but you weren’t begging him at all, you hadn’t even realised that you had even touched him that day in the trauma room. so when he asked you out later that evening at the nurses station, in a tone low enough so that dana wouldn’t hear him taking another of her girls, you were taken aback. not shocked so to say, you figured given his track record with the rest of the nursing staff your number would be called soon enough, it just came out of nowhere—you’d barely even had a conversation with the man before that moment.

and you thought about saying no to ‘ran-through robby’, which is what you and your girlfriends called him. but then you recalled how one of them couldn’t stop talking about how good he was for weeks, gave him a glowing review, so you agreed—figuring what’s the harm?

the sex was absolutely incredible as you knew it would be, robby knows his way around a woman’s body no question. and you did stuff with him that you’d never felt like you could do with other men before, he allowed you to be your true, unabashed, freaky self and he loved it.

he loved the way you completely lost yourself on him, when you were on the couch straddling his lap, your hands around his neck as you fucked yourself dumb on his impressively large cock. completely using him for your own pleasure. or later on when you made it to his bed, the way your eyes darkened when you asked him, no begged to sit on his face—you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about using that gorgeous face as a seat before that night.

he was in absolute awe of you. never before had robby been with a woman who was so sure of what she wanted, and would just take it with absolutely no shame. it was heaven for him, not having to think, not having to wonder if what he was doing felt good for you, he just turned his brain off and let you use him for your own pleasure.

it was truly the best night of his very long sexual career, and with the way you were moaning his name, the way your body responded so well to his, he thought it must’ve been the best night of your life too. was he proud that he might’ve been the best sex you ever had? of course, but what he worried about was you becoming obsessed with him like some of the others. he worried you would be all over him at work, that wherever he was you’d follow and he just couldn’t have that, not at work—not again.

he spent the entire walk to work the next day agonising over how he’d let you down gently, what he’d say, how he’d say it. he couldn’t have another one of the nursing staff hate him, it made for a very awkward and hostile work environment—which dana reminded him was his own fault for ‘shitting where he eats’. as he walked in to central he took in a deep breath when his eyes landed on you at the nurses station talking to another one of his conquests, sorry i mean another nurse.

he braced himself for impact, the way your eyes would light up when you finally saw him again, the blush that would crawl up your neck, the high pitched and breathy ‘hey you’ that he had gotten from all the others.

but when you did finally see him…nothing. not even a glint of recognition in your eyes, not even a flicker of a smile on your lips, nothing. maybe you were just being professional, he thought. maybe you were just really good at hiding the feelings for him that he knew had to be there, the very same feelings he had for you after last night…and so he extended you a friendly smile and a wave as he passed.

to his utter surprise, you just turned away, carrying on your conversation with your friend.

what the fuck.

this simply just does not happen to michael robinavitch, women don’t just have sex with him and go about their life like it never happened. they can’t, he’s too good for that. but there you were, laughing and joking with your colleagues like he didn’t even exist to you. like he was just another guy.

robby’s heart fell in his chest, was it not good for you? because to him it seemed like you really enjoyed yourself, you couldn’t get enough of him only 12 hours ago…and now nothing. had he lost his touch? was his age finally catching up to him? maybe he was never all that good to begin with and every other woman just had incredibly low standards.

robby spiralled for hours, doubting himself, agonising over whether or not he’d lost his skill in the bedroom, until he couldn’t ignore it anymore. and so when he caught you in the break room having a quick bite to eat he approached you.

“hey, you” he leans in the open door frame, one arm propping him up as he leaned. hey you? get it together robby, fuck.

“hi” you smile politely, the same smile you would extend a patient, not someone you had incredible sex with only hours ago.

“how you feeling today?” he asks, taking the seat in front of you at the table, after realising how corny he must’ve looked leaned in that doorframe like some hero in a rom-com.

“fine, you?” you shrug, taking a sip of your water bottle to wash down the dry cereal bar you’d just taken a bite of. fine? just fine? how could you be fine when robby felt like he may never have good sex again after last night, that nothing would ever come close to feeling as good as being with you had.

“yeah, same, fine” he nodded and then silence fell between you. you turned your attention back to the magazine you were reading, taking another bite of your snack. like robby’s presence had no effect on you whatsoever.

“so uh…i had a really good time last night, you know at the bar, and after of course but it was nice hanging out with you and getting to know you better i guess” robby rambled like a teenage boy who’d never had a conversation with a woman before. mentally he cursed himself, he knew how ridiculous he sounded, how desperate.

“oh yeah, me too” you smiled again, barely even taking your eyes off the trashy magazine. robby sighed, when he woke up that morning he had expected he’d have to peel you off of him, have to hide just to get two minutes to himself. and here you were reading your magazine, eating your snack like he wasn’t even there.

“are you free tonight?” he asks, again cursing himself for sounding so fucking desperate. he rarely ever asked the same woman out twice, especially not one he worked with. but he couldn’t stand the thought that you didn’t feel anything after last night and figured he’d just have to keep fucking you until you were head over heels in love with him.

which was absolutely crazy and he knew it. he had spent the entire walk to work worrying about that very thing happening and now he was sitting there wishing it were true, willing it. and if he had to make you fall in love with him just so he could let you down, so be it. it was a matter of him fixing his currently bruised ego.

“uh, yeah i guess” you shrug again and robby has to bite his tongue to hold back his annoyance at your indifference.

“want to go out again? my treat” he taps the table anxiously. part of him unsure whether you’d accept his invitation or not, never before had robby been worried a woman might turn him down—until that moment, until you.

“sure, sounds fun” you smile as you collect all of your belongings off the table, putting all your trash in the bin before making your way to the door. “see you later, robby” and with that you were gone. leaving robby all alone with his self-pity and doubt.

the rest of the shift went by agonisingly slowly. robby made several attempts at contact with you, approaching you to fill you in on patient care which you dutifully noted, afterwards he’d try and make small talk, which you quickly made your way out of. only politely nodding and walking off with nothing to add—you were driving robby absolutely mad, never in his life had he had to work so hard to get a woman to like him, ever.

on the other hand though, he quite enjoyed the chase of it all, knowing that when you eventually do fall madly in love all of the work would be worth it. plus, it was giving him something to obsess over that wasn’t the endless screaming that rattled around his tired head. His hospital mandated therapist had suggested he get a hobby, who said that hobby couldn’t be you?

that night robby made sure he was on his best game at the bar, pulling out all the stops, turning his charm up to 100. he would get you to go home with him again, he had to, he had something to prove.

your indifferent demeanour lifted slightly, only just though, but at least he wasn’t having to pull a conversation out of you anymore. whenever he asked you something about yourself you’d answer truthfully, you’d ask him the same questions back, personal ones and for once robby actually gave honest answers. he thought that maybe if he was a bit more vulnerable with you, you’d want him more.

“so about last night” robby starts, lifting his drink to his lips. you quirk an eyebrow at him, wondering what possibly he could be about to say. he’d managed to keep himself from bringing up the events of last night until you were drunk enough that you might not notice how eager he was definitely about to sound, how needy and desperate he was for just a crumb of validation from you.

“i had a really great time, it was really great, you were really great.” hot red flushes robby’s cheeks as he recalls just how much he enjoyed your time together and a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips, which only makes robby blush more.

“so you said” you bring your own drink up to your lips and take a sip, in an attempt to hide the growing smirk on your face.

“right, earlier” robby laughs nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his warm neck, embarrassment pricking at his skin.

“yeah, earlier” you huff out a small laugh, endeared by his bashfulness. whenever any of your friends that had been with robby described what he was like, bashful was never a word that came up. cocky? maybe. sure of himself? definitely. but never timid, so you couldn’t help but revel in the effect you were having on him at that moment.

“was it uh- was it good for you?” he winces as the question leaves his lips. never in his life had he had to ask a woman he’d slept with if she enjoyed it, he usually just knew, so he felt pretty stupid having to ask.

you raise your eyebrows momentarily, a little shocked at his obvious attempt at getting you to validate his performance. “dr robby, are you really fishing for compliments from me?” you ask with an amused lilt in your voice, which only deepens robby’s embarrassment.

“no” he scoffs defensively. but when you give him that knowing look, brows raised, arms folded across your chest he gives in. “yeah, i guess i am” it comes out small, quiet, almost ashamed.

“yes, robby it was good for me, i had a good time” you lean back in the booth, amused by the big bad doctor squirming before you, begging for your approval.

robby lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, relieved that he hadn’t in fact lost his touch like he thought he had. but just knowing that it was good wasn’t enough for him, he needed you obsessed, like in the way he’d been obsessing about you all day. so he moved onto phase 2 of his plan: fuck her stupid until she falls in love with me.

“would you uh, maybe want to do it again?” he asks, biting his bottom lip slightly.

“is that an invitation, dr robinavitch?”

“shit, feels so fucking good” robby groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair. you look up at him through your wet lashes, tears spilling from the corners of your wide eyes as you choke around his thick length. drool spills from your mouth where you can’t quite fully close your lips around the girth of him, dripping down your chin and breasts.

he holds your head down for a couple of seconds, your nose pressed right up against the coarse spit-slick hair at his base. you gag around him, the vibration causes him to grip your hair tighter. sharp pain pricks at your scalp from the pressure and your eyes roll back from the pleasure of it all.

with a strangled moan he pulls you off of him, granting you a chance to breathe. you take in big gaspfuls of air before plunging back down, taking him all the way in your throat again before pulling up. hollowing out your cheeks you run your tongue flat along the underside of his cock when you come back up. the salty taste of pre-cum hits your tongue as you swirl it around his sensitive head and you swallow it down, humming around him at the taste.

robby throws his head back and his grip in your hair loosens. he’s losing control fast, he won’t be able to last much longer if you keep going like this. and as much as he’d love to cum right then and there in your pretty little mouth, he has something to prove, he has to make sure you have the night of your life. he has to leave you begging for more, just like he’d been.

“on the bed” robby huffs out in a raspy tone, his voice cracking slightly from his ragged breathing.

you stare up at him for a moment, eyes blinking vacantly with your mouth still stuffed full of him as you process what he said through the arousal clouding your head.

“on the bed, all fours” he repeats, his tone more harsh this time.

and you comply this time, your knees clicking slightly as you get up off the floor you’d been kneeling on for some time. crawling up in the bed on your hands and knees you don’t let your eyes leave robby’s, yours are clouded with lust, dark and a devilish smirk plasters your face. robby’s cock twitches at the sight of you, so unashamedly sexy it almost borders on pornographic.

you settle on all fours at the top of the bed, your face turned to the side on top of one of robby’s pillows. he gets up onto his knees and settles behind you, his hand smoothing over the plush skin of your ass in circles, grabbing and squeezing, spreading them open. he settles them on your hips, his fingers wrapping round to get a good grip before he lines himself up at your entrance, the head of his cock notching just slightly inside.

you let out a small gasp as he sinks just the tip in before pulling out again, stimulating the nerves just around your entrance. he does this a couple more times, his hands gripping your hips tighter when he slips in just a little further on each shallow thrust.

“robby, please” you whine, pushing your ass backwards to chase more of his length, but he just pulls out fully again.

“ah-ah-ah” he tuts as he taps your hips three times with his fingers, his length brushes against your folds as his body moves. “so needy aren’t you, sweetheart” he runs his cock through your folds intentionally this time, seeing the way you whine for him when he does. his head catching on your clit on each move forwards, it slides through so easily from how wet you got from pleasuring him just before.

“pleaseee, just fuck me” you beg, so desperate you’re gripping the pillow hard just to stop yourself from pouncing on him, taking want you want, what you need.

“such a needy little thing” he muses, tapping his head against your clit a couple times, the room fills with the wet sound of it.

“robby, please!” you sound more desperate this time, practically crying for him to fuck you, and who would he be to deny you any longer.

robby lines himself up once more and without warning pushes himself all the way in. you gasp out gripping the pillows hard, the stretch of his cock burns so deliciously it sets every single nerve in your body on fire in the best way. he tightens his grip on your hips, grounding himself as if he didn’t he might cum any second from the feeling of your soft walls consuming him.

he leans down, his soft tummy flush against your back, and kisses you. you kiss back immediately, opening your mouth for his tongue to slide in, its wet and messy but it’s so hot. feeling him buried to the hilt inside of you, feeling like he might split you in half if he moves, the messiness of the kiss—it’s almost all too much.

familiar white hot pressure builds deep in your tummy, just right about where you can feel robby’s cock inside of you, so impossibly deep you can almost feel him in your stomach.

with his belly still pressed flush against your back, slowly he starts rolling his hips, barely moving at all but he’s so deep you can absolutely feel it. every vein and every ridge drags against your tight walls, his head pushing against your cervix, its barely anything but so much at the same time it’s intoxicating.

“god, you have such a perfect little cunt, baby” he groans in your ear, softly biting your lobe. the vibration of his low tone sends a shiver down your spine and your slick seeps out around his length, coating his balls as they tap your clit with each shallow thrust.

“feels s’good” you moan, practically drooling all over the pillow your face was buried in. the pillow smelled like him and you couldn’t help but inhale his scent each time your face got pushed further into it with each thrust.

you rocked your ass against his hips in time with his thrusts, pushing him deeper inside of you. robby’s hands fell to either side of your face to brace himself as he began to move his hips a little faster, there still wasn’t much movement due to the angle but it was deep, impossibly so—each hard knock took the air out of your lungs.

your joint moans got louder the faster and harder he went, both of you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. you slid one hand under your body and started rubbing circles over your overly sensitive clit, robby groaning loud in your ear as your walls instantly clenched around his cock, choking him as you were reaching nearer to your orgasm.

robby pushed himself up off of you and his hands grabbed your hips again, using them as leverage to slam you down on his cock, hard. each blow sent white hot flashes through your body, and that was it. it was too much at once and that coil of warmth inside your belly snapped.

your body shook as your orgasm blew through you, your cunt contracted around robby’s length and his own rhythm suffered as you brought him right over the edge with you, filling you deep with thick, hot ropes of his cum. the room filled with the sound of your joint gasping, each others names flying out your respective mouths as you rode out your simultaneous high together. though his thrusts were sloppier, robby didn’t let up as he continued pumping in and out of you as he came.

and he continued this until he couldn’t anymore, until his cock softened to the point where it physically wouldn’t stay in anymore. absolutely spent he collapsed beside you, soft swell of his belly heaving as he caught his breath, you rolled onto your back, your sweat-slick body just as exhausted as his.

“fuck” you both huffed at the same time, causing each other to laugh, though the laugh came out half-hearted for the both of you due to your exhaustion.

“i’ll save you the trouble of having to ask later, that was good robby, really good” you half laughed half mused as you lay staring at his ceiling, his cum dripping out of you making a mess of your thighs and his comforter.

“good, i’m glad” he laughed back, giving your thigh a soft slap before rubbing it.

-

you were both on shift together the next day and robby was actually looking forward to seeing you, no longer did he dread the inevitable obsession that usually came from his hook-ups. you had ended up staying for a couple of hours after your shower last night, as you waited for your hair to dry before leaving the house, not wanting to be struck down with a cold.

the two of you spent most of that time just lying in his bed talking about anything and everything and if he was being honest—robby really enjoyed it, maybe more than the actual sex itself.

it was something he wasn’t used to, actually getting to know a woman he was sleeping with, usually he didn’t even stay long enough to know their names. but as he was lying there with you he couldn’t help but wish you didn’t have to leave, that you could just stay and talk to him all night, he wanted to know everything there was to know about you…he was falling for you—hard.

robby came into work the next morning with a real, genuine smile on his face knowing that you’d be there and he’d get to see that face that he couldn’t stop thinking about all day. and his wish was granted as he walked into central and spotted you at the nurses station talking to dana.

he approached you, small smile still on his face, heart beating fast in his chest and offered you a soft, cheerful “good morning all”.

both you and dana stop mid-conversation and turn to him, you offer him that same polite smile from yesterday morning, the incredibly platonic one you’d give a patient and his heart drops slightly into his stomach.

“morning, dr robinavitch” your voice is so neutral and professional it’s almost devoid of any emotion at all.

robby’s taken back by the nothingness of the interaction, had he expected you to see him and immediately jump in his arms? no, but had he expected a little more than the formality of the greeting you just gave him? yeah—it hurt.

“you’re very chipper this mornin’, what’s gotten into you?” dana remarks, nudging him with her elbow.

robby’s eyes flicker to you for a second but your stoic, professional expression doesn’t budge at all and he sighs, a deep frustrated sigh straight from the heart, his once bright smile falling from his face.

“uh nothing, just slept well” he shrugs before making his way to the locker room where he softly knocked his head against his locker a couple of times, truly defeated by your apparent indifference towards him.

he wondered how you could’ve gone from being so into him last night, being so desperate for him to now act like you didn’t know him at all. it fucking sucked and in that moment it’s not lost on him that how he’s feeling now must’ve been how all the women he’s used and then discarded like they were nothing must’ve felt. he thought maybe this was his karma, maybe he deserved it after all these years of using women…or maybe he just wasn’t trying hard enough to get you to like him.

maybe he just had to up his game, try harder, be better.

hope this was okay, like i said it kind of just ends :// pleaseeee don’t ask for a part 2 there won’t be one, i just wanted to get something posted and there was no point leaving this wasting away in my drafts.

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