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jackrrabbot · 6 hours ago

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this is too cute wth 🤭 it did not feel like 1.2k words AT ALL

it's a garden life // michael robinavitch x reader

part two · myrtle ( wc. 1.2k )

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The date went well. She liked the flowers, though she didn’t say anything other than pretty, thank you. Robby started trying to explain what you had told him, but she didn’t seem charmed in the way he expected. After her face twists in confusion for the umpteenth time he just gives up on trying to rationalize the choice.

They made good conversation- even had a few laughs. Something about her dog destroying a couch cushion while she was at work— or was it her cat? He's not entirely sure. His mind was admittedly elsewhere for the duration of the dinner.

All Robby could think about the whole time he was sitting across from a perfectly nice and pretty woman was the kind eyed, crossword-doing florist he promised to go back and see afterwards.

He knew he was in trouble when the first thing he did this morning wasn't texting his date to set up a second, but silently praying he hadn't cancelled his subscription to the New York Times.

Sure enough, he hadn't, and there was a copy rolled up and sitting on his front step. The outer pages were a little damp from last night's rain but the crossword was still doable- thank God.

Robby also had the day off today, he'd traded the shift with the other dayshift attending who wanted a day off later in the month for his daughter's birthday. He went back into his Google search history to find your shop again, scrolling until he found your opening hours. 10am, so he still had to wait a while.

In the meantime he filled in what he could of the crossword and took a shower to get himself presentable. It was stupid- he didn't put half this much effort into getting ready for his actual date. He literally went after work, still covered in antiseptic smell and hospital air. But for you, he thought, this would be worth it.

He heads out around 10:30, not wanting to seem too eager and get there right when you open. When he walks in you're helping a customer, something about a 5th wedding anniversary dinner tonight. You still acknowledge him though, shooting him a quick smile and millisecond of eye contact when he walks in. He returns the informal greeting then moves to linger in the back of the shop while you wrap up their flowers and cash them out, and pretends to look through your selection.

"Hey!" You turn your attention to him as soon as the customer has left the store. “You’re not gonna believe this,” he says, finally stepping up to the counter you’re behind. You quirk an eyebrow, beckoning him to continue.

“She didn’t know about the birth flower thing apparently. Looked like I was speaking a foreign language when I tried to explain.” A little amused look comes on his face when your jaw drops in response. “You’re kidding! Damn, I’m sorry, I thought that would’ve blown her away- maybe even gotten you laid," you wink.

"That's not really my type," he mumbles, trying his hardest to fight off a blush from overtaking his face. "Ah it’s okay," he shrugs, "must not have been that into the Romans.” A smile pulls at your lips hearing that he remembers your little fun fact. "Speaking of the Romans," he continues, reaching around to his back pocket. He pulls out a folded New York Times paper and opens it to the crossword, half of the squares filled with chicken-scratch handwriting the others empty or chock full of eraser marks.

"You wouldn't happen to know what goes in today's 16 down would you?" He turns the paper over to you. The curves and edges of his writing catch your eye first, before your gaze drifts over to the clues. "A senators deputy, as in Ancient Rome," you flick up to look at him, "you think I'm just chock full of facts about Rome?"

He raises his shoulders to his ears in an over emotive shrug, "ohh I don't know. Thought I'd take a chance at you maybe harbouring a few more up there," he raises his eyebrows towards you.

You try— and fail— to fight off a smile before relenting and revealing that you do in fact know many more facts about Ancient Rome. "Equites," you say, "the class below senators in Roman civilization."

"How about this one,” you ask, taking out your own half filled copy of the Times, “Immaculate Steelers play," you read, passing it, "whatever the fuck that means." Robby fishes a pair of reading glasses from his pants pocket and slides them over his ears.

You take a deep breath.

He takes the paper from you and scans his eyes down it, mumbling the clue to himself once more before humming. "It's reception. Immaculate Reception. Some iconic play from '72."

"You that old?" You tease, taking the newspaper back. He scoffs, "sometimes I feel like I am." You laugh at his self deprecating joke before turning to scribble the answer into the boxes.

Robby's too enthralled in the way a few strands of your hair have fallen into your face. He eyes over the texture and the way the sun flows through the shop window and bounces against it just right and- wait, did you say something? Shit. He was too occupied to notice.

"What's that sorry?" He asks, shaking his head quickly like it'll make you forget that you just caught him staring. You smile, "the date," you clarify. "Flowers aside... did it go well?"

"Yeah, it was good." He breathes, stuffing his hands into his pockets with a quick nod. Robby doesn't offer anything else, and you widen your eyes in anticipation. "That's it?" You shake your head slowly, "are you gonna see her again?" He just shrugs, "maybe! Maybe, I- to be honest, I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"Well, when you're ready to think that far ahead, you let me know and we'll get you another bouquet." You smile knowingly. "I'll definitely let you know," he returns your smile and nods his head. You two hold eye contact for a moment- not saying anything just... looking.

Then an all too familiar vibration in his pocket takes him out of it.

His pager.

"Fuck, he mutters, reaching around to pull it out and check the notification. "Duty calls?" You ask, though you already know the answer. He nods- regrettably. "Yup. Classic emergency room. Day off can't even stay a day off." Robby shoves the pager back into his pocket and takes his copy of the Times off your desk and puts that back too.

"Well, if I need any flowers going forward this'll definitely be my place." He says, taking a step back in preparation to leave. "Some may say I'm also good for crossword help- particularly when it's related to the Romans." You add, cheeky grin tugging at your lips.

"Right," he smiles, "that too. I'll keep you in mind-" his natural progression would be to say your name but then he realizes- he doesn't know it.

"Wait, I uh- your name," he says quickly, "I don't know your name." You smile, then tell him. He nods like he's committing it to memory. "I'm Michael. Robinavitch. Michael Robinavitch. Everyone calls me Robby."

You smile, "well then, Robby. I'll see you soon."

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jackrrabbot · 6 hours ago

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so i did a thing and abandoned my collab fic and my pope fic (for now) to write out my idea for kidnapper!jack and i'm almost 7k words in (it'll be at minimum 10k)

i think i can get it out by next week 🥰

#rev.raps #hold my hand and tell me that i won't give up #bc i've been jumping from wip to wip #too much lately

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jackrrabbot · 10 hours ago

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#they look so good here

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jackrrabbot · 11 hours ago

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This is how me and my mutuals look interacting with each other’s content

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jackrrabbot · 11 hours ago

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I just know he always says “eyes on me, sweetheart” when they’re in bed

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jackrrabbot · 13 hours ago

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nothing wrong with it at all 🫠 robby you freak

something something robby likes it a little too much when you ask him to open jars, reach something too high, etc etc. makes him twitch in his pants a little tbqh

#this actually reminds me of a movie #the roles are reversed though #the women poisons her man #so she can take care of him #lol

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jackrrabbot · 14 hours ago

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got a very sweet comment on ao3 for my long fic saying they’re excited for the next chapter… which i have almost no motivation to write at this point

remind me to never post fics until they’re completely done

#rev.raps #i’ll probably get a random burst #of motivation to finish later #but

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jackrrabbot · 14 hours ago

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YES, i also think he gets off on you being sick. just imagine being knocked on your ass from the flu or something and you’re completely at his mercy. he loves it :)

something something robby likes it a little too much when you ask him to open jars, reach something too high, etc etc. makes him twitch in his pants a little tbqh

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jackrrabbot · 23 hours ago

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affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.

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jackrrabbot · 1 day ago

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ok, if you’ve watched mr. robot you know elliot’s dad is bad news. but goddamnit christian slater is hot and mr. robot just does things to me

NOT THE ACTUAL DAD THO. just wanna make that clear

#rev.rambles #mr robot #rewatching on netflix rn

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jackrrabbot · 1 day ago

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Jack Abbot from The Pitt

#who said no #i just wanna talk

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jackrrabbot · 1 day ago

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just my opinion, your body is the one paradise that i wanna fly to every day and every night

pairing: andrew cody x f!reader

warnings: a shit ton of smut (oral - f and m!receiving; a little bit of spanking - ass, mainly pussy; some blindfold shit, spitting, unprotected sex, forearm appreciation, dom!andrew), age gap, some sappy fluff

summary: andrew finally takes you home with him.

w/c: approx 6.5k

a/n: aaand the andrew cody infiltration continues. also, when i was putting the warnings in, i realized that dom vs. soft dom is a rather subjective matter lol. so anyways, i hope you enjoy your favorite sad boy getting some lovin’.

read part 1 here

You truly had no idea whether he wanted you to snoop around or not. You had an inkling that he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have said anything. You had been left alone in his car several times now, and not once did it cross your mind to go through his things. And you’d certainly never given him a reason to think that you had. So why did he say that?

It was either a test or maybe he wanted to add on to the punishment that you were soon to be at the receiving end of, and to be completely honest, you weren’t sure how much you could handle. Sure, he had punished you in the past, but that was before he actually fucked you, so you didn’t think that those instances could compare to whatever was about to come. Not to mention you were still pretty sore. Andrew would never make you do anything you didn’t want to, of course; the question was, would you be able to voice it? It felt like a long time ago when you set your mind to one particular goal, which was to never disappoint him.

Also, he was very well aware of the fact that you weren’t able to make yourself cum without him touching you to at least some extent. You had tried at home after he’d convinced you to help him get your pussy ready for his cock, but you had to tell him the next day that you couldn’t finish. He made you show him then, his eyes glued to your fingers playing with your pussy as you sat across his lap in the passenger’s seat, back pressed against the dash, and only when he scraped his nails against your thighs did you manage to cum.

Andrew knew about all of that, he wasn’t forgetful, and he certainly wasn’t ignorant, but he was calculative. So, he had to have some kind of a plan.

You jumped when the car door suddenly popped open and Andrew plopped himself behind the wheel, already watching you with narrowed eyes.

“Why are you in the backseat?”

“…I don’t know.”

His eyes scanned the car before he tipped his head, giving you a look, dimples deepening with the twitch of his lips.

You were nervous. Many things were happening all at once, and you were becoming overwhelmed. You’d just lost your virginity at a church; you almost ruined Amy’s class and Andrew wanted you to do something, and you had no idea what, not to mention you were about see his home for the first time.

So, yeah, you were a little wide-eyed.

“Are you scared?”

At that, you grimaced. “No.”

“You know you don’t have to lie to me.”

You exhaled sharply. Andrew knew damn well you weren’t lying, but you chose to take into consideration the fact that he might be a little unsure of himself or whatever you had going on from time to time, so you leaned between the two front seats and pressed your lips against Andrew’s in an awkward angle.

“I’m not. With you, never.”

And it was the truth. You’d never felt more at ease than with Andrew. Not at school, not even your own home. Paradoxically, church became your new favorite place the moment Andrew first showed up. Your sacred place.

“Well, then get your ass in the front seat,” he said it like it was the most obvious thing to do, eyebrows still knitted together as if your antics had offended him.

Grinning, you moved hastily to open the door and rush to the front seat, accidentally banging your knee against the inside of the door as you were climbing out which you wouldn’t even register if it weren’t for Andrew’s quiet be careful.

You felt like you were trespassing, anxious that somebody would call the cops on you when they saw you wandering between the bungalows as you looked for the right one. Not that it was that difficult, Andrew gave you pretty clear and simple instructions along with the keys – the last, cream white colored house on the right.

You let out a deep breath when the key fit into the lock, and then you found yourself standing in the small bedroom. It was actually basically just one big room, with a tiny kitchen and a bathroom. It didn’t surprise you that his home was almost dust-free and everything seemed to have its respectful place.

Andrew was well-kept all the time, even his car got dirty only after he’d make you cum in it, although he would always argue that that would be insinuating that you were dirty which you were not, he’d insisted. So, yeah he was always clean, always organized, and naturally, he tried to subtly push that on you, too, going as far as buying you a planner to keep important days in check, because it put him on edge when you casually told him ‘I think my doctor’s appointment is on Tuesday’.

Suddenly, the room lit up and you heard the door slam shut behind you, both commotions making you flinch. Shit, you really were nervous. You felt like you were forgetting how to act human.

Why wouldn’t you turn the lights on? Idiot.

You stood in the center of the room, fiddling with your fingers as you watched him go around the house and close the blinds. As soon as he finished, he spoke.

“Walk to the wall.”

You did, facing the wall he pointed at. Andrew was right behind you, standing so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body and his hot breath tickling your ear.

“Take off your clothes. Hand them to me.”

You started with your shirt and bra, giving him each piece of clothing individually, and when you got to your skirt, your ass brushed against him as you bent over to pick it up, feeling he was already hard. That single touch of his jeans to your pussy sent shivers down your spine, and the same thing followed with your shoes.

Andrew skimmed his fingers over your shoulders, then down to your triceps and all the way to your hands, gently setting them on the wall.

“Keep ‘em there.”

You nodded and then his hands returned to their exploration, wandering over your soft curves, while you tried so hard to ignore the fact that this was the first time you were stark naked in front of him.

Not that you weren’t confident about your body, but something about Andrew was making you a little jittery. You wanted to be perfect for him.

Andrew’s touch was feather-light, despite that, your body jerked every time his hands made a discovery of a new sensitive spot, and you could only imagine the smirk it brought on his face. He was teasing you and you wondered if this was how the whole night was going to go.

You knew sometimes he had trouble sleeping, so it wouldn’t really be a problem for him to keep you up with him.

Not once did he let either of his hands slip between your legs during his exploration, limiting his touch to your arms, the grooves of your back, moving them over your hips to the softness of your stomach and up your ribcage, kneading and pinching at your nipples when they cupped your breasts.

His mouth soon joined too, his lips traveling from the side of your neck down, leaving behind a trail of spit as he kissed and licked along the skin of your back until he was kneeling behind you.

“Spread your legs.”

You increased the width between your feet, providing him with enough space between your thighs to fit his head. But he took his sweet, sweet time before he actually buried his face between your folds, licking at the dried cum that had leaked out of you after he’d fucked you. His hands occasionally squeezed the flesh of your inner thighs, causing your hips to tilt as they chased after anything that you could rub your pussy on.

It was embarrassing how turned on you were just from the way he licked the skin of your thighs. It filled your chest with pride, making you feel like his favorite bone to nibble onto, and Andrew was a dog that would growl at anything and anyone who would come near you. You wanted to be owned by him.

You were thrown into a state of bliss when he finally ran his tongue through you, licking a long stripe from your clit to your hole, making your pussy clench around nothing. Andrew straight out moaned at your taste, not growled, not groaned; moaned, a high-pitched noise filled with genuine pleasure, and it made your eyes roll into the back of your head as you moaned with him.

He splayed his hand over your back, deepening your arch and bringing your pussy closer to his face. He sucked and nibbled on your folds, humming into you as his hands gripped your thighs to keep you from squirming away.

You had to change the position of your arms as you became more and more pliant, bracing yourself on your forearms, and before you pressed your cheek against the wall, you noticed that you’d left behind two smudged handprints from how sweaty your palms were. Shit.

“Andrew,” you whimpered, meaning to tell him that maybe you should move this somewhere else, but he didn’t even let up, nor did he acknowledge you in any other way. In a matter of a couple of seconds, you stopped caring too, especially when he stiffened his tongue and pressed it against your opening.

He licked into you, tongue massaging your walls as your ass smothered his face. He let your hips rock against him as you fucked yourself on his tongue while his hands roamed over the skin your ass. You were so lost in the feeling and focused on the movements of your pelvis that you didn’t even notice his hands disappear before you were brought back by two loud smacks landing simultaneously on each half of your ass, making you yelp and your hips bump against the wall.

Fuck, you were so going to be covered in bruises.

There was nothing gentle about the swing of his hands, despite you naively thinking that he was going to be since he always tested the waters with you first. This time, he took a straight plunge, and he yanked you down with him.

Andrew’s hands grabbed your ass then, spreading your cheeks, and before he dove back into you, a glob of spit landed on your center, immediately dripping down to the floor together with your arousal.

Jesus Christ. The wall wasn’t doing anything to cool you down anymore, and you were afraid you might leave another sweaty stain behind. Seriously, you were so fucking hot even though you were doing literally nothing.

Andrew did all the work, drowning himself in your juices as he shook his head from side to side with his tongue buried in your hole. You clenched around the muscle and in response, he slurped up your juices, withdrawing his tongue and moving his lips down to your clit. He sucked harshly on the nub before he unhinged his jaw and laid the flat of his tongue against it, moving his whole head in circular motions and sending indescribable shockwaves up into your spine.

You couldn’t comprehend how he was still able to breathe when it appeared to be a challenge even for you. The muscles in your stomach kept tightening with each graze of his tongue and you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. He ran his wide tongue back to your hole again, lapping at everything that you had to offer. Andrew pushed the wet muscle into your cunt again, and when his thumb went to work on your clit, flicking and swiping, your hand shot to the back of his head.

Clasping your fingers around his curls, you pushed his face deeper into you, wiggling your ass and grinding your pussy against his mouth. Andrew groaned, grabbing your wrist and twisting your arm into an uncomfortable angle against the small of your back.

He held you like that until you filled his mouth with your cum, giving you one last harsh, long lick before turning his head sideways and sinking his teeth into your butt.

You yelped at the sting with a loud agh!, and your hand would’ve instinctively flied to cover the dents if it weren’t for Andrew’s tight hold. You frowned at him as he stood to his full height, as if you had any right to.

“Next time, I’ll bite off your finger if you don’t listen to me.”

Andrew growled against your ear. He was like an animal, panting and snarling behind you as he glared at the side of your face, watching every single one of your movements and micro-expressions.

“I didn’t fuck through your vocal cords yet, I think you can speak, no?”

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Good girl. Turn around.”

Back and ass pressed against the cold wall, you tilted your head to look up at him. His whole face was drenched, shining with your cum and he seemed to not care at all.

“Open your mouth.”

“Should I get down on my knees?”

Sometimes, you liked to act dumb just to rile him up. It turned out that the more impatient he was, the more demanding he became, and that’s just how you wanted him.

But Andrew learned to recognize this game of yours. He wasn’t a fan.

“Did I tell you to get on your knees?” he said, voice condescending, wrinkles appearing on his forehead.

You shook your head.

“Then do what I told you to do.”

You opened your mouth, and his hand gripped your lower jaw, keeping it wide and agape.

“Stick out your tongue.”

You laid it flat against your chin, and he brought his other hand up too, pinching the tip of your tongue and gently tugging on it.

“Playing stupid won’t get you anywhere with me. So, don’t.”

You tried to apologize again, but it was impossible with your uncooperative tongue, the words turning into a noise more than anything else. Andrew knew, though.

“Yeah. You have a lot of making up to do.”

He let go of your tongue and spat right onto the root of it. You were already swallowing down before he even told you to, and a smug smile crossed his face. You guessed it was a pride, but it was hard to tell if he was proud of you or himself.

“Turn around.”

What? But you just–

He sighed at the delay in your obedience, ready to repeat himself but you knew he was getting exasperated with you, so you quickly faced the wall again.

And then, just as you were startled by the lights being flicked on, you were even more shocked by the darkness that suddenly surrounded you.

You felt your hair being pulled and torn as he tied a knot at the back of your head. Fury suddenly overcame you, eyebrows pinching together under the cloth and nostrils flaring. You were mindful of your tone when you next spoke.

“But I wanted to see you.”

“I know.”

…Oh.

So, this was your punishment? Was he fucking serious? You thought it was suspicious that he didn’t throw you over his knee right away, but you just assumed that he was saving it for later. You had yet to see him naked, you only caught a glimpse of his cock, not to mention that you hadn’t even seen him hard. You had told him several times that you wanted to see him, to touch him, to feel him, anything, and he never let you do any of that.

You thought that you were past that now that he’d finally fucked you.

“Andrew, please,” you begged. “Why don’t you just spank me like a normal person?”

“Who says I won’t?”

He won’t. You knew that because otherwise he wouldn’t have said it.

You gritted your teeth together. “You’d see me rolling my eyes right now if you hadn’t blindfolded me.”

“Good to know,” he said lightly, yanking you away from the wall and navigating you… somewhere.

Why did he have to be such a prick all of a sudden? You knew damn well that he wasn’t shy about his body, so why did he keep stalling?

Andrew instructed you to kneel down, and you jumped at the sudden screeching of what you could only assume was a chair being dragged against the wooden floorboards.

When the intense noise stopped, Andrew gently pinched your chin between his fingers, thumb brushing over the skin before he kissed you. Just a peck, nothing scandalous.

“Open my pants.”

You blindly reached for him, finding his bent knees before trailing your hands up along his thighs. You didn’t try anything, not brave enough to push your luck in that moment, fingers searching for his belt right away. You pulled it out of the loops, and then you moved to the button, followed by the zipper.

Andrew was kind enough to help you pull his pants down, along with his boxers. Then, he fucked your mouth.

He was slow at first, letting you feel him with your hands first, guiding them as your elbows dug into his quads. He was big, just as you’d assumed, and you could feel every vein that ran from the base of his cock to the head, brushing your thumbs over them and pressing down just to feel the soft squish before you returned to exploring every remaining inch of his cock.

He let you take your time, and when you were finally ready, you started with small licks, gently sucking on his head like a lollipop. You collected the precum on your tongue before you tried to take him deeper into your mouth, but he stopped you.

“Spit on it.”

With your eyes covered, the first few attempts were laughable, just a couple of bubbles of dribble landing on the tip of his cock as you focused more on your aim than anything else, some of it even staying on your lower lip and dripping down.

Andrew huffed and wiped it away before gripping your chin.

“Tongue. Don’t swallow this time,” he said, and you figured he wanted you to stick it out again, so you did, and Andrew landed another portion of spittle on it. “Spit it back on me.”

You closed your mouth, cumulating the fluids on the tip of your tongue before spitting it back onto his cock, hoping you wouldn’t miss.

“That’s it, such a good girl, huh?” he praised, covering your hand with his and helping you spread the saliva all over his cock with firm motions.

That was the second time he told you you were good.

“Can I take the blindfold off?”

“No, not that good.”

Andrew’s hands finally found their way to the back of your head, and he let his cock glide along your tongue until he hit the back of your throat and you released your first gagging sound. Grunting, he withdrew immediately but left the tip of his cock rest against your tongue.

He gave you time to make sense of what just happened and what was about to happen, and when you shuffled a little closer and wrapped your lips around him, sucking gently, he pushed your head forward, his cock sliding deep into your throat again.

He repeated this motion several times, bobbing your head up and down his cock as bubbles formed in the corners of your mouth.

Honestly, he wished that he could see your glossy eyes as he fucked your mouth, but he couldn’t back down now. He even adjusted the blindfold when he noticed it slipping out of place. Just in case.

Your nails dug into his thighs as he choked you on his cock, and neither of you were aware of the pool of mess that you were leaving underneath you.

Your throat constricted around him, and he almost lost it.

“Fuuuck. God doesn’t have any idea what he’s missing. Looking so fucking divine,” he said, sliding in so deep that your nose brushed against his abdomen before he pulled you off him, leaving you coughing and gasping for air.

Divine. That was a new one.

He squeezed the nape of your neck and pressed his whole face against yours, foreheads kissing and noses squishing together.

“Will you let me be your God?” he panted and you felt his hot breath hitting your lips. “Will you think of me the next time you’re on your knees, making your aunt think that you’re praying to Jesus while really, you’re praying to me?”

“Yes,” you gasped out, clearing your throat again because it was so fucking sore. Andrew held such a great power over you that no God could ever replicate.

“Yeah?”

“I already think about you during every single service.”

He yanked your head back and it sank into something soft – his bed, you assumed. Then he leaned down and locked your lips into a mess of a kiss, teeth clashing together and string of saliva connecting your mouths. He kept your head tilted back as he returned his cock to your mouth, the new angle allowing him to sink deeper into you.

Your jaw was becoming sore and you were so afraid that you were accidentally going to bite down at some point. It was funny, really, you being scared of hurting him as if he hadn’t bit you and threatened to bite off your body parts just a few moments ago.

When he finally gave your jaw a rest and let you breathe, he helped you to your feet and kissed your parted lips. You didn’t have the strength to reciprocate the kiss, too busy trying to steady your breathing.

Andrew shoved you backwards then and your body plopped down onto the bed before he manhandled you onto your knees with your ass high in the air. He palmed your core, slipping his fingers between your folds and massaging you, before you felt the bed dip under you.

“Scoot back,” he said with a hand on your thigh, guiding you backwards a few inches until you bumped into his forearm as he braced himself with his fist digging into the mattress between your calves. You whimpered, pathetically. “Yeah. That’s what you want, right?”

You were always touching his forearms, always squeezing the muscles or tracing your thumb over the veins there. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time, how perceptive he was. You thought it could get you into some serious trouble one day. And this was quite embarrassing, too.

But he was being generous and you couldn’t waste that opportunity because of some stupid insecurity. So, you decided to counterfeit your confidence, shifting your hips and grazing your pussy along the length of his arm, your clit catching on the rubber strap of his watch.

You moved your hips up and down, leaving wetness all over his skin and providing your cunt with a delicious friction. You slid one of your arms underneath you, your fingers circling his wrist behind you to gain some leverage as you rubbed yourself harder against him. Andrew was strong, so there was no chance you could manoeuvre his body the way he did yours, but he understood when you tugged on his wrist and readjusted your body, lowering your hips and arching your back.

Andrew lowered himself, too, so his forearm was now parallel with the bed, offering you a better angle to ride his arm. It must have been an uncomfortable position for him, but you could afford to be a little selfish. His free hand fisted your hair, and he helped you guide your movements, your pussy spreading herself onto his flexors as your ass brushed Andrew’s bicep with each rock of your hips.

But as much as you enjoyed riding the meat of his forearm, the only thing you accomplished with it was getting yourself and him incredibly soaked, and you knew that you weren’t going to make yourself cum like this.

Andrew knew it too, and when you started mewling and losing rhythm, he dragged his arm from underneath you, slowly so you could feel every ridge of him before he pulled your ass up with his hand on your pubic bone in the process, finishing you with his middle finger as it worked circles into your clit.

After you came, you found yourself with your back pressed against his now bare chest, his cock trapped between your bodies, while his back was supported by the headboard.

By this point, you’d have figured out that Andrew liked using his hands. A lot. Because they were once again trailing all over your body, scratching and grabbing whatever they could get ahold of before he hooked them under your knees and spread you open for him.

Fingers of one hand tugged on the hood of your clit, revealing your sensitive bud that was subsequently exposed to the torment of his free hand. You squirmed against him, grabbing on either of his hands, but he singlehandedly folded your arms against your chest and held you down while he still flicked at your puffy clit until he felt your pussy twitch and flutter. He never filled you up though, settling for teasing just to admire the way you leaked onto his sheets.

But you didn’t like this. I mean, you loved having his hands all over you, but there was obviously a disproportionate use of certain body parts. You wanted him to fuck you again. Properly fuck you. And you were seriously getting tired of this game he was playing. You had had enough of his fingers, and it was about fucking time you got more. You thought you’d earned it, not to mention that this was still technically your first time, so he should ease up on you. In other, more accurate words, he should do whatever you wanted him to do.

“Andrew,” you whimpered as he caught the bead of sweat rolling down your temple with his tongue.

“You’re okay. You can handle it.”

“I don’t want your fucking fingers,” you blurted out.

And then his hand disappeared.

“Excuse me?”

“No, wait! I didn’t mean it like that–”

Your explanation was cut short as a wet smack landed against your cunt, causing your legs to snap close and pulling a squeal out of you. He was quick to yank them open again, holding one of them down with his own like you were in a fucking boxing fight.

“No? How did you mean it? Changed your mind about having your pussy spanked?” he panted against your ear.

But that was something completely different and he knew it! You weren’t even sure if he was ever going to spank you in the first place. He was just manipulating you now.

“No, I want you to spank my pussy! Please.”

“Did I not make myself clear back at church? You don’t have the upper hand.” He emphasized with another smack, making you writhe against him as much as you were able to with his arm still caging you to his body. “Why’s it so hard to understand that?”

“You did!”

“Oh, I did? So, what the fuck just happened? You were doing so good. Such a good girl for swallowing down my cock. But then you gotta get all greedy again and ruin everything,” he tsked.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Some would say that you were being dramatic with the way you sobbed, like you were being tortured, but you swore you were! And if you really wanted to exaggerate, you’d go as far as to say that this was far worse than torture. Your own Via Dolorosa.

Your apology fell on deaf ears, though, and suddenly, you heard a buzzing sound followed by a tingling sensation against your throbbing clit, a current of shocks shooting up your body and making you yelp. All you could do was cry out a pathetic no! as your face twisted in agony.

And now, he also decided also to remove the blindfold, revealing the tears that weren’t soaked up by the cloth and dried up on your skin. He tucked in your chin to make you stare at your sopping pussy as she covered the silicone in your slick. He forced you to watch his hand maneuver the vibrator along your folds, parting them before he started inserting it inside of you and fucking you with it.

You felt that cusp of pleasure and pain again, going cross-eyed and throwing your head back against his shoulder as your orgasm neared.

“Fuck. I can’t.”

“Of course you can. Come on. Cum for me.”

You shook your head, your pussy clenching around the vibe as the knot in your stomach tightened. Andrew let go of the device, leaving it inserted inside of you as his hand smacked your clit again.

“Cum for me. Now.” He slapped you one more time and that’s all it took to send you over the edge. The vibrator slipped out of you and onto the bed as you came, your cunt rejecting the tyrannical device.

It was quickly replaced by two of his fingers, and Andrew curled them inside of you, the heel of his palm rubbing harshly against your overstimulated clit and generating squelching noises as he finger-fucked you.

“Fuck, do you hear yourself? Hear how Goddamn wet you are? ‘You don’t want my fucking fingers’. Such a bullshit lie. You don’t even know what your poor pussy wants anymore.”

You writhed and whined, thighs quivering while Andrew moaned out small, encouraging yeah’s and good girl’s as he watched your pussy cry for him. He was almost hypnotized by the mess you left on him when he removed his hand. Your cum was everywhere – your thighs, his fingers, his watch, his bed. Everywhere. It made his cock twitch, how you claimed him.

By the time he finally fucked you, you were almost unconscious, limbs light and gummy, and if it weren’t for the fact that you finally got to see his cock, you would let the fog take over your brain.

You were glad you didn’t, because he truly was beautiful. Not just his cock, but the rest of his body, too, with freckles and scars scattered all over. You thought how unfair it was that he got to touch you so many times already and you were just now seeing him for the first time. You wanted to swallow him down again while your hands appreciated the rest of his body.

He fucked you slow and gentle, kissing your palms and your neck as he rocked against you and when his movements started to falter and his breathing became unsteady, he pulled out and started tugging at himself, aiming for your abdomen.

You reached for him, replacing his hand with your own and jerking him until he came all over your stomach, white streaks decorating your skin.

You were both breathless, your eyes hooded and you swore you could fall asleep if you let your eyelids fall, but you forced them to stay open just a little bit longer. You took some of your fingers and trailed them against your tummy, dipping your pads into the pool of his cum and bringing them to your mouth, sucking the substance off.

You smiled at him, all sweet and soft and fucked out, biting on the fingertips when you finished cleaning them up. The action pulled Andrew in, your stomachs sticking to each other as he leaned over you and kissed you. You arched into him, because that’s just how your body reacted to him at this point, curling your fingers into his hair and melting into the kiss. He plopped down next to you then, allowing himself to catch his breath.

He swallowed, licking his lips as he looked at you. “Was that okay?”

You faced him and giggled, quickly rolling over and onto him, pecking his lips so he didn’t think you were laughing at him.

“Yeah.”

He smiled then, soft and honest. Kind of shy, even.

“Can I stay?” you asked.

“If you want to…”

Of course you did.

“I do. But do you want me to stay? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“I want you to stay.”

You beamed and kissed him again, squishing your nose against his.

You knew you had to clean up, both of you were covered in all sorts of bodily fluids, but you were just so sleepy. So, after some protests from you, Andrew whisked you into the shower, and you noticed your clothes neatly folded on the dresser as you wobbled your way into the bathroom, with your eyes barely open. You managed to scrub yourself of all the filth, and soon, you were tucked in the bed again, clean sheets and everything, wearing one of his t-shirts, bodies facing each other.

“You didn’t search my car,” he said when he played with your hair, gently tugging and twirling the wet strands around his fingers.

Search his car. Did he think you were a cop or something?

“Did you want me to?”

“You know I did.”

…

“Is that why you didn’t bend me over your knee?” you asked, voice quiet and small.

It was a pretty selfish question, but you needed to know if you could have changed the trajectory of the night somehow.

Andrew chuckled, and that was enough of an answer you needed as the dimples cut through his cheeks, teeth overlapping his lower lip. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the stupidity of your question, but fuck, you loved it when he smiled like that. When he laughed. It was a rarity when it came to him.

“No. I could use a different excuse to do that, considering I’m kinda spoiled for choice, so...” He shrugged.

You blinked as he followed his own fingers.

“So, what did you want me to find?”

Andrew bit his cheek, twisting his neck and rubbing his chin against his shoulder as he contemplated whatever was on his mind.

“Andrew?” His eyes connected with yours. “You know you can trust me, right? And I trust you.”

You weren’t stupid. You knew he had spent three years in prison; he’d told you that. He didn’t elaborate as to why, but you Googled all the possible reasons someone could serve six years in prison and then be released on parole. Well, it turned out that there were quite a few. From drug trafficking and fraud to aggravated assault and burglary. Since Andrew didn’t do drugs, you crossed anything that involved drugs off the list, including DUI or vehicular manslaughter, considering he still had his driver’s license, too.

And while he was gentle at heart, you could tell that his first instinct was to do whatever it took to protect those he loved, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he had a history of assaults or if he owned a gun.

It wasn’t just a hunch either. You had experienced it firsthand when the church hosted a car wash fundraiser, having you paired up with a volunteer outside of church – Max was his name. Andrew had promised to pick you up at the end of the event, and he happened to arrive just as the guy poured a bucket of soap water all over you.

From Max’s point of you, it was innocent, really. An attempt to have some fun at the end of a long day, and he was a college guy, so what could you expect?

Andrew didn't see it like that, and he literally charged at him. You managed to stop him, barely, and needed to tell Max to pack up his shit and get lost because otherwise, you weren’t sure what Andrew would have done.

Of course, you were pissed too, because you didn’t even have any change of clothes and the day had just been too long, with creepy guys coming and going, only occasionally getting some peace when other college students drove in to flirt with Max.

Andrew even turned off the AC in his car so you didn’t catch a cold as he took you back to the Church to drop off the cash before you went to change into one of the New Canticle’s shirts you stole from the storage room.

So, yeah, Andrew wasn’t the most phlegmatic person to wander the Earth, but it never changed how you viewed him.

“I hurt people. People I loved. I wanted you to know what I’m capable of.”

So, he was giving you an out. You felt a pang in your heart.

“Did you expect me to run out on you?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of Bible study.”

You grinned at him, bringing your hand to gently stroke his cheek.

“That’s all you could think about?”

He sighed, rolling onto his back. “You should take this seriously. It’s in your best interest.”

There was not a day that you didn’t puzzle him with your naive optimism and the way you idealized him, and he wasn’t sure if he should ignore it like you, be worried for you or let himself be engulfed by it.

You could see the perplexity in his eyes, too, worrisome but still owning that little twinkle as his eyebrows furrowed a little.

“When I saw you in the back of the car, I thought you were too scared to even walk away.”

It broke your heart a little that someone had molded his mind into thinking that he was so loathsome, so undeserving of love. And you hated that you were a contributor, even if it was unintentional.

“So, just so you know, if you want to walk away, you still can. I won’t… ever bother you anymore. I will probably think about you a lot, though.”

“Do you want me to walk away?”

He shrugged a little, glancing at the ceiling, mouth forming a tight line. He huffed then, shaking his head as he faced you again, looking at you with hooded eyes as he tilted his head.

“…I also kept thinking about how fucking tight you were. And how I don’t want anyone else to touch you like that. I think I’d probably have to kill them.”

Yeah, you figured. He was subtle, but you understood.

“Is that your way of saying ‘no’?”

A soft smile crossed his face and he leaned in to kiss you, sighing against your lips, before he replied.

“Yeah.”

Well, that settles it then. Like you said, you weren’t going to disappoint him.

Your aunt would kill you if she saw you like this. In bed with an ex-con while you chose to be ignorant of the fact that he was essentially confessing to you that he still did or was at least capable of committing crimes. You were already walking a tight rope with her and that was the only thing that troubled you. You decided not to dwell on it for now.

“Just promise me you won’t get yourself killed.”

fin.

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it's a garden life // michael robinavitch x reader

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All Robby could think about the whole time he was sitting across from a perfectly nice and pretty woman was the kind eyed, crossword-doing florist he promised to go back and see afterwards.

He knew he was in trouble when the first thing he did this morning wasn't texting his date to set up a second, but silently praying he hadn't cancelled his subscription to the New York Times.

Sure enough, he hadn't, and there was a copy rolled up and sitting on his front step. The outer pages were a little damp from last night's rain but the crossword was still doable- thank God.

He raises his shoulders to his ears in an over emotive shrug, "ohh I don't know. Thought I'd take a chance at you maybe harbouring a few more up there," he raises his eyebrows towards you.

You take a deep breath.

He takes the paper from you and scans his eyes down it, mumbling the clue to himself once more before humming. "It's reception. Immaculate Reception. Some iconic play from '72."

"You that old?" You tease, taking the newspaper back. He scoffs, "sometimes I feel like I am." You laugh at his self deprecating joke before turning to scribble the answer into the boxes.

"What's that sorry?" He asks, shaking his head quickly like it'll make you forget that you just caught him staring. You smile, "the date," you clarify. "Flowers aside... did it go well?"

Then an all too familiar vibration in his pocket takes him out of it.

His pager.

"Right," he smiles, "that too. I'll keep you in mind-" his natural progression would be to say your name but then he realizes- he doesn't know it.

You smile, "well then, Robby. I'll see you soon."

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Holding You, Holding Me / M. Robinavitch

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TWO: Sparks Fly

Summary: your parents’ wedding anniversary brings you and your mom’s friend closer to each other, closer than it should be, but there is no harm if no one finds out, right?

Warnings: kissingggggg, lots of tension, tiny bit of angst cause it’s Robby c’mon, English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 3.47k+

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My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you, I know it's no good And I could wait patiently But I really wish you would

“Of course I’ll bring it to you, Mom,” you sigh, humming incoherently as you drop your bag and white coat in the passenger seat before you march toward the door of the PTMC. “You’ve called me three times already. I’m pretty sure I have your badge in my hand. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be there in a few minutes, alright?”

Hospital is an extraordinary place to work in, ER is even worse; you heard from your mother and her friends, not only because of the patients, but because of the strange layout it has. It feels like you’re trapped in a maze as you wander around the hospital until you find the elevator — embarrassing, really, because it is not the first time you're stepping into this place.

You count yourself lucky as soon as you spot a familiar face among the crowd, fingers twitching as the memories immediately flood back into your head.

Robby. The man you kissed a few days ago and had to break apart before your mom could catch you. The same Robby who you have grown to be familiar with throughout the years.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he notices you as well, giving you one of his heartwarming smiles when you reach the central, “What you doing here?”

“Mom called me at five in the fucking morning and said I need you to bring me my badge and hung up,” you shrug and smile back, nearly melting on the spot with how soft he looks at you, “But she made sure to call a few more times to check if I was really going to show up.”

“Typical Dana,” he leans on his forearm on the counter, scratching the back of his neck as he looks around, “I think she went to the break room, let’s go find her.”

“Don’t you have patients to take care of?” You ask, frowning at how eager he seems to be to get away from all this stuff, “You don’t have to come with me, I’m sure you’re pretty busy, so I’ll just go find her—“

“I’ll be more than happy to get away from this place, it’s a lazy day anyway,” he puts a hand on your back, stepping closer to lead you to the breakroom, but he can’t, nor can you with how this closeness brings back memories of the last time you were together.

You clear your throat, “I don’t want to take your time for something so silly—“

“Stop overthinking it, alright? I’m a grown man and I have ten other people handling everything, let me show you there,” he doesn’t let you dwell on it much longer and with a gentle push, he is walking you through the floor, “I’m not sure if your mom’s there but that’s where it’s most likely.”

“I can wait a few minutes before I have to leave for work,” you reply, thanking him when he opens the door for you to the breakroom, letting you step in first, “I just wanna make sure she gets the badge and stops calling me.”

“I’m sure she’s around,” he closes the door and walks to the countertop, washing his hands while he looks at you over his shoulder, “Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” you smile, dropping your mom’s badge and your phone on the table, walking around the room slowly while he fills the coffeemaker, “You know… we never got to talk about that night.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think there is anything to talk about.”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You freeze on the spot with your back to him on the other side of the room, arms going slack next to your body as you turn around slowly to look at him.

“Wha–what do you mean, Robby?”

Gosh, you sound so pitiful. Of course he thinks it was a mistake, of course he is not attracted to you, of course, of course of course ofcourse—

“Sweetheart, look at me,” suddenly he is in front of you with a mug of coffee, tilting your head up with his finger under your jaw, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” It comes out as a whisper, but he hears you loud and clear and smiles a little when you try to turn your head away, but he keeps your face locked in place as he stares into your eyes.

“Don’t get lost in your head.” his thumb caresses your jaw so slowly that you might think you are hallucinating. “There’s nothing to talk about because—“

“Because nothing happened, right?” Your voice quivers, and you think he might lose his temper and shut you down completely, but instead of getting mad at you, he just shakes his head and leans down a little, “What are you smiling about?”

“Sweetheart, so many things happened that night,” he lets go of you for a moment to put the mug down so he can cup your face, his large hands covering your cheeks fully, “it doesn’t mean they were the right thing to do.”

“But they felt right,” you reply quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you try not to get lost in the way his gaze softens even more, “Why do you regret it?”

“I don’t regret it, sweetheart,” he shakes his head, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, “But we shouldn’t do it again, I can barely look at your mom anymore–“

“This isn’t about how she might feel, Robby, this is about us–“

“I know, I know–“ he leans down to peck your lips suddenly to stop you from talking. Wrong move, now he can’t stop kissing you, not when you taste so familiar like a book he has read ten times already.

He deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side while one hand goes to the back of your head to keep you close, slowly backing you up to the wall of the breakroom without breaking away from your lips.

You reciprocate the kiss with the same passion, hands traveling up to his neck and then shoulders, pulling him as close as possible when he presses his body to yours and corners you, swiping your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before you grant him entrance. His tongue moves over yours, battling for dominance, which you lose pretty quickly and let him take the reins again.

Voices are approaching, and they make him pull away slightly, glancing at the door quickly before he pecks your lips one last time and pulls away, walking to the other side of the room before you hear the footsteps behind the door.

“We’ll talk later, alright? I’ll text you, sweetheart.”

“Okay, yeah, yeah,” you reply breathlessly, running a hand down your face, rubbing your neck as you try to steady your breathing.

What was he thinking? He kissed you like he couldn’t stop himself, and he didn’t even try to stop himself. The more you think about his words, the more confused you get about his actions; he says it’s wrong, yet he can’t keep away from you. He says he can’t look at your mother anymore, but he pulls you closer the second he is sure she isn’t looking.

“Robby, have you seen— oh, honey, hi! I was looking for you everywhere,” Dana pulls you in for a quick hug, kissing the side of your head before she pulls back, “What are you still doing here? Aren’t you going to be late for work?”

“I thought I’d see you too, now that I’m here,” you shrug, trying so hard not to glance at Robby and give yourself away, “Your badge is on the table.”

“Thank you, honey, you’re a lifesaver,” she squeezes your arm, looking at Robby with a raised eyebrow, “What are you doing here? Go out there, you’ve got patients to treat.”

“I was the one who helped her find the breakroom, you should thank me too,” he shrugs, grabbing a plastic cup to fill with coffee, “I also needed coffee.”

“That’s your second cup, and it’s only been two hours since you arrived.” Dana crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at Robby, “Are you alright?”

“Of course, I’m fine,” he nods, taking a sip from his cup before he strides toward the door, “As fine as I always am. Goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Goodbye, Robby,” you smile at him, watching him flush a little and leave the break room with one last wave before you turn to your mother, “What’s going on? Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just been a bit weird these past few days,” she shrugs, grabbing her badge and moving to the counter to pick up a mug for herself, pouring coffee before she takes a sip, scrunching her nose at the taste, “How did he drink this? It’s fucking cold.”

“Oh,” you whisper, mind reeling with the thoughts of how Robby’s behavior changed after your encounter at your mom’s party. He masks his emotions pretty well, but nothing really goes unnoticed by your mother’s sharp, curious eyes, and he has been her friend long enough for her to know how and when Robby’s behavior changes — even if it's something so little and subtle.

You just hope she doesn’t notice your change of behavior. Because if she does, you are fucked .

“Alright, imma head out,” you exhale deeply, running your palms over your pants to wipe off the sweat as you walk to her to give her a final hug, “Have a great day, mom. Call if you need anything.”

“Will do, honey,” she kisses your head, hugs you back, sending you off, “Have fun at work.”

“Absolutely,” you grin and push the door open, holding in your breath as you walk through the ED, eyes finding Robby’s frame quickly, watching him talk to his new students before he glances at you and looking back to the crowd in front of him, but you don’t miss the way his eyes shine a little bright and his cheeks turn red.

Maybe the talk will clear up everything.

••••••

“Fancy seeing you here, Doctor Robinavitch,” you say, finding him with two bags full of Thai food as he walks out of the restaurant. Smirking to yourself, you lean back on the door of your car, waiting for him to finally reach you, “You have a date?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead as soon as he reaches you, “Thank you for picking me up.”

“Of course, I’m always nice to broke men,” you grin when he groans and opens the back door, placing the bags on the backseat with care before he turns around and stands in front of you, placing one palm on the hood of the car.

“It seems humor has nothing to do with genetics, and I have a pretty fancy car in my garage, thank you,” he smiles when you look down at your shoes with a bashful smile, “I don’t wanna talk about things here, so,” he extends his hand to you, waiting for you to give him the remote, “Gimme the keys, I’ll drive.”

“This is an automatic car, Robby, you don’t need keys to unlock the door.” You duck under his arm and move towards the driver’s side, “I don’t trust you with my car, you might get us killed, old man.”

“As if you haven’t been in my car before, kid ,” he rolls his eyes but gets into the passenger seat, watching as you start the engine and fasten your seatbelt, “Just don’t get too excited about the food, I paid for it.”

“Don’t make me throw you out of my car, Robby.” You narrow your eyes at him when you hit the stop at the red light, “My place? It’s closer.”

“Sure,” he shrugs, leaning back on the seat and turning his head to look at you, “What are we doing, sweetheart?”

“Things that are… worth doing?” You crane your head to stare back at him, “Hopefully, I mean. There’s nothing wrong with trying.”

“That’s for normal people who meet on the streets, not us,” he sighs, looking outside the window, scratching his chin, “It’s just wrong . Morally wrong, I am much older than you—“

“Have you ever heard me complain about your age?”

“We kissed a few days ago, sweetheart, you didn’t have time to think about it at all,” he chuckles and closes his eyes, listening to your soft breathing, “I’m not saying to discourage you, but—“

“My god, has anyone told you that you talk a lot?” You whine playfully, “You’re not discouraging me. Upsetting? Yes, but I’m not gonna lose hope this soon because you think it’s immoral for two adults to kiss.”

“One of the adults is twice the age of the other one and is the said adult’s mom’s friend,” he explains, running a hand down his face again, pulling on the edge of the seatbelt as you drive to your place, “Let’s just have dinner first then we’ll talk.”

“Right, you get hangry, how could I forget?”

“You’re insufferable. What the fuck does that even mean?”

“As you said, humor is not passed on by genes,” you look at him, winking as you pull into your apartment’s parking, “Okay, get the bags and I’ll get my boxes.”

You pull into your spot, cutting off the engine before you both get out. He follows you into the elevator quietly after he insisted on carrying your boxes for you while you held the food.

“What are these anyway?” He asks, shaking the boxes a little to hear what’s inside, “New purchases?”

“Those are my new toys, Robby,” you tell him as you both walk out of the elevator, unlocking your apartment door before stepping inside, holding the door open for him to join you as well while you take off your shoes, “New splints, needles for needle therapy, muscle tapes, and a new vibrator!”

“What?!”

“Wha– oh, no, no , hahah, no!” Your eyes widen so much you think they might pop out of your skull. You nearly drop the bags on the floor as you whip your face towards him, finding Robby blushing deeply as he stares at you with parted lips, “For muscles, a vibrator for muscles and limbs and rehabilitation, fucking hell , can you stop looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” His cheeks get redder, but he is no longer shocked, except he is grinning like an idiot, and you wanna wipe that smug smile off his face, “I’m not doing anything.”

“You know I know what you thought, so stop being an arrogant little boy about it,” you hiss, glaring at him as you march toward your kitchen to wash your hands.

This is so embarrassing , you think, because if this happened a month ago, you would have also rethought your entire life, but you wouldn’t be this flustered over it. This time it’s different, it’s worse, it’s more mind-wrecking because you have kissed Robby. He is no longer just your mom’s best friend who you had a crush on, he is the man who was sucking on your tongue only a few hours ago.

“No one’s called me a boy in the past twenty years, sweetheart,” he lowers the boxes on the ground, kicking off his shoes and placing them next to yours, “Also, I didn’t say a thing about your new vibrator, in fact I would love to see what it really is.”

“Fuck off, I’m eating all your food after I kick you out of my house,” you reach for the tissue paper next to the sink, drying your hands and turning around to look at him, “But if you are really interested…”

Robby leans back on the countertop on his elbows, eyes following all your movements as you start to pull out two plates and move to the coffee table in front of the couch.

“Don’t just stand there, help me or I’ll start calling you uncle again.”

“We’ve kissed, and you still wanna call me uncle? Disgusting ,” he makes a weird face before he brings the food to the table, sitting on the couch next to you and helping you unpack them. “What did Dana say after I left?”

“Nothing really, just that you’ve been acting weird for a few days.” You grab your plate and lean back on the couch, twisting your fork in the noodles, smiling when his ears turn red, “I wonder why.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not because of you,” he gives you a sharp look, trying to be convincing, but he is not even doing a good job at convincing himself, “I can’t look at your mom the way I used to.”

“Come on, it’s a decade-long friendship, I’m sure I’m not the only secret you’ve had to keep,” you shrug, but you know what he is really saying. It is hard to keep a cool persona around your mom when she is too quick to catch up on things, not to mention how easily she can pull the words out of your mouth.

“It’s not about that,” he puts his plate down and you do the same, turning around to look at your hands on your thighs first, not really ready to look you in the eye, “It’s about losing what we have created, and also your parents will skin me alive if they ever find out.”

“They won’t! Robby, what are you scared of?” You scoot closer to him, cupping his cheek while he leans on his side and reaches to caress your thigh, the distance between you slowly getting invisible, “We don’t work together, we don’t see each other as much as you see my mom. There is no reason for her to get suspicious.”

“Because!” He groans, dropping his head on your shoulder, pulling you closer as much as he can by throwing your legs over his thigh, “It’s not because of her, it’s… It’s us . I don’t want to ruin what we have if this doesn’t work out in the end.”

“We won’t know anything if we don’t try, Robby.” You can feel how your heart is beating faster, the doubt you have been trying to bury throughout the day is crawling back into your head, “You just have to… let yourself feel it.”

He doesn’t reply, not immediately anyway. But you can feel the hot exhale he lets out over your neck, his fingers tightening around your thigh. You scratch the back of his head, your nails working through the thin strands of his hair as you wait for him to say something.

Robby slowly pulls away enough to look into your eyes, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek. The hand on your thigh moves to your jaw, thumb stroking the length of the bone, moving up to gently press down on your bottom lip.

He closes the distance in the blink of an eye — so much for a man who was telling you ‘Oh but it’s wrong’ and now is kissing you like he is starved for you.

You kiss back instantly; there is no reason not to do so. Tugging on his hair gently, you let him tilt your head in the angles he wants to, deepening the kiss with so much intensity you have to wrap an arm around his shoulders to keep yourself from drifting away.

His teeth clash with yours, and his lips move with certainty you didn’t know he had in him. The kiss turns messy when he pushes his tongue into your mouth, humming at your familiar taste.

You let out little gasps and sighs whenever you can breathe, both arms looped around his neck as you pour everything you can into this, letting him know you want him badly.

He lowers you onto the couch, maneuvering your body to his liking until he is as close to you as possible, making home between your legs without breaking apart from you.

But perhaps you should have listened to the doubt in your gut earlier today; maybe it would have helped to make this moment hurt less. He pulls back suddenly , face flushed and lips swollen, but there is a pain behind his brown eyes.

“I can’t do this.”

The way he whispers breaks you, and it only hurts worse when he sits back up to run a hand through his hair and stands up.

You don’t have the energy to get up. You just lay there and watch him pace around your house, collecting his stuff before he stops and looks at you with a remorseful expression.

“It’s wrong, sweetheart.”

You can’t say anything to him because he is out of your door in a second with his belongings gone. So you stay on the couch with a racing heart and a head full of foggy thoughts.

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