#robvadi

"Come here for a minute, sweetheart."

Victoria's efforts at charting are thrown off by Robby murmuring in her ear, his woodsy scent clouding her thoughts. It's unfair, Victoria thinks, the effect he has on her.

Ever since their first interaction, Robby has been a lighthouse - pulling her toward his shores as she swims through rising currents. He's always there, present in a way Victoria never realized was possible. It's both grounding and overwhelming. She's still getting used to having anyone, especially another omega, wanting to be around her.

A gentle hand resting on her lower back brings Victoria out of her head. She steps away from the computer and lets Robby guide them through the noisy halls, her cheeks flushing at the possessive touch.

They end up in a vacant patient room, and oh. Victoria has refused to do this at work, mostly out of fear. Being caught by someone other than their pack - which blows her mind every day, having a real pack of her own - is an absolute career killer, she's sure. God, her mother would actually ruin her life.

But an uncomfortable shame runs through Victoria every time she does this. She's not allowed to want it, to want something taboo. Packs don't function this way; they aren't meant to be so close. Yet, Robby refuses to let her shy away from it. "We're pack, honey, we take care of each other," is what he said when she drunkenly admitted the desire to try nursing from him.

"You're thinking too hard," Robby says as he tugs a curtain across the door. "Let daddy take care of you, hmm?"

Nothing puts Victoria's shame to a stop faster than watching her attending pull of his scrub top and undershirt; an embarrassing whimper leaves her mouth. Robby's breasts are swollen, full of her favorite drink. She has been eyeing them all shift, desperate for another taste.

Robby closes the distance between them, big hands curling around Victoria's back. She copies the action and nuzzles his chest, eyes slipping closed.

"Drink, sweetheart."

Victoria can't help but to comply, latching her mouth onto his nipple. She moans when warm milk spills over her tongue, nursing eagerly. Robby's breath hitches as she sucks harder. "That's it, baby, take what you need from daddy."

It's addicting, the sweet aroma that fills her up - Victoria barely huffs in air between drinks. She wants more and more.

"Easy, honey," Robby gently chides. He cups her chin and pulls her face away from his chest. Victoria whines at the intrusion, drops of milk sliding down her face. The liquid is absorbed by her scrubs and all she can think of is the fact that she'll smell just like Robby.

ROBVADI CRUMBS like they handed us that shit on a silver platter

dr.shamsi: we have schedules, you have chaos. you know she’s wasting her time down here.

robby: victorias a big girl. she can make her own decisions

dr.shamsi: she’s also a young girl who’s still very impressionable. and you can be very…

robby: pressionable?

LIKE HELLO ROBVADI STOCKS ARE UPPP

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