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it was the same cycle of little things here and there that had you realize sammy was unaware of how good to you he was. it ranged from sending him a dirty text or picture while he was gone only to be met with a response like "you know you sent that to me right?", to trying to get him undressed and in your pants the second he got home just for him to scrunch his face up and say "you don't have to do that for me."

some nights, you even thought you were the problem. because every time you tried to tell him you felt needy for him, he always double and triple checked if you actually wanted to. your confusion came to a head after dinner on his couch one night.

you'd wanted him inside you since the second he got home, but as always, he looked at you like you had four heads when you tried to make a move. so you waited until after dinner and halfway through the movie he let you pick out. you lean over to start kissing his neck and you hear his breath hitch when you sling a leg over his waist to straddle him. "missed you today sammy.." you hum as you reach his lips while trailing your fingers down his soft belly to his pants zipper.

"are you sure you want to?" is what he murmurs when you tug at the metal tab. you huff, pulling back to look at him. "do you.. not want me or something sammy?" his hazel eyes look cartoonish the way they bulge outwards. "w-what? of course i do."

you play with the buttons on his shirt as you whisper, "then why are you always acting surprised when i want to be with you?" his pudgy cheeks redden instantly, a hand carding through his curls as he looks anywhere but you. "cause it is surprising for me. i guess." when your face scrunches in confusion he rubs the back of his neck as he continues. "my ex she uh, she cheated on me. and i- i think its because of y'know.. her not being satisfied with my… abilities."

the frown takes over your face instantly, heart sinking at the fact that his insecurities come from a woman who wasn't even faithful to him. you think for a second, the last few months becoming clearer in your mind. "sammy… you know that i think you're really good at sex right?"

"baby, you don't have'ta lie-" "i'm not lying! i swear, sammy. you're the only guy who's ever made me finish." he blinks up at you, hands tightening on your hips as you rock once on top of him. "i- i am?" you nod sweetly, not being able to help grinding down on him as you feel him fully harden beneath you. a small groan slips out of both of you at the movement.

"mhm.. you make me feel so good sammy. only you" his lips part at your admission before he cradles your face in his chubby hands to pull you down to kiss him. by the time your tongue slips into his mouth you're desperate, rocking back and forth and whining on top of him.

a surge of confidence rushes though your boyfriend as he whispers against your lips, "w-want me to make you feel good right now?" you don't try to fight of your soft moan of anticipation, which causes sammy to buck his hips up involuntarily as you nod.

you both quickly stand up and all clothes are discarded in between needy kisses before settling back onto the couch. you stop him before he can roll you into missionary, his go to position, and you pray that you've reassured him enough that he'll let you try something new.

you scoot around until you're hovering upright on his lap as you face away from him. you glance over your shoulder and bite your lip when you see his eyes glued to your ass. "this okay sammy?" his enthusiastic nod has you giggle, which is quickly cut off by a moan as he guides you to sink down onto his cock.

"jesus- fuck- you feel so good like this baby." sammy babbles already as you start to ride him in reverse cowgirl for the first time. you're crying out his name as he stretches you until you feel him in your throat.

even though you're not face to face, the new position lets you lean back against his soft chest and easily turn your head to kiss him. it's a sloppy kiss that has your hips faltering when he starts grinding upwards to meet each of your bounces. "oh god- so big sammy ooohh god-!" you yelp when he reaches around to rub your clit just how you taught him to, which you reward with a "just like that- mhm-! so good sammy."

sammy starts to whine into your mouth when you clench around him. "tell me that you're making me feel good. say it sammy." he hesitates for a second before you bend down and gently cup his balls that sit just below where he's touching your clit. he chokes out a groan before nodding in agreement. "im makin' you feel good baby- makin' you f-feel so good."

you're tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth as you whimper, "so good sammy- best anyone's ever made me feel." he speeds up his thrusts, his thick tip hitting the sensitive spot inside you relentlessly. he breaks your kiss to stick two of the chubby fingers from his free hand in your mouth, humming in satisfaction at you when you suck fervently and look back at him with glossy eyes.

he releases them with a *pop* and brings them to pinch one of your nipples and your orgasm approaches you like the inevitable drop off at a cliff. you feel him puff out his chest a bit against your back. and when he grunts, "yea.. yea- i'm the best you've ever had- hnng - f-fucking this tight pussy better than anyone else has, r-right?", you're a goner. you spasm around him, reaching forward to grab at his knees when your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and you free fall with a shaky moan.

and sammy's right behind you, muttering a few "so good baby, fuck- best ive ever felt." and "gonna fill you up jus how you like it- gonna be so full a'me. only me." the next second your insides are flooded with warmth as he whimpers your name. you shiver at his come filling you to the brim, sending lovely aftershock waves through your body.

you sag back against his chest with a sigh, sammy wraps his strong arms around you, kissing your neck softly. you nuzzle your cheek to the top of his head where is curls lay a little sweaty now. you hold his hand in yours as you smile. "told you you were good at that."

You thought time had slowed down with how long the conversation between the two of you went on. He pleaded for a better explanation, there had to be something more than the same old ‘it’s not you it’s me’ excuse. What could he do to give you guys another fighting change, he’ll change for you in any way that he could. The rational side of you said to just tell him everything, give him the proper closure you would want for yourself. It was too painful to give him the honest truth. How else were you supposed to tell him that you cheated on him with the friend he was worried about in a way that wouldn’t completely break him. 

“Did Robby put you up to this? That guy has always had it out for me.” You shake your head, keeping your lips locked with the dirty secret you would hold on to for as long as you could. And it was enough for him to believe you. 

Maybe blaming Robby would make it easier for you, take more of the guilt off your shoulders. But that wouldn’t be right, because you were fully to blame for cheating. Robby gave you the choice to say no, but you so eagerly gave in. Robby had no active part in your decision to break up with Derrek. He didn’t convince you or badger you to come clean. Robby left all that hard work up to you. He knew you wouldn’t be happy with him if he went on an anti-Derrek parade. His presence alone was enough to remind you of all the wrong you did, and how little you ended up regretting it. You regret nothing about the feeling of Robby deep inside you, riding a pace that brought you to an orgasm that would have been a long lost friend, had he not been so kind to give you the release that you deserve. If Robby treated you like any of his other flings, fuck and forgot all about you, it would of been easier to recover and stay with Derrek.

But nothing had deteriorated between you and Robby. If anything, it drew him closer to you. He is extra tender in the month after your breakup. Sweeter kisses and a softer voice during your low moments. Compensating for being partially to blame. So kind in offering his shoulder to cry on during the aftermath of the breakup, and a cock to ride on when you were feeling extra lonely. You told him that this didn’t mean you were pursuing him, and he agreed. Just a formal agreement between two best friends to be there for each other in every kind of need. The long way of saying that the two of you slowly became friends with benefits. 

But hey— at the end of the day, you’re finally able to have the kind of sex you want.

You’re not sure whose dorm this is. All you know is, after a strenuous lecture, a classmate invited you and Robby to someone’s dorm room for a small get together in your building. In reality, it’s a party in violation of several housing rules. Loud bass almost penetrating the walls, any flat surface covered in red solo cups, a lingering stench of weed, and more than enough people inside to constitute a fire hazard. 

Robby, being an RA and all, could not care less. Not my floor, not my problem; but really who is in charge of this floor, this should have been shut down a long time ago.

Robby disappears somewhere into the bustle, finding an acquaintance to catch up with. You wind your way through the room, occasionally having to apologize for bumping into someone's shoulder. You park yourself at the makeshift bar; an overcrowded kitchen counter with copious amounts of open liquor bottles. Grabbing a cup and pouring the first thing you could get your hands on into a cup. You earned this drink after the month you’ve had. Before the plastic rim can touch your lips, a voice calling out your name over loud music grabs your attention. A voice all too familiar that the blaring song wasn’t covering up enough.

Derrek

What is he even doing here, he doesn’t live in this building! 

You whip yourself around to face him, his figure darkened by the dim lights and store bought neon lights. You can almost make out his weakened face, relieved to see you for the first time in weeks. 

“How are you doing?” He asks.

“‘M ok Derrek, what about you?” Now why would you ask him that.

Derrek goes into an uncomfortably long tangent about his life. Classes, working his internship, how down he’s been, how his friends brought him out to this party to make him feel better. Pressing your lips together and fiddling with the cup in your hand, you wished to be anywhere but here now. The guilt that had finally started to fade was building back up again. Derrek is still oblivious to the real reason you broke up with him. Had he known the real reason, he would have probably gone out of his way to avoid you too. Or maybe not look at you with those sad, puppy dog eyes. It made your heart twist in a way that could have caused real heart palpitations. 

“I miss you… a lot.” The exact words you really could not hear right now. “Are you here with anyone? Maybe we can sit and talk about—”

“Hey, don’t think you can run away from me that quickly.” Like Superman, Robby saves you from drowning in this conversation any longer. Sliding right next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Giving your shoulder a protective squeeze. He is really making a show of it, keeping an arrogant smile and narrowing his eyes on Derrek.

“Oh, what’s up Devon?”

“It’s Derrek…”

“Right, my bad…” Robby, that smug bastard, knew exactly what he’s doing. 

During your break up, Robby never got the chance to gloat in Derrek’s face. You had to beg him not to, not wanting to even think about Derrek or make it worse. Secretly, Robby had been dreaming of the moment. His taller frame looming over Derrek, reminding him he wasn’t good enough to satisfy you. Show off in how he succeeded in where Derrek failed. Put him in his place and send him packing. But, Robby’s a great friend, and kept his distance. 

“Sorry to hear about your guy’s break up… Don’t worry, I’ve been keeping my girl company.” he reassures with a wink. My girl, reminding Derrek who you really belonged to.

And before Derrek is able to get another word in, Robby is already dragging you away to the designated dance floor.

“Nice talking to you Derran! Let’s go dance.” Tangling his fingers with yours and pulling you away from the scariest five minutes of your life. Leaving poor Derrek there, alone with his own suspicions. Narrowing his eyes in your direction, the gears ever so slowly turning.

Robby manages to drag you into a marginally crowded space on the ‘dance floor’ (the open space where a coffee table used to sit between the couch and TV). Letting his hands fall lazily to your hips, making himself known on your body. He starts to sway with the music, lightly guiding you to do the same. Had Robby not been so heroically by your side, you would have felt the burning stare of Derrek’s eyes on your back. Robby knew, in a different universe, where he wasn’t there to pry you two apart, you possibly would have walked away with Derrek. Maybe gotten back together, got married, had the whole nine yards of the white picket fence. He just couldn’t stand to let you settle for that.

“You’re welcome for saving you by the way.” Robby added, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the music.

“Yeah, do you want a medal?” Rolling your eyes but you fail in trying to hide the unease on your face. 

Curiosity coaxes you to attempt to look over your shoulder, back at Derrek. Robby guides you back to look at him with his hand on your cheek. Shaking his head with a low chuckle, one arm wraps around your waist and pulls you in closer to him. Torsos pressed together, building a heat from the increased movement in trying to stay on beat with the song. Robby leans in close, nose grazing your cheek as his lips hover near your ear. 

“We can go if you want— don’t even know why he’s here.” He asks. 

Robby’s eyes flick up for a brief moment over your shoulder. He can see Derrek is still standing on the other side of the room, just enough space for him to have a clear view of the two of you. Derrek’s expression is stony, probably having lost all the joy in his face when you left him. Robby was eating it up. Feeding off the fact that Derrek is still so hung up on you, he’s going to spend his time at a party watching you dance with Robby. The two men lock eyes for a second, but it’s enough for Derrek to finally connect the dots. Robby smirks and holds in an evil chuckle. 

All the while you shake your head in response to Robby’s question. You wanted a little break from the grey area you’ve been living in; somber from your breakup but over the moon with the great sex Robby has been giving you. I deserve to have fun at this fucking party, not thinking about Derrek, you thought.

“No, I want to stay and dance.” Robby heard you loud and clear.

You reach your arms up and around Robby’s neck, pulling each other close, closing your eyes to feel the beat of the music. Wrapping his arms around you, Robby holds you in a way that feels so protective and comforting you soften in his hold. While at the same time, Robby doesn’t stop staring at Derrek. So purposeful where he puts his hands, dangerously low on your hips. He traces them over your curves, thick fingers running over denim. Large hands grabbing at the curve of your ass and squeezing. You’re too lost in the moment to care about how handsy Robby had suddenly become. He must be feeling the moment too. 

One hand stays squeezing the mound of flesh, the other running up and down your body. Vivid memories of all the times Robby had you underneath him, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy as you cry out his name. It’s intoxicating, not only because you’re so perfect, but also because he loves showing off in Derrek’s stupid face that he won. 

The music starts to pick up, louder and heavier in bass. Robby spins you around in his arms, back pressing up against his chest. He pulls your hips back, ass brushing up against the budding hard on in his pants. In any other situation, you’d roll your eyes at how predictable he is. But you are completely immersed with the energy of the room as it picks up. Grinding your ass against him, reaching your hands back to hold on to him. You're playing into Robby’s little display for Derrek without even knowing it. 

Poor guy, probably wishing he was right in my spot, Robby thought to himself. Derrek had the choice to look away, leave the party and erase what he’s seen from his mind. But all he does is stand and look, hopeless.

Planting one kiss on your cheek, then your jaw, then right on to the spot of your neck that made you feel buzzy inside. That sweet smile on your face is enough to make Derrek’s heart break just a little bit more. Robby nips at your skin, knowing exactly how you like it. In such a raunchy manner, Robby’s hand finds your breast. Giving it a firm squeeze and kneading it. 

Making a real show of it for poor Derrek. What a greedy son of a bitch Michael Robinavitch is. 

For the brief moment Robby looks away from Derrek and back at you, you look so care free. Dancing against him, holding him, being yourself with him. It stirs his mind in a way that he has not considered. Why he aches to have you all to himself. Rearing himself over your shoulder, guiding your lips to his. The soft, plush skin of your lips is enveloped by his. You melt into his touch, reaching to pull him in for a deeper kiss. 

Between licks and kisses, you’re able to mumble a few words that Robby can barely pick up. 

“There’s a bathroom over there…”

But the message is well received. 

Giggling, blitzed on all the grinding and touching, you drag Robby in the direction of the bathroom. The last thing Derrek sees is your wide grin and Robby flashing him his middle finger, before you disappear behind a closed door. 

As soon as the door locks with a click, the pair of you are back on each other. Tongues fighting to taste each other. Pressed against the sink counter first, then turned on to your stomach. Facing the mirror, Robby pushes him up against you from behind. Your eyes follow him in the mirror, hands trailing over any exposed skin and studying your figure. With a mutual understanding, you both start to undo and pull down your pants. Robby takes a moment to appreciate your ass, in those panties you knew drove him crazy. Black and lacy, you must have had plans for after lecture, regardless of coming to this party. He traces a middle finger up the seam of your cunt, feeling the soaked fabric. Already so ready for him. 

He pushes the fabric to the side and sinks in his middle finger, forcing a moan from your lips. Gliding his finger to get a feel of warm and silky walls. Adding another finger into the mix to really stretch you a bit more. 

“Got all wet just from grinding on me baby? Didn’t know you wanted it that bad…” he mused. 

His eyes never breaking with his fingers in your cunt, obsessed with watching how much of your slick coats his fingers. He plunges himself in deep, feeling the pulse of your walls. Robby wishes the music wasn’t so loud; so he can hear the sweet sound of our pussy gushing around his fingers. You whine when he pushes up against a particularly sensitive spot and drags away from it slowly. 

“Please Robby— no teasing.” you plead, hips moving back to try and fuck yourself on his fingers. Who knew how much time you had before someone came banging on the bathroom door.

He pulls himself out quickly, clicking his teeth in disapproval. You never are the most patient. 

Keeping his eyes locked on to yours in the mirror, he slips the two digits past his lips. Licking and sucking your arousal off his skin. It added kindling to that growing fire in your belly. And Robby knew exactly you were at a breaking point. Pulling your panties down and letting them pool around your ankles, he pushes his boxers down just enough to let his cock free.

Sweetly moving your hair over your shoulder, peppering kisses up the column of your neck as he slides himself past your folds. The loud music is enough to drown out your noises from the rest of the party. You groan when Robby finally fills you in, hilted and hips pushing into your ass to get in as deep as he could. It is the best kind of feeling, the best kind of drug to be on. With his hands on your shoulders, he pushes you over the sink and rocks his hips. Not wasting time to go slow, snapping his hips and fucking you with a strong pace. Your hand presses against the mirror, bracing yourself to keep you from colliding headfirst into said mirror. 

“My needy girl… making a show of herself all over me in front of Derrek… You must have really not liked the pipe he was laying, huh sweetheart?” He manages to taunt into your ear through grunts and moans. Sick words that antagonize you, but turn you on even more. Walls clenching around him and sucking him back in with each thrust. 

You’re being fucked too hard to properly compute what he was saying. Raking your mind to make sense of it. Was Derrek watching? Why didn’t Robby say anything?

“No— just wanted to be close to you Robby…”

“Oh really baby? Because I saw how much Derrek was looking… watching my girl dance with me. Letting me touch her body…” he so expertly punctuated his words with the jolt of his hips. The tip of his cock managing to kiss the surface of your cervix. Maybe you did know Derrek was watching, and somehow Robby poisoned you enough to want to show off too. 

He snakes his hand around your neck and pulls you back onto him. Feeling your rapid heartbeat when his fingertips press into your veins, just enough to make you feel hazy in the head. The kind of thing Derrek would have never dreamed of doing to you. But Robby knew what you liked and never had to ask. 

“You should have seen his face baby, so sad that it wasn’t his cock you were grinding your ass on…” adding a brief swat on your ass.

Your fluids are leaking down your thighs, making a mess of yourself and Robby. His free hand finds its home on your clit. Thumbing circles on the sensitive bud to bring you closer to the edge. You cry out his name, chanting it like a prayer that is going to save your life. And when that spark in your core finally goes off, sending your orgasm flooding over you, it basically is life saving. You forget just for a minute that you’re at a party, and this is a strangers bathroom that you were defiling. Twitching in his arms as he keeps his pace going, overstimulating you until he catches his own high. Spurts of his seed filling your cunt, another stake of his claim over you. 

Robby, having not released his hand from your throat just yet, pulls you in for another deep kiss. The faint taste of you still lingering on his tongue. He holds you just for a moment longer, panting into your ear. A slightest sheen of sweat covers your foreheads. 

It’s this kind of moment of elation that makes you admit that you have no regrets of dumping Derrek. Yeah, you and Robby aren’t dating, but this is more than enough to have taken at the moment. Robby pulls himself away, bending down to pull your panties and jeans back up. A soft kiss to your shoulder before he starts to fix himself up as well. You’re not sure how long you were hogging the bathroom, you hope there isn’t a line or anything.

Finally straightened out, you open the door and close it behind you and Robby. You’re only able to take a couple of steps forward before almost bumping into someone. 

“Oh sorry—” 

So conveniently face to face with Derrek once again. Mirroring wide eyes to each other. His eyes darted between you, Robby, and the once occupied bathroom. No one had to say anything that didn’t finally confirm his beliefs; Robby was going to be the downfall of his relationship. You wanted to crumble and explain yourself to him, the cat is already out of the bag, there’s no going back. 

“Were you two—”

“Sorry Derrek, we’re going to bounce. Gonna take her back to my room.” He winks at Derrek, snaking his arm around your waist and bringing you close. “Have a good night though!”

Robby really had a way with rubbing it in.

But at least he finally got Derrek’s name right.

The three words that stuck to your brain throughout the entirety of 15 minutes. You were glad your face was pushed into the pillow and partially covered by your hair. Or else your boyfriend would see the flat expression that you couldn’t manage to cover up. Playing off your ‘pleasure’ with fake high pitched moans. It’s good enough to fool him, make him feel like he’s really doing something. 

“Oh gosh I’m gonna—!” He chokes on his words as his hips come to a halt. Forcing you deeper into the pillow and mattress as his hips stutter. Dumping another sad, sad load into the condom.

A deep sigh left your lips, as you rolled over on to your back. Your boyfriend pulled out and sat on his heels, panting like a dog. A stark difference in who really got to feel it tonight. 

This is how the routine went on. You enter his dorm room, while his roommate is gone for the evening. Laze around on the cramped bed, converse about your days, then go straight into the act. You grew to— you had to grow to get used to it. Did you enjoy it, like it? Like is a very strong word. Of course, you cherished every moment with your boyfriend. But after the ill-fated honeymoon phase passed, a deep pit had started to form in your stomach. One that screamed concerns from its very depths. 

But you aren’t shallow, never will be. You know there is more to a relationship than sex. He got you flowers on every date. Held doors open for you. You liked the way his fingertips felt when they ran over your scalp. You can learn to enjoy mediocre sex. Maybe he just had to be trained a little more. 

Who were you kidding? Why should you have to train your own boyfriend on how to make you feel good?

“So uh— did you finish too baby?” You cringed at the question. Sweet, simple Derrek. Too lost in his own pleasure that he couldn’t tell, in the last few weeks, you had not been able to finish with him at all. Forcing you to take the burden of saving his ego by lying to him everytime. 

“Yeah, yeah I did. Thank you, honey.” Forcing a soft smile on to your lips as you give his arm a soft pat. 

And on with the routine; exchanging a few kisses, pulling clothes back on, and getting ready to slip out the door. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah baby?” He asked, holding the door open. The dim light of the dorm hall contrasted with the bright, warm light of his dorm room.

“Yeah. Yeah, maybe. I might have to study extra tomorrow night for my microbiology exam on Friday. But, I’ll call your line.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re studying with Robby— You know I don’t like that guy.”

You turn your body to start walking away. Really to hide the massive eyeroll. “How many times have I told you not to worry about Robby?”

You finally slip away from the dorm. Hearing the heavy, wooden door shut behind you as you trail down the hallway, a deep weight lifts off your shoulders. Finally dropping the act that came with every intimate night. The act of pretending that you didn’t want to shake him and scream to finally make you finish. To listen to your needs for a change. Throw in a spank in or something. Call you anything but your name.

You float out of the building, walking through dark courtyards with students lingering around walking to the library or back to their own dorm. Not much is on your mind as you aimlessly stroll. Thinking about what to eat in your little stash of snacks. If it’s time to do laundry. If you’d have to let your fingers slip into your panties to feel some kind of release. Mundane. That’s all it felt like after evenings with your boyfriend. Not magical, blissful, or euphoric.

It’s not long until you are on the floor of your dorm room. Passing by closed doors, old flyers start to peel off the walls. As you approach your door, reaching into your bag for your keys, your eyes drift to the final door at the very end of the hall.

Resident Assistant | Michael Robinavitch 

Do Not Knock After 9 PM! - robby

Your lips curled up from its original thin line. You knew Robby would make an exception this one time. It’s only 9:07 anyway. He always knew how to lift your spirits.

Fleeting past 3 doors, standing in front of Robby’s. Knuckles rapping against cool wood. A muffled groan on the other side, followed by subtle padding of footsteps leading up to the door.

“How many times do I have to tell you people… Read the sign—” As the door opens, Robby rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. Stopped in his slight annoyance from your surprise visit. Leaning against the door as he softens.

“Well good evening to you too, Robert. Am I interrupting your 9 PM bedtime? ” you ask with a fake pout.

“Never sweetheart.”

The mere presence of you is enough to turn Robby’s evening indifference into something sweeter. Reciprocating your smile with a slanted smirk of his own. Jerking his head backwards, motioning for you to come in. l told you to stop calling me Robert, slipping from his lips as a mumble. 

Slipping your shoes off and dropping your bag by the door. Your body finds its new home in Robby’s bed. Falling back into the mattress, that is somehow more comfortable than yours, humming at the easing feeling on your back. And Robby is quick to flop right next to you. Lean arm folding under his head, giving him room to slide right next to you. Pressing your sides against each other. Your head rests on his arm as a cushion as you lean into his body.

According to other people (anyone that isn’t you and Robby), this is not how two friends hang out. Friends don’t cuddle, which you weren’t cuddling anyways. It’s for body heat, and dorm beds are tiny; there's only so much space to go around. 

Ok, maybe the both of you cuddle. Just a little bit. Locking arms, tangling legs, occasionally falling asleep in that position after long nights of studying. It’s for bonding! It’s hard to make meaningful friendships in med school. Everyone either is too busy to hang out, or lives too high up on a self-proclaimed pedestal. And that’s why Robby is your closest friend. Best friends even, that occasionally cuddle, sleep in each other's bed, and give the off handed kiss on the cheek. Completely platonic. Anyone who thought you were more was overthinking it. Especially your boyfriend, who was not too happy when you would catch you sitting too close for his comfort. 

“Friends don’t call each other honey and sweetheart!” Derrek would say.

Yes they totally can. 

“What happened to your night out with your boyfriend? What’s his name, Connor? Brian?” Feigning interest in his eyes.

“It’s Derrek, don’t be a dick Robby. And it ended a little earlier than I thought. So why not pay a visit to my second favorite guy?”

“You must have the wrong room because Freddie Prinze Junior isn’t in here.” You roll your eyes and bite back an annoyed smile. With the uneventful time you had with your boyfriend, you were not in the mood for more jokes. Rolling your body over to let yourself out.

Robby whines, grabbing at your forearm to pull you back in. Pulling you back to the position you were previously in; cradled into his side as you rest on his tricep.

“Heyyy, I’m joking. You know I have all the time for you. What’s on your mind?” He said while nudging your side with his hip.

With a huff, you sit up and press your back against the cool wall, pulling your knees to your chest. Shaking your head, searing denial into your brain. Robby was not the right person to talk to about your bedroom troubles. As much as you want to.

“It’s nothing. Just didn’t feel like going back to my dorm.” But Robby knew you better than that. He egged you on, pushing and prodding you to tell him more. What did you really have to hide from him? He told you everything and as did you. Even though he loved to tease and poke fun at you, he never tried to judge you.

Biting on the inside of your cheek, you look at him cautiously. “If I tell you this, you cannot tell it to anyone else. Like at all.”

“Oh, so I can’t tell Freddie Prinze Junior?”

You smack his arm. “I’m being serious Robby!”

“Ok, ok fine— What’s the matter?” Robby moves himself up, just like you did. Back against the wall and knees slightly bent. Taking a hand to hook under your bent knee and pulling your legs to drape over his lap.

You groan and lean your head against the wall. Squeezing your eyes shut as embarrassment began to creep up your face. As open as you are with Robby, admitting anything about your sex life with your boyfriend was hard. Maybe it’s because you were trying to be serious with Derrek. And vowed to not give Robby any ammunition in order to make him get along with your boyfriend. But the dull sex was weighing on you. You had no one else to vent to about it. 

“For the past few weeks, maybe a month… Derrek has not been able to…” your hands roll in motion. “Finish the job. My job, per say.”

Robby’s eyebrows scrunch, that smart doctor brain of his took a few seconds to catch your drift. His lips turned into that sickening smirk that you knew all too well. He was not going to let you live this down. 

“You’ve been letting that bonehead have sex with you and not let you finish?” He taunts the idea in the form of a deep laugh. You wanted to give him another swat on the arm for laughing. But, you knew better because you knew he was right to laugh. To develop an inside joke with you for later down the line with this new information. Something that will cause him to give you a knowing look anytime he is in the same vicinity as Derrek. A very, I know something you don’t know I know, look. One that came with a shit eating grin.

“It’s not that he’s not letting me finish, I just don’t think he really knows that I’m not finishing…”

Robby dips his head down to level his eyes with yours, eyes that have been avoiding his ever since the conversation started. 

“Are you telling him that you finished?” You nod sheepishly. He stifles a giggle behind his lips, shaking his head to shake away how much knowing your own boyfriend can’t satisfy you is elating him. 

Robby always knew that Derrek was not going to be good enough for you. You were a med student, top of your class during your undergrad. And he was just some guy. So uninteresting in Robby’s eyes, he didn’t know his major or care to remember his name. Robby can do a way better job, but he never really admits that to himself. Usually too busy with his roster full of other girls pawing their way to the top to even consider why he thought he would be a better choice for you. 

“So what— his dick too small? Or he’s a minute man?” Robby asks, another nudge with his elbow, egging you on for more. He is one of the nosiest men you know. But that’s because it was so easy to get the words flowing from you. So trusting of Robby you have no fear in telling him every detail.

“He lasts as long as he can! He kind of sounds cringey? When we have sex. I don’t know, hearing him grunt was not as hot as I thought it would be. He sounds like a pig. But any time we have sex, it’s just that. Not that exciting or freaky… It’s so vanilla.”

And there came the flood gates. Weeks of sexual frustration coming out in the form of broken words. Airing out everything to Robby. From how vanilla sex had been feeling, to how your boyfriend refuses to acknowledge foreplay as an important part of sex.

Just as Robby hypothesized; Derrek is fucking boring. He knew that from the very beginning. Hence, why he knew nothing about him, and didn’t care to know anything about him. And with this new information, he wanted to laugh harder than he should. Tease and rub it in your face that he knew all along that this guy was not right for you. To ditch him, find someone more in tune with your needs and intelligence. 

But Robby is a good friend, he wasn’t going to rub it in your face. At least not tonight, maybe tomorrow after a lecture. It hurt just seeing his best friend not get treated the way she deserves. He brings a comforting hand to your knee, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of your jeans.

“I just don’t know what to do! I don’t want to have to teach him how to have good sex. And it feels like it’s been so long since I’ve had good sex that I don’t even know what good sex looks like!” You whine. 

“What exactly are you missing?”

It felt shameful to admit, shallow. Admitting that you felt entitled to something more than a kiss and fuck.

“Well he doesn’t… he doesn’t do any of the things I want to do…” It’s too late to look sheepish in front of Robby. You were so willing to tell him about your bedroom troubles. He motioned you to keep going, more detail. Robby never liked vague details.

“He’s never eaten me out… or ever really does it the way I like too.” You get quieter with each word, shrinking into yourself. What a humiliation ritual, admitting to yourself and your friend how unsatisfied you have become in your relationship.

“And how exactly do you like it?” he pried, really interrogating you this evening.

“Like, toss me around or something! Pull my hair, I don't care!” Begging and pleading to the room. And Robby heard you loud and clear. 

“Poor girl, you really do have it the worst don’t you?” he said with a taunting frown.

“God, why did I even come to talk to you? What would you know…” 

A deep chuckle erupts from his throat again. Relishing how easy it is for Robby to push your buttons. You enjoy it though, enjoy that Robby doesn’t try to put up a nice guy act. He can meet you at your level and try to bait you into giving it back to him. 

“I’ll have you know I am a very generous person in bed. Always make sure the girl I’m with gets a chance to meet the finish line too.”

You narrow your eyes, mind whirling around how hard you found it to believe in his own words. Robby has always had a reputation of trying to sleep with any pretty thing that walked on two legs. You even had the misfortune of walking in on him and his fling of the week once or twice. He was known to sleep around. So, your mind wanted to fill in the blanks by thinking he was selfish in bed. Who can blame him? Robby was handsome and knew how to use his words well. As much as you want to be Michael Robinavitch’s number one hater, you heard the subtle whispers of girls talking about what he could actually do in bed. You refused to believe it, you know the real Robby.

“Really? Michael Robinavitch, the man that can’t seem to commit to one person for more than a month, has enough care in his heart to treat a girl right in bed?”

“Yeah, I’m wounded that you don’t believe me.”

“Because you’re full of shit.”

“Nope. If I was your boyfriend, you’d be creaming around my cock every night.” The way he said it so casually. Like it was just another passing thought in his mind. Talking to you like it would have no effect on you. It did have an effect on you, a big one. Widening your eyes in bewilderment, how could he just say that to you? Out of the blue?

You were put into fawn mode. Fingers freezing in an invisible grip, heat rising up your neck and flooding into the plush skin of your cheeks. Warm air catches in your throat, fighting with the urge to say anything back to him. The words are lost on you, he got you right under his thumb. Trapping you in a corner where you simply can’t move on from what he said. His forwardness and confidence gave your heart a little skip. As close as the two of you were, the topic of sex was never a hot one. Maybe a jab about being up too late because of sex. But this was new territory for you. 

“Yeah right… Ha ha very funny.” At this time of night, you weren’t really in a joking mood. Especially jokes at the expense of your own pleasure, which you had been seeking out for so long. 

“I’m not joking. If you’d let me, I’d show you a good time.” Robby’s hand that was once a comfort on your knee, slowly slid down to your thigh. His fingertips felt more of your warmth as they slipped to find comfort between your thighs. He managed to stay a respectful distance from your core, but close enough to make you aware of Robby’s growing intentions. Hooking his hold around your thigh, giving you a firm squeeze on your thigh. Your body instinctively pressed your thighs together.

“Stop Robby that tickles. Your room is so fucking dirty, you really need to clean it…” You were quick to try and change the subject. 

Robby was leaning in closer, eyes connecting with yours once again. His warm breath fanned against your face. A part of you was screaming inside to pull away, this is turning into a weird direction. You have a somewhat, semi-serious boyfriend. You pride yourself on loyalty. But that little devil on your shoulder was more convincing. Just hear him out. See what he has to offer. He’s your best friend, why wouldn’t he be telling you the truth? 

“You know I wouldn't lie to you sweetheart. Cross my heart.” His voice dropped to that boyish tone he would use to sway your opinion. A cute smile and a little sparkle in his eyes. Like a god damn puppy that was begging you to take them home. 

And before you could think further, his free hand reaches for yours, intertwining fingers. His large hand envelops yours as he pulls it to his lips. Goosebumps spread over your skin as warm lips press against soft skin. Traveling from the top of your hand, to the bottom of your wrist. A tender type of kiss you weren’t completely used to, especially from Robby. It powered down your defenses, tense shoulders relaxing. You were deprived of this kind of sweet intimacy, weakened by a need for more than the standard. Your eyes followed his movements, kissing your skin and petting at your thigh. Robby started leaning in closer, maneuvering his body to wedge himself between your thighs. Lips traveling up your arm, skipping to your neck. It sparked the long lost warmth in between your thighs that you haven’t properly felt in a long time. 

“Robby… we— I shouldn’t…” You stifle a mewl as he nips at the skin of your neck. “This isn’t right… ‘m with Derrek.” But your body betrayed your words. Softening underneath him as he slowly kissed up to your burning cheek. 

“I won’t tell, I know you won’t… just wanna show you what feeling good really feels like. It’s for science. ‘S that ok baby?” His voice is ringing in your head. Squeezing your eyes shut to try and rationalize it. “It’s not really cheating.”

For science, please. It’s so wrong, so so so so wrong. You crossed the line of cheating when he kissed your hand. Derrek has been nothing but good to you.But you’re buzzing with excitement. A slick forming in your panties that you were sure if Robby found, he wouldn’t let you live it down.

Robby hovered his lips above yours, a sliver of space between you. The slightest movement will close the gap, seal the deal of your betrayal. The logical side of your brain is telling you to stop and shake your head. Run away to your dorm and act like none of this ever happened. 

“Talk to me sweetheart. Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes Robby… please…” 

Who gives a fuck, you’re a girl with needs. And Robby is offering to help you meet those needs. 

With no time to waste, Robby’s lips seal onto yours. Licking himself into your mouth, teeth scraping together as his tongue swipes over yours. The lingering taste of coffee and toothpaste trickling onto your tongue. It was delicious, more than you should like. Tasting Robby’s day on his tongue. Nervous hands reaching up to Robby’s stomach, feeling his body through the boundary of a loose cotton t-shirt he used for sleeping. You can feel Robby smiling into your kisses, amused how you were so in tune with him already. He pulled away briefly, making you whine softly as he pulled the shirt from over his head. 

You have seen Robby shirtless countless of other times. This setting should be nothing new, but it was daunting on your mind. His knees perched between your legs, forcing you to stay spread open for him. A growing bulge in Robby’s sweatpants rutted against the fabric. Physical proof he wanted this just as much. You didn’t know you wanted it too, more so you felt your body pulling you in Robby’s direction. Taking you further and further away from Derrek. 

Robby brought his lips back to yours, licking at the seam, pushing his tongue past your lips to take its place against your tongue. Your mind growing a fog you don’t realize he plucked the button of your jeans, pulling the garment down past your knees and over your ankles. An unforgiving wet spot forming on your cotton panties. The cute white ones with pink lace on the waistband. 

“It’s like you knew this was going to happen didn’t you? Wearing cute panties for me.” He teased, tickling his fingertips on your navel. Threatening to go lower and lower. 

“It’s not for you Robby.”

“Yeah, but I bet I appreciate it more than he does, right?”

Your silence was a good enough answer for him. Looping his fingers under the hem of fabric and pulling it down slowly. Robby watches intently as it glides against your smooth skin. Like nothing, the panties disappear behind him, into the void with your jeans. Robby lets a deep, content sigh escape his lips. Sitting back on his heels as he takes in the sight of your drooling pussy.  Priding himself on how easily he made you a dripping mess. His hand caresses the nook of your thigh, traveling up to feel the warmth above your pussy. Robby pressed his thumb against your aching clit. A firm press, before beginning slow circles. Using your slick as a lubricant to easily glide the pad of his thumb around your clit. 

The muscles of your legs tighten and shake all at the same time. It's as if he was using your clit as a joystick, stirring your body to be at his mercy. With a swift motion, Robby’s free hand pokes two fingers at the slit of your cunt. You gasp, finally moving your eyes to watch as he slides the long digits between your folds. Silent squelching as his thick fingers rub against velvety walls. Struggling to hold in a moan, pathetic whines fails you. 

“Does that feel good baby? When I rub your clit and finger your soaking pussy.” It was vulgar the way he was describing it to you. Forcing you to picture it every way you can. You want to shake your head no, just to prove him wrong and remind yourself your boyfriend will always have your heart. But you’re not a liar. It felt good, amazing even. The most you’ve felt in a very long time. 

“I think she’s enjoying it very much.” Robby answers for you. Easing the pace on your pussy, curling his fingers up against that particular spot with each thrust of his hand. “Pussy is practically crying for me. I think she wants more… What about you honey… Do you want more?”

Never in the months that you have been dating Derrek, had he ever asked if you wanted more. Watching as Robby toys with your heat, you nod your head slowly. Eyes never moving from his movements to not miss what he does to you for a beat. His smile widens, perking his cheeks up. Robby is eating up seeing you unraveling for him in a way he thought he would never have the pleasure of seeing one day. 

He dips his head down, a quick swipe of his tongue up against your slit. Collecting your wetness on his tongue. You groaned and rolled your head back. Robby filled the gap between your clit and finger-stuffed slit by sucking his lips against the free space. Overloading your senses, feeling all of Robby against your pussy. Using everything he could possibly have, with the exception of his dick. He tasted the tart fluid in his mouth, humming into your flesh with satisfaction. Not too sweet, but not sour at all. The right taste that spurred him on to eat more of you. Robby gave his thumb a rest, replacing it with this mouth. Sucking on the bud and rolling his tongue against it. 

It felt like hours he had been ravishing at your sex, dizzying your head and eliciting mindless moans and cries from you. Music to his ears, sounds that he knew your boyfriend never heard genuinely. It will be etched in his brain for the rest of his waking life. Shaking knees coming to a halt when Robby finally pulls away, wiping your arousal away from his chin with the back of his hand. It was over too soon for you. He got you so close to the brink, why was he pulling away now. Bringing yourself to your elbows, huffing as he pauses.

It was rewiring his brain, staring at your soaked cunt. He remembered how it pulsed around his fingers during each movement. He swooped in to save you from Derrek at the right time.

“That good, huh baby? We can go two ways; I keep sucking on your sweet girl and make you cum on just my tongue, or make you cream around my cock. Just like how I promised.” he proposed, leaning himself back in to loom over you. His hands started at your thighs, pushing up to your stomach, slipping under the top you had left on.

Any reasonable girl that loved their boyfriend would realize how wrong this was and stop it. You should have stopped it a long time ago. You were a broken record in your own head; screaming at yourself to finish this and go back to Derrek. Admit defeat and learn to love the sex you had. It’s a shame, everyone has their vices, and this was becoming yours. 

“Don’t break your promise to me now, Robby.” 

He smiles smugly, tugging his sweatpants away and letting them fall off the bed. No boxers, nothing to give you a moment to adjust the sight of him. Long cock bobbing in the air, rosy tip that had the smallest drip of precum. What a whore, of course he doesn’t wear underwear to bed. Robby was consistent in proving your own prophecies wrong. He was much more well endowed than Derrek had been. You pull your top over your head, reaching around to unclip and slip your bra away from your body. In all your naked glory, Robby celebrated in his head. Plush curves and supple skin, how could your boyfriend fail in giving your body the best is deserved?

Robby pumps his cock a few times, inching closer to line himself up with your slit. When his tip finally prodded your folds, it made a sickeningly wet sound. Coating his tip in all of your built up sin. He reveled in the feeling of your pussy on his cock. Rolling his head back as he sunk deeper and deeper. Hips pressing into yours, the most skin contact the two of you have ever made outside of cuddling. The depths that his cock was able to reach pulled out a noise you didn’t know you could make. Raw and hungry, mewling as he stretched you out to a new size. You braced yourself by grabbing on to his forearm. Pressing your eyes shut to see the white stars in your vision. 

Robby started to roll his hips into yours, pulling his cock out half way then burying himself back to the hilt. His well tamed bush tickles your skin. He grabbed under your thighs, splitting you out and open. A deep stretch in your hip joint as he gave himself a better angle to thrust into.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck… Robby!” you try to keep your cries hushed, not wanting to rudely wake up anyone else on the form floor. 

The lustful sounds of skin slapping on skin as he deepens his stroke and quickens his pace. It echoed in your ears and pushed away any thought of your boyfriend. Large hand grabbing at your chin, squishing cheeks to get a good grip to guide your face up from the bed. 

“Open your eyes baby, you wanted this, why aren’t you watching?” A comforting stroke of his thumb as your eyes obediently open. 

Looking down to watch, the base of his cock disappears inside your pussy as he drags himself out and pushes back in. It was intoxicating, forcing yourself with the realization that this is what you were asking for. Begging the universe to give you one night of good sex. You held yourself up, eyes flicking from his face to your weeping cunt. It mirrored Robby, who was savoring the way you bit on your lip to stifle every little noise that came out of you. 

“Say it..” He managed to say between his own grunts and moans.

“S-Say what…”

“That I’m better.”

Smug mother fucker. He can’t just enjoy the moment and let you feel good. He has to keep rubbing it in that you’re willingly cheating on your boyfriend with your best friend. His thumb presses down on your clit, quick to make smooth circles around the needy bud again. Like pressing a button to get the words to come out of you. The sensations that brewed in your core were more than you were used to handling.

“Shit! Robby… you’re better!” 

He leans in close, the hand that was holding your face grabbing a fistfull of hair and giving it a taut tug. The mild pain on your scalp went straight to your core, walls squeezing down around him. A dark chuckle erupting from his throat.

“Better at what, dirty girl?”

He was stirring the pot with his words, berating and shaming you. You liked— loved it. Making you get off on your unfaithfulness. Another tug with his hand, the pressure of his thumb on your clit getting harder.

“You’re better at fucking me! You’re so much better Robby.”

“That’s my girl.” He praised. 

That long lost knot inside you grew tighter and tighter. Toes curling as he thrusted into you like he was on a mission. As that knot snaps, you finally come around his cock, that deep loss of dissatisfaction is no more. It’s fireworks in your core, writhing in his hold as he fuck you through your orgasm. He kisses your bare shoulders and necks, whispering praises into your ears as he chases his own high. 

“Such a good girl… Being a slut for me and letting me show you how good you can feel…”

His grip on your hair and thigh tighten, the edges of his fingernails sure to leave a mark later down the line. Rutting his hips into yours as his thrusts become uneven. Robby catches his release. Spurts of warm liquid flood your insides, painting your walls with his load. You couldn’t have cared less that he didn’t use a condom. It was worth it to experience the cloud you were floating on called bliss. Derrek is finally an afterthought. The shortlasting euphoria was worth it. Even though, when you lie awake tonight, you’ll remember what you have done.

Robby pulled himself away, a trail of your juices mixed together and coating his cock. A dripple of cum starting to leak from your slit. Catching his breath, he slides himself next to you, running his arm under your neck to pull you in close. A soft kiss on your forehead. For how wrong he was for making you cheat, he still made you feel good about it in some ways. Knowing he would be ready to comfort you in any way you’d ask when you eventually dump your boyfriend.

“So… what did we learn today?” he asks.

“It’s way better when you do it.”

a/n pt2: hello taglist i have not used in a long time LMAO