Better Than Him | Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x f!resident!reader
Summary: When Robby finds out that you, his favourite resident, has a boyfriend, he starts thinking of all the ways he can treat you better than him. One night, he finally gets the chance to show you.
Warnings/tags: 18+, minors do not interact, smut, dubcon (reader is a little drunk), cheating, cheating kink, breeding kink, perv!Robby, panty sniffing, dry humping, pussy slapping, porn without plot, age gap (reader is in mid-twenties and Robby is late 40s/early 50s), mean loser boyfriend, power imbalance, inappropriate workplace relationship, power dynamic, drinking, praise kink, slight degradation kink, tipsy!reader, mention of masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, mention of violence (very very brief), pet names (he calls you special girl, good girl, pretty girl, and sweet girl), no use of y/n,
Word Count: 5,113
Author’s note: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ve got perv Robby on my mind and I have no complaints. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!
From the second you stepped foot into PTMC, Robby had set his sights on you. Not only were you the best resident he’d ever seen, energetic, eager, and hardworking, but you were just his type. The first time he saw you, he froze in place and did a double take. Fuck, you were absolutely stunning. Curves in all the right places, pretty face, and those eyes, doe-eyed and innocent. It didn’t take long for him to become obsessed with you.
It started off as an innocent little crush. Robby kept telling himself that it was just a crush because that’s all it could ever be. He was older than you, much older than you and he was your attending. For a while, that worked for him. Sure, he would constantly steal glances at you and his eyes would drift down your body every time you walked away from him, but he kept it professional or at least tried to. He took his time teaching you the ropes of emergency medicine; how to stay calm in the chaos, talk family members through difficult decisions, and work efficiently. You were a fast learner and you quickly became his favourite resident- not just because he wanted you but also because you were damn good at your job.
Over the next few months, Robby’s crush turned into obsession. Every minute spent with you tested him. It was truly pathetic how turned on he would get just by watching you. It was honestly unfair for him because somehow, you looked better every day. All the very normal things you did set him off. The way your lips wrapped around your straw as you sipped from your water bottle, put your hair up in a ponytail, and his favourite, when you bent down to tie your shoelaces. Robby would purposely start talking to you whenever you were tying your shoelaces because he liked seeing you on your knees looking up at him. It took every ounce of self control he had not to grab you by your ponytail and shove your face into his crotch to feel his hardening cock. You had him rushing to the bathroom every time your body innocently came into contact with him. He would desperately fuck his fist, cumming messily all over his hand in a pathetic attempt to curb his desire for you. The age gap and power balance would’ve kept any good man from even thinking about you. But luckily for him, Robby wasn’t a good man.
Imagine Robby’s initial disappointment when he found out that you had a boyfriend. Normally, he didn’t pay attention to the workplace gossip but when he heard Princess and Perlah talking about you, he discreetly moved closer to where they were sitting at the counter.
“Did you see that her boyfriend dropped her off this morning?” Princess asked.
“Wow, I guess she found a good one,” Perlah said with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah. She said that they’ve been together for four years-”
“Alright, back to work ladies,” Dana called out, interrupting their gossip session. She glanced over at Robby who was pretending to check something on the computer. “You too Robby.”
Robby’s ears and neck turned red as he cast a dumbfounded look at Dana. “I wasn’t doing anything,” he shook his head.
“Sure,” Dana chuckled.
Now, imagine Robby’s surprise when he found out that your boyfriend wasn’t as good as everyone thought he was. Your boyfriend was a loser. He sold his car to buy a new gaming set up and the only reason he drove to you work was because it was your car he was driving. Your boyfriend didn’t like to have sex with you because you were too hard to please. Instead, he’d watch porn and jerk off to women who looked nothing like you. Your boyfriend never liked talking about having a future with you. Although you’d been together for four years, the topic of engagement and eventually having kids never came up. Your boyfriend didn’t cook, clean, and the only contributions he made to rent were the few hundred dollars he was sent by his parents. Even with your busy schedule and long hours as a resident, you were the one doing the cooking and cleaning.
Every time Robby heard you complain about your deadbeat boyfriend, he would fantasize about all the ways he would treat you better. For starters, Robby would never let you clean or cook. He would hire a housekeeper to keep the house tidy and he would cook whatever you wanted. As the chief of emergency medicine at PTMC, Robby made more than enough money to buy you whatever your heart desired. You wanted a car? He’d take you to the dealership. You wanted to go on a shopping spree? He’d give you his American Express Centurion Card. You wanted to go on a vacation? He’d buy first class tickets and book the nicest hotel in the city. But most of all, Robby would fuck you until you couldn’t walk properly the next day. He would rather die than let you go to sleep unsatisfied. Robby nearly choked on his protein bar when he eavesdropped on you telling Trinity that your boyfriend hated eating you out. Anger surged through his body at the thought of your idiot boyfriend neglecting you like that. Any real man, like himself, loved to eat pussy. There were few things Robby liked than having a woman sit on his face or have his face between a woman’s thighs. He loved to eat and he had been dreaming of eating you out for months. It disgusted Robby that your boyfriend jerked off to other women when he’d been fucking his fist nearly every day thinking of you. And the fact that your boyfriend didn’t like talking about the future with you? That made Robby want to wring your boyfriend’s neck. He constantly thought of a future with you.
Robby’s brain short circuited the day he overheard you complaining to McKay about how you wanted to have a baby:
“We’ve been together for four years and I’m not getting any younger. That’s just a biological fact. I don’t want to have a baby now but eventually I do-”
All the blood rushed to Robby’s cock when you said that. The thought of you pregnant, your swollen round belly and huge breasts, fuck, he would definitely jerk off thinking about that when he got home.
“Did you talk to your boyfriend about it?” McKay asked.
“No,” you sighed.
“Why not?”
“He spends more time playing video games than talking to me….maybe I should just freeze my eggs or something.”
“You could always use a sperm donor," McKay suggested.
A sperm donor? No, that wouldn’t be good enough for you. Robby was determined not to let that happen. He loved thinking of getting you pregnant with his child. A baby would tie you to him forever. Would having a baby during your residency fuck up your very promising career? Sure, but fuck, the thought of fucking a baby into you, filling you up with his cum, and watching your body grow his baby made him feel weak in the knees. Just the thought of everyone knowing you let him, a dirty, perverted, and much older man not only fuck you but pump you so full of his cum that you ended up pregnant made him feel deliriously turned on. He wanted to put a fucking rock on your finger and a baby in your belly so everyone would know that you belonged to him.
One night, Robby finally got his chance.
It was after a long and difficult day. The day shift decided to go out for drinks at a bar across the street. Normally, Robby never went to staff outings, he preferred drinking beer in the park but when he saw you were coming along, he was more than eager to come. The entire time you were at the bar, Robby’s eyes were shamelessly locked on you. His heart pounded with excitement when you started taking shots with Trinity. With each shot you took, your giggles got louder, you started getting tipsier, and his cock got harder.
He waited patiently for everyone else to start leaving and when Trinity was about to get you in an Uber with her, he swooped in and offered to drive you home. You accepted his offer, thinking about how lucky you were to have such a caring attending. You leaned back against the headrest of Robby’s car while he followed the directions on his GPS to your apartment. What should’ve been a twenty minute drive was more like ten minutes because of how fast Robby was driving. He couldn’t wait to get into your apartment and show you how much he wanted you.
You held onto his arm the entire walk up to your apartment. He loved the feeling of your fingers gripping onto his bicep as he helped you upstairs. When you didn’t react when his hand slipped down from your lower back to your ass, he knew you were just where he wanted you. You were just drunk enough that your inhibitions were lowered but still sober enough that you were lucid.
“Is it okay if I come in for a glass of water?” Robby asked. He cleared his throat and pretended to cough.
“Yeah, of course,” you nodded. Giving him some water was the least you could do after he so graciously drove you home. You unlocked the door and let him inside.
“Nice place,” he lied. As he expected, your apartment was small, messy, cramped, and overall in bad condition. He couldn’t wait for the day he would move you into his house.
“Sorry, my boyfriend was supposed to clean up,” you apologized.
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
“He’s probably on his way home from work,” you shrugged as you walked to the kitchen and poured Robby a glass of water.
“How are things going between you?”
You sat down on the lumpy couch and sighed. “Honestly, it feels like I’m living with a stranger. He barely talks to me because he’d rather be playing video games or going out for drinks with his friends. I can’t remember the last time we had sex-” you froze and your eyes widened with horror. You couldn’t believe you just said that to your attending. You slowly looked over at Robby, expecting him to lecture you on how inappropriate that comment was or leave right away.
But Robby didn’t do any of that. He sat down on the couch next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. It had been so long since a man touched you, heat surged through your entire body and you felt yourself getting wet. Your thighs weren’t exactly tiny but his hand was large enough that it covered your entire leg. You couldn’t help but wonder how those long fingers would feel inside of you.
“Well that’s just not right,” Robby said, shaking his head. “A girl like you should be loved and adored. Any real man would be able to see how special you are.”
You could feel heat spread across your cheeks when hearing him say those words. “Really?” you asked in a soft voice.
“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be living in a place like this. You deserve so much better. You should stop wasting your time with that boy. You need a real man.” As he spoke, his hand moved up and down your thigh, gently stroking it before he started moving closer to your inner thigh, making your pussy clench around nothing.
“A real man?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Someone to take care of you. I bet he can’t make you feel good. Does he make you feel good?”
“No,” you shook your head.
“I could make you feel so good,” he said, staring down into your glassy eyes. His hand slowly moved between your thighs and you gasped at the contact. He let out a low groan as he felt how wet you were, even through your scrubs and panties, he could feel that you were absolutely soaked.
“W-what are you doing Robby?” you stuttered but didn’t move away.
“I wanna take care of you. Will you let me do that?”
You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, his soft gentle voice, or the way his thumb pressed against your clit while his fingers dragged up and down your clothed pussy, the delicious friction making you squeeze your thighs together, but before you could think, you were nodding your head, “Yes.”
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Robby. He gave you the attention you so greatly desired and craved that your boyfriend has neglected to give you. It wasn’t lost on you how Robby’s eyes would follow you all day around the E.D. He was always so attentive to your needs. Always there to lend a helping hand, make sure you ate, keeping you company during your breaks. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that Robby was right; he would treat you so much better than your boyfriend.
“Good girl,” he smiled. Robby knew the effect his soft tone and sweet words had on you. It wasn’t lost on him how your thighs pressed together whenever he praised you at work. Sure, you didn’t know the alarming extent of how he would think about you, fantasize about you, but you didn’t need to know that. All you needed to know was that he wanted you.
Robby leaned in, gently grabbed your chin with one hand, and stroked your cheek with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you. You instinctively leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and giving in. The kiss started off slow, like he was savouring every moment, trying to remember it forever. But his urges for you quickly took over and the kisses turned hungry, desperate for more of you. He bit your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let out a soft moan, letting his tongue enter your mouth. The feeling of his warm hands touching your body, grabbing and squeezing your breasts while gently biting on your neck, combined with the buzz from all the shots you had at the bar made you feel like you were floating. Every touch from him sent shivers down your spine in a way you’d never experienced before.
“Robby,” you moaned, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck.
“Michael-” he said in a strained voice. He was trying so hard to be gentle with you but fuck, all those pretty sounds you were making made it very hard for him. “Call me Michael.”
“Michael,” you moaned.
With his strong arms and tight grip on your hips, he lifted you up and placed you on his lap. Your thighs were spread out on either side of his hips. Even through his clothes, you could feel how big he was. The friction of his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt made your hips instinctively grind down against him.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Use me,” Michael said. His chest moved up and down with heavy breaths as he let you take over.
You quickly pulled off your scrub top and lace bra, throwing it to the ground before you draped your arms around his neck and started riding him. “Feels so good,” you gasped. You kept rolling your hips into him; the friction of his hard throbbing rubbing against your wet pussy and clothing against your clit felt so good.
“Fuck,” he let out a low hiss as he took in the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down. He buried his face in your breasts, sucking on your soft skin. He gently bit down on your skin and then soothed the spot by licking it.
It had been so long since you had a man touching your body, someone who wanted you like this that it didn’t take long for you to reach your first orgasm. You started messily grinding down on him, mouth open, letting your moans spill out as you felt the tightening in your lower stomach reach its climax. “Oh oh fuck!” you cried out, letting your head fall on his shoulder.
Michael’s pupils dilated as he watched you come down from your orgasm. You looked so pretty with your mouth hung open, eyes rolling back, and chest moving up and down. He couldn’t wait to see how you looked when he fucked you. But first, he needed to taste you. He gently lifted you off of him and laid you down on the couch. Your head was laying on the armrest.
“Let’s take these off.” Michael pulled down your scrub pants until you were just in your underwear. “Spread your legs open for me.”
You obeyed.
He rested himself between your legs on the couch and before you could react, he put his nose right over your clothed pussy and took a deep whiff, moaning as he smelled you. You felt your pussy clench as his moan vibrated through the fabric.
“Robby- I mean, Michael, what are you doing?” you asked. You were flustered and you could feel heat spreading across your face. You did know what he was doing but you didn’t know why. Your boyfriend never went down on you because he got grossed out by it, which in turn, made you feel ashamed.
You tried to get up and close your legs but he placed his large hands on your thighs, keeping them spread open. “Keep them open. I wanna taste you,” he said. He closed his eyes, burying his face into your pussy and deeply inhaling your sweet musky scent.
Your legs squirmed against his grip as he pushed his nose into the folds, going up and down against the now wet fabric. He moved his hand to grip your hips, pushing your pussy into his face as he ran his tongue down your pussy, tasting you through the fabric. “Ah- oh my god,” you gasped, your voice and thighs trembling at the sensation.
“So fucking sweet, even better than I imagined,” he groaned. That turned you on more than it should’ve. The sounds that were coming out of Michael, all the low groans, hisses, and moans were pornographic. You’d never heard anything sexier and you couldn’t believe that the reason for those moans was the smell of your pussy.
Your taste was like a drug and Michael was fiending for more. He pulled off your panties, bunched the fabric together in his hand and deeply inhaled. With his eyes locked on yours, he unfolded them and licked the gusset while touching his cock through his pants. His eyes closed as he tasted your sweet arousal. Your mouth hung open as you stared at him in awe for a few seconds before you felt a desperate, aching need for him to be between your thighs again. “Michael, please,” you whined.
“Oh what’s the matter, sweet girl? You want some attention?” he teased.
“Yes,” you nodded frantically.
“Say please.”
“Please, Michael, I need you,” you begged.
“Alright,” he said with a smile, “anything for my special girl.” He loved how needy you were getting for him. Without wasting another second, he leaned down, face buried in your pussy as he licked up and down your folds. His nose bumped against your clit, making your eyes roll back. He licked, sucked, and slurped your pussy like a man starved, like his sole purpose in life was to taste you.
“Oh fuck!” Your entire body writhed against him, hungry for more as your grip on his hair tightened and your hips rolled into his face.
“How does that feel?” he asked, looking up at you through your spread thighs. His hair was messy, his pupils were blown, and your juices dripped down his chin.
“So good,” you gasped, propping up your elbows to look at him, “please don’t stop.”
He let out a low chuckle that vibrated into your pussy before he dove back in. His tongue ran up and down your folds and swirled into your pussy while his nose pressed into your sensitive clit, causing a toe curling sensation. You could feel tightness building up in your lower stomach again; your second orgasm coming fast.
“Yeah? You like that, my dirty slut?” Michael chuckled. He pulled his tongue back and slapped your pussy a few times, the sound of his fingers slapping against your wetness echoed across the living room. The pressure from his slaps, the tips of his finger hitting your clit felt so good.
“Oh fuck yes!” you cried out. Your legs were shaking and you could feel yourself getting close. His tongue went back inside of you, moving around your gummy walls. He kept his nose pressed against your clit as your pussy clenched around his tongue. Your vision went blurry and you were thrusting your hips further into his face, covering him with your juices as you came all over him.
“That’s it, cum for me,” Michael nodded. He rutted into the couch, trying to relieve his aching cock, desperate for some friction while your hands squeezed his hair, hard. He kept licking and sucking you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“Oh my god. I’ve never experienced that before,” you sighed. Your voice and breaths were still shaky from your intense orgasm.
“I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl,” Michael laughed softly. He stood up from the couch and hooked one arm under your waist.
“Michael!” you gasped when he lifted you up bridal style. You looked up at his face. His beard was covered in your slick, his hair messy, and his lips were swollen.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked, looking down at you.
“There,” you pointed. You knew what was coming next and as much as you were excited, there was a small part of you that felt guilty. You had just cheated on your boyfriend and now you were about to get fucked by your boss in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. The boyfriend you’d been with for the past few years, the only man you’d ever been with until now.
“Are you okay?” Michael asked, noticing your absent gaze.
“It’s just that my boyfriend will be home soon…”
“If you want me to leave, I’ll go,” Michael said. He tried his best to sound genuine but the thought of leaving without getting to fuck you was enough to make him break down. He knew it was pathetic but he had been waiting so long for this moment. The thought of your boyfriend walking in on him fucking you excited him almost as much as the idea of fucking you. He wanted your boyfriend to see how much better he was. Robby wasn’t a good man, not by a long shot with all the disgusting thoughts he had about you. But he was certain about one thing, he could and would treat you better than your boyfriend did.
You looked at the door and then back at Michael. All the months of neglect from your boyfriend played over in your mind. The way he ignored you, played his video games, and jerked off to other women. Then you thought of Michael, the man who had been so attentive and caring to you. The man who just made you orgasm and cum more times in an hour than you had in your entire life. Your heart wanted Michael to leave but the heat between your thighs that ached to be filled wanted him to stay.
You listened to your pussy. “Stay. I want you to stay,” you said decisively.
“Then I’ll stay,” he smiled, kissing you tenderly on the lips before he carried you into your bedroom.
Michael gently placed you on the edge of the bed and stepped back to take his clothes off. First, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and round belly. Then he took off his pants and boxers. Your eyes widened and your jaw hung open when your eyes moved down his happy trail all the way to his thick cock dripping with pre-cum. “It’s so big!” you gasped.
“I know, sweet girl. But you can take it,” he said.
Your feet were planted on the mattress and your thighs were spread open. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him step towards you. “Okay,” you nodded.
“Good girl.” Michael lined his tip up with your entrance and started teasingly sliding his cock up and down your glistening folds.
“Please, Michael,” you pleaded, looking up into his eyes with that desperate puppy eyed look he loved.
“Such a dirty little slut. You want my cock?” he asked in a slightly mocking tone. He wanted it even more than you did but hearing your pleas was making this even hotter for him.
“Yes, please!” you nodded frantically.
Without wasting another second, Michael thrusted his hips forward, slowly pushing his cock inside until his full length was inside of you. Your breath sucked in as you felt your tight walls stretching around his girth.
“Oh my god!” you cried out, arching your back as your hands gripped your bedsheets. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and you dug your heels into the curve of his ass.
“Fuck, you're so tight for me. Feels so fucking good,” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hips. He pushed his length into you as deep as he could before slowly gliding back out and slamming back in.
“Yes, oh feels so good!” you moaned as his cock was buried inside you. You could barely catch your breath, every time your mouth opened loud moans escaped from your lips. Each time he pulled out of you and then slammed back in, hitting your cervix was absolutely euphoric. You’d never felt so full before.
“You’re taking my big cock so well, sweet girl,” he cooed. He watched his bulge move up and down your abdomen as he thrust into you, loving the fact that he was getting that deep inside of you.
You were in such a cock-drunk state of mindless pleasure that you didn’t even notice that your boyfriend had entered the apartment but Michael did. Upon the unmistakable sound of sex, your boyfriend had walked towards the bedroom and was standing in the doorway. As soon as Michael heard your boyfriend coming to the bedroom, he started fucking you even more ferociously, moving his hips with a carnal desire for you and the urge to prove that he was better than your boyfriend.
Your boyfriend stood frozen in the doorway. His jaw on the ground and his eyes nearly popping out of his head. In the four years he’d been with you, he had never seen you like this. The obscene sound of Michael’s balls slapping against your ass combined with his cock thrusting in and out of your wet swollen squelching pussy was filling the room. In a way, it was mesmerizing, the way your breasts moved up and down, your back was arched, and sweat beaded down your forehead. Your boyfriend had never made you react like that before. His breath got caught in his throat when he laid eyes on the bulge of Michael’s cock moving in your lower stomach. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you let out loud sounds that your boyfriend didn’t even know you could make.
“Tell me I’m better than your boyfriend,” Michael grunted, glancing at your boyfriend with a sick smile. The entire situation was turning him on much more than it should.
“You’re so much better than him, Michael!” you cried out, still ignorant to the fact that your boyfriend was watching you.
“Are you gonna let me cum inside of you?” Michael asked, groaning as your walls tightened around his cock. He started rubbing circles on your swollen clit, pushing you to give him the answer he wanted.
“Cum inside me!” Overwhelming sensations of white hot pleasure were coursing through your entire body and your body started shaking. You felt tightness building up in your abdomen, your third orgasm coming fast.
“Yeah? You want me to put a baby inside you? Pump you full of my cum so everyone can see what a dirty slut you are? You’re gonna let everyone see that you let an old man fuck you?”
As much as you loved to hear him be sweet to you, it turned you on even more to hear him degrade you. Every time he called you a dirty slut, your pussy clenched and he could feel how much you liked it. “Mhmm yes! I wanna have your baby!”
“Turn your head to the right, pretty girl,” Michael commanded. His thrusts became quick and messier; right on the edge of cumming.
You obediently turned your head to the right and your eyes popped wide open when you saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway. The look on his face, so full of shock and sadness, made your heart drop to your stomach but at the same time, your pussy clenched around Michael. You opened your mouth to say something but the only sounds that came out were moans. You wanted to stop and say something to your boyfriend- well probably ex-boyfriend now but you couldn’t stop.
The tightness in your lower abdomen finally snapped as your orgasm rocked through your convulsing body. Pleasure surged through your core all the way down to your legs and toes. “Oh Michael!” you cried. Your walls clamped down on him hard as you came all over his cock.
The feeling of your tight pussy choking his cock pushed him over the edge. With a few more messy thrusts into you, Michael threw his head back, moaning your name as he spilled his load into you. You felt your pussy fill up with his thick hot ropes of cum, leaking from the sides onto the bedsheets. “You’re all mine now,” Michael said, his voice filled with authority and possessiveness as he looked over at your loser boyfriend.
Dividers by: @robinavitchslut
A/N: if anyone has ideas for what they would like to see in part 2, pls send me a request!
