to fuck your throat and cum all over your chest. he watched as your shaky arms began to press, his own hands hovering lightly to make sure he was there to catch the bar if it dropped. he knew he was hard, he knew you could tell, and he didn't have a care in the world. his dick was so close to your head that if you sat up you were sure to get hit in the face.

it wasn't till you had asked him to stand behind you as you squatted that he felt like he could cum then and there. you were definitely doing this on purpose. if you wanted him to fuck, why wouldn't you just ask? he stood only inches behind you, hands hovering over your hips and eyes staring straight at your ass. everything was too much for him. the way you had a sheen of sweat covering your body, the smell of you filling his nose, and the way your ass was centimeters from brushing his dick. he'd take you right here if the gym wasn't full. not that he cared, he just didn't want anyone to see you like that. you had finally given up, racking the bar back up. you hadn't even realized he was still right behind you, stumbling back into him a little bit. that was the tip of the ice berg for him, a small groan leaving his lips as your ass pressed right to his crotch, his hands flying to grip your hips tightly.

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Aged like fine wine🍷😌 - Sammy edition

I WANT IT ALL

Pairings: dbf! joel miller x dbf! jack abbot x reader

Summary: You graduated college and were home for the summer. After a late night conversation in your dad’s backyard, his best friends show you why guys your age are nothing compared to older men.

Warning: 18+ (MDNI), Heavy makeout, p in v, threesome, unprotected sex, cringe dad jokes(unfortunately),dad's best friend trope, perverted thoughts, angst, free use, breeding, dub-con (MILD), READER IS IN 20S, JOEL AND JACK ARE IN 50S, dub con, oral (m & f receiving), double blowjobs, tongue fucking masturbation, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, semi-public sex, creampies, vaginal stretching(mild), spitplay, overstimulation, use of pet names (bunny).

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this! I just wanted to add a disclaimer that my blogs do not reflect how JOEL MILLER AND JACK ABBOT act in their series and game. Please bear with me when it comes to Jack, I do not know much about him. I haven’t watched Pitt yet but he's so dbf coded so I had to write about him. I'm so sorry if this story isn't good enough, I am starting to feel burnt out.

Word Count: 8.0k

part two/ masterlist

After graduating college, you headed back to your home town for the summer. You wanted to pay your dad a visit before starting your psychology internship in Seattle.

The stay at his house was fine but tension was rising in the house when two of his dad’s best friends came to your dad’s house on a daily basis. Joel and Jack knew your dad since they were in grade school, they practically grew up together. You didn’t know much about them because you didn’t live with your dad until you were 17 years old. And at 18, you stayed at the house only for a few months before heading out of state for college.

The only thing you truly learned about his friends was that Joel was a contractor and carpenter while Jack was an attending physician at an emergency department. You didn’t really understand their bond due to their differences but you didn't really question it.

As the weeks went by, you gradually started engaging in conversations with them. Jack loved holding deeper conversations even though he would run jokes with you every now and then . On the other hand, Joel was a man of few words, he talked to you but not enough to open up easily as Jack.

You started to develop feelings for the both of them and enjoyed their company more. The attraction made you curse at yourself more often. At college, you weren't used to seeing gruff men like them, especially due to the fact that you lived in the city areas where finance majors and fraternity boys seemed to exist on every corner.

Jack and Joel looked like men who spent their life working with their hands. They were towering in height and shielded in muscles that couldn't be replicated by going to the gym. They carried themselves with a commanding but calm presence that made you gravitate towards them.

You felt so wrong for finding these grown men attractive. They were your dad’s best friends and old enough to be your father so that made them completely off limits. But they were such a rare type of handsome that you couldn't stop your eyes from stealing stares at them.

Jack’s features were so soft but expressive while Joel’s were dark but captivating. The one thing you noticed about them the most was their gray hairs. Jack’s hair and beard was entirely covered in a mixture of dark and light silvers while Joel’s brunette curls were peppered in grey, same with his trimmed beard.

Whenever they came over to watch football with your dad, you found every excuse in the books to stay down stairs to do unnecessary chores or search for something that didn't need to be found. Your gaze would linger on them from across the room to get a better look.

On nights they came over for dinner, you spent extra time on your appearance, wearing your smallest tights or even allowing the lace of your bra to show under your loose shirts.

Eventually, you found yourself wondering if they were seeing anyone.

It was now late June and your dad decided it was the perfect weather to host a small barbeque with some neighbors. The UV’s were very high so you chose to tan by the pool before all the neighbors got to the house.

After about an hour of sitting by the pool, familiar faces crowded in the extended backyard as the young kids chased each other around the yard and had fun in the pool. You played with the kids in the pool to make sure they were being safe because their parents were too occupied with chatting on the patio.

For most of the day, your dad was on the grill cooking every single meat that could be eaten or conversing and running jokes with Joel and Jack. While you swam in the pool, you found yourself noticing men more than you intended to.

Every time your eyes flickered toward the patio, one of them seemed to be looking back. Jack would smile and lift his beer in acknowledgment while Joel would swiftly look away, taking another sip. As the evening went on, it became impossible to ignore their gazes on you and somehow that made your stomach flutter.

The sun began to set so the barbecue slowly died down. The younger children were called inside while the adults remained gathered around the patio with beers and plates of food.

After you made sure all the kids were inside the house, watching an old cartoon, you decided to head back outside to where Joel and Jack sat to get yourself a nice cold drink.

Your dad was still inside, grabbing more meat for the grill so you took his empty seat between his two best friends. With a dramatic sigh, you plopped down into the lawn chair as you started drying your chlorine-soaked hair with your towel.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Jack welcomed, shifting in his chair. Something in his expression eased when you sat between them. Joel’s eyes briefly lifted from his beer, his gaze lingering on you before he took another sip.“Joel was just talking about how good you are with the kids.”

“Really?” You laughed softly as you leaned forward to open the plastic cooler.

“That ain't what I meant,” Joel immediately grumbled under his breath before bringing his eyes to anywhere but you.

The ice had melted out, leaving a couple more beers and sodas to float in the cold water of the cooler. You hastily dug your hand into the water and took out a beer bottle.

“It’s okay to give compliments, Joel.”Jack stated in a taunting manner as he gestured to his bottle towards Joel. He uttered something under his breath, not feeding into Jack’s jokes.

After cracking open your beer bottle, you halted when Jack’s large hand wrapped around the neck of it, nearly yanking the bottle out of your hold. “Your dad knows you drink?” Jack inquired thoughtfully, bringing his delicate gaze to your face.

“Jack, I am twenty-three.” You answered back with a chuckle before jerking the bottle from his tight grip.

“She ain’t no little girl anymore.” Joel added with a snarky remark. The slick comment pushed Jack to stare at Joel with an expression that you couldn't quite read. The stare must have meant a million words to them, Joel puffed a grunt and trailed his attention to the pool.

There was an embarrassing stillness as you held the glass of the bottle up to your lips and took a little sip. In a flash, the scarcely sweet but coarse flavor danced against your taste buds before you forced yourself to swallow.

“So miss graduate, what did they teach you over at college?” Jack questioned while crossing his arms against his chest, his enormous freckled biceps flexed against the sleeves of his black shirt.

“Psychology.” You gave an answer, looking down at your open bottle.

“What made you pick that?” Jack asked as he leaned closer to you in pure curiosity. Your body was growing stiff at how close he was to you.

“I always wanted to understand why people do the things they do.” You truthfully said, the explanation bringing your mom to your mind before you could block the thought of her out. Unintentionally, your shoulders constricted as you swallowed the lump forming in your throat.

“That's great,” Jack stated before your thoughts could haul you away. “Well, can you figure us out?” He raised a humorous question with a chuckle as his eyes scanned your face. You started feeling the intensity of Joel’s gaze scorching your skin as you tucked a piece of your damp hair behind your ears.

For a second, you paused and shifted against the material of the chair. “Not completely,” You murmured at Jack’s question, still pondering on it.

“Probably for the best.” Joel interrupted while manspreading his legs further and scarcely lifting his hips in the chair.

Due to his comment, you settled on going for the kill and turning to Joel. “Joel’s probably just emotionally unavailable.” You mocked, your hungry eyes skimming against the side of his perfect face.

Jack cracked a baritone chuckle, glancing at how rigid Joel’s posture had become. “Damn sweetheart, you gave Joel no mercy.”Jack made an effort to contain his laughter as he shook his head. Eventually, Joel’s dark, captivating eyes made contact with yours as he poked his tongue against his cheek.

“Don’t need some college girl telling me what’s wrong with me.” Joel said in a bothered fashion as his rough hands skimmed against the dark grey hairs of his beard.

“Nobody said anything was wrong with you,” You corrected. “It was just a small observation.”

“Well your observation ain't true,” Joel replied, his deep southern drawl held a hint of disturbance in it.. “You can't read our minds.”

“That’s exactly what somebody with something wrong with them would say.” Jack grinned, putting fuel to the fire as he pointed his finger at Joel.

Before you could respond, your dad appeared back in sight, carrying plates of seasoned burger patties and a carton of beer. “Someone, give me a hand here.” Your dad requested, concentrating on not dropping anything on his freshly mowed grass.

Joel was already standing before your dad finished speaking, almost like he wanted no part in the conversation you were having.

“How many burgers are you making this time?” Jack questioned in amazement. “Trying to feed the whole damn county?”

“You say that every time I grill and still eat six of them.” Your dad scoffed while handing Joel the cartons of beer in his grip.

“Four.” Jack corrected in a feisty manner.

“More like seven.” Joel chimed in, holding onto the cartons then moving his attention to Jack. Jack gasped in mock offense like Joel had just cursed his whole bloodline.

“Y’all sound like a married old couple.” You interrupted, pushing your dad to proudly grin at your comeback. Joel snorted then walked towards the grill, completely departing from the conversation.

“He’s always mad at the world.” Your dad tsked then laughed.

“Don't make him have any more drinks,” Jack cautioned. “Next thing you know he's flipping over tables for no reason.

“You damn right.” Your dad laughed as he began walking over to the grill but halted and turned his attention to you. “Princess, go keep an eye on the kids inside before they break something.” Before you could respond, your dad was walking away from Jack and you.

“We can finish this conversation later,” You politely excused yourself after turning to Jack and handing him your beer.

“Go do your thing, sweetheart.”

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Your dad, Joel, and Jack had remained on the patio long after everyone else had left, talking over their beers and playing a card game. While they debated over the game, you cleaned up the paper plates and empty cups lingering on the table.

You couldn’t help but notice how much more Joel seemed to glance at you after your observation on him. Whenever you passed by the table, his eyes would shortly follow you before he returned his attention to the cards in his hand. More than once, you caught him staring only for him to glide his tongue against his bottom lip and look away.

“I'm too old for this, I'm going to bed.” My dad announced as he threw all the cards onto the wooden table.

“You just can’t take losing.” Jack replied, leaning back in his chair as he stretched. The extended movement caused the fabric of his black shirt to ride up, revealing a faint trail of grey hairs that went under the waistband on his pants.

You couldn't help but drift your eyes down to the trail of hairs as you took up the last few red cups off the table and dropped them into the garbage bag. When you looked back up, Joel was around watching you. His jaw slightly tightened as he huffed.

“You got me there, bud.” Your dad said in defeat as he arose from his seat with a pained grunt.

“Knew you would tap out.” Joel smirked.

“Watch it.” Your dad warned, pointing his cards at Joel as you all laughed. “Alright, don't stay up too late.” Your dad added while collecting his beer and the rest of the scattered cards on the table. “If you guys need to crash here tonight, feel free to.”

“I’m going to sit by the pool for alittle.” You announced as you placed the bag filled with plastic beside the leg of the table. Your dad promptly halted with a bewildered look on his face.

“By yourself?”

“Dad, I am grown.” You replied with a scoff as you started to take off your loose tanktop, revealing your black triangle bikini top. Joel and Jack’s gaze heated your skin while you also slid off your jean shorts.

“And you’re still my daughter.” My dad argued before looking between Joel and Jack. “Y’all mind keeping her company?”

“Wouldn’t mind one bit.” Jack immediately responded as he stood up from his seat faster than necessary.

“She doesn't need babysitting.” Joel sighed into his beer as his eyes trailed down your figure, sending your posture straightening under his gaze.

“It's 1 in the morning, just make sure she's safe.” Your dad pleaded with Joel as he strolled towards the sliding door of the house.

“Get your rest, we would take really good care of her.” Jack chimed in before a fuss could leaveJoel’s lips. Jack’s caring clarification was enough for your dad to make his way into the house. You scoffed and proceeded to walk off the patio and toward the pool.

When you got to the blue, glowing pool, you instantly plunged into the water. The chilly, chlorine-filled water clung against your skin as gravity pulled you down to the bottom of the pool.

Once you surfaced, your eyes immediately found Joel and Jack. They were making their way toward the extended blue sofa beside the pool, murmuring something to each other.

You swam to the edge of the pool and rested your hands against the concrete. “You guys don't want to get in?” You said, a small smirk tugging on your lips as you looked up at them sitting on the sofa. “The water's nice.”

They both denied your harmless offer so for the next couple of minutes, you continued swimming before boredom then settled in you. Jack would cheer whenever you attempted to do something silly, laughing at you when you lost balance or splashed the water too hard. On the other hand, Joel stayed quiet and watched you when you floated on the surface of the water.

Eventually, you climbed the steps of the pool, beads of water rolling down your skin and soaking the concrete under your feet. You made your way over towards Jack and Joel, wrapping your arms against your cold body. When you got to the sofa, Jack extended his arm to hand you your pastel pink towel.

“Well aren't you a pro?” Jack teased with a smile. You took the towel with a small laugh and thanked him, running the towel against your soft skin as it absorbed the water clinging to your body.

A swell of Silence crammed the air as your eyes shifted to Joel’s while you completely dried off. You motioned closer to the sofa, laying your towel on the empty cushion between the two then plopping down with a weary whine. Jack sat beside you with a beer in his hand while Joel leaned back against the cushion, his eyes fixed somewhere beyond the water of the pool.

The silence didn't last long because Jack turned to you and said,“Heard you got an internship.”

“Sure did.” You instantly smiled, proud at how far you've come as you combed your fingers through your damp hair.

“Congratulations on that.” Jack complimented in a calm deep tone, lowering his gaze to the rim of his bottle. “I am so happy for you.”

“Thank you, hard work pays off.” You muttered.

Jack nodded like he was sitting with his thoughts for a moment before loosely crossing his muscular arms against his chest.

“So Seattle, huh?” Joel finally spoke, leaning slightly forward on the sofa as his deep southern drawl hung heavy in the air. “That’s a long way from home.”

“That’s the idea.” You replied, letting out a long exhale.

“You must be so excited.” Jack heartily assumed before bringing the bottle of his beer to his full lips.

“I guess so.”You hesitated as you nervously fidgeted with the hems of your towel.

Joel looked over at you as a quiet scoff came from deep in his chest. “Guess so?”Joel echoed your response like he was personally insulted.

“I don't know,”With a defeated snort, you shrugged and leaned against the sofa’s cushion. “Everyone acts like after graduation, you’re supposed to make you feel like you’ve got your whole life figured out.”

“Even after decades, that feeling never comes,”Jack replied with a soft laugh. “Trust me on that, sweetheart.”

“You’re a doctor though,” You stated as your eyebrows creased together in puzzlement.

“And?”

“You save people.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time.” Jack said, the answer burst the image you had built of him but it somewhat made you feel better about leaving for Seattle.

“Nobody does.” Joel agreed in a grunt before shifting his sitting position and resting his ankle over his knee.

There was a momentary silence before Jack’s eyes lingered on you longer than necessary, making your breath delicately hitch under his stare.

“You miss college?” Jack then raised a question. Before answering his question, you shyly broke the fierce eye contact and frowned while your shoulders lowered lightly.

“Parts of it.”

“Thought kids your age liked being away.” Joel cut in, intrigued by your response.

“Most do but I don't know.” You replied as Joel positioned his beer on the little wooden table by the sofa. “Sometimes I’d go days without really talking to anybody and if I did, I still felt like I was invisible.”

Jack tilted his head, observing as you zoned out at the reflection of the radiant pool lights. The water bubbled against the pool’s edge while y’all stared somewhere different.

“That happens more than people think.” Jack admitted before clearing his throat.

You hummed a reply.

Jack smiled to himself and shook his head. “Well, some lucky son of a bitch is gonna be pretty happy when you move.” He then said, your attention snapping to him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You huffed a giggle and adjusted the straps of your damp bikini top. Jack’s gaze flicked down to the twisted straps before he gestured with his beer bottle and moved a little closer to you. You could almost feel the warmth on his body beside yours.

“As pretty as you are?” He mentioned with a low whistle. “Somebody’s gotta be following you out to Seattle.”

“Thank you but no.” You replied as a sensation fluttered in the pit of your lower stomach. “I don't have a boyfriend.” Heat ran up your neck at his compliment.

A small smirk evolved on the corner of his lips and his eye temporarily pivoted over to Joel’s then back to you. “Impossible.” Joel breathed out in a tone that indicated that he didn't believe you. “You’re telling me you haven’t broken any hearts in college?”Jack teased as he nudged his shoulder against yours.

“Not really.” You responded while placing your fidgeting hands down on your bare thighs.

Jack genuinely appeared surprised, provoking you to eventually give in to his taunting.

“Well I had one boyfriend for most of college.”You groaned and playfully rolled your eyes.

“What happened?” Joel finally spoke while resting his foot back onto the ground. The question caught you off guard because it was the first personal thing he’d asked you all summer.

“It was just complicated, I wanted different things.”

“Totally understandable.” Jack chuckled, raising the half-empty beer bottle to his lips.

“What’d you want?” Joel rasped,the query sounding more personal than it intended to. “From him.”

Your mind wandered to your ex-boyfriend who you dated for four years. He only ever looked forward to going out to the college bars and having casual sex with you. He mostly kept you as a secret, only seeming affectionate when he was thrusting into you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears. Outside of having sex, you would argue with him on a weekly basis. The last stray was when he ditched you on Valentine's Day to go play pool with his friends.

“Something real,” You admitted then paused. “I guess I just want somebody who's not afraid to love me.”

Jack nodded in understanding as he skimmed the pads of his fingers against his arms.

“Hard to find at 23,” Joel muttered while playing with the rim of his beer bottle.

“Maybe that’s because I’m not looking for 23 year olds.”

“That so?” Joel challenged.

“Older men know exactly what they want.” You resumed fidgeting with your fingers as a tension evolved between the three of you. Neither of them spoke.

Jack’s attention went to Joel as the quietness felt almost unbearable. You turned to Joel, who still hadn’t moved an inch. The pool lights reflected against his sharp features, his expression completely unreadable. Jack rolled his beer bottle between his palms then clicked his tongue.

“So you've never truly been in love,sweetheart?”Jack came to a conclusion as he brushed his hands against the light grey stubble of his beard.

You giggled nervously and shook your head.

“I think if I had been, I’d know.”

“Sometimes you don’t realize it until it’s too late.” Joel delivered his input while you glanced between them.

“What about you two?”

“I was married once.”Jack eagerly answered first before Joel released a sharp exhale. “Me too.”

“Were you in love though?” You questioned.

“Of course I was.” Jack nodded with a half-smile on his lips. “Thought I was.” Joel added in a grumble. Their answers floated heavily in the air as your heart missed a beat.

“Did you both always know what you wanted?”

“Hell no.” Jack admitted while stretching against the sofa. Joel ran his fingers through his short curls, appearing to really sit on your question. “Spent most of my life working, didn't have time to really think about what I wanted.” Joel then revealed.

You let out a dramatic groan as you threw your hands up in faux defense. “It’s always about work,” You trailed off in a whine as you rolled your eyes. “Do you guys never think about settling down again and being with somebody?”

“You’re making us sound old,sweetheart.” Jack teased as brought his hands to his chest like he’d been hurt.

“You both come over to my dad’s house almost every couple of days and just sit around and watch games,”You pointed out. “I think you’re both lonely.” Your voice softened as you carried your gaze to the both of them.

“Us?” Jack asked, genuine surprise washing over his face. On the other hand, Joel stared at you as if two horns had grown on your head.

You nodded while softly dragging your bottom lip to your teeth.

“And what about you?” Joel shot back, tilting his head as he scanned your face, his expression unreadable.

“I think I am too.” You confessed, not taking your eyes of his. For a second, nobody spoke, it was so quiet that you could hear the pool being filtered and the hums of nature. Your eyes dropped to Joel’s lips for a second then back up to his face.

Before you overthought anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. A sensation in you matured as he deepened the kiss and brought his large hand to the back of your head.

Your breathing became uneven as you pulled away then desperately turned to Jack, his eyes were wide in awe. You pressed your lips against his, tasting more of the tangy flavor of the beer he was drinking. A quiet moan escaped his lips as your warmth consumed him.

He then pulled away like he'd been burned, Jack drew in a harsh breath as he stared at you wildly.

“We can’t do this.” Joel murmured while he forked his hair through his big hand. “You don't want this sweetheart, you really don't know what you are asking for.” Jack added to Joel's statement as his long fingers traced the lines of your jaw.

“Your daddy trusts us.” Joel said, his eyes darkening as he watched Jack touch your face. “For fuck sake, I got a truck older than you.”

“I know what I want.” You breathed out, your chest heaving up and down as Jack’s fingers began to explore the skin of your neck. “And it’s the both of you.”

That’s all it took for Joel to press his lips back onto yours while his calloused hand found their way to your bare thighs, sending a shiver dancing down your spine. The reality of what you just confessed settled over the three of you.

You parted your lips to give him entry and he instantly took it, sliding his warm tongue into your mouth. Both of your mouths moved at a slow, alluring pace as Jack’s lips trailed down to the flesh of your neck. His mouth leached against a sensitive area on your neck resulting in you moaning against Joel’s mouth. Jack placed his large hand onto your other thigh as he sucked hungrier.

Before you deepened the kiss with Joel, Jack delicately gripped your jaw and pulled you away from Joel’s lips. He forced you to face him then smashed his lips on yours. His technique of kissing was more passionate unlike Joel’s dominating pace. You loved both of them so it didn't really concern you.

You parted your lips again, allowing your tongues to meet. Jack moved against your lips like he was trying to savour every bit of you.

Joel’s rough hands crept to your inner thighs, his fingers playing with the hem of your bikini bottoms. A pulse spasmed between your thighs forcing you to clench it lightly. Joel’s breath fanned against the side of your face as he began tugging your bottoms to the side, the warm air making your hips unintentionally jerk. On your other thigh, Jack was tracing small circles with the pads of his thumb as he softly bit down on your lips then pulled back.

You then turned back to Joel and leaned into him, bringing your lips back onto his. Your glistening mouths moved in sync as the kiss rapidly got heated. Joel and Jack hauled their hands down to your cunt.

“You are so perfect, sweetheart.” Jack whispered into your ear before gliding his tongue against the skin of your ear lobe.

Joel carried his fingers to your pulsing bud, pushing a whimper to escape your lips. You broke the kiss to look down at both of their big hands exploring your pussy. Joel pressed his fingers against your sensitive nerves as Jack gripped your thigh and spread it apart to get a better look at your pussy. Joel followed Jack’s action before drawing his attention back to your puffy clit.

Your pussy was now entirely exposed to your dad’s best friends.

Your cunt immediately clamped down around nothing as you glanced at the both of them. Joel uttered a profanity before he decided to get on his knees, his hold on your thigh not easing up.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Joel said, his warm breath fanning against your sensitive nerve. “Jack, come take a look at this.”

Jack didn't hesitate to lean forward and rest his hand between your stretched-open thighs. Jack took his thumb and index fingers to your drenched folds, parting them to examine your cunt. The wet sounds of your pussy echoed as Jack hummed in approval.

“Such a flawless cunt.” Jack remarked before leaning even further towards it that you could now feel both of their breaths on the sensitive bud.

Joel was the first to claim your pussy on his lips, his tongue licked from your clenched entrance all the way to your swollen clit. Your hips instantly jolted at the euphoric sensation while Jack’s finger kept your pussy lips open widely.

You moaned then leaned back against the soft cushion of the couch. When Joel dragged his tongue back down to your entrance, Jack spat right on your pussy.

The warm saliva trailed down to your clit before he suctioned his lips onto the bud without any mercy. Not being able to close your legs only caused a pathetic whimper to leave your throat..

A tangle of bliss evolved in your lower stomach as Jack’s mouth sucked harder on your clit while Joel buried his flat tongue deep inside your pussy.

“Please….”You cried out, not even knowing what you were asking for as your back arched off the cushion.

Jack switched to flicking your clit so Joel took his tongue out of your greedy cunt and joined Jack at your clit. The way they both licked your clit at different paces and positions at the same time drove your eyes to roll to the back of your head. The exotic dual feeling rose in the pit of your stomach while your thighs tensed in euphoria.

They both fought for authority, devouring your cunt like they were hungry men. You brought your hands to their hair and combed through their soft curls.

They were eating you so skillfully that you were a moaning, breathless mess.

Eventually, Joel defeated Jack over your cunt so Jack leaned away from your pussy and glanced at you. You were pouting as Joel sucked on your swollen clit, his teeth delicately grazing over the nerve.

“You are doing so good for us sweetheart,” Jack praised while shifting closer to you.

You were so close to your release that your hips twitched away from Joel’s intense suction on you. In response, Joel shoved his face deeper against your pussy. The pleasure became so much that squeezed your eyes shut. Your heart knocked against your rib cages as your toes curled.

Jack pecked a path of soft kisses down your neck as the hand that was spreading your pussy lips was now kneading your breast. You squirmed as his kisses trailed down to your chest. He then yanked on your bikini top, making one of your breasts fall free out of the damp material.

Jack didn't wait a second before circling his tongue against your puffy nipple, the bud hardening at the contact of his saliva.

As Joel thrusted his tongue back into you, your walls spasmed. The knot in your stomach was threatening to snap as he curled his tongue upwards inside of you. You cried out while your breathing became choppy.

Jack sucked on your nipple before pulling away to gaze at your face. “Are you about to cum, sweetheart?” Jack taunted, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip and brushing against it. “Your heartbeat’s all over the place.”

You frantically nodded as your cunt shamelessly clamped around Joel’s tongue. Your thighs quivered while your moans grew noisy. Your loudness earned you a light slap against the cheek by Jack, the immediate stinging sensation causing you to yelp. He carefully traced his thumb against your stinging cheek. “You don't want to wake your dad up, do you?”

“No.” You choked out, gazing up into Jack’s dilated green eyes under the moonlight. Joel flicked his tongue on your aching nerve at a devastating pace. The stimulation pushed you over the edge and your body tightened at the ecstatic release.

“Be a good girl and cum all over Joel’s mouth for me,” Jack said as he pushed down on your lower stomach, an immediate urge to pee formulated deep within you.

“I know baby I know,” Jack cooed while you let out an audible wail and gripped his thick bicep. “Just relax and release it.” The unfamiliar urge to pee proceeded as your orgasm hit you like a brick, waves of pleasure cramming into every nerve of your body.

“Fuck!” You cried out while your body went sluggish. Your pussy released a small quantity of fluids all over Joel’s mouth, dripping down and soaking the blue cushion of the couch. It was the best feeling you've ever experienced.

“Just like that.” Jack praised before taking his hands off your lower stomach, the pressure fleeing in a haste. You made an effort to catch your breath as Joel slowly continued to nurse your sensitive clit. The Aftershocks came in and your hips twitched against his wet mouth.

After a few more licks, Joel rose up from between your trembling thighs. You scanned his dark features as he licked every excess drop of your juices off of his beard.

“Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.” Joel commented before gliding his tongue against his full lips. Jack chuckled as they both released his strong hold on your thigh.

Before you entirely recovered from the intense orgasm, Jack briefly stood up with Joel, yanking you by your forearms so you could get off the sofa.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” Jack demanded. You swiftly obeyed his order and kneeled in front of the two, the skin of your knees aching against the tough cement.

“Show us how much you want the both of us, bunny.” Joel added before bringing his veiny hands to his brown belt. While he unbuckled the worn-out leather, you worked on Jack’s trousers. You looked up at them as you unhurriedly zipped Jack’s trousers down.

Anticipation filled your veins as you reached your other hand over to Joel’s blue denim, assisting him in unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. You moved your focus back to Jack and then pulled his trousers down, his cock straining against his dark green boxers. You dug your eyes to Joel then also hauled his jeans down revealing his grey boxers. Both of their cocks stained the cotton of their boxers with pre-cum.

You swallowed while wrapping your hands around both of their waistbands and tugging against the elastic until their cocks sprang free. Without hesitation, your eyes widened at the sight of the two men’s cock. Your pussy squeezed around nothing just as your gaze remained on the cock’s in disbelief.

Big wasn't even the word. Jack’s cock was an extended length with a slight upward curve, his pretty pink tip glistened in pre-cum. Green veins scattered around his shaft and his balls were trimmed, leaving silver stubbles of hair around them. While Jack had the length, Joel had the very thick girth. A long vein ran up his tan shaft, running from the base of his cock to the end of his mushroom tip. His balls remained covered in brunette and grey hairs.

You looked at them through your lashes. A smirk was growing on both of their faces as both of their cocks awaited your touch.

“Go on, bunny.” Joel encouraged, his voice softer than it's been all summer.“Don't be shy now.”

You stretched both of your hands over to their large cocks, your thumb gradually teasing their mushroom heads. They twitched against your hands as you wrapped your fists around both of them and gently stroked their stiff shafts.

“You like it when I go right by the head?” You teased while grazing the pads of your thumbs by the sensitive area right underneath their tip. A deep moan broke out their mouths as you felt their cocks getting harder by the second.

You then parted your lips and leaned forward to Jack’s tip before spitting on it. Their gazes scorched into your skin as you delicately kissed his tip.The instant warm taste of salt hit your tastebuds before your tongue swirled around the tip. As your mouth closed around Jack’s cock, Joel’s own twitched in your palm.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” Jack quietly groaned while you sucked harder , your tongue flicking the tender spot underneath the tip.

“Looks like she got a favorite.” Joel playfully provoked while thrusting into your fist. You took his comment as an indication to give his throbbing cock some attention.

You dragged your lips away from Jack’s cock, a line of saliva leaving your mouth. While you massaged Jack, you slapped Joel’s fat mushroom tip against your tongue a few times before wrapping your glistening lips around his tips. Joel tossed his head back as his breathing grew unstable from the warmth of your mouth.

“She’s good, ain't she?”

“So fucking good.” Joel grunted a reply while you hauled your hand down to his hairy balls and caressed them into the palm of your hand. The sensation you offered to him immediately made him jolt in your mouth. You hummed against his tip and shot your stare up at Joel and Jack. They towered over you, lips parted in bliss as they watched you claim their cocks. Pleasing them at the same time drove a pulsation to spasm between your clenched thighs.

For a few seconds, you pulled away from Joel’s cock to catch your breath.

“I want to fit the both of you in my mouth.” You hesitantly announced and batted your eyes at them. There was a small stillness in the air as Joel and Jack gazed at each other.

“Yeah?” Jack tested, bringing his rough hands to your jaw.

You chewed on your bottom lip and nodded

“Give it a try then bunny.” Joel motivated and stepped closer to Jack, closing the distance between them. By how near they were, you could have effortlessly fit them both in your mouth.

You held their cocks and slapped both of their heavy heads onto the flat of your tongue, their wet tips brushing against each other. You then shoved them both into your mouth, earning a gag to escape from your throat.

“Well look at that,” Jack pointed out as you sucked on both of their tips, your jaw stretching until it cramped. “She’s such a greedy girl, couldn't even choose,” Joel commented while they both tangled their large hands into your damp hair. You looked up at them like a lost puppy as you took them deeper into your mouth.

“You are taking us so well, nasty girl.” Jack moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, their tips hitting the back of your throat. Your gag produced an excessive amount of saliva that it trickled out of your mouth and down your chin.

“If only your daddy knew the slut you had in his house.” Joel groaned after you resumed caressing their balls in your palms. They twitched in your mouth and thrusted so deeply which earned a loud gag to vibrate against their tips.

After a few more sucks, Jack abruptly pulled out of your mouth. “If I am going to cum it’s going to be deep in this pussy.” Jak said, breathing laboriously.

“You are damn right on that.” Joel then agreed before forcefully releasing his grip out of your hair and pulling his thick girth out of your mouth. Suddenly, you huffed in an inhale while drool thoroughly snaked down to your exposed chest.

Joel and Jack grabbed onto your waist and lifted you to your feet. Before you could process what they were doing, Joel hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you with ease. The angle they had you in made your body sandwich between them.

Joel held you up like you weighed nothing more than a thin piece of paper. His grip kept you in place, spreading your legs far enough to give Jack maximum access to your exposed, swollen cunt.

You whimpered as you looked down at your puffy cunt. Without warning, Jack leaned forward and rubbed his wet tip against your swollen nerve. Your hips shuddered at the sensation as your widened eyes shot to him. The feeling nearly urged you to shut your legs but Joel’s powerful hold on them prevented you from doing so.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,” Jack mumbled, keeping his dilated eyes on you as he carried his tip down to your pussy’s entrance. Your stomach dropped as your hands flew to his buff shoulders. “Easy…”

“Too big.” You quickly moaned as Jack slowly pushed his cock into you, your cunt swallowed his mushroom tip up.

“Come on bunny, he’s barely in you.” You listened to Joel tssked from behind you, his hot breath airing on the skin behind your ears.

“Relax, we got you.” Jack cooed, feeling how your walls choked his lengthy shaft. He went on thrusting into you until he bottomed out. Your nails dug into his clothed shoulders as your lips parted. He didn't move an inch inside of you until your cunt eventually relaxed on his cock. “Yeah, just like that.” He praised while taking one of your thighs out of Joel’s grip so Joel’s freed hand could explore the contours of your body.

Jack started to move and you immediately threw your head back onto Joel’s chest. A knot of pleasure made its presence known into your lower stomach as your walls perfectly molded Jack’s cock. Jack leaned forward then trailed his gentle lips along your neck as he set a nice and steady pace.

The head of his cock hit a spot so deep within you that your walls unintentionally clamp around him. You cried out in pure euphoria as your legs quivered from his thrusts picking up a faster pace.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Jack moaned in a breathy manner as he began to pound into your pussy. The sounds of your wet cunt crammed the air as you looked down at his cock disappearing into you. Your cunt’s juices soaked his shaft and streamed down to the cement below you.

While Jack was fucking you so flawlessly, Joel snaked his hands to your soaked folds. He dragged his rough fingers up to your clit and pressed down on it. Your hips chased his touch as you released a strained sob. Joel delicately circled the aching bud, adding to the pleasure Jack was already giving to you. The familiar sensation in you was building so quickly that your walls spasmed on Jack’s cock.

You whined when Joel then dragged his hands away from your throbbing clit and shifted it up to your face. “Spit.” He demanded as his calloused palms came up to your lips. You followed his orders and blew your warm saliva into the center of his hands, not second guessing one thing. “Since you can fit us both in your mouth, let's see how much this cunt can handle.”

Jack sucked on your neck like he was attempting to claim you as his own. He then paused his thrust to allow Joel into your pussy too. From behind you, he smeared your spit onto the tip of his cock and grew it closer to your cunt.

From how tight you were around Jack’s cock alone, you never expected Joel’s cock to fit in you. But when your cunt started to stretch around his girth, creating enough room for him to fit, you could do nothing but release a guttural wail from deep in your chest. You hissed at his devastating stretch, your entrance stinging in a pleasurable discomfort as you clamped down on them.

Eventually, Joel bottomed out deeply in your pussy. Their cocks rubbed against each other before they finally started to move in you.

“You are so full of us, aren't you bunny?” Joel taunted in a grunt. You nodded frantically as you moaned at the sensation of two cocks tearing your walls apart. Joel’s freed hand found its way to your neck while Jack pressed his lips against your open mouth, muffling your noisy moans.

You struggled to keep up with the rhythm of Jack’s passionate kiss as they both thrusted in you at a snappier pace. You whimpered against Jack’s lips while his tongue slid into your mouth. He then pulled away from your lips and glanced down at you in full lust as he hummed in satisfaction.

“Yes sweetheart.” Jack moaned, moving faster into your cunt. The buildup in your lower stomach was about to release, forcing your walls to spasm in wave-like motions around both of their cocks. “It’s a big stretch, I know baby.”

As they pounded in you at the same time, you became a moaning mess again . Your eyes stayed shut while your nails dug into Jack’s shoulder. Whenever you tried to close your legs and squirm away from their cocks, it just resulted in them spreading you wider.

“Taking us so well, bunny.” Joel grunted behind you as his rhythm turned messy and his grasp on the skin of your thigh got tighter.

Your juices leaked on their cocks, your walls crying at the stretch. You dropped your head back onto Joel’s broad chest and wailed out while your hips jerked from the feeling evolving in you. You were so close and they both knew it by the way your cunt was ruthlessly strangling their cocks. They didn't hold back on their swift pace, not offering you a drop of compassion.

“Atta girl.” Joel’s groans turned into husky whimpers as his hips shuddered against the fat of your ass.

“You fuck me so well.” You choked out in an extended cry as your orgasm threatened to release. “I love your cocks in me.”

“Ain't no guy gonna fuck you this good in Seattle?” Joel challenged while his free hand crept up to your breast, pulling the other one out of the black chlorine-soaked material. He cupped them then gave the sensitive bud a small pinch, gaining a yelp from you. The pinch made you squeeze around the both of them bringing a small chuckle to leave Jack’s lips as he drilled into you. “That right?”

You nodded as Joel nibbled on the skin of your earlobe.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” Jack ordered, snapping his hips against yours to get extremely deeper into you. “Tell us.” Their cocks were reaching areas in your pussy that had never been surpassed before.

“No guy…”You brainlessly trailed off, making an attempt to come up with the words as they fucked your release right out of you. “Is going to fuck me as good as you guys do.”

“Good fucking girl.” Joel then praised while keeping up with Jack’s ravenous thrusts. “See how easy that was, bunny?”

Every muscle in your body sprouted tight as the knot in you snapped. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as bliss washed over you.

“You are so beautiful, keep cumming.” Jack rasped as their thrusts both became messy but speedier. Their cocks jerked in you while your body quivered with a wave of minor tremors. “You are going to make us cum.” Joel added to Jack’s praises.

“Cum in me please.” You choked out, rolling your hips against their cocks in an attempt to milk them dry.

“What a fucking slut.” Joel spat before burying himself deep in your overused cunt, a moan leaving his mouth. “This pussy belongs to us now.” Jack then said while he halted into you too.

Their cocks both twitched in you as they came in your stretched pussy. Their warm, sticky fluids poured against your walls as your eyes broadened in craving at the feeling of being filled up.

They both groaned and drew laborious breaths as they remained buried inside of you, not a single drop of their thick ropes of cum going to waste.

You couldn't believe you allowed your dad's best friends to fuck you.

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After a bad shift, he’s climbing in next to you in bed, whispering a soft “C’mon sweetheart, open up for me,” before sliding his thick fingers between your lips. Letting out a groan when your hot mouth takes them in.

And he’d looooove when you suck on them, with your hollowed out cheeks and swirling tongue.

“Just like that, doing so good for me,” as he prods around inside your mouth, dipping his head down to place slow, languid kisses against your jawline and down your neck.

“One more for me baby, can you do that?” while he’s slipping his free hand underneath your itty bitty cotton sleep shorts to rub slow circles against your core.

Of course you’re nodding dumbly at his request, parting your lips around his fingers so he can add another.

My month late contribution to the twins at the carousel trend thing. The literal twins. Little Julia is so cute oh my gosh

Shawn Hatosy as Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody in Animal Kingdom