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18+, smut, fem!reader, unprotected p in v, fingering, G-spot stimulation, handjob, creampie, breeding, love, passionate sex, yearning
Trigger Warning: panic attacks
WC: 3218
Writer Notes: I wanted to write a smut involving Dr. Robby with someone outside the medical field. I chose to make the reader a teacher since that is also a high-stress public service career. Enjoy!
Summary: You're Michael Robinavitch's wife, and you wake up to find him in the throes of another panic attack. You resort to unconventional methods to help him calm down...
You shoot up in bed and squint into the inky darkness of the bedroom. You grope clumsily for your phone on the bedside table and slide your thumb across the screen: 3:42 A.M. Something must have woken you up; you and Michael stayed up until midnight talking about work again, and normally youâd be deep in a REM cycle right now. The hospital has been weighing so heavily on his mind lately, and, even though as a teacher you know a thing or two about having a stressful job, it still doesnât compare to the trauma and death he is burdened with every day.Â
You hear a faint crash from somewhere in the house and reach for Michael frantically, but your hands are met with nothing but a pile of sheets clenched in your fist. What the hell? Your brain is still foggy with the confusion of fatigue, but you slowly come to the realization that maybe itâs Michael up and around making the noise in the house and not some nameless, masked intruder.Â
You heave a sigh of concern and climb out of bed, stubbing your toe on the way out of the bedroom door. âShit!â you curse under your breath, clumsily lumbering toward the noise. As you get closer, you hear what sounds like a rhythmic pounding on the wall. With the third boom, you hear another crash and realize it must be the picture frames adorning the table in the hallway falling over. Heâs having another episode.Â
You rub the sleep from your eyes and rush to Michael, finally rounding the corner to see him slumped against the wall, one fist entangled in his hair and the other beating the wall like a slow drum. With every pound, the vibration shakes the hallway table and moves more of the picture frames. One is already on the floor shattered; that must have been what had woken you.Â
âBaby?â you offer quietly, creeping toward Michealâs tightly curled body on the floor. Nothing. He doesnât even acknowledge youâre there. You reach him and bend down to sit in front of him on the floor. His reddened face is streaked with tears and his hand is still a tight ball gripping the hair on the top of his head. His left fist is pounding against the wall. You gingerly cradle his face in your palm, and the slight touch startles him. He gasps, bracing his body against the wall like an animal caught in a trap.
âMicheal! Michael, itâs me!â You place your free hand on the other side of his face, rubbing some of the wetness from his cheeks with your thumb. âShhhâŠitâs me. Youâre okay.â He stares wildly into your eyes with shallow breaths for a brief moment, then snaps out of his stupor and really sees you in front of him.Â
âOh my GodâŠY/N? What are youâŠwhatâs going onâŠIâŠâ He lets out a slow exhale as he gazes toward the shattered picture frame strewn on the floor of the hallway, then notices the other frames askew on the table. Luckily this time there wasnât a hole in the wall; he hadnât been pounding hard enough. His eyebrows turn upward and a shadow of shame passes over his face with the understanding that he did all of this again.Â
âJesus. Y/N. Iâm so sorry. IâŠitâsâŠI canâtâŠâ Michael struggles with his words, and you bring a finger from his cheek to his mouth.Â
He grabs your wrist gently. âBut the framesâŠI fucked up again, and...I woke you up. Iâm sorryâŠâ He silently implores your forgiveness, his deep brown eyes heavy with exhaustion and regret. As he blinks, another stream of tears cascades downward. Your heart shatters for your angel of a husband. You want nothing but to see that gorgeous smile of his; the one that makes the deep-set lines etched in the corners of his eyes even more prominent. The one that you havenât seen for over a week now; ever since the incident at the hospital. The incident Michael wonât talk about with a therapist even though you and Jack have encouraged him to. You always did love Michaelâs stubborn nature; itâs what attracted you to him in the first place: his take-no-shit attitude and the feeling that you were his to protect. You felt safe with Michael. And all you could hope was that you could return the favor when he had his panic attacks and dissociative episodes. He told you about one he had at the hospital just last week, and it was bad. You feel impotent at your inability to magically erase his suffering, but you know all you can do is just be here for him.Â
You both lower your arms into Michaelâs defeated lap, and you take his hands in yours.Â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â You smile as you bring your nose and forehead to his. You both breathe in silent tandem for a few minutes before you move your lips to his cheek, tasting the salty dampness of his tears.Â
âBabyâŠâ he sighs, âyouâre too good for me. You have to work in a few hours and here I am acting like a fuckinâ lunatic again ruining more of our stuff. Iâm supposed toâŠâÂ
You interrupt him mid-sentence. âSupposed to nothing. Youâre supposed to be able to talk to me. Youâre supposed to be able to freak out in your own house. Youâre supposed to have a wife thatâs in it with you no matter what. And I am. Iâm here. I love you, Michael. And we donât have to talk about anything. We can get ice cream, or lay on the floor doing nothing, or go back to bed. Or, shit, letâs shatter some more frames and really piss off the neighbors!â You giggle and squeeze Michael's arm, and youâre pretty sure you see a rueful smile forming.Â
âIâm so sorry, Y/N,â he says again, this time taking your face into his big hands. âI havenât been taking my meds. They make me foggy at workâŠbut I promise Iâll start again first thing tomorrow. You have my word. This wonât happen again.âÂ
A wave of love swells deep within your chest and you feel the overwhelming need to make Michael's pain disappear at any cost. You lay your head in Michael's hand and nuzzle his coarse fingers caressing your cheek; there are no more words to be said. His eyes beg for rest and relief, and you want nothing more than to give that to him.Â
Now silent, you straddle Michael's outstretched legs and lower yourself onto his lap. You move your lips to his right cheek and gingerly kiss the streak of dampness where a tear had fallen. You travel upward and kiss his eyelashes, frowning at the dark line of red circling his eye. You wonder how long heâs been torturing himself in the hallway without you. Did he even sleep at all? You hate that you werenât there for him immediately, and youâre going to make it up to him now. You roll your lips down toward his again, planting tiny butterfly kisses on each tear stain as you go, reaching his salt and pepper beard then finally his mouth. His lips are dry from dehydration, and you lick yours to cover his. He inhales you as press a burning, deep, lingering kiss onto his mouth. Michael drops his hands from your face and pulls you into his chest, driving his hips upward into yours.Â
You feel Michaelâs tongue part your lips and notice his breathing beginning to accelerate again, not from panic, but from something primal and desperate. You are his gasping breath of air as heâs drowning, his circle of light in an ocean of darkness. Heâd be dead if it werenât for you, and he wants nothing more than to possess you, now at this moment, in this spot. His hands paw at your oversized shirt as you begin to grind against his grey sweatpants, your mouths compressed against one anotherâs so ferociously you feel starved for air. You share saliva with Michael as your tongues intertwine in feverish pulses, his beard creating a gritty friction on your chin.
Michael grasps the bottom of your shirt and lifts frantically exposing your bare breasts to the cool air of the hallway. You lean back on his lap, pulling away from his mouth and letting your head fall while Michael brings his lips to your erect nipple and begins sucking voraciously. You moan with pleasure, running one of your hands through Michael's short hair as he holds your nipple between his teeth, swirling the tip with his tongue. He kneads and pinches the other with a roughness that makes you squirm on his lap. You feel his long, thick cock harden in his worn sweatpants and begin to grind on top of it. This makes Micheal whimper with your nipple still in his mouth.
âOh fuck, baby,â he mumbles, his voice muffled. He moves his hands to either side of your full breasts and squeezes them together, now fingering both nipples frenetically, the movement making your pussy wetter with every stroke. You feel the moisture begin to dampen the cloth of your tight shorts. âBaby Iâm so hot for you right now,â Michael growls before he slams his mouth on yours for another wet, feverish kiss. His dick is a solid rock pressing against you, and you want nothing more than to take all of him right now.Â
You tear off his white shirt in between burning kisses and run your hands over his firm chest and abdomen. Before you can disrobe him any further, you feel him reach underneath you and part your shorts where the crotch is now completely wet with want and desire and drag his long fingers across your entrance. Neither of you is wearing underwear, and you silently thank God for the lack of fabric creating any further barriers between your bodies.Â
He teases your clit with his adept index finger, and your whole body tingles with electricity. Goosebumps erupt on your arms and your nipples, making them hard again. Michael sucks the other nipple this time as he moves two fingers farther back and slowly, achingly slides them inside you, circling your clit with his thick thumb now, making you shake with pleasure.Â
âHoly shit, Michael,â you moan, grinding your pussy into his fingers. He smiles and bites his lip, and you finally see that playfulness that you know is there under that serious and solemn surface. Seeing him smile sends you into even more of a frenzy, and you grind harder. Michael pushes his fingers deeper, curving his index finger toward himself to reach your G-spot. He presses with an expert rhythm, bringing his lips to your ear. âCome for me baby,â he whispers. âCome on baby girl, thatâs it. Come for me.â You begin to feel the torturous ache that precedes those earth-shattering orgasms that only Michael can give you, and with a shudder, you let go all over him, a stream of wetness showering his hand and dripping all over his sweatpants.Â
âMmmâŠgood girl,â he whispers with a devilish grin. âLetâs get the rest of these clothes off now that you made a mess.â You canât think of much of anything, so you clumsily stand up and pull down your shorts that are now completely soaked. As you step out of them, Michael palms your ass, pulls you toward him, and shoves his gorgeous nose perfectly into your slit, lapping up the remaining wetness in between your legs.Â
âOh my God, MichaelâŠyou canâtâŠI canâtâŠJesus,â You plead with him knowing full well heâs about to make you come again with just his nose and wonderfully dexterous tongue.Â
He pulls his face out of your pussy and looks up at you, his lips and beard glistening with your arousal and his brown eyes burning with love and mischief. âOkay, babyâŠweâll do whatever you want. I just canât get enough of you.âÂ
âWhat I want is you inside of me,â you say, matching his coy energy. He blinks up at you with such genuine adoration that it makes you blush, and you shift down to the floor again, this time reaching for the elastic waistband on Michael's sweatpants. He raises his ass off the floor slightly, gazing at you as you slide his pants over his hardness. You watch its wonderful length as it bends with the pants and then springs backward when it's finally free of its sartorial constraint. His dick is the most flawless thing youâve ever seen: itâs long, thick, deliciously pink, and has a tip that perfectly fits the outline of your lips like a dirty puzzle piece. You pull Michael's pants down just enough to expose his lean thighs and run your hands through the course, brown hair adorning their surface. His dick, now laying languidly on his stomach, twitches with anticipation. You lower yourself back on top of him, and teasingly rub your bare pussy across his shaft.Â
Micheal growls with need and nuzzles his nose into your tummy as you rock back and forth in his lap. You reach down and take his throbbing cock into your hand, close it in a fist around its length and begin stroking rhythmically, causing Micheal to throw his head back against the wall with a loud thunk!
âOh my God, baby, are you okay??â You stop stroking for a moment to cradle the back of his head with a playful giggle. Michael grabs your wrist and immediately wraps your hand back around his engorged cock.Â
âIâm fine, baby. Just please keep going,â Michael slams his mouth on your lips, and his tongue searches for yours. It connects, and you both inhale each otherâs breath and hot saliva as you move your hand between your legs to find your wetness and moisten your hand with your own arousal. You connect with Michael's blazing gaze and his breath quickens through his nose with excitement. You stare into his face and lick your lips as you run your hand up and down his shaft, covering his cock completely with your wetness.Â
Michael's face contorts into a mix of ecstasy and disbelief that he has a woman as incredible as you all to himself. You both barrel toward each other as if trying to merge into one person. You feel Michael's lips on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your eyelids, and finally engulfing your lips as you stroke his cock furiously with an intense, heady passion. Michael's rapid, shallow breaths queue your hand to move faster, and you feel his dick stiffen to a fever pitch.
âYouâre gonna make me fucking cum. I want you to sit on me right now,â he growls. âLetâs make a baby.â At the mention of impregnating you, Michaelâs dick stands at such fierce attention in your hand that you begin to feel a sticky liquid dripping from his tip. The sensation of his precum on your fingertips sends you into a frenzy, and without another thought, you grasp his cock firmly, raise your hips and slam your pussy onto his dick with such fervor that both of you yelp in pleasure.Â
âFUCK!â Michael moans as you bounce up and down on top of him, letting your breasts fall in his face. He extends his tongue in abandon, not even sure which nipple heâs licking as he winces and writhes with your movements, totally lost in raw ecstasy. You tense and release your pelvic muscles, eliciting breathless grunts from Michael. You move your hips in circles and grind harder on top of him, feeling his enormous cock impossibly deep inside you. With each undulation of your hips, you feel the pressure building deep within. Michael grips your hips and raises his in tandem to push farther into you. You yelp in heated pleasure; you wonât be able to hold on much longer. You grasp the back of Michaelâs head with your right hand as you lean your body backward and rest your left hand on the hallway floor. Michael's cock shifts inside of you so that itâs now grinding against the front of your walls, and your clit throbs with want. As if he could read your thoughts, Michael thumbs it and rubs in rapid circles as you keep grinding, and both of you can feel the electric heat poised to explode. You sit up and wrap both arms around Michael's torso as he mirrors your movements and does the same. You exchange ravenous kisses and breathe into each other, knowing both of you are about to succumb to one of the most intense orgasms either has experienced.Â
âHoly shit. Oh my fucking God, Y/NâŠIâm gonna come, baby. Iâm coming,â Michael whines into your mouth. You grip his lean, rippling back muscles as you feel him tense, your pussy throbbing with his cock, and with the eruption of Michaelâs hot cum inside of you, you throw back your head and give into the simultaneous wave of euphoria that overcomes your whole body. You rock with Michael inside you for a few more moments, your pussy throbbing with the aftershock of your orgasm, intertwined in a greedy, breathless heat. You open your eyes and stare into your husbandâs, and see theyâre lined with tears.Â
âBabyâŠwhatâs wrong?â Michael's breathing is slowing as your chest heaves with exhaustion. He lets go of your body and grips either side of your face.Â
âI love you so much, Y/N. IâmâŠIâm so lucky. I canât believe youâre mine. Everythingâs just really intense tonight, baby. God, I love you. That was so incredible. Youâre so incredible.âÂ
You smile and lick the single tear falling down his freckled face. This makes Michael chuckle, and he embraces your naked body in a powerful, intense hug. You hold each other for several minutes, Michael's cum slowly seeping out of you, and you silently wonder if you made a baby tonight. Whatever your future might be, youâre so overcome with affection for Michael Robinavitch that you can hardly breathe beneath his fierce embrace. You feel your own eyes start to water.Â
âWeâre such nerds; Iâm crying now too,â you giggle, and Michael shakes his head in feigned exasperation and shrugs, staring at you with those earthy eyes of his.
âWellâŠI guess we really are soulmates then,â he replies, kissing the wetness below your eyes and finally letting you go. âLetâs get to bed, nerd. I think after that Iâm definitely gonna be able to sleep. How about you?âÂ
âYup, for sure. Weâll clean all this up tomorrow.â You cheer silently to yourself having accomplished what you wanted: to make Michael forgetâŠto give him a small reprieve from his mental anguish. He is everything to you, and all you hope for is his happiness and contentment.Â
Michael lifts you off his lap, and you both stand up, gathering your scattered clothing from the floor. You begin to throw your t-shirt over your head, and Michael stops you.Â
âNo, donât. I want to hold you just like this. Come on.â He grabs your hand gingerly and leads you down the hallway back to bed.
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