spring

They quickly dropping off their bags in the living room and practically stalk towards the bedroom at the end of the hall.

The door is shamelessly open. The light inside the room spilling into the rest of the place in a daring fashion, calling to them like the end of a tunnel.

They stop at the threshold, utterly entranced by what they have just walked into.

You're spread on the bed, Jack's camo shirt he left a few weeks ago adorning your body as a pair of Robby's favorite boxers hang loose just midway down your thighs.

Squished between your legs, a cute little pink vibrator humming deliciously right against your clit.

Your brow is scrunched in deep concentration, sweat starting to drip down your face to meet the already free flowing tears of frustration that have streaked.

Another whine escapes your lips, broken and raw, and Robby's cock twitches instantly inside his pants.

Jack can't help taking a step forward, unceremoniously tripping on your discarded work clothes.

He curses loudly, thankfully not making a further fool of himself, but alerting you to their presence.

You gasp, fingers fumbling with the power button as you rush to cover yourself up, throwing the blanket over your legs haphazardly.

Robby steps forward then, damage control the only thing in his mind.

"It's okay, honey," he coos, soft and deep voice he knows will melt right through you. "What's wrong?"

You stare at him for a long second, tears free flowing without your consent but you simply can't help it.

"'s not working," you sob, wrecked and frustrated. "I can't—"

Robby shushes you gently, physically having to stop himself from pouncing, from rushing to your side and taking care of it for you.

No, they need to be strategic here.

"That's okay, honey," he continues, watching you become putty in real time. "Sometimes that happens," he turns to Jack. "That's why we're here, y'know?"

Jack nods fervently. "Yeah, kid," oh that definitely gets a reaction out of you. "Let us help you out, how's that sound?"

Your eyes go wide with need and apprehension, like you're afraid you're asking them for too much.

But they smile at you and it instantly disappears to the back of your mind as you bite down on your lip, nodding shyly.

Jack is the first to move, stripping out of his shirt, pants and boxers all in one go, reveling in your reaction, borderline salivating as your eyes track his every move.

He goes to sit on the edge of the bed and removes his prosthetic before twisting around towards you.

"Nice shirt," he teases and your cheeks instantly heat up. "Let's take it off, kid, get you comfortable."

You don't even get to nod as his hands slide underneath the covers and find the hem of the long sleeve, pulling it up and off your body to reveal your already perky nipples.

Jack latches his mouth on your nipple, tongue lapping greedily, teeth nibbling and tugging, forcing a choir of moans to leave your lips.

Behind him, Robby finally manages to will himself into action, discarding all his clothes as well and pulling the cover to the side.

Your thighs press together, seeking friction as Jack teases your breasts.

Robby can't help but smirk devilishly at the wet patch he finds on his boxers. You must've been at this a while. Such a shame that shitty vibrator he got you didn't work out. Who would've ever thought, right?

He tugs the fabric down your body completely, tossing it to the side for later and finally reveling at the sight of your bare skin.

His hands grab a hold of your thighs, prying them open as he settles down between them.

Ever since Jack got to eat you out, even if just for less than a second, he's been ravenous, starving.

Jack detaches himself from your nipple, saliva stringing the two of you together and the sight causes Robby to snap.

He dives in, pulling your legs further apart so that your pussy opens up for him beautifully.

His nose rubs against your clit, a surge of electricity has you to surging right into his mouth. His tongue laps up every drop that has leaked from your entrance, greedily exploring every fold, every crevice.

"He's good with his tongue, isn't he?" Jack smirks against your ear and you shiver, causing him to chuckle in response.

Your hands thread into Robby's short hair but you don't dare tug, not until Jack slides into bed behind you, pulling you up against his chest, his own legs bracketing you, holding you down for Robby.

"I got her, brother," he tells the chief as his grip falters.

You can't help but stare at Robby, magnetically locked onto the blissful expression on his face.

His teeth nip at your clit, pulling just slightly and your own grip on his hair tugs.

He groans against your folds in response and you let go instantly, afraid you hurt him.

"You're good, kid," Jack soothes, his hand coming up to entwine with yours, pulling on Robby's short locks shamelessly.

The man moans then, loudly and encouragingly, the vibrations delicious against your clit.

You whine in response, pulling yourself now to get the same reaction out of him, beaming with pride when he does it again.

"I think she likes that, Robby," Jack teases. "'s that why you were using that silly little toy?"

Your entire body shivers in shame as you clench around Robby's tongue.

He chuckles against your folds, motioning for Jack to pull your legs back open so he can settle down.

And then his fingers join the mix.

He runs his middle finger through your folds, detaching his mouth for a second as he gathers up slick before slowly thrusting it inside of you.

You moan in response, throwing your head back against Jack's shoulder.

"That's it, kid," he groans. "See why it's much better when we help you out instead?"

Your mouth hangs open, brain empty as Robby starts to pump his finger in and out of you.

"She's so tight," Robby mutters.

Another tear slips past your waterline as your eyes shut in unbelievable pleasure.

You clench around Robby and he groans again.

"Oh honey," he feigns sympathy, manipulation lacing every word. "'s too much for you? Want me to take it out?"

"No!" you shriek, causing them both to chuckle darkly. "Want...more," you shyly open your eyes to meet his. "Please."

Oh Robby could've come right then and there.

But he's not some teenager, and this is definitely not his first time with a pretty girl coming undone beneath him.

It is, however, such a sweet victory, and he revels in the monster that they've started creating.

"Of course, honey," he leans down and places a kiss to your clit, Jack matching his reassurance, their praise, by placing a kiss to your temple.

Without further warning, he inserts a second finger into you, his movements picking up.

"Oh my god, Robby," you whimper, hips slowly starting to rock against his movements.

Jack wastes no more time, his hand sliding down your abdomen to make contact with your clit. His fingers settle into a slow, torturous rhythm, matching Robby's as the two slowly start to drive you into a frenzy.

You try to move your hips faster, harder, but their hands stop you, pressing your body against the mattress.

You wail, frustrated once more as they keep you there, teetering on the edge of something, anything, and yet nothing at all.

"Robby," you cry. "Jackie, please—"

"What's that, honey?" Robby asks, condescending.

"Didn't catch that, kid."

You huff, shame mixing with the pleasure of their fingers against you.

"I want—"

Robby curls his fingers upward against that spongy spot inside of you that you've been trying to find for the past hour.

You scream, hips bucking as you try to seek out the friction again.

Jack chuckles against your ear, his other hand cupping your breast again as his fingers toy with your nipples.

"What do you want, kid?"

Try as you might to form words, you literally can't.

Another chuckle, degrading.

"Aw, poor kiddo, can't even think anymore Rob."

The other man matches his tone, slipping a third finger inside of you, making you hiss through the slippery pleasure coursing through your abdomen, building and building, slowly.

"That stupid toy can never give you what we can, honey," Robby keeps his fingers inside of you, curling them steadily, hitting that spot over and over and over again.

Tears flow freely now, blurring your vision.

"From now on, you want to cum, you come to us, you hear me?" Jack chastises. "Nod if you understand me, kid."

You do, like it's the only thing your body is capable of doing.

"Good girl," his lips land a kiss on your cheek before he trails them down your jaw and neck, sucking a purple mark onto the side. "Make her cum, brother."

Robby beams, curling his fingers with a precision bordering on clinical.

Your body reacts instantly, every nerve lighting up like fireworks. You can't think, can't move, can simply feel.

And then Robby's mouth returns to your clit, mixing with Jack's fingers and adding to the delicious pressure that the tightness in your belly finally snaps.

You still, thighs clenching around Robby's head as your entire body convulses, clenching around Robby's fingers greedily.

The two of them don't stop their movements, instead they just keep going, as if trying to prolong your orgasm as long as they can.

It's a minute later that it starts to get uncomfortable. Too much.

You push Robby's head away, whining against Jack again, but neither of them stop.

"Stop it, kid," Jack scolds. "You can give us one more."

Your eyes burst open, terrified ones meeting Robby's who only looks deeply satisfied with himself.

You shake your head, try to push them off you again.

They don't budge.

"C'mon," Jack palms over your clit, gentle slaps sharply eliciting another wave of electricity to creep up.

Robby switches his movements, now flapping his fingers inside of you, not even bothering to switch out his hands even as he knows his fingers are becoming pruny.

"Just one more."

The way he says it calms you down a little, enough for pleasure to override the uncomfortable overstimulation.

It's just one more.

You can do that for them. They're being so nice and helping you out after all. And now they want to help you cum again?

You relax your body, allowing for their hands to do what they need to do.

Robby detaches his mouth from your clit, allowing for Jack's fingers to pinch and pull, while his own teeth nibble at the skin on your inner thighs.

"'m close," you whimper.

The second the words leave your mouth, Robby curls his fingers, biting down on your thigh, while Jack lands a lewd slap over your clit.

The mixture of pain and pleasure is overwhelming.

Your brain short circuits, exploding like thunder and lightning all in one as your second orgasm rocks through your body.

They hold you down against their bodies as you ride out your high, greedy hands and mouths touching and kissing every inch of skin they can reach while you're still a little out of it.

"Guess we can throw this in the trash," Jack jokes as he picks up the shitty looking vibrator and tossing it over the side of the bed.

Robby chuckles, tongue lapping over the ridges of his teeth marks on your inner thigh.

"Would you believe me if I said it cost ten bucks?"

Jack laughs, shifting under you as his now painful erection rubs against your ass.

You hum, pressing back agains him.

"Welcome back, kid," Jack teases, pulling you up to sit on his lap now as Robby finally pulls his fingers out of you and shuffles to rest against the headboard next to Jack.

You watch through still hazy eyes as he holds out his fingers to Jack, who opens his mouth greedily, his own tongue cleaning up your juices from Robby's digits.

No messes in your apartment.

You break eye contact with the display beside you, cheeks practically aflame now.

That's when your eyes land down over Robby's crotch.

He's stiff, painfully so, his tip so purple your heart starts racing.

"What about you?" you ask, oh so softly, so concerned.

The two men glance at each other, matching grins before they return their sights to you...

a/n: genuine q for the freaks, do you prefer robby and jack pov narration or reader's more?

dividers by @/enchanthings