went to the doctor and she said i was fine

When you told Deran you and Pope were taking things slow, you weren’t lying.

Sure you’d been making out. A LOT. And there had been plenty of over-the-clothes fondling, but you hadn’t graduated to anything more than some good old fashioned dry humping.

If you were being honest… you were still in your own head about before. Still too hesitant to escalate things farther. You like Andrew, SO MUCH, and you didn’t want to have him push away again. You feared the rejection. Even though you knew, logically, it wasn't because of you; you just couldn’t shake it off. So you never went beyond a PG-13 rating with him. He didn’t seem to mind, and neither did you…. mostly.

Until tonight, when you were cuddled up, watching Pretty Woman in bed at your apartment.

“Andy, you can’t actually be jealous of Richard Gere right now.”

“I’m not.” he didn’t sound the least bit convincing.

You sit up slightly, leaning over him.

“Andrew David Cody.”

Pope looked over at you, eyebrows raising to his hairline at you using his full government name.

You give him a stern, but playful look before continuing. “If prime 90s Richard Gere were to walk into this room right now, wanting to whisk me away, I’d say ‘No thanks! I’ve already got the greatest boyfriend, EVER. He’s sweet. He’s handsome. He treats me like a total princess. Plus his ass….” you jokingly fan yourself, a small “damn” escaping your lips in a heavy breath.

Pope lets out a small snort, a ghost of smirk crossing his mouth and a blush reaching up to the tips of his ears.

You look into each other’s eyes, Pope with his usual intensity and you with a warmth and kindness he’s still getting used to.

Leaning forward, you press your lips to his. The kiss is sweet and languid, you both wanting to savor each other.

As your tongues battle for dominance, you slowly drag your hand down his chest, before resting it on the tent growing in his sweatpants. Pope releases a whimper into the kiss, causing you to pull back. You rest your forehead against his, looking into his eyes.

“Can I touch you?” your voice is laced with hope and smidge of hesitation. “I don’t want to push you…”

Pope lets out a grunt.

“Use your words, honey.” you say, coaxing him.

“Yes. Please.” he says, sounding almost pained.

You give his cheek a kiss, feeling the hard clench of his jaw under your lips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Pope nods his head, breathing out an “okay”

You keep your eyes trained on him, carefully watching for any sense of dislike, as you give a testing rub along his bulge. Even with the cloth barriers, you feel the heat of him. And the twitch.

When you find only blushing cheeks and hooded eyes trained on you, you palm him through his sweats. His hips bucking upwards, chasing your touch.

Sitting up abruptly, you pull your hand away. Pope furrows his brows at you.

“Spread your legs for me, Andy."

He simply nods his head and does as he’s told.

You settle yourself between his legs, pulling his sweats and boxers down to the middle of his thighs. Pope lifting his hips to help you.

You can’t stop the gasp that escapes you, at the sight of him finally bare in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” Pope’s voice laced with concern.

Looking up at him, you see self consciousness settling like a mask over his face.

“Oh! Honey, nothing’s wrong. I just… I knew you’d be big..” you lick your lips, gaze flicking back between his legs. You feel your mouth water. “So big Andy… hope I can fit it all in my mouth.”

You hear a whimper come from him, your eyes still glued to where you see his cock twitch.

“Let me make you feel good, Andy. Please.” you don’t bother trying to hide the hunger and desperation that fills your voice.

All that comes out of him is a wrecked “please”, making heat pool between your thighs.

No longer holding yourself back, you lean forward, letting spit collect in your mouth before releasing it on his shaft. You run your thumb over his bulbous head, collecting the precum that’s collected at his slit. You spread his release and your spit along his thick, pulsing cock.

With a twist of your wrist, the pace you set is slow. Testing. Really letting Pope feel each drag and pull across his cock.

“Does that feel good, honey?” you say, meeting Pope’s hooded eyes.

Pope bucks up into your hand, nodding his head, breathing out your name.

You continue jerking him off, squeezing the base of him to keep him from cumming too soon.

“Doing so good for me, Andy.” you lean forward and give a tentative kiss to his tip.

Pope sucks in a breath, his cock twitching against your lips.

Not breaking eye contact, you give kitten licks to the head, eyes fluttering only for a moment, when the saltiness of his skin hits your tongue.

You work your way down him, tracing your tongue against the vein that runs along the shaft. A small “fuck” coming out of him.

You tap the head against your tongue, looking at Pope through your lashes.

“You like that, Andy? Making you feel good?’ you chuckle, already knowing the answer.

Pope whimpers, hips bucking up to meet your mouth, letting out a strangled “Yes”.

Giving him a mischievous smile, you quit your teasing. You suck on the weeping head, moaning around him as precum collects on your tongue. Hollowing your cheeks, you take Pope fully into your mouth. You set a slow, sloppy pace; bobbing your head up and down.

You pull off, kissing along his shaft down to his neglected balls. Laving your tongue across is his sack, suckling at the wrinkled skin. Gliding your hand up and down his cock, Pope fucking his hips up into your fist.

Pope’s fucked out expression fills you with a sense of pride. He starts to close his eyes, letting his head fall back against your bed. You pull away, making him release a groan of frustration.

“Keep your eyes on me, Andrew.”

Pope whines, his eyes finding yours once more.

“Good boy.”

The praise has him bucking his hips, moaning out your name. Begging you to continue.

Your mouth returns to his hard, thick member. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head, continuing your previous pace.

With your eyes glossy, lips swollen and stretched wide around him, you open your throat up. Relaxing your jaw, letting his cock hit all the way to the back of your throat. Gagging yourself on him.

“Fuck…” Pope moans, tightly gripping the blanket beneath him.

Feeling his restraint, you pull off his cock with a pop. Delivering little kisses to his tip, you take one of his hands in yours, bringing it to the back of your head.

“Andy… know you won’t hurt me. You can touch me, its okay.”

“You sure?” Pope whispers, a crack in his voice.

You nod your head, letting out a “mhm” before taking him into your mouth again, returning to your work.

Pope grips a fistful of your hair in his hand, guiding your head up and down.

You pick up the pace, tears pricking your eyes. Never once breaking eye contact with him.

You gag around him again, as he thrusts upwards towards the back of your throat.

“Fuck- I’m gonna-” Pope whimpers, cock pulsing in your mouth. Shooting white, hot ropes of cum down your throat.

He tightens his grip in your hair as he rides out his orgasm, moaning out your name. You swallow down every drop of cum he gives you.

Pope releases your hair, his cock softening in your mouth. You pull off, trying to catch your breath.

You lay your head against his thigh, both your chests heaving.

“Was that good, Andrew?” you ask, looking up at him with your tear and spit stained face.

“It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

You nuzzle your cheek against his thigh, smiling, lips still swollen and glossy.

“Can I eat you out now?”

It comes out as begging, rather than a question. It makes you freeze.

You want him to. So badly. The aching heat between your thighs making your head spin. But that little voice, the one full of insecurity, makes you hesitate. The rejection and heartache you felt after the first time flashing through your mind.

You kiss along his inner thigh, sitting up on your knees. Resting your hands on his thighs, you give him a reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

“No… I’m kinda bloated right now. Don’t really feel like it… just wanted to make you feel good.” you run your thumb across his cheek, watching him look at you with such reverence.

“Okay…” his voice is gruff, slightly questioning. But he doesn't push it.

Plopping on your side next to him, Pope turns to face you leaning in for a kiss. You pull away slightly, giggling.

“Andy… I just had your dick in my mouth.”

“I don’t care.”

He grips your jaw, pulling you to him. Your lips slot together, the kiss deep but soft. You run your hand through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. Pope licks into your mouth, moaning at your tastes mingling. When you pull away, both your lips are kiss bitten.

You cuddle up close to him, letting your leg drape across his stomach and your hand rest on his chest.

“Hand me the remote, we’re gonna have a Richard Gere movie marathon. I’m thinking Runaway Bride, next.”

Pope groans, playfully spanking you.

You giggle, cuddling up closer, feeling his heartbeat under your palm.

────﹒♡﹒─ the next day ─﹒♡﹒────

“O-okay, I’m sor- Ow! Ow, fuck!!” You blubbered at a particular thrust that felt uncomfortably deep.

"Oh, Shit. Baby, are you okay?" Robby asked urgently before immediately pulling out, holding you more gently against his chest. Both the palms of his hands are now resting against your ribs, gripping you as delicately as possible to keep you from falling onto the mattress.

You panted heavily with your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath, waiting for the dull ache inside you to go away. Robby was getting desperate; your silence and lack of confirmation that you were okay were eating at him.

He gently grabbed your cheeks and forced you to turn your head back to face him behind your shoulder, needing eye contact to read you properly.

"Talk to me," Robby pleaded with a soothing tone, while his chocolate brown eyes bore into you. Anxious for an answer while trying not to stress you out, "Where does it hurt?"

"My-my-" you mewled softly as you made an effort to answer him properly. His encouraging nod helped you find the words you were looking for. "M-my cervix."

Robby tsked softly before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your full cheek.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," He murmured, his salt and pepper beard scratching your skin as his lips brushed tenderly against your soft and sweaty skin. The gesture made your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the intimacy of the moment, making you feel closer to him than when he was inside you.

"Do you want to stop?" He cooed against your cheek, the immediate shake of your head to his suggestion made him chuckle softly.

"No, just s-slow down. Please?" Robby nodded before placing one more kiss on your cheek.

“Alright. I need to check your pretty pussy first, okay?” He cooed, not making a single move to position you until he got your consent.

You nodded gently, and he moved his grip down to your waist as he lowered you down carefully onto your stomach and flipped you over with ease. His strength always surprised you, given that his only workout consisted of being constantly on the go at the Pitt. Robby grabbed your knees and pushed them up until they were inches from your shoulders, pressing against your breasts.

“Hold it,” He ordered, his role as an attending physician bleeding into his dominance in the bedroom. Your brain began to go all fuzzy and slow to process his command. Robby sensed your hesitance and glanced up at you with an arched brow, making you quickly obey and place your hands behind your knee to hold your legs back for him.

“Good girl,” He growled lowly as he kept his gaze on your soaked folds.

As he continued his inspection, your cheeks began to flush in this position. It always made you feel a little shy despite the numerous occasions he’s fucked you in a mating press. Except now you were exposing yourself to him instead of being covered by his tall and burly build.

A startled gasp escaped your lips as you felt the pad of his thumb circle your bundle of nerves. It quickly snapped you out of your anxious thoughts. You noticed his eyes were trained on your folds with his brows furrowed in concentration.

“What-what are you do-” Robby interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.

“Need to lube you up before I check you properly,” He continued to stimulate your engorged clit with slow and controlled circles, not stopping until you were weeping. Despite this technically being a clinical check-in, you didn't even try to hold back the desperate mewling coming out of your parted lips. Robby was borderline teasing you, and it was driving you insane.

It wasn't until he glanced down and saw the wet spot forming under your ass from your arousal dripping down your folds and onto his sheets. He finally decided that you were wet enough, and he scooted closer on his knees before carefully working one thick finger into your folds. It was a tight fit, but he didn't stop until he circled the tip of his finger around for your cervical opening.

Robby grunted softly once he located your opening, feeling the small dent.

“How does that feel?” His cock twitched against his thigh at the soft feeling of your opening, a sign that you were ovulating.

“A-a little weird,” you strangled breathlessly as you clenched around his finger, feeling more turned on than before.

“Bad weird?” He inquired, trying his hardest not to pull his finger out and go back to fucking you until you were filled up.

“No-no, l-like awkward weird not painful w-weird,” you panted heavily as your thighs began to shake in your grip.

Robby nodded before pulling his finger out, watching your slit clench around nothing and your clit twitching for contact. He placed his palm on one of your knees and spread you further open, allowing you to release your hold one of the backs of your knees.

You watched as he fisted his cock at the base and pressed the tip of his circumcised shaft against your clit. The sensation sent a shiver through your body, your thighs shaking in his grip.

"You ready pretty girl?" Robby growled, his voice hoarse from the frantic need to be inside you again.

"Yes."

A broken moan escaped your parted lips as he pushed his length all the way in in one thrust.

"Fuck-" Robby groaned through clenched teeth.

"I'm not gonna last," He panted heavily, "touch your pretty little clit for me."

You nodded quickly before reaching down to circle your clit with your fingertips, watching him groan at the sight and the way your slit flutters around his cock. He quickened his pace with a groan while he kept his fist at the base of his cock. Despite the lustful monster in him taking over, he was not going to make the same mistake of almost bruising your cervix again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Cum for me, baby, please. Fuck, I'm so fucking close," Robby practically begged before leaning in to latch his lips around your nipple and suck on the soft nub until it hardened against his tongue.

"Daddy! Fuck me!" You whined as you came around his cock, your cum leaking onto his sheets, and adding to the puddle below your ass.

"That's it, baby," He groaned against your nipple before burying his face between your breasts.

"Where do you want it? Tell me now."

"Inside. Inside me, please," you pleaded as you wrapped your legs around his hips and hooked your feet to keep him inside.

"FUCK." Robby growled against your chest as he buried as much of himself as he could. His cock pulsated inside you as he kept moving his hips in shallow thrusts to fuck his cum further into you.

You gasped as he collapsed his full weight on top of you, his face buried into your chest, and he panted heavily. He reached forward to wrap one of his arms around you, making you arch your back to allow him to snake his arm under and hold you.

A comfortable silence settled in the room; the only sounds were you both finally catching your breath, mingled with the busy streets at midnight in Pittsburgh.

“You know we’ll have to tell your old man.”

With wide eyes, you turned your head to catch his gaze. You stared in wonder at his sudden determination while he returned his gaze in awe and a playful smirk.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” You watched as he leaned in to suckle on your sweet spot, the place on your neck just above your collarbone. The feeling caused you to slide your hand up his shoulder and run your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck.

"Mikey," You whispered his name so lowly he almost didn't hear you.

“Mm?” Robby hummed without breaking contact from his lips on your neck, the sensation of his teeth biting down a little too hard made you clench around his softened length.

“He’s gonna look at you differently. As a friend and an employee-”

“I know,” Robby interrupted as he pulled away slightly to cup your face and leaned in to peck a kiss on your lips before murmuring, “I don’t care. I just want you in my life. Even with all the noise and bullshit. I've fucked enough cum into you and shared too much of myself to let you go.”

It was obvious now that this was more than sex. He didn't get his high off the secrecy and shame of fucking his supervisor’s daughter under the radar. Robby was getting his high from just being with you, touching, and connecting with every part of you that you were willing to give him. He couldn't get enough of it, and now he wanted the whole world to know.

“Maybe over dinner next Friday night?”

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"please—"

it wasn't the first time you'd begged. you'd begged for many, many things in this same position, truth be told. robby behind you, jack below. both of their cocks splitting you open. jack was thick, just like the rest of him—thick fingered, thick bodied, thick cock throbbing and twitching where it stuffed your pussy. robby, on the other hand—long and curved up to the right—enjoyed fucking you in your tight puckered muscle, making you whine and squirm beneath him.

robby laid down over you, crushing you further into jack's chest, who moaned with you at the change in angle. robby’s breath was hot against your ear, his lips pressed into the shell.

"please what, baby? hmmmm?" he groaned, his voice hoarse and cracked, his chest wiry with hair against your slick back.

you brought your hand up to fist in his hair, holding on tight as he pulled his length from you almost to the very tip before thrusting slowly back in.

"oh my god," you heard jack curse, his hands tightening at your hips, his mouth opening in a gasp.

both of them were to the right of you—your face laid down on jack's collarbone, robby's chin hooked over your right shoulder. they were so close. breathing one another's air, enough that you could feel jack’s breath leave him and robby’s cheek shift against the side of your head when he opened his mouth to kiss the crest of your shoulder.

you tightened your grip in the latter's hair.

"wanna see you kisssss—"

jack let out a breathless little laugh, robby chuckling into your shoulder.

"baby, we talked about this—" jack said, his voice hardly more than breath, his chest heaving under yours.

"—but it would be so hottttt," you whined.

robby ignored you. "how's she feel, brother?"

jack's head tipped back into the pillow beneath him, and you watched the rough scruff of his unshaved neck shift as his adam's apple glided up and down, swallowing around the broken gasp he pulled in.

"so god damn good—go a little harder, she squeezes me so fucking tight when you really give it to her, mike."

you barely had time to register the gleam in robby's eyes before he was swinging his hips back again, this time thrusting hard against you, his skin slapping hard, balls clapping right above where jack's cock was buried deep inside.

you squealed and jack groaned loudly. your hand hung on tighter to robby's hair, your other hand digging into jack's shoulder beside your head.

"ohhhh fuck—" you mewled. "so—so deep, robby, oh god—"

"she sounds so pretty when she makes those little noises," jack strained to say, turning to kiss you on the nose. "huh, honey? robby's dick feel good like that? yeah? gimme a kiss."

you tilted your chin, pushing into his lips lazily, your tongue reaching out to lick at his, wet muscles sliding together. when you began to drool out the side of your lips, you brought robby's head down closer, resting your cheek back to jack's chest.

"your turn—" you murmured sleepily, your brain fucked out of any logic.

nothing passed through you but the ecstasy of having these two men and being sandwiched between them and their weight pressing in around you. jack began jerking his hips up into you, making you hiccup and whine, his thrusts getting erratic, his breath heavier.

robby's cock pushed deeper into you too, the pressure of both of them at the same time making you feel so content, so full, so cock drunk.

"please, please," you chanted. "wanna see you kiss so badly—"

"she really does beg so cute, doesn't she?" robby murmured, kissing your shoulder.

"yeah—" the other breathed, a light groan strangling the word as both of them slid in and out of you in tandem—full of jack's cock, then robby's, empty. then again, both of them filing you at the same time. the rhythm made your jaw go slack, your thoughts thinning. it felt so right, with jack below you, robby behind you, both of them too big, too hot, too much. still, you wanted more. wanted this so badly the need burned behind your eyes.

"like this—" you said, ignoring their cooing, and you craned your neck, pressing a chaste kiss to robby's lips.

it was hardly a second, your brain too foggy to make it anything more.

"that's it, huh? that's what you want, honey?" robby murmured, voice even hoarser with mirth as he smiled at you.

"yesss!" you whined, kicking your feet into the bed beneath.

"not good enough to have both of us, huh?" he teased. "such a needy little girl."

"be nice, mike—" jack moaned. "she's a good girl."

his praise always effected you—making you flutter around him, and you knew he could feel it, even with the increased fulless from robby deep inside you with him. he cracked a little knowing smile between moans.

"oh, i know she's a good girl, brother," robby said, and his mouth dragged over the back of your shoulder. "no doubt about it. but we've spoiled her. she thinks she can have whatever she wants."

you pouted, the prick of tears in your eyes not from him denying you, but from the utter fullness of their cocks punching in and out of you. from the easy back and forth of them—robby pretending there wasn’t a soft spot in him you could reach with the simplest look. and jack caught it every time and teased him for it.

"enough talking—" jack cursed. "fuck, fuck, she's tightening up on me— think she's gonna come, mike, oh god—"

"please—" you moaned louder, thrashing a little bit out of frustration.

"fuck it—" robby growled.

he leaned down and placed a kiss on the corner of jack's mouth.

they didn't stop entirely when robby pulled his lips away from jack's. their thrusts only softened into shallow rocks, jack's hands tightening on your skin, both his and robby's throbbing lengths still pressed deep enough inside you that every quiet breath made you feel the stretch of both of them. you held yours without meaning to—waiting, feeling both of them still around you.

robby's chest pressed heavier against your back as he breathed through his nose. you felt jack's beneath you, his ribs expanding, pressing against your breasts.

"yes," you whispered, though not wanting to rush them. your mouth brushed jack's skin when you said it, soft against the damp hollow below his collarbone. "more."

"you're right—" jack huffed a little laugh that shook his chest on the way out. "she really is needy."

robby smiled, as if grateful for the lightness, "told y—"

but he couldn't say anything else, because jack's lips were suddenly on his.

a deep, harmonized groan passed between the two of them, and it did something terrible to you. your stomach dropped, your hips jerked. even a little lick of jealousy flamed in you, warming your skin, but they looked good together. so good. exactly as you pictured it. it made you moan and writhe to see their mouths slot against one another, lips parting, tongues sliding, jack's stubbled jaw working under the rough scrape of robby's beard.

"oh my god," you whispered.

when they paused their kissing, a string of spit connected them, shiny and wet.

"d'you feel that?" robby whispered.

"yeah," jack answered, his one hand squeezing your hip while the other came up to robby's hair along with yours. "her pussy is gripping me like a vice—"

"yeah, she really tightened up—fuck, c'mere."

robby's hand went up to jack's hair too, fisting in the messy graying curls. jack's mouth fell open in a guttural groan, and robby's other hand came to the nape of your neck in answer. he pulled you into himself harshly, his tongue sliding against yours as your mouths met.

it was slick and wet and lewd, and just when you began to moan in earnest, their thrusts picked up again. harder now, less patient. jack fucking up into you from beneath, robby driving into you from behind, the bed frame knocking against the wall harshly again and again.

then you felt a second tongue at the corner of your mouth.

you pulled back only enough to welcome it—jack's tongue sliding against yours, robby's flicking against the two of you together.

the room filled with louder moans and the thick slap of skin, the wet drag of mouths, jack's rough little curses disappearing against your lips. robby's hand stayed tight at the back of your neck, holding you there for it, making you take the kiss you had begged for. you gushed around them, pussy fluttering and convulsing in pleasure.

"come for us, baby," robby whispered between kisses. "come for jackie. he wants you to come all over his big cock."

jack groaned under you, his hips jerking up harder, his member punching even deeper.

"I wanna feel it too," robby said. "c'mon now, gave you what you wanted. now I get to feel this perfect little ass take my come."

"just wanted your boyfriends to kiss, huh, baby?" jack cooed, his hand moving up to grip your face, forefinger and thumb squeezing your cheeks. his thumb hooked into the tender hinge of your lips, sliding along your molars to pry your mouth open wider for the two of them.

you cried out around his salty skin, and he pouted in mock pity as he looked at you.

"come on my cock, baby," jack moaned, leaning in to keep licking and nipping at your lips. "know you wanna, come on my cock now—gonna fill you up so good, mmmm—"

"i'm—i'm—i'm coming—oh, god, oh god—"

"yeah, that's it, that's it—oh fuckkk—" robby groaned, his thrusts slamming harder, turning erratic before he froze up, jaw unhinging, breathing hotly against wanton mouth.

jack's opened too, in shock, in awe, and when you looked at him you saw his eyes go wide before they rolled back behind his eyelids.

your orgasm ripped through you, a heady pressure down your spine and tightening your hips, making your legs lock up before it crested you like an ocean wave swelling and crashing. your hand clenched in robby's hair as your mouth fell open around jack's thumb. both of them groaned in tandem, trapping you between them, both buried deep while your body squeezed down, making jack curse and robby bare his teeth.

as the euphoria eased and your body went loose with the oxytocin flooding your blood, the three of you kept kissing—gentle little nips, soft flicks of tongue, spit sliding and glistening at the corners of your mouths, collecting where lips met and parted. jack retreated his thumb from your mouth to gently pet at your cheek, and they let you have as much as you wanted, just like always. spoiled thing, they'd tell you again afterwards, while they washed your hair in the bath and cleaned you up.

but for now, you kissed them as your eyes grew heavier and heavier, your breathing deepening against jack's chest. robby's weight behind you felt heavy and comforting, tucked between two men, utterly spent and completely content.