✶ pairing | jack abbot x f!reader, implied rabbot x f!reader
✶ word count | 1.3k
✶ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, praise kink, mild degradation kink, masturbation (m & f), sex tapes, pet names, sexual fantasies, boyfriend abbot, implied threesomes, blowjobs, orgasm control, teasing, undisclosed age gap
✶ summary | are we even friends if i can't share my girlfriend sometimes, and jack off to the thought?
✶ notes | i am by far more of an abbot girlie but i can respect the robby thirst. boaf.
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“Oh fuck, just like that…”
The sloppy, wet friction of Jack's palm stroking his cock from root to tip in slow, languid pulls reverberates from the tinny speaker on your phone; the amateur camera work and weak lighting offer a perfect, albeit grainy, view of his hands between his thighs.
From the fat, weighty girth of his shaft, and glittering trails of pre-cum dripping from a swollen cockhead to the jolt of his hips when he runs a calloused fingertip along the underside, catching a vein.
It's unfair he looks as good - sounds as good - as he does when he's half a city away.
You nearly swallow your tongue from how hard you bite back your whine when he grunts out your name. Every hitched breath, every low moan is a mockery; liquid fire pooling low in your belly, molten and gooey.
The neighbors are home, and the shitty apartment walls are tissue paper thin. The last thing you need is another noise complaint. Meeting that crotchety granny's disapproving glare the last time Jack slept over after railing you into the mattress for hours was humiliating enough without involving your landlord.
But god do you wish you could touch him; miles of bare, freckled skin and shifting muscle begging you to kiss, lick, nip your way around. Taunting, teasing.
Soon, you promise. The lease will be up, and then I can get dicked down and scream however loud I fucking want to.
The very thought makes you vibrate in place, your cellphone shaking in your hand as anticipation for what happens next coils behind your navel like a hook.
Not only have you lost count of how many times you've watched this video (and masturbated to it), you're long past knowing the timestamps for your favorite moments, every second burned onto the backs of your retinas.
Jack shoves a free hand through damp curls, pushing them back off his forehead as hooded eyes peer into the camera propped up on his bedside table. "Bet you wish you were here right now, don't you? Oh, I know I certainly do, honey. Want you to sit nice and pretty on my cock - would you do that for me, be my best girl?"
You lick your lips in reply, saying, "Oh god, yes. Please."
Fingertips tease along the elastic of your panties, a pantomime of what Jack would do if he was here. He loves keeping you on the edge for hours as he plucks and plays with all your strings until you cry. If it didn't get you so fucking soaked, you might feel a bit more offended at how easy it is for him.
In the video, the corners of his lips quirk up into a filthy smirk, his stubbled jaw flexing with the movement. Fresh slick dampens the gusset of your underwear, and you bite down on the soft fat of your bottom lip.
"Shit, I know that's right. You always take me so well, like you were made for it."
"Mm, wanna have you so deep I can see it through my stomach," you reply to the empty room.
Using a thumb to circle the swollen head, he teases out little pearls of pre-cum and hums. "Is my pretty baby lonely," he asks. "Missing - ah, fuck - me..." he pauses, considering the camera before continuing, "and Robby? It's been a while since we've all played together, hasn't it."
Your mouth waters and your clit throbs imagining the taste of your boyfriend on your tongue, the thick stretch and weight of him in your mouth while Robby plasters his broad chest to your back, the air punching from your lungs with the heavy thrusts of his hips as his cock bullies its way inside of your messy cunt.
The way his hands latch onto your waist as you try to inch away, fingers digging into the tender plush as he yanks you back into the cradle of his body - the soft croon of Jack’s praises while he wicks away your tears as you gag around his shaft.
It’s seldom your boyfriend likes to share - even with Robby, twin flames as they are - but when he does? You can’t walk straight for a week, thoroughly devastated and jelly limbed.
“Please,” your fingers can’t help a quick circle around your clit for relief, all smooth wet friction through the cotton of your panties that makes you whine. “Wanna play, baby. Need it so fucking bad…”
Jack's head rolls back onto his crumpled pillow, the long line of his throat exposed. When he swallows, his Adam's apple bobs and you grapple with the urge to sink your teeth in. Wish he was in the room with you so you could roll over and ride him into oblivion.
Now comes one of the best parts of the video.
Your stomach clenches, your thighs rubbing as you lift the screen closer to your face in anticipation. Your cunt throbs in time with your heartbeat; aching for the deep reach of those talented fingers, the sinful curl of that tongue lapping at your folds, the fullness of his cock buried so deep the head kisses your cervix.
“Just wanna make you cum over and over,” Jack husks, voice low and full of grit as the pace of his strokes increases. “Can’t stop thinking about your pussy, h-how soft and wet and warm it is. Wanna--” he gasps, hand a blur along his shaft as his balls draw up towards his body, “Wanna suck on your pretty little clit til you cry. Make you squirt all over this cock - shit, you gonna be good and make a mess for me?”
You tremble with restraint, nails digging into your thighs as your heart pounds in your ears.
You want, oh, you want.
Your limbs feel like static, live-wire electricity dancing along your nerve ends as you stop yourself from shoving a hand down your panties. Your breath catches and a mantra of please, please, please runs on loop in your head.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He looks ragged, his pelvis flexing with every downward stroke of his fist. His eyes are half lidded, dark and depthless as they stare into the camera. On the edge, barely hanging on as he forces the words past grit teeth and swollen lips, “Fuck, yeah. I know you would. Such a dirty little slut.”
Your dirty little slut, you think, half deliriously.
“I’m gonna cum deep inside that tight pussy and m-make Robby clean you up with his tongue. Stuff you s-so full he has to eat you out for hours, use those long fingers of his to play as he tongue fucks you until you’re cum drunk. Til it hurts and you look at me with those big eyes of y-yours and whine and I - hhhahh fuck… fuck!”
His body locks up, teeth clenching down on his words as his jaw works. Shoulders rounding back as the circle of his fingers presses down on the base of his shaft, his free hand massaging his balls in time with the thick spurts of fluid that gush from his cockhead - milking him the way your pussy would as he cums, and cums, and cums.
By the end, he collapses into the mattress, rung out and panting. Sweaty hair clings to his forehead and his stomach is a mess of sweat and slick.
He tosses an arm over his face with a half-hearted laugh before peeking at the camera from under his elbow. His grin is bright but exhausted, and the fingers of his free hand play with a puddle of quickly cooling ejaculate.
“Mm, wish you were here, sweetheart,” he purrs. “I’d much rather cum on that pretty face of yours.”
Jittery, you swipe out of the video with a shaky breath and click into the camera app. After all, turnabout is fair play... and a few of your new toys need broken in. What better way than to test drive a few and send along the evidence of your arousal?
(Nevermind the fact that Jack WILL undoubtedly be using them against you the next time you see him, and will show no mercy.)
Jack and Robby don't go out much and when they do it's certainly not to the trendy new bar that opened a short walk away from the hospital. But when a patient promises Jack free drinks for him and a friend well...
They weren't expecting much, then they saw you. When drinks end in the best sex of your life, you weren't complaining. And when they want to see you again how could you ever say no?
Each Chapter will be inspired by/named after a Steven Rodriguez song.
You watch the clock as it ticks to the next minute. One minute down and 120 more to go.
Two hours wouldn't be a problem but at nearly nine months pregnant? It’s becoming an obstacle.
You can't hate it too much though since you were the one who begged your boyfriends, Robby and Jack, to let you keep working until your daughter was born.
It took an unceremonious amount of begging and pleading until they finally caved, but on one condition.
You weren't to touch any patients. They couldn't risk you getting hurt by anyone or being too close to sick patients.
So, your only options were to sit with Dana at the hub, stock supply closets and carts, or pick a resident or nurse to shadow. You love Dana and as much as it was your best option to sit, you wanted to be up and about.
So you chose your loophole option, tagging along with Frank Langdon.
—
Frank was your best friend. You both had been in the same classes in medical school and then ended up in the same new rotation of interns at ptmc. You guys have been stuck like glue ever since then.
Robby called you both two peas in a pod, which is where Frank got the idea to call you ‘Pea’. He was also the first person you told, after your boyfriends, that you were pregnant.
It was moments like that and more that he was there for. He had been your go to person and you his.
Which made it all the more difficult when it was found several months ago that he was stealing drugs from the hospital and using. Your heart broke that your friend had been hiding this and suffering alone.
It also broke your heart that it caused an enormous rift between him and Robby. He immediately wanted Frank gone from the hospital and away from you. You understood his reasoning but Frank was alone in this.
You refused to not be there for him, especially when he went to rehab for the last eight months. There was never a shortage of letters you sent him or phone calls when he was allowed. Losing touch wasn’t an option in your book.
This obviously didn't go over well with Robby. Jack did what he could to mediate and bring a little understanding to Robby’s mind. It only worked so much until you announced you were making Frank the godfather of your daughter. Jack once again had to step in to calm Robby with that one.
But as the one housing and growing the baby, you got the final say.
When Frank returned, Jack took you to pick him up from the airport. You welcomed him back with open arms and an open heart.
He came back to work with no issues since he filed for a leave of absence. Robby and Jack were the only ones besides you that knew the real reason.
Due to this, Robby arranged it to where he could come back but on probation. Since Frank couldn’t do a lot without an attending’s approval, he didn't get involved in the crazy traumas.
Therefore, you shadowed him and kept him company.
—
Currently you’re sitting in the imaging room waiting on Frank to finish a patient's X-rays when you feel a sharp pain in your stomach.
You grimace at it but then it subsides.
Okay, good. Now only if Frank would hurt u-
“Holy shit.” You wheeze out as you clutch your stomach.
“Okay, imaging is d-“ Frank freezes as he sees your face scrunched in pain and your hand clutching the chair arm.
“Whoa pea, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
He kneels at your side, worry in his eyes.
“I don’t know.” you manage to say.
The pain subsides again and you feel your body relax.
“Okay, I think it’s gone.”
You sit up a bit.
“I think I just need to stand up. Help me please?”
Frank grabs your hand and pulls you up.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
You take a step as you nod.
“Yeah, it’s probably just th-“ your words stop as you feel a liquid run down your leg and start puddling on the floor from your pant leg.
Your eyes go wide and you look up, meeting matching wide eyes from Frank.
“I guess it’s baby time” you whisper as your heart races.
“Definitely baby time” he whispers back, half a smile making its way onto his face “You’re gonna be a mom soon.”
Your eyes well up with tears.
“I’m gonna be a mom” you say with a matching smile.
“Alright let me call Jack and Robby” Frank goes to pull out his phone.
“No, it’s okay Frank. They’re just upstairs in the pitt. Just walk me to the elevator and we’ll be up there pretty quick.
He nods as you grab onto his bicep for support.
Once in the elevator he quickly hits the third floor button.
You groan as another contraction hits.
“Fuuuuck, this shit hurts.”
Frank huff out a laugh
“Yeah I can imagine but in no time she’ll b-“
His words are cut off by the elevator jostling as it comes to a complete stop.
Your eyes widen but this time in fear.
“Frank, what’s happening?”
He hits the third floor button again.
Then again and again.
“I-I uh I don’t know.”
You both look up at the floor indicator and in bright red it reads
‘Error’
No, no this can’t be happening.
Not here.
You lean forward a bit and hit the emergency button.
“Someone will come soon,” Frank says, sending a text to your guys.
Now all you can do is wait.
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Jack and Robby are at the nurses station going over a patient’s file.
They’re both getting to leave soon but are mostly waiting for you to make an appearance so they can take you home.
You're so close to your due date and they want you resting and comfortable until your daughter arrives.
They laugh at the comment the patient left when suddenly there’s a commotion of voices.
Gloria passes with some maintenance workers in a slightly heated discussion.
“Hey Gloria,” Robby stops her “What's going on?”
She shakes her head in annoyance.
“One of the elevators broke down between floors and we have people inside. The system's jammed and the guys can't figure out a solution” she sighs.
“Oh and the kicker is one of the people inside is a woman that went into labor not too long ago.”
The sentence causes both men to freeze.
She has to be talking about some other pregnant woman.
Not their girlfriend.
Not you.
“Which one?” Jack manages to get out.
Gloria pulls her phone away from her ear.
“The second set on the south end of the pitt.”
As soon as she says that, Jack and Robby make a mad dash down the hall.
—
Once they reach the elevators, they see some people already gathered around a small opening where it seems they attempted to pry the doors open.
Robby is the first to get on the ground to look into the opening and the sight grips his heart.
He looks down and sees you sitting on the ground with your back against the wall, head leaned back and clearly in pain.
Across from you is the main topic of pain for him, Frank.
He shakes his head as he looks back at you.
“Baby, hey, baby I’m here.”
Your eyes open tiredly but that doesn't stop a smile from forming.
“Robby, you're here.”
His eyes start to water as he smiles back.
“Yeah pretty girl, ‘course I am. Jack too.”
Jack pops his head beside him.
“Hey sweetheart, how are my girls?” he asks with concern.
They watch you take deep breaths and wince a bit.
“I’m–I’m okay” your hand touches your stomach “She’s good too, I think. Ready to meet her daddies.” a tired laugh escapes you.
“You’re doing amazing, baby. We're gonna get some supplies for you both.”
You nod as Frank continues to hold your hand in support.
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You keep breathing through the contractions, wishing you could have an epidural.
Wishing this wasn't how you were gonna bring your baby girl into the world.
“Okay, Frank take this” Jack passes down some supplies through the opening.
The bag holds PPE, drapes, warming blankets for once she’s born, and other items for an emergency birth.
“Alright now we need to see how dilated you are sweetheart.”
Your eyes widen and you look at Frank.
He lifts both hands up “Hey, I’m all you’ve got and I’m qualified.”
You roll your eyes.
“Frank, you might be my best friend but nowhere in the timeline of our friendship did I ever envision you seeing my vagina, let alone sticking your fingers in there.”
“Yeah not my favorite thing either” Robby interjects from above you.
You turn your head to him with a look of annoyance.
“Whatever,” Frank mumbles and then looks at you “Look, I'll be quick but this is for the benefit of you and my goddaughter. That’s all.”
You clench your eyes close and nod as another contraction hits.
He hands you a small blanket to hold over your lap as he pulls your scrub pants and underwear down. He puts a pair of gloves on and looks you in the eyes briefly.
“Okay, just breathe.”
He checks and you look at the ceiling of the elevator to distract yourself.
“So, you're around 7 centimeters dilated. She’ll be coming soon.”
Your heart races a little.
Shit, things are about to get real really soon.
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Another hour of contractions rolls around and everything is situated for you. Frank helps settle you on a sterile blanket, another draped over your exposed waist, and he takes your vitals to make sure you're okay.
Jack and Robby both stay at the opening to have eyes on you and make sure everything is going as best as it can.
Just as another contraction passes you feel pressure down in your pelvic area.
“U-Uh Frank, something doesn't feel right.”
The words alert your guys.
“Honey what do you mean? Frank check her now.” Robby directs.
He pulls on another pair of gloves and checks you again.
“Okay, nobody panic,” he takes a breath “but I can feel her head.”
Your heart starts racing as it all starts sinking in.
I’m having a baby.
In an elevator.
This isn't part of the plan.
No, no, no I cant do this.
Tears start falling.
“I cant do this, I cant do it.”
“Hey, don’t say that baby. You’re ready. You always have been. We’ve waited for this day and it's here. Our daughter is about to be here.” Robby tries to reassure you.
“I know this isn't what you planned but we’re all here.”
He looks to Frank, “We’re all here.”
Frank looks back and nods.
—
Robby hadn’t been handling Frank’s return well. He couldn’t forgive him quite yet and it caused strain in all capacities.
Frank had done everything he could after coming back from rehab to make things right with Jack and Robby. Jack was quick to forgive but Robby held out.
Until now.
Frank hadn’t been around your whole pregnancy, something that you wouldn’t admit hurt. He was your best friend and you missed him while he was gone. When he returned, you deemed him godfather of your baby, to the dismay of Robby.
But he was here now and Robby could acknowledge that. He was here when Robby and Jack couldn't be to the full extent.
He was here when it would matter the most.
—
Robby looks directly at him.
“Frank,” he blinks back some tears “Keep them safe…Please keep my girls safe. I trust you.”
Robby didn't have to say it clearly but that sentence alone let Frank know that Robby was giving him another chance.
Forgiving him.
That he was putting a new foot forward.
And he wouldn’t let you guys down.
Not again.
“I promise.”
Then he turns to you.
“Hey, hey Pea, look at me. You’ve got this. Your guys got you from there” he points at Jack and Robby “And I’ve got you here. Right here, right now.”
You nod shakily.
He chuckles a little "You're about to be a mom.”
A smile breaks out on your face through the tears “I’m gonna be a mom.
“Alright mom, let's get your girl here.”
You take a deep breath as you lean back a little to situate yourself.
He pulls on fresh gloves and readies the baby blanket.
“Okay, next contraction I need you to bear down and push.”
You take steadying breaths as you brace yourself.
When the contraction hits you bring your chin to your chest and push.
“You’re doing great sweetheart!” Jack speaks up from the opening.
Robby watches with rapt attention “C’mon baby, you’ve got this!”
You take the encouraging words through each push during every contraction.
After an hour, your body is exhausted but you continue through it.
The next push feels like your body is on fire and being torn open. You yell out as you push.
“Alright her head’s out. Just one more push and she’ll be right out.”
“One more baby, I can see that head of hair!” Robby chuckles as his eyes fill with happy tears.
“Bring our daughter here, honey. She’s right there!” Jack’s voice mixes with Robby’s.
You focus all your attention and strength on this last push and you bear down, hard.
It only lasts a minute and then you feel relief.
The silence is deafening,
Until a cry pierces through the air.
You open your eyes to see Frank lift a small body so you can see.
Your daughter.
She’s here.
“Congrats mama!” he smiles at you.
You start to cry tears of happiness at the sight of her.
Frank then cuts the cord, cleans her off and checks her basic vitals.
He helps you take your scrub top and bra off and lays her on your chest, pulling your cardigan back around you.
“Hey sweet girl” you whisper as you run a gentle finger against her cheek.
You sniffle and look up at your boyfriends with a wobbly smile, both visibly in tears as they look at you.
Their girls.
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Within the next hour, maintenance finally resolves the technical issues and has the elevator working again.
You and baby girl are whisked away to a room where you both are thoroughly checked and monitored.
—
After all the chaos and excitement, you're settled in a bed with Robby sitting at your feet and Jack sitting beside you.
No one can take their eyes off the newest member of the family.
She’s wrapped in a blanket you had packed in the go bag and fast asleep in Jack’s hold.
He gently runs a finger across her cheek, arm securely around her small body.
“Hey tiny girl,” he whispers “Mama, Pops and Papa love you so much. You're the best thing that’s ever happened to us. We’ll always have your back, I promise.”
You lean your head on his shoulder while your heart melts at his words.
“We’re the luckiest girls” you murmur.
Robby huffs out a laugh
“No baby, we’re the luckiest guys. You gave us your love,” he looks at Jack holding their daughter “and then you gave us the world. Couldn’t thank you enough for that.”
You watch as a tear falls down his face.
The moment is then interrupted by a knock on the open door of the room.
Frank stands waiting with his hands in his pockets.
“Hey guys, just wanted to check and make sure everyone was good.”
You nod and hold a hand out to him, motioning him to you.
He comes to your unoccupied side.
You pull him into a tight side hug.
“Thank you for everything you did today Frank. I couldn't have done it without you.”
A slight blush covers his face while he shakes his head.
“You didn’t need me, you did all the hard work.”
Robby lays a hand on his shoulder and grips firmly.
“No bud, you did what me and Jack couldn't do today. You stayed calm and you kept our girls safe. I know shit’s been rough these last several months but I mean it when I say I couldn’t ask for a better person and friend to have done what you did today.”
He lets out a shaky breath “I’ve been awful and unfair to you since you’ve been back. And I'm sorry. Please.… forgive me.”
Frank smiles and nods.
“Of course, Robby."
He claps his hands together gently and then turns towards you.
“Alright, so what’s my goddaughter’s name?” breaking the emotional atmosphere with the long awaited question.
You look at Jack and Robby and they both nod at you. Jack hands the sleeping baby to you and you motion for Frank to take her.
He holds her carefully like she’s glass and looks back to you.
“Frank, meet your goddaughter, Amara Francine Abbot-Robinavitch.”
He freezes at the mention of her middle name.
“W-What?” he says, eyes watering.
He looks at the ceiling while swaying Amara gently, willing the tears to not fall.
“An ode to my greatest friend. Love you Frank.” you smile at him, leaning against Jack.
He nods still looking at the ceiling.
In that moment he’s grateful that you’re his friend.
okay so here’s the thought, sorry if it’s a bit much but hear me out, rabbot x nurse!reader
reader is a nurse at PTMC with rabbot and is currently very pregnant. the guys would love her to start maternity leave a little early but she wants to work as close to the week of her due date as possible. she’s on a morning shift and goes to get something from a supply closet/room that isn’t used/visited too often. her water breaks and she’s in labor but doesn’t have her phone on her and has no way to get help with contractions being too overwhelming. Jack comes in early for shift and he and robby can’t find reader and no one has seen her in a hot minute and so everyone spreads out to look for her. Idk who finds her but yeah and then take it from there if you can or change anything you see fit !!
Surprise Bundle of Joy
Rabbot x nurse reader
Summary: The Ask says it all !!
CW: Nothing serious, talks of pregnancy and not very descriptive birth scene.
Note: Thank you so much for this ask it was so fun to do, nothing is ever too much!! I love detailed asks like this and anything to do with these Rabbot! I hope I did it justice and you enjoy 😘❤️
“Woah what are you doing here?” Parker Ellis, one of the night shift attendings addressed you as she watched you waddle in
“Im working” Your statement was meant to come out lighter and fact based. Instead it came out flat and pissed.
You were 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant with your first child, but you refused to stop working until you hit 40 weeks much to the displeasure of your two boyfriends. Jack and Robby both had tried to throw every medical reason they could at you in the hopes you would take maternity leave. Their only problem was that you were an ED nurse, one that was trained by Dana herself, you are just as stubborn before the pregnancy hormones and even more with them.
The hours before you walked in were spent laying in bed with Robby massaging your feet and ankles after your shower and Jack in the kitchen making breakfast since he didn’t work until tonight. It should’ve been peaceful. Instead they spent the whole time talking about how nice it would be for you to stay home and relax, a sentiment that ended up with you crying about how they don't support you and hate working with you. None of which was true, you just wanted to make them feel bad for asking again.
“Ok big momma, looking good though. You’ll still let me know if you need a fourth right” Parker winked at you before heading off to give report. Her statement had begrudgingly pulled a genuine smile from you as you watched her walk off.
“She is absolutely not a fourth, well unless she can convince you to go home” Robby's contemplative voice filtered from slightly behind you.
“Michael I swear to god,” You fixed him with the most annoyed look you could, “If I have to hear one more thing about this today I will castrate you and-”
Your sentence was cut short by a small pain shooting up your back, it had been happening every once in a while since you had woken up. Nothing worth noting in your opinion, but then again you didn’t work for OB and that was for a reason. Squeezing your eyes closed you began breathing in through your nose and letting it out through your mouth. Which ended in it coming out as a groan, this had whatever response Robby had planned to be thrown out.
“Woah hey, you okay baby?” His hands cradled your face.
“Yeah no, I’m fine. Back just hurts,” strain was evident in your voice, enough to have him guiding you to lean over the counter of the nurses station and apply counter pressure on the sides of your hips. His upper body was slightly bent over you as he used his hands to press against your upper hip.
“Careful Robby she's already pregnant, don’t need to be getting so handsy” Dana’s strong accent flitted through the loud hallways, “You and Abbot are already taking her away from me for maternity leave soon and I’d like some time between the next one”
“What run I got?” you interrupted the two of them as you weren’t about to be treated like you were incapable nor right in front of them.
“Honey I have two options for you; triage or stocking the trauma rooms. But I am absolutely not having you running around with these animals” The harsh look she settled on to you had you immediately choosing stocking.
The shift was going smoother than you had thought it would, very few traumas had come through. So your day was filled with small trips to the supply room once every two hours or so, along with a special chair dedicated for you at the hub and back massages by Robby. Snacks you didn't ask for also found their way dropped beside you from everyone who passed your spot at the hub. The only true downside was that your back ache had progressively gotten worse, the pain and cramps were becoming more frequent. Robby had noticed your discomfort earlier and texted Jack not long after, asking him to come in a bit early for his shift so that he could take you home sooner rather than later. It wasn’t until the last two hours of your shift that things became hectic and took a turn for the worst.
The normal supply closet was out of ET tubes and while you stared at the shelves for at least twenty minutes thinking they would magically pop up, they didn’t. Realizing you would have to go to the overflow storage you didn't want to waste any more time seeing as it was across the unit. Especially since there were incoming traumas and that damn back ache had now spread across your pelvis. That constant heavy pressure was borderline driving you insane. So instead of taking the time to let someone know and getting help since there were boxes upon boxes in that room, you decided to test your independence and speed. A decision you immediately regretted when you walked into the dark and dingy room, and even more so when you heard the loud click of the door lock.
In your hurry you had forgotten that this room was from the old and non-updated area of the hospital that required a badge to unlock the door both ways. A badge that you didn’t have clipped to your chest, no worries you'll just call someone. Searching your pockets and coming up empty with no phone you now realized just how bad the choice to not ask for help had become. Luckily you only had about two hours left in the shift and you knew it would take less than that for at least three people to set off the alarm bells that they hadn’t seen you. So after locating the box of ET tubes and dragging it to the front, you made a makeshift seat out of the other boxes to recline in while waiting for your rescue team.
Unfortunately here at the PTMC nothing is ever that simple, because as soon as you bent down to pick up a pen that had slipped from your pocket, fluid ran down your leg. All of your pain and irritability had begun to make sense. You were actively in labor.
“Oh shit, nonono!” You began looking around for any type of call bell or something to make a loud noise to alert others, while what you now knew were contractions started up one more with a vengeance.
“Ughhhhh shit fuck goddman it!” leaning your upper body onto a pile of boxes so that you were at a table-top position you still had your mind about you to time the contractions and hope someone came looking.
Meanwhile back in the ED, people were beginning to notice how long your absence became. However, they couldn’t tell Robby just yet since he was at the tail end of a multicar pile up trauma surge. Thankfully Jack Abbot had walked through the ambulance bay with a change of comfy clothes for you in his bag along with other comfort items that he knew would make you feel better. His full intent was to clock in early and help you change and feel better before you and Robby went home. But within seconds he was swarmed by Victoria, Dennis, and Trinity all talking at once and very loudly.
“Dr. Abbot, thank god she’s been gone for a while -”
“No one has seen her in a minute-”
“Robby has been stuck in the traumas-”
“Woah, hold on, what are the three of you talking about?” Jack slung his bag off his shoulder and turned to fully face them, “Who has been gone for a while?”
With his direct attention on them no one exactly wanted to tell him outright that they had lost his and Robby’s baby momma. So instead they all kind of looked at each other and kept their heads down, but that was enough to tell Jack it was you.
“Fuck, two of you go get Robby and tell him whats happening, and the other needs to go get Dana because she can arrange a search in seconds.” As they all scattered away in urgency Jack tried calling your cell and tracking it, which didn’t get him far seeing that it showed two feet away from him at the desk.
“WHAT!” The loud boom of Robby came from trauma one as Dennis and Trinity tried to gently tell him they lost you, “She is nine months pregnant and you lost her?!”
Dana was quickly following Victoria back to where Jack was standing with a gaggle of nurses behind them all equipped with radios and papers along with crude drawings of the hospital layout.
“Okay I need four of you’se going east and four others going west,” Dana watches as two groups assemble themselves and head, “out okay I need at least three more to search around the ED central every nook and cranny understood! Robby, Jack c’mere”
She took a minute when seeing their panic to give them each a hug and remind them that you more than likely just fell asleep somewhere. Robby and Jack shared their own quick embrace and shared soft reassurances to each other.
“Okay the Dad’s with me, you too ducklings. Now what do we remember?”
“Uhm well I remember seeing her like 45min ago when I gave her a twix that she was craving.” Trinity was able to recall at least the moment she had seen you in the ED last.
“Great, that means it's been less than an hour, that's good. Okay who else?” Dana looks at each encouragingly.
“Oh I remember she was headed to the supply room for ET tubes” Victoria yelled before leading the group to said area, only they came up empty as you were nowhere to be found once they walked in.
“FUCK!” Jack slammed his hand on the shelf watching as a few catheter bags flew off.
“Hey, we will find her okay I’m sure she's okay” Robby’s gentle brown eyes captured his frantic hazel ones as he began spiraling down a road of panic.
You weren’t okay however. Your contractions had started coming less than four minutes apart and lasted for three to four minutes. Again you weren’t OB, but you were pretty sure that meant your baby was coming incredibly soon.
“Wait, there's no ET tubes here” Dennis remarked as he looked around the room.
“What could that possibly have to do with this right now huckleberry” Trinity had just gotten off the radio with another group when she caught his statement.
“That means she had to go to central supply! And Dr. Abbot you said she left her badge and phone at the station?”
“Yeah what about it kid where is this going?”
“The door locks! It's from the old part of the hospital she probably locked herself in there!” Dennis had barely finished his revelation before the two attendings shot towards the direction of the room.
The closer they got they could hear your pained groans fill the empty hallway.
“Baby, is that you?!” Jack called out
“Ugnnhhhh YES, FUCKKKKK!”
The door was all but busted down by Robby who scanned his card and burst through the door followed by the rest of the group. You had just enough time to bring your hoodie to lay over your naked bottom. Surveying the situations like the doctors they were, it wasn't hard to deduce what was happening. With the sheen of sweat that covered your body, the wet pants thrown across the room, and most of all the way you were sitting on all fours with a hand between your legs.
“I would like- ooooh” a deep guttural groan left your throat, “ Gurney and room now!”
Within an instant Jack and Robby were at your side, while the four others ran to get what was told plus ready a room. Robby slung out gloves from his pocket and slipped them on to check your cervix while Jack helps you to wrap your arms around his shoulders in support.
“Okay I don’t want to freak you out honey but I’m touching her head.” Robby looked at Jack over your shoulder, “I don't think we are going to be able to wait for the gurney”
“Nope- because I’m already pushing!” It was mere moments after your statement that you began bearing down as you felt your contraction begin.
“That's it baby breath through it,” Jack's voice rang through your ears as held onto you and kept an eye on Robby’s expressions, gauging how it was going.
“Doing so good honey, just one more” Robby's voice was wrapped in joy as he watched the birth of his daughter, Jack began moving you into a more kneeling position at your signal.
You reached between your legs with the help of one of Jack's own hands guiding you to where you can't see past your belly. As the next contraction began you put everything you had left into this push, feeling as your daughter dropped into the hands of all three of her adoring parents. Neither man cared whose it was biologically, all they knew was that they were going to love her unconditionally. It was a quick movement as she was transferred immediately into your arms as you leaned back into Robby who held you and whispered words of praise.
You were so focused on your new little family you barely registered the sound of others rushing down the hall towards the room, nor the shakes that racked your body afterwards. You only had eyes for Jack, Robby and your new daughter Eloise Robinavitch-Abbot. All the pain and the embarrassment and fear disappeared. The sight and feelings had you already planning the next one as you handed her off to Jack who held her while Robby lifted you onto the gurney that was brought just moments too late.
“Missed the whole thing, damn it” Dana remarked as you were laid onto the gurney gently.
“I’ll tell you what next one you what, the next one you can do” Jack laughs as he passes Eloise to Robby who cradles her like the most fragile thing in the world and grabs your hand.
“What we aren’t going to do is this in a storage closet again” Robby looks at you accusingly
“Right because this was absolutely in my birth plan” you rolled your eyes as the jokes started to flow now that the two of them were fathers.
But you wouldn’t trade this for anything especially as the two of them began to show off the baby as if she was a gold medal to each and every person working there. You were more than happy to let them handle the chaos of greets and story telling as Dana helped you get cleaned up and checked out. Yeah you were absolutely ready for the next one.
Summary: Abbot finally manages to persuade Robby into sharing you.
Warnings: Dark-ish Dr. Robby, power imbalance, implied age-gap, jealousy. Smut| eiffel tower kinda threesome, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, praising, pet names.
This is a second part to this fic, but it can be read alone
The bar was crowded. The kind of crowded you could barely hear yourself think, which is probably why Michael hadn’t shut the conversation down right away.
“C’mon, man, I know you two have your own... arrangement.” Dr. Abbot was talking, a little amused at the annoyance on his friend’s face.
Robby was acting as if what he was asking was scandalous. When, really, they both knew how many more scandalous things they’d done together.
“I’m not saying I want it to change, just- y’know...” Jack raised his brow, his gaze panning to you. “We could try once, for old time’s sake.”
Michael’s jaw ticked.
“I’m not sharing her.”
His eyes were on you too now. You were oblivious, laughing and talking with all the other residents at the table across the room.
“C’mon, you know you’d like it.” Abbot rebutted, taking a step closer to the man.
It was like you sensed something was happening. One moment you were laughing with Whitaker; the other your eyes had found the two men staring at you.
It felt as if the world froze, and all any of you could sense was each other.
“Just imagine how pretty she’ll look,” Jack was murmuring, only for Robby to hear, “with two cocks filling her up... How out of it she’ll be while we use her until she can’t take it anymore.”
Michael inhaled sharply, his traitorous mind picturing exactly what Abbot was putting in his head.
“You know you want that,” Abbot continued, sensing Robby’s breaking point closer. “You know you wanna feel her come on your cock while she moans around mine.”
The night’s attending was met with silence for a moment- that was until Dr. Robinavitch finally gave up, shaking his head as he groaned, “Fucking damnit”.
__ __ __
- I’m leaving -
The text told you all you needed to know.
It had been weeks now.
Weeks of stolen glances and murmured praises and secret texts that told you when to start saying goodbye to people so as not to seem suspicious when Dr. Robby left too.
At the end of most shifts, you ended up going home with Micheal, sometimes you even spent the night.
You were, as he put it, his special girl. And it was a feeling like no other.
The only thing that was hard was pretending like nothing ever happened while you were at work. You caught yourself slipping up more times than you liked to admit.
Sometimes it was a reference to “last night,” sometimes it was a touch that lingered too long, or a stare that conveyed too much... thankfully, however, no one seemed to suspect anything.
Or at least no one had brought it up with you.
You made your round of goodbyes, and with the excuse of being tired, you finally managed to get out of the bar.
The chilly night’s air greeted you as the doors closed behind you.
You shivered, closing your jacket as you started to walk to where you knew Michael’s car was parked.
The streetlamps illuminated the sidewalk with a soft glow as silence wrapped around you.
There was no one out.
No one except...
Dr. Abbot was leaning on a car you knew all too well.
Shit.
What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t exactly stop there now. What were you gonna tell him? That you were waiting on your attending so he could take you back to his home and fuck you?
Not to mention the fact you didn’t want Michael to see you talking to Jack- hell, him flirting with you was the reason all of this started.
You were planning to just give him a little nod of acknowledgment and keep walking, when, to your dismay, he shattered all your plans.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
You skidded to a stop, trying to think of what to say.
“Dr. Abbot. Hi,” you finally regained the ability to speak, conceding him a quick smile.
“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” he chuckled.
His arms were crossed against his chest as he watched you with amusement.
You must have looked dumb, blinking up at him from five feet away.
“I just... I was making my way home,” you lied, your voice weak.
“You sure?” his lips pulled into a smirk.
“I-” you trailed off, watching the look in his eyes intently.
And in an instant, it clicked.
He knew.
“Do you... Do you know?” you asked, your voice low as you hurried closer to him.
Again, he laughed as he looked you up and down, seemingly happy with what he found.
“I know a lot of things, sugar,” he murmured, his fingers moving some hair out of your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek,
His touch warmed your skin like liquid fire, sending shivers to places they had no business going.
“I know you’re very beautiful,” he murmured softly, his words caressing your skin. “I know that even if you try to hide it, you like looking at me...”
“Stop,” you whispered, biting your lip, “y- you shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t do what?” he hummed, his eyes falling to your lips as he leaned closer.
Your heart picked up like a hummingbird. You could almost feel his lips on yours, his beard on your skin, and his hand in your hair- when someone cleared his throat to your right.
Fuck.
You gasped, jumping back as if Abbot’s touch had turned scorching hot.
Dr. Robinavitch was right there, looking at what was happening- looking at you.
“We weren’t- nothing happened,” you blurted out immediately, eliciting a cackle from Abbot.
You were expecting to see anger in Michael’s eyes, but when you looked closer... There was just some jealousy; the rest was something else.
“It’s ok, baby,” he reassured you.
“R-really?”
He gave you a simple nod, and you sighed shakily with relief.
Your breathing was starting to get back to normal, but as you watched the two men before you, a weird sensation overwhelmed you.
Michael had moved to stand beside Jack, and both their eyes were on you.
You’d noticed them before,talking in the bar while looking at you, but you just assumed it was something to do with work, but now it felt... different.
What the hell was going on?
“You ever been to Paris, sweetheart?”
It was Abbot’s voice that broke the silence.
“Jesus,” Robby laughed, shaking his head.
Huh?
“W-what?” you murmured, confused.
But they simply looked at each other, a grin on both their lips.
“Nothing, baby, just get in the car.”
__ __ __
You felt dazed as you followed Dr. Robby into his apartment.
The door closed behind Abbot with a loud click, and you almost jumped.
You had no clue what was going on. You had no idea how you were supposed to act.
You certainly couldn’t behave like you did when you and Michael were alone, but it’s not like he remembered that.
He’d already touched you inappropriately, and you hadn’t known how to react.
This was all so confusing.
“You want something to drink?”
While Jack answered positively behind you, you could only shake your head no.
Dr. Robinavitch smiled for a moment before walking to the kitchen, leaving you alone with the other man.
“Let’s get on the couch, yeah?”
When did he get so close?
His breath was fanning your neck, causing shivers down your spine.
“Mh-mh,” you hummed, complying.
You stared at your hands as he sat beside you.
“You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart,” he spoke gently.
His voice was tinged with a delicious warmth.
“I just... I don’t really know what’s happening.”
Abbot couldn’t help but grin as his index finger guided your face up to look at him.
“We’re just here to... enjoy each other’s company,” he murmured, looking at you sweetly. “You don’t enjoy being around me?”
“No, I do,” you nodded shily.
“And you enjoy being with Robby?”
“Y-yes”
“That’s good,” Abbot bit down a proud smile as he moved closer, his fingers toying with your hair. “I bet he makes you enjoy yourself a lot.”
You choked on nothing at those words, heat spreading on your cheeks like wildfire.
“W-what? I-I”
I mean, it’s not like he was wrong. Dr. Robinavitch was definitely the best sex you’d ever had.
“It’s ok, sugar,” he shook his head, caressing your cheek soothingly. “I’m sure he does. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
Your breathing quickened, “Y-you shouldn’t know that.”
“Oh, Robby doesn’t care that I know what you two do,” he grinned, his gaze shifting behind you as Michael came into the living room. “Do you?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to turn and look at the man.
“Can’t say that I do.”
The answer shocked you. Why didn’t he want anyone else to know, but Abbot was fine? That made no sense.
“W-why?”
Michael was shrugging, finally in your line of sight now. He handed a beer to Abbot and sat on your other side, taking a swing of his own bottle.
“’Cause sweetheart...” Jack murmured, placing the beer on the coffee table next to him, before letting his hand slowly move to your thigh, “Robby and me... we’ve got a history.”
You swallowed, trying to make sense of his words.
“A history?” you repeated, watching each man questioningly.
A beat passed, then two.
“A history of sharing women, sweetheart,” Jack spoke softly, but your heart skipped a beat nevertheless.
Did he just say...
“You’re in a rush,” Robby commented, arching a brow at the other man.
“I’ve been wanting this for a long time,” Abbot answered truthfully, his eyes only on you.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and yet you felt almost hypnotized by the look in Abbott’s eyes.
He just grinned, his fingers leaving your face as he reached for his beer and took a sip.
“At the same time?”
It felt dirty to even say it, but the lava-like heat low in your belly was everlasting.
The things you were picturing...
“Yes, baby,” Robby spoke now, his hand finding your other thigh.
“Y-you mean...” you couldn’t even finish the sentence, your brain was short-circuiting.
“Yes, sugar.” Michael leaned closer, kissing you slowly without any warning. “We like to fuck women at the same time.”
You were pretty sure you weren’t breathing anymore.
Both their hands and stares were on you, and you felt like you could have died.
“Is that something you’d be interested in?” Abbot asked, his gaze burning.
“I’ve never done anything... like that.”
You glanced at the beer bottles forgotten on the coffee table, trying to calm yourself.
“We’ll teach you, sweetheart.”
You gulped as Robby asked, “So?”
You looked at each of them, eyes wide, breathing erratic, and the answer was out before you could stop it.
“Yes”
I mean, it’s not like it was much of a tough question- You couldn’t think of one person on this earth that would turn the opportunity down.
Robby’s lips pulled into a smirk.
“Good girl,” he praised you, before crashing his mouth with yours.
You whimpered into the kiss as he tasted you like he owned you- the kiss was hard, branding, and it left you breathless.
He pulled away way too soon, but then he nodded to Abbot, and you felt about to combust.
Was this really happening?
Your question was answered in a matter of seconds, because as soon as you turned around, Abbot was leaning closer.
His kiss started softer, like he was trying to test out the water, or perhaps trying to hold himself back.
But then something switched, your tongue started exploring his mouth too, and he groaned, as his movements turned desperate... hungry.
His hands gripped your face as he forced you impossibly close to him, and he made a point of tasting every single inch of you until he could barely breathe.
Your puffy lips caused a smile to Jack’s face as he leaned away.
He really had been wanting to do this for a long time.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Robby’s voice broke the thick silence.
__ __ __
You were sitting on the bed like you’d been told to, watching with a mix of anxiety and excitement as the two men glanced at each other, communicating silently, before looking back at you.
You had so many questions- you wanted to ask how any of this was gonna work, you wanted to ask what was gonna happen... but no words could make it out of your mouth.
They were silent too. Not in your panicky way, but in a calm, confident way.
Jack moved first, walking to you before slowly kneeling down. His hands fell to your legs, and butterflies filled your stomach.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?”
Robby rounded the bed, the mattress creaking underneath his weight as he came to kneel behind you.
Wordlessly, Jack undid your pants while Robby helped you out of your shirt.
In moments, you sat there in only a pair of panties and a bra.
You would have felt self-conscious, if it wasn’t for the adoration blanketing the men’s eyes.
Michael took off your bra, and you watched Abbot’s jaw tick as his eyes fell to your naked chest.
He didn’t move - it was Robby who initiated the dance.
His mouth fell to your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses on it while his hands traveled up to cup your tits hard, squeezing and groping as he groaned against your neck.
Your eyes were on Abbot as you bit your bottom lip, trying and failing to silence your moans.
It was a weird feeling, having someone watch such an intimate moment... but it was extraordinary too.
It took a moment for Jack to snap out of it, but once he did, he just smirked at you as he slowly peeled your panties off.
You held your breath, your hand shooting to Michael’s hair as he sucked on a spot behind your ear that made you feel dizzy.
Abbot couldn’t resist anymore, as much as he enjoyed the show, he guided your legs to open, watching with twisted satisfaction your whole heat come into view for him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, leaning down further, his fingers gripping the outside of your thighs, “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
You only whimpered as he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, his breath fanning to your core while his lips started to leave taunting kisses on the inside of your thighs.
Soft whines left your throat as his stubble grazed your skin, his mouth inching closer to where you needed it, but never fully reaching it.
You tried to wiggle your hips to get him closer, but all that caused was a smirk on Jack’s lips and a sudden bite to your skin.
You yelped, causing both men to laugh.
“Please,” you mumbled, your chest heaving.
“Begging already?” Abbot shook his head, chuckling as he continued to torture you.
“Jack’s taking his sweet time, huh?” Robby spoke to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You nodded desperately, hoping he’d get on your side and tell the man to get to work... only of course, Robby absolutely loved seeing you like this.
“I wanna enjoy this,” Jack spoke in between kisses, and now licks, to your sensitive skin. “Who knows when you’re gonna let me do this again.”
“If.” Robby corrected him immediately, moving your hair to the side to grant some attention to other spots on your throat. “If I’m gonna let you do this again.”
“See?” Abbot arched a brow, laughing softly as he looked at you. “He’s seriously possessive about you, sweetheart- You really cast a spell on him.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that. The thought of you being so special to Robby... it did things to you.
The distraction lasted only so long, because soon Jack was back at kissing your skin and you were back at whining.
“I’ll give you something to keep you occupied, baby, don’t worry.”
With that, Robby undid his zipper, quickly guiding you to lie down and taking his cock out of his pants.
He pulled your head on his lap, giving his dick a quick squeeze.
“Open up.”
In a second, you found yourself sucking his big tip into your mouth.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it.” Robby inhaled sharply, moving your hair out of the way.
You wanted to do a good job, but the moment you felt Abbot’s lips on your mound, the task kind of fell into the background.
You looked, as much as you could, down at Jack, as he finally gave you what you wanted.
In seconds, all that teasing was forgotten. The man was starving.
His tongue delved into your slick pussy like he’d been waiting his whole life for it. He was licking and kissing and sucking everything he could find, and you were already over the moon.
“Fuck- you taste amazing,” Abbot groaned.
You moaned around Robbys cock, as Jack’s lips began focusing on your clit, stretching it and sucking it into his mouth enough to drive you crazy, just to stop and focus everywhere else.
The room filled with the sound of his feasting and your pathetic attempt at giving Robby head.
Abbot’s nose was deep inside your core as his tongue delved into your hole, eating you out from within and making you see stars.
Your back arched from the bed, but his strong hands quickly pulled you back down.
His biceps were bulging against his shirt, and his eyes were laser-focused on you, watching every single proof of his good job cross your face.
“Jack’s making you feel good?”
You nodded desperately, looking up at Robby, one of your hands gripping his forearm as his friend made out with your pussy.
“Yeah? So much so, you forgot how to suck my cock?”
Those words sent a wave of something desperate through you as you immidiately began trying to bob your head and suck more of him into your mouth.
You looked up at him with apology, trying to please him as much as you could in the position you were in.
“Have mercy on her, Robby,” Jack spoke against your core, shooting delicious vibrations through your body. “Who knows when’s the last time someone ate her out this is good,” he smirked, shooting you a wink. “Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”
Heat invaded your face as you pretended not to hear, all the while not being able to silence your moans.
He really was spectacular at it.
It’s not like Dr. Robby didn’t eat you out, it’s just that it was different... Robby was quick, aggressive; he was a taker. He made you come as if you owed it to him- while Abbot... he was taking his time tasting all of you, showing love to every inch of you, and just simply... giving.
You were making a mess, you were drenched and slick all over, and you could see your juices all over Jack’s face, but he simply kept going, groaning into you in pleasure as he dined.
“Mmmph-” You hummed around Robby’s cock once Jack finally started focusing on your clit again, your free hand moving to grasp his silver locks.
He watched you like a hawk, gripping your thighs as he quite simply decided to put an end to this torture and make you come.
Which he did- in an embarrassing short amount of time, you found yourself crying out like a madwoman as a tsunami of pleasure washed over you.
You regained consciousness as Jack’s lips found your stomach, starting a trail that led him all the way to your mouth.
Robby had taken his cock out of your mouth somewhere in the meantime.
Abbot kissed you softly, letting you taste yourself as your hands cradled his face, palm against his humid stubble.
“You did real good, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded as you tried to calm your breathing.
He smiled, kissing you once more before leaning away and off of you until he was standing up.
It was then that you noticed Michael was already undressing, and renewed heat pooled in your belly as both men stood shirtless in front of you.
“I wanna look at her,” Jack spoke to his friend as he got rid of his pants.
Robby looked at him for a moment as he did the same, appearing almost annoyed with the request.
“Fine. As long as you don’t come inside her.”
At that, Abbot’s lips pulled into a grin and he shook his head, looking at you as he muttered, “So possessive.”
You wanted to smile, but then Jack took off his underwear, and all thoughts left your head.
Your mouth hung slightly open as you blatantly admired him. His pecs, his strong, broad chest, the V-shape pointing downwards to his big, huge cock...
“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he winked, slowly stepping towards you.
Without so much as a warning, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, your feet planted on the mattress and legs spread for him.
He wasn’t much bigger than Robby; he was just girthier.
You glanced at Michael, swallowing dryly.
He was still wearing underwear as he watched the scene unfold.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this.
“You’re gonna be good for Jack, baby?”
You nodded mindlessly, whining softly as Abbot gripped his dick and slid it against your slick folds.
“I’m sure you will, sugar,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you quickly. “You’ll have to forgive me if I can’t fuck you missionary, it’s kind of hard with my leg,” he murmured against your mouth.
He was saying it mostly for himself. It was at times like this that he hated what had happened to him- getting robbed of normalcy, not being able to do what so many took for granted. Not being able to kiss the woman he was fucking, just because of his fucking prosthetic, angered him much more than it should have.
Your eyes panned down to his right leg, nodding slowly “It’s ok,” you murmured.
With that, he kissed you once more before standing upright again.
With how wet he’d made you, he managed to slip into you with ease... or the first inch at least.
Your back arched from the bed as he retracted his hips and thrust into you, repeating the routine over and over again until he was finally fully seated inside of you.
You cried out his name as you fisted the sheets under you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he gripped the outside of your legs.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, stopping for a moment to regain some sort of control. “So tight for me, sweetheart.”
You could only moan in response, the feeling of being so full rendering you a putty mess.
“Please,” you murmured, your hips trying to move to gain friction, “Please, Dr. Abbot.”
“You want me to move?” he taunted.
You nodded feverishly, eyes shut as your heart beat like crazy in your chest.
Yes, please.
“Look at me,” he ordered, watching you comply in a second, “Like that, good girl.”
Your eyes met his, and just like that- he started fucking you.
Your breath got stuck in your throat as his dick began plunging into you over and over again, balls slapping against your ass as you felt him reach parts so deep inside of you that had you curling your toes.
You were whimpering with every thrust, your pussy barely able to stretch around all of him.
“So pretty,” Jack grumbled as he started going harder, faster, shutting your brain down altougether.
You were so lost in Abbot’s gaze that you didn’t notice Robby walking to the end of the bed, right where your head lay.
He was fisting his cock slowly, watching you take his friend’s dick like a champ, until he couldn’t simply look anymore.
Without speaking a single word, he turned your head towards him, guiding your mouth to open with a thumb to your bottom lip.
“R-robby,” you cried out, pupils filled with ecstasy as they almost rolled to the back of your head.
Abbot was making you feel that good.
“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed, impatiently guiding his cock into your mouth.
This time, you didn't even try to suck it. You were too far gone.
Thankfully, however, he took pity on you and simply started using your mouth as he would with your pussy.
The feeling of both of them inside you... both of them using you however they pleased made you feel on top of the world.
You were hot all over, drooling around Michael’s shaft while soaking Jack’s.
Both men were groaning in pleasure, a choir of sounds that made you feel close to the edge even faster.
“Doing so good for us, baby,” Michael groaned, looking down at you almost proudly as he abused your throat.
You were gagging, tears welling in your eyes as your right hand went to grip his waist, needing something to keep you grounded- keep you sane.
“Jack’s making you feel good?”
“Mh-mh,” you nodded as best as you could, glancing at the man furiously fucking you.
“Yeah, I am,” He growled, his movements frantic, desperate, “I can feel you squeezing me, sugar.”
You could feel every ridge and vein of his dick against your velvety walls, claiming every inch of you as if he wanted to leave an invisible mark.
“Taking me so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, “So deep.”
You could only moan in response, involuntarily squeezing him tighter and eliciting a deep rumble from his chest.
“Let me hear her.”
Michael hesitated a second before complying, pulling himself out of your mouth.
Immidiately, you were moaning like crazy into the thick air, your eyes on Jack’s.
He was gonna remember those sounds for the rest of his life.
“Fuck” he grumbled as you whimpered for him, “You’re gonna come for me?”
“Y-yes,” you couldn’t help but mumble the truth, “Please Dr. A-Abbott- please.”
“Jack, sweetheart,” he smiled, “Call me Jack when I’m fucking you.”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“Oh!” you squeaked as Michael’s hand materialized on your clit. “O-Oh my god- Jack- I-I-”
“I know sugar, come for me,” he breathed, “come around my cock like a good girl.”
You glanced at Robby, and when he nodded in encouragement, you couldn’t help but let go.
The tension in your belly exploded with the force of a volcano as your orgasm took over your body.
You writhed and moaned and cried, eyes shut in pleasure, until you could finally remember where you were again.
Jack was still slowly thrusting into you, letting you ride out your high, but the movements were very quickly turning overstimulating.
You could only whine, opening your eyes up again as you tried to scoot away from him.
“Too much?”
“Y-yes,” you nodded, biting your lip.
He smirked, eyes falling to where you were still swallowing him up. “I’d love to get another one out of you, but I think someone’s getting impatient.”
Your eyes panned to the man next to him, eyes dark and cock angry... yes, he indeed seemed impatient.
You gave Jack a lopsided smile, already feeling fucked out of your mind, and he finally pulled out of you.
It was a miracle he’d managed not to bust inside you.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby.”
You felt weak as you obeyed Michael’s command. Your legs were barely holding your weight as you got into position, but it was when you felt Robby climb onto the bed and slide his dick against your folds, when Jack came into view, standing before you, his cock right in line with your face- that you gulped.
You had no clue how you were gonna survive this.
“I-I,” you stuttered nervously, looking at Robinavitch behind you.
He only shushed you as his palm stroked your ass, and he started guiding himself into your core.
“Shh, baby,” he cooed, “You can do it- I know you can... now be good and suck Jack’s cock while I fuck you, yeah?”
You swallowed the sand in your throat, trying to stifle your moans as he filled you up.
“You want to be a good girl for me, right, baby? For us?”
Finally, you nodded. Of course you did.
You looked back at Abbot as Michael seated himself completely inside of you.
You cried out, your body and consequently your face sliding forward with the thrust, making your lips come in contact with Jack’s tip.
Having it right in front of you like this made a completely different effect. Trimmed gray hair adorned his base, and his cock looked even bigger up close.
You eyed his member worriedly before looking up at him.
He smiled at the look in your eyes, his hand shifting to move some hair away from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek to caress your skin.
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he soothed you, gently guiding his dick into your mouth.
His head fell back, hissing under his breath as you instinctively hollowed your cheeks.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his hand going to fist your hair in a makeshift bun as you began working him into your mouth, all the while looking up at him like a literal angel.
Michael needed to speed things up because he was already much too close to the edge.
Thankfully, it was like the other man heard him and did exactly that.
Robby’s pace quickened and hardened at the same time. His thrusts turning brutal, scathing, and leaving you a complete mess.
You could feel him everywhere, every single cell in your body was being overriden by how good he was making you feel.
He was fucking you like he always did. He claimed you, fingers buried into your skin enough to bruise, and cock so deep inside of you, you’d feel like something was missing the moment he pulled out.
Actual tears dampened your cheeks as his pace forced you to gag around Jack’s cock.
“Good girl,” Michael groaned, landing a quick slap on your ass, “take it, like that- good.”
“Doing so good, sweetheart,” Abbot breathed from above you, knuckles white with the effort not to come in your mouth much earlier than he wanted to.
You were moaning around him, nothing but a doll at their mercy as your body moved however they wanted.
You weren’t in control anymore- not that you ever were- but now you felt truly so out of it you almost wondered if you’d already fallen asleep and this was just a hot, lucid dream.
As spent as you felt, however, a burning, familiar feeling started coiling low in your belly.
Michael’s hand reached your tits, his fingers toying with your nipples, before suddenly pinching your right one, and that feeling only heightened.
Your walls were strangling Robby’s cock as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Fuck- that’s it.”
His fingers found your bundle of nerves, and it was like the pearly gates of heaven opened up for you.
Your muffled cries sounded through the room as, once again, you reached your peak.
“Good girl— come for me.”
Jack didn’t even try to hold it anymore and came with a loud grunt, forcing himself as deep as he could down your throat and painting it all white.
“I’m gonna fill you up now-” Robby was hissing, his thrusts turning sloppy as he got closer and closer “Gonna give it all to you, baby— all of it.”
And that’s exactly what he did. He filled you up with a growl, flushing his pevis with your ass in one brutal final thrust.
Your legs trembled as you dropped onto the bed, eyes closed and breathing erratic.
Both men were staring at you, at the come leaking out of your core, at the mess that had become of your hair, at the flush on your cheeks... and they couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Fuck, man,” Robby shook his head, still out of breath.
“Told you it’d be worth it.” Jack grinned, patting the man’s back.
Robby has never been a fan of birthdays. This year, loneliness drives him to download Tinder on an impulse, only to come across the last person he expected to find there: his favorite resident.
warning/tags: minors DNI, p0rn with little plot, masturbating, sexting, pet names (sweetheart and good girl) robby loves talking you through it, unprotected piv, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, body hair, fingering, creampie, handjob, kinda softdom!robby, age gap (I imagined reader being in her 20s or 30s but could be in her 40s too, tried to keep it broad)
For those of you who read it the first or second time I uploaded it: during the days the fic was down, I expanded some scenes, added a bit more dialogue, and made it a little kinkier along the way. You might want to read it again for some extra content
He knew this was stupid, plainly a terrible idea. On any other day, the thought wouldn’t have even crossed his mind, but today wasn’t any ordinary day. Today was his birthday. Fifty-five years old, and he had never felt more lost in his own life. Nothing had turned out the way he’d once imagined it would. If someone had told him, back when he was a resident, that he would still be coming home to an empty apartment at this age, no wife curled up on the couch waiting for him with a tired but loving smile, no chorus of small feet thundering toward the door, shoving drawings into his hands and saying “Look what I made for you today, daddy!” he would have laughed in their face and called it a cruel joke.
Yet here he was. No relationship had ever survived the weight of the hours and the way his mind stayed trapped in the ED long after he left it. He couldn’t be present anymore, not the way a partner deserved. The job had hollowed him out in ways he hadn’t noticed until it was too late.
It had been almost a year since he ended things with Noelle, not long after he returned from his sabbatical. He’d told himself it was the right thing to do. Maybe it really was better this way. At this point in his life, trying again felt pointless, almost selfish. He was saving whatever good women were still out there from the inevitable complications of loving Michael Robinavitch.
But today the emptiness hit differently. The apartment felt quieter than usual, and his thoughts were louder, circling like a vulture. He knew it was the birthday doing this to him. Birthdays had a way of dragging the sorrows out into the light, every missed milestone, every abandoned version of the life he thought he’d have. Jack had tried to pull him out of it, offering a beer after shift, but Robby had politely declined. He wasn’t in the mood for forced cheer, for anyone raising a glass to another year of the same.
He’d made it clear to the whole department that he didn’t want any birthday cake, no cards, no presents, nothing. Still, the well-meaning murmurs had followed him all day: “Happy birthday, Dr. Robby,” each one met with a progressively wearier smile until the words blurred together. By the end of the shift, he was only managing quiet nods of acknowledgment, the kind that said thank you and please stop at the same time.
So here he was, in an apartment that was too big for himself, lying on a couch that felt even bigger, downloading Tinder on his phone. He rubbed a hand over his face, he’d tried Tinder once, maybe two years ago. Downloaded it, swiped for a week, then deleted it when the superficial nonsense started bothering him too much.
He started with the basics. Photos. Robby opened his gallery and scrolled slowly through the meager collection. Most of the images were work-related, grainy screenshots of charts, or blurry shots of trees and roads he’d taken during his bike rides. After a long hesitation, he picked a silly selfie he’d sent Jack a few weeks earlier. He was holding up the book the two of them had been texting about, half-smiling at the camera like he felt ridiculous even taking it. It wasn’t terrible, he supposed. He looked… friendly. Approachable, maybe.
Next, he chose one from the department barbecue he’d actually forced himself to attend last summer. He was wearing the sleeves rolled up on a button-down shirt, and holding a beer in his hand. He didn’t hate it, it showed a version of himself that still showed up for people, even when he didn’t feel like it. The last one was from the hospital fundraiser gala two years ago. He looked elegant in that photo in a black suit, but he had to crop Jack out of the frame, his face was still half-visible over his shoulder. Three photos, not exactly a compelling portfolio, but they were honest, he wasn’t pretending to be anyone other than himself.
He moved on to preferences. Gender: Women. Age range… His thumb froze. At first, he set it to 50–60. Women at the same stage he was, maybe divorced, maybe widowed, or just tired of feeling alone. But then something flickered in his chest, part curiosity and part desperation, and before he could talk himself out of it, he dragged the lower end down. Twenty to sixty. The wider net felt reckless, almost embarrassing. But what if the love of his life existed somewhere in that range? What if he missed her by something as stupid as a single year on a slider?
As if the love of your life was sitting on Tinder on a Sunday night, he thought. Don’t be fucking stupid, Robby.
He stared at the screen for a long moment, and with a quiet sigh that sounded too much like surrender, he tapped confirm. Now it was time for the bio. Robby stared at the blank field for a long minute. What the hell was he supposed to say? He wasn’t looking for anything specific. Company? Distraction? Someone who wouldn’t mind a man who came home at crazy hours, sometimes covered in blood and whocarried more baggage than he could carry?
He typed slowly what felt the most honest: “ER doctor in Pittsburgh. Love long bike rides to clear my head and 70s rock. Not entirely sure what I’m looking for here, but if you can handle sarcasm and odd hours, we might get along.”
He read it back. It sounded stiff, after all, he wasn’t used to this. But it was him, and so he hit save before he could overthink it more. The app prompted him to start swiping. Robby leaned back against the couch as the profiles began loading, smiling faces, pictures of holiday destinations, and bios full of lists of requirements. He swiped left on most without much thought.
Left. Left. Left. Some of the women seemed nice, but nothing pulled him in. He kept going until the endless scroll of faces started blurring together. No one stuck, just the same hollow feeling that had driven him to download the damn thing in the first place.
But then your profile appeared. Robby’s entire body froze. The photo loaded first: you, one of his own residents. You were standing in scrubs outside the Pitt with the same smirk you got after a particularly chaotic shift. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered as the heat crawled up his neck. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling right now.
At work you were talented and dedicated, but still green enough that he rode you hard during shifts. And here you were on Tinder, of all places. The thought that you, or anyone else from the department, might stumble across his profile made his stomach twist with embarrassment. He could already imagine the gossip: Dr. Robby on Tinder. How pathetic.
He should swipe left immediately, delete his profile, and pretend this never happened. Instead, curiosity won. Robby tapped on your profile, telling himself it was just… professional concern. Making sure you weren’t doing anything stupid. He cared about his residents. Yeah, that was it.
Your bio loaded beneath the main photo: “If you like girls who will force you to watch her Letterboxd top four and then talk your ear off for hours about the hidden meaning behind her favorite songs, then I’m your girl. Emergency med resident with zero free time. Not looking for anything serious, just fun, meeting people, seeing where it goes.”
Robby let out a chuckle despite himself, the sound was unexpected in the quiet of the moment. He had only ever seen you in the chaos of the ED, running on adrenaline and too little sleep. But this version of you felt… different. He found himself thinking about how little he actually knew you. How little he’d allowed himself to know.
He didn’t know where you were from, or what your family was like, whether you had siblings who called too often or parents you tried to make proud. He didn’t know what you did outside of the hospital besides the occasional beer in the park, or what made you laugh until your sides hurt. All those small and ordinary pieces of a life that existed outside the emergency department.
It felt strangely intimate, seeing you like this. Like stumbling across a part of you he wasn’t supposed to have access to. A version of you that wasn’t filtered through the hierarchy of resident and attending. Up until now, you had been “his resident”, contained within the professional boundaries he’d carefully maintained.
He started swiping through your photos. The second picture was you laughing in what looked like a group hike, with your hair windblown and your eyes bright. You looked undeniably pretty. Objectively, he’d always known you were attractive. The kind of natural attractiveness that turned heads in the hospital corridors even when you were exhausted and covered in sweat. But once again, he’d never thought about it. You were a resident, he’d gone down that path before, and it’d ended badly. That made you off-limits, end of story.
The third photo was of you in a cozy sweater, curled up with a book and a mug of coffee. It was cute, almost sweet. The kind of image that made the loneliness in his chest ache. He kept swiping until the last photo hit him like a defibrillator. You were on a beach somewhere sunny and sandy, wearing a bikini. Your skin was glowing under the sun, and you were smiling at the camera in a confident pose, the kind of effortless beauty that could stop any man cold. Holy fuck, your body barely contained by the fabric of the bikini, the photo capturing the gentle swell and the way the light played across your body.
Robby’s mouth went dry, the heat flooded his face and then lower down his body. He hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t let himself imagine you like this, outside the hospital, undeniably a woman and not just one of his residents. His pulse kicked up, the nervousness made his hands shake and his grip slippery. He fumbled the phone, trying to swipe left fast. Swipe left, damn it, he thought.
But he accidentally jerked his thumb the wrong way, to the right, and the screen lit up with that unmistakable animation.
It’s a Match!
On the other side of Pittsburgh, you had been lying in bed, still trying to unwind after another brutal twelve-hour shift. Sleep felt miles away, so you’d given in to the guilty habit of late-night Tinder scrolling. Sure, swiping at 1 a.m. probably looked desperate to anyone else, but who cared? It wasn’t like you had much of a life outside the hospital anyway.
You swiped left with efficiency. Guy whose entire bio was just a link to his podcast. Left. Gym mirror selfies and nothing else. Left. Self-proclaimed “entrepreneur in the crypto market” with a Lamborghini in the background that probably wasn’t even his. Left.
How was it this difficult to find someone even remotely decent? You weren’t expecting to meet the love of your life in this digital dumpster, but was it really too much to ask for a man with basic social skills and a profile that didn’t scream immediate red flags? Someone whose opening line wasn’t just “u dtf?”
Guy who still clearly lived with his mom. Another left. “No feminists” in the bio, followed by a rant about “high value woman.” Left.
Then your thumb froze mid-swipe. Michael Robinavitch. Your heart slammed against your ribs. There he was, Dr. Robby, looking straight into the camera in one of the photos, that familiar half-smile you’d seen a thousand times in the ED, only now it was on a dating app.
You sat up straighter in bed, suddenly wide awake. What the hell was Dr. Robby doing on Tinder? You’d scrolled through this app for weeks and never seen him before. He must have created the profile recently. The man you’d been quietly (and not-so-quietly) thirsting over since your very first day of residency was right here. One match away.
How could you not like Robby? He was everything you’d ever wanted in a man, strong, steady, impossibly smart, and so damn capable it made your legs weak every single time he gave you a calm and yet authoritative instruction in the middle of a trauma.
You’d lost count of how many times he’d gently reprimanded you for being distracted while charting. He always assumed you were just tired from the long hours. He had no idea that you kept getting lost in vivid daydreams about him: running your fingers through the silver-flecked hair and that coarse, greyish beard, feeling those big hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close.
You loved the way his eyes crinkled warmly behind his glasses when he smiled, the way his voice dropped into that gravelly register when he needed to command attention in the ED… it did things to you. Dangerous, addictive things. Sometimes getting in trouble with him felt more exciting than it had any right to.
His Tinder bio was unexpectedly adorable. He looked a little lost, like he wasn’t entirely sure he belonged on the app but was willing to put himself out there anyway. That bike is not the only thing I’d like to ride, you thought, as a little smile tugged at your lips.
His pictures made you melt and sigh at the same time. That warm, contagious smil, the glasses that struck the perfect balance between hot and endearingly sweet. The silver threading through his beard that made you press your thighs together at the mere thought of feeling it against your skin, between your legs, specifically.
You swiped slowly through the rest of his photos. Those wide shoulders, that tall and solid frame, that soft belly under the button-down shirt… you wanted him in a way you had never wanted anyone before.
It was almost pathetic the way your heart did a little skip every time he complimented your work on a tough case. The way your thighs squeezed together almost involuntarily whenever he stepped in close during a complicated procedure, guiding you step by step, his voice low and patient near your ear. “Yeah, grab the blade like that… make a two-inch incision, softly, very gently.” “Hold the tube with your left hand, tight, don’t move it.”
It made your mind wander to dangerous places. Was he like that in bed too? The kind of man who talked you through it, calm and devastatingly attentive? In your fantasies, he absolutely was. Late at night, alone in this very bed with nothing but your hand and your imagination, you could almost hear his voice murmuring against your skin: “Keep your legs open for me, nice and wide… just like that.” “Look at you… already making such a mess. I’m gonna start with one finger, okay? Think you can be good and take it for me?”
Should you swipe right? It felt like the only logical choice. If he swiped left, which seemed like the most likely outcome, he would never even know you’d swiped on him. But if he did swipe right… then maybe, just maybe, you could end up in Robby’s bed.
Your hopes stayed low. Never in a million years did you actually expect Robby to be attracted to you the way you were to him. You would’ve noticed something by now, maybe in lingering stares, subtle flirting, or any shift in the way he treated you. But he didn’t. He treated you exactly like the rest of the residents: a young doctor he needed to teach, who could sometimes be frustratingly distracted.
Still, you couldn’t contain the tiny, thrilled scream that escaped your lips when the screen lit up:
It’s a Match!
Robby had matched with you. He wanted you too.
“Shit!” Robby dropped the phone onto the couch like it had burned him. It bounced once and landed face-up, the match confirmation still glowing on the screen. He and you had just matched on Tinder. All thanks to that goddamn bikini photo and his clumsy, nervous fingers.
He stared at it, feeling his heart hammering harder than it had during the worst trauma cases. This was mortifying. You’d seen his profile, you’d swiped right, and now you were going to see that he’d swiped right as well. Part of him, the tired and lonely part that had downloaded the app and widened the age range, wondered what you’d think.
A dozen what-ifs tumbled through his mind. What if you saw his profile and laughed? That disbelieving laugh when something genuinely surprised you. What if you messaged him first? Maybe it had been a mistake on your end too. Maybe your phone had slipped, or you’d been swiping too fast after a long shift, half-asleep and a little buzzed. Or maybe… maybe you’d swiped right on purpose, just to tease him. He could already picture the text popping up on his phone: “Oh my god, Dr. Robby. What are you doing on Tinder? lol.”
Robby ran both hands through his hair, exhaling sharply. He picked the phone back up, looking straight at the Send message button. He shouldn’t. The responsible thing would be to delete the app, pretend this night never happened, and go back to being your attending, not your Tinder match.
Instead, he opened your profile again. Robby tried to move past it, he really did, but his eyes lingered on that last photo far longer than they should have. You in a bikini, your skin glowing under warm sunlight. He couldn’t believe that was what you looked like underneath the baggy scrubs you wore every day in the ED.
It felt wrong. Like he wasn’t allowed to see you like this, like he was intruding on something deeply private, crossing a line that should never even be approached between an attending and his resident. Guilt twisted in his stomach, but it wasn’t enough to make him look away.
His body reacted anyway, a sudden heat stirring unwanted, a throb of arousal he hadn’t felt this sharply in longer than he cared to admit. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, hating himself for it even as the reaction deepened. What the hell is wrong with you, Robby? he told himself, but the self-reproach did nothing to dull the pull. What could he do? You were a woman. A beautiful one, and for the first time, he was seeing you not just as his resident, but as someone undeniably, breathtakingly desirable.
Before he could delete his account and go to bed as he should, your message popped up.
You: hii :)
Robby’s breath hitched in his throat. For a split second, he swore his heart actually stopped. Then it slammed back into rhythm, pounding so hard he could feel it in his ears, in his temples, in the tightness of his chest. The little smiley face stared back at him from the screen, innocent and cheerful, as if it hadn’t just flipped his entire night upside down.
You had matched with him. At eleven at night. On his lonely fucking birthday. What the hell was he supposed to say to you at 11 pm. after accidentally matching with her on Tinder? “Hey, funny seeing you” here felt pathetic. “This is wildly inappropriate” felt like a lie because the rush of heat still lingering in his veins said otherwise.
He set the phone down on the coffee table for a moment, dragging a hand over his face for the millionth time. Part of him wanted to delete the match immediately, pretend it never happened, and go to bed like the responsible, professional attending he was supposed to be. But another part, the part that had been sitting alone on his fifty-fifth birthday, couldn’t bring itself to swipe left on this one unexpected connection. So he picked the phone back up and stared at the blinking cursor in the message box.
Another message came through a minute later.
You: robby? it’s me from work... guess you saw my profile too haha
Robby let out a long breath, he couldn’t avoid it now that you’d initiated a conversation with him. It was better to be direct, explain the mistake to you, and shut this down before it got any more awkward.
Robby: hey
yeah, I saw it
listen, this is embarrassing as hell, i was messing around with the app, dropped my phone and it must have swiped right by accident
sorry about that, didn’t mean to make things weird
He hit send and immediately regretted how cold it sounded, but it was the truth. The phone stayed quiet for a moment that stretched too long. He had his eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for your reply so he could shut down this awkward conversation and delete this stupid app before he accidentally matched with anyone else from work.
You: oh. so it was a mistake? damn, i thought you had swiped right on purpose. bummer.
Robby’s eyes widened. You were being direct, not beating around the bush or deflecting by saying it had been a mistake on your end as well. He could practically hear your voice saying it with a teasing edge.
Robby: Sorry about the confusion
i know it might be awkward finding me on here. probably the last person you expected, i don’t usually do this.
You: honestly it was surprising. didn’t peg you as the tinder type at all.
but hey, we all have our moments i guess
Robby: i’m not the type
this is my second time ever downloading it and i already regret it, should probably delete the whole thing before i make an even bigger fool of myself.
You: yeah i get it. i thought the match was mutual so i figured i’d say hi. sorry for texting if it was just an accident. didn’t mean to make it weirder
Robby read your message twice. Thought the match was mutual. The words echoed in his brain. You had swiped right on purpose, not as a joke, not out of morbid curiosity about your boss’s sad dating life. You had chosen him willingly. The realization of what that meant sent a confusing rush through him. You liked him, that had to be it. The thought of you… having a crush on him made a warm feeling run through his body, one he immediately tried to shove down.
Robby: What do you mean you thought it was mutual?
You: idk... i saw the notification and figured you wanted to match with me since it happened. that’s why i said hi right away. didn’t want to leave it hanging if we were both curious
He stared at the screen, his heart beating a little harder. You were so honest and blunt about your feelings, he found himself almost intimidated by it. Some rational part of his brain was trying to tell him this had to be a big joke, there was no way in hell you could like him. You were… you. What would you see in a man like him?
Robby: you wanted us to match? seriously?
You: lol yeah i did swipe right, didn’t i? your profile was actually really nice. the book pic is cute and the 70s rock mention made me smile. plus... i don’t know, you’re interesting. figured why not. no pressure though
Robby: i thought maybe you did it out of curiosity
or just to see if I’d swiped on you didn’t expect you to actually want that
You: well i did. but if it was an accident on your end then no big deal. we can pretend this never happened and go back to normal tomorrow. i won’t mention it at work or anything. promise
Robby let his head fall back against the couch, closing his eyes for a long moment as he exhaled heavily. He knew exactly what the responsible Chief of Emergency Medicine should do right now: unmatch immediately, delete his profile, and pretend the entire night had been nothing more than a lonely fever dream.
But tonight… tonight he didn’t want to be responsible. He didn’t want to be Dr. Robinavitch, the attending who had sacrificed nearly every personal connection, every version of a fuller life, on the altar of the ED. For once, he wanted to be Michael. Just Michael. The man who had matched with you on Tinder. The man who was currently staring at his phone with his heart hammering like he was twenty years younger.
Before he could piece together a polite but firm way to end the conversation and retreat back into the safety of professional distance, another message appeared.
You: i think your profile’s part of the reason i swiped right. the book pic’s really nice
He smiled faintly at that, a rare genuine twitch at the corner of his mouth. Robby leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees.
Robby: your profile’s pretty good too, better than most of the ones i’ve seen tonight
You: aww thanks. your’s so much better than the usual bullshit on here which is not that hard to be
but still finding you here is a nice change :)
Robby: you on this app a lot? seems like you’ve got the profile down
You: not really. i’ve been on a couple dates from here but it’s honestly exhausting. hard to find someone decent in this city. most guys are either looking for hookups with zero conversation or they’re boring as hell. you know how it is
Robby: fair enough.
your age range must be set pretty high if it pulled me up
fifty five isn’t exactly the usual crowd for you or is it?
You: haha yeah well
i like older men
Those four stupid words hit him square in the chest like a defibrillator. “I like older men.” Robby reread them slowly, feeling a dangerous warmth bloom low in his belly and spread outward through his chest. He was an older man, and apparently, that fit exactly into your preferences. Was that flirtation? Were you subtly implying that he was the kind of older man you liked? Or was it just a casual, throwaway comment, something you’d say to any guy on the app who happened to have a few gray hairs?
No. He was spiraling too deep, overthinking it the way he always did. Your words didn’t carry some hidden, special meaning meant just for him. They couldn’t. And yet… No matter how hard he tried to talk himself down, he couldn’t ignore the flicker of validation that lit up inside him. He felt desired, really desired. Not just by anyone, but by you: someone younger, and so strikingly pretty it almost hurt to look at your photos for too long. Someone who, in his mind, was clearly way out of his league.
Robby: It’s okay to have preferences
everyone does.
You: yeah exactly. i just find older guys more attractive than the ones my age. they’re usually more mature, know what they want, have actual life experience. it’s... hotter, i guess. plus the conversations are better
He swallowed hard, feeling his throat suddenly dry. He could practically see your face as you typed those words, maybe biting your lower lip in that teasing way you sometimes did right after nailing a difficult procedure.
Then the bikini photo from earlier flashed unbidden through his mind, and the heat in his body flared hotter. He pictured you exactly as you’d looked in that shot: sun-warmed skin, curves barely contained by the fabric. The thoughts he had no right to entertain came rushing in anyway, pulling him deeper. Thoughts of having you all to himself, of finally being able to run his hands slowly over every inch of that bare skin, tracing the line of your waist, sliding up your ribs, cupping the soft weight of your breasts. Of putting his mouth on you and every sensitive spot until you were trembling beneath him.
Robby: makes sense
i usually go for women closer to my stage of life
we have more in common that way
You: do age gaps bother you?
Robby: in what way?
You: like as a concept. are they a problem for you?
Robby: i’m okay with consenting adults doing what they want
as long as everyone’s on the same page it’s not my business.
You: have you ever been in an age gap relationship or anything like that?
Robby: i once dated a woman a bit younger than me
but usually around my age
He paused before sending the next part, he shouldn’t keep engaging in this deeply unprofessional conversation, but curiosity was getting the better of him. And you were simply so easy to talk to that he couldn’t stop himself from letting his walls down a little.
He typed before he could second-guess himself.
Robby: how much older are we talking anyway?
the men you usually like i mean.
Your reply came fast, like you’d been waiting with the phone in hand.
You: usually over fifty up until their sixties or so. around that range. but it’s just a preference, nothing crazy. i feel like older men usually treat you better. they’re more gentlemanly, know how to actually listen, and they tend to understand what a woman wants... in every way, if you know what i mean ;)
Robby read the message twice. Three times. Four. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck me. You weren’t just being polite or making casual conversation. That winky face, the implication hanging there about “every way”. You were deliberately flirting with him, there was no other way to see it. He shifted on the couch, suddenly very aware of his own body and the fact that it had been a long damn time since anyone had spoken to him like that.
He took a slow breath and replied, trying to keep some semblance of control.
Robby: do you date men closer to your own age too?
or is it mostly the older crowd?
You: i have tried guys closer to my age. some of them are sweet but a lot are still figuring their shit out. you should try dating a woman younger than you sometime though. maybe it’s exactly what you need.
Robby didn’t know what to say. The words hung there, full of possibilities around them. He was still wrestling with a response when another message from you popped up.
You: anyway sorry again for the confusion earlier. i’ll leave you alone so you can keep scrolling through profiles. i’ll go back to robbing the graves haha (joke, get it? because i like older guys... sorry that was sooo bad)
Robby chuckled despite the whirlwind in his head. The joke was cheesy, so perfectly you that it cut through some of the tension. But it also gave him an out, you were offering to back off and let this weird moment fade into nothing before tomorrow’s shift made everything awkward as hell. Part of him wanted to take the exit ramp, wish you a good night, unmatch, delete the app, and pretend none of this happened. But another part, the one that had been sitting alone on his birthday didn’t want the conversation to end.
He tapped over to your photos again, almost against his will. There it was the last one. You on the beach in that bikini, with the perfect swell of your tits catching the sunlight. Holy fuck. He wanted you, the realization hit him all of a sudden, making him switch back to the chat and move his thumbs almost on autopilot.
Robby: Nothing to apologize for
honestly you’ve kept me better company tonight than I expected
You: see? younger women can be good company too :) you shouldn’t close the door so fast. you could meet someone nice if you give it a chance
Robby: you shouldn’t close the door on guys your own age either
there are decent ones out there, you’ll find someone who can keep up with you
You: out of all the guys i’ve matched with here... you’re easily the best one. no contest
Robby: Really? that can’t be right
you’re selling yourself short.
You: no i mean it. you’re exactly the kind of man i’d usually go for. tall, older, smart... and hot
The word hot hit him harder than it had any right to. His face flushed deeper, his clothes felt constricting, his pants uncomfortably tight. Robby’s cock was already half-hard, thickening and pulsing insistently against the zipper of his jeans with every new message.
All because you’d called him hot. Just a little cheeky, playful comment, and it was enough to unravel him. The touch starvation wasn’t helping. It had been so damn long since anyone had looked at him with real interest, longer still since he’d felt this fluttering feeling low in his stomach. This rush of ego, this sharp need to be close to someone, to be wanted, to touch and be touched.
Robby: thanks i guess
you’ll meet someone worth your time, you’re a good girl
The message was sent before he could fully reconsider the wording. The second it went through, Robby winced. It sounded weirdly sexually charged, maybe it was because he was feeling sexually charged, painfully so. A Freudian slip at its finest.
You: good girl? 😏
Robby: shit i didn’t mean it to sound weird
just a figure of speech i suppose.
You: should i call you daddy then? ;)
Robby nearly dropped the phone again. The winky face, the bold suggestion, the way it played so perfectly into the tension that had been building sent a bolt of pure want through him. He could imagine your voice saying it, teasingly so, with that mischievous glint in your eyes. His mind supplied far too many vivid images: you in nothing but your skin looking up at him, you saying it in person with a flirty smile. He was fully hard. Actually hard, just from a fucking text conversation.
The professional alarm bells were clanging loudly in the back of his head. This was his resident, the age gap, the power dynamic, the fact that you’d have to face each other at the Pitt in a few short hours... it was all wrong. But god, it felt good. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel quite so alone.
He glanced down at the obvious bulge in his sweatpants, his cock straining against the fabric like a flagpole. He couldn’t believe it. One flirty text from his resident and he was rock hard. Don’t get hard for your fucking resident, he thought. She’s one of your own. Off-limits. This is insane. He adjusted himself uncomfortably, trying to will it down through stubbornness, but the ache only sharpened.
You: too much? sorry i was just messing around lol
Robby exhaled and typed back, trying to sound more composed than he felt.
Robby: Don’t worry about it
i know it was a joke, no harm done
You: it was... unless you don’t want it to be a joke
He let out a surprised laugh, his cock twitched again at the follow-up, you were relentless, and something told him you were noewhere near done.
Robby: you’re funny, i’ll give you that.
You: that’s what i’ve been told. glad you’re having fun with me tonight
Robby: Well, I guess I should let you get some sleep
early shift tomorrow and all
You: i don’t mind staying up. i swiped right on you, remember? yk for a minute i really thought you were gonna flirt with me or maybe even ask me to come over to your place or something
The words hung there. You had been excited, you had hoped he would flirt. The image flashed through his mind, you showing up at his door in the middle of the night, stepping inside and… He shifted again, pressing his hand down against his insistent erection through his sweatpants, trying to get some relief even as guilt gnawed at him. This was crossing so many lines he’d promised himself he wouldn’t cross after Heather. But the loneliness that had driven him to download the app in the first place was quieter now, replaced by an electric tension.
Robby: that would be very inappropriate
i’m your boss and there are lines we can’t cross
You: but you’re not dr. robby my attending in here. you’re michael robinavitch, 55, the guy who loves 70s rock and long bike rides. and i’m not your resident in this chat. i’m just a girl who likes movies and older men... and who is really, really into you right now
You were separating the roles so cleanly, drawing a line between the hospital and this private space. It was tempting, dangerously tempting.
Robby: you know it doesn’t work like that
we can’t just turn it off when the shift starts tomorrow
You: nah i’m pretty sure i can
Robby: No.
You: If we really can’t meet then we can do it over text, you know.
He stared at the screen trying to guess if you really meant what you were saying.
Robby: what do you mean?
You: sexting, duh
He let out a short breath, Jesus fuck you were actually gonna kill him tonight.
Robby: that’s basically the same thing.
You: no it’s not. technically we’re not doing anything if it’s just messages. no one has to know.
Robby rubbed a hand over his jaw, his mind was screaming at him to shut this down, but his fingers were already moving. He couldn’t believe he was actually considering to do this.
This was a terrible idea. What difference did it really make whether it was real sex, his hands on you, feeling your heat around him, or just describing it in detail over text messages? A line was still a line. One he had promised himself he wouldn’t cross again. He didn’t want this to end with you giving up your residency, transferring to another hospital, another city, once things inevitably fell apart.
But fuck, his cock was achingly hard, straining against the front of his pants like a caged animal that desperately needed to be freed. The thought of you right now, maybe lying in your bed in, pressing your thighs together, that sweet slick already soaking through your panties because of him… it made it impossible to think straight. He couldn’t leave you like that, so wet, so needy, aching for him.
Robby: what do you want me to say?
You: i don’t know… just say something hot. you’re goot at being hot
He hesitated, he wasn’t sure of what to say. He was scared of seeming naive and old school to you, but he wasn’t used to this whole… sexting thing. The most spicy exchange over texts had been insinuating pictures before asking someone to come over. Okay think Robby, if you can save someone’s life under extreme preassure then you can sext with a woman, just say something typical, he thought
Robby: who’s been a naughty girl?
The second he hit send he regretted it. He winced, already typing another message to backtrack when your reply came through.
You: lmao that was the best you’ve got?
Robby groaned out loud, dropping his head back against the couch.
Robby: forget it. i’m going to bed
You: nooo wait. let’s try again :(
He should’ve put the phone down. He really should’ve. Instead he waited to see if you had anything else to say.
You: you’re so good at giving orders and guiding me at work. maybe you could do that now too? tell me what to do
You were right, in theory. He was good at instructing, guiding, teaching. It came naturally to him to step into that mentoring role, he had always been the one others looked to for direction.
Robby: i feel stupid doing this.
You: pleeeease. i’ve always thought you were the kind of guy who talks people through it in bed. it’s the same here, just write it instead of saying it. tell me how you want me to touch myself
Your words hit him hard. He reread the message twice. He had never consciously thought about it before, but yes… that did sound exactly like him. Fragments of memory surfaced unbidden: the commanding tone he’d used with past partners, the way he’d instructed them. “Open your legs for me.” “Turn around.” “Look at me.” He remembered the way their breathing would change, the way they’d tremble under the weight of his voice and his hands.
Robby: you really want me to talk you through it, sweetheart?
You: yessss that was so much better. keep going
If anyone had asked you how it happened, you honestly wouldn’t have been able to explain it. You weren’t even sure yourself. One moment you were typing a slightly embarrassed apology to Robby for matching with him and the next, the conversation had taken a turn and you were the one demanding he sext you so you could get off. It was bold, stupidly reckless, and yet it felt inevitable.
Robby: good girl that’s exactly what I wanted to hear, i want you to get those pretty legs spread nice and wide for me, can you do that?
You whimpered softly and obeyed him instantly, letting your knees fall farther apart on the mattress. The cool air hit your exposed pussy making you shiver.
You: yes. they’re open
Robby: Perfect
i’d be on my knees between them right now if I could
run your fingers up the inside of your thighs for me slowly, feel how soft they are
As you trailed your free hand up one thigh, you imagined his callused palms and the scratch of his greying beard following the same path.
You: doing it… feels so good thinking about your hands instead.
Robby: that’s my girl
now slide two fingers through your pussy and ell me how wet you are for me
You did exactly as he says, gasping as two fingers glided easily through your slick heat. You were soaked, embarrassingly so, the wet sounds filling the quiet bedroom as you stroked yourself.
You: So wet… i’m dripping. all because of you.
Robby: fuck i knew you would be
i want you to circle your clit for me now
Do it slowly and imagine it’s my tongue instead, licking you just the way you need
i’d take my time, taste every inch of you
Your mons got louder, tipping your head back against the pillows as your fingers obeyed, traxing circles around your clit that sent sparks up your spine. In your mind, it was Robby’s mouth devouring you while his strong hands pinned your thighs down.
Robby: how does that feel, sweetheart? tell me
You: so good, i’m so sensitive. keep talking please
Robby: Good
now slide one finger inside that tight pussy, nice and deep
curl it up just like I would, searching for that spot that makes your legs shake
i’d be watching your face the whole time, telling you how beautiful you look spread open for me, how good you are for listening
When you pushed a finger inside yourself, you curled it upward as instructed to hit that sensitive spot while your other hand kept working your clit in circles.
Robby: add another finger and stretch yourself open
i’d be so much thicker than your fingers, but we’ll start like this
imagine me pumping them in and out while i rub your clit
Adding a second finger, you continued fucking yourself to the rhythm of his words on the screen. It was not enough, it was nowhere near enough to calm the hunger and desperation that was threatening to consume your whole being. You knew nothing would be enough, only feeling him inside of you.
You: wish it was you inside me. can’t get off like this. i need you robby please
Robby: you were the one who told me to do this
You: i know i did. but it’s not enough
send me your address
He was tempted, so tempted that for one second his fingers almost started typing on an impulse. But the reality crashed back in immediately. The risks, the morning after, the way he’d have to look at you during rounds, knowing what you’d done. He was rock hard and aching for you, but the responsible part of him still refused to crumble completely.
Robby: what for?
you’re not seriously thinking about coming over right now, are you?
You: robby i’m literally only like 2 miles away from you. are you dtf? not as dr. robinavitch and his resident, but as two adults who casually matched on tinder tonight. there’s no title or hospital here. it’s just us.
Two miles. You were so close. He stared at your message, feeling his heart slamming against his ribs. His cock gave another insistent throb, the head already leaking a little against his underwear. The thought of you actually coming over, right now, in the middle of the night, made his mouth go dry.
Robby: Send me your address and I’ll order you a ride.
You sent your address a moment later. It really was only two miles away. He confirmed the ride, watching the estimated arrival time tick down. Fifteen minutes… only fifteen minutes until you’d be at his door.
You: this is exactly what i meant earlier about older guys. so much more gentlemanly. taking care of the details instead of just telling me to get there
You had no time to get ready, and honestly, you didn’t care. Makeup? Hair? None of that mattered when you were this desperate, this aching for him. You climbed out of bed still wearing the thin tank top and soft sleep shorts you’d worn to bed, and threw an oversized jacket over everything, one that swallowed most of your body and made you look far more put-together than you actually felt.
Your hands were shaking as you grabbed your keys and phone. The rideshare arrived sooner than you expected. The drive across the city felt both endless and far too short, but eventually the car pulled up outside his building.
You stood on the sidewalk for a second, staring up at the apartment complex, suddenly hit with the full weight of what you were doing, showing up at your attending’s door in the middle of the night, soaked and trembling with need, because a stupid Tinder match had spiraled completely out of control.
But you didn’t hesitate for long, you took a deep breath, pulled the jacket tighter around yourself, walked toward his door and knocked on it.
Robby opened it right away. He didn’t say a word, the second you were in reach, you had one of his strong hands cupping the back of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss. It was electric to say the least. His mouth claimed yours with a hunger that stole your breath. His beard was scraping deliciously against your skin as he moved his lips with experienced urgency. You melt into it instantly, fisting your hands in his shirt, tasting the pure, overwhelming taste of him. Finally. Here he was, kissing you like he’d been starving for it just as much as you had.
He kicked the door shut behind him without breaking the kiss, wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his taller frame. You felt the warmth of his hands roaming everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up your sides, squeezing the curve of your ass through the fabric of your shorts. In your mouth, he groaned, making a vibrating sound that went through you as he explored every inch he could reach, like he was memorizing the feel of you.
Your breasts were the next to get his attention, he was cupping them with his big hands through your tank top, brushing his thumb over your already hard nipple, while he tangles his other hand in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
You pulled back just enough to gasp against his lips, “It took you long enough.”
Robby chuckled, the sound coming out breathless. “Took you long enough. You have any idea what it’s like waiting twenty minutes for you with a hard-on?” He pressed you closer, letting you feel the thick and insistent bulge against your stomach.
As if they had a mind of their own, his hands couldn’t stop moving, squeezing, caressing, claiming, running down your back, over your thighs, everywhere he’d fantasized about touching. Before you could respond, he bent slightly and lifted you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively.
The strength in his arms, the way his broad chest felt against you, sent a fresh rush of heat between your legs. He carried you through the house with purposeful strides. The door to your room swung open and he layed you gently on the bed, climbing on top of you immediately until his full weight pressing you deliciously into the mattress.
The kissing resumed instantly, slower now but no less intense. Robby’s mouth was moving from your lips to your neck, sucking lightly and scratching you with his beard in the most perfect way. Now his hands got bolder, continuing their exploration but this time sliding under your tank top, pressing his palms against your bare skin. He lifted the fabric higher, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room.
“Fuck,” Robby groaned, and maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, but you could see his soft brown eyes turning darker as he stared down at you. “Look at you. These tits… so perfect. So fucking pretty.” His voice was rough with want, the same commanding tone. He cupped them reverently, as if they were something precious, circling your nipples until they pebbled tighter under his touch. “They’re made for my hands. For my mouth.”
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently at first, then harder, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. The wet touch of his tongue made you arch into him with a moan, threading your fingers through his hair as he kept lavishing attention on your breasts.
From one side to the other, Robby switched sides, licking and sucking the other while his hand massaged the first, rolling the nipple between his fingers. The dual sensation, the tingly heat of his mouth and the firm squeeze of his callused hand, had you writhing beneath him, making you so wet you were soaking through your shorts.
The humming of his mouth against your skin sends sparks straight to your core. “So responsive,” he murmured, switching back to the first breast and sucking it harder than before. “These tits are going to ruin me. I could spend hours right here.” Sliding his free hand down your side, Robby gripped your hip possessively, continuing with the worshipping of your chest, licking broad stripes, sucking marks into the soft flesh, massaging and kneading until he had you panting and grinding up against the hard line of his cock through his pants.
The age difference between you only heightened everything, his experience was showing in every skilled touch, in every perfect flick of his tongue. He was being patient but hungry, like he’d been holding back for far too long. You could feel how hard he was, he was making you feel it, pressing insistently against your thigh. The knowledge that you did this to him made you even wetter.
Robby lifts his head briefly to lock his eyes on yours. His lips were swollen and his beard slightly damp with his saliva. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, but his hands never stopped, squeezing and caressing, teasing your sensitive nipples with his thumbs as he waited for your answer.
You shook your head, pulling him back down. You’d rather die than stop right now. “Don’t stop. Please.”
His mouth trailed a hot path down your sternum, over your stomach, scraping you teasinglywith his beard against your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His hands followed strong, sliding down your sides and gripping your hips as he settled between your spread thighs. The weight of him, the sheer size and presence of this man, made your core clench with anticipation.
“These shorts have been teasing me since you walked in,” he murmured with the same steady tone he used in the pitt, but now turned intimate and commanding. Robby hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly peeled them down your legs, taking his time as he revealed more of you. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart. Good girl.”
You obeyed instantly, lifting your hips so he could slide the fabric off completely, leaving you in just your thin panties and the tank top. Robby smoothed his hands up your thighs, spreading them wider with gentle but firm pressure. “Keep your legs open like that,” he instructed you. “Nice and wide for me. Don’t close them unless I tell you to.”
You were already moaning softly, and he wasn’t even touching your core yet. Robby dropped his eyes to the damp spot on your panties, making the fabric cling to your pussy lips, and he let out a groan of desire and hunger. He cupped you over the fabric with one hand, pressing his palm firmly against your heated pussy while his thumb found your clit through the material and began rubbing slow circles.
“Oh god,” you moaned, twitching up your hips into his touch, seeking more of the contact. The friction was simply perfect, it was teasing, and it kept building higher and higher. Robby’s callused thumb was applying just the right pressure on your swollen nub.
He watched your face intently through his hooded and lustful eyes as he worked you higher. “Feel good?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady even as his own breathing grew heavier. “You’re so wet already. Soaking through these panties for me. That’s it… rock against my hand, sweetheart. Show me how much you need this.”
Your moans only grew louder and more unrestrained, as he kept rubbing your clit with precision. The fabric added a delicious layer of friction, and every circle sent sparks shooting up your body. He got you gripping the sheets, your thighs already trembling as you fought the urge to close them around his hand.
Robby leaned down to kiss the inside of one thigh, scratching your skin deliciously. “You want my mouth? Want me to taste this pretty pussy? You gonna wrap these gorgeous legs around my neck while I do it?”
“Yes,” you gasped, nodding frantically. “Please, Robby. I need it.”
He hooked his fingers into your panties and tugged them down slowly, revealing your glistening, bare pussy to his hungry gaze. “Fuck… look at you. So wet and perfect.” He kissed along your inner thighs, taking his time, brushing his lips and beard against the sensitive skin as he worked his way closer. “Wrap them around me, sweetheart. Lock your ankles behind my head if you need to. I want to feel you holding me right where I belong.”
You did exactly as he said, wrapping your legs around his broad shoulders and pressing your heels into his upper back. The position left you completely open to him, vulnerable and exposed. Robby groaned, the sound vibrating against your core as he finally leaned in.
The first lick of his tongue was broad and slow, dragging from your entrance up to your puffy clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and it made you cry out loudly, threading your fingers into his greying hair as he began to devour you with the same intensity he brought to every procedure at work. He licked and sucked with precision, alternating between long and flat strokes to tight and quick circles around your clit.
His beard was scratching your inner thighs and outer lips in the most delicious way, adding a kind of texture that made your toes curl. “Robby… Oh fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, rolling your hips against his mouth.
He hummed in response, pulling back with his lips glistening with your arousal just so he could speak to you. “Tell me how it feels, sweetheart. I want to hear it.”
“So good… your tongue—oh god, your mouth, Robby. It’s driving me crazy. Don’t stop, please.”
“You’re being so good for me,” he praised, diving back in to suck your clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while applying suction with his lips.
Before you could register it, he teased your entrance with two thick fingers, slowly sliding them inside you, letting your own greedy hole swallow them. Once he curled them upward to find that perfect spot, the sensation had you moaning loudly and arching off the bed.
Robby pumped his fingers steadily, matching the rhythm of his tongue with his digits. A few moments later, he stopped again briefly, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes and shiny lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Spread open for me, taking my fingers so well. This pussy is perfect, made for me. Keep moaning for me. Let me hear how much you love my mouth on you.”
You obeyed, your moans spilling freely as he returned to his task with renewed hunger. The pleasure built fast and faster, making your thighs tremble around his head and your feet dig into his back as you held him exactly where you needed him. Robby gripped your hip with his free hand, holding you steadily while he worked you closer and closer to the edge with expert skill. Every command, every praise, every flick of his tongue pushed you higher.
Robby didn’t relent, he kept his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking with rhythmic pressure, devouring you like a man starved. “Robby—oh fuck, yes!” The pleasure was overwhelming, every single nerve ending in your body was alight as he worked you higher.
“Keep those legs open for me, sweetheart,” he growled against your clit. “Don’t you dare close them. I want to feel you squeezing around my fingers while I eat this pretty pussy.” He added a third finger slowly, stretching you wider, the burn blending perfectly with the pleasure. “That’s it… take three for me. Feel how full you are? You’re doing so well. Such a good girl taking everything I give you.”
The wet sounds of his fingers plunging into your dripping pussy and his mouth sucking hungrily on your clit filled the air. You were soaking his beard, his chin, his wrist, but he didn’t care. Robby slid a hand under you, grabbing a firm handful of your ass and lifting your hips slightly off the bed. The new angle let him bury his face even deeper, working your clit with more precision while he fingerfucked you harder. “Just like that,” he praised you between licks. “Grind on my tongue, baby. Use my mouth. Show me how bad you need to come.”
You obeyed helplessly once again, rolling your hips and bucking them against him as the coil in your belly tightened unbearably. The pleasure built in powerful waves until your thighs started to shake violently around his head. Robby kept talking you through it, pushing you closer to the edge.
“You’re getting so close, aren’t you? I can feel this tight pussy clenching around my fingers. Come on, let go. Cum all over my tongue. I want to taste it. I want to feel you fall apart for me.”
The orgasm crashed over you with blinding intensity, making your back bow off the bed, a loud and broken cry tearing from your throat as your pussy spasmed hard around his digits. Your thighs were squeezing his head tightly, your heels digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through you. Robby didn’t stop though, he kept sucking your clit through the peak, curling and thrusting his fingers to draw out every last shudder.
You came harder than you ever had. So hard that your vision went white for a moment as the pleasure bordered on overwhelming. Your moans turned into whimpers as the orgasm slowly ebbed, leaving you limp and gasping on the bed.
Robby finally eased back, gently lowering your hips and kissing softly along your inner thighs. He looked up at you with dark and satisfied eyes. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “So beautiful when you cum for me.”
You lay there panting, your thighs were still twitching, completely wrecked and already aching for more of him. Robby climbed back up your body, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. He was so close that his hard cock was pressing insistently against your thigh through his pants.
“That was… amazing,” you whisper with your voice hoarse from moaning. “So much better than I ever imagined.”
Robby chuckled softly, the sound warm and genuine against your neck as he pressed a kiss there. “Yeah? Better than your hand?” His eyes were sparkling with lust.
You laughed breathlessly, nodding. “So much better. Your mouth… God, Robby. I’ve never felt anything like that.”
He hummed in satisfaction, grinding his still-clothed erection slowly against your bare, sensitive pussy. The thick ridge of his cock was being pressed perfectly against your clit, giving him some much needed relief while teasing you both. “I loved doing that for you,” he murmured. “You were so good for me, sweetheart. So responsive, so wet. The way you moaned my name and squeezed my head with those pretty thighs… fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Robby rolled his hips deliberately, the friction making you whimper and arch up into him. You could feel how achingly hard he was and how much he’d been holding back. You slid up your hands down his chest, feeling the soft flesh beneath his shirt.
“I want you,” you breathed, looking up at him with need. “Please, Robby.”
He stilled for a moment, as if to pulling himself together. “Tell me what you want. Be specific.”
You bit your lip, feeling the warmth invade your cheeks. “Your cock. I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Robby let out a groan, sitting back on his knees between your spread thighs. He reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, drawing out the anticipation. You sit up slightly, eager to help, moving your fingers to tug his pants down along with his underwear.
“I’ve been dying to see you,” you confessed as you pulled his pants down his hips. He caught your wrists before you could push his boxers down.
Robby looked almost nervous, a faint flush creeping up his neck. “Wait… I, uh—” He cleared his throat, flicking his eyes away for a second. “I haven’t trimmed down there in a while. This whole night was… unexpected. I would’ve cleaned up if I’d known we were gonna end up here.”
He said it like it was something to be embarrassed about. Like it might actually make you want him less. It made you soft, you cupped his jaw, turning his face back to yours.
“Robby. Do you honestly think I give a damn about that? It’s just hair.”
He let out a self-conscious breath, still looking a little defensive. “I know. I know it’s just hair. It’s just… it’s probably a fucking jungle down there right now. You don’t have to— I mean, you don’t have to do anything if it’s too much.”
The way he was trying to give you an out was almost painfully endearing. You shook your head. “Just let me see you,” you whispered.
You slid his boxers down his thighs and freed his cock, it sprang out, thick and hard, the head flushed in a dark red with arousal. It was beautiful, so long, girthy, with a slight upward curve, prominent veins running along the shaft. Exactly like he’d warned, there was a thick, dark mat of coarse hair at the base, dense and untrimmed. He looked completely natural, it was so him, deeply masculine and unpolished.
A fresh rush of wetness slipped down your inner thighs. Your fingers twitched with the need to touch him there.
You looked up at him through your lashes “I love it,” you slowly carded your fingers through the thick hair at the base of his member. “You look so fucking hot like this. I like every single inch of you.”
Robby’s whole body shivered under your touch. “God…” he rasped as he stared down at you. “You’re gonna kill me tonight.”
Almost with instinct, you wrapped your hand around it, stroking the shaft slowly from base to tip, feeling the heat and weight of his member.
Robby hissed in pleasure, twitching his hips forward into your grip as he watched your hand move up and down his cock. “Fuck, your hand feels good,” he groaned, letting you stroke him for a while, savoring the sight of your smaller hand working his thick length, making a bead of precum leak from the tip.
After a few moments, he gently stopped you, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. “Lay back down for me, sweetheart. Keep those legs open nice and wide. Just like before.”
You obeyed, lying back against the pillows and spreading your thighs for him. Robby reached over toward the nightstand, stretching one arm past you as he pulled open the top drawer. He rummaged through it for a few seconds, before his hand closed around what he was looking for.
A moment later he sat back, a condom held between his fingers. He held it up, searching for your eyes with his. “I’ve got this if you want me to wear it.”
You shook your head, reaching up to touch his arm. “No. I want you bare. I’m on the pill.”
You both knew it might not have been the smartest option, doing it raw, with nothing between you. But there was a deep, unspoken trust between the two of you, forged through long shifts, that made you feel safe. And in that moment, that trust felt solid enough to lean on.
The hunger that had taken over both of you made anything else almost unbearable. The need to feel each other completely bare, skin on skin, heat on heat, with nothing separating you, was overwhelming.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” He tossed the condom aside, leaning down to kiss you deeply again. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” you whispered against his lips. “I want to feel all of you.”
He groaned, positioning himself between your legs and nudging the thick head of his cock against your slick entrance. The anticipation felt electric, this was the culmination of over a year of longing, of hours of texts, and now all that was left was this desperate connection. Robby gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he looked down at you with hunger.
The night is only beginning, and the way he’s looking at you promises he’s going to take his time ruining you in the best possible way.
As his cockhead was being rubbed up and down your folds, teasing your clit with every pass, coating itself with your juices, the sensation felt maddening, promising everything you’d fantasized about for so long. You whimpered, twitching your hips up instinctively to chase more contact.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Robby commanded you softly, the same authoritative tone that had guided you through countless procedures was now guiding you through this. He cupped your chin gently, tilting your face so your gazes locked. “Keep looking at me the whole time. I want to see you while I fuck you.”
You nodded shakily, unable to look away even if you wanted to. Robby continued rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance, coating himself in your wetness, drawing out the anticipation until you were squirming beneath him.
“That’s it,” he whispered against your mouth. “So wet for me already. This pussy is going to take me so well. Breathe for me, relax and let me in.” He pressed forward slowly, breaching your entrance with only the tip. The stretch was immediate and intense, opening you up inch by inch as he sank deeper. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, but you forced your eyes open, locking them on his as he watched every flicker of pleasure cross your face.
“Easy, baby,” he cooed, stroking your thigh soothingly while the other braced beside your head. “You’re doing so good. Feel how you’re stretching around me? So tight and warm… fuck, you feel incredible.”
You moaned loudly as he continued sliding in, the deliberate thrust filling you completely until he was buried to the hilt, until his hips were flushed against yours. The fullness was overwhelming, his thick cock stretching your walls like nobody had stretched you before, pressing against every sensitive spot inside you.
Robby stayed still for a moment buried deep, resting his forehead against yours as he looked straight into your eyes. “There you go. All the way in. You took every inch.” He started to thrust with deep rolls of his hips that drag his cock along your walls with exquisite friction. “Wrap your legs around me. Hold me close while I fuck you.”
You did as he said, locking your legs around his waist and digging your heels into his lower back. The new angle let him sink even deeper, and you cried out in pleasure, digging your nails into his shoulders. Robby kept talking you through it, just like he knew you liked.
“That’s my girl. Feel that? I’m hitting that spot inside you, huh?” He angled his hips slightly, grinding deep on every stroke. Robby slid one hand up to cup and squeeze your breast, rolling your nipple as he thrusted harder.
Robby moved his hand from your breast to cup your chin. His grip was gentle enough not to hurt, yet firm enough that you felt every one of his fingers pressing against the bones of your jaw. “Look at me. Don’t look away. I want to see how good my cock feels inside this tight pussy.” He tilted your face up and held it there, leaving you no choice but to meet his eyes.
And God… what a glorious sight he was. This handsome man, with his face flushed, his brow glistening with sweat, devouring you with his gaze as he kept driving his cock into you.
His face was only inches from yours, and he kept fucking you in long strokes while he held your chin like that, as if he were starving for every single expression that crossed your face. He loved watching the way pleasure wrecked you. The way your lips parted around helpless moans, the way you bit down on your lower lip only for it to slip free again with a broken sound. The way your eyes went glassy and pleading, silently begging him for more even as your body trembled around his cock. He drank it all in like a man who had been thirsty for years.
With his free hand, he gripped your waist, holding you in place so he could drive into you with more power. Every slide of his cock stretched you perfectly, dragging the fat tip along your g-spot like that was what it was made for.
“Robby—oh god, yes!” You moaned loudly, raising your hips to meet his thrust and tightening your legs around him. Your tits were bouncing with every powerful stroke, and he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth again, flicking his tongue as he continued fucking you.
“You feel so good,” he groaned against your skin, switching to the other breast. “So tight and wet around me. This pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it? Taking me so deep.” His hand on your waist slid down to grip your ass, lifting your hips slightly to change the angle as he thrusted harder. “Lift your legs higher for me, sweetheart,” he said against your neck,kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there. Ronny held the back of your thigh, helping guide your leg up. “That’s it… over my shoulder. Let me get deeper.”
You whimpered as he assisted you, hooking your leg over his shoulder. He did the same with the other, folding you nearly in half beneath him. The new angle allowed him to sink impossibly deeper, until he was pressing the head firmly against that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, grinding against your g-spot relentlessly.
“Fuck—Robby, it’s so deep like this,” you moaned, fluttering your eyes shut for just a moment as the intense sensation washed over you.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he chided gently but firmly, cupping your jaw with his hand to tilt your face back to his. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Keep them open. I want to watch you while I fuck you like this. Don’t look away.”
You forced your eyes open, locking onto his hungry gaze as he continued hammering into you. The eye contact made everything more intimate and overwhelming. The feeling of his hand leavinf your jaw and sliding down between your bodies made you shiver. Robby found your swollen clit and began rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.
The combined stimulation was devastating. The pleasure was burning higher in your core, so close to finally exploding. Your body was arching and squirming beneath his frame as you scratched down his back and trembled over his shoulders. Every thrust, every rub of his fingers on your clit, every moan and grunt that escaped his mouth pushed you closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” Robby groaned, never removing his sight from yours. “Look at you taking my cock so deep. You’re getting close again, aren’t you? I can feel it. Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum all over my cock. Keep your eyes on me when you do.”
You bowed your back off the bed as your climax took over your body. A loud cry tore from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his length. Your thighs shook violently over his shoulders and you dug your nails harder into his back when the waves of pleasure crashed through you. Robby sekpt thrusting through it, drawing out your orgasm with deep strokes and continued pressure on your clit.
“You look so beautiful when you cum for me… that’s it, sweetheart. Give it all to me. You’re being so good.”
By the time he finally slowed and gently pulled out of you, you were still trembling and gasping. Robby layed back on the bed beside you, with his cock hard and glistening with your release. “Come here, baby,” he said. “Get on top. I want to watch you ride me.”
He helped you shift positions, gripping your hips firmly to guide you as you straddled him. “Easy, sweetheart. Take your time… that’s it. Feel me right there? Let me watch you take every inch.”
You positioned the head at your slick entrance and began to sink down, inch by inch. The stretch was intense all over again, his girth opening you up as you lowered yourself onto him. Robby kept his hands still on your hips to steady you, stroking your skin soothingly while watching every expression on your face.
“Fuck, look at that,” he groaned. “You’re doing so well. Keep going… take a little more. Feel how full you are?”
Louder moans left your mouth as you sank lower, the fullness was overwhelming in the best way. Bracing your hands on his broad chest for balance, you finally took him to the hilt, resting your ass against his thighs. Robby squeezed your hips encouragingly. “Ride me. Roll your hips like that… yes, just like that.”
Whn you started moving, rolling, and grinding your hips in a steady rhythm, the pleasure built quickly. His cock was dragging along your walls as you found a rhythm that made your tits bounce and your clit grind against his pelvis.
Robby kept moving his eyes are everywhere, watching where your pussy stretched around his shaft, sliding up to your bouncing breasts, then locking onto your face. He reaches up with both hands, cupping your tits and rolling your nipples as you ride him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Keep going… faster if you want. Take what you need from me.”
Without a word, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it upward. He sat up just enough to help you pull it off, and the second the fabric cleared his head, your hands were on him.
God, you loved his body. Your moved your palm slowly over his chest, feeling the coarse hair and the thud of his heart beneath your fingertips. You dragged your hands lower, mapping the soft, rounded curve of his belly with desire. It turned you on more than any gym-honed torso ever could. As you pressed your palms into the softness, your fingers dag in gently. Then you smoothed your hands over it again and again, savoring the way it yielded under your touch.
You were mumbling praises and moans between gasps, completely lost in the sensation. “Robby… you feel so good… so deep… fuck, I love your cock inside me…”
At one point, Robby planted his feet firmly on the bed, bent his knees, and started thrusting up to meet you. The change felt devastating, he was now fucking you from below with powerful strokes that made you cry out loudly as he droveinto you.
The slap of skin on skin grew louder when the slamming into you intensified. “Fuck—Robby!” you moaned, letting your head fall back as the pleasure overwhelmed you.
“Eyes on me if you can, sweetheart,” he growled, moving his fingers down to rub your clit again. “I’m getting close. You feel too good. You’re gonna make me cum.”
You were a moaning and squirming mess on top of him, riding and grinding as he thrusted up harder. His fingers on your clit and his cock hitting deep pushed you toward another peak, but it was his impending orgasm that had you focused on him.
“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, snapping his hips up faster. “Fuck—can I cum inside you? Please, I want to fill you up.”
“Yes,” you gasped, riding him desperately. “Cum inside me, Robby. I want it. Fill me up. Please—”
With a deep groan, Robby thrusted up hard one last time and came, pulsing nside you, flooding your pussy with thick and warm ropes of cum. He held you down on him, gripping your hips tightly as he emptied himself completely. The feeling of him cumming inside you, fully claiming you, triggered your own smaller orgasm, making your walls clench rhythmically around his pulsing cock.
You both stayed locked together, panting. Robby stroked your back and thighs as you came down from the high befor pulling you down against his chest, kissing your forehead, keeping his cock still buried deep inside you as his release slowly leaked out around him, so much that you could feel the hot nd sticky evidence of his climax.
There were no more walls, just the two of you, finally giving in to everything you’ve both wanted and repressed for so long. You stayed draped on top of Robby for a long stretch of time, both of you catching your breath as the intensity slowly ebbed. Eventually, you lifted your head and looked at him. “That was… amazing. I wouldn’t even have dreamed that it’d be that good.”
He hummed in agreement, continuing his soothing path along your back. “It was. Better than I let myself imagine. You felt perfect.”
The praise made a warm feeling bloom in your chest. After a few more quiet moments, Robby gently helped you sit up, easing you off his cock with a shared sigh. You both winced slightly at the loss of connection and the feeling of emptiness, but he pulled you down beside him on the bed, wrapping his arms around you again as you cuddled into his side.
“So… you don’t regret it, do you?”
He met your eyes as a small smile began tugging at his lips beneath the beard. “Right now? I can’t regret having amazing sex with you. My mind is still somewhere up in the clouds.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow when reality hits, but tonight… no regrets.”
You nestled closer, throwing one leg over his. The cuddling felt easy, natural, like you’d been doing this for years. For tonight, the outside world, the hospital, the guilt, the what ifs didn’t exist. There was only the two of you, and Robby might be right about reality hitting tomorrow, but right now, in the darkness of his room, everything felt right.
A/N: Two attempts at posting this fic, and two times Tumblr’s stupid AI mistakenly flagged it😭 I’ve spent days trying to figure out what was causing the problem and doing everything I could to finally get this fic posted for all of you. So if you’re reading this, it means it worked. Hopefully.
If you end up enjoying the fic, I’d really appreciate it if you could help me share it with a reblog (only if you enjoyed the fic) cause I’ve put a lot of work on it
Well, I hope you enjoyed this little something I worked on when inspiration finally struck me. I don’t know if I read it somewhere or if we all collectively decided it, but Robby absolutely feels like the type of guy who talks you through it. You’re telling me the man who spends all day teaching med students and residents how to do procedures wouldn’t also be guiding his girl in bed? It’s literally in his nature!!! This TikTok also got me inspired because, yes, he absolutely looks at you through it too.
I also think Robby’s canon texting style is weirdly inconsistent. In that scene in season one where he’s texting Jake, sometimes he starts messages with capital letters and sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he ends sentences with a period, sometimes he doesn’t. In my head, he has perfect grammar but deliberately tries to sound Gen Z and chill when he’s texting someone younger than him lol. Anyway, I tried to replicate that here too.
Thank you all so much for your patience. I really appreciate it, and I hope I can stick around for good this time🩷
Summary: Robby comes home early from his sabbatical to find you, the resident neither he nor Jack were supposed to touch, fucking the night’s shift attending.
Warnings: age gap, implied power-imbalance Smut| getting caught, unprotected p in v sex, creampie(s), voyerism, pet-names for reader, praising, Dr. Michael ‘monster cock’ Robinavitch.
“Jesus Christ”
You were on your attending’s lap, busy riding the man, completely naked, sweaty, and flushed, when Dr. Robby opened the door.
“This isn’t exactly what I imagined when I asked you to house sit for me.”
Your mouth was open in a gasp, eyes wide with mortification as you froze from embarrassment.
Dr. Robinavitch had just caught you fucking Dr. Abbot... on his couch.
“Brother” Jack grinned as he looked behind him, not even a little fazed at the interruption. “You came back early.”
You could feel your face setting on fire as you desperately tried to think of what to do.
Robby’s eyes weren’t on you anymore as he got rid of his jacket and boots… this would be the perfect time to get up and scurry away towards the bedroom… Robby’s bedroom— Shit.
Your hands went to cover your bare tits as you tried to come up with something else.
“Decided to cut my sabbatical short,” Robby was explaining, “You all were right- as it turns out, I can’t go more than a month without the ED.”
You heard and felt Jack’s snicker, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles where he still held your waist.
His hard cock was still deep inside you, and as much as you hated having to depart from it, you really needed to get off and try to at least regain some decency.
Which is what you tried to do. You began rising from Jack’s lap, but in an instant, his eyes were on you, his brows furrowed.
“Where you going, sweetheart?”
He can’t be serious right now.
You glanced pointedly at Robby behind him, your voice barely a whisper as you murmured his name.
“It’s alright, honey, Robby doesn’t mind,” he spoke softly, his hands caressing you softly. “Do you, Robby?”
Robby’s soft chuckle came from somewhere closer than where he’d previously been.
“I sure don’t,” He was smirking once you slowly raised your gaze.
He’d walked to the edge of the couch, right behind Jack.
You felt your face burn with embarrassment- and yet your pussy clenched harder around Abbot as you caught Michael’s eyes drink you in.
“We were having such a good time,” Jack murmured, his mouth on your collarbones as he pecked your skin, “Would be a shame to stop now.”
Oh God, he was being serious.
“Jack- I-”
Were you dreaming? Was this one of the sick fantasies that materialized in your mind whenever Robby and Abbot were both on shift, and you had to squeeze your tights together at how incredibly hot of a pair they made?
Everything seemed to point in that direction, except for the fact that the feel of Jack’s fingers removing your hands from your naked chest was very much real- the same went for Robby’s voice.
“You know, sweetheart... we had a talk about you before I went away.”
You were bare again now, and Jack was making use of the space, filling it with delicious, taunting kisses as Michael spoke.
“Decided none of us were gonna try anything... didn’t wanna take advantage of you or anything….” His voice was rough and soft all at once as his hand went to cradle your cheek, “and now look at that.”
Heat bloomed low in your belly and on your cheeks as you heard yourself whimper.
What he was saying was… unbelievable. They liked you- both of them. Just as you liked them.
This was really happening- Dr. Robinavitch was watching you as you sat on Dr. Abbot’s cock. And they both looked incredibly casual, as if this were a daily occurrence.
“Since when has this been going on?”
When you didn’t answer, Jack stopped his ministrations on your neck to speak, “Just two weeks, man.”
“Is he lying to me?” Robby asked you, his head tilted in doubt.
“N-no,” You murmured as you cowered under his stare.
To that, he smirked, shaking his head as he muttered, “A week- that’s how long you lasted.”
“C’mon, man- you knew it was bound to happen.” Jack groaned, looking at you with a smirk as his mouth ghosted yours, “You’re too pretty not to do something about it.”
You felt your heart skip, and your hips involuntarily grind against Jack’s lap- causing you to whimper pathetically.
“Oh sweetheart…” Abbot cooed, his hands going back to rest on your hips, “Go on, take what you need.”
There was nothing you wanted to do more. As unusual as this situation was, you were so turned on that you feared you’d start dripping on the couch any second now.
Yet you watched the two men uncertainly, biting your lip as you went against your instinct to use Jack’s manhood to feel good.
“Go on, baby,” Robby encouraged you once your eyes settled on him, “Do as he said.”
His palm was still on your cheek, his thumb pulling on your lower lip to free it from your teeth’s grip… and you had no choice but to obey.
You started slow, shily grinding onto him, feeling Jack’s dick graze and reach all those sweet spots inside of you as your clit rubbed against his base.
Your mouth hung open as soft whines filtered through your throat. Robby’s hands held your face so you could only look at him- and the look in his eyes… the darkness in his iris and the locking of his jaw gave you all the more incentive to go faster.
You began raising yourself on Jack’s dick just to slide back down again until you found the delicious pace from before your interruption.
Your moans weren’t so quiet anymore as you struggled to keep your eyes open and gripped Jack’s shoulders for dear life, your nails probably leaving crescent moons on his skin.
“So good for me, baby,” Jack murmured against your neck, resuming his kisses on your salty skin as he thoroughly enjoyed the show. “Such a good girl.”
You cried like a desperate little thing at that, his dick hitting that spongy spot inside of you that had you feeling on cloud nine.
“Jack feels good, baby?” Robby’s voice felt muffled, as if the pleasure was acting as a sound shield.
“Y-yes,” You whined, your voice breathless, your movements more and more desperate, “B-big,” you cried brokenly.
You felt Abbot’s growl vibrate against your chest at that, and seconds later, you felt his mouth against your ear as he whispered loud enough for Robby to hear, “You’ve seen nothing yet.”
You didn’t have the brain capacity to understand what he meant by that, or to analyze the grin that spread Michael’s lips at those words, because all you could focus on was the growing sensation that sparked in your belly.
“Oh my god,” You whined, your thighs burning with the effort as the sound of your skin slapping with Jack’s echoed against the walls.
“It’s ok, baby,” Robby murmured, watching closely as your eyes almost closed and your brows furrowed in bliss, “You’re doing so good.”
You didn’t even realize you were doing it, but as Robby guided his thumb into your mouth, instinctually, your lips closed around it, sucking him in further.
“That’s it, baby,” he nodded, the weight of his finger on your tongue making you wish it was replaced by his cock. And that image… that image made your orgasm approach even faster.
Your moans were silenced by Robby’s thumb, but Jack could feel your walls gripping him like a vice.
“Let go, sweetheart,” he commanded, kissing the spot right beneath your ear. “Be a good girl and show Robby how pretty you look when you come.”
That was it.
You didn’t even have time to mentally prepare yourself that a bright white flash of pure ecstasy overtook your soul.
You came like the world would end tomorrow, your pussy spasming around Jack as he couldn’t help but follow suit.
Somewhere in the frenzy, you could hear Abbot’s groans while Robby murmured what appeared to be soft words to you, his hand never leaving your face.
The pounding of your heart thumped in your ears as you tried to calm your breathing.
Your eyes fluttered open to both the men looking at you, Jack’s eyes soft with gratification and adoration, while Robby’s irises swirled with lust and just plain need.
“You wanna switch?”
Jack’s words didn’t even make sense to you. You were still lost in the haze of what had just happened.
“Not on the couch, man.” Robby shook his head, his lips pulling into a small smile as he watched you. “Let’s get on the bed, baby.”
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Your legs felt like jelly as Robby towered over you.
You knew what was happening, and yet your brain was still buffering.
His lips were so close to yours… just a few inches and you’d be kissing him.
But that’s not what he had in mind.
“Lay down for me, baby.”
You blinked, needing a second to understand his command and do as told.
The mattress was soft, the comfy duvet wrinkling underneath you as you laid back, your wide eyes watching him.
With a quick move, he removed his shirt, throwing it behind him… in the direction of Abbot.
Your breath hitched at the sight of him leaning against the wall, his eyes dark as he watched the scene unfold.
By the time you looked back, Robby was naked- and your lungs took another toll.
You were propped on your elbows, shamelessly eying all of him. His broad chest, the dark hair on his pecs, on his belly, until your gaze lowered just enough to catch his cock-
You were pretty sure you’d stopped breathing completely.
That’s what they’d been talking about.
You really had seen nothing yet.
You swallowed dryly as his big hand wrapped around his dick, giving it two slow strokes that had him seemingly grow even more.
Your eyes were wide as he stalked closer to you, his smirk everlasting.
“R-Robby,” you stuttered, clearly intimidated.
“’S alright, baby. I’ll go real slow.”
“I-I- How…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he shook his head, “spread your legs for me, baby.”
And even if your heart was going crazy and your brain was telling you that was an impossible fit, you did as told.
“Wider.”
You slid your feet further across the bed, opening yourself up to him completely, eliciting a delighted groan.
“Pretty,” he murmured, his palm going to your mound and his thumb moving to your folds, exploring slowly.
Jack’s come was still leaking out of you, creating a sultry mixture with your own juices.
Your cheeks heated at his unabashed gaze, but then his other hand grabbed the base of his manhood, his tip suddenly parting your folds, and all thoughts left your head.
You were whimpering already, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and Michael would have done anything to record those sweet sounds and listen to them on repeat all day long.
“It’s ok, baby, relax for me.” That’s all he murmured, as he started guiding his impossibly thick tip inside of you.
“Oh!” You gasped, your eyes wide open as you watched him thrust into you.
He was looking at where your bodies melted into one another, watching your greedy pussy swallow him in.
The stretch burned at first- he had the biggest cock you’d ever seen after all- counting porn- but his soft growls and groans were making you all the more pliant.
His thumb started circling your clit to help you out as broken cries fled your throat.
He was retracting his hips just to thrust softly into you, over and over again, filling you up inch by never-ending inch.
“O-Oh my god,” You were crying, your hands fisting the sheets as he kept going.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he reassured you, his free hand tight on our waist. “Stretching so good for me- such a good girl.”
Your walls tightened around him at that, causing him to hiss.
“Let me in- just like that… good girl”
You knew the moment he was in to the hilt, because you could barely breathe at the feeling of how unbelievably full you felt.
Breathy gasps spilled from your lips as your gazes met.
“Told you you could do it,” he smirked, before he started to move.
The moan you let out at the first full, deep thrust was more of a scream.
“Robby!” you gasped, your fingers gripping his forearm as he started building his pace.
His back hurt like a motherfucker from all those hours on his bike, but he’ll be damned if he denied himself this sight.
“He always makes you do all the work?”
How his voice was still so even when you could barely breathe, let alone think, was a mystery.
You want to tell him the truth, that no, Jack was usually very much adamant in his need to take care of you, to pin you beneath him and fuck you thoroughly well into the day… but all you could manage was a whine.
You watched his lips pull into a grin at the state he’d rendered you in.
“Oh, c’mon, brother, I’ve just come back from a twelve-hour shift,” Jack defended himself from his spot against the wall as your eyes found him.
You could see from the bed, even with his boxers back on, that he was hard again.
God, this was all so hot.
The way both their eyes were only focused on you as Robby’s thrusts had you bouncing up on the bed, your tits moving in tandem with his harsh movements…
“And she hasn’t?” Robby raised his brows, shooting Jack a quick, disappointed look, before coming back to you.
“You don’t have to worry about it now, baby,” he spoke softly, the thumb he still had on your bundle of nerves resuming its torturous movements. “I’ll take care of you like you deserve from now on.”
You felt butterflies in your stomach at those words.
Your hips were chasing his movements, forcing the loud smacking of his skin hitting your core over and over again to get even louder.
You could feel every inch of his dick inside you, every vein and ridge slide against your velvety walls as his tip speared you and reached parts of you no one ever could find but him.
And with a feeling like that… it was inevitable for tears to gather in your eyes, your vision blurring as a knot of pleasure tightened inside you.
“Oh baby, I know it’s a lot.” his voice was calming, soothing your overexited system.
It was a lot. He was a whole damn lot.
“Just take it,” he cooed, “Don’t think about it, sugar, just be good for me and Jack, yeah?”
You slowly nodded, tears rolling down your temples and onto the sheets as the air filled with your moans.
“That’s it, pretty girl— that’s it.”
And suddenly, it was all too much.
“I-I- Oh my-”
He groaned at how tight you got. His chest inflating with the effort not to come on the spot.
“Let go, baby,” he instructed. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
The last thing you saw was his smile; everything after that was sort of a blur.
A tidal wave of pleasure washed over your body; you were pretty sure you were moaning his name like a prayer as you experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.
Your eyes and ears started functioning again as Robby’s thrusts got sloppier, more erratic.
He grinned as you whimpered at the overstimulation, his groans getting louder as he got closer, until he spilled inside you with a feral roar.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed after several moments, slowly pulling out of you.
Jack had gotten beside him somewhere in the meantime, and both men’s eyes fell to the release spilling out of your spent core.
“C’mere,” you whined, breaking them out of their amazed trance.
They both smiled, and it was Jack who joined you on the bed first, moving you so your head could rest on the pillow as he spooned you, wrapping his arms around you.
“You did real good, sweetheart,” he murmured to your ear, his stubble grazing your skin as your eyes fluttered shut.
You were exhausted.
You didn’t even hear Robby lying down next to you until he placed your head to rest on his chest.
“So… am I gonna have to sanitize every surface of the house?”
A soft laugh fled your throat as Jack grinned amusedly.
“The kitchen should be saf—” The look you sent Jack had him suddenly remember all the alternative meals he’d consumed on the kitchen counter. “No, yeah… the whole apartment.”
i finished the last few touches on my makeup before i spun around in my vanity chair to see my girlfriend looking intently at some old camcorder. i don't know why we can't just use our regular camera, but i'd never say that to her face.
i stood from my seat and made my way to the end of the bed where she sat. even then, she didn't acknowledge my presence, so i grabbed her chin and forced her to face me.
"what's wrong with it?" i asked her. her brows furrowed, and she chewed at her bottom lip briefly before finally releasing it.
"nothing, im just scared the video won't save," she said. her wide eyes darting from me back to the camcorder, making me roll my eyes.
"then we can use both cameras. im tired of waiting," i said, patting her thigh impatiently.
she stood and i took her seat on the edge of the bed, i watched her move around the room, placing our usual camera onto a tripod with careful hands. for some reason, it was ridiculously sexy to me that she knew how to work all those lights and the camera so effortlessly.
every now and then she'd glance through the viewfinder, making small adjustments until everything looked exactly the way she wanted it.
once everything was properly set up, she began repositioning the lights so they bounced perfectly off our skin, casting a bright glow across the room.
while she worked, i slowly started unbuttoning the oversized button-down shirt i had on. the fabric slipped open inch by inch, revealing the black lace set underneath, a tiny pink bow sitting neatly in the center of my chest. i could feel her eyes flicker toward me between adjustments, even when she tried to stay focused on the cameras.
her hands paused on one of the light stands for the briefest second before she looked over at me fully this time. the focused look in her eyes softened, slowly dragging down my body as if she was taking in every detail i'd carefully put together for her.
"you're distracting me," she muttered, though the small smile tugging at her lips told me she didn't mind at all.
i leaned back against my palms, tilting my head innocently. "i'm not doing anything."
she rolled her eyes quietly and turned back toward the camera, but i noticed the way her ears had started turning pink. it only made me grin wider.
finally, she stepped back to admire her setup before letting out a satisfied sigh. "okay," she said, brushing her fingers through her hair. "everything's ready."
she crossed the room toward me slowly, the camcorder loose in her hand while the tiny red light blinked steadily.
she stopped right in front of me before tilting the camcorder slightly, the screen facing her as she adjusted the angle.
"hold still," she murmured softly.
i rolled my eyes but stayed exactly where i was, leaning back against my palms while she stepped even closer between my knees.
billie's lips curved faintly at whatever she saw through the viewfinder.
her thumb brushed against my knee absentmindedly while she kept recording, occasionally glancing away from the screen just to look at me directly instead.
i reached forward, fingers hooking into the belt loop of her jeans to pull her closer until she was standing right between my legs.
billie lowered the camcorder slightly before leaning in to kiss me.
i could feel her smiling faintly against my lips when my hands slid higher beneath her shirt, fingertips dragging across warm skin.
the kiss lingered while the camcorder stayed loosely balanced in billie's hand, the footage shaking slightly every time either of us moved.
my fingers stayed curled beneath her shirt for another second before i slowly pulled back.
billie watched me carefully through half-lidded eyes as i pushed myself further onto the bed.
the camcorder followed instantly.
i smiled a little at that.
one of my hands slid to the buttons of my oversized shirt again, undoing the few that still remained closed while she recorded from above me. the fabric loosened more with each movement until it barely clung to my arms anymore.
her gaze alone made heat creep up my neck.
i let the shirt slip fully down my arms this time before tossing it carelessly somewhere beside the bed.
the lace underneath contrasted sharply against the white lighting surrounding us, delicate details standing out perfectly beneath the cameras.
i heard billie inhale quietly.
the camcorder dipped lower instinctively, tracing slowly over my body before lifting back toward my face again.
i bit back a smile at how obvious she was being.
she stepped closer between my knees once again, i tilted my head back slightly to look directly into the camcorder, the tiny screen reflected back at me, flushed cheeks, glossy lips against bright white lighting.
my fingers slid slowly beneath the hem of her shirt before pushing it upward inch by inch.
the camera trembled slightly in her hand as more skin was exposed, thick shadows sharpening along her toned stomach and ribs.
i kept my eyes fixed on the lens while i leaned forward.
then my lips brushed against the center of her stomach softly.
the camcorder dipped lower instinctively, catching the slow movement of my mouth trailing upward against her skin while my hands rested against her hips.
i could feel her stomach tense beneath my lips when i kissed just above her belly button before dragging my tongue lightly upward.
"baby," she breathed quietly.
i smiled against her skin for another second before slowly pulling back. i looked up at her through my lashes, then shifted further onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows. my hands moved down to the waistband of my panties, and i hooked my thumbs underneath, sliding them down my thighs in one smooth motion before tossing them aside.
billie's eyes followed every movement. the camcorder stayed pointed right at me as i let my legs fall open, the bright lights catching every detail. i brought my hand between my thighs and dragged my fingers through my wetness, circling my clit slowly at first. a soft breath left me as i pressed a little harder, my hips rolling up into my own touch.
i kept my gaze on the lens while i touched myself, two fingers sliding inside with a quiet wet sound before pulling back out again. my other hand came up to rest on my stomach, then drifted higher to brush over the lace of my bra.
i spread my legs a little wider for her, letting my knees fall open completely. my fingers moved in slow, steady strokes, sometimes circling my clit, sometimes pushing deeper inside me. every time i pressed in i let out a soft sound, my back arching slightly off the bed.
i bit my lip, moving my fingers faster now, my thighs started to tremble. i glanced up at billie again, catching the way her eyes kept flicking between the viewfinder and my face. she looked completely focused, the camera trembling just a little every time i let out a louder moan. i used my free hand and pushed my bra down, exposing my breasts to the bright lights and the lens, then pinched one nipple gently while my other hand kept working between my legs.
billie stepped in closer, her free hand coming up to brush her thumb slowly across my parted lips. the pad of it dragged lightly over the bottom one before she pressed it forward, slipping it into my mouth.
i closed my lips around it without thinking, sucking gently, my tongue brushing against the tip. billie's eyes flicked from the viewfinder down to my mouth, watching the way i took her thumb deeper. a small, pleased hum left her as she slowly pulled it back out, only to slide it in again, teasing the movement.
"keep going," she murmured, voice low and a little rough. "you doing so good for me, mama."
she kept her thumb in my mouth while i worked between my legs, letting me suck on it as i circled my clit faster. every time i moaned around her thumb, she pushed it a little deeper, then eased it back, playing with the rhythm. her gaze stayed locked on the tiny screen, catching every detail—the way my lips looked stretched around her thumb, the flush spreading down my chest, the way my thighs kept trembling.
billie pulled her thumb free for a second, dragging the wet pad across my bottom lip again before pushing two fingers past them instead. i sucked on those too, eyes half-lidded as i looked up at the camcorder. she held them there, letting me work my mouth around them while my own fingers moved faster inside me.
"such a good girl," she breathed, the praise soft but teasing.
my hips jerked as the pleasure crested, a broken whine slipping out around nothing as my walls fluttered and clenched around my own fingers. i came hard, thighs shaking, eyes squeezing shut for a second before fluttering open again to meet the lens of the camcorder. billie watched me the whole time, that little smirk never leaving her face as my fingers kept moving through the aftershocks, drawing it out until i was gasping and oversensitive, my body still twitching with little pulses of pleasure.
when the last tremor faded, i slowly pulled my fingers free, glistening and wet. i held them up between us, then reached for her, pressing them to her lips.
"open," i whispered, voice still shaky.
billie's eyes flicked to my fingers, then back to me. she parted her lips obediently and i pushed my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste me. she sucked them clean without breaking eye contact, i held them there a little longer than necessary, just to watch her cheeks hollow, the wet sound of her mouth soft but clear in the quiet room while i caught my breath.
"good girl," i murmured back to her.
she pulled back slowly, lips shiny, then sat the camcorder off to the side and started undressing. her shirt came off first, followed by her jeans, each piece dropped carelessly to the floor until she was bare.
billie grabbed the camera yet again, she was so close to me i could feel the heat of her skin brushing mine as she flipped me onto my hands and knees. billie's free hand came down firm on my ass, the sharp slap echoing as she rubbed the spot right after, soothing the sting before her fingers slid lower. she toyed with my clit for a moment, slow teasing strokes that made me push back against her touch, my hips grinding back as she circled and pressed just enough to make me whimper.
billie dragged the thick tip of her dick slowly through my soaked pussy, coating herself in my wetness before rubbing it over my clit in firm strokes. each pass made me shiver and push back, chasing the pressure, my breath hitching every time she lingered on my sensitive spot.
with a low groan, billie lined herself up and thrust in deep, burying every inch in one hard stroke that knocked the air out of me. she didn't give me time to catch my breath, her hips snapped forward again and again, pounding into me with a rough, relentless rhythm that had my thighs shaking under the force of it.
"you taking this dick so good," she rasped, voice strained as she kept the camera trained on where she was fucking me open. one hand stayed on my hip, yanking me back to meet every brutal thrust, while the wet slap of skin echoed through the room.
billie didn't let up for even a second, her hips driving forward with that same rough, steady force that had my whole body rocking beneath her. every thrust pushed the air out of my lungs, the stretch of her dick dragging against my walls in a way that left me trembling.
her hand came down hard on my ass again, the sharp slap ringing out before she gripped my hips tighter and spoke, "throw that ass back for me. come on, work for it."
i pushed back without hesitation, moving my hips and meeting every brutal thrust with my own. the new rhythm made it feel even deeper, the wet, obscene sound of skin meeting skin growing louder with each movement. my arms quivering from the effort, but i kept going, throwing it back harder, chasing the way she filled me completely.
after a few strokes i turned my head, shooting a heated, almost angry glare straight at the camera, my eyes half-lidded with lust but narrowed in frustration at how good it felt, how deep she was, how helpless i looked getting fucked like this.
billie gave one cheek sharp slap before spreading me wider, gripping me tight as she yanked me back onto her dick with every deep thrust. "that dick feelin good hm?" she rasped, voice thick with pleasure as she kept the camera trained on where she was splitting me open.
i pushed back harder, arms shaking from the effort, my voice coming out needy and broken between moans, "yes... yes it feels so good, please don't stop, it's so deep." billie groaned low at my answer and retightened her grip, my thighs started to shake harder and i could feel myself dripping down her dick with every thrust.
my moans started turning into broken little whimpers as the feeling built higher and higher. i could feel myself getting wetter, my arms were shaking bad but i still tried to push back, chasing that feeling until the words started spilling out of me without thinking.
"daddy can i cum please can i, i need it," i begged, voice shaky and desperate.
billie let out a hum of approval and my whole body locked up as i started cumming, a loud moan ripping out of me while my pussy pulsed hard around her dick. yet she didn't stop, making my orgasm drag out even longer. my thighs trembled and my hips jerked on their own, the wet sounds getting messier as i kept clenching around her.
i moaned into the sheets while she fucked me through it, pulling me back onto her dick again and again. the pleasure kept pulsating through me in heavy waves, my body shaking as she made sure i felt every inch while i continued to paint her length with my wetness.
billie slowed down and pulled out, the sudden emptiness making me whimper as my pussy clenched around nothing. she flipped me onto my back with ease, spreading my legs wide open so nothing was hidden from the camera. the cool air hit my soaked pussy for a second before she brought the camcorder down close, angling it right between my thighs to film how wet and messy i was.
her thumb found my swollen clit right away, rubbing slow and steady circles over the sensitive nub while she filmed every twitch and drip. i was still shaking from the first orgasm, my hips jerking slightly every time her thumb pressed down. the overstimulation made my moans come out soft and broken as she kept rubbing me, making sure the camera caught every little reaction.
billie slid back inside me with one slow, deep thrust, the stretch making my eyes flutter shut for a second. once she was buried deep, billie moved the hand that had been rubbing my clit and pressed it flat against my lower stomach instead. she kept the pressure firm as she deep stroked me, pushing down slightly so i could feel every inch of her even more. the added pleasure made my back arch off the bed, a shaky moan slipping out as the sensation felt almost too intense.
my hands reached up without thinking, sliding over billie's abdomen first, feeling the way her muscles flexed with every thrust. i caressed her slowly, my fingers tracing along her stomach before moving up to her back, feeling the shift of her shoulders as she kept fucking me. the touch felt almost tender compared to how deep she was stroking me.
my hands kept moving, one sliding up to the back of her neck while the other stayed on her abdomen. i rubbed small circles against her skin, feeling the heat of her body as she kept the camcorder angled down between us. billie moaned low at the feeling of my hands on her, her strokes staying deep while i touched her wherever i could reach.
her rhythm started getting a little faster and rougher, the wet sounds growing louder as she fucked me. on one deep thrust her dick slipped out completely, the sudden emptiness making me whine.
but billie bit her bottom lip, grabbing her dick and slapping it down against my swollen clit a few times, the wet sound of it hitting my sensitive skin filling the room.
"put it back in baby," she rasped, voice low and thick as she rubbed the tip of her dick over my clit. she kept the camcorder angled down, filming every second of it while she waited for me to reach down. my hand moved without thinking, wrapping around her and lining her up again as she pushed my thigh up and open with her free hand.
my hand trembled slightly as i guided the tip back to my entrance with a soft whimper. billie pushed forward in one long, deep stroke that filled me completely again and made my back arch off the bed. the sudden fullness drew a broken moan from my throat while billie's hips started moving in deep, steady thrusts that rocked my entire body.
billie adjusted her grip on the camcorder, tilting it higher so the lens clearly captured the way my tits bounced with every rough stroke she gave me, my wetness growing louder as billie fucked me harder.
"billie," i gasped, voice shaking, "i'm gonna cum— fuck, i'm so close." my walls started fluttering around her dick as the pleasure built fast and sharp. billie kept the pace steady and deep, letting the camcorder record every second of my face twisting in pleasure.
i came with a loud, broken cry, my pussy clenching and pulsing hard around her dick as i soaked her in a rush of wetness. my whole body shook through the orgasm, thighs trembling while billie fucked me through it, the intensity left me gasping and boneless against the sheets.
billie pulled out at the last moment, stroking herself quickly as she came with a low groan. thick ropes of cum painted across my stomach in hot spurts, the camcorder capturing every drop that landed on my skin. billie's hand kept moving until she was empty, breathing hard while the lens stayed focused on the mess she'd made.
Synopsis: After getting into a relationship ending fight with your ex you find yourself at a gas station with only a few dollars to your name and no place to call home. Trucker!Sevika sees a young, pretty thing in need of some help and well... the road can get pretty lonely when you're driving all alone for weeks on end.
Wc: 1.6
Warnings: g!p Sevika, legal but fairly large age gap (S is late 40's, R is early 20's), CNC, dubious consent, slight Somnophilia, Sevika is a perv, musk/sweat kink?, size kink, praise + degradation, unprotected sex + creampie, kidnapping.
An angel sent from heaven, that's what you resembled to Sevika when she pulled up at the truck stop. Crying with your makeup smeared down your cheeks and chin, messed up from how much you've been wiping away the tears.
The thud from Sevika's weight dropping onto the gravel from her truck caught your attention, lifting your head just enough to make eye contact with the stranger.
She was... gross. Her white wife pleaser was stained beyond saving with sweat, oil and grease stains. And something else you couldn't name. The toothpick between her teeth was chewed to death you're surprised she's not got spliters. Her nail beds were nasty too, large calloused hands covered in grime and fuel, cuticles a black color, matching underneath her nails.
Overall she was a mess... just like you, in some way. Only you were showered and more dishevelled than actually dirty. When was the last time she had a shower? The stench was terrible... yeah. Definitely not somewhat pleasing. Her musk was not making you feel oddly aroused. No way.
"Didn't your mama tell ya starin' is rude, doll?" Clutching your singular duffle bag closer to your chest you meet her eyes again. She's chewing on that pick with a smirk that is absolutely devastating, because it's so fucking sexy and you just broke up with your ex and you weren't about to rebound with some dirty trucker.
"Sorry... bad night." Had Sevika not been staring at your lips she wouldn't of known what you said- but lip reading came with the job, making out whatever stupid insults other drivers were shouting in their cars.
"Ain't got nowhere to land, do ya doll?" For a minute you want to protest, tell her you're waiting for somebodyto come and get you and that you'll be fine without her help.
However that would be a lie.
"...no." it was so quiet other than the rumbling of other trucks and the two old truckers with beer bellies laughing just outside the store.
"Get in the truck doll, I've got ya." Before you could think about refusing she'd tossed the truck keys into your lap and started to walk away towards the fuel pump. This was a terrible idea. Horrible. You're probably going to end up being the star of your very own murder documentary... but you really had no other choice.
It was this or nothing.
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"If you wanna settle down for the night, sleepers in the back." It had been an hour since you accepted the ride from the woman- who you'd learned was named Sevika. Peering past the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper your nose wrinkles.
Why you expected her sleeping conditions to be any cleaner than her was beyond you. Of course it was filthy. The mattress had no sheet and there was some... concerning stains. The duvet she did have was as rumpled up into a ball in the corner. And she had one singular fucking pillow.
What. The. Fuck.
"You... you actually sleep back there? Like that?" Sevika's smirk grew as she took a quick peek back into the sleeper, assessing then deciding it was fine.
"Nothin' wrong with that doll, us truckers ain't picky. You take what you can get." Sitting back and refocusing on the road ahead, your eyes keep drifting to her hands. They're disgusting yet you keep imagining them on you for some fucked up reason.
"That's gross. You could at least get a mattress cover or something. Like what are those stains?" A shiver ran through you at your own question. Why did you ask? You don't want to know. The answer is only going to gross you out further.
"Struggle to sleep. Get alotta 'lone time with my fist." She smirks. Your lips purse in disgust.
"Ugh. You're such a perv."
"Like you ain't ever touched your own pussy, bet it's real sweet."
"Something you'll never find out."
"We'll see about that."
Her stench was filling up the cab, a musky, horrid sweaty scent that was doing nothing to help this god awful attraction towards her that you're actively ignoring. The jacket over your lap hides the way your thighs press together- or so you think.
Sevika is observant, has to be when driving a big rig like this. Of course she catches it.
"Got get some shut eye, doll. You're practically fallin' asleep over there." You really shouldn’t. You don't want too, being asleep means being vulnerable... though it had been a long day, and an even longer, emotionally draining evening.
A hour. At most.
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Sevika was trying so hard, so fucking hard. The urge to pull over and climb back there to have her way with you was overwhelming. It had been a good few years since she'd had something so pretty in her grasp- though no amount of time lessened her senses to women who were turned on.
The way you tried to hide it was adorable. She knew you didn't want to be attracted to her, Sevika knows she's a little roughed up, but everyone deserves a little love, right?
Pulling into a nearby, empty pit stop she slows and stops the truck gently as to not wake you. Initially you'd argued, were adamant that you weren't sleeping in her filth, though eventually you gave in. Climbing into the back is a struggle with Sevika being over six foot the sleeper was too small for her alone.
With you in it? She'd make it work.
You'd fallen asleep facing away from the cab, giving Sevika the perfect opportunity to stop down and spoon you from behind. Immediately she feels you tense then relax as she envelops you from behind, her musky scent flooding your senses in the best way possible.
"Sevikaaa... no..." the protest was weak, sleepy and absolutely not at all a real protest. Sevika ignored it and let her hands roam, slipping into your waistband and under your panties. With exploring hands she finds exactly what she thought she would.
Soft. Warm. Wet... and fucking tight. The tips of her two fingers already felt like they were stretching you open and she only had the tips of her digits in there. "Jesus fucking christ doll..."
Her hips roll against you pressing her chubbed up cock between your cheeks. Thank god you wore a skirt... maybe it's not so good for you though she has easy access and that's all she cares about.
By now you were half asleep, half awake your inhibitions weakened. Without restraint Sevika wraps one dirty, calloused hand around one thighs, lifting and spreading you open as she replaces her fingers with her length. A low, feral groan escapes Seviks, her breath hot against your neck as she start to rock the rig rocking along with your bodies as she stuffs you full.
You smelled so fucking sweet it was intoxicating.
Sevika smelled so fucking musky which was also intoxicating in an embarrassing way, because despite denying you wanted this, your body was reacting completely differently. Your hands come to rest on her forearm which was wrapped loosely around your neck to keep you in her hold as she humps into you like your nothing but a warm, wet hole for her pleasure.
"Shit baby... so fuckin' tight." Her hands spread you open wider as her thrusts pick up speed and intensity. The loud 'plap plap plap' of her hips pounding against your fleshy backside filled the small space, bouncing off the sleeper walls accompanied by the embarrassingly loud squelching of your cunt.
Small whines and moans are forced from your sleepy mouth as Sevika has her way with you, giving no option but to take it. Rhythmically your pussy pulses and clenches around her invading length, betraying your disgust with a primal need to be taken.
The position was slightly awkward and Sevika wasn't a young hound anymore but she'll be dammed if she stops or slows down just because her knees hurt. "Look at you... takin' my cock like a filthy fucking street whore hm? Gonna start working the corner to pay me back for all the miles I've driven you hm?"
Sevika's words were cruel, so godamn cruel yet all you could do was let out a pathetic, mindless whimper as your cunt betrayed you once more, gushing around her cock. With each pummel of her hips you could feel her swelling inside you, twitching with need. "That's right baby, lie here and take it. My very own personal cocksleeve... we'll loosen you up, don't worry doll."
Her last few stokes were lazy, her hips rolling and grinding to bury herself as deep as she could get before she let go. Groaning and biting at your sweaty neck she kept still, thighs tensing as she stuffed you full of her seed, the creamy white leaking out around her cock and smearing over your ass cheeks.
She wasn't sure if you came and she couldn't care less if you had. That was the best fuck she's had in... years. She's keeping you. Maybe in the morning she'll find a nice spot to take you for breakfast, knowing you'll be walking around with her dried cum between your legs.
It was unknown to you right now that you were hers, as you fell asleep in her arms again exhausted and completely fucked out. You'd learn soon enough.
📋Summary: The tension between Billie and the protagonist has only intensified since the night before. In a moment of vulnerability in the dressing room, Billie confronts the protagonist over her jealousy toward another member of the crew.
🫗Pairing: AU [Director!Billie x Actress!Reader]
🏷️Warnings/Tags
▫️Genre: Alternative Universe, Drama, Smut, Power Dynamics.
▫️Warnings: Oral (R!receiving), P-in-V, risk of getting caught.
▫️POV: Reader.
The next morning on set felt like the air had a different density.
The makeup had barely managed to hide the reddish marks at the base of my neck, and every time I moved, I felt a subtle, yet constant, reminder of the night before.
The scene we were filming was the same as the previous day: the emotional climax. But this time, everything was different. I didn’t have to act out the hunger, nor the vulnerability, nor the desperation. I only had to remember the weight of her body on mine and the sound of her voice giving me orders.
When our eyes met in the middle of the take, I saw that darkness in her gaze. Billie wasn't looking at her actress; she was looking at her lead. Her stare was possessive, charged with a shared memory that the rest of the crew, fortunately, could not decipher.
"Cut," she said, and for a moment, the silence was absolute. "Impeccable. We don't need another. Head to your trailers, I'll see you for the next sequence in an hour."
The sense of relief upon reaching my trailer was immense. I collapsed into the chair, exhausted, my muscles still vibrating from the intensity of the shoot. I grabbed a water bottle, drinking desperately, trying to calm the pulse that still quickened at the memory of Billie’s look on set.
The sound of the door closing didn't surprise me; I felt it coming. But when I looked up, I saw her reflected in the mirror.
Billie was there, sliding the bolt lock with a slowness that gave me goosebumps. She didn't say anything, she simply walked toward me. Her eyes scanned my face, then dipped toward my neckline where, barely, the makeup hid what she had left me the night before.
Without a word, she began to unbutton her pants.
"You look so fucking good under those lights," she said, her voice so raspy it seemed to vibrate against the mirror’s glass. "It took God and everyone for me not to interrupt the take to mark you again right there."
I froze when her hands settled on my shoulders, forcing me to tilt my head back to see her through the mirror.
"You were very close to Danielle in that last take," she said, and the tone of her voice shifted. It wasn't just desire anymore; there was a note of pure venom. "That imbecile... I’ve seen how she looks at you, how she tries to touch you more than necessary when the cinematographer isn't looking."
"Billie, it's just work," I tried to say, though her hand, now stroking my throat, robbed me of breath.
"She's an asshole who doesn't know where to keep her stupid hands," she spat. "I really just wanted to have lunch with you, but now that I see that idiot made you smile today, I have much more of a desire to remind you exactly who you belong to."
She forced me to stand, turning me around to face her. Her expression softened upon seeing my exhausted face, and her fingers, which seconds before had possessed an almost cruel strength, began to trace soft lines down my cheeks with a tenderness that completely disarmed me.
"You're exhausted, I know," she murmured, leaning toward my lips with a devotion that contrasted with her previous rough attitude. "But I need you. I need to know that, even if she’s on set, you are mine. Only mine."
She kissed me—a kiss that began as an order and ended as a plea. Billie was a tornado of contradictions: rough when pressing my hips against the vanity, but so tender when tucking a lock of hair behind my ear with a delicacy that made me sob.
"Does it hurt?" she asked against my mouth, her thumb caressing my lower lip. "Forgive me if I get carried away, but you make me so jealous that I lose my mind."
"It doesn't hurt," I lied, melting into her. "Just... stay."
She let out a sigh, closing her eyes as she pulled me against her chest, her filming t-shirt impregnated with her scent.
"Lock the door," she said, returning to her dominant tone. "I’m not going to be gentle this time, but I promise that when we're finished, you won't want to leave my side all day."
The outside world became a distant murmur. In the trailer, amidst the smell of makeup and her perfume, hierarchy didn't matter; what mattered was the fact that Billie, the implacable director, was there, claiming me with a perfect mixture of possession and that secret tenderness she only showed me.
My hands, guided by an instinct I could no longer repress, dropped to the waistband of her half-unzipped pants.
I touched her over the fabric of her underwear, feeling the heat and hardness pulsing against my palm. I stroked her length with firm pressure, causing Billie to squeeze her eyes shut and let out a choked growl.
"Baby, if you keep doing that, I'm going to explode," she warned. Her voice sounded strained, on the verge of collapse, as she pressed her forehead against my shoulder, trying to regain control.
I looked at her through the mirror’s reflection, my eyes fixed on hers when she opened them again.
"Fill me then," I replied, without a hint of doubt.
That simple sentence was the trigger that broke the dam. All the careful, contained tenderness she had tried to maintain shattered under the urgency of her desire.
With a quick and agile movement, she lifted me by my thighs, sitting me on the edge of the vanity and sending some makeup brushes clattering to the tiles.
She pushed aside my clothing with frantic efficiency and, freeing herself completely, sank into me in one push.
I let out a gasp that she silenced with her mouth, kissing me as she began to thrust. There were no more dark lessons or the torturous, calculated cadence of the night before; this was pure, raw, and overwhelming necessity.
Her movements were fast, messy, and deeply desperate. The vanity shook with every hit of her hips, and the sound of our skin colliding echoed in the small trailer.
"Tell me if it hurts, love..." she panted against my neck, without slowing the implacable rhythm of her thrusts. "I just need you, I'll be quick... I promise."
I buried my fingers in her messy hair, pulling her toward me, feeling how each sway stretched me and filled me in a way that clouded my mind once more.
"I know, Billie... shit, you're so good," I moaned, arching my back to receive her even deeper.
She lifted her face to look at me, and what I saw stole my breath. There was no trace left of the rude boss, nor the arrogant director who controlled the set with an iron fist. She looked so pretty, with dark hair stuck to her forehead by sweat, flushed cheeks, and eyes shining with pure devotion.
She was completely emotionally naked in front of me, driven by an honesty that disarmed me.
"If you don't finish now, I promise..." she stammered, her breathing jagged as her hips struck against mine in an accelerated frenzy. "I promise to take care of you after, but just let me... just let me..."
Seeing her like that, so vulnerable, desperate, and surrendered to what she felt, was enough to push me over the edge.
I didn't need her to make me finish later, because that desperation of hers, the way she begged me with her body, was the most potent aphrodisiac in the world. I squeezed her with my legs, feeling my walls pulse around her as she also reached her own limit.
With one last raspy moan, muffled against my skin, Billie lunged with all her strength and emptied herself inside me.
Her body shook violently in my arms, spasm after spasm, as her weight fell completely onto my chest. She clung to me as if I were the only anchor keeping her tethered to the earth.
Silence returned slowly to the trailer, interrupted only by our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the filming set. Billie hugged me with overwhelming strength, burying her face in my neck, letting me know with the warm brush of her lips that, no matter what happened under the spotlight, her devotion to me was absolute.
Billie pulled away just a few centimeters, her eyes flashing with a determination that made me tremble. Before I could react, she forced me to lie back on the vanity, my legs hanging off and my hands clutching the edge of the wood.
With an agility that left me breathless, she crouched between my thighs, her presence occupying my entire field of vision.
"Billie, it's okay..." I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "See you tonight, you're done..."
She shook her head, a dangerous smile curving her lips.
"Yeah, but you're going to finish now. I'm not leaving you like this, baby. You're mine, and I'm not leaving until you've screamed my name in a way that that imbecile Danielle can hear through the trailer walls."
Her movements were agile, expert—a choreography of pleasure that drove me mad. Billie began to use her mouth and fingers with a precision that didn't allow me a second of respite.
I felt stretched, claimed, opened wide before her absolute devotion. Every time I tried to pull away, she pulled me closer, pressing her lips against my most sensitive spot, ensuring I couldn't escape the whirlwind she was creating.
"Billie... stop..." I sobbed, feeling the pleasure gather in my belly like a storm about to break. "I'm going to scream!"
My moans, high-pitched and loaded with desperation, began to filter out of the trailer. Far from being scared of the risk of being heard, my sounds only seemed to turn her on more.
She increased the intensity of her movements, her fingers moving with a cadence that forced me to arch, to lose the notion of where the furniture ended and she began.
"Do it, baby," she murmured, her voice vibrating against my skin.
"Scream. Let everyone know who you belong to. Let everyone know I'm yours at the end of the day."
"Mine...?" I stammered, losing my connection to reality as my senses collapsed.
Billie stopped for an instant, looking at me from below, her lips parted and an expression of absolute adoration mixed with possessiveness.
"All yours, pretty girl," she responded, before reclaiming me with a devotion that made me lose control completely.
The climax hit me like a tide, violent and sweet. My screams finally broke the trailer’s silence, muffled only by the way she caught me, absorbing every one of my spasms. Billie held me, ensuring I wouldn't fall, present for every second of my breakdown.
When my pulse finally returned to my veins, she stood up, kissed me with a tenderness that contrasted brutally with the chaos she had just caused, and looked at me with the certainty of someone who knows they have left their mark, physically and emotionally, upon their lead actress.
Billie composed herself quickly, her breathing still slightly erratic, and approached me with a calm that belied the storm she had just provoked. She took my waist, pulling me toward her, and buried her face in the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply as if she needed my scent to stabilize herself again.
"You're my favorite flavor," she murmured against my skin, a trail of warm moisture that made me shiver.
I let out a soft laugh, even though my legs were still shaking from the effort. I gave her a small push on the shoulder, hiding my own devotion under a playful tone.
"Idiot..." I said, though there wasn't a hint of venom in my words.
She let out a low, raspy laugh.
She began to leave a shower of slow, deliberate kisses along my cheek, then down the line of my jaw until reaching my neck, where she left a slightly deeper kiss—a small sign of possession that would hide my skin until the makeup could work its magic again.
Her lips traveled every centimeter of my face with a softness that completely disarmed me, an absolute contrast to the ferocity of just a few minutes ago.
She pulled away slightly, keeping her hands on my hips, scanning me with a look that sought signs of exhaustion.
"I'm going to go get something to eat, baby," she announced, smoothing my hair with a tenderness that made me feel the rest of the world was irrelevant. "You're exhausted and you're going to faint if you don't get some energy. Don't move from here, understood?"
She gave me one last kiss, this time on the tip of my nose, and headed to the trailer door with a naturalness that I found fascinating. She was the director who commanded everything and everyone, but in that trailer, she was just the woman who had just fallen apart for me.
"Ten minutes," she promised, stopping before leaving. "Not a second more. Get ready, because after we eat, we are going to finish ruining this afternoon's filming schedule."
The door closed softly, leaving me alone with the silence of the trailer, the echo of her words, and the electric trail her presence had left in every corner of the room.
I brought my hand to my lips, still feeling the heat of her kisses, and smiled into the void, knowing that, indeed, I would never be an "actress" in front of her again; I was hers now, and the thought no longer scared me—it brought me absolute peace.
content warnings: shimmer-strap, smut with plot, bulging, squirting, overstimulation, clit rubbing, slight hand job (?), sub bottom sevika, cnc, doggystyle and missionary mainly, praise kink, cum eating / licking, oral (r!recieving)
The promise Sevika had made to you about changing your lives around the moment she became a Councilor representing Zaun wasn’t empty. She did change everything around.
From the cramped little apartment you both shared to the clothes you always styled differently to keep up with fashion— Sevika hated seeing even the slightest signs of struggle. Which was ironic, considering you both lived in a place like the Undercity, which was heavily poverty stricken, and nevertheless— Sevika always made sure to provide for you and take care of your needs, even when you’ve mentioned countless times that she doesn’t have to feel the need to do so.
Even when you both struggled, Sevika always figured a way to make sure you were pleased with how she performed in bed.
Being broke never meant you couldn’t be sexually satisfied.
But that’s when she saw the shimmer strap. The moment Sevika saw it, she was already lost in thought, imagining how you would feel if she were to be able to feel your insides wrapped around her perfectly.
Sevika had dreamt of this moment countless times before. Not that she had ever assumed it would come true…
She had felt you before— on her fingers and her mouth. The way your soft, warm walls wrapped around her digits when she fingered you was otherworldly, and Sevika couldn’t get enough of it, even after fucking you for hours. You never understood what kind of pleasure Sevika got from this, but you never asked her to stop.
If she wanted to, why would you deny her that?
She had felt you on her tongue too. Your gummy insides, your twitching clit. Everything about you drove her crazy to the point she wanted to spend endless money behind the shimmer strap.
But she leashed herself.
Not literally— that’s for another day.
Mentally.
“Fuck, how does this work?” She mumbled to herself as she wore the harness, securing it around her muscular frame.
She sure hoped she didn’t pick a size too large for you.
You weren’t all that smaller than her but Sevika— being the muscular woman that she is, she was naturally bigger than most other people around her.
Including you.
She wanted this moment to be special, the first time you could feel Sevika fucking you while she also simultaneously felt pleasure. This was supposed to heighten sex in its own way, and Sevika wanted to reserve this moment specifically for your birthday but she was so nervous about this— she was starting to think maybe a little bit of practice beforehand wouldn’t have hurt…
She looked down— the strap was deep purple in color and had veins running across the shaft as it stood hard, a little curved.
She took a deep breath.
Impaling you on her cock had been her dream for so long.
She masturbated to that thought in the bathroom even— taking suspiciously long showers as she rubbed her clit, and imagined how it would feel to her, if she were to be able to feel your pussy wrapping around the tip of her dick perfectly.
She nervously held the shaft. The pleasure was instant. Electric.
It took a little bit of stroking to calm the initial adrenaline, but when she was finally ready, she stepped away from where she was and walked to your laid form on the bed.
“What is it that you wanted to show me, Vika—?”
Your lips were parted, all words lost, brain blank.
“Oh.”
“Is it bad?”
You crawled closer, just to see it better. Sevika blushed as she stood there, waiting for you to try to feel the texture of it. When your fingers wrapped around the length, a soft whine left Sevika.
“Fuck!”
“Yeah?” You grinned slightly, “does that feel good?”
Sevika nodded, pressing her lips together tightly as if she was trying not to make any form of sound but failing miserably. You grinned, evil almost as your hand pumped her, palm working up and down her shaft making her bite her lip to try to contain her moans but it didn’t exactly help. The pleasure was overcoming her.
“You look so pretty when I stroke your strap.” You said with a sweet smile, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, fill me up with all your inches and cum inside me.”
Sevika groaned under breath.
“Lay back, baby, let me take care of you.”
You laid back and watched as Sevika knelt between your legs. She massaged your legs, pushing them open. The claws of her mechanical fingers were drawn back so she wouldn’t hurt you, she used the metal hand to push your leg down, using her flesh hand to guide your other leg.
You felt the head of the toy nudge at your folds, you gripped the sheets. The anticipation of finally being able to feel her in a way that ensured her pleasure as well— the thought of that alone made her get wet. She pushed forward, watching as inch by inch she disappeared in your tightness.
Your pussy clenched around her before she even started thrusting, you were so needy, your wetness dribbled down the length and caught Sevika’s eye.
“Gosh, baby, you look so good like this, I could fuck you forever.”
“Then start already,” you said impatiently.
She gripped your waist, not too tightly but firm enough to let you know you’re hers. All hers for tonight.
She drove herself in deep. You moaned loudly, body arching and toes curling from the pleasure.
The shaft of the dick wasn’t way too large for you to feel uncomfortable, but it was still big enough for you to feel a stinging sensation every time she thrusted in you.
“Fuck, baby.”
“It’s all me.”
Sevika pressed your lower abdomen where the visible imprint of the bulbous toy showed. The sight of it alone had Sevika twitching inside your tight wet heat.
She fucked you like she had been deprived of this very moment all her life.
“Please, I need you deeper.” You whispered, pushing yourself back on her toy.
Sevika turned you over on your stomach, and pulled your hips up— fucking you in doggystyle now. She pounded into you hard. Every snap of her hips forward made that sound of skin against skin that was bound to be keeping your neighbours up tonight.
The way she fucked was nasty, filthy.
Her hand reached down and your eyes flew open. Her rough fingers toyed with your clit, rubbing and stroking the sensitive part. She knew that’s what got you going the most even when she had her strap-on deep in your cunt.
“Squeeze me. More.” Sevika ordered and you obeyed.
Her cunt clenched around her length, keeping all her inches locked inside you until— with a guttural cry, you squirted.
The bedding was soaked.
You rolled over on your back, letting your body fall as you laid and stared at the ceiling with hazy eyes.
“That’s— that was amazing.”
Sevika didn’t stop.
She slowly guided your legs over her shoulders for better leverage, and thrusted deep inside. Your eyes rolled back.
“Nnnngh— no! Sevika! Too much!”
“You’re— you feel so good.” Sevika moaned, “your insides— they’re clinging onto me so fuckin’ good!”
She was lost in the feeling of you. You couldn’t even blame her. After all, she had been yearning for this all her life and now that she finally had it— you knew she wouldn’t stop until she no longer could physically move her body anymore.
You were so overstimulated, your brain felt numbed out from all the fucking and you didn’t even know what was happening anymore. But you trusted Sevika to treat you well, so you laid there and took the fucking like a good girl.
Your breasts bounced with every thrust of the strap deeper. Your inner walls were sore, clit throbbing for attention that Sevika gave using her fingers every once in a while, just to remind you she hadn’t forgotten about your pleasure in the heat of her own.
“I’m cumming again…” you muttered, sweat trickling down your body.
Sevika’s lips were pressed tightly, hair sticking to her temple, sweat-slicked, “cum. Cum, my pretty girl.”
And you did.
Waves of pleasure washed over your body as your orgasm came crashing. Sevika pulled out— artificial shimmer-semen spurted from the tip of the toy and coated your body in thick strands.
Sevika bent and before you could register it, she shoved her tongue inside you. You gasped and grabbed her head, holding her in place as she collected your liquids on her tongue.
“Oh, my perfect girl. You taste so good.”
You blushed. “You… I think I prefer the shimmer-strap.”
Sevika raised a brow, not saying anything as she kept servicing you with her mouth.
“I like it when you fill my insides and feel me wrapped around you.”
Your words flustered the other woman as she grabbed both your thighs and pressed them on either side of her head.
au: you are a woman of composure, calm, poise. but inside that specific folder in billie's phone, a restricted access to anyone, contains multiple videos of you that is only for billie's eyes to see.
contains: g!p billie, filming of sex, blowjob, face riding
an: not proofread. Part II of Restricted Access
CLIP 9: Red
➀ Video ▹ 1:12
the video opens with your soft, struggled whine. filmed on billie's phone that you bought her just earlier cause she threw her old one at the mirror and shattered it dead.
on the drive to her house, she said she wanted to bless it. you raised a brow but didn't question.
and look where it got you.
she's holding it high, looking down at the two of you in the reflection of the soundproof glass. the room is bathed in deep crimson. billie is sitting in the producer's chair with you straddling her.
she's holding the phone in one hand, filming your face as you realize what’s happening beneath you. her cock is out, fully erect and pulsing, trapped between your grinding hips and her lap.
"look at the screen, baby," she rasps, her voice a low and teasing.
billie tilts the phone down so the camera catches the rhythm—the way her cock disappears and reappears as you slide over the head of it.
she’s smirking, looking totally relaxed while you’re falling apart.
she lets out a witty, breathless laugh when you let out a loud sob of frustration.
"I hate you." you managed to stutter.
"Mhm." billie hums mockingly. leaning over to pressed a kiss on your sweaty temple.
she drops the phone onto the desk—the camera pointing at the ceiling—and you just hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of her finally sliding all the way inside you, followed by her low, satisfied "fuck, you're so wet."
CLIP 11: Sit. Down.
➀ Video ▹ 1:34
a static shot from the side. you are hovering over billie's face, but you’re clearly hesitant, bracing yourself with your hands on the mattress.
billie's hands come up to grab your hips. she's looking up at you from the pillows, her blue eyes dark and intense.
"stop holding yourself up," she grumbles, the sound muffled by your proximity. "i'm not gonna break, baby. Put your weight on me."
you try to sink down, but you’re still shaking, overthinking it.
billie lets out a huff—that classic, "scolding" tone. "Dude, seriously? Trust me. Sit. Down. All the way." she reaches up and pulls your arms out from under you, forcing you to collapse onto her face.
the audio changes instantly to the sound of her tongue working frantically against you. you let out a sob, your body finally going limp against her. you feel her hum, vibrating against your sensitive clit.
the way she made eye contact with you — eyes half-lidded, blown. she glided her tongue through your slit, flicking it making you shudder.
"Shit—" you gasp, gripping the headboard.
"yeah? you like that?"
"fuck you." oh, you were frustrated. she let out a small, amused chuckle against your inner thigh.
"baby, you already are."
your hand shot out to grip her hair and she winced when you tugged. "Okay, fuck that hurts—"
"finish what you started, Eilish." and there goes that voice. that same voice you use to dominate board rooms and executives.
billie liked it. fucking loved it.
she grips your thighs, keeping you pinned there, her muffled voice saying, "there she is. that's my girl."
CLIP 13: Needy
➀ Video ▹ 5:32
you are holding the phone this time. it's a messy, high-angle shot looking down at your own body.
theframe shows your legs wrapped around billie's waist.
she's trying to pull away, her face soft and concerned. "baby, we’ve been at this for an hour, your skin is literally raw," she’s saying. but you aren't listening.
you're pulling her back by her shirt, your face a mask of needy determination. first day of ovulation is always brutal.
you force her back into you. the camera shakes violently as her cock slides back in, hitting your sweet spot with a squelching wetness that sounds like a splash. you let out a sob of relief, your hand dropping the phone onto the bed so the camera is just filming the ceiling, but the audio is crystal clear.
you hear the bedframe creaking and the sound of skin-on-skin contact. you're making these high, repetitive "uh-uh-uh" sounds with every thrust.
your nails clawed into billie's skin, her pale arms covered with trails of scratches. some were even bleeding slightly.
billie's voice is a wreck, hissing every time the cool air of the AC hits her arms. "Okay, okay…god, you’re gonna be the death of me."
the clip ends with the sound of a heavy, final thud and a long, shared groan of absolute exhaustion before the camera was pushed off the bed.
CLIP 8: Shy?
➀ Video ▹ 4:51
billie is standing in front of a brightly lit vanity mirror, filming the reflection. you're tucked between her and the counter, hidden mostly by her oversized hoodie, until she pulls it up.
billie looks into the camera with a witty, half-lidded smirk. "check out my little shy baby," she mumbles.
she moves the fabric, revealing you on your knees, your face buried in her lap. her cock is thick and heavy, and you're swirling your tongue around the head with a needy focus.
you realize you're being filmed and freeze for a second, your face turning bright red.
billie just chuckles and strokes your cheek. "don't stop, mama. It's just for us."
you let out a tiny, soft whine and go back to it. but now you’re being bold, making eye contact with her through the lens as you swallow her deep.
the sound is messy and wet. you're drooling slightly, the friction creating a loud slurp-squelch every time you move.
billie's eyes go wide, her composure finally cracking.
"oh, fuck... okay, that's it," she gasps, reaching down to pull you up by your waist.
the video ended when the phone was long forgotten, facing up to the ceiling, and the words "it's okay baby, i'll go slow." was heard before the screen went black.
CLIP 15: she grumpy as hell after wtf
➀ Video ▹ 2:47
one thing, you're always the meanest after sex.
billie is filming you in the hotel bathroom. you've just showered, and you’re standing there with a towel around your head, looking incredibly small and grumpy because she won't give you your hairbrush.
a little punishment because you won't talk to her after you two pulled a 365 days yacht scene. you couldn't feel your legs — at all.
billie is holding the brush above her head as if her 3 apples tall frame is going to do shit to your 5'10 height. "give me a kiss first. a real one. not the 'I'm embarrassed' peck."
you blink. face blank.
you're standing there with your arms crossed over your chest, lowkey on the edge. "give me the brush, billie. I have a call with your label in twenty minutes."
"Kiss. First." she leans up, her eyes sparkling with wit.
you finally give in, reaching down to pull her up by her collar, giving her a deep, possessive kiss that catches her off guard. when you pull away, you snatch the brush from her hand.
you walk out of the bathroom with a "thank you," leaving her standing there stunned.
billie looks at the camera and whispers, "she's so mean to me. I love her so much."
the clip ends with her following you out, already planning how to make you pissed.
(might be the last part. next update is pretty…yeah)
𓏲ּ𝄢 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : anal, dom billie, g!p billie warning!!, size kink, pussy eating, body dysmorphia, strawberry shortcake chapstick mentioned (albeit not important), reader has glasses reader is a double d, missionary , cowgirl , use of “good girl” , slight roleplay , nipple play , make-shift blindfold , talking through it , spanking , foul language, reader is of age. lowercase intended... ⋮ ⌗ ┆wc: 1.4k
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧' + 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧' : shy!sub!reader and dom!billie where they’ve been together for a couple months and maybe reader has gained a little bit of relationship weight if you know what I mean and is feeling super insecure and Billie pulls her in front of a mirror and fucks her, making her watch herself fall apart as she tells her everything she loves about her. playin': strawberry shortcake by melanie martinez
ⓘ ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: plus your fav's birthday is soon and this is a spicy one...
you’ve been quiet all evening. not withdrawn, not sad—just quiet. the kind of quiet that settles deep in your bones, the kind billie notices even when you think you're hiding it. she’s been watching you all night, her green eyes sharp beneath the dim glow of the salt lamp in the corner. the music hums low—some jazzy, slow-tempo lullaby she found on a forgotten playlist, all brushed snares and velvet piano keys. it wraps around the room like smoke.
you’re curled on the edge of the bed in your oversized sweater, thumbs scrolling mindlessly through your phone. you know she’s looking. you feel it. the weight of her gaze is a warmth against your skin, a pressure between your shoulder blades. you shift, pull the sweater lower over your thighs. it used to hang loose, now it hugs where your body spills just a little more than it did two months ago. two months. that’s all it’s been, and already you’ve bloomed softer, rounder, more. and it terrifies you.
“hey,” she says, voice low, syrup-sweet and rough all at once. “come here.”
you glance up. she’s propped against the headboard, one knee bent, the other stretched long beneath the sheets. she’s wearing that black tank top that shows off the curve of her biceps, the ink crawling up her arms like living shadows. her hair’s a messy halo, half-up, half-down, strands falling across her forehead. she pats the spot beside her.
you hesitate.
“come. here.” this time, her voice drops—just a shade lower, just enough to make your breath catch. dominant, not cruel. commanding, not cold. it’s a tone she only uses when she knows you need it. when she knows you’ve been spiraling in your head, whispering ugly things to yourself when you think no one can hear.
you set the phone down, crawl over. your glasses catch the low light as you slip them off, folding them carefully on the nightstand. she watches every move.
when you settle beside her, she doesn’t touch you. not yet. just stares. long. searching.
“you’ve been avoiding the mirror again,” she murmurs.
your stomach lurches. “what? no. i haven’t—”
“bullshit.” she reaches out, cups your jaw, thumbs your bottom lip—still slick with that stupid strawberry shortcake chapstick you love. “you haven’t looked at yourself in the full-length since we got home. you changed in the bathroom. you walked past it like it was gonna bite you.”
you look down. your fingers twist in the hem of your sweater.
“i just—” you whisper, “i don’t… i feel different. heavier. i know it’s stupid, i know you don’t care, but—”
“stop.” sharp, sudden. she lifts your chin. “don’t say another word unless it’s true. and that? that shit you’re tellin’ yourself? it’s not true. you’re not less. you’re more. you’re real. you’re here. you’re mine. and if you think i don’t love every damn inch of you—every soft roll, every curve, every stretch mark glistening like stars on your hips—you’re dead wrong.”
her voice is fierce. protective. it wraps around you like a vow.
then she stands, pulls you up with her. “come on.”
“where are we—?”
“mirror.”
your pulse stutters. “billie, i don’t—”
“you will.” she tugs you across the room, slow, deliberate. the plush rug muffles your steps. the full-length mirror stands in the corner, framed in black wood, catching the dim light in lazy streaks.
she positions you in front of it, then steps behind you, her body pressing flush against your back. her arms slide around your waist, pulling you tight against her. you feel the heat of her, the strength in her arms, the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest against you.
“look,” she murmurs against your ear. “really look.”
you squeeze your eyes shut.
“open.”
you do. slowly.
your reflection stares back—messy hair, flushed cheeks, soft belly spilling slightly over the waistband of your cotton shorts. your thighs press together, dimpling. your breasts, full and heavy in your bra, rise with each shaky breath. you look… loved. touched. used. and you feel ugly for thinking it.
“you see what i see?” she asks, voice like smoke.
“i see… i look different.”
“good.” her hands slide up, cupping your breasts through the sweater. she thumbs your nipples until they peak, hard and aching. “i see a woman who eats what she wants and doesn’t apologize. i see softness that fits perfectly in my hands. i see hips that grind against me like they were made to. i see a body that lives—not one that hides.”
she leans down, bites your shoulder gently. “you’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
you whimper.
“you wanna know what i think when i see you?” she continues, fingers dancing lower, slipping beneath your sweater, under the waistband of your shorts. “i think about how good you feel when i’m buried in you. how your ass jiggles when i spank it. how your body opens for me like you were made for my cock.” she presses her thigh between yours, grinding up. “i think about how you beg when i eat that tight little pussy. how you scream when i fill your ass.”
your breath hitches. your reflection shows your cheeks flushing deeper, your lips parted.
“you’re mine,” she growls. “every soft inch. every roll. every freckle. and i worship it.”
she turns you, pushes you back onto the bed. your glasses are forgotten. the world blurs at the edges, but her face is sharp, focused. she straddles your hips, leans down, kisses you slow—deep, wet, claiming.
“take off your sweater,” she says, pulling back.
you do, fingers trembling. then your shorts. your bra. she watches, her eyes dark, hungry.
“on your knees. facing the mirror.”
you crawl, turn, kneel. the cool air kisses your bare skin. your body trembles.
she stands behind you, unzips her pants, pulls out her dick—thick, curved just right. she lubes it slow, slick fingers working the silicone in long, deliberate strokes. then she’s behind you again, pressing close.
“i’m gonna fuck you,” she murmurs, “and you’re gonna watch yourself fall apart. you’re gonna see how beautiful you are when you’re getting owned by me.”
she presses the tip against your ass. you gasp.
“breathe, good girl,” she soothes, one hand on your hip, the other tangling in your hair. “relax for me. let me in.”
you push back, slowly, and she sinks in—inch by thick inch. you cry out, head falling forward.
“look. look at yourself.”
you lift your head. your reflection shows your mouth open, eyes wide, face flushed. billie’s behind you, her forearm wrapped around your chest, holding you upright as she fucks into you with shallow, teasing thrusts.
“see how perfect you are?” she whispers. “see how your body takes me? how it loves being filled? that’s my girl. so tight. so greedy.”
she picks up pace, her hips snapping forward, driving deeper. you whine, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“you’re doing so good,” she praises, hand dropping to your breast, pinching your nipple until you scream. “so perfect. so mine. say it.”
“yours,” you sob. “i’m yours.”
she speeds up, her thrusts powerful, relentless. every snap of her hips sends shockwaves through you. you’re dripping, your pussy aching, untouched but dripping.
“want me to touch you?” she teases, grinding deep, holding still. “want my fingers on that wet little slit?”
“yes—please—”
“only if you keep watching. keep seeing how fucking gorgeous you are.”
you nod, eyes locked on your reflection—your body bouncing with each thrust, your ass clenching around her, your breasts swaying.
she reaches down, two fingers circling your clit. slow. torturous.
“oh god—”
“look.” her voice is iron. “look at how you shine. look at how you need this. need me.”
she adds a third finger, presses inside your pussy while still buried in your ass. you scream, back arching.
“that’s it, good girl,” she coos, thrusting harder, fingers curling. “take it all. take every inch. you’re so full, aren’t you? so used.”
you are. you’re split open, filled, worshipped.
she leans down, bites your earlobe. “cum for me. let me see you fall apart in the mirror. let me see how beautiful my girl is when she breaks.”
and you do.
your orgasm hits like a freight train—violent, shuddering, loud. your body convulses, your ass clenching around her, your pussy gushing over her fingers. in the mirror, you watch yourself—mouth open, tears in your eyes, skin flushed, hair wild. and you don’t look ugly.
you look loved.
she follows you over, her thrusts turning erratic, her groan low and guttural as she empties into you, her body shuddering against yours.
for a long moment, you stay like that—kneeling, connected, breathing heavy.
then she pulls out gently, helps you collapse onto the bed. she curls behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.
“you okay?” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
you nod, nuzzle into her. “i… i saw myself. and i didn’t hate it.”
“because there’s nothing to hate.” she holds you tighter. “you’re perfect. you’re mine. and i’m never letting you forget it.”
you sigh, exhausted, cherished.
in the dim light, your reflection is just a shadow—but you don’t need to see it to know the truth. you’re beautiful. and she’ll spend forever reminding you.
au: you are a woman of composure, calm, poise. but inside that specific folder in billie's phone, a restricted access to anyone, contains multiple videos of you that is only for billie's eyes to see.
contains: g!p billie, filming of sex, blowjob, face riding
an: not proofread. Part II of Restricted Access
CLIP 9: Red
➀ Video ▹ 1:12
the video opens with your soft, struggled whine. filmed on billie's phone that you bought her just earlier cause she threw her old one at the mirror and shattered it dead.
on the drive to her house, she said she wanted to bless it. you raised a brow but didn't question.
and look where it got you.
she's holding it high, looking down at the two of you in the reflection of the soundproof glass. the room is bathed in deep crimson. billie is sitting in the producer's chair with you straddling her.
she's holding the phone in one hand, filming your face as you realize what’s happening beneath you. her cock is out, fully erect and pulsing, trapped between your grinding hips and her lap.
"look at the screen, baby," she rasps, her voice a low and teasing.
billie tilts the phone down so the camera catches the rhythm—the way her cock disappears and reappears as you slide over the head of it.
she’s smirking, looking totally relaxed while you’re falling apart.
she lets out a witty, breathless laugh when you let out a loud sob of frustration.
"I hate you." you managed to stutter.
"Mhm." billie hums mockingly. leaning over to pressed a kiss on your sweaty temple.
she drops the phone onto the desk—the camera pointing at the ceiling—and you just hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of her finally sliding all the way inside you, followed by her low, satisfied "fuck, you're so wet."
CLIP 11: Sit. Down.
➀ Video ▹ 1:34
a static shot from the side. you are hovering over billie's face, but you’re clearly hesitant, bracing yourself with your hands on the mattress.
billie's hands come up to grab your hips. she's looking up at you from the pillows, her blue eyes dark and intense.
"stop holding yourself up," she grumbles, the sound muffled by your proximity. "i'm not gonna break, baby. Put your weight on me."
you try to sink down, but you’re still shaking, overthinking it.
billie lets out a huff—that classic, "scolding" tone. "Dude, seriously? Trust me. Sit. Down. All the way." she reaches up and pulls your arms out from under you, forcing you to collapse onto her face.
the audio changes instantly to the sound of her tongue working frantically against you. you let out a sob, your body finally going limp against her. you feel her hum, vibrating against your sensitive clit.
the way she made eye contact with you — eyes half-lidded, blown. she glided her tongue through your slit, flicking it making you shudder.
"Shit—" you gasp, gripping the headboard.
"yeah? you like that?"
"fuck you." oh, you were frustrated. she let out a small, amused chuckle against your inner thigh.
"baby, you already are."
your hand shot out to grip her hair and she winced when you tugged. "Okay, fuck that hurts—"
"finish what you started, Eilish." and there goes that voice. that same voice you use to dominate board rooms and executives.
billie liked it. fucking loved it.
she grips your thighs, keeping you pinned there, her muffled voice saying, "there she is. that's my girl."
CLIP 13: Needy
➀ Video ▹ 5:32
you are holding the phone this time. it's a messy, high-angle shot looking down at your own body.
theframe shows your legs wrapped around billie's waist.
she's trying to pull away, her face soft and concerned. "baby, we’ve been at this for an hour, your skin is literally raw," she’s saying. but you aren't listening.
you're pulling her back by her shirt, your face a mask of needy determination. first day of ovulation is always brutal.
you force her back into you. the camera shakes violently as her cock slides back in, hitting your sweet spot with a squelching wetness that sounds like a splash. you let out a sob of relief, your hand dropping the phone onto the bed so the camera is just filming the ceiling, but the audio is crystal clear.
you hear the bedframe creaking and the sound of skin-on-skin contact. you're making these high, repetitive "uh-uh-uh" sounds with every thrust.
your nails clawed into billie's skin, her pale arms covered with trails of scratches. some were even bleeding slightly.
billie's voice is a wreck, hissing every time the cool air of the AC hits her arms. "Okay, okay…god, you’re gonna be the death of me."
the clip ends with the sound of a heavy, final thud and a long, shared groan of absolute exhaustion before the camera was pushed off the bed.
CLIP 8: Shy?
➀ Video ▹ 4:51
billie is standing in front of a brightly lit vanity mirror, filming the reflection. you're tucked between her and the counter, hidden mostly by her oversized hoodie, until she pulls it up.
billie looks into the camera with a witty, half-lidded smirk. "check out my little shy baby," she mumbles.
she moves the fabric, revealing you on your knees, your face buried in her lap. her cock is thick and heavy, and you're swirling your tongue around the head with a needy focus.
you realize you're being filmed and freeze for a second, your face turning bright red.
billie just chuckles and strokes your cheek. "don't stop, mama. It's just for us."
you let out a tiny, soft whine and go back to it. but now you’re being bold, making eye contact with her through the lens as you swallow her deep.
the sound is messy and wet. you're drooling slightly, the friction creating a loud slurp-squelch every time you move.
billie's eyes go wide, her composure finally cracking.
"oh, fuck... okay, that's it," she gasps, reaching down to pull you up by your waist.
the video ended when the phone was long forgotten, facing up to the ceiling, and the words "it's okay baby, i'll go slow." was heard before the screen went black.
CLIP 15: she grumpy as hell after wtf
➀ Video ▹ 2:47
one thing, you're always the meanest after sex.
billie is filming you in the hotel bathroom. you've just showered, and you’re standing there with a towel around your head, looking incredibly small and grumpy because she won't give you your hairbrush.
a little punishment because you won't talk to her after you two pulled a 365 days yacht scene. you couldn't feel your legs — at all.
billie is holding the brush above her head as if her 3 apples tall frame is going to do shit to your 5'10 height. "give me a kiss first. a real one. not the 'I'm embarrassed' peck."
you blink. face blank.
you're standing there with your arms crossed over your chest, lowkey on the edge. "give me the brush, billie. I have a call with your label in twenty minutes."
"Kiss. First." she leans up, her eyes sparkling with wit.
you finally give in, reaching up to pull her up by her collar, giving her a deep, possessive kiss that catches her off guard. when you pull away, you snatch the brush from her hand.
you walk out of the bathroom with a "thank you," leaving her standing there stunned.
billie looks at the camera and whispers, "she's so mean to me. I love her so much."
the clip ends with her following you out, already planning how to make you pissed.
(might be the last part. next update is pretty…yeah)
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