Robby uses you as a stress reliever and a personal fuck toy
Robby has some serious temper issues, and everyone knows. He lashed out and yelled when things were too much for him. He wasn't even mad at them; he just didn't know what to expect when things were overwhelming. Of course, you noticed all these things and clocked them as red flags, but that didn't stop you from being an idiot and developing a crush on him. Yes, it was wrong when he yelled, but... You wouldn't hate it if he yelled at you.
You guys started hooking up casually after one drunken mistake.
It was pouring rain, and you peeked outside. It was coming down hard and fast, thunder was rolling in, and you groaned. There was no way in hell you could walk home, and an Uber would be like 90 bucks in this weather. Like an angel had heard your prayer, Robby appeared behind you. He had his backpack and jacket on, his keys clasped tightly in his hand, and he looked like he was ready to go. You give him a polite smile and move aside so he can leave.
"You have a ride?" he said sternly, his brow quirking with curiosity and concern. You swallowed, not expecting him to say anything. "U-um, not yet, but I'll figure it out." He shifts his head to the side, clearly not happy with that answer. "What d'ya mean you'll figure it out?" You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. He rolls his eyes, grabbing your bag out of your hands. "I'll give you a ride, c'mon." He wasn't asking, he was telling you. You quickly follow behind him. "N-no, Dr. Robby, I couldn't ask you-" you can barely get the words out. No way in hell I'm getting a ride with the man I've been wanting to ride for months.
"You didn't, I did. Now get in the damn car." He opened the passenger seat, tossed your bag in, and held it open for you. He had that same stern look on his face. You don't bother arguing; it's cold outside; goosebumps paint your skin. You quickly shuffle into the car, and he closes the door, getting in himself on the other side. He starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. He puts his hand on the back of your headrest and looks back; his hand turns the wheel effortlessly.
fuck fuck fuck. He did the reserve thing. You were gonna come on the spot. You snap out of it as he hands you his phone, then ushers you to enter your address. Your hands brush past his, and your breath hitches. "Y-yeah, no, of course." You quickly entered your address and cringed at how far it was, given the traffic and the weather. He grabbed the phone from you, barely even noticing the time it would take.
He began driving, not saying anything. The rain loudly smashed against the windows and made the road barely visible. You shivered in the cold atmosphere, and he noticed, turning up the heat and moving his vent towards you. The warm air relaxed you instantly, mmh, it felt so nice, but you still felt like you should've brought a jacket. He notices you shivering still. He pulls over, takes off his jacket, and puts it on you. "Oh no, no you don't have..." Your words die fast on your tongue when he gives you that same stern look. You pull the jacket over you like a blanket. Mmh, it smelled just like his cologne and him. He started driving again, but the weather persisted. You drove for maybe 10 miles before needing to pull over again. "Shit. No way I'm gonna get you home in this weather, sweetheart."
You gulped, feeling guilty, because you had just burdened him. He could've been home safe, but instead he sat here with you while a storm raged on. “My place is closer, I could get us there safely. I can take you home after it calms down. Is that okay with you?” You were conflicted; you wanted to say yes, but the thought of being in his home… God, it made you dizzy. But you knew letting the two of you continue driving in this dangerous weather, just because you didn't wanna be alone with your sexy boss, whom you had a crush on. “Y-yeah, that's alright, I’m sorry I got you in this mess.” He laughs, starting the car again. “I'm used to putting out fires all day, Sweetheart. This is the easiest thing I've done all day.” You smile, looking down into your lap, his coat covering your thighs, and you have to suppress a squeal. He was so reassuring, and this was the first time someone had made you feel so good.
Before you knew it, you were pulling into his driveway. You looked up at his house, and it was so nice compared to your crappy apartment. It was a sweet and classic townhouse. There was red brick, a gorgeous stone roof, windows everywhere, and a dark brown front door. “W-wow, your place is…wow.” he let out a small laugh before turning the ignition off and grabbing his bag. The two of you simultaneously opened your doors and ran in towards the door. The rain was harsh and fast, and even though you were only outside for a few minutes, the two of you were completely soaked. He fumbles with his keys, eventually unlocking the front door, and the two of you run in. He closes the door, and you let out a breath.
His house was nice and cozy, a little messy, of course, but you could tell it was his completely. He had a stand with so many records on it and a record player on top. You noticed the number of books that filled his house. There were novels, medical journals, classic literature books, and even the Torah. It looked a little worn out, like it was his grandparents'. He takes off his coat and bag, putting them on a stand near the door and ushering you to do the same. He slips off his shoes, and you do the same. You walk further into the house, and you stop in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do as he turns up the heat. He looks back and laughs at you looking like a deer in headlights.
“Sit down, it's alright.” You carefully and slowly descended onto his couch; it was really comfy, like he had properly broken it in. “I'm gonna get some towels and change, give me a minute.” He turned away and went upstairs, and you heard some shuffling. You looked around his apartment, not trying to snoop, just seeing what was there. He had some dishes in the sink and old sticky notes and grocery lists on his fridge. You look across on the mantle and see some family photos of him with his grandparents and one of him and Abbott. You smiled at the scene; it was sweet to see a glimpse of him outside of work.
He comes running down, and you look up, seeing him now in an oversized shirt and some plaid pants. He handed you a towel, a shirt, and some sweats. “Bathrooms down the hall.” You nodded, muttering a thank you, and made your way down the hall. You shut the door and pulled off your wet clothes. God, you were freezing. You patted yourself dry and quickly pulled on his clothes. They were big on you, but it felt so nice to be in clean, warm clothes, instead of your wet, cold, dirty scrubs. The sweats were a little too long and big, so you had to roll them up to fit; even then, you looked so out of place in them. You walk back out into the living room, and he freezes for a second, looking you up and down, his eyes making you nervous. He crosses his arms, then relaxes with a smile. “You borrow my clothes well,” he teases, stepping closer. The room seems warmer already as he brushes a damp strand from your cheek, guiding you toward the couch to rest and dry off further.
He walks into the kitchen towards his bar cart, grabbing two glasses and some whiskey. You could see the lightning outside, and the thunder rumbled through the house. You knew the storm wasn't stopping anytime soon.“You want a drink?” he asked, holding the glass. You hesitantly nodded. It definitely wasn't appropriate to be drinking with your attending, but it also wasn't appropriate to be in his house in his clothes, knowing the thoughts you had about him. You hear the ice clink into the glass, and he pours a nice drink for the two of you. He walks over, places yours on the coffee table, and sits next to you.
He brought the glass up to his mouth, taking a nice, long sip. Your eyes fell to his lips as the liquor glistened on them, some droplets in his salt and pepper beard. Your eyes drop down to his neck, and you quickly stop yourself, grabbing the glass and taking a big drink.
He laughs, almost choking on his drink, “Calm down, sweetheart, are you trying to get drunk?” You shake your head no. “It was just a long day.” You say, putting the drink in your lap. “Are you thinking about quitting already?” He shrugs, eyebrows quivering, and sets the glass aside. “I get it,” he murmurs, voice softening. “This job takes a lot out of you.” A heavy pause settles between them, charged and fragile. You shake your head no, pulling your legs under you onto the couch. “No, no nothing like that, it's not easy, but I love working at the hospital. If we don't do it, who will?” He nods at your words, taking another big drink, eventually finishing it.
The two of you drank more and more, almost emptying the entire bottle of whiskey. Now that you were drunk, it was easy for you to speak freely. “You know what I hate? I haven't gone out or done anything since I moved here. I haven't even been fucked, it's been like 6 months!” Your words slur a bit as you roll your eyes. He laughs in disbelief, “That's hard to believe, you're gorgeous. That's what this job does to you, though.” You lean a bit closer to him, almost whispering, “When was the last time you fucked someone?” He rolls his eyes, pouring another drink. “Can't remember, maybe 10 months ago? Bar hookup.” Your mouth hangs open. How could he not be absolutely depraved like you?
“Wow, how are you not losing it…” You whisper in disbelief. “Maybe that's a good thing, I'm too stressed to be a gentleman,” you laugh, wiping your lips. “You know some women don't want a gentleman in bed.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Some women? Or you, sweetheart?” You press your lips into a thin line, not wanting to answer him even though you had started the conversation. He comes closer and gently cups your face. He smelled like whiskey and his woody cologne. “You don't have to be shy, you can tell me.” You gulp, gently nodding. Your mouth felt so dry that you couldn't speak. “You like a man who fucks you good?” His hands rub your face. “One who presses this pretty face into the mattress?” his hands travel to your neck, his large hand gripping your neck easily. “Chokes you, so you can barely breathe?”
You let out a hushed whine, nodding eagerly. “Aw, poor girls just been so pent up, haven't you?” His lips press to your cheek. “I can fix that, baby,” he says, kissing all over you, leaving slow, warm, open-mouth kisses. You rub your thighs together, feeling the wetness. He slowly lifts his head, pressing his forehead against yours, and you gently press your lips to his.
He moans, kissing you harder, lacing his fingers through your hair, gripping tightly. He grabs you, picking you up, bridal style, and before you can even question it, he's taking you upstairs and tossing you on his bed. You're too horny even to think logically, and the whiskey took away your shame. You began quickly pulling off his clothes from your body and throwing them, not caring where they landed. He did the same, and your eyes roamed over him. His hairy chest, soft tummy, and god, his huge dick. It was heavy and thick. It looked about 8 inches long and curved to the left.
He climbs on the bed over you, pushing you down into the mattress. His hands rub over your body, and he moans, “God, fuck, you're so sexy, such a pretty girl.” His words make you whimper and roll your hips upwards. He laughs at your neediness. “Don't worry, sweet girl, I’m gonna fuck the daylights outta you.” He smashes his lips against you and moans while his hands grip your boobs. You wrap your legs around his waist, and his hard cock rubs against your wet pussy. “F-fuck! R-robby, please!” He pulls away, looking down at you. His dick was lined up perfectly, and he could just slip it in. His eyes darted to his side table, mentally debating grabbing a condom. You recognized the look all too well and shook your head no. “You don't have to… I-I’m on the pill.” You were praying he wouldn't.
He didn't need to hear much before he started pressing the tip in. Your eyes go wide, feeling the thick tip press inside, and he groans before slamming it in all at once. You screamed, feeling completely stretched out. It was massive. Your hands scramble to his sheets, and you grip on for dear life. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back inside, making both of you groan. “Fuck YES!” he grabs your hips, thrusting in and out of you like you were a toy. “MMH, GOD FUCK ROBBY,” you squeal as his thrusts hit so deep. You hadn't felt this good in forever. “Yeah? You like that? That feels good, you little slut?” he moans, gripping your hips tighter, knowing there would be hand-shaped bruises on them after he was done. He comes closer, pressing your chest to his, and he starts sucking on your neck, biting down hard, causing you to squeal.
Your hands grab onto his hair, holding tightly, and you bury your face in his bicep, suppressing your screams. He thrusted hard and fast, groaning into your neck. He pulled away with a satisfied look on his face as he saw the marks littering your neck. You whine as he pulls his bicep away, no longer giving you a place to moan into. His hand finds your neck, and he squeezes, making you gasp. “Fuck baby, you're too fucking tight. I've been so stressed. Who knew I just needed a pretty little girl to fuck everything into.” You close your eyes as he thrusts harder with each word, your barely coherent moans filling the room as his grip on your neck tightens. “What was that, baby? You got something to say?” He coos, mocking you. You whimper, trying to speak, but it feels too good, and he has an iron grip around your throat. He laughs at the way you give up trying. He lets go of your throat, grabs your legs, pressing them into your chest. He pulls out, making you cry out “N-no please~!” You shook your head fast.
He smirks at your words, “You want it that bad, huh, baby?” You desperately nod, needing him back inside. “Use your words, you're a big girl,” he coos. “Please, Robby, please put it back inside,” you mewl. He groans, pressing you further into a mating press before thrusting back inside. Your eyes went wide as he fucked back inside. He was so much deeper now. You felt it in your stomach, “GAH, GODD!” you screamed. Robby laughed like a madman, fucking deeper and harder. “Yes, YES FUCKING TAKE IT!!!” His nails dug into your thighs as he fucked out every frustration he'd had in the last year. You cry out, getting closer as he thrusts in and out of you. “I-Im close!” he groans, shaking his head no. “Not yet, baby, you don't come till I tell you to. Got it?” You sniffle, nodding at his words. “Y-Yes, sir.” He smirks at your obedience. “Good girl, listening so well.”
He pulls out, stopping himself from coming too, and he grabs your face, scrunching it up, before he lets go. You whine and try to slip it back in out of desperation, and he slaps you, “Tsk tsk tsk, bad girl.” You gasp as his hand connects with your cheek. He hit you, but it felt like a kiss. “S-Sorry, Daddy,” you sniffle. He closes his eyes, almost coming at the word. He flips you over, manhandling you onto your stomach. “Fuck baby, I love that, how long you been keeping that in?” he asks, lifting your ass to his dick. “So long,” your words muffled into the mattress. He lines up with you, thrusting back in, he fucked you as hard as he can, making you scream and sob into the pillow. “It's so dirty. Filthy. Little. Slut” he thrusted with each word. “Gonna use you every day now, baby. You're mine.” He growled into your ear. You nod eagerly into the pillow, excited at the thought of it. He pulls your hair, causing you to moan, and your head is pulled back, making your eyes meet. Your eyes were watery, and dry tears had stained your face. “You wanna come, baby?” he coos. You nod fast and whine, getting closer. He gives a few more thrusts, feeling you tighten around him, and he lets go. “AHH! Mmh, daddy!” you mewl out as you feel the warm ropes of cum fill you up.
He groans loudly before collapsing on you. You both lay there out of breath and exhausted. He pulls out of you, flipping you over and into his lap. He brushes the hair out of your face. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asks softly, his eyes wandering over the hickeys and bruises. “Y-yeah, all good,” you said, exasperated. He hugs you, bringing you into his chest. “Sorry if I was too rough, baby,” he said, his voice full of guilt. You shook your head no. “I-i liked it… Don't worry.” He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your head. “Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”
