Pervy!Robby who‘s had his eyes on his younger!student since you’d begun your rotation at PTMC.
Pervy!Robby who not-so-subtly took you under his wing, purposefully avoided partnering you up with any of the younger, age-appropriate students, keeping you tucked into his side, glaring possessively any time one of those boys spoke to you.
Pervy!Robby who finds any reason to touch you. Brushing hair out of your face while you focus. Hand at the small of your back, guiding you through the halls. Sitting beside you, every inch of him glued to your side while he goes over charts with you in the quiet of the stairwell. Lips brushing your ear when he leans in to speak onlt to you.
Pervy!Robby who stood unnecessarily close when he walks you through any surgical technique, hardness pressed against your ass while huge hands guided yours, rough voice whispering, “Nice and slow, just like that, good girl.” in your ear.
Pervy!Robby who orders extra lunch, insisting you help yourself because ‘you’re working too hard, need to eat, can’t let that pretty young body wear itself down’.
Pervy!Robby who caught on to your oral fixation almost immediately. Always chewing on your finger or pen, wide eyes lost in thought. He begins carrying little candies and mints that he dishes out when he sees you—most of the time in reward for not shying away when he touches you—relishing in the way it makes your breathe all minty or sweet when he’s near, knowing you like your little treats.
Pervy!Robby who catches you trying to uber home after a long shift, insisting he give you a ride because ‘an uber this time of night would bankrupt a student’, he’s just being nice.
Pervy!Robby who completely ignores your directions to your apartment, smiling at your confused face but you remain silent as he takes the familiar route back to his home. Robby was so nice to you, he would never hurt you, you knew that.
Pervy!Robby who parks you on his couch, returning with some snacks before settling right beside you, arm slug around your shoulders while you mindlessly watch tv with your attending.
Pervy!Robby who watches you nervously chew on your finger, eyes flickering from the tv to Robby, and back again like he couldn’t see you. Robby reached out, brushing your lips before replacing your finger with his own. Smiling at the confused look of awe on your face yet obediently sucking at the thicker digit, tongue curling around it.
Pervy!Robby who unbuckles his belt, pops open his jeans before burying his fingers in your hair, gently and firmly guiding you to settle your head in his lap, hard cock poking at your cheek while he pretends to turn his attention back to the show on tv.
Pervy!Robby who praised you the same way he did in the Pitt when hesitant lips wrapped around his weeping tip, tongue licking up pre-cum, suckling at his cock like it was your thumb, “good girl, just like that…my perfect girl…”
Pervy!Robby who shakes his head disapprovingly when he sees the dating pool being set up, rumor mill working on hyperdrive seeing you return to work after the weekend, marks covering your neck.
Pervy!Robby who scolds his crew for being ‘invasive and nosy’, but quietly makes a bet of his own, “Dr.R—$50—a week”
some nasty good old supply closet nasty sex with robby and med student!reader I’m sorry but this has been on my mind and fuck it we ball I need a controversial age gap with that man🙏
Combining this with another ask I got for mean dom!robby :)))
~honestly might make this storyline a series???? thoughts?
MDNI!!!! 18+!!!! this is smut!!!!!!
warnings: rough sex, choking, degradation, age gap, power imbalance
He knows it's wrong. The stolen glances, suggestive texts, and late night booty calls that started after Dana's annual staff holiday party a few months back.
He knows 25 is too young. And that as a third year med student, all wide-eyed and eager to please, you're easy to take advantage of.
But you're the one who started this, he keeps telling himself. You're the one who sucks him in each time he tries to end it, with those pouty lips and big, watery eyes.
You're the reason he's on his 5th cup of coffee today, after being kept up all night. He had tried to end things, yet again. Or at least, he had said the words-knowing deep down he didn't mean them.
"I'm too old for you, kid," he had said, as if he didn't already greet you with a kiss and finger you on the kitchen counter upon your arrival. "And you're my student. It's not right."
"Uh huh," is all you responded, dropping to your knees and licking up his cock. Robby tried to continue, but the moment your mouth wrapped around his tip, all he could think of is what a perfect angel you are.
"You don't actually want to stop," you said to him later, the two of you laying in his bed. "You just think it's the right thing to do."
"I know it's the right thing to do," he responded, voice pained. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. "You're my student. And you're too young. I'll ruin your innocence."
"I'm moving onto my ortho rotation in three weeks anyway," you replied, wrapping an arm around his waist. Robby kissed the side of your mouth, half-hearted as he listened. "Besides, we both know I'm not innocent."
Robby hummed, taking in your words as you kiss his neck. He melted beneath your touch, raising an eyebrow when you brought his fingers to your mouth and sucked on them.
"You're gonna fucking kill me, kid," his jaw tightened as you threw your leg over his hip, grinding against his hardening cock. Your face was centimeters from his, breath hot and lips trembling as he leaned in to kiss you. His kiss was desperate and hungry, tongue grazing over yours as he pulled you on top of him.
"See?" you whispered, pulling back for air. "You can't resist me."
"I can't," he conceded, mouthing at your neck. "But I really fucking should."
"Has the fact that we're fucking ever interfered with either of us providing the best quality of patient care?" you asked, causing him to throw his head back on the pillow with a groan.
"Of course not," he answered confidently, clearly a bit annoyed by your line of questioning.
"So we're fine," you had smiled, hips rolling over his.
He couldn't muster the conviction to disagree, your lips swollen and pouty, your dripping pussy gliding along his cock. Instead, he grunted, pulling you into a nasty kiss, urging you to sink down on him.
"My good girl," he whispered. "Such a pretty little angel."
Once you both came, you cozied up to each other, breaths irregular and skin sticky. He sighed, cloaked in shame and guilt as he watched you sleep peacefully in his arms.
So watching you this morning, chipper as all hell, hair somewhat sloppily pulled back, he couldn't help but feel his jaw clench.
And when he watched you laugh a little too hard at one of Langdon's comments, eyes instantly searching for his to see if he noticed, his shoulders tensed.
It felt as if you spent your day trying to rile him up. Little touches on the arm, bending over to pick something up right as he walks behind you, and flashing that cocky grin to anyone you could think of to make him jealous.
By the time his shift is almost over, the Pitt surprisingly calm, Robby can feel his blood pressure spiking. Maybe it's sleep deprivation, or the devilish look in your eye as you grab Jesse's arm, but he feels like he's seconds away from going crazy.
"I need your opinion on a patient," he approaches you on a mission, hardly even giving you time to nod in agreement before heading down the hall.
You follow, like you always do with him, eager to please and be seen. When you turn the corner, away from the wandering eyes of the nurses and other doctors, Robby stops, chuckling a bit as you bump into his chest.
"You're like a fucking brick wall," you tease, looking up to see no hint of humor behind his eyes. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ears, tilting his head, effectively making you melt. "Well hi."
"Hi," he parrots tenderly, his expression suddenly darkening. "Get in the supply room."
"I'm sorry?" you don't believe the words. Especially coming from Robby, who's always so careful not to be seen giving you any additional attention. This is the same man who intentionally sticks you with residents so he doesn't have to interact with you as much.
"You heard me," he raises his eyebrow, looming over you. You let out a gasp when he grabs your wrist. "Get in the fucking supply room."
You'd obey even if he wasn't your superior, a curious glimmer in your eyes as he locks the door behind you, double checking it's secure. Robby drags you over to the corner, pressing you against the wall and crashing his lips onto yours, hot and dirty.
"Do you think it's funny?" he pulls back when you giggle into his kiss, strong hand gripping your jaw, thumb dipping into your mouth. You shake your head, feeling your knees buckle. "Good. It's fucking not. You're being a brat."
"I'm sorry," you stop sucking on his thumb enough to croak out, watching in awe as he pulls your scrubs and panties down with one hand. "Michael-"
"It's Dr. Robby to you," he responds through gritted teeth, turning you around so you're folded against an empty table. He pulls his own scrubs down just enough to free his cock, slides through your entrance to make sure you're wet enough - of course you are. You always are with him.
"Dr. Robby, please," you whimper as he pushes into you, his hand covering your mouth, his beard scratching your shoulder. "Fuck, s-slow."
"Oh poor baby," he mocks, hips moving at a medium pace, holding you against him. "Didn't warm you up like I usually do, yeah? Is that it?"
"Please," you whimper, the discomfort quickly turning to pleasure as you repeat your plea, rutting back against him.
"Please what?" he demands, voice low and gruff as he ruts into you mercilessly. "Oh, now does my little slut want more? Is that it?"
All you can do is nod, a pathetic whine muffled by his big strong hand. He pushes his fingers into your mouth, leaning forward and mouthing at the nape of your neck.
"Such a good girl," he praises, feeling you smile against him. It's almost enough to make him go easy on you. Almost. "But you were bad all day, yeah? Trying to make me jealous?"
"N-no I wasn't"
"Oh please," he tuts, hand snaking down around your throat the way you like. "Do you think I'm stupid? That I don't see your little game?"
Biting your lip, you grin, a surge of courage overtaking you.
"Maybe," you retort, eyes rolling back when he squeezes your neck, head spinning at the feeling. You let out a pathetic squeak, a tear falling out of the corner of your eye as he speeds up his thrusts, other hand going down to rub sloppy circles on your clit.
"Wanna try that again?" he taunts, pausing his movements and chuckling to himself darkly at your whines. You nod, desperate to chase the feeling. "Go ahead, fucking brat. One more chance."
"I-I just wanted you to remember that you want me," you admit with a hiccup, voice shaky. Maybe it's too vulnerable for the situation-scrub pants around your ankles, saline bags and scalpels littering the room.
But you can't bring yourself to care about anything but him.
He seems to like this answer, a low growl escaping from his chest, thrusts growing sloppy. His grip on you tightens, and you can feel him spill into you, a muffled groan releasing with it.
He pulls out of you, turning you to face him, mouth against yours. He licks your tongue, broadly and sloppily, two fingers pushing into your throbbing hole.
"You think you deserve to cum?" he questions, forehead pressed against yours. You nod pathetically, whimpering as his thumb circles your clit, the room filled with heavy breathing, whimpering, and the filthy squelching of his fingers moving inside of your ruined pussy.
"Use your fucking words," he raises an eyebrow, his free hand gripping your chin and forcing your mouth open. He spits in it, watching in awe as you swallow happily, legs buckling against his touch. "Do. you. deserve. it?"
"I do," you whine. "Please, please I do."
He says nothing for a moment, playing you like a fiddle, watching with a smirk as you struggle to hold back your orgasm.
"Fine," he finally says, curling his fingers even deeper and tugging your hair back to force eye contact. "Cum for me like the desperate little slut you are."
His harsh words contrasted with the tenderness in his eyes is enough to make you fall apart, legs shaking around his hand, dripping down your thighs. He tuts in approval, bringing his finger up to your lips and kissing your forehead as you taste the mix of your fluids.
He catches his breath, shaking his head as he pulls his scrubs back on, delicately helping you with your own. Robby's arms slink around your waist, chin on your shoulder, a soft kiss on your cheek.
"You like that?" he asks, grinning when you nod enthusiastically.
"Quite unexpected," you muster up.
"You were winding me up all day," he shrugs, kissing your lips. His eyes meet yours, a sudden seriousness to them as he pulls you into a hug. "But you're so good for me when it counts."
dr robby and medical kink i need religiously!!! having her legs propped up all open for him to see and he’s torturing and teasing her. with gloves on of course. i do think he uses toys aswell
OH MY GOSH OH MY GAWQWWWWWDHEIXEJXHAOZBWOZBWJ YOUR MIND OMGGG SEND MORE THOTS IN!!!!! I’m starving for moreeee
Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut! Y’all know me -> THE GLASSES STAY ON! Use of dildo, roleplaying doctor/patient, humiliation kink (not a lot but he mocks reader from time to time heheeeee), sex in on call room, p in v, kind of infidelity (but not really ITS JUST ROLEPLAY) finger sucking, breeding (cause let’s be real he won’t pull out), a little impregnating kink from Robby—oops English isn’t my first language<3
“On-call room. Now.”
Robby opens the text immediately, glancing around to see if anyone’s looking at him before he bolts toward the room. He manages to get inside without anyone noticing him.
“Dr. Robby…” he finds you sitting on the small bed, scrubs discarded on the shelves, and you are wearing… a gown? A patient’s gown?
“What’s going on?” He asks, eyes eating up the exposed skin of your thighs when you slowly bunch the cheap fabric around your waist, “What are you doing?”
“Lock the door, Dr. Robby,” you uncross your legs slowly, biting your lip as soon as you hear the clicking of the lock, “You should give your patients more privacy, that’ll make your satisfaction scores higher.”
“A patient? Is that what you are today?” He smirks, catching up on your game pretty quickly. Robby nods, faking understanding as he steps closer, towering over you, “Well then, what brings you here today, Ms…”
“Mrs. Actually,” you untie the strings of the gown, stripping yourself off before dropping the fabric on the floor, “Mrs. Robinavitch.”
“Lucky guy, Mr. Robinavitch I mean,” he hums, cupping your jaw to tilt your head up, “So, what is it? Are you hurt, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” you nod bashfully, leaning back on your elbows as you open your chest more to Robby’s greedy eyes, slowly spreading your legs with a soft pout, “It hurts, doctor. I tried everything, but I can’t get it inside.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” he coos, kneeling between your thighs and pulling out a pair of gloves from the pocket of his jacket, “Where does it hurt? Gotta show me or I can’t help you.”
“Here,” you grab his gloved hand, guiding it from your chest down to your core, pressing his fingers over the damp spot on your underwear, “Make it go away, sir?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” with his free hand, he takes his glasses out and puts them, making you gasp softly and try to squeeze your thighs together. He huffs out a laugh, the feeling of his cold plastic gloves on your heated skin makes you tremble a little, “Now, what can’t you get inside there, Mrs. Robinavitch?”
“This,” you pull out a blue dildo, large enough to hurt but not as big as what Robby is hiding under his pants — it is enough to make his eyes go wide and his brown orbs disappear, “I tried all week to get this inside me, but I only could go a bit past half of it. Whatever shall I do?”
“Well,” he is stunned, to say the least, but the way you utter the words so innocently makes his cock throb in his cargo pants. Robby smirks, pushing on your chest until you are lying on your back before he grabs your legs and rests your knees on his shoulders, “We can’t have that, can we? We should start by stretching you out, what do you say? Open up the muscles a bit?”
“Anything, doctor,” you whine, biting the inside of your cheek so you don’t break character, “Please, help a poor woman. I wanna satisfy my husband—“
“Tsk tsk,” he takes off your underwear, letting it dangle from one leg as he leans closer, “No small talk when I’m focusing on my patient. Let me examine you first, yeah? Didn’t get to read your medical records.”
“Of course, Doctor!” You grin at him but soon you are gaping at how hot he looks while he slowly pushes your lips aside by his thumbs, humming approvingly — as if he hasn’t dived between them a million times already.
“Such a pretty pussy you got, Mrs. Robinavitch,” he mutters, his chest heaving with anticipation as he drags his gloved fingers over your labia, slowly parting them before he makes a ‘tsk’ sound again, frowning a bit before his eyes meet yours in disappointment, “You’re all soaked through, how cute.”
You bit down your lip so hard when he leans down to give an experimental suck on your clit, and he has the fucking audacity to hum and frown in concentration while he rubs your wet cunt with his fingers.
“Why did you want to fit that thing in you, sweetheart?” He looks at you with such a sad look as if you are his med student that has failed an exam, and it awakens something so deeply primal inside you, “This tight little cunt can’t handle it.”
“That’s why I’m here, Dr. Robby,” you mumble the words as best as you can, throwing your head back when he prods you open with those damn blue gloves, leaning in to lick a quick yet firm strip from your entrance up to your throbbing clit.
“You want me to stretch you out, is that?” He grabs the dildo, acting as if he hasn’t used it on you for hours before he looks back at you with a mischievous smile, “What would your husband say when he finds out I have to fuck his wife with a fake plastic dick that is probably bigger than his?”
“He encouraged it!” Your voice comes out in a shriek, and Robby realizes how needy you must be to be acting like this, “He said to start with the toy and move to something bigger if you could.”
“What a thoughtful husband you got there,” he pushes the glasses back on the bridge of his nose, grabbing the dildo by the end of it before he slaps the heavy object on your aching cunt a few times, dragging the tip of it between your folds before he nudges your entrance with him, “But we don’t have something bigger here, darling.”
“Anything will be fine, Doctor!” You bite down on your knuckles when he pushes the dildo inside, slowly inching it in until he reaches the half.
You already feel full, but not stuffed enough to your liking. You know it, Robby knows it, because nothing will ever feel as huge as his cock, and he is going to make sure you take him up in your tight cunt in a few minutes.
“Is that enough, sweetheart?” He asks with such a pitiful tone it makes you clench around the toy hard. You shake your head, hands flying to hold onto his free arm, and he scoffs, “No? You want more? Greedy little thing—“
He pushes one more inch inside, and you throw your head back as it reaches deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot just right. He notices, of course he notices, and it tickles your brain when he starts chuckles in a tone you know he is making fun of you.
“I’m gonna make you come once over this stupid fucking toy, then I’ll give you something bigger to cry on, yeah?” It’s more like a statement before he starts thrusting the dildo inside you at a fast pace, making you fist the cheap itchy sheets of the bed while raising your hips to move them.
You nod mindlessly, not wanting to say a word or you’d be moaning loud enough for the entire department to hear.
It feels too good to hold yourself back, so when you are about to come you tap his arm, and he goes faster, enough for your body to go rigid for a minute, wetness dripping down from your swollen hole.
He doesn’t wait anymore, reaching down to undo his belt and pull the zipper of his cargo pants down before he pulls you to the edge of the bed with his hands under your legs, making your hips rest against his abdomen with how high he positions your thighs on his shoulders.
He grabs the pillow next to your head, placing it under your ass to make you comfortable before he lines himself up with your cunt, slamming himself inside you with an urgency he has never shown before — Robby is not a man of quickie, so it is a shock how fast he is slamming himself inside you.
You wail out at the penetration, screaming out his name in pleasure before he stuffs two of his gloved fingers in your mouth.
“Suck on them, sweetheart, busy yourself while I open you up for your husband—“ he loves how your eyes roll to the back of your head as he splits you on his fat cock, his glasses sliding down his nose, sweat beading at his hairline as he fucks you.
Then an idea pops in his head.
“Are you trying for a baby?”
Your brain short circuits, eyes widening at how breathless and needy he sounds. Too hot, too fucking sexy to handle his teasing, and now, he is the mastermind because he is too deep inside the character that he brings up this topic.
“Yes—“ you squeal when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, placing them over your clit as his pace somehow grows faster, changing his angle so he can reach deeper.
“I’m gonna make you feel better, sweetheart,” he leans down, pushing your knees to your chest and you nearly black out from the pleasure if it wasn’t for his voice to keep you attached to reality, “I’m gonna fuck a baby inside you so this you aren’t this tight, what do you say?”
You can’t say anything, he doesn’t need an answer anyway, because in mere seconds, both of you are shaking and moaning into each other’s mouths as you come; you gush around his cock while he stuffs you full of his warm cum, painting your insides white with a deep groan.
“You’re a fucking menace, wife,” he whispers before pecking your lips, gently lowering your legs, and laying you on the bed completely, “Go home, there’s only an hour left from the shift. I bet you can’t walk.”
“Whose fault is that, husband?”
“Yours, entirely yours.”
You grin at him, knowing full well he is right, and you would do it again sometime soon.
Idk if your inbox is still open but for the prompts dumbification, spit kink, praise kink PLEATHE
oh YEAH this might be the nastiest thing i've ever written
18+ NSFW, all of the above plus some spanking, degradation, hair pulling, aftercare.
"Before we actually start," Robby looks down at you as you sit on the edge of the bed, all wide-eyed and open-mouthed, fighting the urge to stick his cock in your mouth right then. "I want to say a few things."
He kneels so you're eye level, his strong hand cupping your face. You instinctively go to suck his thumb, pouting a bit when he pulls it away.
"Ah ah ah," he tuts, smirking a bit before going back to his serious face. "Not yet, eager one. I'm talking."
"Okay," you nod, reassuring him you're fully present. "I'm listening."
"You are my smartest resident," he kisses your cheek after he speaks, holding your face so you have to meet his eye line. "Okay? And I'm not just saying that because I love you. You're a fucking genius."
"I know," you nod, aware you're living up to the stereotype of self-aggrandizing doctors. "Michael, I want this. Save the sweet talk for afterward."
It had started about a week ago when you had agreed to hop on the night shift for a few days to cover some slack. Being on opposite schedules made things difficult, especially in the first month of living together, to find time.
It was no secret to you that he would indulge in porn sometimes, especially on the nights he was alone and couldn't get to the finish line without you there. It wasn't something you cared about.
In fact, you had teased him about it, begging him to show you his favorites, cackling at the redness on his face when you finally snatched his phone out of his hand.
"Amateur," you said out loud, scrolling through as he watched you with a half mortified, half amused look on his face. "Okay, boring."
"Fingering," you shrug. "None of this is exciting."
"Spanking," you wiggled your ass for good measure. "Not surprised by that one, you dirty old man."
"Watch it or you'll get one," he growled lowly.
One in particular caught your eye, your eyebrows flicking upward with intrigue. You turned the phone to show him the video.
"Interesting," is all you said, turning the phone to reveal the video, tone neutral. "Would NOT have guessed this. Considering all you do is tell me how smart I am."
"I-uh, I guess I was curious," he stumbled over his words, breathing out a sigh of relief when you tossed the phone aside and crawled back onto the bed, straddling him. "Oh? Does that do it for you too, honey?"
"I'm not sure," you shrugged, answering honestly. "It might be nice to shut my brain off for a bit."
"It is always working so damn hard," he murmured, grabbing your jaw and kissing you, all tongue and teeth.
"We should try it soon," you had offered.
Which is how you found yourself in your current position: half naked, dripping wet from an hour of making out, frustrated, and getting a lecture from your boyfriend.
"And the second you don't like something, we stop," he says firmly, and you nod. "Tell me you want this."
"You know I do," you half giggle, putting a hand behind his neck.
"Say it."
"I want this," you respond softly, eyes wide with anticipation. Robby nods, placing a kiss on your forehead, standing up again. "Let me be your dumb slut for a night."
He takes a shaky breath, looking at you again as if to gauge your eyes for any uncertainty. It's not there--just hunger, desperation, and a desire to be turned into his little toy.
"Kneel," he says gruffly, unbuttoning his pants and stepping out of them. You obey of course, scooting off the bed and onto the floor beneath him. Instinctively, you start palming him through his boxers, only for him to grab you by the hair roughly. "That desperate for me? I don't remember giving you permission to do that."
"I'm sorry," you fall into your role, small and submissive. Everything you usually aren't, except for with him.
"It's okay angel," his answer surprises you. "I know listening to directions isn't your thing, huh? Gets confusing sometimes."
You nod, squeezing your thighs together, acutely aware of the way your hole throbs when he talks down to you like this.
"Show me how sorry you are," he responds, pulling his cock out, pumping it a few times. "Go ahead. Put it in your mouth, angel."
Obliging, you lick a stripe up the bottom of his shaft, taking the hint when he tugs on your hair. Starting with his tip, you bring him between your lips, slowly taking his impressive length deeper.
"All you know how to think about is cock, huh?" he taunts you, hips rutting forward. Robby lets out a guttural noise when you gag at the intrusion. "That's my good girl, take it all."
You can tell he's getting close, the way his lower stomach contracts and his grip on your hair tightens are all the clues you need. Opening your throat, you take him further, gagging and drooling, making more noises than you probably need to.
But he's living for it.
"Alright enough," he finally snaps out of it, pulling you off of him and lifting you up by the arms. You grin at him, spit and pre-cum glossing your lips. He grabs you by the cheeks, forcing your lips apart and spits in your mouth.
Robby steps forward, his cock throbbing and red, and lovingly pets your hair. But there's a condescending look in his eye, like you're a weak baby animal.
"What exactly is it you want, huh?" he practically coos, hand slipping beneath your lacy underwear. "Do you even know what you want?"
"No," you say weakly. "I just want you."
"That's right, sweetheart," Robby's fingers circle your dripping hole, not quite pushing in, watching intently as your lip trembles. "You don't know what you want. You need me to tell you, right?"
"Uh huh," you gasp as he pushes two fingers into you, curling slowly and pressing against your walls. You can feel your legs shake, looking up at him with desperate eyes as he thumbs your clit.
"Not much to say now, huh? All of those thoughts out of that pretty little head of yours suddenly?"
Robby pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth and humming in satisfaction when you suck hungrily. He all but pushes you back onto the bed, sliding your panties down your waist and reaching under you to unhook your bra.
He wastes no time climbing on top of you, mouth meeting yours ravenously, sucking your tongue as you run your fingers through his beard. He pulls back, spitting in your mouth again, slowly letting the saliva drip down.
"You're so pretty like this," he pulls back, glancing down to admire your naked frame. "All dumb and cock drunk for me, yeah?"
"All for you," your voice is broken, softer than usual. It practically makes him growl. "Please, Michael."
He runs his hand along your cheek, and part of you prays he'll slap you-and you can see the thought crosses his mind too. But you happily accept his fingers in your mouth as he lines up with your entrance.
Pushing into you, he hovers above, elbows supporting his frame.
"You'd do anything I asked you to when you get like this," he taunts, sloppily kissing the corner of your mouth as you whine. "Look at you drooling, my mindless little whore."
As the filthy words leave his mouth, your whining grows more wretched. Robby stops his thrusts, a glimmer of mischief in his eye as he pulls out of you completely, chuckling at your pathetic noises.
He stands up and reaches into the nightstand, pulling out your vibrator. You squirm in anticipation as he tosses it down next to you, grabbing you by the hips and turning you over.
"Hands and knees," he instructs, and you oblige like always, squeaking when he lands a sharp smack on your ass. "Good girl, listening to directions. I didn't know you could do that, angel."
He grabs the little pink bullet, small but mighty, powering it on and teasing your hole before wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing it on your clit. He pushes back into you, not needing to warm you up at all, grunting at the way you clench around him.
He leans forward, pressing a kiss on your arm as he thrusts, sharp and deep, the vibrator moving in unforgiving circles on your swollen clit.
"Fuck," you whimper, clawing at the pillow beneath you, cunt seizing around him as he hits you in just the right spot. "Gonna cum."
"Oh are you now?" he slows his pace, though you can tell by the way he's growing less rhythmic that he's on his way there too. Robby nips at your shoulder, pressing harder on your clit. "My mindless little girl just wants to cum. It's all you think about, huh?"
"It's all I fucking think about," you cry out into the pillow, and he growls, satisfied at your desperation.
"Alright baby," he hisses. "Let go for me."
You feel the pent up knot sitting in your lower stomach dissipate, sending shockwaves through your system. Legs shaking, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes, you scream his name like a prayer-broken and repetitive.
He follows behind, spilling into you as his movements slow, sputtering to a stop. Tossing the vibrator aside, he languidly pulls out of you, leaning back to admire the way his spend drips from your used hole.
"Fuuuuucking hell," he whispers, almost to himself, pushing two fingers inside of you. He chuckles when you squirm. "Alright, I know, honey."
As you lay flat on your stomach, Robby puts his boxers back on, heading to grab a damp towel. He wipes you attentively, placing a gentle kiss on your lower back before he turns you over and hands you one of his shirts.
"Help me," you practically whine, head still dizzy from the intensity of the sex. He nods kindly, telling you to lift your arms before draping the fabric over your head.
"Come on," he holds his hand out. "Bathroom."
Groaning, but realizing he's right, you let him pull you up, holding you tightly against his chest. Robby presses a kiss on the top of your head, tender and loving.
He doesn't care that you don't say much, leaning against the counter and examining your face for any regret. But you're still in your own world, mind hazy and legs weak.
When you finish peeing, he helps you up, bending over to help you step into your panties. He guides you back to the bed, tucking you in and smiling sweetly when you tug on his arm as he turns.
"I'm just going to fill your Stanley," he promises, returning not even a minute later. He crawls into bed, brings the straw to your mouth, and puts it back on the nightstand. "How are you feeling, angel?"
"Really good," is all you can say. "I really like being your dumb little whore, Michael."
"Jesus," he chuckles, placing a chaste kiss to your swollen lips. "I love you so much, you know that right?"
"Mmmm."
"And you're the most brilliant doctor I've ever worked with," he runs his fingers through your hair, pulling you onto his chest. You nod up at him, a hazy smile on your face. "Okay?"
"You did great," you tell him, to which he shrugs bashfully. "Seriously. I felt so safe the whole time."
"You were," he promises. "You always are with me, angel."
Robby grins at the peaceful expression on your face as your eyes flutter closed, hand reaching for his. He kisses your wrist, closing his own eyes, hand lazily rubbing your hair.
brat tamer robby with reader who wont stop being bitchy and whiney about him not paying attention to her after hes trying to decompress at home after a rough shift…
ohhhhhhhh yeah. this is longer and dirtier than i had planned oops
18+ nsfw. rough sex, degradation, spanking, squirting, spitting, all of the good things.
You had been waiting for him all day. Desperately trying to distract yourself from the throbbing between your legs that he had caused that morning when he left you a whining, drippy mess after bringing you right to the brink.
He'd made you promise not to touch yourself, saying he'd know. You know it's not true, but that was part of the fun of your little games.
"Be a good girl while I'm gone," he said lowly in your ear, leaning over to give you another kiss goodbye. You simply whined, to which he darkly chuckled. "It'll be worth it tonight, honey."
So you went back to sleep. You went to pilates. Took a walk with a friend. Took a long shower. Grocery shopped. Made a big, complex salad. Cleaned the house a bit. All things to keep your mind off of the way his fingers felt inside of you that morning.
So when he came home and jumped directly in the shower, you thought it was odd, but sat on the bed in anticipation, stripping down to your camisole and panties.
And when he crawled into bed, kissing you gently and giving you a soft hello, you didn't think much of it. Even when he pulled out his book, slipping his glasses on, you laid next to him, waiting.
"I was really good today," you finally speak, voice soft. Robby hums, kissing your temple.
"That's great, honey," his tone is disinterested, eyes focused on the pages in front of him. You lean in, mouthing at his neck, hand rubbing circles over his tummy. "
You frown, creeping your fingers to the waistband of his boxers, lifting it ever so slightly. You run your hand over his happy trail, mouth still moving on his neck.
He just hums lazily, accepting the affection but not paying any attention to you. You take his hand in yours, toying with his fingers before putting two of them in your mouth, sucking gently for a moment.
"Enjoying yourself?" is all he asks, and you twist your lips, saying nothing. He mutters to himself, closing his book and tossing it aside. "Shit, I forgot."
Here we go, you think, furrowing your brow when he grabs the remote. "Playoffs are on."
You pout, turning over. He's too engrossed in the game to even notice, instinctively rubbing your back, thinking you're going to sleep. You sigh a little louder, feeling a bit rejected, but mostly bratty.
"You don't want to watch with me, baby?" he asks. You just grumble, shaking your head. "Hey. You alright?"
Nothing.
"What's going on, honey?" he squeezes your shoulder a bit, continuing to dance his fingers along your back. "Hey, why are you all quiet?"
Finally, you turn to face him. He's in sweet, normal Robby mode, petting your hair and looking in your eyes in concern. Wildly different from this morning, when he was spitting in your mouth calling you his good slut.
"I waited all day for you to come home and fuck me," it comes out whinier than you had planned. Robby signs, shaking his head and running a hand over his beard. "Or at least give me a little attention."
Robby rolls his eyes, jaw clenching.
"That's what this little tantrum is about?" he asks, taking his glasses off and tossing them onto the nightstand. His eyes darken, body tenses. "Huh? That you're so desperate for my cock that you can't let me just relax for 20 fucking minutes after a long shift?"
You just blink at him, biting your bottom lip. Robby chuckles darkly, shaking his head. He runs his hand down your cheek softly, gripping your chin, thumb pushing into your mouth. You suck eagerly, looking up with doe eyes.
"My needy girl," he hums, pulling you up. You straddle him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "You think you just get to throw a fit and act like a brat when I don't give you what you want right away?"
You shake your head.
"Well that's what you did, is it not?" he keeps questioning you, taking out his thumb and putting two fingers in your mouth. You gag a little at the force, his other hand tugging your hair back. "Is this what you wanted?"
You nod, humming around his digits, rutting against him. He withdraws his fingers, giving your cheek a gentle but firm slap, raising his eyebrows before grabbing you by the hips.
"Now you're just gonna try to get yourself off? Huh?" he shakes his head with a tsk tsk. You lean your head forward, kissing the junction of his shoulder, waiting for what you know comes next. "I think you know what you need to do, honey."
"Please," you start small, knowing the begging gets him off, but not ready to break down quite yet. That would come in time. "Please, I need you to touch me."
"See?" his tone is patronizing, voice dripping in faux sympathy as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "If you had just used your words, you wouldn't have to be punished."
You nod, smiling a bit when he leans forward to kiss you softly. It's his unspoken way of checking in, and you reassuringly rub his cheek.
"I wasn't going to forget about you," he promises, his normal self shining through, dominant act suddenly paused. "I just needed to decompress and watch the game."
"I know, baby," you assure him. "If you don't want to, we don't have to."
"Now I need to teach you a lesson," he speaks lowly, gravelly tone sending shivers down your spine. "About being a desperate, whiny slut."
You could cum on the spot from his words alone, leaning forward and kissing him deeper. He suckles on your tongue before pushing his own into your mouth, taking control.
"Lay across my lap," he orders, and you nod, wiggling out of your panties and laying across his thighs. One of his hands tangles in your hair, tugging deliciously. The other rubs broad circles on your bare ass, kneading every once in a while.
The first blow is never hard. He warms you up, the sting present but not overwhelming in any way. You can feel Robby hardening under your hips, each spank getting him more worked up.
"Fuck," you whimper, acutely aware of the fact that he's still watching the fucking game while he spanks your ass raw. His free hand goes to your mouth, allowing you to suck on his fingers again, them muffling the sound of each moan.
"Needed this, angel?" he asks, fingers pushing into your slick cunt without warning, pumping at an unforgiving pace as his thumb pushes on your clit. "You're fucking soaked, huh? Do I not touch you enough? Is that it?"
"No," you whine as he toys with you, the familiar heat in your stomach pooling. He can tell you're close by the way you're squirming and mewling, pussy clenching around his fingers.
You expect him to stop, to leave you teetering on the edge just to prove a point. Which is why it's shocking when he whispers lowly, fingers quickening, hitting the right spot.
"Come on, baby," he coos. "Let go for me, you wanted it so bad, let's see it."
You let out a yelp, exploding around his fingers, feeling the familiar gush between your thighs. Robby groans in response, his cock twitching under you as he continues going at a relentless pace until you feel another release threatening to spill.
"Please," you whimper, trying to squirm away, to which he uses his other hand to push down your lower back, stilling you. "M-Michael, it's too much."
He shows you mercy, pulling his fingers out, your fluids spraying on the sheets. He rubs your still red ass gently, shushing calmly. "That's my good girl."
You say nothing for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the throbbing between your legs. Robby turns the television off, tossing the remote aside.
"That what you needed?" he asks sweetly, though his words send shivers down your spine. You push yourself up, kneeling in front of him and palming him through his boxers. "To soak our fucking bed? Like a fucking whore, huh?"
You nod, mouth agape as you lean forward, taking his cock in your mouth. You suck on the tip, licking a long stripe up the underside before taking him as deep as you can.
Robby is big, it's not an easy task, but using your hand to pick up the slack, you open your throat, gagging around him.
"My good girl," he praises, hand in your hair, pushing you down but not too hard. "Taking it so well."
His hand reaches around, rubbing your clit, stomach clenching when you moan around his leaky cock. He's close, you can tell, and it's soon enough that you cum again as well, pulsing against his hand.
You bring your free hand down to cup his balls, sending him over the edge with the swirl of your tongue around his tip. You hum greedily, taking every last drop, pulling off of him with a cock drunk grin.
"Fucking hell," he throws his head back, cheeks and neck red. You swallow happily, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He makes a satisfactory noise. "I love you."
"I think we need to sleep in the guest room tonight," you blush, motioning to the soaked sheets. Robby nods, chuckling, giving you another passionate kiss. "I'm sorry I was a brat."
"No you're not," he chides, a smirk on his face as you cuddle up close.
hiii rue! i got something fluffy to request (totally doesnt need to be a whole fic can literally be a drabble or blurb or whatever literally anything i just kinda want to get this off my chest) but my pup is going through some older age joint pain lately and it just kills me everytime i hear him whimper trying to get up or fix himself when hes laying down or even when i try to pick him to help him onto the bed/couch/stairs. i know robbys not a vet,,, but i cant help but think how caretaking he would be with a pup, especially if its the readers first, pre-dating robby, and he knows the dog comes first before anyone and everyone. i just know he would be so sweet and gentle with him and know the perfect ways to grab him without hurting him and just making sure he’s getting any pain meds he needs and stuff. which also helps cause i get so anxious whenever i see my pup in discomfort its like someone’s trying to kill me
Oh my love!! I’m so sorry your pup is in pain:(( I have a puppy myself and can totally understand how devastating it must feel to see your baby in pain🥺 here’s a really little blurb for you to feel better baby<3
“Baby?” You hear Robby call for you as he enters the house, padding towards where you are sitting on the couch with your puppy, slowly massaging behind his fluffy ears, “Hey, love.”
“Hi,” you give him a tired smile, kissing him back when he leans down to capture your lips, “How was today?”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he shrugs, dropping his backpack next to the coffee table before you notice he is holding something big in his hands, “What’s that?”
“Oh, this?” He beams at you, sitting crossed leg on the floor before he grabs his key to tear open the plastic, “I bought something for your old guy.”
“Something for yourself then?” You tease, moving to sit down in front of him, helping him bring out the white cushion, grinning when he glares at you playfully, “Cause if you mean the love of my life, then he is not old, you are.”
“Old or not, you fall for the charm,” he winks at you, finally taking out the little mattress shape thing he bought, standing up to put it in the corner of your bedroom, “Okay, let’s get the love of your life in his new bed.”
“What? A new bed when he already has one?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you look at Robby curiously.
“Not just any bed, love. I read somewhere that Orthopedic beds can help with old age joint pain, you know so he sleeps more comfortably—“
You don’t let him finish, just kiss him passionately by grabbing the edge of his scrub’s shirt and pulling him down.
“Thank you,” you peck his lips once, twice, and three times more before he gently pushes you away to pick up your dog, “Careful, you have to—“
“I know, I know,” he slowly puts his arm behind the dog’s legs, keeping the front of his little body secured while his other hand does the same behind his other legs, making sure he has a strong grip to life him up, “Easy, I got you.”
You follow him to the bedroom, watching how gently he handles your puppy’s whines and pains, slowly lowering the dog on the soft cushion before petting his bead.
“We must keep his spine straight as best as we can, we should maybe even get a dog lifting harness—“
“We?” You ask shyly, narrowing your eyes at him with a soft smile as he approaches you, pulling you closer with his hands on your hips.
“Whatever and whoever is important to you is important to me. So yes, we will get him all the help he needs so he can have a painless life,” he kisses your forehead, “besides, can’t let you deal with two old men all by yourself.”
What if Robby decides not to cum the whole time you’re away for a few days but he’s still edging and sending you pics and voice memos of him moaning and little video clips of his dick just standing up straight, needy and twitching. What if he’s so desperate when you get back. He’s been edging all day and is just waiting for you. What if he almost cums just from sliding in? What then??
no.......and what if he's literally leaking already when he pulls his cock out and you drop to your knees to take him in your mouth but he grabs your hair and mouths at your jaw, "if you do that, there's no way in hell I'll get to fuck you and that's all I've been thinking about". And then what if you watch him above you, eyes squeezing shut and mouth agape in concentration as he pushes in slowly, letting out a nearly pathetic groan.
ohhhh that man would LOVE towering over you, making you feel small. Lifting you up, pressing you against the wall, watching your face as he absolutely splits you open.
