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“can you see?” he asks quietly, thumbing over the cute swell in your cheek." OHHHHHHMYMYMYMYY OHHHH OHM YG OD he'd be so mean about glasses i cant get over what i talked to u previously about where he'd make u go out in public without them (if ur nearsighted) so you can only see him !! hes so disgusting and possessive ,,

ben pulling your glasses right from the bridge of your nose while you suck him off. ignoring the way you whine with his tip in your mouth and simply setting them to the side with his arm strewn over the back of the couch.

“aww c’mon. you don’t want those things getting smudged, kid.” he reasons. there's a fatherly quality to his voice. something warm, and deeply deceptive that sends a chill up your spine. you want to believe that he cares, that he's looking out for you in his own way, but you know ben. you know he likes it better when the only thing in your field of vision is his dick.

“can you see?” he asks quietly, thumbing over the cute swell in your cheek. he lets you suckle his tip one last time before pushing you off with a palm smack dab to the middle of your forehead. the force stings.

you squint as your eyes adjust to the lack of correction, blinking both eyes hard to try and shake off the impending headache forming behind your temples. ben raises a brow, his patience dwindling low.

“no, not really.” you hum.

jack and robby work best when they share a common goal (you)

18+, softdoms! rabbot x fem reader, car sex, threesome, mutual pining, creampie, bjs

it starts in the ED as a feeling they can’t quite place. near-silent quips to each other in passing about what a smart girl you are. that amused look they share every time the words “yes sir” tumble out of your mouth when you’re given an order. how quick you are to flash them that pretty smile when the tell you what a great job you’ve done.

things get a bit more serious the night you're placed on the swing-shift. you spend the afternoon by robby's side, rolling with the punches while the worst of the day's rush takes a toll on the both of you. you make sure to check in with him in between patients, cracking jokes that make the wrinkles near his eyes chub up and his chest feel warm for the first time in many, many years.

when the sun finally sets, and it's time to hand off to the night shift team, robby leaves you in jack's capable hands and sends you off with a pat to the shoulder that feels far too tender to be friendly. you preen under his touch, welcoming jack in with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth and a look that has no business being in a hospital.

the two men share a glance for a brief moment. a quick lock of the eyes, subtle enough to go unnoticed by you but pointed enough that the question they're both asking themselves rings clear as day.

were you as interested in them as they are in you?

they take their time with you, really work you up to the both of them in the subtlest way. first it’s jack’s hand to the small of your back every time he squeezes by you. a soft “s’cuse me sweetheart” uttered under his breath. later, it’s the way robby treats you in the break room. casual, domineering flicks of his head towards the empty seat he saved just for you. hushed jokes how a pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to be on her feet for this long. the whole nine yards.

they’re about 90% sure you’ll say yes the night they ask you to join them for dinner, and luckily enough, you do. letting them lead you out into the parking lot and into the back of jack’s truck with a shy laugh and enough heat in your stomach to send the three of you to the burn unit. you make it into the restaurant already feeling giggly, seated between the both of them while they dote on you with their words.

“good shift back there kid, you tryna impress us?” jack laughs, the smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses.

“doesn’t even need her attendings, she’s running that place all by herself.” robby jokes, arms crossed in front of him as he sizes up the way you melt into jack's side.

the next hour are so are a blur, but what you do know is your heart is just about ready to explode by the time robby slides into you in the back seat of the truck, red in the face with his pants bunched around his ankles.

you're laid across both their laps like a throw blanket, head cushioned by jack's thighs with your lower half draped over robby's. he takes his time easing into you, a hand keeping both your knees together and your legs over his shoulder as he fucks you down into the leather seats.

“fuck, grab her head. there we go.” robby instructs, pumping into you with a fevour only you can bring out of him. his soft palms send heat radiating up both of your sides, fingers digging into your skin like he can't believe he's actually touching you.

jack isn't faring any better, squeezed into the seat next to you with his head ducked slightly, letting you suckle on the head of his cock like his life depends on it.

“give me some love, baby.” he instructs, brushing your hair out of your eyes with a gentle hand. jack eases as much of himself as he can into your sloppy mouth, fucking himself against the warm curve of your tongue with a hand cradling the back of your head.

you let them have their way with you, revealing in the attention they're both so willing to give. you're not sure who's where at a certain point, you feeling too many hands in too many places. fine fingers to the swell of your neck, squeezing softly. another five keeping one of your legs to the side and your pussy on full display.

the two men work in tandem to flip, pin, and hold you the way that they like, keeping both of your ends stuffed and the three of your happy. their voices keep you grounded through all of it. even as the weight of one-too-many orgasms overtakes you, and your vision starts to get fuzzy around the edges.

"yeah? gonna make us both feel nice?." jack whispers, like the title is a secret only the two of you are in on.

robby makes a sound deep in his chest, leaning forward until your glassy eyes meet his. you're so wet that you can't even tell how far inside of you he is until his sac kisses your sticky folds. the incessant pap-pap-pap drowning out whatever sweet-nothings jack is currently whispering in your ear.

"real pretty girl, isn't she?" robby mutters, taking in every centimeter of your fucked out expression. jack hums along, stroking a thumb over the spot where his cock juts out against the inside of your cheek.

you love this far too much to feel normal about it. the way they talk about you like you aren't there, how casually they're able to pull orgasms out of you in the back seat like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"fuck, look at her' face mike." jack breathes, withdrawing from your spit-slick lips with a laugh.

you're not sure what you look like right now. ruined, undoubtedly, but whatever else you're doing must drive them both crazy because soon enough, robby's letting his head hang with a devastated groan.

"keep looking at me like that and I'm cumming inside" he warns. jack takes the time to stick his thumb between your parted lips, instructing you to 'get it real wet' while he strokes himself with his free hand.

"would you like that, honey?" he whispers, nodding in robby's direction with a knowing smile.

you mumble the best "yes" you can give them around the digit in your mouth, peering up at jack with the sweetest look you can manage.

"yeah? you heard her, c'mon brother." jack says, withdrawing his hand from your mouth to rub his glossy thumb against your clit. if you weren't close before, you definitely are now.

robby kisses his way up your stomach, giving you a handful of deep strokes before filling you up with a string of expletives. jack follows suit, coating his own knuckles with a thumb to your clit and his bottom lip pinned by his own teeth.

"there we go." robby coos. "yeah? how's his load taste honey?"

you preen at the nickname, basking in the haze of your own high. you don't even realize the've redressed you until jack slides out from under you and into the drivers seat, softening cock pressing an obvious tent against the thin fabric of his bottoms. robby stays behind and lets you lay your head on his thighs, mumbling something sweet only you can hear.

"let's get you home. alright?" jack reassures you from the front of the truck, reaching back to pat you gently.