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On the Line

| Pairing: "Dr. Robby" Robinavitch x FemReader

Summary: A forviden call with your boyfriend...

Warnings: Explicit, MDNI, cheating, voyeurism (kinda), F!Oral degradation. (please if you don't feel comfortable with this don't read it)

You were lying on your bed, legs spread, with Robby between your thighs. Licking, kissing, and devouring your dripping cunt like a man starved.

“God, you're so fuckin' pretty like this,” he rasped, glancing up to watch your face twisted in pleasure. Your lips were swollen, parted, letting soft moans fall out between each breath. Your hands were tangled in his hair, nails scraping his scalp every time he sucked on your clit.

And then your phone rang.

That ringtone. His ringtone.

Your sweet, clueless boyfriend.

Poor guy. No idea his pretty little girlfriend was getting her pussy eaten raw by her much older boss. The same man who called you by your last name in front of others, but slut when you were naked in his bed.

“Fuck—” you gasped, eyes flying to the screen, annoyed at the interruption.

Robby pulled away just enough to grab your chin, forcing your dazed gaze back to him. “Go ahead. Answer.”

“Robby—” you hesitated. “I... I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He smirked, eyes dark, voice calm. “Then I’ll stop.”

He pulled back — just enough — and you whimpered like he’d taken your air away. Your thighs trembled, needy, ruined, empty.

So you gave in. Of course you did.

With a breathy, too innocent voice, you answered, “Hi baby. What’s up?”

While your boyfriend’s voice filled your ear, Robby dove back in like a man possessed — tongue flicking and circling, lips sucking, beard dragging against your sensitive skin like fire.

You tried to keep your composure. Really, you did.

But you were already close before the phone even rang, and now your orgasm was creeping up on you like a fucking storm. One hand flew to cover your mouth while the other clutched the phone, barely steady.

Your boyfriend’s tone changed.

“Are you okay?” he asked, suspicious.

Before you could answer, Robby pulled back just long enough to mutter, voice thick with amusement and filth, “Oh, she’s more than okay, aren’t you sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically. “Y-Yeah, babe, I’m good. I just— I have to go. Sorry.”

You ended the call.

Your body shook.

“Fuck, Robby, he could’ve heard me…”

He licked his lips, smirking like the devil. “Let him.”

You barely had time to process that before he shoved two fingers inside you, deep and perfect, curling just right, while his mouth returned to your swollen, aching clit. You sobbed — overwhelmed, wet, shaking — as tears spilled down your cheeks.

He owned you.

You were completely undone — phone slipping from your hand, eyes rolling back, breath ragged.

So Robby grabbed your forgotten phone, thumbed it open, and redialed.

“What are you—?” you moaned.

He held it close to where his mouth met your soaked cunt. “Let him hear what it really sounds like when you're being fucked properly.”

Your boyfriend picked up just in time to hear it all: the wet, filthy sound of Robby’s tongue, your broken moans, the slick drag of fingers inside you, his low grunts of satisfaction.

Then Robby murmured directly into the mic:

“This is what she sounds like when she comes on a real man’s tongue.”

Then he hung up.

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Masterlist

❤️ Smut

💕Fluff

John Carter ER

Good morning❤️- A soft, sultry morning turns into something much more intense as John wakes up still buried inside you.

Everyday ❤️- A routine visit to the E.R. turns into something much more fun.

Dr. Robinavitch "Robby"

On the line ❤️- A forviden call with your boyfriend...

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Everyday

| Pairing: Boyfriend! John Carter x femreader

Warnings: Smut, (Minors DNI), Unprotected piv, creampie, semipublic sex (please if you don't feel comfortable with this don't read it)

Summary: A routine visit to the E.R. turns into something much more fun.

Note: Insipired by "Everyday-Ariana Grande"

It shouldn't be so hard to keep your needs under control — after all, you weren’t a hormonal teenager anymore. But having John Carter as your boyfriend made that task completely impossible.

You were supposed to just drop by the E.R. to show him an x-ray. Simple. Quick. Professional.

But now, somehow, you were in the x-ray room, sitting on the table with your boyfriend standing between your thighs — kissing like two people starving for each other.

“Mmm, John...” you moaned against his mouth, his hands roaming your body with practiced urgency. He gripped your hips and pulled you closer, grinding into you. God, he looked good. It was impossible not to want him everyday. Not that he ever complained — but doing this at work? That was a line you thought you’d never cross.

Yet here you were, moaning into his mouth, needing more.

“Baby, you feel so good,” he whispered, voice thick with lust.

In minutes, your pants and underwear were on the floor. John’s fingers slid between your folds, warm and wet and eager.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned, eyes nearly black with desire. “You’ve been like this all day?”

You couldn’t speak — too afraid to let out a moan — so you nodded instead.

“Such a needy girl.”

His fingers teased you, sliding through your slick heat, making your legs tremble. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more. Needed him.

“Please, Carter. I need you—”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

With one swift motion, he pushed his scrubs down, freeing his hard, thick cock. Then, gripping your hips, he lined himself up — and with a single thrust, he filled you completely, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“God, baby, you feel so good,” John groaned, holding you tightly as he began to move.

Each thrust sent your mind spiraling. His body against yours, his cock pressing deep — it was almost too much. That heat in your belly was building fast, your walls clenching around him with every stroke.

Carter felt it too. He could feel how your pussy gripped him, how wet you were for him. He was close, but he held back, wanting you to fall apart first.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled, thrusting harder.

That was all it took.

Your orgasm hit fast, your body spasming, gushing around him as you cried out his name. The moment he felt you fall apart like that, he followed — groaning as he came hard inside you, gripping your hips with enough force to bruise as he spilled deep, filling you completely.

You collapsed against him for a moment, breathless. Then, trying to look as composed as possible, you slipped out first — smoothing your clothes and pretending nothing had happened.

You told yourself this would be the last time.

But deep down, you already knew the truth:

If he was close enough to you, you'd do it all over again.

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Good morning

18+ / MDNI

| Pairing: John Carter er x Reader

Summary: A soft, sultry morning turns into something much more intense as John wakes up still buried inside you

Warning: 18+, Smut, (Minors DNI), Unprotected piv, cockwarming, creampie, (please if you don't feel comfortable with this don't read it)

Notes: It's my first work and english isn't my fist language. Still I hope you like It :)

Last night was another of the many nights John spent at your place — and let’s just say, you didn’t waste the time.

John began to stir slightly as the first faint light of dawn crept through the bedroom windows, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the sheets and the naked, entwined bodies of the two of you. He sighed softly, savoring how good your skin felt against his.

His eyes fluttered open, immediately seeking the beautiful face of the woman draped across his chest. A slow, lazy smile spread across his lips as he took you in. Drunk in love, his hands began to wander, caressing your body. He could feel his cock, still nestled deep inside you, beginning to swell again at the intimate contact — already aching to make love to you once more.

"Good morning, beautiful," John murmured.

You groaned in response, too sleepy to care or understand.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Go back to sleep,” he whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, one hand drawing slow, gentle circles on your hip. “It’s too early for that pretty little mouth to be complaining. I’d rather hear it moaning my name.”

And with that, your senses slowly returned. You could feel the heat building between you again, already catching on to John’s intentions.

“Besides,” he continued, voice darker now, “I know a much better way to wake you up. A way that’ll have you screaming, and shaking, and coming all over me.”

He rolled his hips forward, grinding his now fully erect shaft deeper into your warm, sensitive walls. You gasped, a sharp breath escaping your kiss-swollen lips at the sudden, delicious stimulation. A wicked grin curled his mouth as he felt you instinctively clench around him — your body already eager for more, even as your mind remained fogged with sleep.

“John—” you moaned, your voice barely a whisper, lost in the feeling of him inside you.

“I’m going to fuck you awake, sweetheart,” he promised, beginning to move his hips in slow, deep thrusts that made your whole body tremble. You whimpered softly, muffled moans escaping your throat. God, it felt good — the way his cock filled you, disappeared between your folds, again and again. Overwhelmed by the sensations, your hips began to move, desperate for more friction.

He felt every movement you made — grinding against him, drawing him closer to the edge. But he wasn’t going to let go. Not yet. Not until you came undone on his cock.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, picking up his pace.

“Oh John—f–uck,” you moaned, needing more, needing control. You lifted yourself up, riding him, your hips moving up and down his glistening length. His eyes darkened, nearly black, drunk on the sight of your body bouncing on top of him, your pussy gripping his cock so fucking tight.

The heat between you intensified, your movements becoming more frantic, more needy. His hands gripped your hips, hard enough to leave bruises. “Oh fuck—John.”

He could feel how close you were, your walls pulsing around him. Sliding his hand between your bodies, he found your clit and rubbed fast, tight circles against it.

“John, I’m gonna—” you gasped, but your words were lost to a perfect thrust of his hips.

“I know, princess. Just let go.”

And you did.

Your body shattered around him, your first orgasm of the day crashing through you. John followed seconds later, groaning as he gripped your hips, holding you flush against him while he spilled inside. He pressed wet kisses to your neck and collarbone, still catching his breath.

“So pretty. My pretty girl.”

You collapsed on his chest again, skin warm against his, utterly blissed out — soaking in every last ounce of how good he made you feel.