Summary: Robby has had a really shitty day, maybe he just needs his girlfriend to comfort him
Follows the pacing of the show so minor spoilers if you’re still not caught up
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, oral (fem receiving), he talks her through it (yes he does and yall can’t tell me otherwise), age gap (reader is 35 and Robby is 50) (ik he’s probably Noah’s age but just bare with me here), established relationship, just vanilla sex really
WC: 6.3k no I’m not sorry
A/N: bahahah nobody look at meeeee. I think I outdid myself with this, I’m never beating the daddy issues allegations. This man just makes me so feral I couldn’t help myself. I’m hoping some of yall have been down bad too otherwise just ignore me (if this flops I’ll cry). Also tagging my bestie bc she has experienced my madness in real time🩷 @wittyjasontodd
You knew today would be an absolutely abhorrent day. You could feel it, the second that dumb clock hit six a.m, you knew. You knew it when you texted him if he wanted to eat dinner at your place after your shift, and he told you that he didn’t know when exactly he would get off his. He was working today and that made you sick to your stomach, a deep sense of anxiety and worry settling in. And you couldn’t shake that feeling all fucking day.
You didn’t want to worry about him, coddle him and suffocate him like he was a teenager, he surpassed you by quite a few years for you to be doing that. Still, you couldn’t not worry about him down there. His day was normally absolutely draining as it was, but having to deal with that today out of all days, it concerned you just how well he could compartmentalize his own issues and the issues of dozens and dozens of other people.
You were tempted to come downstairs yourself and check in on him under the excuse of bringing him coffee and something to eat. But then that would be weird. Then people would know. Well, you had a suspicion people did know by now, it was a bit hard to hide a relationship after two years. Though it was a bit easier considering you were all the way up in the pediatrics ICU and not in the Pitt. Still, you definitely noticed the knowing glances of Perla and Princess whenever you came down for a consultation or if they saw you sneak into the doctor’s lounge.
Dana knew, though you never told her. You didn’t think Robby told her either. You thought it took her maybe a month to figure it out. You prided yourself on how discrete you were about it, and still are. You walk together whenever your shifts align, hands locked and headphones in as you both enjoyed the short time you had in each other's calming presence before you didn’t see each other for twelve-plus hours. And then you went your separate ways, a quick kiss and a hushed ‘love you’ before going through completely different entrances to be extra cautious. You have been doing this since day-one. How Dana figured it out was beyond your extensive knowledge.
You both would like to think other than Dana’s superhuman ability to read people, you had managed to keep things private. It was better that way, doctors were such odd creatures, you almost positively knew that ‘favoritism’ would end up circulating around sooner or later, since, once upon a time where you were a bright-eyed and still a had will to live first-year resident, Robby was your attending. Albeit he was married at the time and you were engaged, you knew someone would find a way to turn it into something it wasn’t.
Today, however, you weren’t quite such how reserved you could be when you knew he was struggling.
You sat on your desk, a long exhale of exhaustion leaving your lips as you ran your hands over your face, enjoying the few minutes of peace and quiet you had managed to find. And then you heard a ping. You sat up, eyes shooting open as you reached for your phone with annoyance. You thought it was the hospital, but when you unlocked your phone you saw it was a message from Dana.
Well, fuck.
Dana: can you check on Robby? The overdose kid is hitting him pretty hard
A long sigh left your lips as you read over the message, heaviness settling in your chest. You had been keeping up with it since earlier this morning, you had hoped maybe the kid would respond to treatment. You guessed things hadn’t been so easy down there.
Me: you don’t think the kid is gonna make it?
Dana: Robby doesn’t think so. Come check on him please. He was gone for a while earlier
Another heavy sigh left your lips. Today was not the day for this.
Me: he doesn’t like it when I make him talk about his feelings
You weren’t entirely exaggerating. Robby wasn’t emotionally unavailable, the opposite, if anything, he was painfully aware of his feelings. He just didn’t like talking about them, especially when they were ER related. He would send you into a psych ward if he told you everything he experienced on a daily basis, he told you. And you respected it, your year in the Pitt definitely wasn’t the highlight of your life, and you admired him for choosing to stay there for so long.
Dana: you’re not. You’re just being a supportive girlfriend. Come, now.
You didn’t have to be in front of her to know she was being serious. You figured if you didn’t come down at some point she would physically come get you herself if that’s what it took. So best not to test the universe today. You had some time before your next appointment anyway. And Dana was right, you wanted him to know you were there, even if he didn’t always want it.
It came as a shock to no one that you ultimately found your way downstairs. It was always loud on your floor, but nowhere near as bad as the pitt. You tried your best to not draw attention to yourself, though with everything going on down here and all the people that came and went, you figured you would blend in for the most part. You hoped to find Dana at her desk, preferably alone, as to avoid awkward small talk and questionable looks since nobody actually called you down here for any medical reasons. You internally thanked the universe when you spotted Dana on her computer.
“Hey.” You spoke quietly, hands shoved into your pockets a bit sheepishly as you glanced around before looking back at her. She gave you a warm smile of gratitude and nodded at you.
“Don’t make that face, it’s not that bad down here.” She teased, calling out your hypervigilant mannerisms and the uncomfortable look on your face. You didn’t mind being here, but only when you had a reason to be, you definitely didn’t want to have to explain you came down here to check in on your boyfriend.
“I know.. But you know..” you gave her a look. But you didn’t have to say anything, she knew what you meant, she just liked teasing you about it.
“South 16 is empty. I’ll tell him I need him for something. Just be quick, we might need the room.” She told you in a hush, resuming her typing away at her computer. You quietly nodded, briefly reaching to lightly squeeze her shoulder as a silent thank you.
You waited a bit anxiously, shooting a glance at your watch. Shit, you had to be back upstairs in ten minutes to check up on a patient. But you didn't want to leave without at least making sure he was okay. Even if he was just going to brush you off and tell you that everything was fine, you at least wanted to see him. You waited another minute, and with a sigh you turned to pull the curtains out, but someone beat you to it. You jumped back a bit, eyes wide for a second before you realized.
He wasn't quite looking at you, or maybe he just wasn't paying that much attention, he thought he was in the wrong room at first.
“Sorry—oh.” Robby glanced behind him for a second, bit confused as he closed the curtain behind him. You smiled lightly as he looked at you both with confusion and relief to see you. Now matter how hectic or chaotic his day had been, how many times he had to chase down his residents, or many patients were a pain in his ass, seeing you always brought him a sense of calmness. He was ashamed to admit he was completely infatuated with you. His racing mind ultimately landed back on you, and he realized; he didn't remember calling you down. Maybe one of the residents did? But they didn't check with him first. “Hey, what uh.. What are you doing down here?”
“Just wanted to check in, I heard you’ve had a rough day.” You said quietly, lightly nibbling on your bottom lip as you stepped closer to him. He looked down at you, a heavy sigh leaving his lips and his jaw clicked lightly as he reminded himself to curse Dana out later. He didn’t want you to worry. He said nothing, so you continued, “The college kid, you don’t think he's gonna make it?”
He tried to hold back another sigh, but he couldn't help it, he squeezed his eyes shut and scratched the back of his head with exasperation. He considered not going into details, giving you the same bullshit answer he gave the parents. He never wanted to burden you with his issues, with the baggage that came with the ER. He always wanted to keep out of the relationship, though he found that to be quite the challenge. When he opened his eyes again and found your pretty eyes looking back at him, with that warmth and kindness that made him want you in the first place. Maybe he should open up, to you at least.
“Uh, no. He’s braindead so there’s nothing we can do.” The words left him like a ton of bricks, heavy and sharp. Your face immediately fell and your lips parted open lightly. You tilted your head at him, but said nothing. He wasn’t quite looking at you as he continued, “I keep ordering all these tests for the parents, but I know. And I don’t know if giving them false hope will make things worse for them.”
You nodded softly and rested your hands on his chest, you felt him exhale unevenly. You gave him a warm smile as you lightly rubbed his chest.
“Maybe they just need more time to make peace with it. Maybe they just need to know you did everything you could to help their son.” You knew how he felt, there had been so many times where nothing you did was enough to help someone’s child, and you had to tell them that. But you knew he did his best, he always did. Though you weren't sure if he knew that.
“Yeah.. yeah, maybe.” You felt him slightly tense under your touch and he avoided your eyes. He slightly angled his head to look behind him, like he was getting ready to sneak his way away from you and get lost in the chaos of the ER. you would let him, in a minute.
“Michael.” Your voice was a warning, quiet, stern. He snapped his head in your direction and looked at you with concern and confusion. You almost mever called him that. Only sometimes, when you were annoyed with him. With that scolding tone of yours. He didn't like it much.
“I don't like that. Why’d you do that?” He tilted his head at you, and you had to hold back a smile at the way he looked at you.
“‘Cause, you’re being difficult. There’s bad days and there’s worse days. Today is a shitty day, and that’s fine. You're doing your best, don’t be so harsh on yourself.” You sighed, running your fingers through his beard and he almost instantly leaned into your touch.
“How come you didn't go into psychiatry?” He commented and you snorted, leaning your forehead into his chest. You felt a slight chuckle rumble in his chest, and with that your deed was done for now.
“Well, I did a minor in psychology in undergrad, did I ever tell you that?” You leaned back, a small smile on your lips, and he had the little wrinkles around his eyes that you found to be so cute.
“Once or twice.”
You shrugged playfully, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, but he turned his head and caught your lips instead. You were definitely okay with that. A groan of annoyance rumbled in your chest when you felt your phone buzz, alerting you that it was time for your next appointment. You pulled back, much to your dismay and took a glance at your phone, you were definitely going to be late.
“I mean it Robby, I’ll know.” You shot him a playful warning look and he nodded, a tiny grin pulling at the corner of his lips. You leaned up, actually leaving a kiss to his cheek this time. “Love you.”
“Love you too hun.” He called after you as you disappeared behind the curtain. A long sigh left his lips as he ran a hand over his face. If he wasn't the attending he would go after you and would purposely get locked inside an exam room with you for a little while. But alas. He waited a minute, making sure it didn’t look too suspicious before he came out too, back to the madness he went.
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Today was just the gift that kept on giving. You eventually came down for the walk of honor. You knew you wouldn’t really talk to Robby, but you wanted him to know you were there. You truly hated to see him like this. Hours on end only for the answer to have been what he knew from the beginning. It was hard to look at the brightside. And then you heard Dana got assaulted and you were absolutely freaking out. You hadn’t been able to come down until the end of your shift, when you were on your way to head home. Robby still had another hour left of his so you were just going to your apartment alone, he almost never got off on time, anyway.
You damn near ran off the elevator and a sense of relief washed over you when you saw Dana sitting at her desk. A long sigh left your lips as you approached her and you nearly gasped when you saw the bruising on her face.
“Dana.” You said quietly, your eyes big. She shook her head at you dismissively, but it was hard not to worry. “They told me a patient hit you?”
“Yeah. Don't worry, I don't have any fractures, just a little sore.” She half smiled at you, but the look on your face never changed, you frowned even deeper.
“It's unbelievable. With all the patient satisfaction bullshit Gloria shoves down our throats you’d think they would invest a little more in making sure the staff is protected. Are you sure you’re okay? It bruised a lot.” You leaned down to inspect her closer and she rolled her eyes at you, but you couldn’t help it.
“Yes I’m sure, Robby made me get a CT and made me take a break, I’m fine.” She waved you off and you nodded.
“Oh, speaking of that pain in my ass, where is he? I’ve been texting him since the walk but I haven’t heard from him.” You frowned softly, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. Dana gave you a look, one that you definitely did not like.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t wait on him too much. Just go home, okay? While you still can.” Now that worried you even more. You knew today had been rough but you didn’t think it had been that bad. It took a lot for Robby to lose it, though you were unsure what exactly happened if that was the case.
“Yeah, okay. I’m glad you’re okay. I was very worried.” You offered her a tiny smile, which she returned and you exchanged goodbyes for the night.
Dana’s words lingered in your mind, and you were definitely more concerned for Robby than you were earlier today. Usually he would text you back, even if it was an hour or two later, but it had been hours and nothing. With a sigh, you started to head for the exit, and as you walked you saw Robby walking out of one of the exam rooms. You debated whether to pretend you didn't see him and to just go home. But that really wasn't the type of person you were.
“Robby, hey.” You called out to him as quietly as you could as you walked up to him. He visibly tensed at the sight of you and he looked like a fucking mess. You narrowed your eyes, your lips pursing at him but you continued. “I uh.. I’m going home. I don’t know if.. If you wanted to come over when, well whenever you get out. I’m picking up food on the way so..”
He was silent for a while, too long for your liking and you were starting to feel a little tense as well. He clicked his tongue, scratching the back of his head like you had picked up he did when he was stressed. You probably should have listened to Dana.
“Yeah, uh, I don’t know. I don’t really know what time I’m getting off, and truly I think maybe I should go to my place tonight.” He said with exasperation, his tone harsh and laced with tension. It almost took you aback how he was talking to you.
You blinked at him, mouth slightly agape. It took you a couple seconds to process what he was saying. You counted to five in your head, took a deep breath in and just nodded. “Uhm, okay. Yeah, cool, I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I went home.”
“Yes, yes I’m okay, why does everyone keep fucking asking me that.” He raised his voice before quickly realizing what he did and his lips fell in a flat line. You stared at him in shock, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. It was almost like it dawned on him that you were the last person in this hospital he should be snapping at. And he did just that. He reached to grab your arm and you backed up.
“No, it’s fine. I got it. Sorry. I’m gonna go home now.” You forced a smile, you could tell Robby wanted to say something, he opened his mouth but you just shook your head at him. “It’s fine, you need space and I get that. Text me when you can talk to me like a fucking adult, yeah?”
You didn’t even give him a chance to reply, you were turning around and hurrying to the exit before he could get a word in. Was that the most mature response you could have given him? No, not really, but you didn't particularly enjoy being yelled at by your boyfriend in the middle of the ER. You knew something else must’ve happened to him, but you didn’t really want to find out when he was that upset. You hadn't seen Robby angry often, stressed? Sure, all the time. But he looked pissed and you didn’t like that whatsoever. He was always so calm, so patient and so collected, it was unsettling to see him so easily ticked off. You tried not to think about it too much, he knew where to find you if he wanted to talk, calmly.
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Robby couldn’t stop thinking about you for the rest of the night. He felt horrible for yelling at you, when his problems were not your fault and all you wanted to do was be the loving girlfriend that you were. He always loved how attentive and caring you were, when you asked him about his day and when you would listen so attentively to the little he would tell you. You were the last person on this earth he should’ve snapped at today, and now he had to go home feeling guilty when all he wanted was your comfort. He debated about just going to his place and calling you tomorrow, maybe he would get you some flowers to apologize. But then thought that would be too long. It was so late, he definitely didn’t get off when he was supposed to, but maybe you’d still be awake. You usually waited up for him anyway.
Without much thought, he ended up at your apartment. He had a key to your place, he slept there most nights to be completely honest. He was rehearsing in his head the apology he would give you when the door got stuck.
“What the fuck..” he muttered to himself as he tried to force the door open, thinking maybe it got caught on the rug or something. But no, he looked down to find that the latch was on. You put the latch on. He took a deep breath and clicked his tongue, trying to look into the apartment to see if he could see inside. This was definitely going to be his last straw.
You weren’t asleep, it wasn’t quite midnight yet, but even if it was, you weren’t sure if you could get much sleep tonight. You heard the sound of your front door unlocking along with muffled shuffling. You sat up, confused. You suspiciously came out of your bedroom, only to find Robby’s awkwardly tall frame trying to reach inside to undo the latch. You almost wanted to laugh, you would have, if you hadn’t still been a bit upset from earlier.
“Really?” You called out to him, arms crossed over your chest as you padded along the wooden floors, the floorboards creaking under your bare feet. Robby looked to find you, in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of cozy pants. He always found it endearing how cozy and comfortable you looked outside of the hospital.
“You put the latch on? Really?” He huffed quietly, annoyed that he got stuck outside your apartment, he definitely was not amused by you trying not to laugh. You shrugged.
“You said you weren’t coming over. I put the latch on when you’re not here.” You said like it was obvious, taking your sweet time in walking to the door. It served him right. He would’ve rolled his eyes if he didn’t know you were right.
You stood for a few seconds and made direct eye contact with him as you shut the door in his face, just to make a point, before you unlatched the door and opened it. You took a step back, crossing your arms over your chest again as he quietly stepped into your apartment, closing the door behind him. He dropped his backpack like it had offended him, and he crowded your space. His nose brushed over yours, and you could hear his breath. You were holding yours.
“I’m sorry.” He offered so quietly, so much so that you wouldn’t have heard him if he hadn't been so close. You inhaled sharply, slightly nodding. You threw your arms over his shoulders and he breathed out a sigh of relief. “Yeah? You forgive me?”
You nodded again, as you leaned up to meet his lips. “Yes, now shut up.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled softly, his large hand squeezed your waist as he leaned down to meet your eager mouth. He definitely said nothing after that. God, he had been wanting to do this all fucking day. It probably would have made his day a whole lot less shitty. But he was here now, and he had you all to himself.
You weren't sure when you ended up being carried to your bedroom, or when your back was laid flat on your soft covers. All you could focus on was his lips claiming yours, his lips trailing kisses all over your jaw, down to your neck, and anywhere he could find, really. He wasn't normally this messy, perhaps the stresses of today had finally worn on him.
“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he muttered against your skin as he half-assed shrugged his hoodie off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere he would be scrambling for in the morning. You hummed along, only half listening. “Let me make it up to you.”
Confused, you sat up on your elbows as he settled between your thighs. You watched him with big eyes and a heavy chest as he silently pulled your pj’s down your thighs. You held your breath as you instinctively closed your legs. He shot you a pointed look as he pried your thighs open, fingers digging into your plush thighs as he settled between them. You gasped softly at the delicious burn his beard left on your thighs. You loved that you could always feel the tingle of where his mouth had been, even the day after.
He took his time with you, he always did. You never understood how he could stay so calm, so patient. You had no patience, and you knew that he knew. Maybe he enjoyed seeing you desperate. His tongue lapped at your pussy with such calculated movements. From your hole to your clit, circling and sucking before diving back into your walls. Squirming, you were chasing his mouth with your hips, body overcome with pleasure as he worked your walls with his tongue. You felt like such a whore for asking like this, but you couldn’t help it.
“That feels so—ugh—feels so good—please.” You didn’t know what you were pleading for. Mercy? Sweet release? You didn’t know. Robby raised an amused eyebrow at you, wet lips curled up the slightest bit as he moved his tongue back to your clit and he slipped two fingers inside your cunt. He licked and sucked to match each delicious drag of his fingers. The sounds leaving him were just as filthy as the things he was doing to you, groaning and grunting.
It was no surprise that he had you shaking and sobbing, overcome with pleasure, eyes blurry with tears of pleasure, your release rapidly approaching. You latched on to his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as your pathetic sounds filled the room. You chased his mouth, and he let you, always so amused by how quickly you would fall apart.
“That’s it, just breathe through it.” he hushed, his own breath heavy as he replaced his tongue with his thumb and he crooked his fingers just the right way, knowing each and every one of your tells, each twitch of your body, he had memorized all of it.
Your release was hard and sudden, your loud sounds were almost as overwhelming as the feeling of his fingers scissoring you wide open. Your head was thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of your head. He dug his fingers into your thigh, his tongue slipping into your hole when his fingers left you.
“Shit Robby.” You gasped, your thighs shaking as you weakly reached to grab his face. You ran your fingers along his face, threading through his beard and you silently ushered him up. He complied, in an instant settling between your open legs to find your mouth again. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue, it was all so much for your clouded mind.
“You’re okay, just breathe for me.” He said against your lips, brushing your hair away from your face softly. You breathed out a laugh.
“You should yell at me more often,” you snorted, and Robby shot you a pointed look. “So you can make it up to me.”
“Yeah, well, we’re not done, so.” He pressed another kiss to your lips, leaving the lingering taste of yourself on your tongue before he flipped you over on your stomach. You bit your lip softly, pulling your t-shirt over your head and tossed it somewhere. You heard him shuffling behind you for a bit. You turned your head to look back at him, and with a smile he leaned over your back, leaving a kiss to your bare shoulder. “Hi sweetheart.”
“Hmm hi.” you hummed softly as you braced yourself with your arms in front of you. He pressed his lips to the back of your head, inhaling your sweet scent as he slowly sank into you.
You gasped, your eyes rolling back into your head he sank into you until his hips rutted against your ass. The side of your face was flat on the mattress when he sneaked his hand into your hair and held you there. His pace was slow at first, slow strokes that allowed you to revel in the feeling of his cock in and out of your walls. But as you both began to grow desperate, pathetic sounds leaving your lips and groans of pleasure leaving him, his pace picked up.
“Thought about this all day baby. With the fucking day I’ve had.” His words left him with a groan, and he gave you a particularly sharp thrust that had you sliding up the mattress. “Just wanted this. You're the only thing that isn’t wrong in my life.”
His raspy words in your ear made you moan, and you blindly reached behind you to touch him, any part of him. He leaned down, his chest flat against your back and his lips found yours, pulling you into a messy kiss.
“Mhm, should’ve called me down for a quickie then.” You teased him and he chuckled, his cheek pressed against your jaw, the new angle making him sit so deep you could feel him in your fucking guts. God, you didn’t fucking care that he was so much older than you, the way he fucked you, so passionately and so gently at the same time, you didnt care for anyone younger.
“I don't care for quickies.” he replied with an edge to his voice, despite the sass of your mouth, he could feel the way you squeezed the life out of him everytime he hit that perfect spot, getting you closer and closer to your release.
“You’re such an old man.” you managed to reply, but your witty remarks quickly left you when he slipped his free hand to find your swollen clit, which made you painfully aware of how close you were. But Robby could tell.
“Uh-huh, and this old man is gonna make you come,” There was a bit of amusement in his voice at the way your body twitched under him and the way your face twisted with pleasure. You were so close. “Yeah, thought so.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” you choked out, followed by a silent sob when he hit that one spot and you saw white. You were gasping for air as your whole body shuddered. Robby shushed you softly, slowly fucking you through your orgasm. He left wet kisses along your jaw as he whispered sweet words in your ear.
“Atta girl, you did so good.” He hummed as he left a kiss to the side of your head as you dropped your face flat on your blankets, your breath heavy as your body twitched in aftershock. You gasped softly when he slipped out of you, leaving you empty. You wanted to whine, but he gently grabbed your arm and flipped you on your back, and he settled between your legs with ease.
“Alright, lemme look at you. Just want to see how pretty you look.” He ran his fingers over your face, brushing your hair away from your forehead. It was always such a intoxicating feeling to have him on top of you, his pretty brown eyes watching your every move, his chain a reminder that you were about to get fucked (again). You fucking loved this feeling. You couldn’t even make a sound when he slid into you again, your eyes simply fluttering shut and your body twitching with pleasure.
“O-oh my god—!” The way you sounded so utterly fucked out, cock-drunk, it made him feel lightheaded as he fucked into you. He felt a little bad, with how exhausted you both always were, you never fucked this long, or so intensely. So he knew you were going to be so sore for your morning shift tomorrow. But fuck, with the way you squeezed your eyes shut, lips parted, he didn’t want to stop until you were both spent with exhaustion because you just felt so fucking tight and so goddamn heavenly.
“Mhmm I know, I know hun. Feels good hm?” He panted above you, his chain dangling above your face like a mockery of your current position with each thrust he gave you. You nodded harshly, a string of uh-uh-uh’s leaving your pathetic mouth as your nails dragged down his back.
“Feels so good baby.” You squeezed your eyes shut, his voice shooting straight to your pulsing walls, making you whimper.
He gritted his teeth as he felt your walls squeeze the life out of him, a grunt leaving his chest as he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You squeezed his hand so tight as he pinned your hand above your head, and he planted his other arm beside your hand, attempting to ground himself.
“There you go sweetheart. That’s it.” His raspy voice grounded you as you spasmed around his cock for a second time. Your sounds were so pathetic, the way you sobbed his name was enough to make him completely lose the very little self-control he was holding on to. He fucked you through your orgasm, gave you two, three more sharp thrusts before he fell into his own release, a breathy fuck falling from his lips
Sounds of exhaustion filled the room, drowning out the still on TV you had in the background, your show being completely forgotten the second Robby was at your door. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin as he ran a hand through his hair. Your eyes were screwed shut, your forearm thrown over your face as your racing heart matched your shuddering breath. He sneaked under your arm and left a kiss to the side of your forehead. You giggled a bit and opened your eyes to find his soft brown eyes staring back, there was a smile there, too.
“You want pizza? I bought some earlier from the place you like.” You spoke eventually, your chest now rising and falling in a steady rhythm as you rested your head on Robby’s arm. He turned his head to look at you and smiled in that way that made the corners of his eyes wrinkle a bit.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll take some.”
Much to the protest of your legs, you threw yourself on your feet, ignoring the way Robby was chuckling at your struggle. You managed to find a t-shirt, you didn’t know whose it was, probably Robby’s but it was yours now. After making a stop to the bathroom, you were in the kitchen for a bit. Getting fucked made you hungry, so you heated up some pizza for yourself.
“Here’s your delivery, and I do require a tip.” You announced as you came back into your bedroom. Robby looked up from his phone, and he had managed to find his black framed glasses that you loved to tease him about. And a playful smirk formed on your lips. “I definitely want a tip.”
He looked at you confused for a few seconds then he realized and he blew out a laugh, shaking his head with disappointment. “You know, after a certain age one just gets really tired, can’t keep up with people your age. Not that I would know about that.”
You snorted as you flopped down on your bed, handing him his pizza and a can of coke because that was all you had in your fridge. “It’s okay, you’re my favorite old man.”
You leaned up to kiss his cheek, bumping his glasses with your nose. He gave you a look out of the corner of his eye that was anything but amused. Which made you laugh even more as you took a bite out of your pizza.
“I hope I’m your only old man.” He chuckled, squinting his eyes the slightest bit as he typed a text on his phone. God he wished he could turn this fucking thing off. He couldn't even be out of the hospital for an hour before he got bombarded with messages. He caught the way you shot him a glare and he gave you a quick ‘sorry’ before he set his phone down.
“I dunno, the chief of peds is quite the catch.” You couldn’t help but snort at the look he gave you, and you just shot him a smile. “Jokes. Totally joking babe.”
You ate in silence for a while, you kew you had to be up again at six in the fucking morning, but you just wanted to enjoy having him all to yourself for just a little longer. There was still a lingering thought in your mind, you’ve had it all night. It never left your mind. Robby was watching whatever you decided to play on the TV when you turned to look at him.
“Robby,” you said softly, he hummed as he turned his head to look at you. “Do you want to talk about today? It's okay if you don’t… I just think you should talk to someone, and I want to listen.”
You saw the hesitation in his warm eyes, the tension and dread from such a shitty day coming back to him. His lips fell in a flat line, and his jaw locked the slightest bit. You offered him a soft smile as you sat closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder with a soft shake of your head.
“Not tonight, okay? We can talk about it tomorrow.” He sighed out, leaning to leave a kiss to the side of your head. And you nodded with a reassuring smile.
You didn’t know how he was prior to the pandemic, maybe he was worse, or maybe he had gotten better since. But you didn’t mind putting in a little work to break down his walls and help him open. You would do anything, and you were okay with waiting.
A/N: so I love The Pitt and Dr. Robby and Noah Wyle and I needed to write this. Send prompts if you want more!
It wasn’t often that Robby had a break during his 12 hour shift. Between the sea of patients and bumbling medical students, he rarely had any free time at all. Even to eat.
Which is ironic.
Because he was currently between your legs, large hands gripping your thighs like they were the only thing tethering him to reality. His tongue expertly and feverishly lapped the juices from your overwhelming orgasm that wracked your body. Like he knew it was the only sustenance that he was going to get until the end of his shift.
“Such a good fucking girl for me.” He mumbled against you, the bridge of his nose brushing against your overstimulated clit.
You tightened your grip on the sheets of the on-call room bed. “Michael…” You breathed. “You have to go back to work. I have to go back to work.”
Robby’s brown eyes flicked up to you, glistening in the low light of the room. “Just five more minutes.” He pleaded, pressing a kiss against the inside of your thigh.
You ran a lazy hand through his hair, down to gently scratch his beard. “You’re an addict.” You teased.
Robby chuckled and pressed a trail of kisses back to your throbbing pussy. “I just can’t get enough.” He growled before shoving his tongue as far as he could and sucking hard.
Just as you began to let out a startled scream, large fingers shoved themselves into your mouth as a muffle. Your eyes watered from the depth they reached in your throat, and your legs squeezed around his broad shoulders. “Michael, please-“ You choked.
Robby smirked and lifted his head. He used his free hand to pull you down the bed closer to him until your face aligned with his. He slowly withdrew his fingers from your mouth and grinned. “I’ll need another fix tonight.” He whispered, just barely rolling his hips against yours. His clothed cock teased at your pussy. “But I might need something stronger to take the edge off.”
You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’ll see what I can do.” You teased and kissed him gently. “But I expect dirty scrubs and shoes to be disposed of before walking on the new carpet in the bedroom.”
Robby chuckled and nodded. “Yes ma’am.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek before hopping off the bed. He handed your scrub pants to you, and you shimmied them back on. He adjusted his cock, still hard, but thank goodness for compression shorts and baggy scrub pants on tall men. You stood on your toes for one last kiss. “Count to 30, then you can leave.” You said before slipping out the door.
Robby watched you leave, smiling even after you were gone. Even these 15 minute breaks took mountains of stress off his chest. He waited for the slotted 30 seconds, then left for the ED.
Synopsis: You and Robby spent seven long years together until the day it ended. You’ve done your best to create space; to become invisible. You can’t miss what you don’t see. Unfortunately, the universe (Gloria and the Board of Directors) seemed to have missed the memo.
Pairing: Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Reader
Genre: Established previous relationship, slight age gap (by about 15 years give or take), a little bit of tension mixed in with a little bit of hate yearning, cause she’s a saucy angsty fic ok
A/N: So, I kept telling myself I wasn’t going to do this, but honestly, I’m such a sl*t for Noah Wyle and older men. I also kept running into there being just hardly any fics in general for this amazing show and so…here I am. Attempting to create my version with an OC that does have a last name (it's for the doctor purposes but also I hate that whole y/n, y/l/n stuff, ok? It just throws my ass off and throws me out of a story) and follows along with the episodes of the show. Idk how this will go or be received but I’m here wrecking myself. Much Love
Shout out to @viridian-dagger for looking this over for me and hyping me up when I feel like my shit is trash. I Love you. Also, thanks to @strangergraphics for the cute little divider.
Word Count: 3259
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7:00 AM
“No, absolutely not. Ask someone else.”
The break room was the perfect place for Gloria’s early morning ambush. You’d barely pushed in the numbers on the keypad, the door swinging open when your gaze homed in on her position leaning against the small kitchenette. The words blurted out from a place deeply seeded in not being ready for her or the administration's early morning bullshit. You hadn’t even got to enjoy your coffee yet.
You’d turned on your heel and raced back out the door in what could’ve been record time. Your hand tried to steady the sloshing of your coffee as you could feel Gloria hot on your heels.
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask, Dr. Fullerton.”
“You’re right - I don’t. However, seeing you this early, Gloria is not a good omen for starting my day.”
There was nowhere in the entire trauma center that you could go to get away from her and, knowing Gloria, she wasn’t going to make it easy for you. Realistically, you understood that Gloria was just another cog in the corporate machine. She rode your ass - and every other medical professional in the system from doctors during residency to technicians and CNAs - because it’s what the big bad CEOs demanded. The hospital functioned on efficiency facilitated by money and if too many bad Yelp reviews arrived it systematically hurt numbers. Bad numbers equaled a bad flow of funds.
Gloria no doubt listened to her bosses during an early morning meeting where they rattled off complaint after complaint that dealt with a showcase of data and numbers. Both, of which, the board constantly claimed, showed the true efficiency of the hospital - not the life-saving measures taken to keep people alive. No doubt its main focus rested on the emergency department downstairs, because, once again, Yelp reviews of massive wait times and poor satisfaction scores outweighed the expertise of attending doctors.
You didn’t envy Gloria’s position of being hated for being said cog in the corporate machine. Her job focused on relaying the demands from the top. Gloria was forever the bad guy to staff whenever they noticed her no-nonsense demeanor coming towards them. It was hard to be sympathetic to her plight when she followed you around like a bloodhound. The woman was relentless.
“The board would like to see if applying additional support down in the emergency department would help alleviate time issues that are keeping patient satisfaction at a tremendous low.”
Absolutely not.
You would rather chew your arm off than be sent down there. Your retreat came to a halt as you turned to face her. There weren't too many places inside the hospital you could go, and you were willing to bet Gloria was willing to follow you anywhere until you conceded. Plus, you came to a full stop in front of the elevator, and no matter how much you’d like to magically teleport yourself inside of it, unfortunately, you were mortal and would just have to wait.
Gloria’s hands were interlocked in front of her middle - eyes drilling miniature holes in you that not that long ago used to make you squirm. That was back when you were just starting your internship - eager back then to make a great first impression. Terrified of being reprimanded for making an unpopular decision or speaking your mind.
“Gloria, I’m in family medicine.”
“Last time I checked you started in the emergency department and helped out in intensive care.”
“Yes, great memory, Gloria. If you also recall, I moved to family medicine where I’ve been for the last couple of years.”
The transfer to family medicine was a hard pill to swallow. You’d grown accustomed to the craziness of the ER. The constant adrenaline rush that required you to always bring your A game. Where the anxiety was at an all-time maxed-out high where a simple mistake cost lives but a quick deduction could save them. Once you’d moved upstairs to help out Dr. Nave’s family practice, it’d been a huge adjustment. Eventually, once your body got used to the monotony of the days, you found you were finally able to sleep. To be semi-normal.
There was no denying, however, that you left something important behind in The Pitt. Something you hoped you could leave there inside its sterile rooms and the overwhelming storm of emotions.
“I’m not asking you to go back down there to answer every trauma call. I’m asking you to take your family medicine knowledge downstairs to help assess triage for minor issues -“
“You mean people who come in for chest colds,” you interrupted.
“ - and help the senior doctors clear out these cases so they can focus on more immediate health care concerns.”
Gloria’s words crushed your small outburst and bore down on your shoulders, keeping you from trying to move away. Her hands were now connected at her elbows, which was her silent way of informing you she didn’t appreciate you trying to talk over her. That no would never be an acceptable answer.
You felt the drag of your teeth against your cheek. The temptation to bite down to relieve your growing irritation was overwhelming but futile. No matter what argument you came up with, you knew Gloria was here to make sure what the board requested was done.
Instead of bloodshed, you eased your frustration out inch by inch through your nose. Your eyes scanned over the shitty egg wash walls while you debated all of your available options, which were a big fat none.
“How long?”
Gloria didn’t need clarification on what you were asking. The way she practically preened like a peacock let you know she knew she’d won.
“As long as the board requires it.”
“I’ll do it just for today,” you interjected, ignoring her raised brow. “Today you can see if pulling me from Nave’s floor makes your charts or numbers move or whatever data it is you all look at. If it does nothing, today is my first and last day going down.”
Gloria considered your counterargument. The sharpness in her eyes brightened; the terms of this new agreement were revised without you knowing the new verbiage. The only thing you were sure of was that you could count on this small verbal agreement being drawn out in document form for you to sign later.
“Alright, Dr. Fullerton. You’ve got a deal. I’m sure the board will agree. Now come on. If we walk down fast enough maybe, you’ll make it in time for shift change.”
She didn’t wait to see if you were going to follow. Why would she when Gloria knew very well you weren’t going to fight it, especially when the main reason for your denial currently wouldn’t be working today.
Anniversaries were never really Robby’s thing.
You would never admit it, but your anxiety was fifteen feet away from grabbing you in a chokehold.
Get a fucking grip.
It had been two years since you left the ER. Two years since Robby and you had called time on seven years together. Seven years of memories filled with all the good and bad, co-parenting Jake, and keeping your relationship secret until it wasn’t. The early years of walking to work together with quick kisses goodbye before you split up just before you turned onto the final street to the hospital. The both of you choose different entrances each time to try and not raise suspicion.
It took Dana four days to figure out the two of you were together.
Dana was perceptive like that. Hell, she’d been the angel on your shoulder whispering hints that Robby just might like you as much as you liked him.
“I told him to ask you out to dinner. He thinks you’ll say no.”
“If he did ask, I should say no,” you countered.
Your eyes struggle to stay trained on the chart in front of you.
“Yeah, but I know you’ll say yes.”
“And what makes you so sure about that, Dana?”
“Because if you don’t stop giving each other googly eyes from across my nursing station I’m going to throttle you both.”
Robby had only been divorced from his wife for less than a year. You’d overheard snippets of conversations between Robby and Abbot, Dana, or Adamson about custody battles and visitations. The last thing you wanted to do was be a possible added stress to an already stressful situation. At least, that was the bullshit you kept telling yourself to try and stay away.
But Dana was right (she usually was, but you’d never tell her that).
You couldn’t pinpoint a specific time when things started to change between the two of you. The coffee breaks on the roof looking out over the top of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. The jokes that caused smiles to crest over his face, rivaled the glow from the sun's early morning rays. He told you later, in the med closet, how the sound of your laughter was something he looked forward to hearing; the warmth of it was enough to keep helping him make it through his shift. A sound he began to crave in the quiet corners of his home. You could still remember the phone calls and early texts. The caution and heavy breaths that harbored a desire that longed to reach out and consume the other. The two of you were equally afraid to be the one to take that first step over the bounds of professionalism.
The two of you knew the dangers of playing with lingering touches and knowing glances. The way you both acted like you wouldn’t ultimately end up burned. You could still recall the way he’d traced his thumb across your lips. The possessive way his eyes followed the motion made the desire for him to close that space, to claim you, to take you, threatened to make you lose all self-control.
Eventually, you stopped listening to the warning signs of all the what ifs; of being the intern and worrying about how it would make you look. When Robby asked you out on that date you didn’t hesitate to say yes.
You didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone the way you did with Robby. He was so attentive; he was thoughtful in the most pragmatic ways - packing extra scrubs in your pack. Teaching you how to fish and the differences between the lures and bait. The way he took the time to explain the objects he carved from wood and how much pressure was necessary to create the grooves and pattern. The way his voice would sound as he read to you; the soothing vibrations of his baritone the safest place you could be with his fingers in your hair.
He carved out a life that made it possible for all three of you to co-exist. His son, Jake, becomes the deepest interwoven part of your life you never realized was missing. On days Robby had him, you planned camping trips up in the mountains to hike and fish. To go on museum trips into Jake’s latest hobbies with the two of you making sure to have his game day off to cheer embarrassingly loud for him in the stands. The shared looks of pain from beside each other on the couch while Jake practiced his clarinet upstairs when he thought he wanted to be in the school band. You got lost in furniture manuals, cooking dinners that ended a few times with questionable outcomes, and attempting to bake tarts and pies that led to a one-time usage of the fire extinguisher. The euphoria of loving someone and being loved so fiercely in return made the years feel weightless, and when Robby finally proposed it made so much sense to say yes.
And COVID happened.
The quarantine and the endless amounts of patients that just kept coming - that felt like, no matter what you did, they couldn’t be saved. Family and friends, you both knew were ravaged by the infection. There were no answers. No medical treatments that you knew for sure would be what would save them. It didn’t discriminate and took lives without mercy. You just came to work every day, exhausted, and fighting to do what you could to heal those you could. You showed up every day for your patients.
Then Adamson passed.
There was no denying Robby blamed himself for what occurred with his mentor. It didn’t matter what you said. What Dana, Abbot, or anyone else said. The guilt weighed down on his conscience, pressed so violently, that eventually, Robby cracked under the strain. His grief was all-encompassing and the added loss that should’ve been experienced together, was left for only you to bear - widening the gap between you until it became a chasm.
The last time you’d seen Robby he’d been leaving to go to work. The latest fight - the endless bitter silences that stretched on - tore at the fabric of your being. Fractured pieces you didn’t know how to pick up on your own no longer felt worth fighting for. So, you decided to remove yourself from the equation.
When Robby came home from work that night you were already gone. Your engagement ring and house key sitting on a note that asked him not to contact you. He’d made it clear enough that there was no place for you in the new person that he was becoming - made it clear that your grief would be processed alone.
And so that was how you ended up transferring to family medicine. How you made sure to steer clear of all the places Robby was known to frequent. You ignored, as politely as you could, texts from Dana. Refused to talk about him in a work capacity or to close friends.
The truth was that you were still in love with Robby after all this time. The idea that someone else could ever make you feel as whole - as complete - didn’t exist. So, yes, you only agreed to come back down to the emergency department, where it all started, because you comfortably knew he wouldn’t be here. Dana, you could deal with her by using a little recon - you just needed to stay two steps ahead of her. Langdon was easier to deal with because his loyalty to Robby was absolute, which made you public enemy number one. For you, that meant he’d stay away from you on principle.
You were in the middle of shoving down the growing dread that was threatening to spill out of you when you came around the north hall triage. It was morning rounds. It was the attending's job to give the early morning pep-talk, debrief about patients who came in last shift, and go over the board. What you found waiting for you was what looked very much like a fresh batch of interns and/or med students taking instructions from a doctor you knew painfully well. One that made you question if it was too late to back out and turn tail and run.
“Oh, shit.” Dana huffed the words under her breath, but Robby caught them. The way each one dripped in a warning he should’ve heeded. “Gloria -”
It didn’t surprise him to hear she was here. He’d been warned by Dana but what Robby hadn’t expected was to see you - you - standing beside her.
You who he thought completely disappeared to the point you’d quit the hospital. You, who he thought of in the most inconvenient of times, who haunted him, and you who he wanted to fucking scream and curse at you but also ask how the fuck you’re doing because Jesus Christ…
He didn’t need this shit today.
At least you had the decency to look as uncomfortable as he felt.
“Good morning, Dr. Robby. I’m aware you and most of your emergency department know Dr. Fullerton. She used to work down here previously a few years back.”
“You could say that again,” Langdon muttered.
“I’m sorry why are you bringing a random fucking doctor down into The Pitt?”
The annoyance contrasted with the peaceful professionalism Gloria tried to hold together. But if she was going to bring random doctors down here, God, bring you fucking down here, he was damn sure going to make her work for it. Inch by irritating inch.
“We both know that Dr. Fullerton is not a hospital resident or an attending transfer. As previously stated, she worked down here in this very ED, with you no less. She also holds one of the highest Press Ganey scores in this hospital.”
“I’m sure she’s very proud,” his words ground out like he’d swallowed gravel.
Gloria shot him a warning look as she continued, “-Something I figure she could teach the new students and old physicians here. I’m bringing her down to assist Dr. McKay today in triage.”
“Let me guess - this either has to deal with the hospital's numbers or lack of working bodies down here. Am I right?”
“What a fantastic guess, Robby. It does indeed have to do with the hospitals' numbers and poor patient output. Based on those numbers alone today, if it shows Dr. Fullerton’s presence helps patient satisfaction go up and wait times decrease - even in the slightest - she’ll be staying here. Permanently.”
His jaw ticked violently. He wanted to bristle and tell her where to stick her metrics and numbers. To tell Gloria to get you the fuck out of his Pitt. Somewhere in his brain, his common sense slowly won out. It didn’t matter how much of a fit he threw; Gloria had every intention of making you stay. Down here. With him.
Robby also knew, realistically, that the chances of you driving up productivity were high. You were a damn good doctor. One of the best. Adamson had made sure. Christ, Robby himself made sure. Fuck. The edges of his vision were beginning to tighten in glaring white; he needed to get away before he succumbed to a panic attack.
He should’ve kept looking away, but he was fighting a losing battle trying to keep his eyes away from you. It’d been nearly two years since he came home to find you gone. Two years for him to think of the hundreds of thousands of questions that he would demand for you to answer if he ever saw you again. All those months of burying it all down, telling himself he got what he wanted, only for it to be dredged up, and on a day like today, he was already close to his breaking point.
You looked good. Great, even. Just as gorgeous as the first day he’d met you and begrudgingly, for a split second, he wondered how you saw him. If you were equally as fucked as he was.
“Make sure she stays with you up in triage, Dr. McKay. I don’t want to see her in my red zone.”
He didn’t wait to hear confirmation from Gloria or McKay. He didn’t bother to see if you understood he meant every word he said. You had no place down here. Robby needed to start his shift - to start the normalcy of seeing patients - before he completely forgot why he chose to come into work today.
He needed to get away before all his resolve shattered. The easiest way to keep himself whole was to begin his day. To do his rounds and when he passed you, he did his best to pretend you didn’t even exist.
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Much love.
ᝰ.ᐟ pairing: kang dae-ho (player 388) x fem!reader.
ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: +18. oral (f!receiving). dom!dae-ho. fingering. just him being a munch tbh.
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: english is not my first language so i’m sorry if there’s any grammatical mistakes!
the night is quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the room as you lie stretched out on the bed. you’re draped in nothing but dae-ho’s shirt, the hem brushing your bare thighs as you absently skim through a book, the words blur together, your focus drifting, but the familiar comfort of his scent clinging to the fabric keeps you grounded.
the sound of the door clicking shut catches your attention, and moments later, you hear the familiar shuffle of your boyfriend’s shoes hitting the floor, he appears in the doorway, his tired eyes darkening the moment they land on you.
“you’re trying to kill me,” he mutters, his voice low and gravelly as he moves toward you.
before you can reply, he’s crawling onto the bed, his hands sliding under the hem of his shirt to grip your bare thighs. “you look so pretty like this,” he says, pressing wet kisses along your bare, warm skin. “you have no idea how much i need you right now,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your knee as he pushes the fabric higher, exposing you completely.
his gaze burns as it travels up your body, and his hands part your thighs with deliberate slowness. He settles between them, the warmth of his breath brushing over your core, making you shiver. “god, look at you,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles along your inner thigh before his thumb presses teasingly against your clit.
you gasp, hips bucking into his touch, but he pulls back slightly, a smug smirk spreading across his face. “all this for me?” he asks, his voice dripping with hunger.
he doesn’t wait for an answer. his mouth is on you before you can catch your breath, his tongue flattening against your slick heat before dragging up in a slow, torturous stroke. a broken moan escapes your lips, your fingers tangling in his long hair as he groans into you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body
“hmm- fuck,” he mutters against you, his lips closing around your clit as his tongue flicks it in rapid, teasing movements. your back arches off the bed, but his hands pin your hips down, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
you’re already trembling, the pleasure building too fast, too much. “dae,” you whimper, your voice shaky as you tug at his hair, but he only hums in response, his tongue diving into you with fervor.
his own need is evident in the way his hips grind into the mattress, seeking relief as he devours you like a man starved. his nose brushes against your clit as his tongue dips deeper, and the desperate, guttural sound he makes is enough to push you closer to the edge.
“stay still,” he commands softly, his voice muffled as he pulls back slightly, his lips slightly swollen and chin glistening. his thumb replaces his tongue, rubbing slow, torturous circles over your swollen bud while he watches you unravel beneath him.
“you’re so perfect like this,” he murmurs, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust as he lowers his mouth again, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers. you’re a trembling mess, every nerve ignited as you cling to him, your thighs tightening around his head.
“mhm, come me for me, baby,” he groans, his voice thick with desperation. his words send you over the edge, your body shattering under his touch as waves of pleasure crash over you. he doesn’t stop, his mouth and hands coaxing every last ounce of bliss from you until you’re left trembling, gasping for air.
when he finally pulls back, his lips are red, his hair disheveled, and his eyes filled with unbridled desire. he crawls up your body, his mouth capturing yours in a messy, heated kiss. “i’m not done with you yet,” he whispers in between kisses, his voice hoarse as he grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel just how much he needs you.
and as he moves against you, the fabric of his jeans causing friction against your already aching core and his hot breath against your ear, you know the night has only just begun.
ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: smut. sexo sin protección. consumo de marihuana. mención leve de breeding kink.
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: primero de mati! volviendo para tratar de subir un poco más de variedad esperando que a juani no se le ocurra venir a leer fics aquí.
matías veía como tu cuerpo rebotaba de arriba a abajo sobre polla, la superficie de tus palmas presionadas firmemente sobre su pecho, envolviendo su longitud por completo, cada centímetro de su dura polla llenando tu coño, llevándolos a ambos a la locura.
habían pasado horas desde que comenzaron, y por lo que fuera que había en el porro que habían compartido o en el aire de la noche, ambos estaban follando como animales.
tus muslos ardían por los movimientos repetitivos sobre el cuerpo de matías, agotada, pero tu ritmo se mantenía implacable.
matías podía notar que estabas desesperada por otro orgasmo, deslizando tu húmedo coño hacia arriba y hacia abajo por sus polla sin esfuerzo debido a que tus jugos y su semen empapaban tu centro y tus muslos por haberse metido dentro de ti tantas veces.
una de las manos firmes de matías agarraba tu culo, sus dedos aferrándose con fuerza a tu suave carne, manteniéndote en posición para que no cambiaras tu ritmo, mientras su otra mano se encargaba de poner el porro en tus labios para que calaras y devolverlo a los suyos cuando hubieras terminado.
"eso es,” gimió, con una leve sonrisa en sus
labios mientras su mano te guiaba a lo largo de su longitud, la expresión de tu cara, tus ojos llorosos que dejaban caer pequeñas lágrimas cuando los cerrabas por el placer servían de gran impulso para su ego. "mi puta niña bonita, monta esta pija, bebita, es toda tuya.".
la melodía lujuriosa de tu piel golpeando contra él, el ruido de los firmes azotes en tu trasero, tus gemidos agudos y sus jadeos eran como música divina para los oídos de ambos.
movías tus caderas hacia adelante y hacia atrás, volviendo a rebotar hacia arriba y hacia abajo, haciendo círculos y formas ocho en su longitud, arrastrando sin pensar tus caderas donde te pareciera adecuado, moviéndote de cualquier manera sobre él.
"ojos en mí, princesa", matías llevó su mano a tu mandíbula, obligándote a bajar la cabeza para mirarlo. "me estás apretando tan fuerte,” gimió, juntando sus frentes sudorosas, y por el cómo te miraba pudiste notar que él sabía que estabas al borde de otro orgasmo una vez más, sus ojos miraron profundamente los tuyos y sin perder tiempo sus caderas se levantaron y encontraron tus rebotes, con el objetivo de llevarte a esa altura lo más rápido que pudiera.
"matías!" su nombre era lo único que encuentras surgía en tu cerebro, el nuevo ángulo de la posición en la que su polla perfora tu coño, te hacía sentir tan llena de él, tan perdida por el placer que no te diste cuenta de que el nudo en tu estómago se rompía.
matías apretó tu culo fuertemente, el doloroso placer te obligó a sentarte y recibir su embestida, haciéndote sentir como te follaba con intensidad, cada arrastre de su polla contra tus paredes te envía a un estado temporal de inmovilidad, tus músculos se tensan mientras sientes que te bañas con otro orgasmo cegador.
matías observa con el porro entre los labios como tu boca se abre sin soltar un sonido, como se te ponen los ojos en blanco, con la garganta agotada mientras nada está dicho todavía.
y él, al mismo tiempo, bombeaba su semen cremoso de regreso a tu útero, elogiándote por follarlo tan bien, por tener un coño perfecto y totalmente suyo.
"sos perfecta, bebita mía, toda mía, te voy a dar hasta llenarte de mí y tenerte cargando a mis bebés, ¿sí? eso querés, ¿no? buena niña,”
ᝰ.ᐟ pairing: enzo vogrincic x fem!r
ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: smut. being filmed (sex tape). unprotected sex. headlock. size kink.
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: not requested, but i hope you all like it :)
you have been at it for hours, but started recording a few minutes ago, the old video camera propped on the nightstand — enzo’s bedroom smelled strongly of sex and sweat, loud moans were bouncing off the walls, you were splayed in the middle of his huge bed, head pressed into the soft pillows and ass high up in the air as your boyfriend fucked the shit out of you, making sure that your pussy was raw and thoroughly fucked.
it had been his idea, starting as a suggestion, he would leave tomorrow, taking off to spain for the filming of a new movie, you wouldn’t see each other for months, and he wanted something to help both of you when needed, so there you were.
the bedsheets were wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, your ass felt hot from all the spanks enzo had delivered, your throat felt sore from all the moaning and face-fucking, the musky taste of enzo’s cock still lingered on your tongue, and a trace of his cum still painted your cheek, a detail from a few pictures he snapped before.
enzo yanked your hips up higher, getting a firm grip on your waist, a string of loud mewls along with shameless moans poured out of your lips as the brunette absolutely ravaged you, he pounded your dripping pussy with so much vigor that your body shifted forward with each thrust, the headboard hitting the walls with every thrust he delivered, heavy balls slapping against your wet skin with loud smacking sounds.
enzo’s large hands moved to smack your ass so it jiggled in his palms, grabbing and molding the flesh afterwards. “mira como tomás todo lo que te doy, mi amor. te gusta que te folle frente a la cámara?,” enzo moaned above you, his filthy words caused heat rise up to your cheeks as you buried your face even deeper into soft pillows, but they couldn’t hide your reddened face from his eyes, that observed your every move in the small screen of the camera.
enzo leaned down, one arm sliding underneath your neck, so that your chin was tucked right in the hollow of his elbow; squishing your face in between his bicep and a forearm, trapping you in a firm headlock.
he put most of his body weight onto your smaller body, pounding your dripping cunt into the mattress, stretching you out on his girth, making your eyes roll back in intense pleasure. “contestame, chiquita. te gusta que te folle frente a la cámara?,” he repeated, waiting for your answer.
“s—sí, en, me gusta,” you whined as you felt enzo’s free hand slipping underneath your stomach, finding your throbbing needy clit in no time and massaging it brutally with his fingertips.
“ay bebita, estás babeándote,” enzo cooed with fake pity, his hot lips brushing the back of your neck, leaving bites and kisses on the soft skin.
your eyes traveled to the screen and down your chin, and, you were drooling indeed, drool slightly covering your chin and dribbling down to enzo’s arm, getting in between your chin and his inner elbow. your hand came to his arm around your neck, fingers digging into the muscles, leaving crescent-shaped marks on scarred skin.
“enzo,” you moaned, drawing the last vowel as you looked at his reflection on the screen, you felt your orgasm approaching with every movement of his hips.
“shh, ya mi amor,” he shushed you softly, his hips slapping against your ass with even more vigor, making you forget whatever it was that you wanted to say.
he hissed as he felt your velvety walls clenching around him, the suckle of your pussy sent his hips bucking and forcing his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt.
“uff, chiquita, mirá como me apretas. querés que te llene el coño, hm? ¿eso querés?,” enzo rambled next to your ear as his pace became faster and sloppier.
“por favor, por favor, mi amor,” you whined, grabbing his arm with more force. your body prickled with desire and heat, enzo’s fingers worked diligently on your clit along with his thick cock spreading you open, mushing against all of your sweet spots.
he had you cumming all around him in no time, wringing a mind-blowing orgasm out of your exhausted body, your release leaving a noticeable white ring on the base of his dick.
a string or curses and quiet whimpers reached your ears as enzo snapped his hips into yours quickly before stilling completely and, with a final moan, he shoot his thick cum inside of your fluttering heat, flooding your insides with his warmth.
he went slack against your back, his body mounding against yours as he laid atop of you, making you squeak quietly under his weight. he chuckled airily as he stretched out his arm and reached for the camera, filming from his perspective as he pulled out of you, watching how his warm cum dripped down from your swollen cunt, staining your slit and sheets underneath as you whined at the feeling of emptiness.
enzo then propped the camera in front of you, showing your fucked out face, as he got closer to you, leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek as you both smiled at the camera before ending the video.
he then scooped you up in his arms and maneuvered you to lay on top of his heaving chest, thick fingers tangled in your messy hair, massaging your scalp lovingly. “hicimos todo un show, al menos si se filtra sabemos que hicimos un buen sex tape,”
you laughed slightly, slapping his chest and cuddling deeper into your lover’s neck, wrapping one arm around his broad shoulders as he kissed your naked shoulder.
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: tratando de nunca darles crumbs, espero te guste!
"eeeso es, mírate que linda como babeas por mí, buena niña." su gemido fue áspero y profundo, observando cómo la saliva goteaba de tu boca mientras lo chupabas, llevándolo tan lejos como podías en tu garganta. el líquido se escurría sobre tu barbilla y bajaba hasta sus bolas, pero a ninguno de los dos les importaba.
la mano de felipe se apretaba sutilmente alrededor de tu garganta, una y otra vez para hacerte tener arcadas y sentirte a su alrededor. salió de tu boca para dejarte agarrar aire, pero agarró firmemente tu cabello.
era una escena digna de grabar, lástima que no lo habían pensado antes.
“te ves tan bonita cuando estás hecha un desastre. quién diría que una nena tan linda como vos podía ser tan puta?," felipe tomó su pulgar y con este abrió tu boca, se inclinó, y escupió en boca abierta antes de deslizar su polla nuevamente para mezclar los fluídos.
te veías tan bonita con la cara sonrojada y los ojos llorosos, la barbilla resbaladiza por la saliva y el brillo hambriento en tus ojos… era una de sus vistas favoritas.
"te sentís bien, ¿no?" dentro de tu coño, el juguete continuaba su propósito, bajas vibraciones que el ojiazul podía controlar, sentir tu desesperado jadeo alrededor de tu polla solo aumentó su placer, haciéndolo inclinar la cabeza hacía atrás.
"¿querés un poco más? quiero que te corras con mi polla en tu boca". murmuró, sosteniendo tu mejilla en una mano y el control remoto del juguete en la otra. con los labios envueltos alrededor de su punta, T/N le dio el gemido más patético combinado con un asentimiento, y sin pensarlo dos veces, felipe cedió.
tu gemido ante la avalancha de nuevas vibraciones fue suficiente para involuntariamente sacar la polla de tu boca, pero se resolvió rápidamente cuando él agarró tu cabello con una mano y arrojó el control remoto hacia un lado, manteniéndola fuertemente sujeta mientras te follaba la boca.
"no dije que dejaras de chupar, bonita". advirtió, usando su agarre sobre vos como guía, y con nuevo entusiasmo te ayudó a mover la cabeza de arriba a abajo, mirándote de cerca, notando lo mucho que lo disfrutabas.
era obvio cuando estabas cerca del orgasmo. tus uñas se clavaban en él y gemías alrededor de su longitud mucho más.
“te vas a venir, mi amor?”. él sonrió, apartándo tu boca de su polla por un momento.
"por favor, por favor...". tu voz se agudizó mientras gemías sin aliento, mientras las vibraciones dentro de tu coño te sacudían, pulsando dentro de ti, te faltaba el estiramiento que te daba su polla, pero tenerla en tu boca también era gratificante.
tu desesperación era deliciosa, y felipe era un hombre débil para mendigar.
"haceme venir como la buena chica que sos, y te dejo”.
tan pronto como tu boca vuelve a estar sobre él, trabajas sobre él como si tu vida dependiera de ello, chupando y lamiendo, babeando por toda su polla. y nuevamente su voz sale a jugar.
"mi nena linda, me tomás tan bien…," él sisea a través de las acciones lascivas, el sonido resbaladizo de tu succión, las vibraciones y sus jadeos llenando la habitación. “sos perfecta, hecha para mí, mierda."
conociendo sus puntos débiles, no es difícil hacer que se corra. chupando justo en la punta, frotando tu lengua contra ese lugar mientras tus manos trabajan en su longitud, acariciando de arriba a abajo mientras continúan sus gemidos.
“mierda, mi amor. justo así". sus jadeos se escuchan a pesar de los sonidos de tu boca sobre tu miembro. y fue cuando comenzaste ó a gemir que él sintió que el orgasmo se desbordaba.
"ah sí. sí, sí, así, linda. me voy a correr en tu bonita boca." y con una pulsación más del control remoto del vibrador, ambos se volvieron un desastre. su semen en tu boca, sus muslos temblando mientras vos te corrías en el suelo y te aferra a él para estabilizarse. sacándolo de tu boca para gemir ante tu orgasmo, su semen goteando de tu boca mientras sus ojos se ponían en blanco por la imagen que le estabas dando.
vic que tal?? espero que estés bien :)) oyeee ya nos regalaste tremenda joya con el dbf!enzo, y me preguntaba si podríamos tener también un dbf!kuku?? 👀👀👀 aaaa no sé si soy solo yo pero tiene como un aire (?) definitivamente me traen mal estos hombres de lsdln😭
𓏲ּ. west coast.
ᝰ.ᐟ pairing: esteban kukuriczka x young!fem!r
ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: smut. diferencia de edad (20 años). uso de la palabra zorra. masturbación.
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: dbf!kuku on top (de todas nosotras).
♡ dbf!esteban, quien tiene un punto suave por las chicas menores que él, dulces e inocentes. ya se ha encontrado en repetidas ocasiones con chicas diez, veinte años menores que él, pero ninguna se veía, actuaba o era vos.
♡ dbf!esteban, quien follaba su mano pensando en vos, en cómo tu cuerpo se vería atrapado debajo del suyo, mientras te besaba toda y te hacía sentir como realmente merecías.
♡ dbf!esteban, que no puede evitar sentir su polla tensarse en sus jeans cuando siente tu mirada sobre él, esteban no es un hombre tonto, sabe perfectamente que lo miras con los mismos ojos con los que él te ve.
♡ dbf!esteban, quien no desaprovechaba ninguna oportunidad para hacerte perder la cabeza, jugando contigo debajo de la mesa, sentándose en frente de ti, deslizando la punta de su zapato en tu centro mientras tus padres te hacían preguntas sobre la universidad, tu especialidad y cualquier nuevo amigo que tuvieras.
♡ dbf!esteban, quien rozaba su frente contra tu trasero mientras ayudabas a tu mamá a lavar los platos, disculpándose con una voz baja y sensual que hizo que tus muslos se apretaran para causar fricción en tu ya estimulado coño.
♡ dbf!esteban, quien aprovechaba que tus padres ya estaban pasados de tragos para arrastrarte lejos de la sala, él con la excusa de ir al baño y vos con la de irte a dormir, mientras ambos se dirigían a tu cuarto.
♡ dbf!esteban, quien te arrastró a la habitación de tu infancia y prácticamente te arrojó sobre la cama, atacando tu cuello en un instante mientras murmuraba sobre lo mucho que lo ponías.
"vos y esta maldita falda me van a matar," gimió mientras inclinabas tu cabeza hacia atrás, inmediatamente dejándolo hacer lo que quisiera contigo.
♡ dbf!esteban, que ahora te tiene entre sus piernas, con la falda levantada hasta tu estómago y bragas descartados en algún lugar al otro lado de la habitación.
♡ dbf!esteban, que no pierde el tiempo sumergiendo sus grandes dedos en tu coño empapado, echando la cabeza hacia atrás ante lo mojado que estás: “ni siquiera te he hecho nada todavía y ya estás tan mojada, solo para mí…”
♡ dbf!esteban, quien comienza a frotar sus gruesos dedos contra ti a un ritmo rápido, provocando que te arañes los muslos: “ma— s-más despacio, mis papás... " esteban se rio de tus patéticos gemidos, sabiendo en el fondo que realmente te importaba un carajo que los escucharan
♡ dbf!esteban, que te toca aún más rápido, dejando marcas en todo tu cuello mientras susurra: "dale, dejá que te escuchen, que sepan lo zorra que sos por mí—”
♡ dbf!esteban, quien te guía a través de tu orgasmo, susurrando elogios en tu oído mientras besa tu mejilla: “yo sé, yo sé. te ves tan bonita así, solo para mí, no?"
Amo lo que escribis!! De las mejores (para no decir la mejor) escritoras que hacen cosas sobre el cast de lsdln. Consultita ¿Escribirias sobre Simon hempe? No hay ni aca de el y eso que es hermoso. Nada eso, abrazo
— ༝༚༝༚ got a letter ¡!
ayy, mil gracias enserio por las lindas palabras <3, claro! podría escribir algunos blurbs para simón, mándalos, solo que ténganme paciencia porque tengo muchísimos requests sin subir y me gustaría salir de ellos primero;)
babess estoy enamorada de tus fics! i love every single one you write, but i have a soft spot for the ones that u write for fran! ur actually such a great writer tysm for doing the lords work 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶
— ༝༚༝༚ got a letter ¡!
aww babyyy, thank u so much🫶🏻, i’m so glad you’ve liked them, i’ll try to post more for fran!
this makes me sad ngl☹️, i’ve tried to post on english and spanish because i want all of the people that follow me to feel like they can find something for them here, but i’m aware that most of the requests are on spanish and even if you translate them to english it looses its sparkle </3, so i’ll be trying to post equally for both languages!
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