ೀ 𝑈𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝛰𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
Summary︱Fixing an EKG machine was a lot more easier than you thought. Though, you never had expected it to work a little too well.
Pairings︱Michael Robinavitch x Fem!Reade
W.C︱4.0K
Warnings︱18+ MINORS DNI, med play (I think, Idk), cussing, semi public sex, fingering, praise kink, reader has a semi established relationship with Park, definite medical inaccuracies, please let me know if I missed anything!
Author's note︱This is sort of a part 2ish from my last one shot. Read it if you'd like though you don't have to. I got this idea based off of this tik tok so props to the creator! Also I do not fully know how an EKG works but we'll pretend I do for the sake of this fic. Enjoy!
Robby had met plenty of women with different personalities. He's dated every kind of woman there is.
The prude.
The whore.
The lunatic.
The crybaby.
The avoidant.
Daddy's girl.
The trust fund baby.
Robby couldn't say that he had a personal favorite. Though, he did prefer some personalities more than others. Avoidant women were the main course while daddy's girl was his dessert. He liked feeling needed from time to time.
But not all the time.
Though, Robby had never met a woman like you. A woman who acted like a man. There was a certain arrogance you carried with you like a purse. The quiet shift in gender roles made Robby's head spin all the damn time.
You kicked him out right after you climaxed. You would roughly shove his face in your aching core, guiding his head exactly where you wanted even if he couldn't breathe. His aftercare kisses would be dodged and instead he would be met with you tossing his clothes to him.
But it didn't stop there.
You said no to dates. Your phone was always facing down. You weren't a huge fan of PDA. He was a hidden part of your life.
He was being treated how he treated the women before you.
And he didn't like it.
Robby had tried figuring you out with each attempt he made to get closer to you. He didn't get very far each time. You weren't unhappy, he knew that. In fact, you had a very fulfilling life. You had a master's degree, earned 6 figures, had plenty friends. The list went on and on with how well you were doing for yourself.
"Keep staring at her ass any longer and someone is going to report you for being a perv," Jack spoke, knocking Robby from his thoughts.
"I'm not looking at her ass," Robby sneered as he took off his glasses. "Besides, I can look if I want."
Robby did have a right to look. Park could go to hell, he could stare at your ass if he wanted to. Robby was the last one to sleep with you. HE was the last one to be in your bed. The ball was in his court.
Jack wanted to roll his eyes at how pathetic his friend had became over you. You had taken over Robby's world completely. Jack hadn't ever seen Robby so stupid—suicidal for sure but not stupid.
"Can you please get your head out of her ass and come back to earth?" Jack commented. "Swear you're so far up there that I can see you coming out of her mouth when she talks."
In any other situation he would have found his remark hilarious. But now since he was the one on the receiving end, he found it irritating.
"I am not up her ass all the time," Robby scoffed.
The corner of Jack's lip quirked upwards, no longer bothering to hide its smirk anymore. "Yeah because when you're not up there, Park is."
The joke rubbed Robby the wrong way. That's what he hated the most about your arrangement, whenever he wasn't around, there was an opportunity for Park to come right back.
"That's not funny."
Jack rolled his eyes this time as he shook his head. "You're losing your mind over this girl for no reason. I guarantee you that she sleeps soundly at night while you lose your mind over her."
"At least she's getting some good sleep."
At first, Jack thought that Robby was kidding. That he was finally making a joke out of this horrible dating situation. But when there was no smile nor laugh attached at the end of his sentence, he was utterly disgusted.
"You're kidding me, right?" Jack asked as he placed his hand on his shoulder. "She can't be that good in bed that you're losing your mind over her."
"It's not just about her being good in bed," Robby replied.
Robby would much rather die than tell Jack about how you were in bed. For the first time, his lips were sealed shut. It wasn't common for Robby to talk about his sexual escapades but he would make a comment here or there.
Robby didn't want Jack to imagine what you were like in bed. He didn't want to implant that image into the folds of his brain. He saw the way Jack looked at you at times. Robby knew Jack wouldn't admit it but he found you attractive.
It wasn't just about you being good in bed. Despite the nature of the relationship between the two of you, there was familiarity. It was a different kind of familiarity given you were younger than him but he felt comfortable. He didn't feel like there was a massive weight against his chest. He was able to talk freely without feeling that stupid lump build up in his throat.
"I just don't get why she keeps going back to him," Robby added as he rubbed his face.
Jack shrugged his shoulders, unable to give him a definite answer. It was no surprise that Park had a tight grip on you. If someone wanted your attention, they had to strike when he wasn't looking.
Robby had managed to take you away from his arms just for a little bit. It was a blissful time for him. He loved your attention and he loved your affection. He was like an eager puppy, always wanting more.
But so did Park.
And so did many other guys around you. You were free to choose your pick of the litter.
"I don't know……maybe it's because they've been with each other for three years so he knows her pretty well," Jack sighed.
Oh yeah, three years.
The two of you had been together or involved for three damn years. Three damn years of getting to know you. Getting to know where you were the most sensitive. Getting to hear your laugh in the morning before work. Hearing the fact from someone else felt like rubbing alcohol on a freshly raw wound.
"I don't know why I bother talking to you sometimes," Robby muttered with annoyance.
"But it's true," Jack said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Or maybe because he's just a huge wallet for her given the whole surgeon thing…….or maybe he puts her in her feminine energy or whatever bullshit kids say nowadays."
Robby scoffed. Feminine energy. Of course he put you in your feminine energy. "Please if anything she's putting me into my feminine energy. We do everything a normal couple does in a normal relationship and then she'll tell me that she doesn't want anything serious."
Jack nodded as he looked at you. Who knew you were that kind of woman. It was a little impressive you had a 50 something year old man by the balls so easily. Jack was more impressed by the fact that you didn't get attached. Most women did though he couldn't blame them. He would get attached too if a girl was treating him like a boyfriend.
You could feel the gazes of the two men behind your back. With a small turn of your head, you waved at the both of them with an innocent smile on your face. Robby didn't waste anytime in acknowledging you, discarding the discussion between the two men right away.
"That girl is a goddamn succubus and you're letting her suck the life out of you," Jack remarked. "It's a miracle you still have your balls."
Robby shook his head at Jack, a silent dismissal of the remark. "She's an angel……with a pair of horns but an angel nonetheless."
Jack shook his head as a small puff of fake laughter left his lips. "Dude, you have to learn how to make yourself less available to her. I thought that being emotionally unavailable was your whole spiel."
"I would make myself less available to her," Jack added. "Or at the very least, say no to her from time to time. Hell, I'll say no to her for you."
Robby sighed. He found it hard to say no to you. No matter how ridiculous the request was, if it placed a smile on your face then it was worth it. "I like spending time with her. Why mess that up?"
"I think the two of you need some time apart. Seriously, the sabbatical will really help you," Jack said to him. "You are still going on your sabbatical, right?"
Robby nodded to Jack's question with no hesitation. "Yeah."
But was he?
If Robby left, he knew it was the perfect window for Park to come right back into your life again. Park was no exception to your little rule, even he had to win back your affection despite you being the one that walked away.
Robby's gaze was in pursuit of your body once again. He couldn't wrap his head around how you could toy with him. He wasn't your personal puppet. He was a man. He was the one that was supposed to have the upper hand.
Maybe this was the universe telling him to throw in the towel. To just give up and find someone else to take up his time. Or maybe it was the universe trying to tell him to not give up. To find a way to get through that cold demeanor of yours.
Robby never knew when to quit.
Though he was good at telling other people when to quit.
Sometimes, a little too good.
"At least wait for me to be in the elevator to start talking shit about me, Jackie."
The two older men turned their heads around and saw you standing behind them. In unison, they turned around so they could lean their back's on the counter.
"How I miss the sweet shrill of your annoying voice," Jack retorted. "Not."
Your lips jutted out in a fake pout as you pretended to wipe a tear off your cheek. "Awww boo! Here I thought that you and I were the best of friends."
"Keep on dreaming," he muttered.
A smirk appeared on your lips as you looked into his already tired eyes. "You know, for someone who claims to not like me, you spend a lot of time talking about me."
Jack's eyebrows raised at your comment. Touche.
"You know how there's incantations to keep demons away from your house—"
"Alright," Robby interjected with a laugh as he stood slightly in front of you, shielding you away from Jack. "Why don't you let me take over so I can finish my shift."
Jack didn't hesitate in taking the iPad that was laying besides him and walking away to the nearest room. Robby didn't need him to tell him to back off. Jack knew when to walk away, it was all about strategy.
You sent a small wave to Jack as he walked away before you turned your attention to Robby. "Grumpy cat, isn't he?"
Robby shrugged his shoulders. "It's just Abbot being Abbot."
A look of suspicion flashed on your face as you looked at Jack's figure walking away. "Yeah….sure lets go with that."
You knew Jack wasn't too much of a fan of the relationship you and Robby had. Jack liked you on your own. He just didn't like how stupid and neurotic you made his friend. Robby already had enough on his plate, you certainly didn't need to add onto it.
Or so he claimed.
What you didn't appreciate was his snarky little comments towards you. They started shortly after you began your hookup situation with Robby, seemingly getting worse with each week you. It was as if he wanted to separate the two of you.
There was no motive you could pin point to.
"I don't appreciate your friend calling me a demon," you added with a pointed look. "But what I don't appreciate even more is you letting him."
Robby immediately went to defend himself. He placed his hands in the air, silently pleading for a truce. "I didn't let him call you a demon—I told him you were an angel."
"An angel with horns."
Robby placed his hands on your shoulders, his hands massaging the tense muscles. "Oh come on, you know it was a joke, baby. You're still the purest angel in my eyes."
"Oh wow. Yay me. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have this compliment bestowed on me," you dryly said.
"Aw come on," Robby cooed as his fingers went to softly pinch your chin. "You know he's just doing it to get under your skin."
"Sure, lets go with that too," you said with a slight mocking tone in your voice. "Can we just go fix the EKG machine so we can go?"
"Or we could just leave it for someone else to do and we can go back to my place," Robby offered. "And finish where we left off this morning."
You smiled at his offer from amusement. The two of you had been unpleasantly interrupted early in the morning when the Robby was called in for work. You normally had time to swing by for a quickie before your shift. But once Robby was called in, he didn't have the same liberty as you to take his sweet time.
"It's just an EKG machine, it'll take less than 10 minutes," you answered as you began to walk towards the dark and empty room of West 14. A room no one had been in since a patient had practically destroyed the walls.
Robby sighed in defeat but followed you anyways. Technically his shift had already ended but he sure didn't mind putting in some overtime. He couldn't risk you being all by yourself.
It wasn't a surprise how easily equipment in the ED got destroyed. There was always so much chaos going around. Nurses, doctors, medical assistants and anyone else in the room ran the risk of accidentally breaking a machine.
You've certainly broken a few.
"I thought this one was still relatively new," you murmured as you untangled the leads.
Robby took the leads away from your hands, untangling them himself. "Yeah, I don't know. One of the residents told me it wasn't working in the morning."
You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at the EKG machine. It looked intact. It still turned on. You didn't see anything wrong with it.
"It looks fine. It turns on and everything. Maybe they didn't put the leads on right."
"And have them potentially miss a heart attack? Oh, don't tell me that," Robby said as he looked at you, his hands working to continue untangling. "I'm going to ignore what you said and pretend that it's broken."
You raised your hands as you shrugged your shoulders. "You can't be everywhere all at once to check everyone's work. Just saying."
"No," Robby answered as he shook his head. "I know my residents. They wouldn't misplace a lead."
You hummed in acknowledgment. There was a chance that Robby was right, there could have been something wrong with the machine. Technology had a funny way of behaving.
"Well, let's try it out," you said as you shrugged off your jacket, exposing yourself to the unforgiving cold room. "I'll place the leads and see if it's really the machine or just misplacement."
Robby nodded along. Instead of letting you out on the leads yourself, he took the task from your hands. Robby guided you onto the hard hospital bed, making sure your back was supported by the pillows behind your back. His cold hands went underneath your top, causing goosebumps to arise upon your skin.
"They're cold!" You yelped as you yanked his hands out from your shirt.
Robby lowly chuckled at your little whine. He didn't waste time in bringing his hands together, rubbing them to warm them up. "Sorry, sweetheart."
After his hands were finally warmed up, his hands dove straight to your top. He smirked once he noticed you didn't have a bra on. "No bra? I should have known." Unable to resist, he allowed his fingers to skim the underside of your breast with the false pretense making sure the leads were on correctly.
You turned your head to look screen, looking at the output. "Everything looks normal."
Robby hummed in acknowledgement. "Yeah…..is your heart rate normally this low? It's at 58."
"Well I am just kind of sitting here so…."
"No, sweetheart," Robby hummed as his fingers went to check your pulse. "I think that's a little low. I think its reading wrong."
As Robby went to adjust the leads once again, his fingertips skimmed your hardened nipple, making the EKG spike.
Robby nearly missed it. Nearly.
"Oh?" Robby said in a low timbre. "Was that what I think it was?"
Normally, Robby couldn't tell when you were aroused. You often jumped on top of him and pulled his pants down whenever you felt like getting lucky. He could never hear your breath hitch or feel your skin warm up whenever he attempted to erotically caress you.
Robby decided to push his luck again. His fingers deliberately skimmed against your breast again, this time his fingers pinching the bud. Though you didn't make a sound, the EKG revealed what you had been hiding this entire time.
His touch makes your heart race.
"It's a normal body reaction," you huffed. "Don't be so full of yourself."
Robby's eyes didn't peel away from the screen. He seemingly had ignored your words as his fingers slowly traveled their way downwards. He watched as the screen showed your heart rate increasing.
It wasn't a weakness to let Robby know what he did to you. It was more of a weakness of where you liked to be touched and what made your heart race. You knew that once Robby held that kind of power, he would abuse it.
"Okay, we know it works now. You can take these off now," you said as you attempted to take off the leads.
You were met with Robby's hands on your chest, roughly shoving you back down on the bed. "I didn't say you could get up."
Your eyes widened at the rough action. You had gotten so used to taking the reigns. The simple action of him pushing you back like nothing made your heart race even faster.
"You liked that? You like me being rough with you?" Robby whispered as his left hand went for the buttons of your jeans. "I spent so much time being gentle with you when all you needed me was push you around."
He found your first weakness. You loved it whenever a man was rough. There had been too many times where you wished Robby could stuff your face in a pillow while he relentlessly pounded into your aching pussy.
But that was a fantasy for later. Not one to be fulfilled while they both of you were still clocked in.
"Someone could come in," you warned despite you lifting your hips to help him get your pants down.
"No one is going to come in," Robby soothed. "Everyone is too busy working. Just be quiet."
You nodded your head as you watched his hand disappear underneath your black lacy underwear. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his ran a finger through your sopping folds.
"Don't tease me, we don't have the time," you added as you lifted your hips once again.
"I'm making the time today," Robby replied as he continued his ministrations. "Gotta see what makes your heart race since you won't tell me what does."
You bit onto your knuckles to contain the noises that were threatening to spill from your mouth. It wasn't your fault you were sensitive. Or how the rough pads of his fingers created a delicious friction against your swollen clit.
"Look," Robby said as he nodded over to the screen of the EKG. "Notice how your heart races."
Your head lolled backwards to watch the screen once again. Your vision was blurry from working a 12 hour shift and you could barely make out what was happening. But there it was, the damn machine showing your erratic heartbeat.
"See that spike when I only use one finger against your clit? Look what happens when I use two."
Your mouth opened in a silent moan at the added friction. The added finger made your pleasure climb instantly, just as instantly as your heart picked up. You enjoyed the added sensation for a few seconds before he replaced his index and middle finger with his thumb.
"Now look at what happens when I do this."
Your eyes screwed shut and a high pitched whine filled the room as he slipped his two thick, warm fingers into your pussy. Robby pumped his fingers against your velvety walls without hesitation, setting a decent pace. It wasn't too fast but it had you grinding against his palm.
"Fuck, Robby," you moaned. "Hmmm….that feels good."
"I know," Robby smugly said. "I can see that."
The lewd sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt soon filled the room. It was a miracle that no one was hearing the two of you—or mostly just you. You tried to contain your moans but Robby was making it impossible.
The man found his cheat sheet and he was using it to his advantage.
"You're close, aren't you?" Robby asked. "I can feel you squeezing the hell out of my fingers."
You nodded your head, unable to form any words. All you could do was keep grinding on his hand as he kept his agonizing pace. You were getting lost in the sensations and the thrill of being caught. You were right on the edge, the god awful titillating edge that seemed like it was going on forever.
"I need…..fuck…..I need more," you whimpered. "I need more."
"More? What more could you want?" Robby asked with a laugh. "You're going to take what I give you."
"But—"
"No," Robby said in a stern voice as he lowered his head towards yours. "You're going to come on my two fingers because that's all you're going to get tonight. Either come, or don't."
A potential orgasm denial? From Robby?
That was a first.
You had been so used to getting your way that it felt foreign for Robby to be stern. Maybe you had to pull out the infamous puppy eyes again. That should make him fold.
"No, no, no, no, put those puppy eyes away," Robby immediately shut down as his other hand went to grip your cheeks. "I'm serious. Either focus and come or don't."
"Robby—"
"Focus," Robby interjected. "Come on, sweetheart. I know you're close, I can feel it. Breathe in and breathe out."
You nodded your head as you followed his directions. You took in a big deep breath in and even a bigger deep breath out.
"Yeah, there you go, just like that," Robby praised. "Again."
You followed his command without hesitation. It was working. You could feel your orgasm approaching faster and faster. The lighting hot heat was shooting up and down your legs, a telltale sign that you were close.
"You've been doing so good," Robby praised again. "Just a little more and you'll feel so so good."
It took a matter of seconds for your orgasm to take over your body. Your thighs clamped shut around his wrist as your pussy fluttered against his fingers. Robby gradually slowed his pace to keep you from overstimulating. The last thing he needed was for you to ruin the hospital sheets. He preferred you to gush all over his sheets.
"Open your mouth," Robby instructed.
You tilted your head in confusion. "Open my mouth? For wh—"
Robby stuffed his fingers, still glistened with your essence, into your mouth. Your eyes were as wide as they physically could go at the sudden ministration. This was certainly new.
"Lick them clean."
You hesitated for a quick second before you swirled your tongue around his digits, making them clean. He took his fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop. He didn't say anything else as he helped you pull your jeans back on.
"Well, at least we know the EKG is working just fine."
