Level Up (2)
Summary: The Pitt finds out about Robby's controversially young girlfriend.
Part 1, Part 3
Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x teacher!reader
Warnings/Tags: age gap (early 20s, early 50s), medical inaccuracies probably, smut (use of sex toys, no penatrative sex)
A/N: if you've read some of my other stuff you might you might have read my other story with teacher!reader. this is not the same story but i did use the same meet cute cause i was lazy and i love robby x teacher!reader
If you knew you were going to meet Jack Abbot today, you would have worn pants.
In your defense, it was nearly midnight and you were only opening the door because you ordered sundaes for you and Robby which were supposed to be delivered contactlessly. When you got the notification you went downstairs in what you happened to be in, which just happened to be a pair of sleep shorts that Robby liked to joke were tiny enough that they were glorified panties, and a black camisole, with no bra - because who the hell wears a bra after 8 pm if they don't need to?
When you open the door you're met, not with your ice cream sundaes sitting in a bag on the ground, but with a man. You assumed he was one of Robby's friends considering he was wearing the same pair of scrubs that you had gotten used to seeing Robby leave the house in most mornings. He was older, grizzled, head full of curly gray hairs, a little intimidating looking.
"Hi…do you have my ice cream?" you ask, unsure of what to do or say.
He hands you the bag that's in his hand, "Sorry, I didn't realize Robby had…company tonight. I'm Jack. Can I come in? I need to talk to him."
"Of course," you open the door and step aside. You're suddenly wishing you grabbed a hoodie or something as Jack follows behind you into the kitchen.
"Micheal's just in the shower," you say as you unpack your desert from the bag, "Do you want anything to eat? We got pizza from that place down the street for dinner tonight."
"No, thank you I'm okay."
The two of you fall into an uncomfortable silence.
"So, uh-" he clears his throat, "how do you know Robby - Micheal I mean."
"Um I came in to ER a few months ago because I'm a kindergarten teacher and I sliced my arm open while putting up decorations for my class," you show him your arm with the hyper pigmentation that is starting to fade because of the serum you got from your dermatologist, "And he did my stitches."
"He did your stitches? Usually med students and residents do those."
You shrug, "He was having a tough day, said he needed to do something easy before he slammed his head into a wall."
"And, what, you asked him out after?" he's subtle, but you can hear the accusatory tone.
You narrow your eyes at him, "Look, Jack, if you want to ask me if I'm only with him for his money then say it."
You're not stupid. You know how you look together.
"Are you with Robby for his money?"
You roll your eyes, a little offended that he actually asked, "No. Believe it or not, the fact that I'm young and hot doesn't automatically mean that I'm shallow."
"Listen it's nothing about you personally, but Robby hasn't exactly been in the best place mentally."
"You mean how he genuinely thought about killing himself after PittFest?" you raise an eyebrow, "He told me about that. He also told me about how his depression got worse again after the 'love of his life ' got a fellowship out of state."
"He called her that?"
"I call her that"
You can hear Robby walking around upstairs.
"I mean teachers are a notoriously underpaid workforce and -"
"Micheal!" you shout, "You have a visitor."
"Visitor?" He pads down the stares, slightly confused.
"Jack is here," you say, tone overly sweet, "I'll leave you two to your boy talk. If you need me I'll be eating my sundae in bed."
Jack looks at Robby as the older man watches you walk up the stares. He only blushes a little when he realizes hes been caught staring at your ass.
"What?" he mumbles as he takes he takes out a spoon to eat his own sundae.
"Good job, Rob. First the motorcycle, now the trophy wife?"
"Brother, why are you in my house?"
By the time Robby meets you back in the bedroom your finished sundae is discarded on the nightstand, and you're curled up in the middle of the bed with Kitty sleeping peacefully next to you, using your pillow as her pillow. He tries to sneak in next to you, but despite his best efforts, you wake up anyways.
"What was that about?" you yawn as you stretch out, making some room next to him - Kitty still taking up most of his side of the bed.
"Oh the anniversary of his wife's death is soon - he just kind of gets in his head this time of year and misses her more than he usually does. Shen sent him home because he was being too snippy tonight. He's gonna be staying over tonight if that's alright."
"It's your house."
"I know but I want you to be comfortable when you're here."
Instead of trying to move the cat, he slides in on the other side of you. There is not enough space for him, but squishing himself next to you is the better option then moving the grumpy pile of fluff next to you.
You nod, biting your lip. You try to settle against him again, but he can read you too well, knows there's something on your mind.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" he asks as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Nothing," you mumble, wrapping your arm around his torso and laying your head on his chest, "turn off the lamp. Let's go to bed."
"Come on now," he urges, "Aren't you always telling me it's not good to bottle things up?"
"Do you ever listen to me?"
"How am I supposed to listen to you when you don't set a good example?"
You roll your eyes, "No I feel bad. I don't want to bully a widow."
"Oh," he chuckles, "now you have to tell me."
You look at him, "Promise me you'll at least hear me out."
You outstretch your pinky. He links his with yours - pinky swears are sacred to your students, and you've adopted them in your own life since you've started teaching.
"He hates me."
"No he doesn't."
"Yes he does."
"You only talked to him for 30 seconds, there's no way he hates you."
"Did he say anything about me bleeding your wallet dry?"
Robby laughs, "No. And if he did I would have told him to shut up. Why would he think that?"
"Because I'm a charming succubus sent from the pits of hell to seduce you and steal all your money?"
"He said that to you?"
"Not in those words. But he did basically interrogate me about my intentions with you."
"And what did you say back?"
"I said just because I'm pretty doesn't mean I want you for your money," you lean up, pressing your lips to his, "Just to be clear, I like your personality, your dick and your money."
"Ah, good to know. In that order?"
"Order varies on the day depending on how much you annoy me."
You pull him on top of you, his larger frame caging yours into the bed. You reach up with your legs to wrap them around his waist, but he pulls off you.
"No more, baby, you wore me out pretty good earlier."
You pout, batting your eyelashes at him, "Please, Mikey. I'll be so quiet I won't bother Jack."
"First of all we both know that is not true," the guest bedroom was underneath Robby's room.Even if he did manage to keep his hand over your mouth well enough to muffle your sounds, he'd hear the sound of the bed frame rattling against the wall, "Secondly, I would if I could, baby, I'm down for the count tonight. And besides my daughter is in the bed next to us."
You look over at Kitty, still snoring softly, one paw covering her face. You wiggle out from Robby's grasp.
"Where are you going?"
You just walk to the other side of the bed, picking up Kitty and placing her in the cat tree that resides in the hallway. Kitty barely notices, just stretches into her new spot.
"You kicked our daughter out so we could have sex?" Robby raises an eyebrow when you walk back into the room.
"Yup," you say, "and I'll do it again."
"Doesn't change the fact that I'm done for the night."
Robby's lying on the bed now, resting on the pillows making him slightly elevated. You crawl up the bed, settle yourself on his chest while his fingers ghost along your thighs, sending shivers up your spine.
"You've got a mouth don't you?"
He raises an eyebrow, "Oh so you don't care about me getting off do you?"
"You know I'll wake you up tomorrow."
You let out a yelp as you're being flipped over and your back hits the mattress.
"Will you now?" Despite his earlier "protests" his fingers are curling under the waistband of your shorts. You lift your hips up to help him take them off.
"Yeah," you sigh as Robby kisses your thighs, "I'll make it good too."
"How good?"
"Sloppy the way you like it," you hum, running your fingers through his hair as spreads your lips open with his fingers, "Lots of spit. I'll wear the mascara that runs the way you like it. I'll choke on it the way you like, let you cum on my tits if you want."
He moans, sending vibrations through your whole body.
Thankfully, the first time you meet Dana you're fully clothed.
Her car is in the shop, and an accident - which only resulted in a few criticals that arrived after handoffs - meant that her husband would be stuck in traffic for a while, and led to Robby offering to let her wait it out at his place. He remembers to shoot off a quick text telling you that Dana would be coming over for a bit.
"Just as a heads up, I'm seeing someone and she's over at the house right now," he says, pocketing his phone.
"Oh," she grins at him, "I thought you were seeing someone. You've been nicer."
He rolls his eyes, "I'm not that bad."
"You're not bugging Samira to move faster every 5 minutes. You've stopped pretending like Frank doesn't exist anymore and you've even started to flirt back with Myrna."
"I flirt back with Myrna because she scares me and it helps keep her temper at bay."
"Mhm," she pokes him in the side, "What's she like?"
"She's a teacher. She's lived in Pittsburgh her whole life, she's bakes on her free time and she may or may not be 30 years younger than me," his voice trails at the end of his sentence.
Dana stops, "30? Michael Robinavitch did you just say 30?"
"Give or take."
"You know, when you got the motorcycle I was like okay, he's going through some things but he'll come to his senses eventually. But Robby this is-"
"Stop. Honestly, I'm surprised Jack kept his mouth shut about it he met her last week and you know that man is a gossip when he wants to be."
"How long have you been seeing her?"
"Few months."
"And you haven't said anything about her till now? You know you shouldn't be dating her."
"Dana please," he looks her in the eyes, "Save any judgments till after you meet her. And then you can say whatever you want to me, okay?"
And so she's standing on Robby's front porch, waiting for him to open the door so she can meet his child bride.
You're standing in the kitchen with a smile, wearing a hoodie that Dana recognizes as one of Robby's and a pair of sweatpants with your university logo on the thigh. You greet him with a kiss before turning to her.
"Hi, you must be Dana. I've heard so much about you. I'm glad I finally get to put a face to the name."
"Oh, have you? I'll be honest I just learned about you on the way over here."
Robby furrows his brow at her. Okay, maybe Dana's trying to see if you'll fly into a jealous rage over a little comment, who can blame her? Robby has terrible taste in women.
Instead you laugh, "Yeah, I haven't really told my friends about him either yet. One of them does but that's mostly because she has my location and she figured out I had a boyfriend because of it. But, I'm not gonna sit here and pretend the age gap isn't significant."
So maybe Dana doesn't hate you right away.
"So what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a kindergarten teacher. I've been teaching full time for about 2 years now. Do you want some tea?"
Dana says yes. When the tea is done brewing you serve it with some cookies you made last night. Dana lets out a moan when she tastes it.
"Now you know why he keeps me around," you joke, poking him in the tummy, "The way to a mans heart is through his stomach."
Robby walks her out to her car when Benji finally shows up, "So?"
"She's sweet. I still think she's too young but I don't think she's a gold digger."
"You wanna tell Jack that?"
Dana laughs, "No."
Before she gets into her car she turns back, "Don't fuck her up, Robinavitch."
Rumors that Robby's got a sugar baby start flying around the pitt soon after. Donnie took his girl to a nice restaurant one night, was getting seated just as Dr. Robby was heading out. He'd only seen the woman with him in a glimpse from behind but that was really all he needed before he texted the nurses non work group chat.
Given its salacious nature, the rumor makes its way back to the pitt before night shift is relieved.
"Robby has a sugar baby?" Ellis accosts Jack as he's leaving the men's room. He jolts in surprise, and she laughs - she's never been able to rattle him before.
"Sugar baby?"
She rolls her eyes, "You are not that old, dude. You know what a sugar baby is."
"Back in my day, we had respect for our superiors," he says, walking back to central, "If I called one of my attendings 'dude' when I was a resident I would have been draining every abscess that came in for a month."
"Yeah, yeah, and then they invented electricity and your life got easier. Does Robby have a sugar baby?"
"How should I know."
"Because you're codependent. Have you met the sugar baby?"
"Ellis," his tone is stern. He may have his feelings about yours and Robby's relationship, but he was going to try and nip this in the bud for Robby's sake.
She puts her hands up in surrender, "I was just asking a question."
Obviously there's a bet about it. The categories range from your age, to whether or not your father is in your life, whether or not you're an actual escort. There's even a bet debating how good your sex life is, but no one is really sure how they're going to get the answer to that question (Santos says Robby flops around on top of you like a dead fish till he cums, Javadi says Robby looks like he's at least moderately considerate, and Langdon puts a good chunk of money on Robby being a sex god).
The rumours are spurred on when your friend gets admitted to PTMC. A boozy brunch ended with a valiant attempt to rollerblade around your neighbourhood which ultimately led to your friend wiping out and hitting her head on the concrete and losing consciousness. One 911 call later she was admitted to PTMC while your boyfriend was still on shift.
"What the hell happened?" Robby says when he enters the room, completely forgetting about professionalism, "I told you I didn't want to see you as a patient anymore."
"I'm not I promise," you smile at him and point to your friend, "she lost consciousness like a doofus."
Robby takes a minute to collect himself before remembering his script, "Sorry about that. I'm Dr. Michael Robinavitch what exactly-"
"This is Michael?" your friend cuts him off, "he's so old "
"Dude! Shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing me or else he's not gonna fix your bleeding brain."
Robby laughs, "Don't worry. I don't think your brain is bleeding but we'll get a scan to confirm," he whistles when he looks at your friends chart, "Blood alcohol level of .12 at 1 pm in the afternoon? What were you two doing?"
"Bottomless mimosas" your friend answers.
"Yeah if we were sober I would have remembered the helmet, I promise."
Every single one of the ED staff thinks this interaction is strange.
Robby doesn't do probable concussion cases anymore - he's too busy. And yet, he keeps checking even after he assigns the case to Frank and Mel, something they are more than capable of handling. Frank keeps side eying Robby every time he's in the room. Their relationship is a bit better now than when he first came back from rehab, but they're no where near close enough for him to ask about you.
By the time they get her up for a CT and admitted for overnight monitoring Mel bets for the first time - not an escort, early 20s, and judging by the way the collar of Dr. Robby's scrubs shift and expose something that looks suspiciously like teeth shaped bruises, joins Langdon in betting that the sex is good.
She collects her money the next day when your friend offhandedly mentions that the girl who brought her in has been dating "an old doctor who works in the morning" to one of the night shift nurses
"Oh guess who I met at parent-teacher night tonight?" you say when Robby sits down at the table next to you, ready to devour the leftover brownies you made for it.
"I'm guessing the parents of your students."
"Haha, you're so funny," you roll your eyes as Robby laughs at his own joke, "Turns out the 'Tanner Langdon' in my class is your Langdon's son. I thought the last name was a coincidence but nope."
Robby chokes on his brownie, you slam a hand on his back while he cough, "Did he, uh, did he recognize you?"
"Dude, you were not subtle when we came in the other week. Of course he recognized me."
"I am your boyfriend, don't call me 'dude.' Did he ask about us? About me?"
"I'll call you dude if I want to, dude," you give him a quick pick on the cheek when he rolls his eyes at you, "He didn't. But he looked like he wanted to."
"Good," he nods his head, "Not that I'm trying to hide you, or anything. If it were McKay's kid or something I'd be fine with it but things with me and him have been…rocky. How's Tanner doing? He's a good kid."
"He's doing good. He's having some behavioural issues but that's kind of normal when parents are separated, he's just having some trouble adjusting."
Robby looks at you, eyes wide, "Langdon and his wife are separated?"
"You knew that," You drop your face in your hands, "please tell me you knew that."
"I haven't spoken to him about his personal life since before his incident."
Robby still hasn't told you about why his and Langdon's relationship took a dip, just that things were a bit off between the two.
"I discussed it with both of them today, which I'm technically not allowed to repeat I just thought you knew about it. Langdon's got his own place for now, which causes Tanner to act out because he misses him but you are not to repeat this to anyone or I will lose my job."
Robby's decided that he's done talking about Langdon, pulling you off your chair and onto his lap.
"Of course I won't" his hands start to creep up under your hoodie, "But if you did lose your job then we'd officially move you in here. You basically live here already."
He kisses your shoulder, moving up to your collarbone, and then your neck.
"Oh, but Michael, if I don't have a job how would I pay you rent?"
His big hands make their way lower, palming the globes of your ass which are peaking through your sleep shorts.
"Oh I'm sure we could work something out."
After parent teacher night everyone knows that Robby's dating a girl less than half his age. And he hears about it. Anytime moony-eyed sorority girls make their way through the ED he gets paged to deal with them. Whenever a younger patient flirts with him someone makes a comment about him keeping his hands to himself.
(Jack tells him about a 19 year old patient that kept asking about him, "Did you ask out this one too?"
"Nope. I can barely handle the one I have now.")
And this comes to a head the first time you come to pick him up from work, carrying a container full of cheesecake bars.
"Hey, hun, what're you doing here," Dana says when she sees you.
"I had some time today and brought some snacks for everyone," you say when you leave the container on the nurses station, "but you specifically they're bribery snacks."
"Bribery for me? Whatever for?"
" My school does this career day thing every year where we get different professionals to come and speak to the different grades. Robby's going because he wants to keep reaping the benefits of being my boyfriend, and you are not under the same obligation - but you could be," you wink at her, "so I'm asking you very nicely if you would like to come in and talk about how nurses run the hospital, not doctors."
She laughs, "You know, kid, I had my worries about you and Robby, but I like you. Tell me when and if it fits in my schedule then I'll be there."
"Yay! Okay, I'll steal your number out of Robby's phone and send you the details. Do you want to share time with him or want your own slot?"
"Whatever's easier for you."
Just then Jack and Robby walk through the ambulance doors, ready for handoffs.
"Oh did someone bring treats?" Jack sees you standing next to them, "Are they safe to eat?"
While you have been able to make progress with Dana, Jack is firm in his dislike of you.
"Of course they are, Jackie!" you say, voice syrupy sweet, "I made this piece specifically for you."
You hand him a random piece from the container. He looks at it, knows logically you haven't done anything to the one he's holding in his hand, but passes it to Robby anyways who eats it, no problem.
You leave PTMC with an empty container and Robby's arm around your shoulder guiding you through the crowds of people in the waiting room.
"No way Dr. Robby can handle all that," some of the night shift nurses are snickering, not too far away from where Jack is working on the computer.
"He's so old. Does his dick even still work?"
"She's gotta be an idiot only with him for the money."
"Boys," Jack calls, dusting off his military voice, "Don't we have work to do?"
And as much as Robby would like to ignore the snickers and giggles, there is some truth to their words. He's not as young as he used to be, and as much as he wants to be able to give you whatever you want, whenever you want but sometimes after his long shifts his body just doesn't have anything left to give.
Luckily, Robby is a man of science.
So when you close the book thats he's reading, set it on the bedside table and climb into his lap he indulges you. But when you grind down on him, and he his cock doesn't stir against his thigh - not because of his lack of attraction to you, dear god no - but because he's old.
"Sweetie," he pulls away from you, "Wanna get something from the closet for me?"
"Get what?" you look at him skeptically.
"There's a box on the shelf. I think it's brown go bring it here."
And so you do, and he gets to watch your ass walk away. You bring the box, handing it to him.
"Micheal what is that?"
He takes out the magenta siliconde pad with the attched straps. He lifts his leg, fastening them around his thighs before grabbing the remote from the box, testing the buttons, watching the two bumps on the pad move.
"Never seen one of these before?" you shake your head, "Its a grinder. You put your pussy here, and I get to control the vibrations while you hump my leg."
"Oh you're treating me like a dog in heat now?"
"Yup," he patts his leg, "now hop on like the good girl you are.
You want to object but you do as he says, slipping off your shorts and the straddling his thigh, lining the bumps up with your clit and your pussy.The silicone feels foreign against your skin, you slide against it slipping easily.
You hear the sound of the remote click and then then the vibrations start as the two bumps start moving.
"Feel good, honey?" Robby murmurs, feeling your pulse quicken under his lips.
"Yeah," you keep your hands on his shoulders, using it as leverage.
He speeds it uo and you adjust your hips, reaching down to pull the hood of your clit, exposing the little bundle of nerves. Robby keeps his hand on your hips, helping slide you along the grinder.
"Just like that, baby, good fucking girl," he plays with the speed some more, learning how you react to each setting, stowing the information away for later.
"Mike-Mikey!" you call out, "Wanna cum. Lemme cum."
"Think you deserve pretty girl?"
You nod furiously, pressure building in your belly.
"Do it baby, cum all over me."
You call out his nameas you do, vibrations running through your body. He kicks up the speed, flexing his thigh so the grinder is right up against your pussy. You slump against his body, panting against him.
"How was that?" he asks once he turns the vibrations all the way down.
"S'good, Mikey."
"Think you got a couple more in you?"














