#reader x robby

CW: SMUT, MDNI!!, Anxiety, Panic Attack, mention of unaccepting family, holiday drama, miscommunication, PIV, Anal (Reader Receiving), dp, edging, daddy & sir kink, Oral (Reader receiving), face riding (I think that's it? if you see something not listed, please LMK!)

WC: 2,708

Request: @nocturnalro

“Mornin’, baby,” you heard Robby husk, peppering kisses on your neck and face; his beard scratching lightly against your skin. You grumbled in return, rolling away from him, taking the covers with you. You did a full rotation as you burritoed yourself rolling into Jack’s empty side of the bed.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Robby laughed, voice still thick with sleep, as he grabbed the edge of the blanket and tugged on it hard, forcing you back into your lover’s arms. He straddled your hips, grinning down at you as you crack your eyes open to glare at the affront to your sleep. While you do have boundless love from your partners. Robby was currently the opposition, preventing you from sleeping.

“Baby, we’re gonna need to get back on the road soon.” He reminded you, “You’ll be able to get plenty of rest in the car.”

You hummed in consideration, eyes fluttering shut. The pit in your stomach grew as you felt a spike in anxiety at the mention of going back on the road. You and your partners were currently road tripping to your hometown to spend the holidays with your family. You were on the last leg of the three-day drive. You were only about twoish hours away now; you’d driven five hours yesterday and the day before. Even if you didn’t voice it, your partners were aware of how anxious you were over the meeting. You’d been dancing around the topic since you planned the trip this past October. It was a catch-22, telling them no may risk the end of your relationship if they felt like you weren’t okay sharing your unconventional relationship publicly. While telling them yes made it so they’d have to meet and face possible rejections from your traditional family.

You wish you’d never gotten the letter from your parents inviting you home, or rather, you wished you’d never given Robby the okay to open it up and read it to you while you were making dinner. You loved your safe little bubble in Pittsburgh, where you could freely choose who was or wasn’t part of your life. You just didn’t want to hurt either of your loves if your family shared negative opinions. I mean, fuck, it took them years to come to terms with you being trans. Jack & Robby’s health and well-being were your top priority. You’d do almost anything to maintain your relationship. So, despite your own anxious feelings, you agreed to the trip.

“C’mon, love, if you get up now, I’ll give you a treat before we hit the road.” He wagered, morning wood pressing up to your belly button from his position sitting on your hips.

“You can do more than a quicky,” Jack interjected, making both you and Robby jump as he gave away his position at the door of the bedroom. The carpeted floors of the Airbnb muffled his steps.

“You’re the one who told me to wake him up,” Robby said, confused.

“That’s before I knew about this,” Jack said, crossing the room and pushing the curtain open. You squinted at the light, eyes widening as a snow-covered scene appeared. It was still coming down fast; at least three inches had built up on the outside ledge of the window.

“I thought it was just supposed to be overcast,” you said, confused. You’d all been keeping an eye on the weather, even taking off a day earlier than planned to beat a storm that’d be present on the outskirts of your planned route.

“Wind changed the predicted route. We’re getting at least another five inches; we’re fully in the red zone on the weather map now. The NWS has a shelter-in-place order until tonight.” Jack replied. Even in your position, you could make out the untouched snow covering the road. There was no way, even in Jack’s truck, that you wouldn’t be able to safely get to your childhood home.

“Shit, I’ll call my parents to let them know we aren’t making it today.” You tried to hold back your relief as Robby shifted off of you, and you grabbed your phone off the bedside table. Another day of travel shortened your stay with your family as you all needed to be back in the Pitt by New Year’s Eve.

The call went about as well as it could have. Your dad may have immediately deadnamed you, definitely not adding to the stress of this trip, but agreeing that it was safest to postpone your visit by a day. His casual referring to you as his daughter was just icing on the cake of the thankfully short call. With a quick, “I love you too, Dad,” you signed off and immediately let out a sigh of relief. You felt anxiety build in your stomach as Robby and Jack stopped talking as you opened the door to the bedroom. The shared look they had made bile rise in the back of your throat.

“Everything okay?” you asked tentatively.

“We wanted to talk to you before getting on the road today. We still want to have that talk if you’re feeling up for it.” Robby said in a calm, neutral tone. Jack immediately clocked your anxiety as you white-knuckled the doorknob.

“You’re not in trouble love,” he reassured.

“Okay,” you nodded, barely containing your emotions. You took a calming breath because if you didn’t, you would start hyperventilating.

“We were wondering why you don’t want us to meet your family,” Jack asked, his tone even as he leaned against the windowsill.

“I-I,” you tried to start.

“We saw how relieved you were when you saw the snow, Honey,” Robby added. Fuck, of course they did.

“Is it us?” Jack prompted, “Are you embarrassed?”

“No, it’s not you. God, it could never be either of you. I just don’t want you to be hurt in any way, and my family has a habit of finding triggers and abusing them. I mean fuck, I was only on the phone with my dad for less than a minute, and he deadnamed me and misgendered me in the same breath.” You said, breath quickening. You fell to your knees as you became slightly lightheaded; you could hear your rapid heartbeat in your ears. You tried to focus on your breathing, but the pounding in your ears only got louder. This was it; they were going to break up with you. You were going to lose them because you couldn’t handle a simple home visit. What was wrong with you?

Before you could have another negative thought, your chin was jerked up by Jack as he held your face in his callused hands. He held your face steady, opening your throat to allow for more air to come through than your previous position of chin to sternum allowed. His worried eyes filled your vision, and the pounding in your ears continued. You saw his mouth moving, but couldn't make out any words. Robby had stationed himself behind you, pulling you back into his lap. His arms wrapped around you in a tight hold, acting in place of your normal go-to weighted blanket in your shared home. Jack removed one of his hands from your face, lightly holding your hand as he pressed your palm to his chest. You automatically began to match the rise and fall of his diaphragm, his heartbeat guiding your own back into a safe range. The pounding lessened after a minute, as you were able to focus in on Jack’s words.

“That’s it, atta boy.” He encouraged, “You’re doing so well, that’s it.”

Once you had calmed down enough to be able to breathe on your own, Robby’s grip loosened, and Jack leaned back, sitting back on his calves in front of you.

“Baby, if this trip was stressing you out so much, why didn’t you tell us?” Jack asked in a calm, hushed voice.

“I just didn’t want to lose either one of you,” you admitted tearfully.

“Why would you lose us?” Robby asked, chin resting on your shoulder.

“My family is very traditional, and I just didn’t want either of you to get hurt. At the same time, I didn’t want to make you think that I’m ashamed of either of you.” You let out through sniffles.

“Baby, you’re gonna have to do a lot more to scare me off. I’d cross no man’s land if it meant spending another second with either of you, even if it was my last.” Jack confessed, looking down at you with an expression that could only be described as love.

“Honey, I’d spend twenty-four hours handcuffed to Gloria if it meant never losing you both,” Robby replied jokingly. You let out a wet laugh and shared a smile with Jack. Knowing that Robby’s statement was as sincere as he was able to handle. His defense mechanism of humor came out like clockwork.

“Nothing your family does will change how we feel about you. We love you so much, baby.” Jack reassured, kissing your forehead.

“I love you too,” you said, breathing fully back to normal.

“Good, how about we get some water and food in you and see how we can fill our time til tomorrow morning. Okay?” Jack asked softly.

“Okay,” you nodded, you untangled yourself from Robby and had a light conversation as Jack made eggs. Luckily were planning on making breakfast before you left, meaning, with your road trip snacks, the fridge was stocked with enough food to last until morning.

“Thanks,” you told Jack as he placed your plate in front of you with a bottle of water. You were mostly a spectator as Robby, and he talked.

“You still doing okay, Honey?” Robby asked, nudging you with his elbow.

“Yeah,” you nodded with a small voice.

“Do you want to go to sleep?” Jack asked,

“No,” you shook your head, still feeling a bit out of it.

“You want Daddy and Sir to take care of you?” Robby prompted, clocking your headspace.

“Yeah,” you nodded, face warming at how transparent your needs were to them.

“Finish up your water bottle and two more big bites of food, then we’ll take over. Okay, Sweetheart?” Jack asked.

“Yes, Sir,” you nodded, slipping deeper into that headspace. Missing the loving smile Robby and Jack shared while looking at you. Once you were done chewing and taking the last swig of your water, Robby whisked you away back to the bedroom. He pulled into a soft kiss as he unbuttoned the top of your PJs set. Lips pulling back as he kissed down your neck, refreshing a fading hickey at the base of your throat. You could only squirm against him and moan as he pulled back his tongue, laving over the fresh bruise.

“You okay, with us touching your chest toda-” he was cut off with a moan as you threaded your fingers into his hair and tugged him down to your nipple.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and you mewed contentedly as his mouth enveloped your now erect nipple. You a moan, punched out of your chest as Jack appeared next to you, kneeling to your right as he sucked on your neglected nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, please, Daddy,” you cried, grinding up against Robby’s growing erection.

“What would you like, Angel?” Jack prompted, popping off your chest while you pulled, moan after moan from Robby.

“Wanna be full,” you whined, desperately.

“You want Sir to stretch you out so you can take me and Daddy?” he clarified, working your sleep shorts off. It took an immense amount of effort not to rip your new sleep set.

“Fuck,” you moaned as Robby cupped your core, “Yes!”

Robby made his way down to your boxer-covered core as Jack disappeared from your side. You didn’t complain, though, too caught up in Robby licking a firm, hot strip up your seam. He immediately zeroed in on lapping up your wetness, his tongue thrusting into you as his thumb found your clit, circling it just how you liked.

“FUCK,” you panted, rapidly approaching your orgasm under Robby’s focus.

“Daddy! Daddy, please, need it so bad,” you begged, you were right on the cusp, when you lost all contact with Robby. You blinked open your eyes, tears threatening to spill as you took in the sight of Jack holding Robby back by the hair.

“Sir,” you whined, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Baby, did I say you could cum?” he husked.

“No, Sir,” you sniffled.

“And whose pussy is this?” Jack asked.

“Yours,” you groan, his other arm bracing your hips. Preventing you from getting any relief from rubbing your thighs together.

“That’s right, love you cum on my time. Got it?” he asked, pushing Robby over onto his back.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Yes, what?” he asked, uncapping the lube in his free hand.

“Yes, Sir!” you called out.

“Good boy,” he affirmed, “Now I want you to straddle Daddy’s face, Sir’s gotta prep you.”

You rolled over, knees on either side of Robby’s head, your slow descent onto his mouth was interrupted as he hooked his hands behind your thighs and yanked you down.

“Daddy!” you moan, as his tongue once again fills your core. Just as you adjusted to that, you could feel the cool slickness of Jack’s fingers circling your asshole.

“Fuck,” you groaned as his hot spit found your back opening, before he immediately began to finger fuck it into you. You could hear the rustling of him grinding down against Robby. Robby’s moans stimulated your oversensitive core.

“Daddy, Sir!” you cried as Jack’s pace increased tenfold, equally desperate to be inside of you. You were right there again, clenching around both their fingers when Jack shoved you off to the side, once again stifling your orgasm. You blinked up tearfully as Jack before he pulled you in for a desperate kiss.

“Just wait until you’re full. Then you can cum as much as you’d like.” He promised, also climbing off of Robby. In practiced form, they both stripped as Robby found his way up to the head of the bed. Jack guided you onto Robby’s lap as he leaned back against the headboard.

“You’re gonna take Daddy first,” Jack ordered,

“Yes, Sir,” you confirmed, earning a kiss to the crown of your head as you lowered down onto Robby. You bounced up and down, taking more of him in each go, going as fast as you could without hurting yourself. You shared a moan with Robby as you sat flush with him. A gasp escaped you as the head of Jack’s cock breached your back entrance. You could feel your face warm at the loud, slick sound of the excess lube he used to prep you. It only took a few precise thrusts before you were full of him.

“Ready, love?” he asked, staying as still as possible, cock pulsing in your ass.

“Please, please, Sir, I’m ready,” you whine, air is punched out of your chest as their thrusts alternated, jerking you back and forth so that you were never empty. You only lasted a minute tops before your first orgasm ripped through you, still sensitive from their edging. Neither of them breaks pace as they work you through it. Overstimulated tears run down your face as the pain becomes pleasure again. You lost yourself in the sensation of their cocks filling you, your mind fully going fuzzy. You were now just a vessel for their pleasure. No worldly problems could reach you here. A moan cuts through your whines as Robby cums, filling you to the brim. Jack, ignore your shared pleas, as he continued to fuck you, listening intently for your safe words as you kept a firm grip on Robby’s cock; overstimulating him. You collapsed on Robby’s chest as Jack pulled back, releasing his hot load on your back. You couldn’t complain, too fucked out to acknowledge anything happening around you.

It was a blur as you went from the shower to being dressed in a loose t-shirt and boxer briefs to being enveloped by your partners in bed. Sleep took you as they whispered sweet nothings that you didn’t have to hear to know their overwhelming love for you.

A/N: Sorry this was late Ro 😅

BP back to normal, nurse Sanders announces as a slight deflating sound leaves Mr. Mertz's chest. "Great job," your assistant offers and opens his mouth to say something else when he's summoned away.

Mateo opens the door, "Dr. Robby we could use your help with this trauma." He exits and you finish up and give orders for his IV drip.

Tossing the paper gown and gloves in the bin, Dr. King asks your opinion on her patient since the chief attending is a bit busy.

"I agree, just remember to keep that bandage dry so it won't get infected." Dr. King nods and goes back to her patient. You inch closer to the trauma room and see everyone in there a little flustered. Grabbing another gown and gloves you push the door open with your back. "What do we have?"

""He's crashing!" Mateo yells as the monitors start screeching. Pulling on your gloves you watch hands move all around the patient.

"Internal bleeding?" You offer.

"Yea but he needs an airway first."

You nod to Dr. Robby then call out for a, "laryngoscope and a 7 tube."

Moving to the top of the head you tip the chin so you can have a better view. Using the scope it stops just at the back of the tongue. "I see cords, tube me," you take the tube and breathe out as you guide it down and through.

"Is it always so easy for you," Dr. Robby jests.

You pull out the stopper and give him a wink, "bag em."

You move across from Robby on the other side of the patient. Still crashing you can see their minds and hands move a mile a minute. "More blood in the bag," nurse Plimpkin holds up from the side rails.

"Where are you," Robby questions as he moves the portable monitor across the chest and to the abdomen. Moving more to the side he spots it. "There!"

You move around the gurney, "looks like we need to crop and clamp. Make him stable to move up."

"Ten blade," Robby holds out his hand and gets what he needs. Making an incision you hold with a pair of hemostats. After using a small spreader he announces, "found it;" then he looks over at you, "clamp it."

You dive in and push past Robby's finger, "oh, its a big one."

After clamping it you smile as nurse Plimpkin announces no more blood in the container.

"Okay get him upstairs please so he doesn't die down here."

You chuckle at Robby, "come one man."

He scratches the back of his neck, "too soon?"

They roll him out of the trauma room and you actually give Robby a high five. He catches your hand and doesn't drop it. The last two in the room you gaze into his eyes, remembering how you'd always get so lost in them. Looking around the ER is busy with life, to busy to notice the both of you.

Keeping a hold of his hand you pull him out the side door and through the back hallway. He doesn't even question it and already knows where you are going. Like a couple of teenagers you sneak into the janitors closet.

Closing the door your lips crash together and your hands roam his chest before resting at the back of his neck. How familiar those lips were as they moved around yours. So warm and inviting you suck on hia bottom lip a bit. A small moan escapes his mouth and you move to undo your scrub bottoms.

You slide them down enough and turn to face the metal shelf full of supplies. Hearing his belt and zipper being undone you prepare yourself.

Never fully prepared as he enters you, easy because you are already so wet. Biting your bottom lip as you remembered this feeling, this was the part of the relationship he was best at. You broke it off with him three years ago but in this moment you don't understand why.

Grunts in your ear as his hand snakes around your neck to hold you in place. You spread wider for him because now he's hitting the spot. It never took him long. Biting the back of your hand to stiffle your moans he picks up the pace. He leaves kisses down your neck as his hips snap into you. The shelf rocking steadly as he throws his hand on top of yours. Lacing your fingers together he buries his face into the back of your shoulder. It gets hot fast due to his heavy breaths.

Smiling you take a second then start to clean yourselves off. "That adrenaline is a hell of a drug huh," you nearly laugh out.

He nods, "I missed this. I missed us."

You look into those brown eyes as you tie your scrubs. "Don't you go working that Robby charm on me. We've tried this once before. Didn't end so well."

He moves his hand under your chin, "maybe its time for a do-over." You have your reservations and squint at him a little. Then he kisses you like he was a diver and you were his oxygen.

"Finish getting cleaned up and wait a couple minutes before leaving."

He gives you a sly smile, "I remember."

You open the door and look around, no one. Making your exit you feel a slap on the ass and some giggling in the closet.