🌈DIXIE🌈

Only a select few at the hospital know the true Brendon Park. Of course Walsh and Garcia, who have spent many an emergency trauma surgery with him when he needed to do an ORIF or an ex-fix, know the true Park. They cut through his bullshit and didn’t let his intimidating shark-like stare scare them off- they can take his smart remarks and the roll of his eyes and give it all right back at him.

They know that Brendon Park’s other nickname is daddy and not in the way that you’re thinking- but because he’s called that by three little people at home who have his eyes and your smile.

They know that when you got pregnant with your first child- something changed in Brendon. A switch flipped because suddenly the man who had expensive taste and seemed to live his lavish lifestyle turned into a family man. He started to- well he started to nest. His sleek sports car was traded in for an SUV that he spent hours comparing crash tests and ratings because you and his daughter would be riding inside. He studied and obsessed over which car seat was the safest- scared the poor sales boy who couldn’t answer his questions fast enough. The diaper bag he picked has near tactical level organization that rivaled Abbot’s backpack and was already ready to go whenever you needed.

They know that during your second pregnancy- your daughter was a toddler and learned to walk on cold penthouse tiles and that he complained about her room bringing in little light for her. They saw Brendon immediately spring into action- knew how he spent days looking at neighborhoods with good schools nearby and he settled on the perfect house for you to raise your kids in. Two stories, 6 bedrooms, giant backyard with space for a swing set and a garden. He spent one of his rare weekends off painting the rooms for his kids, setting up the crib for his son that you’re due to have soon and- building that swing set that your kids will play on and grow up with.

They were called aunt Yoli and aunt Emy by your kids- they knew Brendon cried on your daughters first day of school because she let go of his hand and ran into her classroom with excitement and awe. That you had to console him and spent the entire day telling him to not pick her up early- and then spent the rest of the day sitting outside the school way too early to pick her up because he was antsy. They knew that Park made waffles on Sunday mornings for you and his kids. He would wake up early- kiss your cheek before leaving you in bed to go check on his babies down the hall. Your daughter at the age where she can attend one of those good school that Brendon pays for- your son still in preschool but it makes his heart feel sad that in another year he’ll join your daughter.

And with your third pregnancy? They knew that Brendon now realized what was the most important factor in raising a family- time. God there wasn’t enough and not even all the money in his accounts could give him more time- because he remembers the panic when your oldest was born and now she has her first ballet recital and he made sure to block out the day to not be on call. Birthdays are a special event and he takes the day off to make sure he can join you in blowing up balloons and making pancakes with sprinkles and candles for breakfast. Brendon’s life was changed because he’s present for every event- soccer games even if he son is the most uncoordinated child ever, piano and ballets recitals, softball games, and school plays. They know that Park refuses to let time slip from his hands when it comes to you and his kids because the second they become known he’s there for every appointment, anatomy scan, blood draw, and ultrasound.

But everyone knows how frustrated Brendon Park “the Shark” gets when he’s gets called in the middle of the night for an ortho trauma-

“Mmph, Brendon~” huffing out his name with a shaky breath when a heavy hand slides up your nightgown to cup at your chest- his lips busy with the skin of your neck to nip and bite at before using his tongue to soothe the pain. You were both woken up by your middle child- monsters and scary men in his dreams that required his big mean daddy to take care of for him but after slaying the demons, your husband had some other plans for the night. “H-happy Father’s D-day,” muffled by his needy lips and desperate touches- little grinds of himself between your thighs to quell the ache that was growing between you both.

“Give me another one,” groaning- drunk off your taste and the pretty way you sound underneath him while he struggles and paws at the neckline of your nightgown so he can get better access for his mouth to occupy your chest. “One more baby, honey- you give me such pretty babies,” he was lost in it now- mouthing dark marks on your skin while nearly slurring his words against your body. “We have one more room to fill- just one more baby- please,” it was hard to deny him now- sounding so needy and desperate and pulling at his boxers before the sound of his phone interrupted you both. You’d think he got fired with the way he whimpered and whined a loud ‘no!’ against your lips- but duty calls and he was the one who had to answer for this shift. Which left him annoyed. Grumpy. Pouting against your lips for a final kiss before tucking you back into bed and mumbling “this isn’t over,” before finding his way to PTMC for a trauma. He’s not sure what makes him more irritated- the denial of soft, half-asleep 3 am sex with his wife or the fact that he’ll miss breakfast with his family on Father’s Day.

“Dr. Park,” his favorite scrub nurse old woman, has been in the practice for years and also doesn’t take shit from Brendon called out over the music- “it’s yours.” He almost didn’t hear her- today felt like a good day for Knocked Loose. But he nods- telling them to turn the volume down when she answered his phone. She also knew of his family- because she was the only one who could see that his background lock screen was a trio of babies who had a familiar blues and sweet smiles that let them get away with anything. Ice cream for breakfast, cookies in bed, a treat just because-

“This is Park,” answering almost on autopilot- stiff voice while he finished the last touches of the ex-fix before asking for a 4-0 Dacron.

“Daddy?” The entire OR paused- a soft, tiny voice broke through the speaker and immediately the tension from Park’s body melted- his eyes softened and they could see the way he smiled from behind the mask. Immediately after Brendon answered his oldest child, another other tiny voice- that of your oldest son spoke up and he could hear the distinct babble of your youngest son trying to keep up with his two siblings. The Shark personality was gone- there was no biting off heads or the voice he saves for chewing out interns. The OR listens while a trio of voices wish him a happy Father’s Day- his oldest giving him her best rendition of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star while his son started yelling his ABC’s to show Park he’s been practicing. And in the background? A very loud chanting of ‘dadadadadadadada’ from your youngest who needs to make it known that his favorite person was also his first word.

Park is engaged- intently listening to your kids while you try to calm them and listen for him in case he needs you to step in if his surgery gets dicey and he has to hang up. You know your husband can multitask- focusing on the delicate tendon reattachment while the kids go on in detail about the breakfast they had. He doesn’t use fillers or just nod along while they speak- no he’s engaged and asking questions and- “did you have any fruit or just syrup?” Because your son would eat it with a spoon if you let him.

“Daddy what are you doing?” Your oldest has become interested in his job lately- tells everyone she meets that her daddy fixes bones. She’ll stay up and crawl into his lap while he reads case studies softly to her until she falls asleep- safe and warm in his arms until he decides to carry her back to her room and tuck her in.

“I’m fixing someone’s leg,” some poor bastard who ended up on the wrong side of a car accident. No casualties but the years of physical therapy will be hell for this kid. Your daughter knows that bone! Excitedly exclaiming that clearly that’s the femur- ‘that’s in your thigh’ she’ll do an aside to you as if her and her dad that’s their own little language now that she can understand. After another few minutes of your kids asking if Brendon will kiss their owie like he does their own- you finally manage to get a second to speak before leaving him to work. Giving the entire OR a view into your life- a view of the Brendon that’s yours. That he’s loved- has a family and a wife and does ingest more that protein he actually has a major sweet tooth believe it or not- having found him and your kids in the kitchen late at night sneaking spoonfuls of ice cream and loud shhhh’s because ‘mommy is sleeping!’

“I love you Brendon, happy Father’s Day,” you know he hurts- how he can’t always be there for you and your kids but it’s not like he’s willfully abandoning you. He always comes back. They know he leaves but what’s even more important is that he comes back to them- tired and drained but he never lets them know. Body exhausted and mind busy but the second he comes home and hears their excitement of ‘daddy’s home!’ You remind him that you and the kids will be waiting- you’ll always wait up for him. And that he has a few gifts to open when he comes home. A nice new scrub cap that you had made of your kid’s drawings of sharks for him- ‘dada!’ your youngest shrieked- already having made a connection between sharks and his dad.

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so here he was, laying on his belly with his hips tilted up and as naked as he was the day he was born. he had one hand fisted in the sheets and the other assisting you in holding open his ass cheeks. you used one hand to keep him open, the other busy jerking his only half-hard cock. poor baby couldn’t even get hard for you. your sweet old man :(

your tongue was flat on his asshole, lapping at it eagerly as he groaned and whimpered into the mattress at the still foreign feeling on his sensitive nerves. your soft moans reverberate against his sensitive skin, sending a shiver up his spine.

you squeeze Joel’s cock gently in your hand, watching some more pre-cum dribble from his tip at the action. you smile in pride and pull back from his ass to talk. “love eating your ass, baby. you look so handsome like this. your pretty cock all messy for me.” You croon.

joel chokes on a moan at your praise, shifting his hips back into you. “th-thank you, baby. Please — please don’t stop, m’gonna cum soon.”

And it’s just so fucking sexy watching him like this. such a big, burly man sprawled in front of you, completely at your mercy and whimpering like a little boy into the pillow. It made you yearn to ease that ache between your thighs. But no, no this was about him. About joel. So at those words you leaned back in and buried your face between his ass cheeks.

joel thinks he sobs a little at the sensation of your chin brushing against his balls, already soaked from the blowjob you’d given him previously. The combination of that small bit of stimulation and your tongue on his ass was intoxicating. Overwhelming, too. He’d never cum from just getting his ass eaten alone, but he had only done this with you a couple of times.

“ah, ah, that feels good. I think i can cum like this, i—” joel reaches down and attempts to fist his cock but you bat his hand away. you pull back briefly to whisper to him. “Nuh uh. No playing with your cock, Joel. Want you to cum just like this, all on your own.”

joel whines like an old dog but doesn’t protest. his thighs were trembling slightly and he bites down hard on his lip to contain the high pitched moan of his, not wanting to loose any more dignity than he already had as he came on your face. the orgasm was sudden and brutal, leaving him shaking on the mattress in front of you.

you lick him through it and gently hold his still only half-hard cock in your hand as he spurts his cum onto the sheets beneath him, making a mess of them.

you pull back when he’s completely milked dry, giving him a slow stroke just for good measure. you don’t give him much time to recover before you’re rolling him over onto his back and straddling his face <3

“are you sure this oh — okay, uncle gr-grumpy..?” you stammered as joel rubbed the length of himself on your sopping slit.

“sure it is, kid,” joel replied nonchalantly, letting a string of saliva drip down from his mouth onto your puffy clit. “y’ain’t gettin’ cold feet now, are ya?” he asked with a crooked grin.

you wanted this. god, you wanted this more than anything. you’d thought about uncle joel taking your virginity for longer than you would like to admit, but you knew it was wrong — incest was illegal, even. “m’just.. just nervous, i guess.” you replied quietly, hugging your stuffed rabbit tight to your chest — one of the many stuffies joel had bought for you when you were a little girl.

joel’s face seemed to soften at your hesitation. he wanted to take this virgin hole more than anything, but the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. “oh, angel,” he murmured sympathetically, bringing a thumb up to brush a piece of hair out of your face. “s’just me n’you, sugar. i ain’t gonna hurt ya. just gotta go nice and slow. real gentle for my baby girl.”

you took a deep breath and nodded shakily. if you were going to loose your virginity to anyone, uncle joel was probably the best option, right? he was family, he cared for you — he loved you. tommy — your father — had always taught you to do it with someone you love after all .

joel spread your legs a little wider with both hands, lifting your leg up to press a kiss to your ankle before getting you in position. “you just snuggle with your bunny, sweet girl. ain’t gotta worry bout a thing.” he murmured, pressing his cock at your entrance and easing it in just a tiny bit.

the stretch hurt. like, really fucking hurt.

joel’s cock head was thick and girthy — overwhelming to say the least. you whimpered at the sudden pain, frantically reaching up to scrape at his chest.

“shh, shh, ohhh, i know baby girl.” he hushed, reaching for your hands and putting them back down by your belly. “s’a lot huh? just gotta get this pussy nice n’stretched f’me.” he inched in a little further, hissing when your walls clamp down on his aching length — almost as if they were protesting to accommodate his size.

“joel — god, it—” you gasped, hiccuping over your words and the pain. it burned the way icy water does when you plunge in too quickly — a sharp, stinging shock that took your breath away. “r-really hurts.”

“i know it does, baby. but ya gotta suck it up. said ya wanted m’cock so ya gotta just take it, sweet thing. just gotta breath through the pain.” he said condescendingly. tears welled in your water line when he pushed another two inches in. you felt pried open, like a door on rusty hinges. resisting but finally groaning wider.

you sniffled, reaching down to rub your swollen nub but joel bet you to it, swatting your hand away and swirling his thumb around your clit.

“just rubbin’ this clit baby,” he explained almost, watching as tears rolled down your face from overstimulation. “distract ya from the pain, yeah? such a brave girl. takin’ uncle grumpy’s cock like this.”

his praise made you sick.

“uncle grumpy”, the name you’d call him as a kid, and now he was using it while deflowering your pretty, virgin cunt. it was so dirty yet so arousing at the same time. your pussy squeezed as it oozed out more slick to coat his cock head and the tiniest bit of his base that was inside of you. joel hissed at the feeling, eyes rolling back temporarily before regaining composure.

“look at that, baby,” he chuckled, coaxing you to watch your pussy being filled, to watch your honey dripping down the part of his cock that wasn’t inside of you. you looked down, keeping a tight grip on your bunny. “she’s givin’ him kisses. tight little cunt’s startin’ t’relax, don’t ya think?”

“i-i think she likes.. you.” you sniffled, a weak smile clawing onto your lips despite the pain. He was right though. You did feel your gummy walls start to relax a little around him at least. joel leaned down with a smile and kissed you on the forehead and then leaned down to do the same for your bunny, making you giggle.

“yeah.. think she does, kiddo,” he murmured while pushing in two more inches, talking to distract you from the stretch. “openin’ up real pretty too.”

“think ya can take the other few inches now?” he asked softly, flicking up your clit hood and rubbing your more intentionally now. “we’ll go real quick — like tearing off a bandaid. l’be done before ya know it.”

the thought of it made you feel a little dizzy, but pleasing uncle joel was what felt more important at the moment, so you swallowed your nerves. “i.. yeah.. okay.”

“okay?” joel checked.

“okay.” you confirmed.

“oh, that’s a good girl. ya don’t know how proud i am o’ya angel — lettin’ me stretch out this tiny hole,” he praised. “s’just so—”

he snapped his hips forward quickly with a grunt, hips flush to yours. he watched your face contort in discomfort. “— special.. —this thing between us.”

“ah! uncle jo-el!” you yelped, scrambling your hands around his shoulders, your nails digging crescent moons into his flesh. “hurts.. it.. it hurts — i can’t—”

“sh, sh, sh, sh,” joel hushed, “yeah, i know, s’a big stretch, huh? just gotta relax that pussy, baby girl. focus on your bunny. ya can do it.” he cooed.

tears welled up in your waterline but nonetheless, you did as he said, focusing on your bunny rabbit. her floppy white ears and her pink little cheeks and the way she — oh my god that felt good.

you gasped at the sudden spark of pleasure, your thighs jerking a little at it. a broken moan left your lips and you cling to Joel’s shoulders, looking up at him with frantic eyes. “ohhh, fuck..”

joel barked out a laugh, shaking his head and tutting. for such a sweet girl, you had the mouth of a sailor at times. “don’t think y’daddy’d like to hear ya talkin’ like that, baby.”

you wanted to say he probably wouldn’t like his brother fucking me either but you decided against it. a funny, tingly feeling grew in the bottom of your tummy and when joel rocked his hips, you rolled your eyes back, finally allowing pleasure to have it’s way with you.

“oh, theeere ya go, hon. y’feeling it now, aren’t ya?” he smiled as he set a steady pace. fucking in and out of your cunt — pulling out halfway before pushing back in. his thumb drew concentrated circles around your clit — every swipe and press of his thumb calculated and easy as if he’d done it millions of times which, he probably has.

“it feels — oh — it feels much better than my stuffies.” you moaned, each rock of his hips making his cock brush off your g-spot perfectly. the mix of stimulation was overwhelming and just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, joel leaned his head down and latched his mouth onto one of your already-peaked nipples.

“s’right, kiddo,” he murmured around your nub, running the tip of his tongue over the erogenous skin. “better than humpin’ those lil bears, baby girl.” he continued, rolling his hips more intentionally now that the pain was gone, the odd slap of skin every now and then filling the room. “betcha think bout y’uncle grumpy while rubbin’ on those stuffies.”

“i do,” you gasped, nodding desperately. your eyes were watery, tears of overstimulation starting to drip down your face. “i always pretend that — that my bear is you, joel.”

“yeah?” he rasped, speeding his hips pace up now. his hips now clapped into yours furiously, his finger almost painfully rubbing and pushing on your clit. a bead of sweat formed between his brows, his own pleasure clearly starting to show. “what part of me d’ya pretend it is, honey?”

you yelped as he sped up, that tingly feeling growing bigger and bigger by the second. “i — i..”

“what is it baby? you pretend it’s my hand? or my leg?” he asked impatiently.

“your cock!” you gasped. “I pretend it’s your cock, joel. oh god — fuck! please, please —”

“what, baby? ya gonna cum f’me?” Joel’s brown eyes damn near turned animalistic to the point that you weren’t sure whether to be scared or excited. you let out a sob, panting desperately.

“i— I don’t know! i think s-o.. is.. is that a-a good thing?” you asked naively.

joel’s featured seemed to relax a little at your inquiry. such a sweet thing, she didn’t even know if it was okay to cum.

“oh yes, baby. s’real good thing. s’gonna make ya feel real good.” he explained, spitting down onto your cunt before resuming his thumbing at your button. it wasn’t like you needed it, but you gathered joel liked things to be messy. “tell me what your feelin’ sugar.”

you tried to gather your bearings and focus on answering joel. “I.. s’uh, uhhh! s’all tingly.”

joel patiently listened to you — concentrating on keeping his composure as he knew that your first ever orgasm was impending. “where’s that sugar? show me.” he said gently.

you took his hand and brought it down to your lower belly. joel’s eyes hardened, feeling the bulge in your stomach from him. you were so tiny and fragile that he was almost afraid you’d break. “oh, honey.” he cooed. the damn innocence of you nearly brought him to his knees. “s’cause i’m right here. all the way in your belly.” he explained while continuing his hard thrusts, slowing the speed down but keeping the pressure and depth. “c’mere, feel.” he brought your hand down and pressed it against your belly.

your eyes glazed as you felt the bump there. the fact he was that deep made you feel even closer and before you knew it — “I’m gonna cum!”

joel got right down to business at your confession.

he fucked into you faster, slamming his hips into your skin, the sting making you scream. his finger on your clit kept rubbing, but he doubled his efforts by, this time, going up and down. your hips started to jerk on their own, your thighs trembling until.. there it was. you were cumming on your uncles cock.

“oh there it is, that’s it right there, baby.” you came with a cry, a rhythmic, throbbing in your cunt as it squeezed and pulsed around uncle Joel’s length. your logical thinking completely shut down, your head going blank and unable to concentrate on anything but the way Joel was milking your pussy.

you felt a surge of euphoria trickle up your spine, your face flushed with the blood rush to your skin. it was as if the whole world stopped spinning for them few seconds, but uncle joel?

he just fucked you through it. prolonging your orgasm with every thrust. your eyes were rolled back and you were too fucked out to make a sound when he pulled out and came on your tummy.