pervy pathetic robby <3 (f!reader) (as requested)
“Dr. Robinavitch,” you scoff. “If I’m talking to you, at least have the decency to look at my eyes, not my tits.”
Robby’s head snaps up. With the innocence of a man who was absolutely staring at your rack, Robby asks, “What?”
You curl your lip, “Un-fucking-believable.” You cross your arms, and Robby swears you put them just under your breasts to push them up. Robby’s eyes dart down to your cleavage, then back up to your face, which looks somehow even more displeased. “I’m your resident, you know.”
Robby finds himself nodding. “Yeah,” he whimpers. His cock is beginning to swell in his jeans. “I know. I’m sorry, I—“
“You what? Do you even realize how inappropriate this is?” Your mocking does nothing to help the growing problem between his legs. “I could take this to—“ Your mouth snaps shut as Robby shifts, eyes wandering down to the very thing Robby’s trying to hide.
“Wait!” Robby panics, “Please I—“
He cuts himself off with a strangled moan as your hand wraps around his clothed length. You squeeze and Robby whines, his eyes squeezing shut as he attempts to preserve his rapidly diminishing dignity.
“No?” You laugh menacingly, and Robby swears he can feel your thumb brush his tip through his jeans. “Because you feel pretty fucking hard to me.”
“Sorry for what?” You’re playing with him now, like a cat and its mouse.
You purse your lips. Fuck, your hands are still squeezing his cock. “Staring at what?”
Robby’s sure he’s blushing red right now. “Your tits.”
Robby hesitates, but when you up the pressure on his erection, he gasps, “And getting hard! So hard!” A distressed sound slips out of his mouth, and his mouth falls open in pure bliss. “I can’t help it, and I-I feel so dirty for it, but you have to understand—“
“Understand what?” You lean closer, lips nearly brushing his skin as you whisper, “That you’re an old fucking pervert?”
“Yeah,” Robby whimpers. “I am.”
Then, horrifyingly, you pull your hand away. Robby’s eyes, which he hadn’t even realized were closed, pop open. He scrambles to find you, standing up and slinging your purse over your shoulder.
“I’m leaving,” you announce. “You can pay my tab.” You spare Robby not a glance as you saunter out.
Are you purposefully swinging your hips, or is Robby a bigger perv than he thought?
Robby drops his head into his hands. “Fuck,” he whispers. He really hadn’t meant to be a creep when he ran into you in this bar, but you looked so good in that low-cut top. Conversation quickly became hard (just like something else) when it felt like your cleavage was inviting him to stare. And now he’s gone and fucked it up.
Just when his sulking turns into full out wallowing, his phone dings.
Are you going to follow me or not?
Robby has never pulled his wallet out so fast, smacking a pile of bills that is definitely too much onto the bartop and stumbling out of his stool. His gait is awkward, rushed from need and stuttered from his still-hard cock. When Robby pushes the door open, you’re there, leaning against a lamppost and smirking.
“I knew you were a fucking perv,” you say, though it lacks venom. In fact, all of your mocking has lacked venom. Come to think of it… it felt a lot more like you were flirting with him, as bizarre as that may sound.
“Come on,” you turn on your heel, walking down the sidewalk. “If you’re gonna stare, the least you can do is use that fat cock of yours to fuck me.”
