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summary: expecting to spend the day with your hot neighbor you get interrupted more times than one
content warnings: age gap (reader is late 20s-early 30s), sharing partners, FAST moving relationships, unprotected p in v, dubious consent, no kink discussion, double penetration with a toy, mentions of MMF double penetration, brief anal play, cum play, light dom/sub, light voyeurism, light dumbification, MMF threesome
please read the content warnings above, i am not responsible for you choosing to read smut that you don’t like even though you were warned what was going to be in it
anywayyyyyy remember when i said part 2 was going to be a bit more 18+? well. i lied. these three are fucking freaks. reader discretion is advised. also i’ve literally never written smut before so 😋😋😋 would love some feedback there 💖
You were startled awake a few hours later by the sound of Jack’s alarm. You didn’t even remember falling asleep but you were still tucked under his arm, his fingers tangled in your hair.
“Morning pretty girl,” you heard him grumble with a smile.
“Good morning to you too,” you turned your head to look up at him. “What time is it?”
You felt him move as he blindly grabbed for his phone to shut the alarm off. “It’s only 12:30 don’t worry, didn’t let too much of the day get away from you.”
“Oh please,” you scoffed, “I could’ve stayed here all day if you’d have let me. Suppose you’ve got stuff you wanted to do today though so let me know and I’ll get out of your hair.”
Jack looked down at you with one eyebrow raised, “Don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easy sweetheart, I meant to tell you before but I’m off tonight and I wanted to introduce you to Michael if you’d be up to it.”
You laughed, “Okay, okay, I surrender, I’m not going anywhere.” You moved away from him a little so you could prop yourself up and get a proper look at him. God he was handsome, looked even better after a few good hours of sleep too.
He smiled at you again, “What do I have something on my face?”
Rolling over, you pressed your face into one of his pillows to hide the flush spreading across your face. He laughed and grabbed for your waist, pulling you back against him.
“Nothin on your face I swear, just look handsome is all.”
You watched as his smile grew and he rubbed a hand across his face, “Handsome huh?”
“Yeah, handsome. Would you prefer a different adjective? I think hot, sexy, and incredible would all apply here as well.”
It was his turn to blush, “God sweetheart, you’re gonna kill me.”
You rolled your eyes at this, “Well I hope not because I quite like having you around old man.”
“The feelings mutual bug,” he said, brushing the hair out of your face. You wanted to kiss him so bad just then, you swore he felt the same but neither of you were moving, too scared to escalate things. As you were working up the nerve to do it, his phone began to ring, making both of you jump.
“It’s Michael,” Jack said, reaching over to grab his phone. You hoped he wasn’t calling to ask Jack to come in on his day off, you were feeling selfish and wanted him all to yourself. “Hey man what’s up,” Jack sounded grumpy, probably because of the ruined moment just seconds prior.
There was a pause and then Jack spoke again, “Brother I told you you could come over whenever today, I know you’re off and she wants to meet you too.” He squeezed your shoulder as he said this, you felt your face heat up at the realization that they were talking about you. “Okay….okay, well we’ll see you then. Yeah, okay, bye.”
Jack set his phone down and pressed his hands to his eyes. You looked up at him, “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, all good, he was just worried you didn’t actually want him coming over today.”
“Oh,” you squeaked out, “I mean I won’t lie I’m a little nervous but if you trust him then I do too.” You sat up a bit more, “Look about before he called,” Jack went to interrupt you but you kept talking. “I wanted to kiss you, I think you feel the same but obviously I don’t know and I still really want to kiss you and-”
Jack cut you off with his lips on yours, you sighed, putting your hands on his chest as you let yourself relax into it. It had been awhile for you, but god it was so easy with him.
You both pulled away to breathe, and he let out a little chuckle, “Yeah, I felt the same way.”
You grinned at him, “I’m literally never wrong am I?”
This got a laugh out of him, “You’ve got a pretty good track record I’ll give you that.”
Smiling you leaned in for another kiss, after a moment you pulled away. “What time will Michael be here? I would like to resemble someone who has their life together before we meet.”
“What are you talking about,” Jack replied, “You’re gorgeous just like this.” He pulled you back down and after some time you realized you needed to physically leave or you were never going to leave his bed.
Thankfully his stomach rumbled loud enough for the both of you to hear it. “Ok well, looks aside, neither of us has eaten since last night. Come over to mine and I’ll make us something, you can help me pick out an outfit.”
“Dinner and a show? Count me in.”
You rolled your eyes, moving off of the bed and sliding your slippers back on. You looked at Jack, a bit bashful now, “Would you like help putting your leg on?” It felt a little too intimate for how long the pair of you had known each other but it just felt like the right thing to say in that moment.
Jack nodded, showing you where everything was. He moved over, sitting at the edge of the bed and you moved to the floor. Tucking your legs under you, you sat on your calves as he talked you through getting everything situated.
“Does it feel okay?” You asked, genuinely wondering if his prosthetic was sitting correctly. You looked up at him from your place on the floor and he was slack-jawed.
“Yeah sweetheart, it feels perfect.”
You smiled to yourself as you went to stand up, you grabbed his hand and helped him off the bed. “I’m going to put some clothes on real quick, why don’t you go pick out some outfits to show me.” The smirk on his face almost made you pass out, you weren’t sure how a few words could feel so charged yet here you were.
“Uh, yeah,” you coughed lightly, “Yeah okay, I’ll leave my door unlocked, just come in whenever you’re ready.”
“Hey,” he said softly, grabbing your wrist to pull you back into him. He wasn’t much taller than you but his energy was so imposing that it felt like he was. Jack brought a finger up under your chin, tilting your head so he could kiss you again. “I’ll be like 10 minutes,” he whispered into your mouth, “15 tops.”
He kissed you again while you were nodding and finally let you walk away. The walk across the hall felt longer than usual, maybe it was just the implications of everything that was happening.
Walking into your room you started laying out a few outfits, some were more simple than others. You really weren’t sure what Jack had up his sleeve for your meeting with Robby later. It wasn’t long until Jack made his way into your bedroom, worn in jeans and a white t-shirt adorning his body.
Jack greeted you with a smile and a kiss to the side of your head, sitting down in the chair you had in the corner of your room. “I like to read there,” you blurted out, you were trying to make the chair that faced your bed seem less weird but unfortunately you did not. “Anyway, um, which do you think?”
You started grabbing hangers and showing the outfits you thought might be good for today. “Nuh-uh,” he said with a shake of his head, “I want to see them on.”
“Oh, yeah sure, um I’ll start with this one, be right back.” You basically ran out of the room so he couldn’t see the flush that spread across your entire body. You slid a dress on, it was black velvet with white lace trim around the neckline and a little pink rose right in the center of your chest. You’d usually pair it with a jacket but you weren’t sure if you’d be leaving the house tonight. You pulled on black tights and decided to forgo shoes for now. Your hair & makeup weren’t done but you could deal with that later.
Walking back out into your bedroom you saw that Jack had shifted lower into the chair, his legs spread wide, one hand on his thigh, the other holding his phone. “What do you think?” You were nervous and he could tell.
He whistled long and low, “You look incredible, that’s just the first one huh? I can’t wait to see what else you have to show me.”
You rotated between more casual looks, stepping out of your closet to show him each time. Sometimes he asked you to turn and always gave a compliment or four. You saved the most revealing - and arguably sexiest one - for last. It was simple sure, but it packed a punch. A white satin slip dress with a keyhole cutout underneath your breasts. Lace trim at every edge. You forwent tights this time, adding an oversized leather jacket and went a little overboard on the jewelry but you always felt like this outfit called for it.
“This is the last one,” you shouted before you walked out. The room was so quiet you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
“Come here.”
You weren’t sure if he was speaking softly or if your heartbeat was just that loud in your head. Slowly you walked over to stand in front of Jack, stepping between his spread legs. He looked up at you, hands coming to press against the backs of your thighs.
You gasped at his touch, hands calloused from years of working and yet they were so warm you could feel the heat of them crawling up your legs. Your hand lifted up to tangle itself in his hair, “So I take it you like this one?” you said with a smile.
He huffed out a laugh, “Yeah, you could say that.” He tugged you down onto the chair, your legs straddling his hips. Your eyes slid shut as you felt his hands travel up your back, pushing the jacket off of your shoulders. “Hey, eyes on me,” he snapped. It wasn’t mean but it had enough force behind it to get you to listen.
Opening your eyes, his face was closer than you realized. You wanted to kiss him but you knew he was in control now. Not wanting to step out of the proverbial line, you let your eyes travel down to his mouth, and finally, with a subtle shift of your hips, he pulled you in.
You weren’t sure how long you had been making out, the straps of your dress had fallen and Jack was methodically marking up your neck. You were pulled back to Earth when you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. You jumped and tried to move away, but Jack kept you in place. “It’s okay sweetheart, Michael knew what he was walking into. I left your door open for him and told him where to find us.”
You could hear the smirk in his voice as he continued marking up your neck and chest, whimpering as Robby’s eyes bored into you. You felt him come up behind you, his large body pressing into you as he gathered your hair to move it out of the way for Jack. “Jack knows I don’t mind watching sometimes,” he murmured. Robby’s hands found the fallen straps of your dress, “This dress looks real pretty dove, you mind standing up so I can see it?”
You started to nod before looking to Jack, you knew you didn’t need his permission, but you wanted it for some reason. “Go head sweetheart, show Michael the pretty dress you picked out for him.” You stood up, starting to apologize for not being fully ready when he got here. The words died on your tongue when Robby let out a groan, “Oh honey look at the mess you made on Jack.”
You felt your face heat up, turning around you saw the wet patch on Jack’s jeans. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just stood there. “How’d you get her this dumb just from kissing man?” Robby came up behind you, setting his hands on your waist and pressing his entire body up against yours. He was much bigger than Jack in stature alone and you felt yourself get wetter at the knowledge.
Jack kept his eyes on you as he brought his hand up to rest on his crotch, rubbing the wetness into his jeans. You moaned at the sight, it was filthy but it was so hot. “Sweetheart, why don’t you come clean these up for me,” Jack’s voice was so much deeper than it had been this morning as he spoke.
The words didn’t register right away and Robby nudged you forward. Once your brain caught up to the situation, you dropped to your knees in front of Jack. “If this is too much you can tell me,” Jack whispered to you. He placed a hand on your jaw, rubbing your cheek gently, “I know we didn’t exactly talk about this before now so it’s okay if you want to stop.”
You felt yourself pout at the thought of stopping, Jack chuckled and you felt yourself scooching closer to him, “Don’t wanna stop,” you practically whined.
“Alright then,” Jack said with a soft tap on your cheek, “Get to work.”
Jack leaned back in the chair again and you heard Robby sit down on your bed. You moved closer, licking over Jack’s pants where the wet spot was, you laid your head on his thigh, “Can I take these off Jackie?”
“Such a good girl using your manners, course you can.” Your hands flew to his belt buckle, pulling it apart and tugging his jeans down. They only got past his knees before you were pressing your face into him again.
“She’s eager,” Robby quipped from behind you.
You looked up at Jack, eyes glassy, “Wanted to do this since the day I moved in.” He groaned as you peeled down his boxers, mouthing at his stomach and thighs before he gently directed you to his cock.
“Keep your eyes on me okay honey,” he said as he ran his fingers through your hair. You felt a bit of tugging and you realized he was pulling it back with a hair-tie for you. God knows where he got that, you didn’t really care.
Jack let you take the lead here, letting you kiss along his length before taking him into your mouth. You felt him wrap your ponytail around his hand and begin to guide you along his cock, he pulled you off and laughed while you wined. “Open your mouth honey, stick your tongue out….that’s it, good girl.”
He placed the tip of his cock on your tongue, pulling you back by the hair when you tried to close your lips around him. “You gotta be patient sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want in a second.”
You whined again, and quickly shut up as Jack started moving his hips, lazily rubbing his cock against your tongue. “Look at you,” he gruffed, “Gettin so messy for us huh? Michael, come look at our girl.”
Drool dripped from your mouth down to your chest and you moaned when you saw Robby come into view. “So pretty, wonder if that pussy is just as messy as your mouth.”
You whimpered as Jack pulled his cock out of your mouth, “Oh no more pouting, you’ll get what you want eventually. Let Michael see that pretty pussy of yours.”
You nodded and looked to Robby for direction. He grabbed your hands and pulled you up so you were standing in front of him. “Put your arms up,” he whispered to you. You did as he asked and he pulled your dress over your head, “Can’t go ruining your pretty dress now can we?”
Robby smiled at you, placing a hand on your cheek as he looked into your eyes. “And look at these pretty panties, did you put them on before you saw Jack this morning? Got all dolled up for him just in case huh?”
“Yes,” you squeaked out, you didn’t know if you were blushing or if your body was just over heating at this point.
“Go lie down on the bed,” Robby said to you. You did as he asked, looking up at him for further direction. He nudged your legs apart and ran his knuckles over the growing wet spot on your underwear. “This all for us?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
You shook your head yes, not trusting yourself to get a full word out anymore. Robby smiled at you, “Gonna take em off now okay?”. You nodded again and lifted your hips to help him remove your last piece of clothing. “Look at that,” he whispered, mostly to himself. “You’re so pretty honey.”
Your chest flushed at his compliment, you barely registered the fact that you were completely undressed and both of them were still fully clothed. You watched as Robby motioned for Jack to join you both on the bed, handing over your panties which Jack promptly shoved into his back pocket.
Jack noticed you watching and pushed your hair out of your face once more, “Don’t worry honey we’ll buy you as many new pairs as you want.”
While you were distracted, Robby had gotten onto his front, snapping you back to reality with a slow lick up your center. “Oh my god,” you gasped out, one hand shooting down to grab at Robby’s head, the other blindly grabbing for Jack’s hand.
Jack continued to soothe you as Robby ate you out, squeezing your hand as you writhed on the bed. “You need more sweetheart?” Jack asked you, when he saw you nod, he directed his next command at Robby. “Brother, use a finger or two, I wanna see our girl cum.”
Our girl. You could hear that over and over and you don’t think you’d ever get sick of it.
You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts as Robby slid two of his thick fingers into you, latching his mouth back onto your clit. You felt tears sliding out of your eyes and Jack was quick to wipe them up. “You got our girl cryin Robinavitch, look how pretty she is.”
Robby pulled away and looked up at you, smirking when he saw your wet cheeks, “Aw is it too much for you pretty girl? Want me to stop?” His fingers stilled inside of you and he laughed when you shouted no, shaking your head quickly. “Don’t worry honey, I’m not gonna stop, not till you’ve made a mess on me.”
You moaned loudly and let your head fall into Jack’s lap. Grabbing for his hand you pulled it up to your neck, hoping he would understand what you wanted. He squeezed once, softly, in acknowledgment before applying a more consistent pressure.
Both of your hands found their way back to Robby’s head, tugging lightly as you begged. “Please Robby, please please please please.”
Jack laughed behind you, “Sounds like she’s close man, go on, finish her off.” Jack applied more pressure to your neck and you felt yourself get dizzy. Eyes rolling back in your head you began to shake, Robby didn’t pull away until you were practically pushing him off of you.
More tears fell from your eyes as you tried to regain control over your breathing. Robby placed one last kiss to your clit, laughing as you twitched from the over sensitivity. He made his way up your body, leaving kisses as he did so, stopping at your chest to give attention to your nipples.
“Robby please,” you whimpered, “needa kiss.” You didn’t even feel embarrassed at how pathetic you sounded.
“Oh honey, of course,” Robby’s tone was condescending but he complied to your request. His hand grabbed your jaw and gave you a long slow kiss. You could taste yourself on his mouth, you needed more of literally anything, pressing yourself up against him as you kissed.
When Robby pulled away you turned your head, looking up, “Jackie please,” you were pouting, begging, you knew it was pathetic and you just didn’t care.
Jack smiled at you, leaning down to capture your mouth in a sweet kiss. “Sweetheart,” he said softly, “do you think you could handle more? I need to get inside of you pretty.”
You nodded eagerly, “Please, wanna feel you,” your words were slurring at this point from how overwhelmed you were feeling. He and Robby switched spots, at some point Robby discarded his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. His scent was overwhelming and you wanted so badly to get your mouth on him.
You weren’t sure if you had said it out loud or if they were mind readers but Robby brushed a hand over your cheek and said “Later doll, need you to pay attention to our boy Jack now, can you do that?” You nodded, turning your head to watch Jack strip himself of his clothes.
It was like cold water was thrown on you, you sat up and grabbed for Jack’s hand. “This isn’t going to bother your leg is it? I can get on top if that’s more comfortable for you.”
Jack smiled at you fondly, “Thank you for offering sweetheart, I’ll be ok for now but I’ll let you know if I want to switch okay?”
You nodded, laying back down and letting Jack pull you towards the edge of the bed. You watched, slack-jawed, as Jack grabbed his cock, slapping it against your clit a few times. He placed himself between your lips, grinding against you as he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re being so good for us you know that? Such a good fucking girl.”
More tears slipped out and you clenched around nothing. “Jus wanna make you feel good, both of you.”
Jack smiled down at you while Robby wiped your tears away, “You’re doin such a good job honey, our perfect girl.”
At that, Jack took it upon himself to slide into you, bottoming out quickly. He stayed still for a moment, grinding his hips into yours. You watched as he dragged his hand down your body, settling his fingers on your clit, rubbing soft circles.
“Hah,” you breathed, “If you keep doing that I’ll cum without you even moving.”
Jack smiled down at you, “I’m going to save that for a different time, if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’m going to cum without even moving.”
You giggled and grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers off of your clit and putting his middle and ring into your mouth. “Filthy thing aren’t you, puttin on a show now huh?” At that Jack started moving, setting a brutal pace that nearly made you lose your breath.
It wasn’t long before you lost your grip on his hand, watching as he pulled his spit slick fingers from your mouth and dragged them back down your body. You whined when they landed back on your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasam.
Robby continued to play with your breasts, fingers toying gently with your nipples while he watched his best friend fuck you. Your head turned to the side and you were met with the sight of Robby’s hard cock. You tried mouthing at it but you couldn’t get yourself close enough.
Jack let you struggle for a second before laughing and swatting your thigh, “Turn over so you can suck Michael’s cock properly.
You whined when he pulled out, rolling over as fast as your current state would let you. Jack pulled your hips up so your knees were pressed into the bed, Robby pulled you up by your armpits so your hands rested on the bed. Robby settled in front of you, sitting back on his heels to make things a little easier for you.
Jack waited to push back inside you until you put your mouth on Robby’s cock, forcing you down faster than you were initially going. Robby laughed from above you, “Aw don’t hurt our girl, she’s so eager already,” his tone was dripping with condescension and unfortunately you did feel yourself get wetter at that.
Jack laughed as you clenched around him, “I don’t know. Something tells me she likes it when we’re a little mean.”
You whined, trying to focus on making them both feel good. You had never been with more than one partner at a time and as overwhelming as this was, the older men were making you feel so safe.
As Jack continued to fuck you, you felt him spread your ass and rub your hole with his thumb, “We’re gonna have to start training ya to take both of us at the same time. How does that sound sweetheart?”
You pulled your mouth off of Robby’s cock, moaning loudly and quickly nodding your head yes. Both men laughed and you felt Jack begin to push his thumb inside of you. “Look at that,” Robby said, “Have you played with your ass before honey?”
You felt your face heat up while you nodded, pulling away from him again to reply. “I-unghhhhh-I’ve got a-ahhh, I’ve got a plug…in my drawer.”
Jack slapped your ass, “Can’t believe you were just gonna keep that from us honey. Robby, grab it, I wanna see how well she takes it.”
You watched as Robby rummaged through your bedside drawer, grabbing the small metal plug and lube you kept in there. Jack slowed his thrusts down as he drizzled some of the lube down your ass, rubbing the plug in it to get it coated. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed it in, rubbing his thumb over the jeweled base as he continued to fuck you.
You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, pulling off of Robby again to attempt to say as much. Jack’s fingers found their way to your clit again, rubbing in quick circles. It wasn’t long until you felt your arms collapse under you as you shook with your orgasm.
Jack pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. The two men moved to either side of you, finishing themselves off, decorating your front with their cum.
You felt filthy and downright sexy at the same time. You dragged your hands up your body, mixing their cum together and rubbing it into your breasts. You brought a hand to your mouth, taking a long lick right up the center, moaning as you tasted them.
“Shit,” Robby breathed, “You’re gonna kill us if you keep that up honey.”
You smiled at him, biting your lip gently. Robby got off of the bed, “Where do you keep your towels dove?”
“There’s extras under my bathroom sink,” you replied sleepily. Jack pointed him in the right direction, and soon enough Robby was cleaning you up, damp washcloth in one hand followed quickly by a dry one.
“Ya gotta get up and pee sweetheart,” Jack said softly, “Last thing any of us need is you ending up in our ER with a UTI.”
“I know, I know,” you grumbled, “I’m just not sure if I can walk right now.”
The next thing you knew Robby was scooping you up, walking you to the bathroom himself. “You did so good for us honey,” he said, smiling at you. He set you down in front of your bathroom counter gently, “Bend over, lemme get that plug out of you before we forget.”
You pouted but complied, moving to sit down on the toilet once it was removed. You finished going to the bathroom and cleaning yourself up and as soon as you stood Robby picked you right back up and walked the two of you back to your bedroom.
Robby picked his t-shirt up off your floor, pulling it over your head before directing you back to the chair where this all started.
You watched as he and Jack stripped your bed, finding where you kept your sheets and putting a new set on. They pulled you back over to your bed, and settled you down between them, Jack on his back and Robby behind you.
The three of you sat in the silence for a bit before you found your voice again, “So….are we going to talk about what just happened or….?”
This got a laugh out of both men, “Well, assuming you liked it,” Jack started.
“I did,” you said, quickly cutting him off.
“Well alright then,” Jack laughed. “Michael and I talked yesterday, you’ve been so sweet to me and to be honest he deserves someone like you too. We thought, if you’d be up for it, we could share ya.”
“You don’t need to answer now,” Robby said “I really was just coming over to meet you today but then Jack worked up his little plan.”
You giggled between them, “I had a lot of fun, and I won’t lie, hearing you guys call me “our girl” really did something for me.” You turned onto your back so you could look at both of them, “How would this all work? I mean, obviously we’ve just fucked so I think we’re far past introductions.”
Robby hummed and pushed the hair off of your forehead. “Well, I’m sure Jack told you he works nights and I work days.” You nodded your head in confirmation. “It’s just that then, you’d spend your days with Jack and the evenings with me. I was thinking if you’re comfortable with it you could even quit your job. The two of us make plenty of money and do nothing with it; the least we can do is take care of you.”
You nodded as you mulled all this over in your head.
“We don’t need an answer right now sweetheart,” Jack whispered into your ear. “We don’t want you to feel pressured to do or say anything.”
“But what if I want to say yes?” You turned to look him in the eyes, a soft smile playing at your lips.
“Well who are we to deny you pretty girl,” Robby said, kissing your cheek.
You snuggled back down between your two boyfriends(?) letting yourself drift off. You would deal with the rest of it when you woke up.
★ summary: michael robinavitch’s willpower was a force to be reckoned with. god only knows where your former lover went beneath all that restraint and self destruction. It’s a good thing jack abbot’s willpower was never quite that strong
★ pairing: michael robinavitch x reader, & jack abbot x reader
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, cheating, p in v, face sitting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral f receiving, cream pie, public sex, dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, jack abbot talks you through it, aftercare
★ word count: 7.7k
★ notes: hello did you guys miss me 😈
Your relationship with Michael Robinavitch was the worst-kept secret in PTMC’s history, right next to Princess and her affinity for rigging the betting boards. Now it wasn’t just because Dr. Robby loved a hot, young resident; it was just how obvious he was about it, at least in the beginning.
He was clingy, always over your shoulder on cases. His gloved hand grabbing yours to instruct you through a procedure, even when it was entirely uncalled for. He doted on you, and god forbid anyone else look at you for two long. Dana compared him to a rabid dog, claiming his territory whenever a patient got handsy or an intern asked about you.
If you weren’t working together you were on the phone, at his house, on dates. He'd take you out, show you off. A hot, young thing on his arm was just what his ego needed. You were attached at the hip, for the first year anyways.
You weren’t sure when it started to go downhill, it was gradual, like an avalanche starting with the smallest snowball.
You used to start your days rolling around together in his sheets, snoozing the alarm both of you just begging for a few more minutes in his arms.
Now?
He was gone before you woke up, and wasn’t home until you had already gone to bed. You were two ships, barely passing in the night. At work, he only talked to you when it was necessary, gone were the days of teasing each other over the nurses' station or hidden kisses in the break room.
Now you were lucky that he called you anything other than Dr. Y/l/n.
The sex had started off hot and heavy. It was sex in on-call rooms and being bent over whatever surface he could find. Now, you couldn’t remember the last time you had sex, but when you did it was missionary that lasted less than 10 minutes. He’d grunt, kiss your forehead, and roll over. Long gone were the days he’d spend in between your thighs, making sure you came before he did.
Date ideas were shot down, he’d take extra shifts or have ‘meetings’ into late hours of the night. You weren’t dumb, you weren’t oblivious to the signs that were right there, but you were blindly in love. You thought he loved you, thought he still held the same admiration and respect for you as he once did.
When you’d voice your complaints he’d apologize, buy some cheap flowers, and take you out on the way over to your apartment, but lately he hasn’t even done that.
No one really knew, not really. Everyone knew something was up with Robby, but no one was able to get the truth out of him, so why bother?
It felt like you were dating a ghost of the man he used to be, so full of life and passion for his job.
You hadn’t seen him outside of this ED in almost two weeks, he was snappy and dismissive, always droning on and on about this sabbatical he was going to be taking. You couldn’t give less of a shit, it was just another excuse to run away from his problems, and more importantly you.
Which is why when McKay came over, talking about how she needed to get laid, you interrupted.
“Me too, sister.” You sighed, chewing on the straw of your slightly watered-down latte. “It’s been like…..months.”
They all looked at you like you had grown a third head, even Samira’s eyebrows were furrowed.
“Really?” McKay asked, her voice quieting in concern.
You just nodded, “Yup.”
“You and Robby are still?” She trailed off, not wanting to overstep.
“Yup.” You repeated, taking a noiseless sip of your watered-down coffee.
She made a noise, confusion still written all over your face. “I’m sorry to pry, but… why?”
“Yeah, you’re young and hot. Plus you guys used to be all over each other.” Samira joined in.
Another shrug, “Wish I fucking knew. I’ve been trying for weeks. I barely see him anymore, he says he still loves me but he won’t even look at me,” You breathe out, “And he doesn’t touch me. I mean I went out and bought an overpriced slutty little pajama set, practically threw myself at him and you know what he said? That I should probably start sleeping at my apartment again, because he’s gonna have Whittaker house sit for him while he’s gone.”
Charts were long neglected, Samira all but threw her pager down on the desk as they crowded closer.
“Oh, oh no honey.” McKay frowned, “That’s not good.”
“You’re telling me.” Your hands are thrown up, ignoring others' eavesdropping on the conversation. Dana had heard it all before, and you were certain Abbot was too busy trying to figure out how to handle this ED without the man you were all gossiping about.
“I mean, if he’s not getting it from you I mean he’s getting it from somewhere right?” She says, as empathetically as possible.
Samira slaps her arm gently, but she has that knowing empathetic crease in her brow.
“What she means to say,” Samira smiles, “He does seem to be going through something, but I don’t think he’d do anything like that do we?”
You met McKay’s eyes, both of you sharing a knowing look.
“No, he probably would.” You admitted, sounding more deflated than you wanted to.
It had crossed your mind, there was no way it hadn’t. He was just a man at the end of the day. The whispers of the nurse slash case manager slash pain in your ass had found herself in this ED almost every day, attached to the hip of none other than your boyfriend.
“Or, he’s just going through something and he’s too ashamed to confide in you about it? I mean he is about to leave on some spiritual journey.” She offers, with much more optimism than you’ve had in months.
“Yeah, okay,” You laughed, “He’s on his big midlife crisis journey to find a little zest of life, a new sense of purpose. Whatever bullshit he’s convinced himself of, but why?”
Your voice cracked a bit on the last syllable.
“I’m right here, but it’s like I'm invisible. Not since Noelle has been prancing around the ER like a bloodhound.”
The drink in your hand is slammed on the counter, the condensation making it slide over a little as you continue.
“Maybe bankrupting people on the worst day of their lives is a new turn on for him.” You grumbled, watching the man slip out of one of the rooms, avoiding even looking over in your direction. “I mean, he won’t even look at me. It’s like he’s a stranger.”
“I don’t like her, and I don’t like him for treating you like that. He’s a grown man, he needs to at least communicate his feelings to you.” Samira sighed, picking her tablet up again, “I have a patient in south, but call me tonight if you don’t wanna be alone!”
“Thank you.” You frowned, squeezing her arm as she ran off.
You settled back next to McKay, arms brushing.
“Do you think he’s cheating on me?” You ask as soon as Samira is out of earshot.
A noise between a scoff and a cough leaves her mouth, “Fuck, I hope not. Maybe try to just ask him before he leaves tonight. The last thing you need is to waste 3 months waiting for him to come back if he’s already halfway out the door.”
“He’s not even halfway,” You laughed, “There’s one pinkie toe left on the door frame.”
”See, you still have your humor. You’re gonna get through this, promise. Especially if you think it’s worth fighting for, but if not? Fuck him.” She smiled
Every part of you wanted to believe her, but optimism had felt embarrassing lately. Your failing relationship was put on display at work and at home. Sometimes it felt like you were the last person to know that it was over. Maybe you were clinging to the past, to the good parts that were no longer there.
There you stood in silence, trying so desperately to absorb her words. Was it worth fighting for? You couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you slowly. The last time he reached for you first. The last time he looked at you without something heavy sitting behind his eyes.
Dana was yelling about traumas incoming before the silence between you and McKay could grow any heavier.
“There goes our break.” McKay sighed, and your shoulders slumped.
You laughed quietly and tossed your cup into the trash harder than necessary before following her out.
By the time you reached the trauma bay, Robby was already there.
He stood at the foot of the bed pulling gloves onto long fingers, posture rigid with that familiar calm intensity that once made your stomach flutter whenever you watched him work. Even exhausted, even emotionally hollowed out by whatever private war he refused to talk about, the entire room still bent around him effortlessly. Residents straightened when he spoke. Nurses moved faster. Everybody trusted him instinctively. You remember when you used to trust him like that too. You remember envisioning him as a god in this ED.
“What do we got?” You asked, slipping your gloves on.
The kid could not have been older than twenty-six. Blood soaked through the front of his shirt and his skin already carried that terrible gray shade that always made your stomach tighten. What was even harder to miss was the large piece of rebar protruding from his chest.
“High speed rollover MVC into an industrial plant,” the paramedic started rapidly. “Restrained driver. Hypotensive en route. Rebar through the left shoulder and upper chest. Heart rate sustained one-forty. BP eighty over forty and dropping.”
The patient screamed the second they shifted him onto the trauma bed, blood soaking through the towels wrapped around his shoulder. A rusted length of rebar protruded grotesquely through the upper part of his chest near the clavicle, disappearing somewhere behind his shoulder blade. Every movement made fresh blood well up around the metal. The room exploded into movement around him instantly. Trauma shears cut through clothing while the nurses prepped IVs.
”Jesus Christ,” McKay muttered, doing the FAST exam while you tried to get breath sounds.
“Get vascular surgery on standby,” You shouted, pulling your stethoscope down, “Diminished breath sounds on the left, to be expected.”
The patient’s breathing was becoming shallower by the second, panic making his eyes glassy as he looked around the room.
“I can’t breathe,” he gasped.
“Stay with us,” you said quickly, pressing a hand against his good shoulder while assessing the wound. The bleeding had picked up noticeably since transfer and blood was now running steadily down the patient’s side onto the sheets below him.
“Pressure’s dropping,” Princess warned from the monitor. “Seventy-two systolic.”
Robby’s expression hardened immediately. “He’s gonna need an OR now, page surgery, again.”
Ogilvie, the new intern, who was just supposed to be calling surgery again proceeded to spin around too fast bumping the rebar just enough to make the patient scream.
Fresh blood poured out around the wound, spilling on the floor with such quickness it felt like a horror movie.
“Oh my God,” Ogilvie gasped, “Surgery is on the way, O-oh my god.”
And before anybody could stop you, your hands moved.
You grabbed the exposed section of rebar firmly with one hand and shoved your other gloved hand directly into the wound around it, bracing the metal in place while applying pressure internally where the bleeding was coming from.
The patient cried out so loudly that the entire room froze while blood immediately soaked down your wrist. You could feel it dripping onto your legs, but you couldn’t do anything about it.
“What the hell are you doing?” Robby snapped, spinning back toward you.
“He’s bleeding around the entry point,” you shot back through gritted teeth, keeping the rebar stabilized manually while your hand compressed whatever vessel had started hemorrhaging deeper inside. “If this shifts again he’s dead.”
“You do not put your hand inside a penetrating chest wound blindly-“
“He’s fucking crashing!” You nearly yelled, frustration pouring off of you in waves. “I know how to do my fucking job Dr. Robinavitch. Do you?”
As if to prove your point, the monitor alarm changed pitch while the patient’s pressure plummeted again.
“Sixty systolic,” McKay called sharply.
”Do you?” He laughed dryly, “Because he’s still bleeding out while you’re having a fit.”
You adjusted your hand deeper despite the patient’s scream and suddenly felt it, hot blood pulsing hard against your palm before slowing significantly beneath your pressure.
The room went silent around the two of you except for the screaming monitor beside the patient. For one horrible second doubt crept into your chest. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe exhaustion and resentment and weeks of emotional whiplash had clouded your judgment. But, then the bleeding lessened almost immediately.
”There,” You breathed out, finally looking up to see his hardened gaze still on you. “Fuck you.”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the floor in this patient's blood.
You ignored the gasps around the room, the heavy slam of his palm against the door after he stormed out. You were only focused on the patient, controlling the bleed while the others worked around you.
Transport unlocked the gurney while blood products were rushed in behind you. Surgery came in not long after that, letting you ride up to the OR with your hand against the artery. As soon as he was stabilized, you were dismissed. Adrenaline crashed through your system all at once afterward, your hands trembling faintly as you stripped bloody gloves from your fingers, shedding off your ruined scrubs.
You barely made it into the hallway of the ED before Robby caught your wrist hard enough to stop you. Like he had been waiting to hear you come down the stairs.
“What the hell was that?” he hissed.
You stared down at his hand around your arm before slowly looking back up at him. “Excuse me?”
“You do not disrespect me in front of residents,” He spat, “Here I am your superior, do you understand that?”
The disbelief that hit you almost outweighed the adrenaline still buzzing through your bloodstream.
“That’s what you’re upset about right now?” You could have laughed in his face.
“You could have torn the subclavian completely,” he hissed. “You could have killed that guy.”
“If I didn’t do something he was going to bleed out before surgery even got down here.” You snapped, “I’m a good fucking doctor Robby, and you know it, yet you seem insistent on making me feel like an idiot.”
His eyes finally locked onto yours then, dark and burning with something that looked dangerously close to humiliation. The station had gone completely silent around you both now. Even the residents nearby were pretending not to stare.
Robby stepped closer suddenly, crowding into your space just enough to make the air around you tense.
“Just because we’re fucking,” he said lowly, bending down toward you, “doesn’t mean you get special treatment.”
The silence afterward was catastrophic. Your face went blank for a second before an incredulous laugh escaped you.
“Oh really?” you asked loudly enough for everybody nearby to hear. “That’s interesting considering we aren’t.”
His jaw flexed hard, and you could see the anger brewing in his eyes. The same ones that used to bring you comfort were now glaring down at you.
You took another step closer anyway, eyes glassy now, and lowered your voice.
“You haven’t touched me in fucking weeks, months even.” You said, your voice steady. “So what is it? Are you fucking her?”
Robby looked genuinely caught off guard for the first time all day.
“What?” he snapped, after wiping the guilty look all over his face.
“Don’t act fucking stupid.” You spat, pointing through the doors to where Noelle was standing around the hub.
He laughed, actually laughing and shaking his head like he was dismissing something unbelievable. “That’s insane, Noelle works here.”
Your expression shifted immediately, “Yeah? So do I.” You laughed humorlessly.
“Nothing is going on.” He said quickly, grabbing your arm to pull you away from the nurses as they hovered around the hub.
“You hesitated when I asked.” You barked back.
“I did not hesitate.”
“You absolutely fucking hesitated.”
”You know,” His voice now boomed, everyone undeniably watching the interaction between you two. “Not everything is all about you. Maybe if you actually did your job instead of gossiping about things you know nothing about-“
“Brother,” Abbott’s voice suddenly cut in as he appeared beside Robby, grabbing his shoulder before the situation could combust any further. “Take a beat.”
You were both so lost in the heat of the argument that neither of you noticed him slipping into the hall.
Robby yanked his arm back immediately. “I’m fine.”
“No,” Abbott replied evenly. “You’re not.”
For a moment you thought Robby might actually explode. His whole body looked wound tight enough to split apart, anger and guilt and exhaustion all fighting for dominance across his face. But then Abbott pulled him back another step, positioning himself between the two of you.
Robby just nodded, Abbot tapped his chest once before the two attendings stepped aside. You shared a look with Abbot for just a brief moment, before they disappeared down the hall. You slumped against the wall, the adrenaline escaping you so fast you felt lightheaded.
Your chest hurt, there was this ugly aching pressure sitting right beneath your ribs, heavy and humiliating and impossible to ignore. The cruelty of his words opened your eyes.
Just because we’re fucking.
Like you were some nurse he fooled around with after conferences. Like the last year of your life together had been reduced to something cheap and transactional the second he got angry enough.
You laughed bitterly under your breath, scrubbing a hand down your face hard enough to hurt.
You pushed off the wall before you could start crying in the middle of the hallway and headed back toward the nurses' station on autopilot. Dana sat behind the desk flipping through charts, reading glasses low on her nose while complete chaos unfolded around her as usual.
She looked up immediately when you approached.
“You okay?”
“Sure,” you said, voice oddly flat even to your own ears. “What did Noelle want?”
Dana hummed distractedly. “Yeah, something about some charts. I got a question for ya.”
You swallowed once, nodding for her to continue.
“Does Robby sleep with his TV on?”
You frowned automatically, caught off guard by the question. “Yeah,” you answered slowly. “Drives me fucking insane, I’ve barely seen him lately. Been glad to sleep in the dark.”
Dana’s face fell immediately. clicking her jaw tight.
Your stomach dropped so violently that it almost hurt.
There was a horrible pause before Dana looked away from you briefly, lips pressing together like she was debating whether or not to continue.
Then quietly, carefully, she said, “Noelle said something weird about him sleeping with his TV on. Asked her how she knew that and she just shrugged, said she had some papers to file.”
Your stomach dropped so hard it felt physical. You stared at Dana blankly, your brain refusing to catch up to what your body already understood. Dana’s expression softened instantly the second she saw your face change.
“Oh honey,” she breathed.
“If he’s not getting it from you, he’s getting it from somewhere. McKay’s words came crashing back so hard that it made your chest cave inward.
Suddenly every little thing replayed itself with brutal clarity. The veil is finally being pulled from your eyes.
“How fucking stupid am I?” you laughed softly, though it came out sounding dangerously close to breaking.
Dana leaned forward immediately. “You are not stupid-‘
You cut her off with a shake of your head, humiliation already swallowing you whole.
“C-can you get someone to cover-“
“Course, course.” She rushes out, and that’s all you need before your feet are moving you to the on-call room. The door is slammed with such violence that the sound makes your ears ring.
You barely made it two steps before your knees weakened and you sank onto the edge of the narrow cot, both hands pressed hard against your mouth while you fought to steady your breathing.
The room smelled faintly like old detergent and stale coffee. Somebody had left a sweatshirt hanging over the back of a chair. The television mounted in the corner sat muted on some daytime court show.
Even now, sitting there piecing together the possibility that he had been sleeping with another woman while coming home to you every night, some horrible part of you still wanted him to walk through the door and explain it all away. You wanted there to be another answer. Another explanation. Anything besides this.
There was a soft knock on the on-call room door, making your heart race. When you took too long to respond, it cracked open just enough for you to see Abbot’s head popping in the doorframe.
You deflated, of course it wouldn’t be Robby coming to look for you. He didn’t care, and he probably hadn’t in a long time.
“You decent in here?” His timber voice asked, making you rub your eyes gently.
“As decent as I can be.” You answered, watching him take a timid step inside.
He shut the door quietly behind himself before leaning back against it with crossed arms.
“You scared the hell outta Dana,” he said gently. “She said you looked about two seconds from passing out.”
You looked down at your hands instead of answering.
Abbot sighed softly after a moment. “Listen,” he started carefully, “Robby’s… not doing well right now. I’ve seen it, I know you’ve seen it. He’s said some stuff to Dana today that’s really concerning.”
A bitter laugh escaped you instantly.
“No kidding.” You whistled, eyes focused on a crack in the tiled floor.
”I also know he’s been using you as his emotional punching bag while he falls apart, instead of getting actual help.”
“You seem to have it all figured out, huh?” You laughed bitterly, pressing your palms against your eyes so hard spots filled your vision. “Did you also know he’s been fucking the new case manager?”
You hear his posture shift as he pushes himself off the wall, “What the fuck?”
A humorless laugh broke out of you again before you could stop it, fraying at the edges as it built into something worse.
“I think I’m probably the last person to know,” You laughed, “S’been going on for months. I just didn’t wanna see it.”
“He cheated on you? Oh, sweetheart-“
You don’t give him any time to start the empathy, the anger boiling up inside of you threatening to tip over.
“Listen, I’m a feminist, but what does that bitch have that I don’t? I’m y-younger, I’m prettier, hell of a lot smarter, I don’t spend my time preying on men with girlfriends.” You cackled, “I’ve done everything for him. I’ve put up with his mood swings, I took care of his house, I attended all of his family bullshit, I put up with him putting work before me, I did everything. For what?”
Abbot was silent, his eyes darkening as he watched you lose your composure.
“I mean,” A crazed laugh sputters out of your mouth, “he never even really took care of me. So I wasted all of that time for what? It was always all about him. Him, him, him-“
“I’d take care of you.”
The words hit the room like something dropped too suddenly into still water.
Your eyes go wide, an anxious laugh escaping your lips. “Is that a joke?” You ask, but your throat is tight and suddenly your hands are damp underneath his attention.
It’s then you realize during your rambling he’s taken purchase in one of the chairs across from the cot you were sitting on. Your feet nearly touching.
“Nah,” His voice was rougher than before, and it made chills run down your spine, “I heard you earlier you know? Talking to McKay. He has a sexy young, incredibly talented doctor in his bed, practically half naked and he’s not taking care of you? That’s a fucking shame darling.”
The room went silent after that except for the distant muffled noise of the ER beyond the door and the sound of your own heartbeat pounding so hard you swore he had to hear it too. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t do anything but stare into his hardened eyes.
“So I’ll say it again, I’d take good care of you. God, if you were mine….you’d never have to worry about anything. I’d practically worship you.” He whispered, shifting his body closer to yours.
“Is this a trick?” You asked, your voice shaky. So was your breath when his face drifted closer without you even noticing him move. He was close enough now that your words brushed against his lips when you spoke. Close enough to count every faint freckle scattered across his nose, every tired line at the corners of his eyes.
“Not a trick,” He assured.
“Aren’t you two friends?”
“Best,” he whispers, and his lips just barely brush against yours.
“Then why..” Your breath trembles.
”I’ve watched him have everything I’ve ever wanted and he still treats you like you’re disposable,” he said quietly, the words tight with something like anger he’d been holding onto for too long. “And I’ve had to stand there and say nothing about it because he’s my friend. I’ve stood there and defended him, because you said you loved him.”
His gaze flicked to your mouth again, slower this time, deliberate.
When did he get so close?
“That stops being easy after a while.” He said, his eyes back on yours.
You’re practically panting into his open mouth before words manage to form, “How would you take care of me?”
His honey brown eyes glisten, “I could tell you…Or I could show you?”
You should have stood up and walked out. You should have told him this was a mistake and you were emotional and hurt and angry and that this wasn’t how you wanted this to go.
Instead, your body betrayed you completely.
Because for the first time in months, somebody was looking at you like they wanted you. Somebody who always saw you. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire. You haven’t felt this alive in a long time.
Your eyes dropped briefly to his mouth before you could stop yourself. He noticed immediately, letting his hand slowly reach up to cup your cheek. His callused hands held your face in his hands like you were porcelain.
“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly.
The words barely registered through the rush of heat and heartbreak and loneliness colliding inside your chest. Your lips parted, but no words came out. You didn’t want him to stop, the tingle in your fingertips and the heat growing in your stomach wanted the exact opposite.
Abbot exhaled shakily at that, forehead nearly brushing yours now. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered softly, eyes closing for half a second like he hated how much he wanted this too.
Then you kissed him.
It happened all at once and painfully slow somehow, your hand gripping the front of his shirt while your mouth crashed clumsily into his. Abbott made a rough sound low in his throat immediately, one hand holding your jaw while the other reached for your hips.
The cheap cot squealed loudly beneath both your weight when you tugged him down with you, the sound almost drowned out by the chaos still carrying on outside the on-call room.
Every kiss felt like you two were devouring each other. Your fingers pushed into his hair while his mouth moved hot and deep against yours, each breath stolen back only to lose it again seconds later. The tension wound through him was obvious now in the way he held himself over you, like he was trying so hard not to crush you beneath the weight of everything he’d apparently wanted for far too long.
His body was hot and heavy against yours, where you’d settled between his legs. His rough hands moving from your hips to cup your tits through your scrub top. He squeezed harshly, making a pathetic mewl escape your lips.
You pulled back just enough to breathe and that was somehow worse, because his eyes were dark and blown wide with lust his mouth swollen slightly beneath fluorescent lighting.
”Darling,” he breathed warningly, one last final chance to leave this room pretending as if nothing had happened.
All you could do was smirk up at him, “Lock the door.”
In all of his years, Abbot doesn’t think he’s ever moved as fast as he did. He was sprinting to the door, locking it, and pulling the privacy shade down. It wasn’t uncommon for it to be occupied during busy shifts. Dana was covering for you and Abbot wasn’t even supposed to be working today.
By the time he hobbled back, you had slipped your scrub pants off, throwing your shirt to the side. You weren’t wearing any fancy elaborate underwear, a simple sports bra, and cotton panty for work efficiency, but to Abbot, you would have thought you were on the cover of a magazine.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He said, holding his pointer finger up in a little spin, “Let me see you.”
You entertained him, spinning around playfully.
He let out a wolf whistle and lay himself down on the cot.
“Do you need help taking these off?” You asked, your hands reaching to tug at the strings on his pants.
He simply shook his head, patting his chest in a ‘come here’ motion. “You’re gonna pull those little panties to the side and sit on my face,” He said slowly, as if you should have known exactly what he meant when he lay down on the cot.
“W-what?” You laughed shyly, “I’m too heavy for that-“
“That's what that bastard told you?” He scoffed in disgust, “I served years in the military, I can handle it. Come here.”
A shiver ran up your spine as you got on your hands and knees, crawling over to him. His arms gripped your thighs, moving you into position as if you weighed nothing.
You hesitated for a moment, feeling his warm breath hit against the embarrassingly wet spot against your underwear.
“None of that hovering shit,” He whispered against you, “Want you to fuck yourself on my face. And I’m not stopping until you beg me. Gonna make up for every time that bastard mistreated you.”
A gasp tore out of your chest when he helped you pull your underwear aside, his mouth attaching itself to your warm cunt. With the first swipe of his tongue, he was moaning against you, his cock twitching at the taste of you.
Jack Abbot ate pussy like he was a starved man, which in a way he was.
He’d spent the last year pining over you from afar, fisting his cock in the shower after a long shift thinking of you. Now? He was cherishing this as if it was his last meal, because hell it might be.
You stayed still on top of him, too focused on the sensation crawling up your body to realize you weren’t moving.
A small smack echoed through the room, his hand tapping your ass making you cry out.
“I said, fuck my face.”
He could feel you hesitating, could feel the way our hips urged to grind against him on a particular lick.
“F-fuck,” You cried, “I can’t-“
He pulled away again, his eyes pleading with you. “Baby, I only got one good knee but I’ll get down on it and beg if I have to.”
A huff left your mouth as you pressed further into him, letting your cunt drag messily against his mouth. The sensation had you crying out his name. Between the soft stubble of his jaw, the wet heat of his tongue, and his nose nudging against your entrance with each lazy drag you were falling apart against him in no time. He talked you through it, his hands forcing you to keep grinding against him. Urging you to keep going.
“I c-can’t,” You cried out, and in response, all he did was laugh into your heat. The vibration causing your toes to curl.
“M’ you can.” He spoke in between sloppy strokes of his tongue.
It was like he knew your body like the back of his hand, already as he slid his tongue inside of you using his nose to rub against your swollen clit.
You were coming again almost instantly, your hands coming down to run through his short curls. As you came you yanked against the roots, pushing him even further into your heat. All your fears of hurting or suffocating him were out the window, and Jack? Was living his absolute dream.
“Oh, oh god.”
You tried to pull off of him, only to be stopped by his heavy arms curling around your thighs once again. He just chased you, keeping his mouth attached to you.
“F-fuck, I want you to fuck me so bad.” You were nearly sobbing, your legs trembling in his hold as your cunt practically leaked all over his face. He didn’t care, his tongue was still flicking expertly against you. “Baby, let me fuck you.”
“One more time,” His voice was muffled, his eyes glazed over. Drunk on the taste of you and the sounds that were leaving your lips. “Let me taste you one more time and I’ll fuck you real good baby.”
He was addicted, completely addicted to the feeling of you coming apart against him.
“God,” The word ripped from your mouth, your hips betraying you by grinding down on his face yet again. The tip of his nose rubbing messily against your clit with each swipe.
His fingers were digging so deeply into your thighs that you hoped it left bruises. He’s holding you down on him so hard you have no choice but to let him move you, his tongue hits even deeper inside of you.
Then your eyes are rolling back in your head, your fingers tugging at his short locks as you cum around his tongue again. Each wave is more sensitive than the last as he coaxes it out of you.
There are spots in your vision as you come down, watching him kitten lick your throbbing clit by the time you come back to earth. You’re panting against him, and he’s looking up at you like you’re an angel.
“How was that?” He had the nerve to ask, sweat beading on his forehead while your release coated his face and neck.
You swung your shaky legs off of him, plopping down on the couch with a groan. “You promised you’d fuck me.”
At your pathetic little pleas, he smirked, bringing you in for a sweet kiss on the lips. You indulged him, ignoring that you could taste the hot, sweet taste of yourself on his lips. He’s content on kissing you until you’re all but pulling him on top of you.
You’re so desperate for him when he finally stands up, you crawl over to the edge of the bed mouthing over his clothed cock. It sits heavy in his scrub pants, twitching at the slightest pleasure.
“Oh you little minx,” He groans, reaching down to cup the back of your neck. “You wanna take it out?”
You nod, slipping your thumbs into his waistband to pull the fabric down his legs.
You nearly gasp at the sight of his cock springing out of his underwear, the tip slapping against your face. He’s fucking huge, heavy in your hands as it falls to his mid thigh. Your mouth goes dry, eyes wide as you can feel your cunt clenching around nothing just at the sight.
“Fucking knew you’d be bigger than him,” You can’t help but say, your hand unable to wrap around his shaft.
“Yeah? You thought about it?”
You nod, your embarrassment long out the window. “I see the way you walk around here, knew it was heavy.”
A throaty laugh escapes him as you pump him a few times, he lets out a soft hiss when you swipe at the pre-cum leaking from his tip.
“Come on,” He hums, “Hands and knees baby, let me see that ass.”
A schoolgirl giggle escapes you as you comply, getting into the position that’s the easiest for him with his leg.
His hand comes down and slaps your ass gently, just enough to make you cry out as he positions himself at your entrance.
“Look at her,” he whistles, dragging his tip through your soaked folds, “She’s trying to suckle me in, you want this bad don’t you baby?”
Your hands are gripping the sheets so hard already you know they’re going to ache. “P-please.” Your voice is agonized with need.
“You deserve it,” He cooed, slowly pushing inside of you. “I got you, baby. M’always gonna take care of you.”
Tears escape your eyes in relief as he fills you up, each inch he pushes helps relieve the ache. The stretch is painful, but delicious as your cunt molds to accept every inch of him greedily. Your face somehow falls into one of the pillows, muffling your sobs of pleasure.
“T-there you go,” He praises, “Let it out. Taking me so well, almost there baby.”
You feel like you’re being split apart, in the best way possible as his hips finally meet yours.
“Knew you could take it,” he breaths out, his eyes closing for a moment in pleasure as your wet heat clenches around him, “Tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.”
You let out a jumbled moan of incoherent words, begging, but you didn’t even know what for. He’s buried to the hilt, so deep inside of you it takes you a solid minute for your vision to come back to you.
“It’s so- oh- Jack- fuck, yes.”
“That’s my girl.” His hands are rubbing your lower back soothingly, waiting for the perfect moment to begin to move.
His hips snap into yours in deep calculated thrusts, making you drool all over the pillow you’re clutching like a lifeline.
The pace becomes relentless, his hips slapping so harshly into your ass that if it wasn’t for the loud sounds of the ER it would be echoing throughout the whole hospital.
Just a few feet away outside of the on-call room door, Robby’s hands were interlocked behind his head, sweat threatening to slip from his brow.
“Where the hell are Abbot and Y/l/n?” He asked amongst the other doctors all running to their destinations, “We’re drowning here and my senior resident and attending are AWOL.”
He had no idea your hands were twisted in the cheap hospital sheets, your back arched as Abbot was splitting you apart expertly on his cock.
You were so sensitive and fucked out, it was no surprise your fourth orgasm of the night was creeping up.
“I’m gonna-“
Abbot cuts you off, “I know,” His hand reaches around, desperately palming your clit, “You gonna cum for me? Gonna let me take you home and show me those slutty little pajamas?”
You nod wordlessly, feeling that familiar pleasure rushing through your body.
“M’ gonna kiss every inch of your perfect fucking body, then I’m gonna fuck you to sleep and wake you up with my mouth on you. That something you want, baby?”
“J-jack,” You cried out,
“Breathe,” He demanded, his head falling on your shoulder to coo softly in your ear. “Breathe through it baby, s’just feel it. Uh, there you go. Good girl, good fucking girl.”
You came with a shout, one so loud that he had to place his palm over your opened mouth. You bit down on his palm, drool falling messily through his fingers as he never once let up his pace.
“Oh my god,” Your muffled cries only spurred him on, his balls tightening as your body became pliant in his hold.
“Fuck,” He grunted, “S’good right? Just hold on a little bit, baby. You want me to come inside you?”
Nodding limply against him, your eyes fluttered shut. You felt like you were floating, letting him use you to chase his own high.
“M’gonna fill you up, give you everything you fucking want.” His hips stuttered, before he came with a shattered moan.
“Such a good girl.” He whispered, his body heavy against yours. He pressed a sweet kiss to the crook of your neck, slowly laying you down and slipping out of you.
The newfound emptiness made you whine softly despite yourself, the sound catching weakly in your throat as Abbott pulled away just enough to help clean you up. Your eyes stayed closed most of the time, your body heavy and loose against the thin mattress while the adrenaline and emotion finally began draining out of you all at once.
Every nerve ending still buzzed pleasantly beneath your skin, your thoughts drifting in and out like you were barely tethered to the room anymore.
“You alright, sweetheart?” Abbott asked quietly. His voice sounded different now, much different from the voice that was just whispering filth into your ear.
You smiled lazily, “M’so good.”
He grinned at you, helping you slip your clothes back on with such gentleness it made your heart ache.
Then he stood, holding a hand out toward you.
“C’mon.”
You looked up at him tiredly. “Where are we going?”
“You’re coming home with me after shift.”
Your eyebrows lifted, “I am?”
Abbott just shrugged like it was already decided. “I’m gonna take you to your place first so you can grab clothes and whatever else you need,” he said casually while helping pull you gently to your feet. “Then I’m making you dinner.”
You blinked at him. “Dinner?”
“Whatever you want.” His hands settled automatically at your waist once you were standing, steadying you when your knees wobbled slightly. “Pasta. Steak. Pancakes at midnight. I don’t care. You’re not going home alone tonight.”
”But-“
”No buts,” He cut you off, “We can deal with everything else another day. Tonight let me keep taking care of you.”
You nod softly, your heart aching at the care dripping out of his pores. It had been so long since you felt so held by someone.
“I’ll meet you in the parking garage?” You asked, bringing his lips to yours for one more kiss before grabbing the doorknob.
”I’ll be counting down the seconds, sweetheart.”
When you slipped out of the door, it was impossible to hide the flush burning across your cheeks or the awkward unevenness of your steps. Your hair was a mess from Abbot’s hands in it and your scrub top sat crooked on one shoulder no matter how quickly you tried fixing it.
The hallway air felt freezing against your overheated skin. For one brief second, you thought maybe you’d gotten lucky. The corridor outside the on-call rooms sat mostly empty, only the muffled chaos of the ER carrying faintly through the double doors farther down the hall. Your shift was almost up, so you assumed they’d be stuck on handoff.
Then you looked up and saw Robby standing there. You deflated, turning on your feet in an attempt to escape. He had clearly just rounded the corner, chart still loose in one hand, exhaustion etched deep into the lines of his face. But the second his eyes landed on you stepping out of the on-call room alone, something in him visibly stalled.
His brows pulled together slightly while his gaze moved over you automatically, like he was trying to place why something looked wrong before his brain caught up to it. Your flushed face. The way you wouldn’t fully meet his eyes. Your hair slightly disheveled despite your obvious attempt to fix it.
”Hey,” he said finally, voice rough from exhaustion. “You okay?”
The concern in it nearly made you laugh. Where had a fraction of that care been the past year?
Every part of you wanted to yell at him, to scream and punch his chest for making such a fool out of you. But you could still taste his best friend on your lips, so instead you just nodded too quickly and stepped around him before your face betrayed you further. Your shoulder brushed him lightly as you passed, and the second it did you felt him tense.
“Y/n,” he called after you, more confused now, “I wanna talk to you before I leave-“
His words died in his throat when the on-call door, the one you just escaped out of, opened from down the hall.
Abbot had stepped out into the hallway infuriatingly calm, casually shutting the door behind him while his hands were tying his scrub pants together. His hair looked slightly disheveled, and worst of all there was a smug satisfaction written plainly across his face that made your chest tighten in immediate panic.
You kept walking, planning on grabbing your bag and meeting Abbot in the parking garage anyway.
Robby just stared at him.
The confusion on his face had vanished entirely now, replaced slowly by disbelief so stark it almost looked physical. His eyes flicked once toward the closed on-call room door, then down the hallway in the direction you had disappeared, before finally settling back onto Abbot again.
”What the fuck?” Robby whispered, a cruel laugh threatening to slip out.
This only made Abbot’s smile grow wider, as he sauntered down the hall to meet his friend in the middle.
“Listen, man,” Abbott said casually as he strolled closer, clapping Robby once on the shoulder like they were discussing something harmless over beers instead of detonating twenty years of friendship in the middle of a hospital hallway. “Your willpower’s stronger than mine.”
Robby hardly reacted, he couldn’t. His brain wasn't allowing the pieces to slot together.
He just stood there staring ahead while the meaning settled heavier and heavier into his chest by the second. His jaw flexed hard enough to visibly tick beneath his skin, eyes darkening with something that looked dangerously close to panic underneath the anger beginning to rise.
Then Abbot stopped a few feet past him as he had almost forgotten something.
“Oh,” he added lightly over his shoulder, still wearing that same shit-eating grin. “Tell Noelle we said hi.”
Michael Robinavitch & John Carter x fem!elementary schoolteacher!reader
Summary: Two brothers entertaining a lady for the evening
WC: ~7.0k
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @spookypeachpitt13 !!!
Warnings: SMUT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! two full blood brothers share a woman for the night. There is no direct sexual contact between the two blood siblings. They’re gonna see each other’s dicks and balls but they’re not gonna touch each other in those areas (they also don’t touch each other’s asses or nipples). They may touch each other’s head, neck, hair, back, and arms. Michael may guide John, he may talk sexually to and in front of him but only in relation to the non-relative. Oral sex. Anal sex. Double Penetration
Disclaimer: I am a woman with no siblings…I don’t know how this works. I am not currently watching either ER or the Pitt so…characters may be OOC. I was going to be an elementary schoolteacher at one point, I didn’t mean to make the reader’s teaching BFF sound so naive and stupid? I dunno if it comes off the way I think it does. I didn’t mean to say anything about elementary school teachers. I’m also not actually an elementary schoolteacher so depictions may be inaccurate. Reader is described as soft. (Very probably) INACCURATE SEX. DO NOT TAKE THIS AS EDUCATIONAL. FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY!!!
John Carter is a younger attending at a different hospital. He’s 30. His older brother Michael Robinavitch is 54. There’s 24 years between them. Their mother had Robby when she was 18 (dad was 22) and John when she was 42 (dad was 46). He was the miracle baby, such a precious thing.
Michael was just a first year medical student at 24 when baby Johnny came into this world. He first thought he didn’t know what to do with a snot nosed baby brother…until he looked into those eyes. And he was gone. He’d protect this kid. He had to. He was blood.
Mom was English. Dad was Jewish. With mom being so young, Michael spent a lot of time with his dad’s mother. He had his name (even though his mother and father weren’t married). His mom couldn’t raise him on his own and her parents kind of disowned her for getting knocked up so young by an older guy. Thank God his grandmother raised a gentleman (who didn’t abandon his mom and who asked his grandmother if she’d help raise this child). But later in life, his mother wanted to give this second child something from her so John got her maiden name even though he could’ve had the last name Robinavitch too (because they were married at that point).
Everyone assumed they were step-brothers or half-brothers because they didn’t share a last name but the resemblance was so uncanny, they had to be related. But most people were shocked when they found out they were full blood relatives, with the same mother and with the same father.
But they were tight. Sure, Michael had a lot going on in his own life but he helped out when he could with his baby brother. He’d go fishing with his brother and father. He helped teach him how to do it properly, he also helped teach him how to read. John grew up knowing his brother. Michael was a presence in John’s life. He wasn’t some nebulous concept: he was real.
He was there for every graduation. He never missed one. He knew he had his own busy life going on, but you made time for the things that mattered. And to Michael, John mattered so much. He needed him to feel like he was a part of the family.
When John expressed an interest in pursuing a doctorate just like his older brother, Michael was a little unsure how to feel at first. But then John starts to talk about how inspiring Michael has been to him his whole life and Michael can’t help but wish him the best…even when he decided to go into emergency medicine as well.
He’d helped him study, gave him pointers. At one point, John actually yelled at him to stop hovering. That was when Michael realized that John wasn’t his baby brother anymore. He was an adult. He didn’t need him to hold his hand through life. He wanted that independence. He is slightly hurt but also really proud.
Michael is concerned John would get placed at PTMC but he doesn’t. He did some of his medical student time in Philly. And he did most of his residency at Allegheny and managed to get an attending position at UPMC Presbyterian. They tried to spend as much time as possible together even though they were both doctors. When their shifts aligned, they’d go out together before or after, have breakfast or dinner. They made the effort because it was important to them.
One morning before their day shift, they were in a coffee shop having breakfast when a woman walked in. They both turned to look at her. Their gazes lingered on her as she walked up to the counter.
John had been facing away from her so when he turned back to face his brother, he was met with his smirk.
“Don’t even think about it.” Michael chuckled as he shook his head and took a sip from his coffee.
“What?” John asked, curious as to what his older brother found so funny.
“A woman..." Michael nodded his head toward her, "like that is way out of your league, brother.”
John was thoroughly offended. “What does that mean? She looks like she’s closer to my age than to yours, old man.”
Michael just chuckled again and shook his head again. “Doesn’t mean you can pull her.”
John leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “You really think I can’t pull her?”
“I mean…I’d love to see you try.” He chuckled as he took a sip of his coffee.
John cocked his head. “Yeah?
Michael nodded. “Yeah. Shoot your shot. But you’re gonna miss. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“We’ll see about that.” John got up from his chair, very determined.
Michael scoffed slightly. “Good luck, brother. You’re gonna need it.” He went back to reading his newspaper, his reading glasses on. He’d peek over as John approached the woman as she waited for her coffee.
Michael very much expected his brother to crash and burn. This wasn’t because he thought his brother was pathetic or bad with women, though. This was more because he, as an older brother, was supposed to tease his younger brother about not being as experienced. Secretly though, he would’ve been impressed and proud if John came back with a date.
Michael kept glancing at the two of them. A longer conversation was probably a good indication. Her sweet smile was also probably a pretty good indication. John seemed to be doing a pretty good job. He wasn’t being too aggressive, he wasn’t coming on too strong. He wasn’t scaring her off. But he also was being assertive enough so that she knew he was interested in her and found her attractive.
She was now standing off to the side with him sipping her coffee and eating her blueberry muffin. She was still talking to him. She seemed as interested in him as he was in her. She was smiling, laughing, there were subtle brief touches.
Michael had to admit…his brother had game. He didn’t really think it was possible. As a teen and in his 20s, John was kind of…how to say this…goofy? He was sweet but he wasn’t necessarily smooth. He’d had a few relationships but none of them had lasted very long. His longest relationship lasted only a couple of years.
But this woman seemed to be eating out of the palm of his hand. It takes a good twenty minutes for John to walk her back to the table, and he was beaming.
“Y/N, this is Michael, my brother.” John gestured to the older man.
“Hi. It’s nice to meet you.” You smiled and stuck your hand out for him to shake.
He smiled at your politeness and shook your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too. It seems you and John have hit it off really well.”
You beamed now. “Yeah, sure! He’s really sweet.”
“That’s one word for him.” Michael murmured.
John groaned softly. “She likes me, Mike. Don’t ruin it for me.”
Michael put his hands up in defense. “Alright, alright. Would the lady like to sit? You haven’t asked her.”
John’s cheeks pink. “Oh um…w-would you like to sit?”
You smiled and nodded. “I’d love to, thank you.”
John pulled the chair out for you. And then he sat down beside you. John and Michael were sitting across from each other and you were in between them (table is a square).
“So…John told me you’re both ER docs? What’s that like, having two doctors in the family?”
Michael spoke. “It’s certainly very interesting. It makes family gatherings super charged when we try to one up each other about our ED encounters.”
“You always win.” John huffed.
Michael's eyebrow cocked and a small smile graced his face. “That’s because I’m a senior attending and I’m older than you. You’re just a fledgling attending.”
“What’d I say about calling me that, Mike, huh?”
“Oh, come on, John…it’s harmless teasing.”
“Could you not do it in front of her please?” John's head jerked toward you.
“Alright…alright…calm down. I’m not trying to embarrass you…”
John huffed again, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms sullenly. “Yeah…right…”
“Sooo…what is it you do, sweetheart?” Michael asked you, trying to redirect the conversation back onto the guest.
“Oh, me? Well...I’m just an elementary school teacher.” You said nonchalantly.
“Just? You kiddin’ me? What grade do you teach?”
“Second.” John piped up before you could answer.
“Nice to know you got that far in the conversation…but why don’t you let the lady answer?”
“Oh…sorry…”
Michael looked at you seriously, making sure you were holding his gaze. “But seriously, don’t downplay your profession like that. Just because we’re doctors, doesn’t mean we look down upon others.”
“Oh? No? Well that’s good to know.”
“Your students well behaved?” Michael asked.
“God, no.” You chuckled.
“You a bad teacher?” John asked.
“I-I don’t know, I mean…I don’t think so…”
“Forgive my baby brother. He was homeschooled.”
“I was not!" John straightened up in the chair defensively. "Don’t tell her that!”
You suppressed a giggle at the brotherly bickering.
“Something amusing to you, dear?” The older man asked, his gaze meeting yours again. You swore his gaze was smoldering.
“Oh um no…no…” You shook your head.
His eyebrows furrowed. He didn't believe you. “Really? Do my brother and I amuse you?”
You shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
“John can juggle.” He lifted and pointed a thumb in the direction of the younger man.
John snorted. “No, I can’t. Quit lying, Michael.”
Michael looked at his brother. “How do you know you can’t? You ever tried?”
“Have you?” John shot back.
Michael frowned. “No. Shut up.”
“You opened your mouth first.” John reminded him smugly.
You leaned forward, putting your hands up. “Boys…boys…let’s take a couple of deep breaths and calm down, okay?”
Michael cocked an eyebrow as he looked at you. “That actually work on your students?”
“Sometimes?” You cracked a smile and a chuckle.
"Sometimes?" Michael repeated back to you, seemingly amused.
“It’s trial and error…you learn from experience. It’s no guarantee. Nothing is.”
“They teach philosophy in an elementary education program?” John asked, also seemingly amused.
You shrugged. “Ethics for my gen Ed.”
They both laughed. It was strange how different they sounded. John’s laugh was still light and full of joy. Michael’s was more subdued, more amused than a full bellied laugh at this point. They were alike but unique still.
“Thank you…for finding that funny.” You smiled sheepishly.
“You’re a very charming young woman.” Michael said softly, looking at you intensely again.
“Oh? A-Am I?”
“I thought so.” John said, pretty proud of himself. “That’s why I approached you. And probably why I struck up a nice conversation with you.”
“Oh well um…thank you…both of you…”
“Look, Mike, she’s blushing!”
Michael shook his head. “Don’t point that out, John, never ever point that out.”
“Like you know about women.” John scoffed.
“I know more than you." Michael shot back.
“Boys…deep breaths.” You reminded them calmly as you sipped your coffee.
They looked at you, then back at each other. They smiled. They looked back at you, still smiling.
“Yes, ma’am.” They nodded, saying this in unison.
Okay...that was freaky. And they weren't even twins. You hoped that wouldn't be happening too often.
“Does this charming young woman have anywhere to go soon?” Michael asked you, fully aware he might be trying to monopolize your time and attention.
“Um, yeah…school.” You chuckled lightly.
He smiled and chuckled right back. “Right, obviously. We have our shifts starting soon too.”
“Awesome. Go save some lives.” You awkwardly gave them both a thumbs up.
Michael gave you a thumbs up back. “Yes, ma’am. Go shape some young minds.”
“Will do.”
They left first, John trailing behind Michael. They both gave you quick last second glances before exiting the coffee shop. You finish up your coffee and your muffin and get ready to leave as well before you notice something on the table in the spot Michael had been sitting. You pick it up, thinking the older man might’ve accidentally left it. But you see it’s his card with his info on it, including the ED number for PTMC. But when you turn it over, you see something had been handwritten on it. It’s his cell number. His (you assume) actual personal phone number.
You had a sneaking suspicion that he hadn’t left it by accident. You slip it into your pocket before heading out of the coffee shop.
You arrive at your school and start getting set up in your classroom for the day. Your mind however wonders to the very attractive and very interesting related doctors you’d met.
Throughout the morning, you taught your second grades some math, some English. When lunch rolled around, you grabbed your lunch bag and headed to the cafeteria. You didn’t have lunchroom monitor duty today so you could just sit at the teacher’s table, chat with your coworkers and get lost in thought about those two doctors from the morning at the coffee shop.
“What’s going on in there?” Your best friend who taught third grade in the room next to you asked you. She was grinning.
“Hmm? What?” You blinked as you looked at her, meeting her amused gaze.
“You were in Dreamland.” She said in a sing-song voice.
“Oh…I guess I was…” You chuckled softly. slightly embarrassed.
“What were you thinking about, hmm? Or who?”
“Lauren, there’s children around…” You murmured the reminder. She was right next to you yet couldn't keep her voice at a lower volume.
She dismissed your concern with a wave of her hand. She obviously wasn't as concerned as you were that the topic of this conversation was your love life. “I’m not vulgar. So…new beau?”
You scoffed lightly, shaking your head slightly. “New? There’s never been any old beaus.”
“Well whatever. So…anyone special?" She gasped. "Anyone I’d know?"
“I dunno…you ever been to…” you pulled the card out. “Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center?”
“What? No way!” Lauren snatched the card from you. She flipped it over to see Michael’s personal cell number on it.
“Hey…” You tried to get it back from her but she yanked it away.
“You got a number?! You go, girl!”
You send an apologetic look to your fellow teachers at the table. “Shh…yes, he left his card on the table at the coffee shop.”
"What?! That's huge! Like super huge."
"Yeah...I guess...he and his brother-"
Lauren’s face lit up even more. She cut you off. "His brother? Did you pull two guys?"
"I didn't “pull” anyone. I simply...talked to them..."
She shook your shoulder slightly. "That's still huge for you, though. Were they nice?"
"Um, yeah, I think so."
"Well did they take an interest in you or did they just wanna talk about themselves?"
You took a sip of your water. "They took an interest in me."
"So they know you teach second grade?"
"Mhm."
"And...they didn't have any problems with it?"
"Quite the opposite actually."
She clapped her hands together once. "That's great! The last thing you want is a guy who looks down on you for your choice of life path."
You smiled and shook your head. “Don’t worry. They didn’t judge.”
“That’s good. What did they look like? Were they yummy?”
“Lauren…”
“What?”
“Children.”
She waved her hand again, dismissing your concerns. “They’ll think we’re talking about donuts.”
You waggled your finger at her. “Don’t underestimate the intelligence of children.”
She put her hands up in defense. “I know…yeah…okay. But you’re gonna call him, right?”
“I-I um…I dunno…”
She gawked. “What do you mean you don’t know? Are you crazy?”
“I literally just met this guy.”
“So? Was he handsome? Was he nice, did he give you stalker or psychotic vibes?”
Your eyebrows knit together. “N-No…”
“Did his brother?”
“Even less so.”
“So what is your problem? People hook up on dating apps all the time with men they might not know everything about.”
“I know that. I’ve just always felt so weird about dating and hooking up using apps.”
“Girl, you gotta get out of the 20th century. This dude literally wrote his personal number on his business card. That’s about as old fashioned as you’re gonna get without him writing you a handwritten letter declaring his undying love for you.”
You suppressed a groan. “Lauren…”
“What? Don’t like the idea of him knowing your address?”
“I am not that paranoid.”
“Oh, but aren’t you?” Lauren gave you a quizzical look, crossing her arms.
“No. I’m cautious. There’s a distinct difference.” You defended yourself.
“You just said these two guys seemed legit so what’s there to be cautious about?”
“It’s still 2025…I dunno…lots of little things?”
“I think you’d know if they were gonna like…kidnap you by now.”
You looked at her skeptically. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“I literally bought you pepper spray. You’ll be fine.” Lauren patted your arm.
“You did not see these guys.”
Lauren leaned in. “What, are they like…really buff?”
“Moderately so? I don’t know. I didn’t ask to see or feel anything.”
“I would’ve.”
“Of course you would’ve but I’m not you.”
Lauren sighed, holding your hand and squeezing. “I know, babes, I know. But hey, maybe this'll work out great for you."
“Me…and great? Yeah…sure…” You chuckled softly.
“You need to have a little more faith in yourself.”
“Yeah…I know…” You murmured.
“Trust me and call him, okay?”
You sighed. “I’ll think about it.”
She shook her head. “Don’t think. Do.”
“I’m not like you. I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. Gimme your phone. Let me text him.”
You stiffened. “That’s a horrible idea, Lo.”
“I think you mispronounced genius. Come on. Dictate to me. Talk. You don’t have to do anything else. I’ll do the typing for you!”
“No. I’m not doing that.”
“You’re saying you’ll do it yourself, then?”
“Maybe. I might do it.”
“Come on, Y/N, live a little!”
“This is my decision, Lo. Please let me make it myself. It’s my life.”
“Alright…alright…just…one last nugget of advice?”
“Fine. What is it?”
“You don’t have to be so scared. You have good instincts. You could have a good time. You’re allowed to have a good time. You don’t have to wait or sit by on the side. You can take what you want.”
“Thanks, Lo. I’ll think about what I want.”
“Keep me updated?”
“Always.”
“I look forward to hearing the exciting developments.”
“We’ll see…”
The lunch period ends and it is time for recess. You do not have recess duty either so you could go back to your classroom and prepare for the afternoon. But your phone seemed to beckon you.
“Use me…text him…” It seemed to call out to you in a seductive voice as you tried to put the science worksheets on the desks for your students.
Once you were done setting up for the science lesson once the kids came back in, you looked at the clock to see that you indeed had enough time to send him a text.
You sit down at your desk and get your phone from your desk drawer. You get the card Lauren had returned to you out. It was a very nicely done card. You admired it. You wondered if it was issued to all hospital personnel, or if he’d got this done himself to give to people he felt would benefit from having one. You came to the conclusion that it was the latter.
You turned it over to see his personal cell number. You go to messages to compose a new message and input the number. Now you had to think about what message to send him.
“Hey, Michael, this is Y/N from The Grind. Your brother John introduced us and we talked. It was nice. And I was wondering if either of or both of you maybe wanted to get together sometime?”
That’s what you’d composed. But that didn’t seem confident enough.
“Hey, Michael, this is Y/N from The Grind. I had a great time talking to you and John! We should do it again sometime! Just you and me, just me and him or all three of us. I'm game for anything really.”
That sounded…better…but opened yourself up to things you potentially weren't completely comfortable with (but wasn't this about getting out of your comfort zone?).
You saw that you didn't have a whole lot of time yet before the kiddos would be back in from recess so you decided that was good enough, hit send, and hoped for the best.
You couldn't think about them now, though. Now you had to think about your kiddos and teaching them about the planets and their sizes using Play-Doh. So you put your phone back in the drawer and get ready to rock this shit (as exciting as rocking a second grade science lesson tended to be).
After the rest of the day passed and the last bell rang, you smiled to yourself and congratulated yourself on another productive and successful day as a teacher. Now you could check your phone. You finally had time to sit and relax and breathe for a bit.
You honestly weren't expecting him to have texted you back so quickly (if three hours was a quick response time). So you're surprised when you see there's a notification on your home screen that's a text from an unknown number (you hadn't saved his contact in your phone yet). You recognized the number as his and you opened your phone to respond.
"Hey, Y/N, this is Michael. It's nice to hear from you. John and I enjoyed your company a lot this morning and we'd both love to enjoy it again sometime."
You stared at your phone. You almost couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You kept reading it.
It was nice to hear from you? They’d both enjoyed your company? And they’d both love to enjoy it again sometime?
You realized you needed to respond now. But first, because he’d responded and it had been a positive response, you saved his number as a contact in your phone. Simply: Michael Robinavitch
“That’s great! Obviously I work weekdays about 7-4 but are there any times that work best for the two of you?”
You weren’t expecting a reply so fast. He was a doctor after all…in an ER.
“Well John and I both work the day shift. 7am-7pm. 12 hours. So if you can stay up late on a Friday or Saturday, we’d both be free in the evening. 8 sound good?”
You again just stared for a second. That sounded like…like…
“What, like a date?” You sent.
His reply was again fairly speedy. And slightly unexpected. “Is that what you’d want?” Like you got to decide instead of him saying: “well…duh”.
“With which one of you?” This situation certainly was…strange.
Again, his reply wasn’t exactly what you’d expected and you were beginning to get the feeling that none of this would be. “Whichever one you want.” Again, like you got to decide instead of him saying: “we’ll me obviously because we’re texting”
“What if I like both of you?” You really saw something in both men.
"We don't mind sharing if you don't."
You'd only just processed that when the three dots came up again.
"I'm sorry about that. That was too much, wasn't it?"
"What did you mean by that...you don't mind sharing?"
"We don't get jealous."
"What?" You were baffled at this point.
"We like to share."
The three dots appeared again.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm scaring you off, aren't I?"
You blinked, then began to type. "Oddly enough? No. I am intrigued."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Oh. Wow. Okay...I wasn't expecting that."
You smiled as you typed. "Happy to return the favor. You've been dropping bombs on me."
"I know. You're really not freaked out I suggested my brother and I...share you?"
You pondered this for a moment. "Again, I am not freaked out. But I still need elaboration about the whole sharing thing."
"We've done dates together before and not double dates."
Well that was certainly interesting. "Just one woman?"
"Yeah."
"No one thinks that's weird?"
"Sure, some people might look. That bother you?"
"It might."
"Don't worry. I'll be there to stare them down."
Your heart swelled a bit. But then an interesting question popped into your head. Two men and one woman? "Will they think I'm your sister?"
"Maybe. That bother you? What's so wrong with two men and one woman at a restaurant?"
"Good point. I guess it shouldn't bother me."
"Look, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything but it is nobody else's business who my brother and I choose to spend an evening with."
"I guess that's true."
"You're not our sister. It's not a business meeting. People can draw their own conclusions but fuck them, okay? What do you want?"
You stared at the screen, not knowing how to reply. You must've taken a little too long because the three dots appeared.
"Sweetheart?"
You took a couple more seconds to compose a response. "Both of you."
You almost can imagine the smile on his face. "Excellent. Can I make a group chat with John, you, and I so you can have his number too and so we can coordinate and communicate, all three of us?"
"I don't see why not."
The group chat is created.
"Hey, John, Y/N wants to go out with both of us."
You quickly added the new number as "John" in your phone.
"At the same time?" Came John's quick reply. Seriously...these guys were doctors in emergency departments, right? Like...they hadn't lied to you.
You check Robinavitch's name at the PTMC's website. Yep. Ok. He was legit. So it was likely John was too.
"Y/N?"
You checked your phone. Oh, right. You should reply.
"Um...sure. You've said you've done that before, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Like...how many times?"
"At least 4, right, Mike?"
"I'd say that sounds right."
“Oh wow you’ve both been on dates with four women?”
“We continued to date two of them at the same time!”
“John…”
“What?”
“Back off a little, okay?”
“Oh. Okay. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’d actually like to know a bit more about you both and your…experiences.”
“Would you now? Well I’m certainly more experienced than John.”
“Hey now…you’re older. That doesn’t mean you’re better.”
“Did I say I was better?”
“You said more experience and trust me, Y/N, I’m not as virginal as my dear brother is making me seem 😏”
“That emoji is not helping you, brother.”
“I’m just trying to convey that I know what I’m doing just as much as you do, brother.” You could definitely tell that “brother” was meant to be sarcastic.
“Boys, boys, I get it. You’re both good with the ladies.”
“I still maintain that I’m better.”
“Michael.” You could hear John’s groan.
“Michael.” You sent at about the same time (independent of each other) and you hoped the teasing tone came across.
“Hey now, don’t gang up on an old man.”
“You hate being called that.”
“But I reserve the right to call myself that when I’m being victimized.”
“Baby.”
“Says the 30 year old. 😒”
“I never should’ve taught you how to use emojis, dude.”
“I’m just saying you’ve got a lot of nerve calling me a baby when you still can’t grow a beard.”
“I can too! I had a beard like three years ago!”
“Yeah for like a second.”
“But I can in fact grow one, Michael!”
You can almost see Michael's smirk as he typed. “Not one as full as me.”
And there's John's cute little huff you're imagining. “I could.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“You wanna bet I can’t?”
“Sure, little brother, I’ll take your money.”
“I’ll bet he can.” For all you knew, John couldn't but you thought it would be nice to take his side since Michael was taking the mickey out of him.
“See? Y/N believes in me. Thank you, Y/N.”
“She’s only taking your side because she thinks you’re cuter.”
“That is not true.” You protest.
“So you don’t think I’m cute?” You could almost see John’s pout.
“I meant I didn’t side with you because of what you look like.”
You didn’t want to insult him. “Not that I don’t like what you look like…”
"Well at least it's good to know you don't think I'm ugly."
"Far from it."
-
Friday night arrived. You still hadn’t decided what to wear. You raid your closet. Nothing seemed appropriate. This dress was too formal. That dress was too informal. This one was too short. That one was too long. You finally decided on a dress that was your favorite color. It had the perfect sleeves, it was the perfect length. The dress itself was just completely perfect. You felt sexy. You felt confident. And you didn't feel scared at all that you were going on a date with two men for the first time (nevermind that they were brothers).
The restaurant they’d picked was actually very nice (Italian). They were both doctors, attendings and presumably were paid fairly well but it’s not like they made plastic surgeon money. You figured this was them pulling out all the stops to make you feel special. And damnit, it was working. You felt pretty damn special.
They both stood as you approached the table after the maître d'hôte checked you were on the reservation list. Michael pulled your seat out for you this time and pushed it in for you.
“You look lovely.” He murmured in your ear before sitting down himself.
“Oh…well um…thank you. You both look…very handsome this evening.”
“Who looks the most handsome?” Michael asked, eyebrow quirked.
“Oh, well I couldn’t…”
Michael leaned in. “It’s me, isn’t it?” He winked. “It’s okay. You can admit it.”
“Maybe she doesn’t like old farts.” John murmured before taking a sip of his water.
“Maybe she doesn’t like snot nosed babies.” Michael immediately shot back without missing a single beat.
You held your hands up, one palm faced each of them. “Boys…boys…” You said in your perfected soft/stern tone you used on your students when you wanted them to know you were to be taken seriously but also that they weren't in super hot water (yet, this was a friendly warm warning tone).
Fuck. That slightly teasing tone would be their undoing. They shut up. They still shoot each other glances.
The waiter came to take orders and they both let you go first. Neither said a thing about what you ordered. They valued your company the most this evening, not food, not your body.
“So…Y/N…how was your week?”
“Oh, it was…fine…Probably not as exciting as either of yours."
Michael shrugged. "Eh, same old, same old."
He looked at John, seeing if he'd agree or disagree. John nodded, agreeing. "Pretty much, yeah."
"But define what is the same old thing in an emergency department please."
"It really isn't excitement all the time. You watch too many medical shows." Michael teased you lightly.
"Yeah, you think ER is accurate?" John snorted as he drank some more water.
"Oh, well I um...I guess not. But you must actually have some pretty interesting patients."
"You wanna know about the anal stuff?" John asked, keeping his voice low so no one else could hear him.
"Yeah, actually. What's the most interesting thing you've seen...up there?"
"I had this one guy come in with a whole-" John is cut off when the food arrived. He chuckled sheepishly. "Well i um guess that would ruin our appetites so perhaps I'll save that for another time."
"Smooth move, Ex-Lax." Michael shook his head, chuckling.
"That reminds me-"
"Another time, John? Let the lady eat in peace. Maybe she can tell us about her more dinner appropriate week."
"You really wanna hear about my week?"
"It'll be a nice change of pace for us."
"Oh. Okay. Well...um...i did have to break up a fight over crayons."
"Did someone take Tommy's precious yellow crayon?"
"Actually Devon took Suzie's brand new red crayon and shoved it up his nose. Left a big ol' mucous membrane on it too."
Michael almost choked on his food (luckily his brother was a doctor). "Jesus Christ, really?"
"The best part? Suzie decked him right in the nose."
"Damn, Suzie!" John exclaimed, impressed.
"Devon hit back?"
"He didn't have the opportunity to even try. Suzie grabbed his ear hard and pulled."
"What are you feeding these kids?!" John was amazed by little Susie. “Her dad a lumberjack or something?”
“Attorney.”
“…oh…that’s…slightly concerning.”
“More than you know.”
“What’s he teaching that kid?”
“How to hit, apparently.”
“You break up fights often?”
“Some are arguments or misunderstandings…not full blown fights.”
“What do second graders get into arguments about?”
“Whose turn it is to be line leader.”
“That get heated?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Got any brawlers?”
“A few.”
“So every day is an adventure for you…just like us.” John smiled.
“I suppose you could look at it that way.”
“You should choose to.” John looked at you softly.
“We get it, though. Thankless job. Pay’s not that good. Dangerous. Stress.”
“Don’t compare what I do to what you do.”
“Why not? Teachers are superheroes!” John says joyfully.
“I appreciate you saying that.”
“You act like you don’t do amazing things every day.” Michael regarded you curiously.
“I dunno about all that…”
“Come on…” John coaxed. “Brag a bit.”
“I’m not really the bragging type…”
“Not even a little?”
“No one ever compliment you? Or did you just not believe them?”
“Well yeah sure, I’ve been complimented…”
“What about?”
“Pertaining to…teaching?”
“That’s the topic of conversation, yes.”
“Well…um…I’ve been told I’m kind and patient.”
“I’d buy that.” Michael murmured, eyes meeting yours.
“Really?”
“It’s an easy sell.” John agreed. “You seem like a really kind person.”
“You guys are really sweet.”
“Anything for a beautiful lady.”
You looked between them. Neither burst out laughing. It wasn’t a joke. They genuinely thought you were beautiful. You relaxed.
The food was absolutely delicious here. You could only eat half of the portions though because the portions were so huge. But it was more than filling.
“Would the lady like dessert?” Michael asked.
“Oh, I dunno…”
“The cannolis look really good.” John observed.
“Three. One for each of us. Sound good?”
Once the cannoli platter arrived, you each eat one.
"Holy fuck, these are delicious."
"Oh, you've got a little..." John reached over with a napkin to dab at the corner of your mouth where some cream stuck.
"Oh...thank you," you smiled sheepishly.
"No problem." John smiled back, pink blush creeping to his cheeks.
"God, you're so obvious." Michael chuckled, shaking his head.
-
The cab ride was full of tension. Robby’s hand grazed your knee while John’s hand twitched beside your thigh. The poor driver kept glancing back at y’all, probably afraid you’d get to fucking right there in his cab.
Michael leaned in. “Can’t wait to get you alone.”
“Where are we going?”
“John’s place. His bed’s bigger and more comfortable.”
“I told you not to buy the one you did.”
“I spend my money on other things.”
“You need a comfortable bed to sleep on for health reasons, Michael.”
“My bed is fine.”
“Your bed is like rock, man. It’s no wonder you’re so cranky all the time.”
“I’m cranky all the time because you’re my brother.”
“No…that’s not it. That’s definitely not it.”
“It’s part of it.”
-
The second you all get inside John’s apartment, their hands are all over you. John is more tentative where Michael is much more confident. John’s hands are softer where Robby’s are rougher. John fumbled with the zipper of your dress. Michael snorted softly at his brother’s nervousness.
“You’re 30, definitely not a virgin and you still fumble?”
“What? I wanna make this special for her.”
“It will be. Just go slow.”
John nodded and took a few deep breaths.
More clothes get shed and you end up on your back on the bed. The two men made sure you were comfortable being naked and being touched.
They both are very attractive naked. John was very eager to eat you out.
“Would it be alright if I…ate you out?”
“That’s something you wanna do?”
John nodded. “Mhm.”
“Oh well um I guess that’d be alright, then.”
“Has no one eaten you out before.” Michael asked skeptically.
“N-No…”
“We should change that, then.”
Michael guided John’s head. “That’s it, Johnny, use that tongue. She likes that.”
John gives you an orgasm.
“Can I have…both of you?” You asked shyly.
Michael chuckled deeply. “You’d like that, sweetheart? Like the idea of having both of us inside you at the same time?”
“You’d both feel so good.”
“Hell yeah we would.”
Once they found their stride, they were in sync and taking you to Nirvana. Michael had successfully lubed up his fingers and stretched out your asshole for his cock while John had given you another orgasm by rubbing your clit to make sure you were extra wet for his own cock in your cunt.
Michael now laid on his back on the bed and pulled you on top of him, your back to his chest. His arm was around your waist. John was hovering over you.
Michael entered your lubed up asshole while John entered your slick cunt. Both men were pretty well endowed. Michael was shorter and fatter while John was longer and thinner. They both felt very good inside of you.
They fucked you in sync slowly at first. One. Two. Three. They’d thrust in at the same time, stay in for the same amount of time, and pull back at the same time.
Michael can see John struggling just a bit with pace and depth. “Slow. Even. Little harder, John, deeper. That’s it. Hear her moan?”
John nodded and obeyed his brother’s instructions.
“You like that? I’m doin’ alright?” John asked, his soft brown eyes looking at you, he was so desperate for approval, to know he was making you feel good, to know he was doing a good job.
“Yes. Feels so good.”
"You hear that, John? Our lady says you're doing a good job."
John grinned widely.
“Puppy dog likes praise.” Michael teased him a bit.
John huffed but didn’t deny it. He just kept thrusting deep inside you, but not too harsh. He didn’t want to hurt you.
Michael seemed to be slightly more in tune with you and your needs. But John seemed very eager. John’s face burned in your neck. He whimpered as he pumped into you.
“You feel so good.” He mewled against your neck. “‘M not gonna last much longer. ‘M gonna pull out, ok?”
You nod. They’d both put condoms on just to be extra safe.
“You okay, Mikey?” John asked, taking his mouth away from your neck.
“I’m not that far behind ya. Want me to pull out too?”
“Sure.”
“Condoms. Pull outs. Best to be safe.”
“You’re both the doctors here.”
John was rubbing your clit making you mewl.
“Ooh, she likes that.” Michael chuckled.
“Yeah? You like that? Little more pressure?”
Your mewl makes John cum. He quickly pulled out and yanked the condom off to jerk himself to completion over your soft middle.
“Fuck, that’s so cute.” John panted against your neck. “You’re so soft and gorgeous. Holy shit.”
He kept rubbing your clit. “C’mon. Cum for us, sweetheart. Need you to cum.”
The pressure builds and your thighs shake as you mewl some more. “Fuck, fuck!” You squeak.
“That’s it, Princess, let go.” Robby rasped in your ear.
You clutched at his arm. Your body let go. Pleasure flooded your body as it released all that tension that had been built up.
“There you go, that’s it.” Robby praised as he squeezed your breast. He pulled out of your ass to take the condom off to stroke himself to completion.
“Can I cum against your back?”
“Only if you clean me up.”
“Of course.”
Robby’s hand moved up and down his cock so he could cum. His grunts and pants were in your ear. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…”
His cum spurt against your back.
“Your face scrunched up so cutely when you came.” John kissed your nose.
“It did?”
“Made cute noises too.” Robby murmured, kissing your temple before putting you on your side so he could go get a washcloth to clean you up.
“You’re gonna get cum on your sheets…” I looked at John’s cum dripping down.
“I’ll strip and wash them immediately. Don’t worry. I don’t need cum stained sheets lying around.”
“Very sanitary and hygienic.”
“Well, I am a doctor.”
“In theory.” Michael joked as he came back into the bedroom and gave John one washcloth he was holding. He sat on the bed.
“I’ll get mine. You get yours?”
John nodded and dabbed at your abdomen as Robby dabbed at your back.
“You need anything? Water? Snacks?” John asked you as he got all his cum off of you.
“Some water and painkillers would be great.”
“Oh no. We go too hard?” Michael chuckled.
“I’m just a little sore.”
“Well, we can’t have that. I’ll be right back. You still keep your Tylenol in that wonky cabinet?”
“…yes…”
“Be right back. Again.”
Michael left again. You were left alone again with John. He seemed blushy and awkward.
"So...did you enjoy yourself?" John asked as he caressed your arm lightly.
"Did my apparently cute expression when I had an orgasm not give away the answer?"
His blush deepened. "Uh...yeah, i guess it did."
"I did really enjoy myself."
"That's good. Anyone you enjoyed...a little more than the other?"
"Oh well um...I don't really think that's fair."
"Come on...you can tell me I was better. I won't tell Michael.'
"Won't tell Michael what?" The devil asked as he reentered the room.
"Oh...nothing..."
Michael looked at John skeptically. "Fine...don't tell me."
He sat upon the bed and gave you the bottle of water and painkillers. "Here ya go, sweetheart."
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Summary: You confront the Doctor about a strange stain on your laundry.
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The Doctor was lazily sprawled out on the bench near his Tardis control panel reading a book. His hearts felt warm with content to finally have you back after the longest week of his life. He could hear you humming a song in your Tardis bedroom that was down the hall. He grinned as he swiped his finger on his tongue and flipped the page. He felt safe and truly at home with the return of your presence. You had somehow successfully domesticated the feral stray that was the Doctor.
You unpacked your bags from your trip. You took your time to place your items back where they belonged. It felt good to be back with the Doctor. You missed him. You loved spending much needed time with your family, but you couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling that your heart belonged to the Doctor. Nothing could compare to the wonderful adventures and laughs you two shared together.
You happily strutted out of your bedroom to grab a laundry basket that was in another room. The Doctor caught your silhouette walking across in the corner of his vision. His eyes darted up from his book but you were suddenly gone. He continued reading for a few moments and you came back around. This time he looked up just in time. He smiled as he watched you—a little too hard—stroll back to your room with a clothing hamper full of freshly washed clothes in your hands. You looked as beautiful as ever to him. Even in your comfy sweatpants and all. Oh, how he missed having you around. His eyes once again returned to his page until the realization of what he just saw struck him like lightning. Both of his hearts dropped.
The regretful memories of what had occurred to your very personal laundry item a few nights ago flooded his mind. Shame and disgust made his cheeks blaze pink. His brown eyes were wide with worry. Worry that you may somehow find out about his horrible, dirty secret. The Doctor had made sure to toss your underwear into the washing machine after the incident--to discard of any of his evidence before you returned. But now his anxious brain couldn't stop fearing the worse.
You tossed the hamper onto your bed and started to fold and put away your clean clothing that was in it. Doing the laundry in the Tardis felt oddly domestic. Compared to the usual busy, hustling adventures the Doctor took you on, being still and just doing house chores with the Doctor lounging and reading just in the other room felt a bit strange. A comforting strange. A strange that made your belly do flips and your cheeks feel warm. It felt as if you were the Doctor's housewife. The silly idea made you grin coyly. As if the Doctor would ever have a housewife... Your mind continued to wander further; remembering those tense moments where you felt like just biting the bullet and leaning in to kiss his lips. You thought about how soft they must be. How blissful it would feel. It made your heart flutter. You wished he felt the same way towards you. You wished there was a way he could truly make you his wife.
You were so lost in your daydreaming while mindlessly folding your freshly washed clothes that you almost didn't notice it. Laying in the laundry bin was a pair of your underwear. What broke your fantasizing was the unusually placed white stain on the burgundy fabric. You thought about it for a moment, considering it could have been from you. But the placement of the stain--on the gusset but also on the top near the hemline. There was just no way that was humanly possible. You remembered when you got back, the Doctor mentioned he generously did a load of your shared laundry while you were away. You tried to come up with any rational explanation to what this mysterious substance was- Maybe the Doctor spilled a drink on the clothes while he was doing the laundry? You pondered it for a moment while examining the white stain further. That had to be it.
You thought about asking the Doctor about it- But showing the man your weirdly stained underwear felt horribly inappropriate and embarrassing. What if the stain had come from you? But there was just no way. What if he really did spill something and maybe some of your other clothing now had stains on it as well. You wanted to clean it all as soon as you could. You wouldn't rest until you got an answer. You trotted into the control room where the Doctor was now sitting up, visibly on edge. His stare immediately jolted to the red underwear in your hands. His face fell cold with shock.
"Hey, Doctor," you apprehensively called to him. His eyes were wide. Something was off. Maybe you were right about this being completely inappropriate. But it was already too late now. He saw the panties--you at least had to explain yourself now. "I was folding my laundry and noticed a strange um, stain... on my underwear..." Your voice faded out with embarrassment. "I was just wondering-" You quickly added. "Did you spill anything on the clothes by accident when you were washing them?"
"Oh-" He barked. The awkwardness was overwhelming and you almost retreated. "Well, I-" He broke the silence. "Yes. Yes, I actually did spill a- something... while doing the laundry, actually. I'm very sorry about that. I can clean that up for you." He rambled nervously.
Something was definitely off. You knew he wasn't telling the truth. But why? What could he possibly be hiding? You towered over him as he cowered on the bench. You cocked your eyebrow suspiciously. The Doctor knew you knew. His brown eyes darted everywhere but yours. You tilted your head in silence, waiting for him to fess up.
The Doctor wanted to flee immediately. He hated lying to you more than anything, but he couldn't decide if confessing to his horrible invasion of your privacy would be any better. His guilty conscious was devouring him alive from the inside out. He just wanted to be free of all of this shame. He let out a deep sigh, "Fine."
You raised your eyebrows at him. He cowardly looked down at his hands in his lap. "It was me." He admitted. "I'm sorry."
"What do you mean?" You asked after a beat. You were utterly confused. What was he confessing to? The Doctor let out another sigh and an uncomfortable chuckle. "Well, I just missed you... a lot--when you were away and I-" He let out another scoff of embarrassment. Was he really admitting this to you? "I went into your room- just for a moment!- Just to... feel like you were with me again- and as I was leaving, well..." His cheeks were burning and his hearts were racing. Why was he still talking?
"Well I noticed you left something on your floor. So I went to pick it up and, um, realized it was your panties. And-" He let out a loud shaky breath as he ran his fingers through his tussled hair in attempt to calm himself. He might as well just spill it all now. "God- I was just so fucking horny." You were taken aback at the man's sudden boldness. "I was so fucking horny, Y/N, and I missed you so much. I-I wasn't in my right mind at all and for that I'm so fucking sorry. I did something really stupid that I shouldn't have." The Doctor looked like he was about to cry.
You stood there in shock, trying to take it all in. What?? You just stared at his red face with utter perplexity. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest. You also felt a response to his wild confession between your thighs too. This entire situation had to be a strange wet dream of yours. "What did you do, Doctor?" You whispered, a bit amused at the situation now. He laughed and threw his head into his hands. He came up, "Let's just forget about all of this, okay?" He shot to his feet. "I can clean those for you and-" he attempted to grab the panties from your grasp but you swatted him away before he could. "No." You swung the panties behind your back where he couldn't reach. "Tell me what you did to these." You teased him, now enjoying this. The Doctor froze. "No! No, lets just forget about this, okay?" He tried to stride past you but you stopped him with your free arm. You had this new found power over him and you both clearly liked it a little too much. "Tell me what you did." You repeated sternly now mere inches from his face. Your breath fell hot onto him and his pants shamefully grew tight. He could smell all of you once again from the new intimate proximity. Well--almost all of you.
He looked at you with furrowed brows before hastily averting his gaze. "Did you jerk off with my panties, Doctor?" You crassly hounded him. Part of you wanted to just laugh at this absurd situation you couldn't believe was really happening-- but you suppressed her and gladly let this new confidence take over you. He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat. "...Yes," He whispered. "I'm sorry I-I just missed you so fucking bad and you smelled so good and- I really did wash them for you but I guess the st-stain didn't wash out and-" he rambled on again. "Its okay, you know." You interrupted him and grinned mischievously. His eyes shot open and he looked at you with surprise. "I missed you too." The Doctor almost melted at your words. "Oh, I missed you so so bad, Y/N." He whimpered. You leaned in to slyly whisper in his ear playfully, "Well, you have me now." The Doctor gulped, "W-what do you mean?" He chuckled nervously. You giggled at his sudden feigned innocence.
"You have me now," you pushed him down onto the bench and confidently straddled his lap. "Why don't you show me what you did to my panties while I was away?" You loved this new power you held over him—what you did to him. It made you wet. The man let out a shaky moan and bit his lip. His hands were awkwardly in the air beside him, too scared to touch you. He didn’t know what to do now that his filthy wish was finally coming true. You threw his trembling palms down onto either side of your hips. "Show me," You handed him your burgundy panties that were still in your hands. He hesitantly took them from you, trying to shove away his embarrassment. He slowly pushed them to his nose. Watching the invasively erotic sight made your pussy twinge. He breathed in deep, ready to be hit with your intoxicating ambrosia, but of course, he only smelled the clean faintness of your detergent. He quietly groaned with disappointment. "What's wrong?" You asked. "It... It doesn't smell like you anymore." He whispered glumly, then chuckled at the crude absurdity of all of this. "What do I smell like?" You asked, familiar insecurity was starting to creep inside your new dominant persona. "Heaven," he replied.
You feverishly pressed your lips against his, wasting no time to finally feel his lips against yours. The Doctor gasped into your mouth. The kiss felt better than anything you could have ever fantasized. You felt sparks of electricity shoot all throughout your body. You couldn't believe this was actually happening and not just another dirty daydream of yours. If it was, you didn't ever want to wake up. Your fingers began to tangle themselves in his brunet hair as if the Doctor was about to fade away from reality. The passionate kiss quickly turned messy as you started to rock your hips onto his erection beneath you. You both jolted and moaned into the kiss as his hard cock would push against your clit just right. "I bet you taste even better," he groaned onto your lips. He tossed your stained panties on the bench. His now free hand snaked down to the waistline of your pants and his fingers immediately darted to your warm pussy. He was getting impatient. He slipped two fingers onto your clit. "Fuck, you're soaking." He whined desperately onto the delicate skin of your neck. You moaned loudly as he rubbed small circles and eventually slid two long digits into your slick entrance. He sluggishly pulled them out and hovered his fingers in front of his face as he admired the sight made of dreams. They were absolutely drenched in your arousal. The Doctor was nearly drooling. He put them in his mouth and began to suck on his fingers. "God, I was right," He moaned in ecstasy as he licked his lips for more. "You taste like fucking heaven, sweetheart."
You smiled drunkenly at the man as the fire between your thighs blazed heavier. The Doctor calling you 'sweetheart' wasn't a rare occurrence, but even in the midst of all of this, it didn't fail to make your heart soar out of your chest. "I think I need to get a better taste," he whispered darkly. Your cheeks burned pink. You could agree on that. You hurriedly stood up off of him and perched a leg on top of the bench he sat on. The Doctor watched mesmerized as you hastily rid yourself of your sweatpants and panties. His jaw fell slightly and his tongue poked out as he looked up at you with big, brown, pleading eyes. He needed this so, so bad. He would die a very happy man between your soft thighs. His hands eagerly gripped the outside of them as you used your hand to gently guide the back of his head to your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath on the place you needed him the most. You both let out a loud moan of relief at the feeling of his warm mouth finally finding you. His tongue darted to your sensitive clit and you both almost saw stars.
You tugged at his messy brown hair as his warm tongue slowly slid up and down your dripping cunt. He couldn't dare to waste a drop. He moaned into you which sent pleasurable vibrations everywhere—causing your body to shudder. You threw your head back as he happily lapped up all you had to graciously give him. His dick was painfully hard and straining against his striped trousers. The Doctor faintly rocked his hips in his seat just to feel more friction with his pants against his cock that was now pathetically dribbling precum. It didn't take long for you to notice his actions through your mind numbing rapture.
The man's moans were starting to match yours. You peered down at him with a sultry grin—he looked back up at you with his entreating eyes. His heavy moans were muffled by your pussy. Just seeing him getting off on eating you out made you get dangerously closer to the edge. The Doctor picked up his pace with his tongue, gently sucking on your clit, before matching the pace with his hips too. His chin was now completely drenched in your juice yet he never once stopped to wipe it off.
You felt a coil in your core growing tighter as you yanked him by the hair and shoved his face deeper into your cunt and began shamelessly riding his face. Through your intense pleasure you almost didn't notice the Doctor's weak yelps and whines into your pussy, or his erratic hip thrusts unevenly halting to a stop. The obscenity of it all immediately threw you over the edge. Your body convulsed as you surrendered to the intense waves of euphoria that took over you completely. "Do-Doctor," You cried out while grabbing onto his hair as his licking continued. Your powerful orgasm started to cool down yet the Doctor's tongue was in no rush to stop. Your trembling legs threatened to give out as you pushed him off your pussy.
He finally stopped and slowly pulled away. Clear strings of your arousal kept him connected to you as he looked up. His cheeks were rosy and his face was completely stained by you. He drunkenly smiled up at you as you both took a moment to catch your breaths. It was a sight that was almost enough to make you cum again right there.
You glanced down at the new wet stain on the crotch of his striped trousers. You loudly chuckled and threw your head back--trying to regain coherent thoughts. "Did-Did you just?-" You teasingly laughed at him. The Doctor was too intoxicated to care to be embarrassed at the fact that he came in his pants just from eating you out. You just grinned madly at him and took his sweaty face in your hands as you straddled his lap. You both shared a warm grin before you collapsed onto him, wrapping your weak arms around his damp body. You could die here--you thought to yourself.
This was heaven.
GUYS I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ENTIRE DRAFT BUT BY SOME ABSOLUTE MIRACLE WAS ABLE TO RECOVER IT OMG HAHAA...
a/n: HAPPY FINAL DAY OF KINKTOBER SLUTS AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL YOU FREAKS!!! huge applause for everyone who joined in on the fun this year, and for allowing me to be a part of it, even if it was in a small way. i had so much fun just being shamelessly myself with this little project and i’m so glad i had the best group of people to share this experience with, i love u guys <3333 SHOUTOUT ALL MY OLDER MEN FUCKERS, XOXO SWEEETHEARTS
summary: it’s the oldest story in the book—a damsel in distress, rescued from danger by a hero. only this time it’s halloween, the danger is laced in your drink, and the hero is the only father figure in jake, your best friend’s, life… the same man who must fight a battle of his own tonight.
₊˚ ✮ kinktober prompts: aphrodisiacs / car sex
word count: 7.3k
warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!! f!reader, college student!reader, jake’s best friend!reader, AGE GAP!!! (30+ yrs), halloween party, disgusting frat boys, shitty classmates, drugs/alcohol, aphrodisiacs (non-consensual!!), side effects/reference to a panic attack, mentions of pittfest (reader was a victim), daddy issues, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, cumshot + cum play, fat cock!robby, size kink, touch starved!robby, pet names, reader’s costume is vague, reader is a dilf lover (no one is shocked), robby fighting through an ethical dilemma
you didn’t even want to come to this party.
and you should have known better than to show up to a frat house in a costume like this. the house was packed, lights strobing in obnoxious colours and intervals, music pounding through the floorboards so loud it rattled beer bottles sitting on the table of the kitchen. you’d gone because your friends insisted—come on, it’ll be fun, you never go out—and you’d caved, half because you didn’t want to be the ‘boring one’, and half because halloween was supposed to be the one night you could slip into something different. a different persona that you know you couldn’t keep up any other day of the week.
even so, you had a hard time pretending the skirt of your costume wasn’t too short, having to yank down the material every time you ever dared to walk. the neckline dipping lower than you usually preferred, lace trim around the cut the one thing that still attracted you to the outfit.
cute? yes. maybe even sexy if you walked in it right, instead of being anxiously focused on the way the material felt on you, hands fidgeting to make sure it wouldn’t keep rising. nevertheless, it made your cheeks warm when you caught your reflection in the bathroom mirror before you left. knee high socks, a little headpiece and your makeup the cherry on top. something fun and playful. something you thought might make you feel less like the girl always trailing behind her friends.
if you’d even call them that.
more so class acquaintances that you're too nice and shy to turn down. and a few of jake’s buddies knew them, so you thought it would be okay.
“loosen up!” one of the girls who managed to guilt trip you to come here, yells to you over the music. already tipsy, looping her arm around your neck as if she’s known you for years. “it’s s’much fun, right?”
you give her a weak smile, and sip from the red solo cup she had pushed into your hand about an hour ago. “it’s okay.”
you’d told them—rather reminded them—that you don’t drink. the taste of alcohol isn’t really your thing. but one of the frat boys, tall and grinning too wide to pass as charming, had pushed the cup into her hands anyway. “it’s just a mocktail,” they promised. “just soda and grenadine. you’ll be fine.” another classmate assured you when you hesitated to take a swig.
“virgin, like you baby.” one of the boys joked, making the other idiots around him laugh. you flipped them off, taking a sip just to shut them up.
so you continued to nurse it, because at least it gives you something to do with your hands.
unbeknownst to you, the boys had been hanging around all night watching. well, two of them specifically. their attentions perked at the sight of someone they hadn’t had the privilege of getting their hands on yet. both with stupid black lines smeared against their cheeks, dumb enough to dress like stereotypical jocks despite already being one. they stood smirking and plotting closely together, like they’re in on a joke you’re entirely unaware of—because they are. one of them had nudged the other early on in the night, tipping his chin towards you.
“she doesn’t drink,” he whispers, eager to hear his cue.
“so what? give her a little push. she’ll loosen up in my bed in no time.” the other responds, eyes steady on his prey.
so now, standing in the kitchen with the plastic cup nearing its end, you don't feel very playful anymore.
you should’ve gone to the halloween party jake and his friends are at. but your classmates insisted you come and hang out with them, dance with “real boys”. you scoff now at the idea. real boys or malicious vultures? you could’ve been with genuine friends, and people you’ve known since grade school instead of adrenaline junkies who will do anything to get what they want.
you had texted jake an hour or two ago, asking how it was going over at his place, not to mention how his date was going with the girl you helped him catch. his reply urged for you to come over, sending pics of “your day-ones” to try to convince you. you had smiled at them, giggled even at their matching costumes, texting them back that you were gonna “leave this dump right now”. that was, until you quickly began to be distracted by your chest tightening.
your heart started racing like you’d sprinted across campus. the heat in the room pressed down on you, suffocating, even though you hadn’t danced or moved. the sea of bodies suddenly felt too close, and it all felt too stuffy and sweaty. the music drilled into your skull like a construction site. your vision warped under the strobe lights, each flash too bright, too sharp, too disorienting.
your skin felt wrong. the corset boning of your top digging into the sides of your ribs in a manner you’ve now become hyper-aware of. the glitter on your arms itched, the smell of beer beginning to nauseate you. you stood up from the bar stool you were sitting on, and you felt a rush in your head, your eyes closing while you tried to steady your swaying body. beginning to walk forward only made it feel like the walls were tilting and closing in.
breathe. just breathe.
but you couldn’t. you needed to get out.
your classmates were too busy laughing with their dates to notice you slipping toward the hallway, clutching the wall like a lifeline. you thought maybe it was a panic attack—you’d had smaller ones before exams, but never like this, never this consuming.
“hey,” one of those assholes drawled, leaning a little too close and grabbing your arm. “you good?”
you make a noise in response, arm trembling in his hold, his hands sticky against you and it makes your skin crawl.
“you should sit, baby. you don’t look so good.” he threw a grin at his buddy behind your shoulder, like it was funny. “maybe we can help.” your heart begins to pound against your ribs.
“m’no i want to leave” you murmur, trying to move forward. throat tight and dry. your eyes trying to look anywhere but theirs.
“come on, you should lie down. you cant be walking around like that. we got a perfectly good bed upstairs…”
his hand begins to burn on your skin. their breath wrinkles your nose with the stench of vodka seltzers and cheap beer. you tug your arm away but his grip jerks you back towards him.
“fuck off!” you yelp, yanking your arm back again, this time kicking your foot on his knee. he winced, making a strained noise as his leg bucked and his grip loosened. you took a big step forward, pushing you off balance a bit as you tried to reach for the door again. the cold fresh air settling your body.
your phone was slippery in your hands, and the screen was too bright when you turned it on outside, but you immediately opened your contacts.
calling your mom was out of the question, she’d merely panic worse than you and you’re not exactly eager to hear a lecturing about deciding to go to a dumb frat party.
jake? no, you didn’t want him to abandon his date for you. and you really didn’t want him to see you like this either, too embarrassed to see you so dishevelled over what is probably nothing. your thumb continued to scroll through your contacts until you hovered your finger over the screen, pressing the only name that made sense.
Dr. Robinavitch
you had saved his number after pittfest. the night’s chaos swallowed the ER whole. it was supposed to be a fun night, scoring last minute tickets to the festival for you and your date so you could join jake and leah. that was until you all heard the sound of a gun firing off amidst the music—a sound still engraved in your mind to this day.
jake had mumbled an introduction between the two of you when you both were rushed in alongside all the other traumas. and despite the circumstances, you were keen to officially meet the only real father figure jake ever had, and you felt it instantly. the weight of what that meant. you knew what it was like to grow up without one, to live without a man you could look up to, to care for you in that special way, so you understood jake’s bond with him before you even knew robby yourself.
he’d been as calm, precise as one could be with everything going to hell. victims pouring in, blood smearing across the floors, screams rising and echoing off the walls—it all should’ve been unbearable. for you, it was. those images still claw at you in the dark, waking you up from the peaceful idea of sleep. something you still can’t really shake off. but robby? he moved through it like he’s done it a million times, and he probably has. steady hands, sharp orders, his focus a shield against the chaos.
you think about him more than you should. not just about the way he fought to save leah that night, but the weight he must carry after every patient, every shift. to deal with every family member who can’t accept the fate of their victim. and even with the ones who thank him, he’ll always think back to the ones who blame him. you think about what it must cost him to walk out of the hospital with his shoulders squared and his voice so even, pretend like its all okay. come back and do it all again.
yet it's something you know all too well. to pretend like you’re functional. like you didn't have to teach yourself everything. like you didn't have to take care of your own family when you were clearly still a child.
you admire him for it. the way that robby carries something you’ve never seen in a man before. passion without anger. authority without cruelty. care without demand. it’s truly foreign to you, almost impossible to fathom being on the receiving end of it all from a man who isn’t even your biological father, and yet—you think about it every day. you think about him.
and the truth is, he isn’t just some warming idea passed to you through stories or seen once under fluorescent lights in the middle of a disaster. he became real in quieter ways. you always took a good look at him when he’d pick jake up from classes or stop by when you were over, always giving you a warm and sympathetic smile, while you hunched over textbooks at the table. happy you and jake have remained close over everything. he’s always polite. always steady. he was someone who cared for you in a time of need. who captained the seas of your fear and uncertainty.
and now, more than ever, you need him again.
your body knew before your mind did: if anyone could help, it was him. the call clicked, ringing only two beats, “robinavitch.” his voice was low, tired, but present.
“dr. robby?” your own voice shook when you spat the words out.
“yeah. who’s this?”
you swallowed. “it’s—it’s me,” you began, supplying the older man with your name, “…um, jake’s friend.”
he pauses, correcting himself to a softer tone, “kid, what’s going on? is jake with you?”
“no. he—he’s not here. he’s at a different party b-but i’m at this frat house, and i—” your throat closes, chest still feeling heavy and your eyes suddenly begin to sting. “something’s wrong. i don’t—i can’t—”
“alright, its okay. deep breaths. tell me where you are.” his tone sharpened, not unkind, just focused, already moving towards his car with big long steps. you mumble out the address, moving as quickly down the street as you can when you see the boys looking at you with irritated eyes through the open door.
“i’m on my way. ten minutes, tops. stay on the line if you need to.” robby announces, engine running and tires moving out of the PTMC lot.
by the time his car rolled up, you were sitting on the curb a little ways down from the house, arms wrapped tight around your knees. your small head piece lying haphazardly on the road, while you try everything in your power to form a steady breathing pattern. deeply fighting the urge to crawl out of your own skin.
he parked, hazard lights flashing, and was out of the car before you could blink. his hoodie was thrown over his scrubs, hair mussed from his shift, the grey in his beard shining under the streetlights. he crouched down in front of you, big hands hovering before settling—gentle but firm—on your arms.
“hey, sweetheart. it's okay, i’ve got you. let’s take a look, alright?” the pet name made your chest squeeze. no man had ever called you that, not in that way. you nod, shakily.
he guided you a little further down the block, the bass of the music still too near for his comfort—for your comfort. he shields you with his large frame, hand on your waist, from the curious eyes of partygoers standing by the doorway and out in the lawn. “privacy,” he muttered to you.
once you were out of sight, he switched fully into doctor mode. “look at me. did you drink any alcohol tonight?”
“n-no, i dont drink.”
“smoke anything? weed? vape?”
you shook your head, “no! i swear i-i dont—”
he rubs your arms soothingly, “its alright, don’t worry kid, i believe you.”
you sniffle, head falling back and eyes looking skyward to try to stop the tears from falling. “i just had a mocktail. th-they told me it was sprite and that pink syrup stuff, um, gr—”
“grenadine.” he finishes your rambling, knowing what you mean. you nod again. “okay, eyes down.” he shines his phone’s flashlight gently, looking deep into your eyes, and you couldn’t help copying him. your lips parted as you study him so clearly. you see all the freckles that litter along his cheeks, the lines that crease along his forehead, the crows feet at the corners of his captivatingly brown eyes. your stare trailing down the length of his nose, thoughts pondering into places you try to force yourself not to go to sometimes.
“your eyes… your pupils are blown out.”
that worried him, you could see it in the crease of his brow. his thumb brushed your cheek, grounding you before falling to your wrist, fingers pressing down and feeling your heartbeat. “heart’s racing?”
“mhm” you hum out, eyes looking at the way his fingers can wrap around the entirety of your wrist. so long and thick.
“dizzy?”
“ev’thing’s too loud.. too bright… too hot.” you clutched his sleeve like you’d float away otherwise.
he nodded slowly. “sounds like something must’ve gotten slipped into your drink. we’ll figure it out kid, okay?” robby knows how those parties go, how much those boys will do anything to get an innocent girl in bed.
your stomach dropped, how stupid could you be? “they—what? b-but it tasted like sprite. sweet, fizzy. nothing weird—”
“hey, it's not your fault.” his hand squeezed your knee, steady, and it sent a rush through your body. “you did the right thing, calling me.”
god, that hand—the size of it, the warmth. no man has ever touched you like that. safe, but strong. present. like you mattered. his full, undivided attention to you. only you.
you blinked up at him, cheeks hot, body hotter. “i thought it maybe was a panic attack.”
“it could be, do you get them often?”
“not like this”
he nods, taking in your responses and his quick analysis of you. “i want to take you down to the ER to run some labs.” robby says, beginning to get up from his crouched position. “i don’t want you out like this.” his hands extend out to you, gently lifting you up with him.
your head rushes again, arms wrapping around him for support, legs wobbly. “i’ve got you, sweetheart. you’re safe.” he soothes, eyes looking down at you as he holds you tight to him. your body races at his comfort, the feel of his worn out hoodie against every part of your exposed skin. something in you cracks open.
because it wasn’t just that he was a doctor, or jake’s ex-stepdad. or the fact that its in his habit to help strangers. but that he actually cared. he cared in a way you’d never felt from a man before. no one has ever handled you with even a fraction of the gentleness robby conducts himself with. the way he noticed your stunted breathing, the trembling of your body, the anxiousness that curled in your words. the way he cooed reassurances like they were second nature. and the more he touched you—checking your pulse, brushing sweaty hair off your forehead, rubbing his thumb across your shoulder to steady your breathing—the more your body lit up with a different kind of heat. one you couldn’t ignore. one you’ve never really felt before and yet, one you’ve never wanted to act more on.
you pressed your thighs together, helpless. the costume you’d been so shy about suddenly felt powerful under his gaze—short skirt riding with every movement, the skin of your thighs now a gift from the cover of your knee socks. neckline low across the curves of your breasts. he didn’t stare, not even once, but you felt the strain in the way he looked anywhere but there.
“kiddo,” he murmured, sliding his hand down your arm to keep you anchored, “i need you to tell me if you’re feeling worse—”
but you weren’t listening anymore. you haven’t really been listening. not to the words. just to the tone. to the weight of his palm, the steady beat of his presence. his cedarwood scent. wondering if you could taste the coffee on his lips.
the symptoms you’d been feeling to this point started to close in on themselves. every nerve in your body suddenly finding something to focus on. something to actually feed the stimulant flowing through you. your body knew what it was doing when you’d called robby. why you couldn’t stop trembling, even as your body arched closer to his.
why you wanted him like oxygen.
your core began to pulse, an ache forming so deep in you that your fingers curled into a tight fist as he helped you into his car. one arm braced around your figure while the fabric of your skirt rode impossibly higher. your knee high socks also began to scrunch lower as you stumbled into your seat. robby’s gaze remained fixed forward as though sheer willpower can help him remain professional.
in the car, the world steadied. the pounding music, the predatory grins, the sick dizziness—it was far gone. with robby at the wheel, your breath found rhythm again. and your purpose was solidifed.
“i’m just going to let the nightshift attending know that we’re coming, okay?” robby tells you, typing out a quick text to jack.
“didn’t you just finish a shift?” your words were casual, but curious.
“doesn’t matter. i’ll stay with you.” he says, gazing at you as he begins driving down the night streets.
you should have said yes. should have let him take you back to the fluorescent lights you remember all too well, make you preoccupied with tests and paperwork. but instead, your eyes caught on his profile—the firm line of his jaw hidden under his scruffy beard, the tired weight in his eyes, the silver threading that trails all through his hair. you imagined what his face would feel like between your thighs, imagined the wisdom in his hands bending towards you not as a patient but as something else.
your body shifted before you thought. your hand finding his on the gearshift, shaky fingers curling over his knuckles. he didn’t pull away, but he didn’t close around you either.
“hey,” his tone was warning, low, “seatbelt on.” the car sat parked beside a stop sign, as robby waited for you to sling it on. you swallowed, heart racing for a new reason—for a reason you actually don’t mind—and didn’t even dare to reach for the seatbelt like he asked for.
“sweetheart—”
but you were already leaning, climbing awkwardly across the console. the heat in your veins roared louder than you’ve ever felt. consumed by a desire that no one could pry you off of. by the time you straddled his lap, your mouth was on his—messy, desperate, tasting of a need so profound you can’t find the proper words to describe the rush you feel.
robby froze, hands hovering just off your grinding hips, not touching, every nerve in him at war. you kissed him harder, pure hunger, like if you didn’t you might just die.
“hey hey—sweets, no—baby don’t” robby’s voice was ragged, words tumbling out like he was begging, not commanding. “off, get off, please, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
but you didn’t hear him. or maybe you did. either way the sound of him saying please made your brain tilt into freefall. your lips left his and found his jaw, sharp and warm under your mouth, the stubble rasping your skin in a way that makes you whimper. you dragged open-mouthed kisses down to his neck, where his pulse hammered under your pink lips. and when you pressed down, teeth biting right against it, his breath hitched so hard it sounded like it hurt.
“jesus christ,” he whispered, fingers curling into fists against the seat. he still wasn’t touching you, not really—just hovering, holding himself back like his hands were live wires.
you kissed him again, right over the pulse point, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him flush against you.
and that was when it hit him.
not just the blown pupils, not just the way your body had turned molten with need so fast it made no medical sense. but the way you were insatiable, pawing at him like you’d been starved. the way your body was practically trying to crawl inside of him. his gut turned cold.
“they dosed you,” he muttered, almost to himself, eyes squeezed shut. “stimulants, aphrodisiacs.”
those frat boys hadn’t just spiked you, they’d given you something meant to make you pliant, needy. horny beyond belief. expecting you’d be all over them, what they didn’t know was that your body still doesn’t bend for just anyone. the desire only sharpened when it was him near. and they just ended up giving you the big push you’ve been waiting for.
you whined against robby’s throat, the sound almost painful as your core throbbed against his cargos. his name lived on the tip of your tongue even though you hadn’t even said it yet.
and robby felt split open. his whole life—his code, his training, every decent thing left in him—was screaming at him to be the adult, to be the doctor, to deny you like a man like him should. to get you some help, to put your wellbeing before whatever madness this drug was pulling out of you.
but then there was the other part. the part that remembered what it was like to be touched. to be wanted like this. the part that recognized your trembling thighs caging him in his seat, your hands clutching at his shirt like you’d drown without him. the part that saw you, yes: jake’s friend, but someone who trusted him enough to call him when no one else could help. looking at him like he was the only thing on earth that could soothe this ache.
“kid,” he said again, but it sounded different this time. not a warning. a plea. his head fell back against the headrest, his jaw tight as he fought himself, all the while your hips kept dragging over the bulge in his cargos, grinding on him like a dog in heat. “sweetie, please. you shouldn’t be doing this.” he says, eyes shutting as he lets out a rough puff of air through his nose.
but you are. and you’re loving every fucking minute of it. every movement was pleading, begging for friction. your hands shook as they tugged hard on his hoodie, balling up the material and making fists. robby cursed under his breath and jerked the wheel to the right, pulling the car into the shadowed corner of an empty lot. somewhere dark, out of the streetlights and the world. somewhere he could breathe.
you kissed him harder—tongue dragging at his throat, on his jaw, on his cheek—marking him wherever you could. then his hands finally broke. they didn’t grope, they weren’t greedy, but they came up to your waist, steadying you, holding you down so you couldn’t grind yourself further into his lap.
“you don’t want this,” he rasped, even though his voice cracked around the words. “not like this, baby.” but you shook your head in disagreement, biting against his neck—a desperate movement—and robby cursed so low it was almost a growl.
he really should have shoved you back into the passenger seat, driven you straight to the ER, put you under a nurse’s care, under a doctor who still has an ounce of sense and control of his life. he should be an adult for christ's sake. he should remember that you’re jake’s friend.
the shy one, the kind one, the one that's smart and respectful, and laughs at his stupid dad jokes.
but then you rolled your hips again, anguished, grinding over him like you are starving for a meal, and he can feel your soaked panties against him. feel the way it leaves a stain on him, how it sticks to him—and fuck does it kill him.
better with me, he told himself, lies stacking fast in his head. better me than those assholes who drugged you. better me than some frat boy in a dingy bedroom.
he killed the engine, but before he could get another word out, you were unbuckling him from his cargos with frantic fingers. robby’s chest heaved, torn between guilt and heat. your skirt kept scrunching high on your thighs, and the sight made his knuckles go white against the door handle.
goddammit.
“fuck. okay—okay, sweetheart. slow down,” he said, catching your hands, trying to steady them. “you’re wound up so tight, it’s gonna hurt if i don’t—let me help you.”
you whimpered when his hand slipped beneath your skirt. your wetness hit him in the chest like a blow from a baseball bat. you were dripping, thighs smeared with your juices, trembling under his touch, panties desperately clinging to you. his breath hissed through his teeth.
“jesus christ,” he whispered again, but this time it wasn’t a prayer, it was need. he pushed the damp fabric aside and sank one thick long finger into you. you gasped, clutching onto his shoulders like you were holding onto your rescuer, because in a way, you are. robby swore he felt the tremor run straight through your bones.
“there you go,” he murmured softly, as his hand worked slow and careful. “gotta stretch you, kid. can’t just—fuck—can’t just let you climb on like this.”
your hips chased his hand anyway—reckless—trying to get him as far deep inside of you as possible. bonus points if he curled them just right. robby added a second finger sooner than he would have wanted, trying to remain in control of your animalistic appetite. his fingers then scissored inside you, opening you up, trying to give you just enough prep to make this whole insane ordeal survivable. your nails dug into his hoodie, your breath hot against his ear as you moaned, loud and pitchy.
he kept muttering to himself, to you, to no one, “better with me. better it’s me.”
you continued to grind down on his hand, chasing the stretch, desperate for more. hell, you would’ve taken four fingers if only he’d let you. robby couldn’t stop hissing through his teeth, the sound of restraint, of a man fighting himself as much as he is fighting you. you were wet beyond belief, arousal slicking his hand, his wrist, his cargo pants, the car seat. your body was so ready, so in demand of relief, it didn’t even make sense, like your biology had been rewired.
robby curled his fingers once, deliberately, and you cried out, nails digging into his shoulder, thrusting towards his wrist. “please, please, robby, i can’t—”
“you can’t what, sweetheart?” his voice was ragged, trembling with effort. “you can’t stop? or you can’t wait?”
you shook your head silly, like a child, like the words were impossible to mumble out. “m’need you s’bad it hurts.”
that nearly undid him. he swallowed hard, yanked his hand away, and you gasped at the sudden emptiness, hands reaching for his to come back. robby was panting now, reaching down with frantic hands to shove his cargos low enough to free himself, bludge throbbing.
you’re in pain. its only in his nature to help you.
“fuck,” robby muttered, glancing around the darkened lot he’d pulled into. no one. just shadows and the occasional sound of a passing car in the distance. still, he angled the vehicle deeper into the dark, the headlights killed, every precaution automatic even while his brain screamed at him to stop this.
his hands ran up and down your thighs, fingers hooking on the tops of your knee socks before moving back up. you didn’t even bother tugging off your underwear, rather planning on pulling it aside while your delicate fingers wrapped around robby’s cock. he huffed out air through his nose, eyes peering everywhere but where you were touching him.
he’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. his cock was heavy in your hand, thick enough that your fingers barely met when you wrapped them around him. blood flows through his length, head flushed a deep pink, skin hotter than the rest of him. he was already slick under your thumb, leaking with sin. veins stood out along his big length, your fingers tracing their path. you couldn’t stop staring, shamelessly fascinated, a little dazed, like you’d found something both dangerous and holy. he was too big for you—he had to be—but the way he twitched against your palm made you ache to try.
you gave him a few strokes, fist tight, before lining him up. your fingers trembling in anticipation. robby grabbed your hips, fingers biting down. “don’t—don’t rush this. you’ll hurt yourself, sweetheart.”
“don’t care,” you whispered against his nose, kissing him again, dragging his lower lip between your teeth before soothing it with your tongue. “want you. need you. please, robby.”
and it was your please that broke him. he guided himself back towards your core, pressed the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance. you whimpered, already rolling your hips forward, and with a groan he let you sink down. he held your hips, forcing you to go slow at first, but much to his undoing, he sat you down on his lap, your body practically pulling him in.
the stretch was overwhelming to say the least, reaching depths hidden inside of you that you couldn’t even fathom. your nails scratched down his chest through his scrubs as you moaned so loudly he had to clamp a hand over your mouth.
“shhh—christ—you’re gonna be the death of me, kid.” he utters, his other hand steadying your hip as you bottomed out on him. he filled you so completely you swore you’ve never felt anything like it, your walls fluttering around him like your body couldn’t decide between fighting or clinging.
you pulled his hand away from your mouth and replaced it with his lips, swallowing his groans and kissing him with such lust you’ve never had the privilege of experiencing. then you started moving.
it wasn’t graceful—neither of you had room for anything angelic. it was raw, desperate, you bouncing on him with a feverish determination, a hunger so carnivorous it's driving you to the edge, grinding forward to feel every inch of him. robby’s hands hovered like he wanted to guide you, to hold you still, but you were relentless, riding him like your life depended on it.
“sweetheart—fuck—you’re using me.” his voice cracked, a stunned kind of awe as he watched you, felt you around him. he let his hands finally settle, one splayed across your back, the other kneading your hip as if to ground you from this high. “god help me, but i’ve never seen anything like this.” he mumbled to himself, words too quiet against your own noises.
your head fell back, hair sticking to your damp skin, sweat shining at your collarbones. his eyes sat heavy on you and you felt something fluttering deep inside. the way he watched you—like you were something holy and damned at the same time—nearly undid you before you were ready.
he kissed along your throat, his beard scratching you soft flushed skin, his breath hot against your pulse point. “that’s it. take what you need. if it has to be like this, then it’s gonna be with me.”
you clenched down hard at his words, hips stuttering, a moan tearing from your throat so raw it echoed in the small space, in the darkness. he knew you were close, too close, and he angled his hips up, meeting you with shallow thrusts, trying to give you the perfect mix of friction.
your hands pawed at robby’s shoulders, before your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. his mouth littered goosebumps against your skin with his heavy intakes of air, hands soothing the tremors. you can begin to feel the incoming storm of ecstasy, and you tuck your head into his neck for shelter.
the orgasm hits you like a lightning strike.
it wasn’t just pleasure—it was obliteration. your body convulsed, thighs trembling and there wasn’t a way to stop them, vision whiting out as waves tore through you harder and faster than you’d ever imagined possible. your cunt gripped robby so fucking tight he swore he saw stars, his own climax dragging dangerously close, but he held it back just to watch you in awe.
you sobbed against his mouth, cries bouncing off the fogged up glass windows of the car. your nails digging into the hard muscle of his back, your hips jerking without any clear rhythm as your climax went on and on, drug-fueled, unbearably intense, and undeniably necessary. it felt endless, like every nerve in your body had lit up, like you were dissolving from the inside out.
death by cock.
when you finally came down from the edge, you collapsed against him, every muscle in your body continuing to twitch, your breathing shattered into little gasps against his throat and your puffy lip quivering against robby's warm figure. his hand is cradling the back of your head, mouth leaving kisses along your wet cheek, salty and sweet with your tears and sweat. and still, your cunt clenched around him, aftershocks so violent, so consuming he hissed through his teeth again.
“fucking…” he trailed off, hands clutching you tight, rocking you gently even though he was still buried to the hilt. “i’ve never seen anyone cum like that.”
and he wasn’t sure whether he should pray for forgiveness, or fuck you into the seat until you shattered all over again, but you are perfect.
you began tugging—clumsy, frantic—at the neckline of your costume, whining into his chest. “robby, please… it’s too tight, it’s digging—” your voice broke into a desperate whimper as you clawed at the boning of the bodice.
he cursed, sitting up enough to get leverage, big hands finding the tiny zipper at your back, fidgeting with it as his fingers trembled—surely you couldn’t notice over the heat of him. you arched like a cat, pressing yourself into him while he worked you free, mumbling into his throat about how hot you are, how you can’t breathe. the second the fabric eased, you sucked in a gulp of air, but still breathed out a cry, “off, all the way—please, it hurts”
robby peeled it down your arms, gentle even while his cock twitched deep inside you, balls full with his seed. he tugged it off and threw it to the back seat, your skirt bunched pathetically around your waist, forgotten. your knee-high socks abandoned all the way down to your ankles. you sat in his lap in just that little lace bra he could see peeking out of your top the moment he drove up to you. the straps sliding off your shoulders, the skin of your breast curving upright, it makes his breath catch.
“jesus christ, sweetheart…” he rasped, thumb grazing the delicate bow in the center. “you’re—fuck, you’re perfect.”
you didn’t answer, just rocked harder on his lap, fingers clawing at the hair at the back of his head, your tits straining against the lace. robby was unraveling, every ounce of discipline burned away under the sight of you like this—and god, he didn’t know if he despised himself for taking you like this or for already craving more.
and it began dawning on him: its too late, he’s let himself want you.
it was the sound you made when his hand covered your breast that finished him—high, broken, like you were coming apart again. robby yanked the lace down, baring you to the dark of the car, groaning deep in his chest as he played with your hard nipples. you whined, lip caught between your sharp teeth, arching your back towards his paws. you kept grinding against him, feeling him throb inside of you. his hands began to lift you away from him, not necessarily wanting to finish inside of you. not yet at least.
you didn’t need another thing to worry about.
your nails dug into his forearms, begging him to not move you away. “n-no” you whined into his lips. he groaned, eyes closing, “sweetheart, i can’t—” he grumbled into your mouth.
“please, robby i wanna feel it, pleaseplease—” you cried, your cunt sucking him in cruelly, threatening his every last ounce of control, though he surrendered that to you almost the first time your lips touched him.
but he had to hold some foot in the door, something he owed as a man who knows better.
he quickly lifted you up, cock slipping out and rubbing against your clit. your whined, eyes closing as you throbbed against the feel of his flushed length against you. the head twitched before his hand could wrap around it, letting it spill across the soft skin of your stomach. hot streaks of sin dripping down your belly button.
you moaned at the sensation, looking down at the mess like it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. and then, without hesitation, you swiped two fingers through it—sticky, glistening—and brought them to your mouth.
robby’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. “sweet girl…” he groaned, watching you suck your own fingers, your tongue swirling to taste him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “don’t—fuck—don’t do that to me.”
but you whined like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted, wide eyes locking with his as you grabbed more off of yourself, licking your fingers clean, every drop. obsession written all over your face. it was a provocative sight, and you looked gorgeous.
robby thought he might never recover. but you weren’t done. not even close.
your hand guided him back into you, your hips beginning to roll hard, greedy and frantic even though he was softening inside you, even though you were trembling like your body was burning itself alive on need. “robby,” you gasped, clutching at his shoulders, eyes glassy with want. “please, i still need—”
“kid.” his voice cracked, hoarse from the force of holding himself together, from trying to ignore the way his head is still leaking inside of you. he framed your face in his big hands, palms swallowing your flushed cheeks, forcing you to look at him. to focus. “you’re wrung out. look at you. you can barely breathe.”
but you shook your head stubbornly, a heavy whine slipping past you, lip bleeding crimson again, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. “don’t care. i—i need more. need you. please—please you feel so good.”
he closed his eyes, forehead pressing against yours. he should’ve told you no, should’ve drawn the line—but you can say it was abandoned long time ago. instead, he gathers you against his chest and kisses your hair, whispering, “alright. let me take you home, babygirl. we’ll do this right. not in a fucking parking lot.”
you whined at the idea of a delay, at the thought of him pulling you off his lap, but robby was already shifting you gently, guiding you back into the passenger seat. your thighs still not burning with strain just yet. you blink up at him, dazed and blown out with desire, as he reached into the backseat for the old hoodie he always kept there, the fabric worn soft from years of use.
“arms up,” he ordered quietly.
you obeyed, pliant and shivering at the cold sneaking through from outside. he slipped the hoodie over your head, tugging it down until you were swallowed in his scent, his warmth. then came the pair of sweats he kept for the gym—which he hasn’t frequented in a while but that's besides the point. he worked you out of your ruined costume, finally freeing you of the uncomfortable fabric that you once liked earlier, even for a small moment. he tugs the fleece lined pants up your thighs himself, knotting the string at the waistband so it wouldn’t slip off.
“there,” he muttered, smoothing the hoodie over your body with a touch that lingers more than he should. “no more of that fucking costume. you’re mine, not some little dress-up for those frat boys.”
you exhaled a shaky sound, somewhere between a sigh of relief and a moan, burrowing your face into the collar of the hoodie like you could disappear into it, claim it, keep it forever. like it was already yours and you’re not planning on giving it back.
your phone buzzed as robby helped buckle you in. he noticed the name that flashed onto the screen—jake—god, that should have been his last warning, to make this not drag out any longer. but then he caught a look of your eyes and he quickly shut off your phone. you barely noticed it all, mind still preoccupied as he started the car, reaching for his hand across the console and clutching it in both of your own.
“more when we get there?” you whispered, voice small but insistent.
robby glanced at you—his face red to his neck, puffy lips, hair scruffy from your hands running through them continiously—and his chest tightened like it might split apart.
he gave a low, rough laugh, thumb brushing over the back of your knuckles. “yeah, sweetheart. until we get that demon out of you.”
your whole body shivered at the promise, thighs pressing together as if you could already feel it, because fuck you still can. and robby gripped the wheel harder, jaw tight, because if he didn’t get you home soon, he was sure he would end up pulling over again just to keep you from wrecking yourself with need.
or himself. either one.
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Tags smut, afab!reader, priest kink, sensual massage, public play if you squint, a dash of voyeurism, light power play, teasing
Word Count ~2.1k
CWs religious trauma mention, unprotected sex, pretty low level understanding of consent (this one is /j but the author borderline did not pass creative writing)
A/N I cannot believe none of you kinky bastards did this before me.
You hadn't been in a church since childhood. You couldn't say that you'd ever want to be in one again. But here you were, on an overcast day, waiting before the huge wooden doors.
"y/n!" called Xavier, all done up in his suit and tie.
"big day huh?"
"tell me about it" he replied before being whisked off by his photographer to take another god knows how many photos, leaving you, alone, on the pavement outside the church.
Xavier's other friends were making their way into the church that loomed above you, making you decide it was your turn to follow them in.
The church was almost silent, serious and daunting, but gorgeous.
When the couple made an entrance, the church stood and gawked at Elise's gorgeous white gown, and Xavier's smart suit.
Once positioned at the altar, a priest in a fitted black uniform made his way to the couple. He was young for a priest, and wore a smile that crinkled the corner of his dark eyes. His hands wrapped around a Bible, and his neck was partially covered by the collar of his shirt, before revealing a small amount of stubble. He was unusually handsome for a man devoting his life to God.
He nodded at the bride and groom, and began "Dear family and friends of the bride and groom" and his voice was a melody. There was something undeniably charming about him.
You sat further forward in your seat, and your back sent a wave of pain through you. You remembered why your face was having to make up for the enthusiasm your body so entirely lacked.
Sliding back down into the pews, the man reciting words of scripture's eyes flicked over to you, for just one single moment. You tried not to display any emotion. You did not need to gain the attention of the hot priest.
-
After the ceremony had closed, you were sent walking around the gardens of the church looking for Xavier to say goodbye and finally head home.
But why would it be that easy? Vicar Watling (as you knew him now) caught your eye, and he was definitely about to try to strike up a conversation.
"Hey, pretty good weather for it today huh?" he spoke.
Great, now the hot priest wants to make small talk with me.
"Yea I guess so" you laughed.
"I've definitely seen much worse, God definitely has his favorites," he began, "Sorry I didn't actually catch your name"
"[y/n]"
"ah, lovely to meet you [y/n]"
Surprised by his genuine warmth and kindness, you offered him a smile, and he shook his head softly and asked "Look- I don't mean to pry but I saw you looking rather uncomfortable in there, is everything okay?"
Well that went well.
"oh I've just got this knot in my back, I'll be fine. thanks for asking"
"Ah, don't I know that when I see it.” he began,” I used to be a physio," then, with genuine concern on his face, "if it's bad I'm happy to take a look at it"
"oh I wouldn't want to bother you" Oh God no I do not need the hot vicar to be touching me.
"it's not a problem at all really, may as well be put to use"
Jesus Christ. Well, if he was going to press...
"well I- I would really appreciate it but is it really appropriate” you laughed.
he smiled. "the other ministers don't seem to mind when it's their turn," he chuckled lightly, "but it's really up to you."
It had been a rather long time since your body had been ache free, and the fact that the man offering his services was good looking meant that you would definitely regret turning down the offer. Besides, he was a priest after all. It wouldn't go far. He wouldn't try anything.
Why the fuck not.
"That would be really nice," you blurted, "Just let me know when you have time," followed up quietly by a "thank you."
"I've not got anything on this afternoon if you're happy to come up to my office now"
"Um, yea, that- that works for me" you stuttered. Oh shit, this was really happening.
"Righty-o, follow me" he said with a smile, turning. You followed his muscular black-clad legs around the church, taking deep breaths to help steady yourself.
The vicar's 'quarters' was really just a small room, including a desk, a few small storage cabinets and a bed. You felt a light flush come across your face, thinking about how awfully attractive this man was, and now what, you were in his room? This was wrong on so many levels. And yet, you enjoyed it all the same.
"So I'll start by asking you to take your shirt off and lay face down" And with that, he turned to face the door, and you were left to heave your T-shirt off, fold it up, and set it down on his side table. You lay down on his bed and it was comfortable for what it was, and smelt so nice and- no. You were not doing this.
"You decent?"
"As decent as I can get" you sighed. A shuffle indicating that he had turned back around echoed out and he asked "is everything okay [y/n]?"
"yea just not used of laying down topless in random men's beds" you joked flatly.
He laughed. A real, genuine laugh. It was extremely endearing. "I am a vicar, [y/n], any time you tell me to stop, for any reason, I will" you very much did not need to be reminded of his priesthood status.
"Thank you."
"Alright, would it be okay if I also unclasped your bra, just so I can reach your full back?"
There was no backing down now. "Yeah, that's fine." you replied.
had you not had your full attention on your back, you may not have felt the way he so gently unclasped your bra to reveal the entirety of your back. you hoped he hadn't noticed the goosebumps he had given you.
There was an undercurrent of kindness to his every move - from warning you about the coolness of his fingers, to asking if you were okay throughout his work.
Moving lower, he was able to pinpoint your aches and soothe them with the touch of his slender fingers. It was hard not to make noises with the magic he was working upon you. There was, perhaps, a moment, where you wondered if God did exist, and if in this very moment he had his hands low on your back.
"You're a bit tight down your lower back here, I can get it but I'll have to move your trousers down."
"As long as that's fine by you"
"Well it's definitely much nicer than Father Castori's back, that's for sure" he laughed lightly.
At this point you decided to let go of the facade that you were not enjoying this thoroughly, and just savour the feeling of those fingers, which were now inching themselves closer and closer to the warmth between your thighs.
You took a shaky breath out that ended up sounding an unfortunate amount like a moan.
"Didn't know I was that good" he chimed in, as if you were not already flushed with embarrassment. You could hear the smile (smirk? certainly it was not a smirk you heard) in his voice. You shifted uncomfortably.
"Hey there's no shame in it - the Lord made us as we are, desires and all"
"I- I'm not-"
"you aren't?"
The silence stretched on far too long. How the fuck were you supposed to respond to that? God, and he knew it too.
"[y/n], I can't have you going back to the parish like this, Castori will have a fit. Besides, you still need to say goodbye to your friends. I'll take care of you, if you'll allow it.”
"I- yeah, yeah okay" you stuttered, wrapping your foggy mind around the words that had just been said. Had he just offered to fuck you?
"There we are, just relax" he cooed, his hands pressing further and further down the contours of your back, and tracing his fingers between your behind and upper thighs, pushing your pants lower with each ghost of a touch. He had just offered to fuck you. What the fuck.
Lightly moaning again, the vicar (a vicar what the fuck) laughed gently, with now two hands between your thighs, not yet allowing himself close enough for you to gain any traction.
"How about we take this off?" his fingers traced under your bra. You twisted yourself into a seated position, making the vicar stand back up. You held eye contact with the man while you took off your bra.
Watching you with the same intensity, he climbed over you to straddle you at the waist. With your back flat on his bed, and him cornering you in it, he kissed you - desperate and wanting. And you kissed back, just as greedily.
As your mouths shared each other's breath, his hands wandered to the band of your underwear, and he pulled away from the kiss and asked "yes?"
"yes," you exhaled, "please."
his hand slid slowly down, until he was cupping your sex, teasing, not yet touching. You moaned quietly. He kissed you again - messily, as if he was perhaps half as attracted to you as you were him.
When he started to press his slender digits into you he felt how terribly desperate you were for him.
"you really did enjoy that, didn't you?" he crooned.
Pleasure lost to shame as you nodded quickly, your flush deepening. He pulled back from you so that he could watch your face contort as he pleasured you against his convent bed. With his other hand, he unhooked his collar, and fumbled to undo the first button of his shirt.
Breathing hard, he removed his hand from your heat, lay you down flat, and began kissing your torso, slowly making his way down to your aching cunt. His hands held your hips tightly, and you opened your thighs, welcoming the beautiful man's tongue in.
You had to use all your remaining willpower to not moan his name. The greed of his warm tongue lapping at you, and the way his fingers held you so tightly sent pleasure streaming through your body. Small moans found their way out of you, despite your attempts to stifle them.
Eyes full of lust, the vicar lifted himself from between your thighs, and scanned your face.
"More?" He asked.
"Fuck- yes please, God- I- I need it" you stuttered. He laughed lightly once again, and began to unclasp his black pants. Coming back to you, he kissed you in the same needy manner as he had before, but this time you could feel him taking his member out of his constraining underwear. Then you could feel him touching himself while he was attached to your mouth, tongue dipping into your kisses with the taste of your desperation on his lips.
"Tell me you want it" he whispered, after pulling away from your lips.
"Please, I want you inside of me, I need it- I just- I need it" you spluttered.
He positioned himself and slowly pushed his way into you. "Fuck" he breathed, as he looked up at his ceiling, his face contorted with pleasure, his brown hair falling either side of his face.
He was breathing hard, as if it were taking everything in him to be patient with you. When he was fully enveloped by your needy cunt, he began to fuck you.
You, for the second time today, found yourself fighting to keep from moaning, with noises forcing themselves out of you, despite the stars in the corner of your eyes, a production of your will to be quiet.
"hush," he panted, splaying his miraculous fingers over your mouth "I don't want anyone at the church to spread any silly rumors"
He fucked into you harder and faster as he grew closer and closer to his release. If you were barely able to contain yourself before, seeing the vicar throw has head back in ecstacy had you losing control.
your eyes trailed down his body, his hair becoming slick with sweat, face contorted from pleasure, and collar hung loose around his neck, framing his adam's apple that bobbed every time he forced himself to swallow.
Suddenly, at the thought of how attractive this man was, you were hit with the realization that you were about to come. "Fuck- I'm gonna- please- don't stop'' you said into his fingers, which had now loosened a considerable amount.
"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" he replied, sending you over the edge, which, in turn, broke his orgasm into you. His face was as disgracefully gorgeous as it had ever been, with him fucking into you the final few times, before collapsing next to you.
"you okay?" he asked. You smiled back at him weakly.
Hey! I love your writing ♡ I don't know if you write cock-warming, but if you do, could you write one with the 10th doctor? Many thanks!
Hi! Thank you💕 I do write that!
TW: cock warming, swearing, not proofread.
“I’m sorry … ya said what now ?” The doctor stood in shock as you stood there with your hands folded together in front of you while biting your bottom lip.
“I said… I’d like to cockwarm you.” You repeated but some form out doubt entered your mind for a second. Should you have said it? Did you say it’s weird ? Should you run away now?
“I heard you I’m just trying to understand what it is that you’re wanting to do? Is this a new thing?” The doctor scratched his head before putting the puzzle pieces together of what you said. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. “OOOH!l he pointed his finger at you which made you giggle because you seen the light flicker on in the realization light bulb he had on.
The two of you stood in silence before you moved forward to place your warm hands on his chest. The Doctor arched his eyebrow at you while you dragged your fingers down his shirt until you reached his belt. It filled you with excitement knowing he’d give you what you wanted because after all you are his companion , his longest companion to date! You played with the zipper on his pants before finally letting his pants drop to his ankles.
“My my doctor , always full of surprises aren’t we?” You curled your lip into a smirk as he gulped. He watched as you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and tossed in across the room.
“You haven’t any clothes on under that!” It was almost like he’d never seen a naked woman before at least he wanted you to think that.
“Oh! You’ve caught me.” A chuckle left your lips.
The doctor grabbed your hands and pulled you close. Skin to skin, warmth radiating off of each other , hearts beating loud, it was all you’ve imagined since you met him years ago. Your hand cupped his cheek while he grabbed your cheek and ran his thumb slowly across your face back and forth while keeping eye contact with you. It felt comforting.
“Let’s try this cockwarming now yeah?” He sat down , patted his lap and watched intently as you swayed your hips in a teasing way until you straddled his lap, grabbed his cock with soft hands to help guide the head between your folds and but his lip as you sank down on it.
“OH FUCK!” The sting you felt was painful at first since you had never been this close to him. The two of you had shared some kisses, a few handsy make out sessions and he did grab your ass once when the TARDIS was shaking a little too hard, but the fact he held onto it longer than he should’ve had you asking questions. The Doctor made a face you’ve seen before, a face of pleasure but this time it was more intense.
“I must say… this is a nice feeling.” He ran his hand over your back in a loving manner .
“I knew you’d like it.” Your lips crashed into his making him grip your arms before pulling away. His pupils were blown, mouth hung open, if you weren’t cockwarming him you’d swear he’d just cum in that moment .
“Now what happens?” He asked.
“You carry on doing what you were doing and I sit here keeping your cock warm!” You grinned ear to ear. The Doctor nodded in agreement as if he understood. He grabbed the book he had been reading and you laid your head against his shoulder. No a word was spoken between you two for at least twenty minutes but just having this closeness made you tingle which made you clench around his cock. When you clenched he’d try his best not to react but he’d let out a fake cough to hide his moan.
“Doctor?” You peeped.
He looked down at you with hungry eyes. “Yes?”
“I need more !” You sat up straight holding his shoulders and before he could even set his book down you found yourself slowly bouncing up and down on his stiff cock. He threw his head back in pleasure as you picked up the speed. He wasn’t use to this but it scratched that itch he couldn’t reach until he met you.
“Take it , it’s yours.” He was mindlessly blabbering now , not that he doesn’t do that already but this time it was because you were riding him in a way that made his brain short circuit. Your hands stayed flat on his chest as you rode his cock harder. Loud moans escaped your lips as you rode him. His cock was hitting that sweet spot that only your toys have reached before, it made you crazy how good his cock felt.
“Mine, all mine.” You whined before leaning down to kiss him. His hands gripped onto your hips tightly helping guide you along his cock. He always heard of porn but seeing you so flushed, so weak, panting like a bitch in heat! He’d never have the need for porn in form again. You were his porn star!
“Oh? All yours. Yes!” He hissed as the build up inside of him was on the edge. It had been a long time since he did anything like this. You were a dream come true.
“Doctor! I’m so close.” Your own build up was on the edge as well. The two of you looked each other in the eyes as you rode him as hard as you could making you whine in pleasure. “Oh oh Oh! Fuck! Doctor!” Your orgasm rushed over you making you shake in his arms as he took over to thrust up into but not for long because his own orgasm shot into you making you feel full.
Both of you cried in pleasure as each of you came down from the high of the orgasm. It was a line you thought you’d never cross with him but you did and you’re glad you did! The way he held you tightly and kissed your head as the two of you laid still made you feel a different type of warm, a warm you’ve always dreamed of experiencing but so did he! He wanted to feel a real connection with someone and he found that in you.
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summary: the most beautiful day of your lives is coming to a close, but your wedding night is about to begin. spencer shows his love to you by setting up the most beautiful room— and giving you the pleasure you deserve.
content warning: mdni 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, fluffy wedding night lovemaking (like sickeningly sweet), softdom! spencer reid, a little bit of nipple play, multiple orgasms, lots of pet names usage (angel, beautiful, baby, good girl), married couple, mentions of longer hair and white wedding dresses, creampie (i hate this word omg), sweet aftercare, no use of y/n
w/c: 5.4k words!
genre: smut, fluff
a/n: soooo welcome to my triumphant return. life kinda got crazy and i didn't want to force myself to write but now that it's summer...ideas have been coming to me. i pictured like season 7-9 spencer but you can imagine any season. this turned out way longer than i thought but i'm so proud of it! can you tell the olivia album inspired me? :)
Spencer's fingers were entangled with your own, his thumb brushing the back of your hand in soft little circles. His brown eyes were shining in adoration as you looked up to meet his gaze, the elevator hum a distant noise in the background— a soundtrack to the beginning of the most anticipated night of your life thus far. He had been looking at you this same way since you walked down the aisle hours ago, like you were something sent from the divine. Just thinking back to that moment, that white dress still flowing all around you, you felt a familiar lump rise in your throat. You were his, and he was yours.
“Baby,” he murmured, searching your eyes and reaching his free hand up to cup your cheek. “You okay? Your eyes went all misty for a moment.”
Damn it. Now you want to cry again, not tears of sadness, no– but in pure joyful emotion. You had married a man who noticed even the slightest change of your eyes or or an off breath.
“I’m more than okay,” you manage to whisper but it comes out more like a choked out wobbly breath. “I just– the way you're looking at me. The way you looked at me. I’ve never felt so much love.”
Spencer leans down to press his forehead against yours as the elevator steadily climbed to the hotel's top floor, the warmth of him flooding your system.
“I love you,” he whispers firmly. “With everything I am, with every breath I take. I’m so happy you’re my wife. I know you know but I need to tell you it again and again. I can’t stop saying it. I’ll always look at you like this because you’re my love. Every chamber of my heart beats in unison for you.”
Just before you could fully burst into tears at the sweetest words you had ever heard and wash off all the makeup that you had spent hours applying this morning, the elevator beeped and opened revealing a long, elegantly styled hallway.
“Cmon, angel,” Spencer murmured softly, his breath caressing your ear. “I want to show you our honeymoon suite,” He tugs on your hand and you giggle at the way he practically drags you down the hallway like an overeager puppy, stumbling beside him.
When you make it to the door at the end of the hallways, Spencer suddenly stops to face you. You open your mouth to speak and then—
“Whoa,” you gasp as he picks you up, his lean but strong arms sliding under your back and your knees to form the classic bridal style hold. “Baby what are you doing?” you giggle into his shoulder, filled with elation. You’re pretty sure you know what he's doing, you just want him to say it.
Spencer smiles down at you and it feels like the warmth of ten thousand suns shining down on you, and healing every emotional wound that ever hurt you.
“I am carrying my very beautiful bride across the threshold of our honeymoon suite, and then I am going to spend the entire night worshipping her.”
You immediately turn that familiar pretty shade of pink that Spencer loves, still not used to hearing him talk like this—even after all this time together.
“You look impossibly pretty like this,” he smiles as his gaze traces the features on your face. “You don’t even know how much.”
Before you can respond with a doubtful quip disguised by humour, he maneuvers you in his arms so he can push the hotel room door open.
Your breath catches.
“Holy shit.”
His eyes fill with pride and you can feel his spine straightening. The room was absolutely gorgeous. The room was lit, not harshly bright, yet light enough so you could see everything. The large windows had the curtains pulled back to reveal the glistening lights of the city. In the center of the room was a king bed, draped with silk sheets and piled with fluffiest pillows you had ever seen. The sheets were covered with rose petals scattered about, and at the foot of the bed sat a basket filled with champagne and other things you couldn’t make out.
“I called a week ago and asked them to set all this up. Penelope helped me find your wedding pinterest board and I wanted to make tonight special, especially since you planned the wedding so beautifully,” he smiles at your wide eyed expression as he puts you down from the bridal carry and kneels down to remove each one of your beautiful but painful heels that had been pinching your toes for hours. “You do so so much, and I'm not the most creatively inclined but I wanted to do this for you. I know I’m about to show you how much I love you physically but I wanted to show you a different way too. I…I hope you like it.”
This. This is why you married him, you thought as he removed each heel— pressing a kiss to each knee through your dress. Not for his incredible profiling skills, not for his astonishingly high iq of 187, not for his tall stature, or his beautifully sculpted face, or his brown doe eyes or his pretty pink lips or his messy brown locks but this. How much he cared. How he remembered the details, like you offhandedly mentioning your pinterest board. How he didn’t mind sleeping with a nightlight on during storms because he knew you got scared. Every single note filled with a fun fact a day left in your lunch. How he would listen to you ramble on and on about your favorite shows that other boys might laugh and call too girly, but he made a detailed chart with you on whether Jess or Logan was Rory's soulmate in Gilmore Girls. You married him for him. For the way he loved you in a way you thought was only possible in fairytales.
“Spencer,” you breathe out shakily as his eyes lock onto yours, looking impossibly soft. “I don’t even know how to describe how I’m feeling right now. I love you. I love you so so so much. I can’t believe you asked Penelope for my pinterest board. I can’t believe you even remembered me mentioning it. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Of course I did…I love you,” he smiles gently as he tugs you closer, his hand wrapping round your waist. “I’m going to be doing things like this for you forever. It’s the least I could do. You are the most incredible girl in the entire universe,”. He smirks as he leans his forehead down to touch your own. “And that's saying a lot because the universe is actively expanding and actually the rate at which it’s expanding is accelerating which means—”
“Wait,”. He suddenly stops and takes a breath. “I’ll tell you about galactic redshift later because I’m getting too distracted by how you look in this dress,” His lips slightly turn up as his voice lowers. “And how much I want to see it on the floor.”
You can feel your face heat up for like the ten thousandth time today and you groan, pushing a strand of hair back behind your ear.
“You can’t keep saying these things,” you pout and he quickly leans down to press a quick peck to your lips. “I can’t help blushing. I think I have a chronic blushing problem.”
He laughs as he picks you and gently sets you amongst the flower petals on the silky bedspread, putting the basket on the floor before tossing his suit jacket aside.
“Chronic implies that it's long lasting which in this case I think is ideal,” he kisses your forehead in between words as he sits beside you on the bed. “You look too cute blushing— I don’t ever want it to go away.”
You giggle until his lips brush yours and every other thought melts from your mind. He kisses you so gently at first, like you’re porcelain on the verge of shattering. One of his hands reaches up to cup your face, while the other one settles on your waist—contentedly drawing little circles into the fabric of your wedding dress with his thumb. You sigh against his mouth as every nerve ending in your body seems to spark to life all at once.
At your sigh, his breath hitches and his tongue slowly slips into your mouth at the given opportunity. The hand that was against your cheek slides to cup the back of your head as he gently lowers you to lay back against the pillows. Your hair splays out, and he raises up from your lips to stare down at you adoringly.
“My beautiful wife,” he breathes out as his eyes trace your every feature. He lowers his lips to barely brush against yours once more. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”
Before tears of emotion could fall from your eyes, he's kissing you again, and you can feel how much of himself he’s putting into it. He’s kissing you like your lips are what will save him from an incurable disease. Your wedding dress is twisted and flowing around the both of you, and his hands slide under you to fiddle with the delicate buttons on the back.
He raises his head once again and smiles at you, and everything that is outside of the little bubble the two of you created disappears.
“Can I take this dress off baby?” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Yes please.”
“Your wish is my command,” he winks and you giggle, amazed at the way he can turn everything from serious and deeply intimate to funny, and yet still make the silliest of things romantic. “Sit up a little for me, angel.”
You obey him and his soft voice without question. His long fingers begin to attempt to unhook each button. Keyword… attempt.
He huffs with a slight pout as his nimble fingers fail to get a grasp on even the first button.
“I have an IQ of 187 and yet these buttons seem to require one even higher. Why are they so tiny? I mean they're beautiful… but Vera Wang certainly doesn't design with efficiency in mind.”
“You should send them a letter.”
“Haha… very funny,” he pouts again as he finally manages to unhook the first one. “I have half a mind to.”
Suddenly his face brightens and his eyes get that twinkling look again.
“I have an idea,” he grins as he leans down towards the buttons. “Kisses for good luck.”
You smile and start to giggle again until you feel the press of his lips to each button through your dress. The butterflies come to life in your stomach again and begin to fly in dizzyingly fast circles.
“There we go,” he murmurs as his lips brush each button and somehow…they unbutton as he tries his hand at it once more. “Told you. Kisses are good luck. Scientifically proven now.”
“You don’t believe in luck,” you whisper as his fingers unhook the last of the buttons.
“I do when it comes to you,” he breathes out as he gently pulls the sleeves of your dress down your arms, and lays you down to pull it off the rest of your body.
Damn, you’re blushing again. And you don’t think it will ever go away as long as Spencer is alive to make you feel this way.
Once the dress is all the way off, you hear Spencer's breath catch, and you look up at him shyly through your eyelashes. You were in wedding lingerie, that this morning your bridesmaids giggled and complimented as they helped you dress. The lingerie was white and lacy, delicate edges against your skin.
“You,” he leans down to kiss you between each word. “Are..” Kiss. “So…” Kiss.” Pretty…” Another kiss.
“Do you like it?” you murmur, stealing another kiss as he lifts his head once more. “I wanted to look pretty and special for tonight.”
“Like it?” he blinks like he doesn’t understand what you’re saying. “Angel…like is too insignificant a word for how I feel about you in this. Like… is used for saying you like a drink or dessert. Like…is a widely disproportionate word for how I feel about you. I feel like love is even too small to describe it.”
He exhales and leans down to kiss the lace of the bralettes edge, murmuring sweet things that you could barely make out.
“Hey,” you murmur as you reach for the buttons on his white dress shirt. “I can’t be the only one half naked.”
He grins as he raises his head, and now it's your turn to fumble with buttons.
“Here,” he whispers, as his larger hands cover your shaky ones and begin to help undo the buttons on his shirt. Once he reaches the end, he shrugs off the shirt and tosses it on the floor, not caring where it lands.
You let out a soft breath as he lets you gaze upon his chest. He was so handsome, so pretty. He wasn’t built with bulging muscles or a wide chest. Instead, he was built especially for you. He was lean yet defined, strong without being crushing.
You didn’t have any words so you said the only thing that really mattered.
“I love you, Spencer Reid.”
He leans down, and right before his lips meet your own you catch the mist that begins to cloud his eyes.
“I love you,” he murmurs as he kisses your lips and then begins trailing his own lips down your neck.
“I love you,” he repeats again as his lips latch onto that special spot on your neck, the one he's studied thoroughly and knows it’ll make you squirm. Your hips slightly arch to meet his as he sucks and gently bites at the skin, marking you as his own. You can feel the length of him, a not so subtle hardness pressing against you.
You let out a whiny whimper and you can feel his smile spread across his lips as he keeps kissing his way down to your lace covered breasts.
He kisses all around the lace edge and then reaches both hands up to cup them, marveling in how they fit within his palms.
You whine again as he gently squeezes and begins to knead them, the sensation shooting down between your legs.
“These are so pretty,” he mutters in a low voice as he stares at them. “So perfect for me, look at how they fit in my hands.”
“Oh…god,” you let out in a breathy little moan, the feeling and the sight of him playing with your breasts causing the damp patch on your panties to grow even damper.
“Mm-mm,” he tuts gently. “I don’t think a deity is making you feel like this right now baby.” He grins as you let out another soft little whimper. “Who’s making you feel this way right now? Cmon…you can say it.”
“Spencer!” you cry out as he rolls his hips against yours while he continues playing with your breasts, the friction causing a delicious pleasure to flood your senses.
“Thats it angel,” he whispers against your lips with each slow roll of his hips. “Good job… I knew you could do it.”
The praise he lavishes you with goes straight to your core, while he simultaneously reaches around to unhook the lacy bra, this time his fingers not fumbling at all. As it falls off he stares once again for a moment, before lowering his head to attach his lips around one peak while his hand paid attention to the other breast so it wasn’t neglected. He gently sucks and laves his tongue over it causing an exorbitant amount of high pitched noises to leave your lips.
He detaches for a moment to gaze up into your eyes.
“Is this good, angel? Do you want me to keep going or do you want something else?”
“It's so good,” you manage to choke out as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. “But can…can you use your mouth and fingers on me?”
Of course, your cheeks pinken again and he grins.
“Where do you want them baby?”
“You know where.”
“Uh-uh” he shakes his head, trying to hide the slight smirk that begins to form across his face. “I need you to say it. Do you think you can do that, huh? Tell me where you want my fingers and mouth. I need to know exactly.”
“I want them…down there,” you manage to squeak out.
He sighs as he shakes his head again.
“You’re going to have to be a lot more specific, beautiful girl,” he crawls down the length of your body. “‘Down there…,’” he leans down, his breath ghosting above your knee, “could be anywhere.”
He presses a kiss to your kneecap and then the side of it as you pout.
“Did you mean down here?”
“No…”
He grins and brushes a kiss to your inner thigh.
“Then did you mean right here?”
“Spencer!” you whine again, looking down at him petulantly.
“Tell me where, angel. Use your words,” he whispers looking up at you with soft eyes this time. “You can say it, it’s just me. I’m your husband. Don’t be embarrassed.”
You inhale softly, swayed by the love in his tone and the truth of his statement.
“Can you use your fingers and your mouth…” your eyes duck down as your voice gets incrementally lower with every word that escapes your lips, “on my…on my pussy?”
Your voice comes out in the softest shyest whisper on the last word, but he still smiles gently.
“Of course baby,” murmurs and inches up a little bit to play with the little lace bow at the top of the edge of your panties. “Good girl, I’m so so proud of you for saying it.”
He presses a kiss to the bow, his lips skimming the lace and his fingers brushing over the wet patch that was increasingly becoming wetter.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he says in a low tone, with a hint of pride. He begins to slowly inch the panties down your thighs and legs, like he was unveiling the most precious treasure in the world. “Look at you…” he breathes out, “so pretty and perfect. My wife. Made just for me.”
You let out a breathy little gasp as his long fingers part your folds. He lowers his head so that his warm breath ghosts against your clit, and you whimper as you helplessly squirm. As you looked down upon his head between your legs— his hair fell in front of his forehead making him look even more handsome in the low lighting.
He swipes his thumb against your aching clit, making you cry out as he relieves some of the tension. Your hips jump and he laughs softly and then...
“Oh—” you gasp as his head finally lowers and he flicks his tongue against your clit, his hands gently holding your hips down in place. “Spencer I— ah!”
He continued licking at your clit, and then gently sucked at it, raising a high pitched sob from your throat. You could feel him alternate between flicking his tongue and suckling, the combination leaving you squirming and whimpering under his touch.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more pleasurable, he gently slipped a finger inside of you, moving it very slowly at first, and then finding a comfortable pace after he felt your walls adjust around him.
“Spencer it feels—” your words were cut off by the moan that you couldn’t help.
“Yeah baby, I know…it feels so good, I know,” he murmurs as he looks up then leans back down to suckle at your clit again. “You don’t have to say it, just let me keep taking care of you.”
He continues to pump his fingers in you, adding a second one— then a third when he feels you’re ready. You could hear the obscene sound of your wetness as he licks and moves his fingers in and out, curling them until he hits that spot inside you. That spot that he knows will send you to the highest of heavens.
“Spence…mm..” you whimper. “M’close.”
He doubles down his efforts, but what sends hurtling over the edge of your orgasm was his whispered ‘I love you’ against your clit.
You shake and tremble through the waves of pleasure as he continues between your legs, licking and sucking as you ride out your orgasm.
When you finally lay panting, he presses one last quick kiss to your clit, the sensitivity making your hips slightly buck again and a soft whimper to leave your mouth. He makes his way back up to look into your eyes.
“Hey,” he breathes out. “Are you okay?”. His eyes search your own. “You did so well, looked so beautiful.”
“I’m good,” you whisper shakily, looking into his adoring gaze. “I…wow.”
He smiles gently and begins covering your forehead and cheeks in soft pecks.
“Do you want a hug?” he says softly, looking back up into your eyes.
“Yes please,” you whisper, wanting so desperately to be in his arms before he enters you again.
He lights up, and pulls you into a hug, his lips brushing the top of your head.
“I love you so much,” he hums out, rubbing your lower back.
“I love you too,” you whisper back into his bare chest.
He holds you tight for another minute, whispering soft ‘I love yous’ ever so often.
“I’m ready,” you whisper against his chest and he knows exactly what you mean.
He kisses your forehead and sits up, beginning to slide his boxers off. You watch in soft adoration as they fall to the floor, and his pretty cock comes into view. You’ve never thought a cock could be thought of as pretty, but Spencer has proven you wrong time and time again.
You reach out to wrap your hand around it, but he gently catches your wrist in his own hand and holds it away.
You begin to speak but he gently shakes his head, hair falling into his eyes.
“I want to make love to you now,” he breathes out as he eases you back onto the bed. “I want to be inside you and if you…touch me now…I might not last.”
When you're laying flat against the pillows again, his hands come up to hold onto yours beside your head. His eyes lock onto yours and you can feel all the love he has for you in his gaze. The emotion builds and builds in the silence until a lump forms in your throat and suddenly your eyes are stinging.
“Hey…hey,” he exhales, pressing his nose to yours, as you feel a drop of water make its way down your cheek. “Don’t cry, angel. I love you so so much. I’m right here. We’re married now,”. He swallows and now you can see that he’s on the verge of tears too. “You’re…You’re my wife now.”
He quickly swipes at his eyes before reaching back down to interlock your fingers again. He kisses each salty tear away with the aching tenderness that makes your heart squeeze.
“I love you so much,” you breathe out as he reaches down to position the tip of himself against your entrance.
“Love you back…my perfect girl…my wife,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead gently, then sweetly pecking your nose. “Ready, baby?”
You nod, unable to speak, because if you do you might start crying again.
He gives you the most gentle, the most impossibly sweet smile before he begins to sink into you. You squeeze his hands tight as he presses deeper slowly, taking his time to savor the first moment you are connected as husband and wife.
You gasp as he goes as deep as he can go, his cock kissing the most inner parts of you. His forehead pressed against yours, and his eyes were closed. This was it. You felt every emotion spiral through you, both of your souls swirling and dancing around each other, connecting in the most intimate of ways.
“God…” he breathes out, his voice trembling. “I love you with everything I am. You feel so good around me. You’re a perfect fit, like always. I don’t–...I can’t—,” he chokes out, taking another breath before continuing, “Every part of me belongs to every part of you.”
A tear rolls down your cheek, one that you both don’t bother brushing away.
“I’m your girl forever,” you say shakily. “I want to be like this always. I never… I never want to be without you, Spencer,” You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer, his chest, pressing against your own. “You’re my other half.”
He swallows back the lump in his own throat, his Adam's apple bobbing, before he smiles softly and kisses your forehead.
“Us forever,” he whispers into your ear, then draws back to lock eyes with you, as he begins to thrust slowly. “It’s you and me.”
You gasped as his cock brushed against the most innermost part of you again and again. Every part of you was connected to every part of him. Each slow stroke sent sensations throughout your whole body— echoing into your bones. You clutched at his shoulders, fingers digging into his bare skin as he made love to you.
“That’s it, angel,” he whispers into your ear. “You’re doing so well. There you go,”. He looked at you with the kind of reverence one would show a religious landmark. You were the temple that he worshiped at.
His thrusts remained slow but deep as he looked into your eyes— hitting that spot deep within you that made your whole body tense and clench around you.
“Is that it?” he murmurs, reaching down to rub slow circles on your clit in tandem with his purposeful strokes. He smirks as you let out a high-pitched ‘ah’—hoisting your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. “Yeah… that’s it.”
"You don’t have to be so smug about it,” you manage to choke out between high pitched gasps. “I-oh,” your voice dissolves into the prettiest moan Spencer has ever heard.
Spencer's breath hitched—any confident remark he was about to fire off gone as he felt your walls clench tightly around him again. He gazes at you like you were a miracle that he was somehow lucky enough to stumble into because, to him, you were.
Spencer?” you whimper into his shoulder, as he adjusts your hips so he can hit that glorious spot each time.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Harder…please.”
Spencer's breath stutters at your whine, and you can hear the soft inhale he takes in your ear before he nods, adjusting his weight above you and starts to firmly thrust into you. The sound of the headboard rattling against the wall above you was almost erotic in its own way— knowing that Spencer was putting that much effort into bringing your pleasure that a whole king sized bed could shake.
“You’re so good,” he breathes out as you clutch and cling to him, sensing you nearing the edge. “You’re my wife…my perfect girl.”
He keeps circling your clit, building you up through a steady rhythm instead of quickly trying to get you to your peak. As your body started to tense and tighten, he pressed kisses all over your cheeks and face, light brushes that were so light they felt like a feather caressing your face.
“Baby, I’m close,” you whimper as your hips lift, chasing the friction of his hand as he thrusted.
“I know,” he breathed out, kissing your collarbone. “You’re doing so well. Let me take care of you, I’m gonna get you there.”
As he murmured sweet nothings in your ear, the waves of pleasure grew and grew until they reached their crest— and you shattered around him with a broken moan.
“Spencer!” you cried as your body trembled and he held you so close it almost hurt but you didn’t care.
“Let go baby,” He whispered as he continued with slow strokes as you rode out your orgasm. “I’m right here. I’ve got you. We have this forever.”
You pant softly as you come down, him still thrusting gently trying not to overstimulate you as he reaches his own peak.
“Fuck— baby,” he gasped out as you felt him tense then spill into you. “I love you.”
As you both catch your breath together, you look up into his eyes, a post orgasmic haze hovering around the both of you. Your hand lifts, trembling a bit, and you push the soft curls back from where they were hanging over his forehead into his eyes so you could have a clearer view.
“You okay?” he whispers, studying every inch of your face to make sure there was no lingering soreness. “I went a little harder towards the end there. Was that okay?”
You smile because this was Spencer. Soft and sweet and yours. Always checking in and returning his gentle self after taking control and giving you the most pleasurable sensations you’ve ever felt in your life.
“Spencer,” you breathe out, pulling his head closer to yours to steal a kiss in between words. “That was amazing. Best wedding night ever.”
He presses another peck to your lips, then raises his head to look into your eyes with a silly smile forming on his lips.
“Best wedding night ever?” he laughs, poking the tip of your nose. “This was your only wedding night ever.”
You giggle as you reach up to poke his nose back.
“Yeah, but in my imagination if I had ever had any other wedding nights, this would be the best.”
He caught your wrist before you could poke his nose again, and a slow smirk spread over his face before kissing your forehead over and over again.
“I guess we just have to get married over and over to each other so we can have more wedding nights and do a comparison of all of them,” he smiles as you begin to giggle again, warmth from the sounds of your laugh spreading throughout your chest. “That way I can run a statistical analysis.”
“Only you would suggest analyzing our wedding night for science,” you smile as he continues pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead.
He smiles as he leaves one more peck on your nose, before rolling off you and standing up.
“Where are you going?” you pout, the warmth that had been present only seconds ago now gone cold.
He smiles as he reaches down to stroke your hair.
“I am going to get something to clean you up,” he whispers, “and then…we’re going to order so much room service.”
You perked up immediately.
“Room service? Can we get whatever we want?”
He laughs as he comes back with a warm washcloth, sitting beside you on the bed again.
“Whatever we want, angel,” he says softly as he leans down to gently clean you between your thighs. His touch was so soft, wiping away whatever remained and soothing any lingering soreness.
After he finished and quickly disposed of the washcloth, he lay back beside you and you immediately found yourself back in his arms— like you were two opposite ends of a magnet.
“I love you,” he murmured against your forehead. “My lovely, perfect wife.”
You looked up from your cocoon in his arms, and met his eyes, overflowing with adoration.
“I love you too,” you whisper back, eyes fluttering as you tried to force yourself to keep them open— not wanting this night to end quicker than it had to.
“Hey,” Spencer breathed against your forehead, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes, “you can go to sleep…I’ll be here. I’ll always be here. We have tomorrow like this, then our honeymoon… then forever.”
Your stomach flipped again at the mention of forever, as his breath warmed your ear. You were plastered to him, like you were an extension of his body.
“Don’t let go,” is the only thing you come up with to whisper back, because if you tried to say more you might start crying from emotion like earlier.
He immediately shakes his head, like even the notion was absurd.
“Never ever” he whispered back with one final sleepy kiss to your forehead.
You fall asleep mid mumble of ‘I love you’, and he just smiled against your forehead, squeezing even tighter.
You didn’t have to finish the sentence. He already knew. You had forever to say it again, anyways.
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hiiii! i hope you guys enjoyed, this took me like a wholeee day to write! if you liked it pretty please like and reblog! it would mean so so much to me!
how he would listen to you ramble on and on about your favorite shows that other boys might laugh and call too girly, but he made a detailed chart with you on whether jess or logan was rory's soulmate in gilmore girls. you married him for him. for the way he loved you in a way you thought was only possible in fairytales.
oh the bar is HIGH !!! on the ceiling !!! in the sky !!! also imma need to know which gg boy he likes better for science
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spencer ‘germaphobe’ reid is obsessed with messy sex with fem!reader, spit and sweat and cum absolutely everywhere
18+ (smut!)
wc: 1,525
⋆ he first discovers how much he likes cumming on her by accident, she’s in his lap and grinding on him, and they’re both naked, and he’s so pleasantly overwhelmed at the sight of her like this:
her lips and nipples are red and swollen and glistening with his spit.
she has wet hickies littered all over her neck and chest.
they both have a thin layer of sweat on their bodies.
he is so so insanely turned on.
so when he sees her lick her palm, and she wraps her hand around him to guide him inside of her, he accidentally cums immediately.
some of it splashes up to her stomach, dripping down her pelvis and through her pubes, some even reaches all the way up to the underside of her breasts.
the rest of it coats her hand.
he’s so obsessed with the sight that he can’t even think to apologize for cumming too soon and getting her all messy.
“fuck, baby, look at you.”
and when she starts licking his cum off her hand, he’s already getting hard again.
this sparks a fascination with seeing his cum on various parts of her body.
⋆ he’s fucking her in missionary, and he begs her to let him pull out and cum all over her breasts.
he’s been sucking and licking on them as he fucked her. they’re all shiny with his spit.
“please, let me cum on them, baby. please, can i?” he says to her between kisses.
she whines and nods, his thick cock stretching her and leaking hot beads inside of her has her awestruck.
he watches as it flows around the swell of her tits, and he slowly licks the warm and sticky mess off until she’s clean, thanking her profusely and telling her how hot she is.
“you look so beautiful and so divine like this, baby.”
⋆ when she’s on her knees for him, his dick and her lips a deep red and glistening with her saliva, he gets an idea:
he warns her that he’s about to cum and she maintains her pace, knowing that he loves watching her swallow all of him.
he gently pulls her head off of him, “wanna cum on your beautiful face, baby. can i?”
she just nods, breathless from just having him down her throat.
he starts jerking himself off and she swats his hand away to take over.
he doesn’t last long at the vision of her kneeled in front of him, her fingers and hand looking so small around his thick cock, eyes wide and shiny, expectantly waiting for him to cum all over her.
he’s entranced with each spurt of his cum that paints her face, dripping from her eyelashes, down her cheeks, some on her nose and forehead, some mixing with the spit on and around her mouth, some even reaches up into her hair.
she’s completely covered in his cum.
she even opens her mouth for him as he’s cumming, tongue slightly protruding out, so he gets to watch as it lands on her lips and tongue, as well.
“oh fuck… such a good girl.”
he still gets to watch her swallow some of him and he’s completely enthralled, groaning at the sight of her.
⋆ and when he has her on her hands and knees for him, a thin layer of sweat on her back from pushing backwards into his thrusts:
her head is turned sideways and he can see the proof of their messy kisses on her mouth, lips shining and red and slightly bruised from his teeth catching on them.
her loves this position so he can watch her ass jiggle against his hips with every thrust.
he asks if he can cum on her asscheeks (still so respectful even after drenching her over and over again with his cum).
she says yes, knowing and loving how much he loves it at this point.
he thinks about marriage as he watches his spend spurt all over her gorgeous ass and lower back, wanting to get to do this with her for the rest of his life.
his absolute favorite is watching his cum drip out of her pretty little hole, though.
seeing it mix with her juices and his saliva that’s either there from eating her out or spitting on her in the middle of fucking her.
he’ll get between her legs to spread her pussy lips with his thumbs to get the best view of it flowing out of her.
he can’t stop himself from leaning in to lick her clean once it’s all dripped out.
⋆ he knows it’s respectful to ask her where she wants him to cum, so he does.
and when she responds with, “wherever you want,” his brain short-circuits; he loves her so much.
he’s learned to let himself start cumming inside of her so he can watch it flow out of her, then he pulls out mid-orgasm and paints the rest on any body part he wants.
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⋆ she tells him that some people like spitting into their partners' mouths off-handedly, thinking he might find it completely disgusting and maybe even laugh at the concept:
until he’s fidgeting in his seat and pulling at the crotch of his pants at the idea.
the next time they’re fucking, he holds her chin with a thumb on her bottom lip.
“open up, baby.”
she does, and he slowly lets a long string of spit fall onto her tongue, and the sight of it has his thrusts faltering.
he then experiments (he’s forever a man of science, after all) with watching his spit drip onto her collarbones, her breasts, her stomach, and, of course, her pretty pussy.
⋆ he encourages her to do it to him when she’s sucking his cock, he’s lying on his back, and she’s between his legs.
he’s entranced by the look of her spit slooowly stretching down to his tip.
⋆ he asks her to spit in his mouth when she’s on top, swallowing it with a smile on his face.
⋆ when he’s lying on top of her, and they’ve been messily making out, and he reaches between her legs to caress her clit and finger her:
she’s absolutely dripping for him, so what he does next is completely unnecessary, but he just can’t help himself.
he pulls his hand up to her mouth and asks her, “can you get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby?”
he watches in awe as she sucks them between her lips, cheeks hollowed.
the feeling of her warm tongue and mouth around his fingers has him grinding against her hip.
when he pulls them out to get back to pleasing her, he can barely handle the way they look: glistening and shining with her saliva.
a string of spit connects his fingers to her lips, and he’s so painfully hard.
⋆ she’s not sure if it’s pushing it when she’s riding him and she puts her fingers on his lips, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t object.
he takes three of her fingers into his mouth with absolutely no hesitation, sucking and licking all over and in between them until they’re completely dripping with his spit.
she reaches down to rub at her clit, and he can still see her fingers shining as she does, making him cum deep inside of her with a groan.
⋆ when she’s sucking him off and a string of saliva connects her lips to his flushed tip, he has to focus on not cumming on the spot.
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⋆ the first time she cries during sex, he is sooo conflicted:
he immediately stops his thrusts because he’s worried about her first and foremost.
but, he can’t stop the twitching of his dick inside of her.
“shit, are you okay, baby?”
“yeah, spence,” she nods, “feels too good.”
“oh, fuuuck.” he groans as he continues his deep penetrations.
he kisses her cheeks where her tears fall, and licks his lips between each one.
⋆ when she gets teary-eyed while sucking his cock, he can’t stop himself from pushing his hips forward to send himself deeper down her throat.
when he finishes by cumming all over her face, he’s enthralled by the look of it mixing with her tears.
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⋆ when she’s all sweaty, he loooves licking it off of her:
in the summer months it acts as a part of foreplay.
he loves it most when she’s all sweaty after fucking him, though, and the way he licks it off of her after is so so sensual.
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⋆ oh and he’s so obsessed with pulling her panties off of her and she’s so obscenely wet that they stick to her folds on the way down.
and when he can see her creamy discharge on them.
he has definitely brought them up to his lips to taste her there, and will suck on her panties until she’s whining and rubbing her thighs together, so so desperate for him.
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⋆ god help him the first time he makes her squirt, he almost cums completely untouched at the sight.
and don’t even get me started on how he feels about period sex and food play
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