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frank bought beers and you offer to make cookies so these guys all come over to you baking in your cute dress and ofc they’re all grappling to introduce themselves and talk with you. “So you’re the girl Frank’s always talking about.” with a toothy smile and a slow look up and down. “Nice to meet you, gorgeous.”

robby is always giving you stern looks and low warnings and shaking his head when he catches you flirting back… “Behave yourself.” “I am!” “

jack on the other hand is glaring daggers into the guys when they get too handsy or say something too bold. will hear some douchey low voice along with yours coming from the kitchen and will walk right in and make direct eye contact with the guy and say “You were saying?” all steely w a raised brow…

pats his lap for you to sit with him and rubs his hands up and down your thighs and gruffly murmurs in your ear “Those boys treating you nice? You sure?” Looks unconvinced when you insist they are but still nods. “Alright. You tell me if anything happens. And don’t be afraid to sock ‘em in the jaw yourself, pumpkin.”

robby lowkey not liking them coming around!! frank will ask to invite them and he’ll make a face and say “You know how I feel about those boys.” …and he has his favorites that he thinks are most respectful/least horny for you… will try to barter “All of them? How bou’t just Liam and Tyler.” sometimes he will really put his foot down. Will say that Jack is coming over for a barbecue and will cut frank off the moment he opens his mouth. “You can invite two of your buddies. This is a casual dinner, not a fucking fraternity party.”

“fuck yes, baby. keep making those pretty noises f’me. such a good girl, my pretty girl.” robby groans into your shoulder, attacking the area with soft wet kisses as his pace increases.

and you don’t know why but that makes something in you snap and your eyes well up with tears that you try your best to fight back but they fall anyway.

robby hears the sniffling and his head snaps up to examine your face, his deep brown eyes filled with concern and a little fear as they meet yours.

his hips all but slow to a stop as he cradles the side of your face with his hand, “hey hey, what’s all this, baby?” robby coos, stroking away a stray tear you just couldn’t stop.

“i just–” you sniffle again, unable to find the words to properly articulate how you’re feeling.

robby’s face crinkles with concern, “am i hurting you? you should’ve said, sweetheart. i would’ve stopped if i knew i was–” robby starts to pull out but you push him back in with your legs around him and shake your head.

“no no, it’s not that. it just, it feels really good.” you sob, suddenly feeling a bit silly you try and hide your face in your hair but robby stops you, grabbing your chin making you look at him.

a smile tugs at robby’s face and honestly that makes you feel worse, embarrassed even. “aw my sweet girl getting a bit emotional?” robby faux pouts, reaching down to kiss at another tear that had slipped down your cheek.

“shut up.” you roll your eyes, your cheeks reddening as he kisses the wet streaks down your face, his beard tickling your soft skin making your embarrassment fade away into giggles.

“mm, i love that sound.” robby hums making his way down your face with kisses that lead to your swollen lips. “my girl always makes the prettiest sounds.”

your cheeks redden again, though this time not out of embarrassment but out of pure love for robby and feeling the pure love that he has for you.

guys, i hope this was okay ngl my heart wasn’t really in it i’ve been feeling so shit the last couple of days but i don’t wanna leave u guys hanging so :((

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“you know, mister robinavitch, i don’t think it’s very appropriate to be looking at me the way you do..”

“not sure what your talkin’ about, kid..” robby spoke calmly, back facing you as he popped open a bag of chips and poured them into a bowl.

“do i turn you on, mister robinavitch?”

“stop calling me that..” robby had turned around now, stepping towards you as he spoke lowly, voice raspy and rough.

“why? y’like it?” your voice was soft, yet dripping with innocence. you straightened up from where you had been leaning back on the kitchen counter behind you, moving forward slightly closer to him, your chest practically almost touching his. the room fell silent, before the sound of robby’s heavy breathing was ringing in your ear. you could tell he wanted to say no, but you know that would be a lie. he hasn’t stopped you flirting with him, hasn’t told you the short skirts you’re wearing are too short, hasn’t hidden the slight tenting in his pants every time he catches you sunbathing in your backyard next door.

“dad, c’mon! you’re missin’ the game!” both your heads whipped round to face the slightly ajar kitchen door, the sound of his son’s voice booming from the living room shaking you from what you were both doing—or rather, almost doing.

“won’t be a minute!” robby yelled, before he turned back to you, pupils slightly darkened.

“so? you never answered my question..”

robby just nodded, stepping forward and placing both hands either side of you on the counter, trapping you in front of him. you stared up at him, a wide eyed gaze on your face as you swallowed thickly.

“y’know.. shouldn’t really wear short skirts like that in public, kid.. someone could take advantage of you.. and we wouldn’t want that, now would we, kid?” robby spoke lowly, before dropping one hand from the counter and placed it on your thigh, sliding upwards under your skirt until his thumb brushed against your core. he smiled when he felt how wet you were and leaned forward until his mouth was hovering over your ear, before he spoke again.

“i said.. wouldn’t want anyone to take advantage of you, now would we, kid?”

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laying between your legs, robby had been reading some new medical study on his phone. you were sitting upright against his pillows, scrolling on your own phone. head resting on your stomach, his glasses were tilted down on his nose as you raked a hand through his hair.

"robby?" you hummed, shifting up to see his face.

he kept focus on his phone but hooked an arm around your leg and surfaced a hand over your thigh, "yeah, sweetheart?"

you were aware of robby’s workaholic state, the main cause of cancellations being picked up shifts or extended ones. you were also painfully aware of the casualness of the relationship, but when you had him like this, it was almost impossible to deny his boyfriendability.

“you know how i’m going on that retreat next month? in san diego?” you asked meekly, like you didn’t want to erupt anything in him.

you ran a hand over his chest and he gave your thigh a squeeze, “yes.”

“i know you hadn’t had a vacation in awhile, and i was wondering if you,” you shook your head at yourself, feeling stupid for bringing it up like a proposal. “do you wanna come with?”

the air went still for a moment as you felt yourself involuntarily tense up. your fingers stalled in his hair and your phone had shut off on its own. he was thinking, you could tell by the way his lips pursed.

after a moment, he inhaled sharply, "i don't know, honey. the ed gets busy in the summer."

"s'only four days," you murmured, sounding more defeated than you meant to, "c'mon, baby. always overworking yourself."

your hand ran over his shoulder tiredly as he thought to himself. you felt a bit whiny for pleading, but you really didn't get to spend outside time with robby. at this point, your relationship had culminated to half-asleep booty calls, late drinks at the bar, and maybe a few days of sun.

"you need a vacation... and i wanna spend time with you." you said. "sun will be good for us."

saying that made it seem like there had been something wrong with your relationship. robby and you were good, sweet and cozy, but that wasn't necessarily 100% false. you felt like you hit a wall with him, constantly finding yourself in the confines of his home. mixing it up would be nice.

leaning his head back to look at you, he asked, "it means that much to you?"

"yeah, i want you there." you ran a hand along the middle of his chest, coaxing him up to you. he maneuvered himself up to you and pulled your legs onto his.

finding himself cuddled to your side, he sighed, taking you into his arms, "let me see what i can do. no promises."

a smile grew on your face, your hand rubbing along his beard, "really?"

he nodded, "wanna make my girl happy."

leaning his head down to kiss you, he reached his hand to remove his glasses. you stopped his wrist softly, shaking your head with an uh, uh before pressing your lips to his. he chuckled into it, pushing his body flush against yours.

the vacation was so good to you.

it was sunset walks on the beach. bare feet padding on the sand as the waves swept by, your hand would be intertwined in robby's. you'd gossip about your coworkers, and he'd comment on how interesting your work environment sounded. a kiss to the top of your head, he'd mumble some random fact about seagulls he remembered from when he was younger.

it was drinks at the pool. the shimmer of the afternoon coating your skin, you were dipped in the three-feet zone, sunglasses on and daiquiri in one hand. robby's wet hair dribbled onto his tummy and his prescription sunglasses were perched on his nose.

he was sitting on the ledge, propped up on his hand and legs surrounding you in the water. he had a book in hand, some modern tragedy you urged him to read. every few minutes, he'd steal a sip from your drink, after he had complained that it was too sweet for him.

your head rested against the inside of his thigh as you kicked your legs in the water. humming along to the song that played from the speakers, you grazed your fingers over the hair on his legs. he'd said he wasn't ticklish, but he flinched each time your fingerpads met his skin.

it was sunbathing, falling asleep on the cushions of daybeds with your hand lazily grazing robby's near the ground. robby rubbed suncreen across your back when you were too lazy to do so, mumbling importance of uv protection. you'd kiss him lazily as a thanks, and he commented how he could taste the chlorine on your skin.

"'cause i'm a mermaid," you gave him a big smile before burrying your head back into the towel.

it was a warm bath, where robby had dozed off behind you while you watched some old reality show on the bathroom tv. his pruning fingers stayed intact with yours, refusing to let go under the warm water as snores came from his mouth. you'd snicker, old man, while snapping a photo of his agape mouth and head rested against the porcelain.

it was slinking around in the plush hotel robes. leaning against the railing of your room's balcony, robby and you shared a bottle of cabernet sent by your boss. the sun had already set but the night was still creeping up on you, light blue becoming cerulean against the yellow lights of the resort.

his arm around you, you pressed kisses to his cheek while discussing the optional company events. his hair messy and a goofy grin on his face, you'd insist on taking a photo of him.

and you'd eventually find your robe being slipped off when your bottom hit the bed.

it was meeting your coworkers, ones robby had only been familiar with as characters. your friends were sweet to him, introducing their own significant others, or whoever they had brought.

the "office asshole" made a joke about how robby could've been your father, which you responded to with a quick kiss on robby's lips and an excuse us.

your boss, very intoxicated, had squealed when she saw you and robby. arms wide open, the bright fuschia of her dress hung off her sunkissed arms as she ran to you, her quiet wife trailing behind her.

"the famous dr. robby!' she practically yelled. robby had nodded his head bashfully, taking her hand into a delicate shake. before another martini was calling her, she pointed a red-manicured finger at him, "do not hurt her, i mean it! she's my best team player."

it was, of course, taking advantage of the huge, fancy hotel bed. air conditioning chilly and comforter fluffy, robby and you spent mornings and evenings wrapped up in each other. hands touching every inch of you, he took every move slowly and followed the same pace each round. kisses turned into laughs as time was forgotten, locked behind the door with the rest of your worries.

on the final night, the company was hosting a grand dinner event. robby was more excited than he led on, asking your opinion on different outfits. you were too lazy to properly get ready yourself, doing makeup in bed with your phone as a mirror while offering him critiques. you stayed in your robe while you did your hair too, not bothering to change until the last minute.

by the time you did have to dress up, robby was facing the mirror, fixing up his shirt. glasses still on, the crows feet by his eyes were pronounced as he squinted to see the little cream buttons. smiling, you moved towards him.

“look so handsome with your glasses, honey.” you mumbled, hands surfacing over his back. you pressed your face snug against his neck, tip-toeing to press kisses against his skin.

“mmm,” robby nodded, reaching over to wrap an arm around your middle, “don’t get started, baby. you still have to change.”

"won't." you shook your head, a coquettish smile on your lips. as he reached his head down for a kiss, you tapped his shoulder, "keep 'em on," before leaving to slip on your dress.

balancing against the bathroom door, you pulled your shoes on and asked, "ready?"

robby was on his phone, leaning against the dresser in front of the mirror. a soft uh, huh left his lips before he tilted his head up to you. eyebrows raising and mouth falling slightly agape, he put his phone away and smiled at you.

you looked up from your shoes to see robby with his hands in his pockets and a wide grin on his face. catching him checking you out, a smirk played at your lips before slinking over.

your hands reached to rest on his shoulders and your arms rested against his. you observed the crinkle of his eyes and the haze that overtook him. his fingers found your hips, studying the thin fabric of your dress.

"look so beautiful, sweetheart." he said before pressing a kiss to your lips. his warmth overtook your body, just enough for you to sink into him. hovering near your mouth, he mumbled, "i don't tell you that enough."

"don't get started." you mocked him in a whisper, running a hand along his neck to the back of his head and down.

the dinner was exactly what you expected. fancy menu, open bar, your boss getting far too wasted. robby stuck by your side, not even bothered (like he’d usually be) when every other person fawned over the fact that he was a doctor.

a few times, he'd find himself in seemingly incessant conversations with your coworkers' boyfriends and husbands about pain in their back or soreness in their feet. you'd then sweep in with a kiss to his cheek and a honey, come be with me, saving him. with a grateful smile, he'd kiss you on the head as you made your way miles away from them.

there was even a small jazz band, playing standards for the few tipsy middle-aged couples on the dance floor. when the night wound down, slower songs started playing, inviting everyone to the floor with open arms. the string lights overhead and the classy embellishments of the hotel made the scene picturesque. it seemed as though the atmosphere painted smiles on faces and dusted love everywhere.

whimsy in his eyes, robby nudged his head to the dance floor with a hand out for you to take. the gesture astounded you, bringing a wide smile across your face.

"robby, is that you?" you'd poke, taking his hand and following him to the dance floor.

he took you into his arms, like it was the most natural thing in the world. swaying back and forth, his eyes never left you. even when you were pressed to his chest, he couldn't help but fawn over your sheepish smile. hell, he even spun you around a few times. the glimmer in his eye shown so bright and his smile was so wide that you could've mistaken him for a man with joy in his life.

the night ended quietly in the lobby hotel— a nightcap, robby had suggested. a lull fell over the hotel and lights dimmed. you settled into a red velvety booth with robby as mellowed-out guests made their way upstairs.

your leg was lazily swung over robby's knee, and you tilted your head against the soft cushion of the booth. sprawled across the big cushion, you swirled your prosecco in one hand, relaxing as robby massaged a hand over your leg.

"you have fun, honey?" you drawled before taking a sip of your drink.

when you turned towards him, he had been staring at you, stars in his eyes. he had a cheesy smile on his face, one you seldom caught, and the warmth of the lobby lighting made him look so romantic.

"of course." the vacation did something to him, obvious on his face.

"good vacation?" you teased, a quirk of your lips.

"couldn't have been better."

coming closer to him, you placed your flute beside his lowball on the table. your arm leaned on your knee and your chin rested on your hand to get a better look at him. the smile never slipped, and neither did his eyes. in the light of the lampshade, something daring played on his face, but you couldn't quite catch it yet.

"you happy?" you tested.

"always." he nodded once.

eyes gliding to your lips, he indulged for a moment, as did you. he looked so good like this: sitting back, shoulders relaxed, glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a proud smile on his face. your brain whispered husband material. for a moment, and only for a moment, you let the daydream play out.

“i love you.” he whispered softly.

taking a second, you blinked at him. you thought it was part of your reverie, that you hallucinated it. shit, you weren't even sure if he was your boyfriend before this point. the way his breath fanned across your face told you it was real.

robby wasn’t the type of guy who slipped up or made mistakes, so this coming from him was serious. besides, the way his softened eyes looked at you was so intentional and composed.

when you hadn't responded for a while, he continued delicately, "you don't have to say it back or anything. i just... wanted you to know." his hand squeezed on your leg, like he was waking you up. "i know it sounds intense, but you make me feel... good. i haven't felt that way in a long time."

"robby," you murmured, face softening in relief, "i love you too."

another giddy smile played on his lips as he reached his head down to kiss you. lips plush, the kiss was slow and sweet. though it was something you felt before, the kiss felt as if it was molded specifically for this moment.

“what do you say we take this upstairs?” he mumbled, tilting his head away.

“eager, are we?” you raised an eyebrow playfully.

“hey, i’m on vacation. let me savour it.”

with another kiss, you knew you'd be repeating i love you again and again that evening.