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(jesus christ man am i bad at anons i hope i made myself clear)

Hi anon <3 thank you for being patient

I’m gonna make this Hucklerobby bc I want to, I hope you like it (:

CW:alcohol use, idk I think that’s it? They’re at a bar

“Come onnnnn, Dennis. When’s the next time we’ll all be off together like this? Let loose a little!” Trinity had taken to almost begging Dennis to join her along with the rest of the group heading to the bar. Dennis had never really been much of a drinker. He wouldn’t consider himself a ‘lightweight’, but it only took a couple beers for him to start getting buzzy enough to let trinity convince him to do things that he normally wouldn’t. That, coupled with the anxiety he experienced earlier when he heard Dr. Robby verbally confirm that he’d be in attendance has him considering staying home and catching up on some laundry. He wouldn’t want Dr. Robby to see him as anything less than the capable Doctor that he’s been working so hard to become. And the truth is, Dennis holds a bit of a candle for Dr. Robby. It was impossible not to, really. The touching combined with just how fucking competent Robby is. And it’s been going on for months now. What started out as a small spark that he felt in the pit of his stomach on his first day, has grown into embers that burn hotter every time Robby puts his hand on Dennis’ shoulder, pinky barely touching the skin of his neck that the scrub top wont cover. Every time Robby gives that sideways smile of approval accompanied by a fist bump, or when he takes Dennis by the back of his neck to guide him around the ED. Dennis is burning for Robby. Trinity is getting ready for the evening when she pops into Dennis’ room.

“Don’t you wanna come with me? Dr. Robby will be there…” she puts inflection on the latter part of her sentence while waggling her eyebrows. Dennis and Trinity have few secrets. Hard to keep them when you’re living in a shoebox with paper thin walls. She knows alllll about Dennis and his crush. Though, could you call it a crush if it consumed you? If it was all you could think about?

“That would be a reason to keep me from going with you, trin. You think I want Dr. Robby to see me wet and wild?”

With a smirk, “yes.”

“That is beside the point, Trin.”

She returns to her room to finish getting ready while Dennis wrestles with whether or not he wants to go. It takes all of five minutes before he’s stepping into Trinity’s room with two different long sleeves, asking her which one goes better with his jeans.

Dennis and Trinity arrive at the bar to find Victoria, Samira, Mel, Frank, Dana, Jack and Robby all gathered in one of those big round booths near the back of the bar. Everyone is smiling and sipping beers, conversation is flowing as they approach and the group quickly makes room for them. Trinity sits on one side in between Victoria and Samira while Dennis sits on the end right next to (of course) Robby, who scoots over and pats the spot next to him, with Jack and Dana on his opposite. Dennis orders a beer when the server comes over and silently tells himself ‘you will not embarrass yourself tonight’.

Dennis falls into the rhythm of the table. Engaging in conversation with those who engage him, sipping his beer slowly. But his eyes always trail back to man beside him. Robby brings the beer bottle up to his lips and Dennis follows the motion with bated breath. When the server comes back around Dennis orders himself another beer and Trinity orders a round of shots for the table. They all groan but begrudgingly accept them, and Robby is nudging Dennis in the ribs when he sees Dennis’ reluctance.

“Oh come on, Whitaker. We’ll do it together. Ready? 1…2…3!”

Dennis is blushing when he shoots the shot. Grimacing slightly as they both bring their glasses down to the table. Dennis reaches for his beer to get some of the burn out of his throat. His chest is hot, he can feel the prickle of sweat begin to form on his skin and suddenly he is very very aware of how close he is to Robby. The outsides of their thighs are touching, they brush elbows when one of them shifts, and Robby’s hand is constantly on what seems to be its permanent resting place, right in between Dennis’ shoulder and neck. Trinity eyes them from across the table and kicks Dennis in his leg, startling him and making him curse. He eyes her from across the table and she nods towards Robby. Dennis rolls his eyes and goes back to his beer, nearly finished with his second. Robby’s is empty now too and he takes notice of Dennis’ near empty bottle. “Wanna run to the bar with me? Get a refill and an another round for our friends here.” He’s leaning down closer to Dennis’ ear so he can hear him. Dennis just nods and swallows hard before sliding out of the booth.

They walk up and Robby signals for the bartender. They acknowledge him and he turns to face Dennis, who is looking anywhere but at Robby. The bartender comes over and Robby orders a beer for him and Dennis while they wait for the tables drinks to be ready. Dennis startles when he hears Robby clear his throat “I’m really glad you could come out tonight, Whitaker. It’s nice to see you relax a little bit.” He reaches an arm out to squeeze Dennis’ shoulder.

“Yeah, m-me too, Dr. Robby. It’s nice to see you-I mean, everyone! It’s nice to see everyone outside of the hospital. Not just you, sir. Everyone.” Dennis is burning up. Cheeks flushed and stammering while Robby just looks down at him fondly. He squeezes his shoulder again before reaching one finger up to toy into one of Dennis’ curls at his nape, then slowly lowering his hand. Dennis watches it as it goes down. Robby smiles at his nervousness “You okay, Whitaker? We’re not at work, you know? You can ease your mind, I’m not gonna throw you into a trauma room.” Dennis laughs at Robby’s teasing, taking swigs of his beer and trying to draw attention away from the fact that he's now on his third beer and he's had a shot and he's warming up. Robby sees the flush on his face, glances over to the rest of the group and then back to Dennis. Then, the nail in Dennis's coffin. Robby grabs Dennis by the chin, turns his face towards his own and those big brown eyes burn holes into Dennis'. "I'm taking you to get some fresh air, Den. Wait here for one second."

Dennis blanches at the nickname on his bosses lips and watches Robby walk the 20 feet to the table where the rest of the group is sat. As Robby approaches, Trinity eyes her best friend across the bar, face flushed and staring straight at Robby. He lets everyone at the table know that he's taking Whitaker outside to get some air, and that another round will be here for them soon. As he goes to turn around, Trinity calls for him. "Go easy on him, doc. He's got it baaaaaad for you." She winks at Robby before glancing over to Dennis and blowing him a kiss. Robby looks shocked, bewildered. But there's something else in his gaze.

When Robby returns to the bar, Whitaker is glaring at his friend before he lifts his eyes to his face. Robby’s eyes are wide, his face is red, he’s breathing heavier and he can’t seem to look Dennis in the eye. Whatever Trinity had said to Dr. Robby caused this, Dennis knew it. He could only pray it wasn’t what he thinks it is. But with how Robby’s behavior had changed, he knew it had to be something terrible. Dennis swallows down the lump in his throat while he watches Robby put on his coat. Robby clears his throat before stammering, “Um-Uh, lets g- you ready to uh- step out?” Dennis nods, the motion reminding him just how inebriated he was. They head to the door and Robby places his hand on the small of Dennis’ back. Dennis feels his body warm under Robby’s touch and it makes his eyes flutter. As they step outside, the cold air hits Dennis and it feels amazing on his heated skin. He shudders and lets his head fall back, so he doesn’t see Robby’s eyes on him. He doesn’t see Robby clenching his fists so hard his knuckles are white. He doesn’t see Robby lick his lips, and he definitely doesn’t see it coming when he brings his head back up and Robby’s lips connect with his. It takes him one second. One. To come to terms with the circumstances right now. Robby’s lips are on his, he’s drunk so it feels even heavenlier than he knows it would anyway. Dennis reaches his hands to cup Robby’s face and with that motion, that permission, every thread holding Robby’s composure together snapped. He doubled down. Lips working against Dennis’ mouth faster than he can keep up with. Dennis’ little moans underneath him. Robby’s arms wrapped around his slender, but surprisingly toned frame. They pull back only to breathe, and find mirroring expressions. Kiss-swollen lips, eyes wild and darting to each other’s lips. “Dr. Robby…” dennis exhales.

They’re still holding onto each other out on the sidewalk. Dr. Robby is the first to break their silence. “Dennis, I am very sorry. I shouldn’t have gone about that like this. I’m your superior and this was very wrong of me to initiate. Santo’s got me riled up and then I couldn’t control myself. You do something to me, and now, seeing you here, like this, outside of the hospital. It’s like… you’re real. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you, Dennis. I’ve been struggling to for a while. Then Santos said what she said and I just… I don’t know. I understand if you want to report me or see about switching shifts.” Robby begins to pull himself away but Dennis holds on.

“What did Trinity say?” Dennis swears to god if Trinity just ruined the thing he wanted most in this world…

Dr. Robby licks his lips and Dennis tracks the motion. Robby sighs before responding. “I told them I was taking you out for some air and she told me that you-um. Well she said that you… had a crush? On me. She said uh- that you ‘had it bad for me’.”

“And that made you want to kiss me?” Dennis asks, smirking slightly at Robby’s confession. He feels something in his chest at the knowledge that his affections haven’t been unrequited.

“Yes. Well, no, actually. I wanted to kiss you from the day I first saw you. When you reached your hand out to me to save me from myself that day all those months ago. You made me want to kiss you. Santos just, gave me permission?” Robby says with a chuckle. “But you’re not pulling away, or stopping me. Does that mean…” Robby raises his eyebrows inquisitively at Dennis with a smile.

“That I have it bad for you? Yes, I do.” Dennis says with a small laugh. He would have to remember to thank Trinity later from being the world’s best wingman.

“Well, I kinda have it bad for you too. So, what should we do about that?” Robby says smiling, hands coming up to brush one of Dennis’ curls behind his ear.

Feel free to send me more, I am enjoying them.

Hiiiiiiiii <3 It is also summer vacation in my part of the world and I live near the ocean, so I give you Hucklerobby on Dr. Robby’s ‘sabbatical,’ but really it’s just them in a beach town spending time together.

Some of these are pg13 at least, but mostly SFW.

Hucklerobby on vacation and Robby asks Dennis to come with him instead of housesit. Dennis very hastily agrees before running home to pack.

Hucklerobby on vacation where they get to their Airbnb and Dennis goes to grab one of the rooms downstairs, before Robby comes in and grabs his things to bring to the main suite upstairs with his. Dennis just flushes a pretty shade of pink and follows behind.

Hucklerobby on vacation and on their first full day there, they go to the beach. Robby sets up their chairs under an umbrella, brought a cooler with plenty of water and snacks. He gets comfortable with a book before he glances up and sees Dennis, sunbathing on a towel in the sand. Tan, muscular arms and legs. Lightly muscled back and shoulders. He’s on his front with his arms crossed under his head, sunglasses on. Robby has to adjust himself to avoid being caught chubbing up at the handsome younger man.

Hucklerobby on vacation but its Robby and Dennis on the Boardwalk, walking side by side when their hands brush. Dennis’ breath hitches but Robby just intertwines their fingers, thumb stroking Dennis’s.

Hucklerobby on vacation and they’re having drinks in a beach bar, Dennis lightly swaying to the music off to the side, shirt unbuttoned and open. Robby perched on his barstool gazing longingly at his boyfriend, The Pitt and Pittsburgh and dread and panic far far away. He comes up behind Dennis and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer before crashing his lips down onto his, sighing into his mouth.

Hucklerobby on vacation and when they go to breakfast at a diner one morning, the server makes a comment about “so nice that older kids still spend time with their fathers” Robby’s face flushes, and he almost chokes on his coffee when Dennis responds “I always make sure my daddy’s taken care of” while sliding a glance to Robby, who’s eyes have gone wide.

Hucklerobby on vacation and there’s a hot tub at their Airbnb. Dennis comes out to the patio, sees the dark hair on Robby’s chest in the choppy water in the tub and nearly salivates. A second passes before he’s stripping down and straddling his boyfriend, warm water bubbling around them.

Hucklerobby on vacation and they’re having dinner in a fancy ass restaurant, Robby orders for Dennis and when the waiter walks away he grabs Dennis’ hand and rests them together on the table. Just resting, a show of possession, just holding hands while they wait for their wine.

Hiiiiiii anon ;))))) thank you for the love <3

Not sure if you want this mdni or nsfw, but that is typically the only way I do it, hope that’s okay. As a plus size person myself, I am an eager beaver to give this to you.

Also, this is my first request! Feedback is appreciated, but be gentle to me pls

hehehe beta read by my husband

*MDNI* 18+

CW: reader is self conscious, dom!jack kinda, idk what else its just smut guys pure smut

Jack was the kind of man who didn’t bullshit. Sure, he’s silly. He likes to make you laugh and roll your eyes at his dumb jokes, but when he’s serious, he’s serious. The man says what he means and means what he says. He’s clear and concise and that’s what gives him the ability to run trauma rooms like he does. His presence is commanding and people find themselves obeying his authority without even questioning it. That’s what drew you to him the first time you saw him. The very visible grasp he had on all things at all times. Like there was nothing occurring that he wasn’t acutely aware, or in charge of.

You saw him enter the room, take it in, process the information and keep moving. Like it was just how he operated. You didn’t expect his gaze to linger on you, to catch you staring back at him from across the room. Self consciously, you adjusted your shirt, feeling his eyes on you. His eyes drifted to your hands as you tugged on your top, then back up to your face. The blush that spreads across your cheeks and onto your ears has him smirking and heading your way. That was 4 months ago.

As the two of you grew closer, the layers started to peel back. You learned how goofy he was, cracking jokes and trying (and sometimes failing) to make you laugh. You learned about his wife, his time in the military. You learned Jack. And in turn, Jack was learning you. The more time you spent together, the easier it was to see that Jack had taken the reigns in your relationship. If you could call the hot, searing, burn of need and want you had for him and the authoritative way he has brought the two of you closer over the past few months a relationship. You didn’t think all this time he was spending with you was anything more than him being friendly. Surely all of this isn’t because he wants you in the same way you want him. Why would he want that? He’s never made you feel self conscious, he’s a perfect gentleman. But there’s no way in hell that the Greek God with the broad shoulders, and huge arms, and perfectly muscled back is spending more and more time with you because you’re anything more than good company, right? That’s why you let him take the lead. He tells you what the plans are, he picks you up, he orders for you because he somehow knows exactly what you want, he takes you home, he walks you to your apartment. Might as well ride this out, you can think about him in that way *after* he drops you off, laying in bed replaying the part of the night when he let you pass by and his hand lingered on your lower back, dangerously close to the soft, plushy, junction between your hip and ass.

The two of you are at a little bar in the city. Jack is in a dark colored Henley with jeans and you have on black sweater, sleeves a little too long with some leggings. The music isn't too loud but there's quite a few people. After your second drink you move to squeeze past him in the crowded bar to head to the bathroom when it happens. His hand moves to the small of your back, like most men do to let a woman pass. But what most men don’t do is accompany it with a warm whisper in your ear as his hand moves lower, down to the curve of your hip, your love handle, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Don’t be long.” He whispers.

A shiver goes through you as you make your way to the bathroom. Once behind the door, you run your hand along your side where Jack touched, skin buzzing with need. You glance at yourself in the mirror. You've never been particularly confident when it came to your body. Your mind, your personality, sure. But where most girls were lean, you were soft. And where most girls were smooth, you were lumpy. Your tummy was soft, your thighs were big, your breasts gave you back pain, there were stretch marks on your hips from your growing body expanding faster than your skin could keep up. You never saw yourself as a prize. And maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the way Jack squeezed you. Maybe it was the way he brought his face close to your ear with his whisper. Maybe it was a combination of all of those things, but a flame lit under you as your hand traced the soft expanse of your hip.

You return to Jack at the bar to find that he's ordered you another drink and already paid for the tab. Your eyes glance at the shot glass on the bar, then to his face. He's eyeing you up and down and you swallow hard as you feel his gaze on you. Before you could convince yourself not to, you down the shot and lock your eyes on Jacks. He's giving you a satisfied smirk for not wincing at the shot, and then his hand is on the small of your back, face leaning close to your ear once more.

"You ready to get outta here?"

You lean back and give him a smile, looking up at him through your lashes and nod. His hand slides from the small of your back down to just barely above your ass. Your breath hitches and you're starting to think maybe the flame he lit under you was on purpose.

He guides you out of the bar and to the parking lot where he parked. You separate from the warmth of his hand on you to open the passenger door before he stops you, startling you.

"Ah-Ah."

Your hand flies back from the handle and goes back to your side. He closes in on your space and crowds you against the truck, backing you into the door.

"Pretty girls don't open their doors themselves. You leave that to me, sweetheart."

His words have you blushing, if he told you he could feel the heat coming off your skin you'd believe him. He reaches his arm out next to you and opens the door, pulling it open and thus moving your body towards him. You jump at the closeness and he chuckles.

“You like that one, sweetheart? Or was it pretty girl that got your attention?” You bring your hand up to his chest, not to push away, just to ground yourself. He grabs your hand and brings it to his face, head turning to kiss the inside of your wrist. Your hand rests against his cheek and you can feel your fingers brush against the stubble on his jaw. His lips move further up your arm until he’s kissing the inside of your elbow with your hand in his hair, fingering the short grey curls.

“Is this okay, Sweetheart? He says darkly, the two of you pressed together his lips dangerously close to yours. Your eyes flit from his lips to his gaze before you nod your head, giving him permission to kiss you.

“Ah-Ah-“ your hands go still in his hair at his correction.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, pretty girl. Can you do that for me?”

You flush at his words, swallowing and licking your lips. His eyes dart to your tongue and throat as they work.

“Y-yes, sir.”

He presses one kiss to your jaw, and you can feel his stubble against your skin. It sends a shiver through along with his hands settling on your hips. He walks you backwards to the passenger side of the truck and you climb in for him to shut the door behind you. Your eyes don’t leave him as he rounds the truck to hop in the drivers seat and start the engine. He glances over at you and you can feel his eyes rake over your body. He leans over closer to you, faces inches apart. He looks down at your lips and reaches his hand up. You’re bracing already, anticipating the touch. He reaches past you and pulls on your seatbelt and buckles it in before returning to his seat and putting the truck in reverse. You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and hear him chuckle. The drive home is quiet, Jack moves his hand from the steering wheel to the radio and turns it on low, but it doesn’t return to the wheel. He places his hand on your thigh and you still beneath his touch. You can feel the weight of each digit pressed into your skin through your leggings. His hand is tracing lazy circles and coming up higher and higher each time, your breath catches and you summon the courage to speak.

“W-What are you doing, Jack? What are you doing to me?” You say quietly, almost to yourself, but he catches it.

“Whatever I want to, is that alright with you, Sweetheart?” The moniker having found its mark on you. You pull into the lot at your apartment and he shuts the vehicle off, hand never leaving you. He leans over to you now, running a hand through your hair, fingers splaying across your thigh. You swallow and flush underneath his gaze, nodding slightly and let out a small whimper, too shy to verbalize what you want from him.

“What did I say about your words? I like those pretty noises you make, but I want to hear you say it. Say ‘yes Jack, you can do whatever you want to me.’” His voice is gruff with desire. You can see him tenting against his jeans and it makes your mouth go dry. The way he’s talking to you you’ve only ever heard in your head, and the real thing is enough to have you seeing stars. You swallow hard before giving him what he’s asking for, which he doesn’t even need to ask. You’re his anyway.

“Jack, y-you can do whatever you want to me.”

He hums in satisfaction.

“There’s a good girl. Now, stay.”

You obey his command, like you had any other choice, and watch as he makes his way to the other side of the truck to let you out. You slide off the bench seat as he closes the door behind you and places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the door of your building. Once inside the elevator, you press your floor and the doors close. In a second jack has his hand at the back of your neck, snaking its way into your hair. He gathers it and wraps it around his fist once, tugging very lightly, and pulls back to make you look up at him.

“This wont happen if you don’t want it to. If you say stop, we stop. You understand?”

Your lips have parted and your eyes are glossed over, you look up at him and nod. He yanks harder on your hair, almost enough to hurt, a reminder to use your words.

“Y-yes, I understand. I-I don’t want you to stop.” You blush hard at the admittance and he smirks at you in your flustered state. The doors open and he releases your hair, grabbing onto your nape and gently guiding you to your door. You fumble with your keys as he presses up against you from behind. You can feel the hardness in his pants pressing into you. Almost as a reflex, you arch up, pushing your ass into him as he presses you harder, your face against your door. You finally get the damn key in the door and push it open, turning around to face Jack. He grips your hips and walks you backwards into your apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. He walks you back until your legs hit the couch, making the both of you stumble. He knows the inside of your apartment. He’s been here tons throughout the past few months. He’s never had to navigate it like this, though.

When the two of you right yourselves, his hands are on you. On your sides, your neck, in your hair. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck while he maps out the shape of you. Gripping and grabbing, his hands sending electricity through your skin. He brings his face close to your ear and leans down to pull the collar of your sweater to the side, so he can kiss you right on the junction between your neck and shoulder. A wet, open mouthed kiss. One that has you shivering as he pulls away. You’re holding onto him for dear life as he places little pecks along your jaw, making you moan and whimper under his touch.

“Jack, p-please” you manage to get out.

He just smirks, looking down at you. “Please what, pretty girl? You want more? Is that what you’re trying to say?” His mock sympathy sends a jolt to your core.

Breathless, you know you have to speak to get what you want. Which is more. So much more. “Yes, Jack. I-I want more. Want you to t-touch me, please.”

“I am touchin’ you, silly girl.” He teases but he obliges. Moving his hands under your sweater, running them up and down your sides. His fingers brush against the fabric of your bra once, twice, before he’s reaching to the hem of your sweater and pulling it over your head. Instinctively, your arms come up to cover yourself. Wrapping your arms around your midsection and avoiding his gaze. Jack drops to his knee and moves your arms back to your side before pressing his lips to the skin just below your belly button.

“Hey, hey. Don’t hide this from me. Been trying to get my hands on you for months.” He groans out while peppering kisses to the expanse of your tummy. He goes from kissing your tummy to just pressing his face into your soft skin. “So soft, sweetheart. You’re perfect.”

His words have you melting, your hands move to run through his hair, tugging to pull his face up and look at you. “Jack, I need- come here” you say breathlessly.

He stands and cradles your face in his hands, leans down and kisses your lips. The kiss is hungry. Demanding. The same way Jack can enter a room and effortlessly command it is the same way his mouth moves against yours. He swipes his tongue against your lips and you let him in immediately, tongues sliding together in between nips at each others lips. He kisses down your neck, licking a stripe up the side of it all the way to your ear. He leaves marks against your chest as he bites and sucks. Hands coming to cup your breasts, he kneads them in his hands and leans down to lick into your bra, tongue briefly swiping over your nipple. He reaches a hand behind you to undo your bra, and then they’re free. Jack sucks at your nipples like a man starved, switching back and forth between them while you run your hands through his hair and down his shoulders. He comes up and kisses you again, mouth wet from his assault on your tits.

“Get your ass in the bedroom, wanna taste you.” You stand to follow his instruction and lead him back to your bed and he follows behind. Once in your bedroom, he looks around the room that is very ‘you’ before his eyes land back on your face. He comes in close to you, backs you onto the bed and lays you down, hands rubbing at your sides, fingers catching on the waistband of your leggings.

“Can I take these off of you, pretty girl?” He asks with bated breath in between kisses to your exposed skin.

You squirm under his touch, hips raising at the slight touch of his fingers. You turn your face towards him and nod, “P-please take them off.”

Then he’s back down on his knee, fingers pulling down your leggings over your hips, ass, then down your legs until he tosses them away. His eyes are instantly on your core. Lilac colored panties with a wet spot pooling on the fabric from all his ministrations. One of his fingers traces a line through the wetness before he hooks it inside of your panties and pulls them to the side. “My goodness, sweetheart. You’re dripping.” He says sweetly. “Is all this for me?” He takes a finger and swipes it through your slick folds before bringing it up to his lips and sucking the taste of you off the digit, eyes locked on yours the whole time. You throw your head back at the sight of him before you. This man who you’ve wanted since the moment you laid eyes on him. He gives you a slight smack on the inside of your thigh. “Ah-ah. You’re gonna watch me while I take you apart, pretty girl. Understand?”

You swallow roughly and lick your lips before responding, “Yes, sir.” He makes a sound of approval and leans in to place one small kiss right above your clit, finger still hooked in your panties. Then his hot, wet tongue is on you, making you gasp and arch off the bed. Your hands go to his hair and tug, drawing his eyes to your low, glossed over expression, mouth in the shape of an ‘O’. He takes his free hand and latches it on to yours, on top of his head and moves it around. He wants you to fuck his face. He’s lapping hungrily at you, moving his face up and down when you tug on his hair and put him right where you want him. He stills at your instruction, and wraps one arm around your thigh, bringing you even closer to his face. You grind against his face, making him hum into you. The vibrations send a jolt to your core and you keep grinding. Rubbing him against your cunt and feeling his moans, you start to feel that familiar coil in your stomach. Only right now exists. Only this man between your legs, only his tongue, only his hands on you, only-Oh my god, right there.

He feels you quivering beneath him and he slips one finger into your wet heat. Curling it upwards to press against that spongy spot, deep inside you. He curls it once, twice, three times before you’re tumbling over the edge, breath heaving, his name on your lips.

“Jack, c-coming, oh fuck, fuck-“

He keeps pumping his finger while you ride out your high, drawing high keens from you. “That’s my good girl. Knew you’d take it like a champ.” He pulls your panties down and off before his hands leave you and you whimper at the loss of contact, only to have him come back up to you, grabbing you by the back of the neck, guiding you to your knees on the floor. Jack is still fully clothed, though you can see a dark spot from his leaking cock on his jeans. He takes his hands and gathers your hair into a ponytail, holding it for you. He nods down to his crotch and you get to work. Working his belt, zipper, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough that his thick, glistening cock springs free. Pre-cum dripping from the slit. You lick your lips as you take it in and that makes him twitch. “You want that, pretty girl? Want me in your mouth?”

His hand still holding your hair moves with you as you nod your head, mouth already open. He brings your mouth down to his cock and you wrap your lips around the crown of him, tongue swirling around the tip as you take him deeper and deeper, until your nose brushes against those trimmed grey hairs at the base. His head is thrown back in pleasure, taking what you give him. You keep taking him as deep as you can, choking and gagging, spit dribbling out the sides of your mouth. You bob your head, swirling your tongue on each upstroke before you start to feel him tighten up underneath you. He grabs you by your hair and pulls you off of him, your mouth still open and wet and lips swollen. He wraps your hair around his fist again and tugs. “Stay.”

You stay on your knees as he pulls away. Peeling off his shirt, your eyes widen at his broad, muscled chest. His hands move to his pants, tugging them the rest of the way off. He keeps his eyes on you as he pulls off his prosthesis, and your eyes never leave his. He nods for you to stand and you do. He moves back to rest his back against the headboard, lazily stroking himself, dick still wet from your throat. You crawl over to him and straddle his lap, watching as he strokes. Big, thick bicep flexing as he pumps up and down. His mouth is parted and his voice almost cracks as he talks. “Come on, sweetheart. Just like when I was licking that pretty pussy. Use me, pretty girl.”

You climb up him and raise your ass to align yourself with him, feeling the tip drag through your folds. He notches it inside, just barely the tip before you’re trembling. The want is so much. You sink down further on his thick length, the stretch immaculate. He’s about halfway inside when you feel his hands come up to your shoulders and gently push you down, sinking the rest of him inside you. Gasping, you reach for his chest, nails scratching slightly at his pecs. You’re so full, you clench around his length and moan at the feeling of him inside you. After you adjust to the stretch of him, you start moving. Up, then fully back down. The tip of him pressing into your cervix, his hands at your hips, anchoring you to him. As you move up and down on him, he thrusts up with every drop down from you. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s it. Take it, baby. It’s yours. Feel so good around me, pretty girl.”

You moan and clench at his words, and he feels it around his cock. Grabbing your hips harder he starts thrusting up, holding you still as he fucks up into you. His hands on your plush skin, fingers pressing in hard enough that you’re sure there’ll be bruises. He slams into you, relentlessly. Skin is slapping, your ass, your tummy, your sides, your hips. All of your soft parts. He’s touching you everywhere you’ve been afraid for anyone to see. He grabs your hands and leans up, holding them behind your back. Making you arch on him just right, his cock dragging against that spot that has you seeing stars. You cry out as he rams into you. “Want you to come on me, baby. Let me feel my girl come around my cock.” He’s breathless and you’re not much better. He lets go of your hands and you fall forward, hands landing on his chest. He wraps his arms around your back, trapping you in a bear hug as he fucks into you. You’re boneless. He’s building something inside of you and it’s almost at its peak. You whimper into his neck, tears gathering at your eyes, “Jack, cl-close,”

He keeps his pace, tightening his hold on you. His thrusts grow sloppy and he takes a hand to grab your hair and pull your face back to look at him. Your fucked out expression, tears in your eyes. “Look at me, baby. Gonna come in you, okay? Come for me so I can fill you up.” You keep your eyes on him as your brow scrunches, whiteness taking over your vision, you let go. Clenching around him, milking his cock. You’re barely coming down as you feel him tighten underneath you. His eyes bore into you as you feel his thick, hot ropes release inside of you, cock twitching as he rides out his release. His eyes roll back for a moment before he’s gathering you closer to him. Both of you breathless and limp. He lets out a chuckle, “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nod against his chest and he turns you both over, slipping out of you and laying you down on your side next to him. He brushes your hair out of your face and rubs up and down your side. “Been wanting to do that for a while,” he says to you. You look up at him, blushing, before you respond. “Me too, you have no idea.”

Only for Dr. Abbot, Dr. Robby, I can also do Hucklerobby, Hucklerabbot, Huckleabbot, or Rabbot.