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Running a sweaty hand down the back of your neck, you roll it to the side and shift on your feet, causing your sneakers to quietly squeak beneath you.

Returning to the task of gathering materials so they may be returned to their respective drawers in the exam room you stand in, Robby studies you from a few feet away. "You alright?"

Your eyes flit to his and you shrug. "Just feeling kind of hot." Pushing up the sleeves of your undershirt, you continue. "I think I need to take this off once we're done."

You straighten when he comes over to you.

Robby slides a calloused palm over your forehead and you remain quiet as he uses probably the worst method there is to take your temp.

Dropping it, you think to turn away to toss a paper gown into the trash, until he cups the back of your head and presses his lips to it next.

You lean in slightly to the unexpected gesture, but just as quickly, he pulls back. "You do feel a little warm."

You fiddle with the sleeve of the shirt you mean to rid yourself of. "I'll go change in the ladies room after."

"Or, you could change right here if you're feeling that overheated."

You release a breathy, nervous laugh. "Are you going to stand outside?"

He shrugs, and you watch as a corner of his lips twitch in amusement. "Not if you don't want me to."

Forget the heat, you may pass out just from this exchange alone.

"Kidding," he says quietly while leaning forward with crossed arms.

You turn away so he can't see the annoying grin which has spread across your face. "I'll just do it in the restroom."

Once your extra layer of clothing has been removed, neatly folded, and safely stored away in your employee locker, you head back to the nurses station to look at what new items have popped up on the menu board.

You smirk from thinking about it like that.

Brushing past McKay, her phone dings, followed by Frank's doing exactly the same, but a few feet away. You shrug it off until Mohan's does as well.

Picking up the pace, you speed-walk the remainder of the way to the front of the room before swiftly seating yourself next to Mel and rolling closer to her. Even she's staring down at her phone.

"Did something happen?" you ask quietly.

A fire? A building collapse? An active shooter? So many possibilities race through your mind that you're unable to get a handle on even one before another presents itself.

Turning to you, it's with flushed cheeks and eyes which struggle to reach your own. "It's a not a big deal," she begins with a reassuring tone. "But, uh, it looks like you may've synced your tracking app with the ED's calendar."

Your eyes bug from your skull. "W-What?"

Turning her phone around, she hands it to you.

There, mocking you from the glass screen you stare down at, is a small notification stating that your period of ovulation is due to begin today.

You discovered as much when in the restroom. While wiping yourself, there'd not being an ounce of friction when doing so, and the toilet paper came away shimmery and wet. You were relieved to discover the source of your tepidity wasn't an oncoming cold or a bout of the flu, at least.

Now, you wish either had been the case instead.

Handing her phone back to her, you nearly drop it your hand is trembling so terribly. "Does everyone know?" you whisper.

Glancing around, it seems almost the entire department has come to a standstill as they check their respective devices. Including Robby and Abbot.

Maybe if you crawl beneath a desk, or hide under a hospital bed, the shame will be easier to bear. But with so many eyes now turning in your direction, you stay rooted to the spot.

Mel tucks her phone back away. "I'm sure that in an hour—probably less—everyone will have forgotten about it. I wouldn't worry."

Suddenly skating up to the counter you sit behind, Santos leans over it with an elated grin.

You wince while looking at her from beneath your lashes.

"So, you're breedable and submissive right now, huh?"

You bury your face in your hands. "I can't believe this is happening to me," you mumble in mortification.

"I think she must've accidentally used her work email for the app," Mel explains.

"Oh, is that what you think?" Trin replies sarcastically between fits of bubbly laughter. Turning back to you, she grins. "Just send me another notification when you get home if the electric slide doesn't cut it for ya," she states with a wink before turning and walking away.

Mel looks at you. "What's the electric slide?" she whispers.

You squeeze your eyes shut. "A song. Which is about a vibrator."

"A vibr— Oooh," she says with sudden, dawning realization.

Finally returning to yourself, you slip your phone out of your pocket in a panic. Should've been the first thing you did once Mel told you what a spectacle you've inadvertently made of yourself. Fumbling and nearly dropping it just like hers, you punch in your pin code and swipe through your collection of apps before pressing on the culprit.

Barely able to concentrate, you scroll through this page and that one in frustration, desperate to fix whatever you screwed up by accident.

"I could take a look?" she offers.

Eagerly handing the device over to her, you watch as she easily locates the settings. "Notifications?" she mumbles, followed by a shake of her head. "Ah, here it is: backup and sync."

Once she's removed your work email from the app, she hands the stupid thing back to you.

"Thank you," you say with a sigh of relief—even though the damage has already been done.

She smiles and shrugs slightly. "No problem. Probably just something you did without thinking."

"You get that notification same as me?" Abbot asks while coming to stand beside the computer cart Robby is currently stationed at.

He nods while typing. "I did."

Jack pushes his hands into the pockets of his scrubs. "And what do we intend to do about it?"

"We?" Robby asks with a laugh and a raised brow before turning back to the monitor. "There's nothing to do. I'm sure she's humiliated enough as it is."

Jack crosses his arms while staring at him with pursed lips. "So, we are explicitly told that for the next few days the one woman in this department that neither you or I can keep our eyes—or hands, for that matter—off of is going to be at her most needy, and that doesn't turn you on in the least?"

Robby shoves his hand beneath his glasses and massages the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to forget the fact you just said that to me," he mumbles before returning to his work.

Jack shakes his head while taking a step backward. "Your loss," he calls. "When you lose out because I'm the only one who chose to take initiative."

To his satisfaction, Jack manages later on to catch you alone in the Employee Lounge taking a generous sip of water. He watches as bubbles speed toward the bottom of the bottle—you're just that eager for it.

"Thirsty, huh?" he asks while leaning against the fridge with crossed arms.

Lowering it, you lick your damp lower lip. "Hm? Oh, yeah."

"I'm sure it was just a technical mishap, but can I ask why you're apparently signed up to be notified when you're in your fertile window?"

Good thing you finished your long drink of water, because if you were still swallowing, you'd have choked. "I'm sorry, what?"

Just as he makes to explain, Robby catches the two of you out of the corner of his eye and swings back around before heading into the lounge under the guise of grabbing a drink as well.

You step to the side as Robby walks past you for a plastic bottle of water same as your own.

"I wasn't aware you were seeing anyone," Jack states. "Being notified about your period I get. But ovulation?"

Heat creeps so high past your cheeks that you can feel the tips of your ears now burning.

You look at Robby from the corner of your eye, who's now stationed himself against the counter to your left. "It's so I know when to...carry extra underwear," you clarify quietly. "And pantiliners."

Robby's brows raise and he wraps one arm under the other that's holding a half-drunk bottle of mineral water. "That much, huh?"

You glance to him. "What?"

"You get that wet?" he asks. "Wet enough that you have to bring a change of panties to work with you?"

You feel like you're floating outside of your body right now.

He's a doctor, so surely he's just trying to make sure that everything is in tip-top shape down there.

The alternative is unthinkable.

"Y-Yes," you stutter. "It's normal. For some women...maybe not all. But for me." You chew your lip. "It's kind of embarrassing, actually."

He chuckles, and your brows draw together at the sound.

Jack pushes off the fridge. "Take it from us, sweetheart—middle-aged men who actually understand how a woman's body works just as well as our own—it is anything but something you should be ashamed of."

"Most definitely a turn-on," Robby adds before sliding a hand along the small of your back as he sweeps past, but not before giving you a quick peck on the head.

Once your shift is through, you head out to the parking lot while occupying yourself with a vision of yourself in a steaming bubble bath and reading a romance novel by candlelight.

But only once you've folded and put away the load of laundry you threw in the dryer last night.

Such is life: endless chores.

You observe the curious sight of Jack and Robby chatting by the latter's truck as you steer yourself toward your own vehicle. You don't know how so many people have the energy after work to socialize when all you want to do is to race home to begin decompressing.

With a quiet beep, you unlock your car's trunk and toss your things inside before circling around toward the driver's side... Only to discover a flat tire awaiting you.

You groan in frustration and fight against the temptation to kick it.

What you don't see behind you is the two of them exchanging knowing looks. All Jack had to do was release a few pounds of air, and voilà, their plan was set in motion.

Shaking your head, you pop open your bag to begin digging for your cellphone and AAA membership card until Jack interrupts.

"Flat tire?"

You nod in irritation. "Yes. I'm gonna call AAA."

"We were just going to run out and grab a bite to eat," Robby says. "Could bring you with us, then come back after." He jerks a thumb toward his truck. "I have a portable air compressor in the back."

Releasing your wallet, it drops back down into your purse. You were planning on eating leftovers tonight, but those can always be saved for tomorrow. At least that way, it'll save you another night of cooking.

You turn around to them. "Okay."

When Robby heads toward an empty lot, you raise a brow in question. There's certainly no drive-thru to be found around here. Doesn't look like there's much of anything, in fact, with not even a streetlamp in sight to provide a bit of illumination upon the bare asphalt his truck tires roll upon.

When he throws the vehicle into park and kills the engine, you shift in your seat. "What're we—"

Robby turns fully toward you while Abbot scoots himself closer to the back of the passenger seat you occupy.

"You know, I messed with the valve stem on your car so we'd have an excuse to bring you with us," Jack rasps in your ear.

Your eyes flit between Robby's for explanation.

Robby, who leans in toward you and cups your cheek in his palm.

"Are we not...getting dinner, then?" you ask ignorantly.

Robby chuckles while glancing toward Jack for explanation.

"Maybe later, but we have something else in mind for right now, sweetheart," Jack replies before sliding a hand up the length of your throat and holding firmly to it, but with dexterous gentility.

Robby busies himself with untying the front of your pants before hooking his fingers under the waistline on either side.

"Lift your hips, honey," Jack tells you while swiping his thumb along the underside of your jaw.

You swallow thickly, but lift off the seat momentarily, just like he asked.

In one fell swoop, Robby has pulled your bottoms, as well as your damp panties, all the way down to your ankles, leaving you exposed before them.

"Arms up," Robby mutters before gripping the hem of your top.

Acting on instinct, you raise your arms toward the truck's ceiling and he pulls your shirt over your head before tossing it into the back, beside Jack. Forcing a hand behind you, he unclasps your bra in one swift motion, relieving you of the pesky garment as well.

With his free hand, Jack snakes an arm around your seat and fondles your right breast, leaving the other free for Robby to tend to.

Robby bows his head and sucks your nipple between his lips and gently rolls it between his teeth.

Your hips jerk and you sigh wantonly.

You fell and hit your head in the ED, right? Because this surely is not actually happening.

You hear something unzip behind you, followed by the feel of Jack's fingers twitching against your throat and a moan escaping his lips.

Robby leans back, then sinks his hand between your slick thighs before easing two fingers inside of your wet heat.

"Oh my God," you whimper as your eyes flutter closed.

Jack strokes his cock languidly. "As wet as we thought?" he asks quietly.

Robby swipes his thumb over your clit while shaking his head. "Better. She's absolutely soaked."

You quiet yourself, and listen instead to the sound of your quiet panting, Jack moaning in pleasure, and Robby's fingers making your pussy squelch.

You wiggle your hips. "Mm, another one, please."

With a grin, he obliges your request when he eases a third finger inside of you.

Squeezing tightly around his calloused digits, you loose a shaky breath. God, your heart is pounding so hard that you're sure they can both hear it.

Robby leans over you—sinking impossibly deeper between your fluttering walls—before pressing his lips to yours. Mewling against his lips, his beard, him, you clutch at his hoody while circling your hips, desperate to keep him close.

Toeing off your shoes with a frustrated whine, you maneuver your pants the rest of the way off before propping your socked feet up on his dash and spreading your legs so wide that one of your knees knocks against the window beside of you.

"You need it, don't you, baby?" Jack asks while tightening his grip around your airway.

You nod as Robby's ministrations grow in fervor. "Yes. Please."

With every plunge of his fingers, your slickness pools on the seat beneath your bottom, and his thumb swipes against your swollen bundle of nerves. "Ah," you pant. "S-So close."

Releasing your neck, you gasp when Jack instead grips each of your breasts in his hands and rolls his fingers along their fleshy surface. He tugs against your nipples, fondles them by massaging their peaks, then sinks his dominant hand lower to tend to your clit while Robby grunts as he works feverishly at your needy cunt.

Seeing the way his Carhart pants have tented, you slide a shaky hand across his thigh before finally gripping him tightly in your hand.

He sucks in a sharp breath, then shifts in his seat. Grabbing your left thigh, he jerks it back to give himself a full view of your weeping, swollen cunt.

With blown pupils, he gazes into your eyes. "Finish for me, sweetheart. Come on my hand. Let me see it."

"But take your time," Jack soothes while continuing to circle your clit with lubricated fingers. "Enjoy this."

You nod repeatedly before biting down on your lip and watching Robby's face. The way his lips twitch, or how his wrinkles are accentuated in the lack of light, or how his thick cock throbs to be buried inside of you where it's wet and warm and pleasant—you're unable to concentrate on any one facet of him you're that excited.

You claw at the seat beneath you, completely at their mercy as they race you toward your finish.

"Oh G—"you gasp as a familiar feeling begins to grow between your legs.

"That's it," Robby growls. "Come for me, baby."

You gently rock your hips against his hand, causing the truck to squeak in response.

"I'm..." you swallow, despite your mouth having gone dry. "I'm gonna—"

Using all fingers but his thumb, Jack rapidly swipes them back and forth over your sensitive clit.

"Oh, fuck—" you start before shoving yourself back in your seat—preparing yourself for what's about to happen. But it feels different this time; unlike anything you've ever felt before.

Robby's fingers have seemingly found a part of you that you didn't even know was there. A place full of pleasing pressure.

It feels like you're about to wet yourself.

Throwing your leg over the middle console, and keeping your other spread wide as you possibly can, you scream as you fall over the edge.

The sound of squirting liquid fills the cabin, and when you open your eyes, you realize it's coming from you. Rather, between your legs where Robby is still continuing to finger you with no sign of stopping.

"Goood girl," Jack drawls with affectionate praise.

"Oh, sweetheart," Robby mumbles as his hand slows.

Your right leg slides from the window and back toward the floorboard while your pounding heart slowly returns to a steady rhythm.

"'M sorry," you mumble. "I made a mess. That's never...happened before."

Robby pulls you toward him, and wraps strong, comforting arms around your naked form while showering you in kisses from the top of your head to your chin. "I'll clean it up later. Don't worry about it."

You jolt when you hear Jack open the door behind you, followed by him popping open your own.

"What're you doing?" you question while making to reach for your pants. Just because you can't see anyone around, doesn't mean no one can see the three of you.

You watch as he unbuckles his belt before unzipping his pants and removing his long, weeping cock. Gripping either of your hips, he turns you around before pulling you toward him. "Taking my turn," he replies with a wink.

the er buzzes with its usual chaos—monitors beeping steadily, staff hurrying down the halls, the sharp tang of disinfectant hanging in the air like a constant reminder of the urgency here. you cradle your scraped knee carefully, the minor graze from tripping on the uneven pavement outside sending a soft sting through your leg with every step. a quiet wince slips from your lips as you make your way to the triage desk, your cute little vest hugging your curves just right, the pink skirt swaying gently above your legs sheathed in sheer tights, and your shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor. at twenty-five, you look every bit the picture of soft, innocent beauty—those wide eyes full of vulnerability, plump lips parted in a small pout, but the ache pulls another tiny whimper from you, drawing a few glances from the waiting patients.

michael spots you immediately from his position at the nurses' station, his broad, imposing frame taking up space like he owns the room. your man was all solid muscle and quiet authority, his scrubs stretched tight over his chest and thick arms, a few strands of salt-and-pepper hair falling messily over his forehead from the long shift. his eyes light up with that familiar protective warmth the moment he sees you, but there's an undercurrent of eager hunger too—the pervy thrill that always stirs in him when his young girlfriend shows up looking so sweetly in need of him. he straightens up, waving you through the door with a gentle but firm gesture, completely bypassing the line of waiting folks who mutter a few complaints.

'hey, my love,' he murmurs, his voice deep and soothing as he pulls you to the side, his hand already settling warmly on your arm. 'what happened to my beautiful girl? don't worry, i'll take care of everything personally.'

langdon and abbot, stationed nearby, exchange knowing glances, their eyes tracing over you with open appreciation. langdon arches a brow, taking in your fresh-faced charm and the way your skirt flutters against your thighs, highlighting every soft curve. he leans toward jack, keeping his voice low but not low enough that you can't catch the edge of it.

'robbie's got himself a real gem there—half his age and dressed like a dream. lucky bastard,' langdon says, a smirk tugging at his lips as jack nods, his grin widening.

michael shoots them a look that's equal parts warning and pride, his arm sliding possessively around your waist as he guides you away from the desk and toward a private exam room. the door closes behind you with a soft, definitive click, the lock turning under his fingers to seal out the world. the room is dimly lit, just the overhead exam light casting a warm glow over the padded table, a half-drawn curtain offering a illusion of privacy. he turns to you then, his expression a blend of tender concern and that simmering desire, his big hands already reaching for a pair of blue surgical gloves from the dispenser.

'hop up here, darling,' he says, his tone gentle but laced with that authoritative edge, treating you like his most precious, fragile possession. 'let me see that knee of yours.'

you climb onto the table, your legs dangling lightly as you settle, the paper crinkling under you. he snaps the gloves on, the sound sharp in the quiet space, and steps between your thighs, his presence making the room feel smaller, more intimate. carefully, he lifts the hem of your pink skirt, bunching it up to expose the tights and the faint red scrape on your knee. but his touch doesn't stay focused there—his gloved fingers trail upward instead, gliding along the smooth inner curve of your thigh, kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric with a firmness that sends a shiver racing up your spine.

'm-michael, it stings a little,' you whisper, your cheeks flushing hot as his thumb brushes higher, teasing the sensitive skin near your hip bone, so close to where heat is already pooling.

'i know, my sweet girl,' he replies, his voice a low rumble of reassurance, eyes darkening with adoration at how easily you respond to him. 'you're so brave for coming in like this, even for something so small. my perfect little darling, always knowing just when to come to me so i can make it all better.'

his words wrap around you like a warm embrace, full of praise that makes you feel cherished, but there's that subtle condescending lilt too, reminding you of how young you are, how much you need his steady guidance. his free hand cups your face then, tilting it up so his thumb can trace the swell of your lower lip before he presses two gloved fingers past it, the latex cool and slightly sterile against your tongue.

'suck gently now, love,' he instructs softly, watching with rapt attention as you obey, your lips closing around the digits, tongue swirling obediently. 'that's it, relax for me while i take care of you. such a good girl, so eager to please.'

you hum around his fingers, the faint chemical taste mixing with your saliva as you lap at them, your body warming under his gaze. outside the door, muffled voices filter through—frank and jack lingering nearby, their curiosity evident in the low murmur of conversation, perhaps wondering what exactly is going on in here. the subtle thrill of being so close to discovery makes your pulse quicken, a soft tingle spreading through your core.

michael's caresses grow more insistent; he carefully snips a small tear in your tights with a pair of scissors from the tray, exposing the bare skin of your thigh, and his gloved palm strokes over it, warm despite the barrier. he delivers a light, playful pat there, the sound echoing softly in the room, just enough sting to make you gasp around his fingers.

'these legs of yours are so soft and pretty, especially next to a man like me,' he murmurs, his eyes tracing the length of you with hungry appreciation. 'half my age, but you occupy every corner of my mind, don't you? my lovely young treasure, all dolled up in that cute skirt just to tempt me.'

he parts your thighs wider, his gloved hand venturing higher to cup your cunt through the thin fabric of your panties, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that coax a breathy moan from deep in your throat. the pressure builds, your hips shifting instinctively toward his touch.

'ahh—m- michael, that f-feels...' you trail off, the words dissolving into a whimper as he hooks his fingers into your panties and shifts them aside, exposing your slick cunt to the cool air.

'feels good, doesn't it, pretty baby?' he says, his voice thick with affection and that pervy edge. 'you deserve to feel this amazing—my special girl, so responsive and sweet for me.'

without another word, he slides two thick, gloved fingers into your warmth, the intrusion slick and smooth as your walls clench around them. the cool latex contrasts sharply with your heat, sending sparks of pleasure radiating outward as he curls them just right, brushing that sensitive spot inside you with expert precision. wet sounds fill the room—soft squelches with each pump of his hand, your arousal coating the glove as he works you steadily.

'god, you're so tight and welcoming, like you were made just for me,' he praises, his thumb circling your clit in tandem, drawing out more of your needy sounds. 'those guys out there? they couldn't dream of how perfect you are—how you let daddy fill you up so nicely, taking everything i give.'

you arch into his touch, your body trembling as the pleasure coils tighter, soft cries muffled around the fingers still in your mouth. 'mmm—i-it's s-so full, robbie! p-please...'

he steadies your hip with his other arm, his massive frame looming over you, making you feel so small and delicate in comparison—the size difference intoxicating, his strength a constant reminder of the power he holds over you. 'shh, i've got you, my little angel. you're doing so well, letting me play with this sweet cunt of yours. half my age and already so addicted to my touch.. such a needy, perfect thing.'

the praise mixes with that teasing degradation, highlighting your youth and dependence in a way that only heightens the heat between you. he adds a third finger, stretching you further, the squelching growing louder, more obscene, as he pumps them in and out, his glove shiny with your wetness. your breaths come in pants now, body writhing on the table, vest riding up to expose more of your skin.

rising slowly, he peels off his scrub top with his free hand, revealing the broad expanse of his toned chest, dusted with hair and marked by the faint scars of a life well-lived. his muscles flex as he works, eyes never leaving yours. then, with deliberate slowness, he frees his cock from his pants—long and thick, veins prominent along the shaft, the head already glistening with pre-cum. it's imposing, far more than your small hands could wrap around fully, a testament to the age gap that pulses between you: him, experienced and commanding; you, his youthful, devoted delight.

'lie back for me, legs spread wide,' he commands softly, his voice laced with hunger. 'i'm going to fill you up so deep, show you exactly how much i adore every part of you, my sweet girl.'

you comply eagerly, reclining on the table with your vest slightly askew, skirt hiked up around your waist, tights torn just enough to allow access, shoes still perched on your feet. he gives his cock a few firm strokes with his latex-covered hand, the sight making your mouth water even as his fingers slip from your lips, trailing saliva down your chin. he positions himself at your entrance, the blunt tip nudging your folds, teasing with shallow dips before pressing in.

he enters you inch by inch, thoughtful and controlled; the stretch delicious and overwhelming, your walls fluttering around his girth as he claims you. 'o-oh, robbie—y-you're s-so big, it f-feels s-so good!' you gasp, your hands clutching at the table's edges, nails digging in as he sinks deeper.

'that's my brave girl, taking my cock so beautifully,' he groans, fully seated now, a subtle bulge forming in your lower belly from his depth. his gloved hand presses there gently, feeling himself through your skin. 'look at that, darling—your little body molding to me perfectly. you handle daddy's cock like a dream, don't you? so tight and greedy for it.'

he starts to move then, rhythmic thrusts that build a steady pace, each slide in and out accompanied by wet, slick sounds—the squelch of your arousal mixing with the faint creak of the table. his hands roam your body, massaging your breasts through the vest, thumbs rolling your nipples until they're hard peaks, eliciting soft mewls from you. then lower, caressing your thigh with another light smack, the sting blooming into warmth.

'let me hear those pretty noises, love,' he urges, his hips snapping forward a bit harder. 'show daddy how good his cock makes you feel—moan for me, my perfect little slut.'

the words blend sweet praise with that edge of degradation, making your cheeks burn even as pleasure surges. 'r-robbie—m-more, please, i n-need it!' you beg, your voice stuttering with each thrust, body bouncing lightly under him.

he chuckles, low and warm, maintaining that measured rhythm, his palm still tracing the bulge in your abdomen. 'more? my greedy little angel, always wanting daddy to stuff this cunt full. i'm going to breed you deep, make you feel so loved and claimed. bouncing on my cock like you were born for it.'

the pleasure builds languidly at first, his earlier fingering having sensitized every nerve, but now it mounts toward something intense and shattering. he leans down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue mimicking the thrusts below as his gloved hand slips back to your mouth, two fingers pressing in to muffle your growing cries. the room fills with the sounds of your joining—the wet slap of skin, your muffled whimpers, the distant hum of the er beyond the door.

another knock echoes—frank's voice filtering through. 'everything alright in there, robbie? need any help?'

jack's chuckle follows, low and teasing. 'sounds like you're handling it just fine.'

michael's eyes spark with mischief, shared with you in a heated glance, and he rolls his hips deeper, turning what would be your response into a stifled moan around his fingers. 'all good here,' he calls back, voice steady even as he drives into you with renewed fervor, the table rocking subtly. 'just giving her the best care possible.'

the risk of it all—the voices so close, the locked door the only barrier—sends a rush through you, your walls tightening around him in response. you're teetering on the edge now, every thrust pushing you closer, but he senses it and eases his pace artfully, drawing it out with long, teasing strokes that brush every sensitive spot.

'hold on just a little longer, darling,' he whispers against your ear, nipping the lobe. 'savor how perfectly my cock fits in your sweet cunt—feel it stretching you, owning you. you're such a good girl, so young and pliant for daddy.'

when your release finally crashes over you, it's explosive—waves of bliss rippling through your body, making you quake and clench around him, your cries garbled around his fingers. 'y-yes, robbie—so- so- oh my god!'

he maintains that deep, steady rhythm through your orgasm, letting you ride every pulse until you're boneless beneath him. only then does he chase his own peak, thrusts growing erratic, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks. with a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt and spills inside you, hot pulses filling your depths as he grinds against you.

'that's it, my love—take all of daddy's cum, let it breed you full,' he rasps, his body shuddering with the intensity. 'so beautiful like this, my perfect little cumslut, keeping every drop inside.'

he stays connected for long moments, his hands now stroking your sides in soothing circles as he softens, the warmth of him trickling slowly between your joined bodies. finally, he withdraws with care, grabbing a fresh cloth from the sink to clean you up—his touch turning purely tender, wiping away the evidence with gentle swipes, mindful of your sensitivity.

'feeling better now, my sweet?' he asks, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before helping you sit up, his arms strong around you.

you nod, flushed and glowing, legs still shaky as he smooths your skirt back down, adjusting your tights as best he can around the tear. 'y-yes, robbie... so much better. thank you.'

he smiles, that satisfied, possessive gleam in his eyes, and helps you down from the table. as you step out into the hallway together, your hand in his, frank and jack's gazes land on you both—curious, approving, with a hint of envy. michael's arm wraps firmly around your waist, pulling you close as he nods to them.

'see? all taken care of,' he says, his voice carrying that proud undertone, guiding you toward the exit with a loving, unyielding hold. 'my girl's good as new.'

the walk out of the er feels charged, your body still humming from his touch, the subtle ache in your knee forgotten amid the deeper, satisfied warmth he left behind. frank and jack watch you go, their murmurs fading as michael leads you into the evening air, already whispering promises of more care when you're home.

His question is less smug and more suspiciously hungry. If you weren't just mouth-fucked to heaven, you'd be well enough to know it's because he desperately needs the answer. Like something in him has suddenly gone panicked right in the minute of needing you.

You blink up at him, dazed.

“Yes---"

Jack sits down on the bed, pulling you up to rest on him. Your cunt settles on his thigh.

He shoves his fingers in between to swab the pathetic slick you've made just by having his cock in your mouth.

"Yeah?"

His mouth presses hard against yours, and as the kiss blooms into something wet and nipping, he drags his slick-laced fingers along your cheek.

He leaves a trail before gagging you with them.

“You’d love any old bastard if he fucked you like this?”

As you choke on the thick of his fingers, you begin to slide your cunt over his thigh, painting him wet as you hump a needy back and forth.

"Jack---"

You don't know if his eyes haven't left yours. You don't think they have, they just keep themselves unblinking and inches away from your face. His nose pokes where he left your slick trail.

He breathes in deep.

"No."

"No?"

Is the desire transferable? If you like this roughness, this weight of wanting, this age, then maybe the category matters more than the man. He wouldn't blame you if that's the case, Sleepy. Not at all.

But he'll have fun with his handgun and end up with a bullet in his skull if it is. He won't blame you for that either.

You hump rough, brows pulling together as a pathetic sound escapes you. The sensations of his hairy, strong limb rubbing up against you are nothing but flamed waves that have you clenching around nothing.

I need you, Jackie. I need you, Daddy.

"No. Not one bit."

Jack lets out something that's almost a laugh, swallowing as you pick up speed. You pull on his shirt as your tits smush into his chest.

You think you're settled in the filthy, thigh-to-cunt squelching rhythm when your head falls into the crook of his neck.

One hand grips your striding hip, the other smooths up to the arch of your back.

“Good, kid. Good."

The praise leaves his mouth filthily, and you're only whining when he pulls you off of him, slipping out from under you.

You're only gasping when he slams your backside into the bed.

“You do this with anyone else?”

Jack's looming over you now, and you're too far gone to even pretend you understand his question, and that's only more true as his precum-leaky cock begins to slip up and down your folds.

You leak even more with every hot nerve tingling at your skin and the walls of your cunt.

"...Huh?"

Jack lowers, his hot palm tightening around your tit and his mouth at your ear.

“All of it. All the filthy shit. You let anybody else have this?”

“No!---"

There's no possible way you could understand anything, not when there's the sudden sensation of being filled to the brim, hitting your cunt.

You whimper at the stretch of Jack jabbing his cock inside of you, but there's so much perfection in the heat. The relief. Being filled by him.

But Jack doesn't focus on where he's thrust himself inside you. Where he's already brimmed you fully. No, because Dr. Eye Contact takes to meeting your eyes instead, never even thinking to look away, you think.

"No. No, Jack."

"No?"

"Yes, no."

He begins to thrust, his hips slapping into yours with your cunt instantly tightening around him, and you think the pressure has him groaning more of his old-man grunts.

You watch his face, and even though the tough furrow of his brow with his parted mouth isn't unsual when he fucks his life force into you...you think that you can catch a thought slipping in.

A thought building the way the vague, wet sounds of his cock stretching your walls do.

Your hands find the curve of his ass. You squeeze as you roll your hips into his fucks.

"No, Daddy. Nobody else---"

Jack thrusts harder at that, and your answer breaks apart into a gasp you think Jack seems to like too much. That's apparent by the twitch of his mouth.

You go squeeze his ass harder---

“Not even with Robby?”

You stop rolling your hips. You still entirely, even as your cunt burns and squelches perfectly, and even as Jack breathes all of himself into your sticky cheek.

...What? What the fuck?

"What?"

“Robby,” Jack repeats himself, like Robby's name itself offends him. “You’d let him do this? You’d cave if he gave you those sad dog eyes?”

For a second, a second where Jack cracks his neck down to suck on your collarbone, grazing with teeth there with every forceful fuck, you almost force yourself to believe that this is some kink thing.

Something that, honestly, you'd have no problem getting behind.

"Jack..."

But the way Jack says it...it makes you think this question has been living in him longer than tonight. That it's more serious than something that only makes him more dominant.

This is something he's been nursing.

"Ah!"

Jack's thrusts turn mean, practically ragged as you continue to gush on his cock.

...Is he punishing you for hesitating?

“Answer me.”

You know you have to tell him the truth without dressing it up. You can turn it into something to laugh at. You just have to be honest.

“No!"

Jack slows in his fucking, and in the next five seconds of just nuzzling his nose into your collarbone, he stills fully.

The way his cock feels paused inside your cunt is always something of Heaven.

“You wouldn’t fall for that soft bullshit?”

His question is low. Cutting.

Needy. Would he ever be okay with you calling him that?

“You wouldn’t let him look at you all wounded and talk you into being sweet to him?”

...Where is this coming from?

You shake your head as much as the engulf of his body allows.

"No, Jack."

For the first time since he's stuffed himself inside you, you catch him blinking. He looks up from your neck.

You think he's relieved. And you think there's nothing tender about that.

"No. Right. Just making sure.”

Jack comes back from your collarbone to murmur his words against your mouth.

"Course not. He'd be too scared of you anyway."

He kisses you, his tongue forcing past your lips to lap up your tongue with his. It's only possessive.

"What...what do you mean?"

When Jack begins to thrust again, he takes no time in begin soft. He just drives you into the mattress with the force of him.

God, Jackie.

His eyes are unsually bright. Like he's the happiest man in the world.

"Robby. He'd be too careful. Too fucking scared. Probably couldn't handle half of what you ask for."

When he's finished lapping up at your tongue, his tongue travels to your cheek.

You just feel Jack lap away the drying slick he painted you with, but you feel his hot, low laugh escape too.

"Probably pass out if you asked him to fist you."

You rest practically on top of him, Jacks strong arms looped around you , letting your head tuck into the crook of his neck, keeping close. Its warm, comfortable, safe as the TV play's some show you'd lost focus on a while ago, too wrapped up in the heat of jacks body beneath yours.

One of his large hands drifts from rubbing over your back when you shift against his chest, a soft whine passing pouty lips half conscious. Mind struggling to drift off all the way despite the overtired exhaustion in your bones.

You dont notice that shift, too preoccupied in between dream and drift off. Not when the pads of his fingertips span your belly beneath your top, thumb soothing carefully, nor do you make a peep when they tuck just beneath the band of your sweats. Infact, if anything, you seem to press into the warmth of him like a kitten it's mother.

Still, he waits until you grumble again, scratchy stubble on his jaw rubbing your hair when you nuzzle in, before he lets them dip any further.

They creep down, slow and gentle, until he's cupping you over the cotton of your panties, pressure light to keep you drifting. You feel hot, even with the fabric barrier keeping your pussy from full contact.

Jacks fingers move back up the gusset, two chubby pads offering just a little more pressure, rubbing lazily. His chin dipping to plant a soft kiss to your temple.

The combination stirs you, makes your hand grip into the center of his shirt just a little tighter, sleepy eyes blinking up oh so blearily.

"Jack? What- mmph- what're you?-"You mumble, hips unconsciously tilting into the fingers that are still working your covered cunt.

Jack just smiles against you, cooing quietly, a freckled arm squeezing you a little tighter to him. "Shhh S'okay, Jus wanna feel my baby f' a bit, s'that alright? Jus' my fingers, Help you get all sleepy"

You must think about it for a single moment, a fleeting millisecond of coherence in that fuzzy little brain, before your head tucks back in and your leg drapes over his middle to allow more access.

Every whine, every whimper, you let bubble out holding a fragility that makes Jack's chest (and cock) ache.

And that, for a while, is how it goes. You, mewling into his neck, while Jack rubs your pussy over your panties. Just enough to keep you calm, to let you doze gently without drifting too far.

That is, until he finally slides the now drenched cotton to the side, his fingers making complete contact with the puffy, sticky lips of your vulva. Your head peaks out to moan, a sound that goes straight to Jack's cock.

"Ohh, s'that feel better? Hm?" he breathes, meeting your lips in a sloppy press that just about resembles a kiss.

Every brush, every lick of pressure to your clit has your hole drooling out arousal, pulsing as it tries to pull the digits that tease the outer edges in.

"Whats the matter, you need somethin inside?" your hips only tilt down, letting the tip of his middle dip just a little into where you need him. "Yeah.. Yeah you do, Alright, Nice n easy.. Big breaths, Jus feel it"

You take that breath against his mouth, shakey and tapering off into a soft cry, the thickness of his middle finger snug as it pushes inside your walls to the knuckle. He relishes in the moment, driving the single digit in and out, letting your wetness libricate the move before he begins to curl it with expert ease.

Jack can feel the heat radiating off of you, feel it pushed against his chest, every puff of your breath fanning hot. Even when you begin to squirm, rocking your hips in time as he presses against that spot that makes you keen, you remain devastatingly close- practically on top of him.

"S' Right there isn't it, thats the spot.." he murmers knowly, drawing out to circle your clit wetly. "Gonna give you another 'kay, big breaths good girl"

And If the first finger felt good, the stretch of two is like heaven, his middle and ring finger slipping in with little resistance. The rough pads curling up and pushing so perfectly against you that its obscene. Especially how, with every full plunge into your weepy cunt, you can feel the cool band of his wedding ring grow warmer- wetter.

And then, palm flush against your core once more, you hear it. The Filthy, muffled squelches that only make the lewdness of the situation worse.

Torn between nuzzling in deep to hide and the need to feel Jacks lips devour yours, You end up somewhere between the two when you mewl next, Cheek dragging open mouthed along the stubble of his jaw. Nimble fingers scrabbling to grip onto his forearm as the warmth in your belly burns hotter. "A-ah m' so- s'close Jack"

"Oh i know, i know.. S'right there isn't it" he shushes, squeezing your arm again, a faux kind of sympathy on his tongue. The heel of his palm plap, plap, plaping against your sticky, puffy clit as he curls his fingers perfectly deep. "cmon, cum it out sweetheart. Haven't gotta do nothin but let go, you can do it"

And truly, it doesn't take much more encouragement than that to make you shatter. His rough voice in your ear, fingers deep inside your rippling pussy as it squeezes him tight. The intensity has you shaking, lips dragging along his neck as you cry out. Each breath wracking your lungs as you heave it in. Heartbeat so loud in your ears you just about catch the gravelly drawl of jacks praise in your hair.

"That's my girl, yeaaahhh, there we go, makin me proud"

And jack, nothing if not totally content in your pleasure, doesn't stop, not until your squirming anyway. Struggling in his hold, hips writhing from the sensitivity, his fingers making sure to draw out the final sparks of heaven from your cunt before he snakes them free from you entirely.

Sticky, soaked and covered in the creamy mess of your release as they slide out of your panties and waistband up to his mouth.

You more so feel the guteral grumble at the taste, what with the way sleep finally seems to flood your system, fuzzy little head just about coherent enough to catch his final hum.