robby and hate sex. robby and degradation/humiliation kink when reader denies how good he feels WHOA WHO SAID THAT
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→ warnings: michael ‘robby’ robinavitch x R2 fem!reader, 4.5k wc, smut, small angst?, age gap, not even mean!robby more like asshole!robby & prob a lil ooc, oral [m receiving], unprotected sex, degrading & humiliation [so degrading language used], slapping, biting, spitting, all the beautifully nasty things that come with hate fucking.
→ a/n: title taken from Hatefu--k ; The Bravery because when I saw your request I genuinely may have let out a little evil laugh then thought of that song immediately soo. also i prob missed warnings
It was no secret to the entirety of the PTMC that you have a certain disdain for Dr, Robby. It wasn’t instantaneous no, you actually used to like the guy. You transferred to the hospital for your R1 year and Robby was a little harsh around the edges but a good enough mentor at the start. Then you start to notice him becoming more and more callous and brash with you specifically, you notice it with Samira and Langdon after he comes back but he just seems worse with you.
It doesn’t even get any better like you sort of hoped maybe it would when he returns from his short sabbatical. You thought that maybe him taking a breather away from the hospital, away from the stress of being a boss. Plus the apparent irritation you caused that he could come back more level headed. Evidently as you sit on an empty patient bed being berated by him for being ‘so dumb’ that you messed up a few charts and missed important information, nearly losing a patient in the process — you realized you were wrong. “Im just- I’m having an off day Robby alright, Im sorry” you groan out “I’ve already apologized to you, to the patient, to damn near everyone at this point for it so…lay off” you hiss, clenching your jaw and squeeze your hand into a fist, pushing your nails into your palm in an attempt to ease your anger.
He scoffs out and you watch his face contort in a way you haven’t really seen before, stalking his way over to you til he is pushing his way between your legs that dangle off the bed, getting in your face. You try to not let the proximity affect you but it’s hard when a scent so distinctly him fills your nose, hints of whiskey and leather underneath the antiseptic and hand sanitizer smell. He plants his hands either side of your body on the bed, effectively cagging you in and a small fear runs through you that you’re about to get fried as you take in Robby's scrunched face, his eyes full of anger, his lips pulled in a scowl. “You can’t have a ‘off’ day in the ER, lives are in your hands and you fucked up, do you get that?” His voice comes out harsh and deep, enunciating each word as if you couldn’t understand him. “That man could’ve died” he continues on – “What’s got you distracted anyway, your little boyfriend break up with you or somethin’ ??” he guesses not having any clue he hit the target dead center in an aggravating way. You feel your face drop from your angry expression into a small pout and open your mouth but before you can jump to your own defense, he keeps on. “I don’t care, I don't care what it is, you don’t bring that shit into the ER, thought i taught ya’ better than that” He shakes his head and pulls away. He moves to stalk off and let himself cool off a bit but his ears prick up at the words you mumble under your breath. “If screaming at me every other week after my R1 year counts as teaching sure”
He stomps out of the room, letting the sound of the glass door slamming shut behind him echo in the cold empty white room. You sulk out of the room, your head down as you walk to your locker to grab your bags. You avoid Dana’s motherly concerned gaze and Samrias sympathtic one as you walk out of the hospital to head home. You didn’t have any charts to do anyway, Robby took them all away when scolding you saying ‘it’s better he finish them so you don’t screw anything else up any further’. It wasn’t even the end of your shift just yet but you could care less as you drive home, white knuckling the steering wheel with tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You sniffle and shake your head, you weren’t about to waste any more tears than you already had on that bastard.
Suddenly you blink and you are home, you might have gone a little over the speed limit in your anger you can’t exactly remember or give a fuck currently. Turning the doorknob to your apartment you open your door, throwing your bags on the floor and your keys on your end table as you walk in. Being too exhausted and mentally drained to change, you start to strip out of your dirty scrubs while heading to the kitchen for food, leaving a trail of clothes behind you until you're left in your bra, panties and socks. Letting out a forced exhale of air before taking a deep breath in, you attempt to regulate your nervous system and finally calm down. Your aching body catching up to you slowly as you open the fridge and search for the easiest and least effort form of nutrition you could consume. Spacing out a bit as you stare off into the fridge the cool breeze brushing across your exposed skin that blooms in goosebumps in response as your trance is interrupted by a knock. Cursing out in a whispered tone and frantically looking for something to cover up with, your eyes catch on your bathroom robe thrown atop your clean basket of clothes that sat on the couch. ‘Thank you, you lazy bitch’ you laugh softly to yourself as another knock comes. Quickly pulling on the fluffy covering and leisurely tying it closed the best you can as you rush to the door when a third knock fills your ears, yanking it open you bark out a “What?!” to the person on the other side.
Immediately you straighten back up and cross your arms under your unbeknownst to you slightly exposed breasts, “What could you possibly want Robinavitch?”
Robby stands at your door, still clad in his scrubs though his signature zip-up covered his top half now, backpack thrown over his shoulder. His hair is more tousled than when you left as if he couldn't stop running his hands through it and his eyes seem to find the door frame quite interesting. “Dana said when you left it looked like you were gonna cry” he explains as if it’s enough; “And? What about it?” you prompt with a curt nod, growing more impatient and irritated. “She chewed me a new one and told me i better pull my head out of my own ass and apologize” he murmurs out like a disgruntled little kid who got scolded. An abrupt chuckle leaves your lips vividly hearing Dana’s voice in your head saying those exact words to him, “This is your sorry excuse for an apology you can’t even say the words let alone look at me” you huff out and it causes Robby to finally look up at you and the annoyed look in his eyes dulls a little at the sight of you.
The front of your robe is fairly open exposing your lace bra that is perfectly cupping your breasts and a sliver of your leg and the lace of your panties that hugs your hip bone. “I’m sorry” he grits like it physically hurts as he reluctantly peels his eyes away from your figure, flicking them back up to your face. “See, now was that so hard?” you coax in a mocking sweet baby voice making the older man’s blood boil. “Should be illegal ya’ know to have the brat mouth you’ve got with a body like that” he grunts under his breath his eyes falling down to your body the same time your own do while his fingers twitch at his sides. God the things he’d do to you if only you shut the hell up for once.
“Saying it as if you’ll do something ‘bout it” you scoff in a challenging tone, stepping closer to the man you were supposed to be mad at. “What?” he spits out in slight disbelief, all the air feeling as if it just left his lungs, he can’t stop himself from stepping further into your space. “You heard me” you roll your eyes and before you can say another word, Robby grabs ahold of the shittily tied knot of your Robe and pulls your body to him. Crashing his lips against yours in a heated mess of anger and teeth, smirking into the kiss when you don’t hesitate to kiss back. Waddling the two of you back fully into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind him he drops his shoulder letting his bag join yours on the floor. Your fingers making quick work at his hoodie zipper and pulling it off him.
You gasp against his mouth when large rough hands sneak under your robe palming at your ass and using that leverage to tug you flush to him. With zero space between your bodies you can feel his cock chubbing up and growing harder against your bare skin. “Gettin’ hard all over just some kissing?” you tease and pull away from his mouth causing Robby to grunt. “Oh trust me sweetheart i plan to do more than kissing, gotta do something about this damn mouth” he coos mockingly, his eyes drifting down to your parted lips. Bringing his hand up to your face he pushes at your mouth with his thumb. His eyes darkening when you instantly open up and wrap your lips around it, sucking it seductively. “Got a plan then huh? You do this often old man, fuck your residents?” you ask, searching for an answer you’re not entirely sure you want. “Just the ones very blatantly obsessed with me” he remarks with an arrogance that makes your chest hurt in a way you don't care for. “M’ not obsessed with you” you slur around his thumb as he pushes it down on your tongue in defiance, “Yeah? Remember when you’d follow me round like a lost puppy your R1 year” his tone is cocky as he chuckles at the memory, eyes still locked on you lapping at his thumb, coating it in your saliva. “Was so cute, this pathetic thing glued to me desperate for my praise, now she’s just turned into a reckless brat” Your eyes burn with the desire to well up as his words hit you and you bite down on his thumb in retaliation. Jerking his hand away from you in response, you bring your own hand up, slapping him fairly hard across the cheek. Why did he have to ruin every damn thing.
The sound bounces off your walls, Robby rubbing at his cheek trying to ease the sting blooming on his face, his eyebrows scrunched in anger and confusion. “What the fuck was that for, huh slut?” he growls, grabbing ahold of your face, digging his fingers in and squeezing your cheeks hard. “I hate you” you bite out with your eyes narrowed at him, yet you make no fight when he pulls your face to his. Aggressively pressing his lips to yours again, licking into your mouth and swallowing every little sound he can pull from you. “Yeah, yeah sweetheart, can hate me all you want n’ still fuck me” you sniff softly to fight back the tears before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing back with fever. “Now where the hell is your bedroom?” he mumbles out, pulling at the loose tie to your robe letting it fall from your body, it joining the group of all the other clothes scattered around.
Grabbing onto the front of his scrub top you drag him with you as you walk backwards heading towards your open bedroom door. Along the way Robby starts to rid himself of his remaining layers, kicking his shoes off one by one. “Hope this mouth is good for something other than bitchin’’ don’t wanna disappoint me now do princess?” every term of endearment that left his mouth were dosed in condensation. “You’ll just have to see old man” you work at untying his scrub pants, yanking them down his legs, he steps out of them and pulls away from the kiss. You stare at him with swollen spit coated lips and glassy eyes as he tugs off his scrub shirt and under shirt. Slick settles in your core at the sight, his muscular chest covered in thick hair matching his arms, his stomach less toned but the pudge to him does nothing to lessen your desire for the stupid man. Finally making it to your room he is left in only socks and black boxers that stretch across his thick thighs and are extra tight around the bulge of his aching cock. Your mouth watering at the sight, He is stood half away across the room from where you stand frozen, still staring. Beckoning you over with a wave of his pointer finger he points down at the floor in front of him. With a short rolling of your eyes, you move to walk forward but he stops you by putting up his palm, “Crawl sweetheart, come on” he coaxes as he sits down on the edge of your bed. “Fucking hate you, Bastard” You murmur out a few more curse words and profanities aimed at him before dropping to your hands and knees, slowly and sensually crawling over to him, your face hot with embarrassment.
“Good puppy” he exclaims in faux appreciation when you land at his feet and sit down on your calves. You really hate just how much you yearn for more of his praise, fake or not. You’ve seemed to forget when the last time he threw it your way so willingly was. Trailing your hands up his legs, rubbing at his knees, running over his thighs before you start pawing at his cock, groping at it through the fabric before trying to tug his boxers down. “So impatient” he tsks but still helps, pushing his thumbs under the waistband, lifting his ass and sliding them down his legs to pool at his ankles.
Not wasting a second Robby or letting you admire his cock at all, he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pressing his fingertips into the sides in a way you know will leave bruises and tugging your body closer. Grabbing his cock at the base he guides it to your lips, tapping the reddened leaking tip against your pout — “Open up sweetheart before I make you, c’mon.” You comply. Without care or any more warning he bullies his cock into your mouth, using his hold on your neck to push your face down. All the way down until your nose is buried in the patch of dark coarse hair at the hilt. Sputtering and gagging a little he makes no move to lift you while you scratch at his thighs, you attempt to suction your mouth around him but with his thick cock filling it, it makes it a tad hard to breathe. Trying again, sucking at him as best you can, you gag again when his tip hits the back of your throat making it tighten around him and your teeth lightly scrape. “Oh come on, this is how you suck dick?” Shaking his head he uses his grip on your neck to guide your mouth up and down his cock, setting an unrelenting pace, “S’ like this sweetheart, thought you’d be better at this really” his voice dripping in disappointment. Regaining a bit of your composure after a bit and taking a deep breath in through your nose you let your tongue run along the underside of his cock. Hollawing your cheeks you suck hard letting your spit coat his cock as and slide down as you mouth at him, using that to aid your hand that comes up to stroke at what can’t fit in your mouth. “That’s a little better princess” he coos, the faux non meaningful praise once again going to your head. “Fuck you” you murmur out, the vibration of your words against his dick only adding to the older mans pleasure, plus the satisfaction he gets at pissing you off.
Pulling off him slowly, a string of saliva still connecting you to him you latch your mouth back on just to drag your tongue down his shaft til it meets his balls. “Oh fuck” Robby pants out, his eyes blowing a little wide in lust as he lets go of your neck finally. Tilting your head down you lap at his full heavy balls, letting the hand that was on the base of him stroke up his entire length at a decent pace before popping one ball in your mouth and suckling at it. Rolling it around in your mouth with your tongue, whining at the taste of his sweat that coats it. A smirk twitches at your face when you hear the man above you let out a very breathless moan, letting go of his one ball that is now coated in spit, you slip the other in your mouth and give it the same attention. You can feel your nipples harden against the lace of your bra, wetness soaking through your panties at this point from the obsceneness of this all. Sliding your free hand down under your ruined panties you slip two fingers through your drenched folds collecting your slick as lubrication before plunging them inside to ease the deep ache in your core, rutting your clit up against your palm. “Fuck c’mere” he grunts out, your mouth releases as he is grabbing you under your arms as he stands, lifting you up and throwing you onto your bed. “Bra ‘n panties off sweetheart, now” he growls as he steps out of his boxers. Now as bad as he wanted to rip your panties off you, he’s pretty sure you’d kill him if he did plus he is not about to embarrass himself by fumbling a try at undoing the clasp of one of those new fangled bras. He knows he made the right choice in the end when one you unclasp the bra at the front, oh yeah fuck no he was never getting that. And two when you sensually let it fall from your body revealing your tits, giving a little and completely undeserved show but you're desperate for reactions out of him. Robby pokes his cheek with his tongue, his cock giving an enthusiastic twitch when you reach down and shimmy the scrap of lace you call underwear down your legs.
Once the last layers of fabric separating your body from the chilly AC filled air is thrown somewhere in your room, Robby wraps a big hand around your ankle yanking you further down the bed. Landing you sprawled out in front of him, legs spread giving him an unobstructed clear view of your leaking cunt that he can’t help but rub his thick thumb at. Collecting slick as he pushes it through your folds and presses on your hole before it lands on your clit. “Such a perfect pussy wasted on a bratty whore” he tsks.
His words make you kick at his thigh with a hiss, he grabs onto that other ankle to stop you from further squirming and kicking. “Your the one so desperate to fuck this brat, gonna do it without a condom like the pervy old man you are too huh?” you question, an edge to your voice — “Huh Dr. Robby? Are you?” you taunt in a faux soft seductive voice, fluttering your eyelashes at him adding onto it all. The thought of having you bare excites him far more than it should but he’d never admit to that, let alone to you. “Yeah sweetheart, cause you’re gonna let me like the slut you are” he bites back before using the hold he still had on your ankle and flipping you onto your stomach. Gripping onto your hips he pulls your hips off the edge of the bed, running his cock coated in your spit down your ass and pushing through your cunt with the throbbing tip. His cock was red and beyond angry at him for pulling you off it. He had been far closer to cumming than he wanted to be, watching your fingers slip between your thighs with your mouth lapping at his balls almost undid him.
Your mouth parts in an inaudible moan you’re grateful Robby can’t see as he lets his hips buck forward, not so dry humping your ass and pussy making you clench around nothing. “Gonna be an dick this whole time n’ just tease me the whole time?” you half whine half groan out, your feet kicking up in impatience. If you weren’t such a brat, Robby might even find it cute. Deciding it’ll be the quickest way to shut you up, he lines his cock up and thrusts with brutal force pushing every inch of his thick cock inside your cunt. The air gets knocked out of your lungs, your eyes burning with small tears as your pussy stings in an attempt to accommodate the size of him. “Fucking asshole” you moan out breathlessly, your fingers grabbing ahold of your sheets, bunching them up in your fists as he starts thrusting. Gripping the back of your neck he turns your head to take in your puffy eyes that swim with both lust and irritation, your swollen lips parted in a pant. A beautiful sight that makes a cocky smirk spread on his face as he snaps his hips back and bucks forward practically hard just to hear a whine fall out of you. “Why so quiet now huh whore? S’ too much huh? You poor baby” he remarks with mocking sympathy that makes you squirm trying to pull away.
Sliding the other hand that was still gripping your waist up to the small of your back Robby pushes at your back, effectively pinning you down and making your ass arch up to meet his hips. “Just a dumb little pillow princess, who knew all ya’ needed was some dick to shut up” he chuckles softly, pushing your face back into the bed muffling the rather wanton cry that you let out when his dick hits that spongey spot deep inside you. “S’ all your good for anyway” he grunts out and continues to fuck you at a bruising speed and pace. “Hate you s’ much” you mumble out into your sheets as your eyes roll back.
“What was that slut?” Robby questions, pulling out and flipping you back over onto your back and grabbing your face so you look right at him. You grab at his forearm, nails scratching him as you try pulling his hand away from you. “Repeat it sweetheart, c’mon” he nods with his head at you, you grit your teeth together and spit at him. “I hate you s’ much Robby” you repeat your words ignoring the way your eyes feel like they are about to well up again.
He shakes his head, dropping you back down on the bed and easily thrusting his cock all the way back in making a shiver run down your spine. “Who cares, she doesn’t hate me” his eyes drop to your cunt, biting his lip slightly at the sight of it wrapped around his cock trying to swallow him whole. You clench down around him at the filth that is him talking to your pussy like it’s separate to you. “No she loves me don’t ya’ baby” he coos, his thumb rubbing at your clit as his hips draw back and snap forward hard again, not giving you a catch to breath. The feeling of his cock rutting against your walls and prodding at your g-spot with every thrust has your head going spacey, staring at Robby with an angry face but indescribable look in your eyes. Grabbing a hold of your hips he lifts your body up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his center as he climbs onto the bed. His aching full balls slap against your ass, filling the room with an obscene sound that mixes with your cries and robby’s grunts the closer the two of you get to your joint orgasm. You are determined to make the old man break before you, clenching down hard on his cock, pussy trying to ring him dry. And Robby is determined to make you break first, rubbing circles at your clit as his cock pistons in and out of you, eyes glued to every twitch your body makes. His fingers digging into your hips and yours scratching angry red lines down his chest as your head falls back in a silent moan when his tip practically hits your cervix. You think you feel him in your throat and you are scared to look down and see the most certainly there bulge in your stomach from him filling you.
“What if our co-workers could see you now, huh sweetheart? The little fuck up resident slutting herself out for their attending” he shakes his head, pressing forward to get in your face but also fuck his cock deeper inside you. It appears like the fight has now left your body and Robby leans in as if to kiss you again but is met once again with your open palm. He clenches his jaw and grips your face and smashes his lips to yours anyway, a heated fight for dominance of your mouths that Robby wins when he snaps his hips just right and you gasp out. Taking the opportunity he slips his tongue in your mouth licking at yours — “Thought we got the slapping outta your system out there whore.” he hisses out when you pull back from the kiss and bite his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He groans and sets a rentless pace of fucking you until your body arches up and you cry out. The knot in your stomach is tightening faster and faster, “Mmm Robby…m’ gonna cum” you moan out, screwing your eyes shut and pulling him deeper in with your legs that are still around him. “Shouldn’t let you cum at all sweetheart, Just been an ungrateful slut whole time” he hums, his own orgasm fast approaching the tighter you clench down on him, the sight of you lost in pleasure also helping him along. “Miss my little puppy who hung on my every word her first year, should bring her back” he taunts and watches you squirm in both anger and frustration. “No! Please please let me cum” you plead, your hands clenching in fists. “Fine” he groans, the fight not worth it plus he isn’t gonna last much longer either — “Cum f’ sweetheart” he commands and fucks up into you hard causing you to scream out in pleasure as your orgasm hits you, your pussy spasming and legs shaking as you coat Robby’s cock. He isn’t far behind, quickly pulling his cock out and spewing hot ropes of cum all over your stomach and abused puffy cunt.
As you lay there a panting mess trying to calm down and ride out your high he asks — “Still hate me sweetheart?” With his casual cocky arrogance that has your anger bubbling up in you all over again.
→ a/n: i realized robby never took his socks off not that i really write that part much anyway but i think the old man he is he’d keep em on anyway i sort of proofread this and i really like this so if it flops I’ll cry.
