it's yours for the taking

You were lying there in the dim glow of Robby’s bedroom, your chest still rising and falling in waves with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d dragged out of you with his mouth. It hadn’t taken long to get here, a few twelve-hour shifts together, a couple of shared looks across the ER, and now here you were: naked, spent, and staring up at the man who’d just eaten you out like it was his sole mission in life.

Robby stayed there, kneeling between your legs, still fully dressed in gray cargo pants and a white t-shirt that stretched across his shoulders. His salt-and-pepper hair was mussed after your fingers had been in it not ten minutes ago, and those big brown eyes of his were fixed on you now with a heat that made your thighs press together instinctively. His mouth was still shiny with the remnants of your arousal, his lips slightly swollen from the work he’d put in between your legs.

You swallowed, your voice was a little husky from the moans he’d pulled out of you earlier. “It’s a little unfair, don’t you think?” The words came out teasing as you gestured lazily at yourself, then at him. “I’m laid out here all naked, and you’re still fully dressed.”

A low chuckle rumbled out of him, and Robby dragged his eyes over your body slowly. He took in the sweat still decorating your chest, the way your nipples tightened under his gaze, and the slick shine between your thighs that he’d left behind. “I figured you’d want a minute to catch your breath before we even the score.”

You didn’t want a minute, you wanted him, right fucking now. The power imbalance had always been there, with him being the chief attending and you his newest resident, that was part of the reason you’d find yourself so attracted to him from the beginning. But now, the power had flipped in the best way the second you left the hospital, and you felt like you had all the control right now.

You pushed up onto your elbows, dropping your gaze pointedly to the obvious bulge straining the front of his pants. “I’ll catch my breath later. Right now I want to see what I’ve been feeling pressed against my thigh for the last fifty minutes.”

He didn’t argue, just moved his hands to the waistband of his pants, hooking his thumb under the fabric as he popped the button with a flick. The zipper rasped down, and you sat up fully then, reaching for him without thinking. You brushed his fingers as you tugged at the belt he hadn’t even bothered to undo properly in his haste earlier. You worked it free, sliding the buckle open with a clink.

“Someone’s eager,” he commented, but he let you take over, dropping on his back next to you, lifting his hips off the mattress to help you shove the pants down his legs. They caught briefly on the thick thighs you’d felt flexing earlier when he’d held your legs open, then pooled at his ankles before he kicked them aside, leaving him in just the black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how hard he was. The outline was obscene, thick and straining against the fabric.

You didn’t hesitate, sliding up your hands over his thighs, feeling the coarse hair there, and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers to drag them down slowly, letting the fabric catch on the head of his cock before it sprang free. And fuck… It was huge. You’d felt it through layers, grinding against you, pressing between your thighs when he’d pinned you to the mattress. But seeing it like this, bare and erect and curving slightly upward toward his stomach, was something else entirely. The thick veins ran along the shaft, and the head was flushed dark and already glistening at the tip, easily the biggest you’d taken or even seen up close.

Robby lay there unapologetic, but the way his breath hitched when your eyes widened told you he knew exactly what he was packing. “Jesus, Robby,” you breathed, half-laughing as you wrapped your hand around the base before you could stop yourself. Your fingers didn’t quite meet, the girth was filling your palm perfectly. You gave it one slow stroke from root to tip, feeling the way it jumped in your grip, the bead of pre-cum that slicked your thumb as you swirled it over the head.

He let out an exhale, lifting one hand to cup the back of your neck. “Careful,” he warned you. “You keep going like that, and we’ll be over before we even start.”

You stroked him again, firmer this time, twisting your wrist just a little at the head the way you hoped he’d like. The weight of him, the heat, the soft grunts that escaped his mouth… it all made your mouth water and your pussy ache all over again. Robby twitched his hips forward once, fully involuntarily, before he caught himself.

The small distance between your bodies closed as you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was slow at first, allowing you to taste the faint remnants of yourself on his mouth from earlier. Robby responded immediately, keeping his hand at the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair as he angled your head just right, deepening the kiss and brushing his tongue against yours.

You never stopped moving your hand, sliding it over the rigid member, feeling the vein along the underside throbbing with each pass of your thumb over the head. Robby was leaking steadily now, making each stroke smoother and wetter. You tightened your fingers just enough at the base, then loosened on the way up, learning what made him moan the loudest. The kiss grew messier as Robby nipped at your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue, sliding his free hand down your bare back to pull you closer until your breasts pressed against the soft fabric of his shirt, molding your naked body over his still clothed one.

You broke the kiss just long enough to gasp for air. “God, you feel so fucking good,” you murmured, giving his cock another firm stroke that made his breath hitch. Then you let go for a second, gripping the hem of his shirt instead. You tugged at the fabric, trying to pull it upward. “Let me get this off you.”

Robby’s hand caught your wrist gently but firmly before you could yank the shirt higher. He pulled your palm back down toward his erection, guiding it back around his shaft with intent. His voice came out guarded. “It can stay on.”

You paused, keeping your fingers still, loosely wrapped around him, but not moving them. You searched his face, those sweet eyes, usually so commanding at work, now held a flicker of hesitation you’d never seen before. You tried again anyway, your other hand joining the first at the bottom of his shirt, tugging it playfully. “Come on, Robby. What are you doing? Let me take it off.”

He exhaled through his nose. “What are you doing?”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “Trying to get your shirt off. Seems only fair after you had your head between my thighs for like an hour.”

He shook his head once, trying to offer you one of his smirks, but it fell a little flat. “Why?”

The question threw you off, and you blinked as you sat back slightly on your heels on the bed, your naked body fully on display while he lay there in just the shirt and nothing below the waist, with his huge cock still jutting out proudly, glistening from your strokes, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat.

“What do you mean, why?” you asked, genuinely confused. “You can’t blame a girl for wanting a little skin-to-skin contact. I’m completely naked here, and you’re still half-dressed.”

Robby glanced down at your hand hovering near his cock, then back up to your face. For a second, the confidence that had defined every second since you’d walked through his door, the way he’d pinned you down, the filthy praise he’d growled while licking you through your orgasm, just seemed to drain right out of him. He looked… human.

“It’s just…” He rubbed a hand over his face, the same gesture you’d seen him do at work more times than you could count. “I don’t have much time to hit the gym anymore. Between the shifts and everything…”

You’d never guessed Robby could be self-conscious about what was under his shirt. This was the same man who never doubted himself when there were lives on the line in his ED, who’d answered your shameless flirting with such confidence, like crossing the line with a coworker was nothing new to him. The same man who had just let you see everything he kept hidden between his thighs without a flicker of hesitation.

Yet now, as your fingers hovered at the hem of his shirt, he looked almost… shy. Self-aware, and mbarrassed of showing you his fully naked body. And you wondered, quietly, if he always kept his shirt on when he fucked

You reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “Do you think I care? Robby, I’m not here because I think you look like some bodybuilder under your shirt.”

He let out a breath that was half-laugh and half-sigh, running his hand through his hair. “It’s just… the years don’t come alone. I’ve forgotten to look after myself and… Fuck, look at you.” He dragged his eyes over your body again, the curve of your breasts, the way your thighs still glistened faintly from his mouth, and your release. “You’re… to die for. Fcking perfect. And I’m laying here like this.”

You weren’t blind, you’d noticed the slight softness around his middle that the oversized scrubs usually hid, the way his shoulders were still broad and strong but no longer sharply cut like they probably once were. None of it bothered you, quite the opposite, it turned you on. Ripped, gym-perfect guys had never done much for you. What drove you absolutely insane was the natural, masculine reality of Robby’s body, the solid weight of him.

You shook your head. “Shut up,” you told him affectionately. “Just shut up and let me see. I promise I’m gonna love it.”

For a long moment, he just looked at you, those intense eyes searching your face and looking for any sign you were bullshitting him. You held his gaze, resting your hand lightly on his thigh, stroking the coarse hair there in slow circles. Finally, Robby exhaled slowly, and he moved his hands to the hem of the shirt. He gripped the fabric, hesitating only a heartbeat longer, then pulled it upward in one motion, dragging it over his head and off his arms.

His chest was broad and strong, but it had a soft layer of fat to it now, the kind that came from too many fast and crappy meals and not enough time for anything resembling a consistent workout. His belly was round and soft, curving gently outward. There was a light dusting of dark hair across his chest that trailed down in a thicker line toward his navel and beyond, disappearing into the thatch at the base of his still-hard cock.

Robby’s face tightened the moment the shirt hit the floor. He opened his mouth, already starting to apologize again. “Look, I know it’s not—”

You didn’t let him finish, just surged forward on your knees, cupping his face in both hands and crashing your mouth against his in a hard kiss. It wasn’t gentle this time, it was hungry, almost fierce. Robby made a surprised sound in his throat, but he kissed you back just as fiercely. You began to move your hands everywhere at once, exploring his body greedily. One slid down from his jaw to his neck, then lower to his shoulders, squeezing the solid breadth of them. The other roamed across his chest, pressing into the soft give of his pectorals, spreading your fingers to feel the warmth, the slight weight, the way his skin heated under your touch.

You squeezed, kneading the softness there, brushing your thumbs over his nipples, which tightened instantly. Then your hands drifted lower, over the round curve of his belly, grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh, digging your fingers in with appreciation. It felt good, warm, and real, but you could feel the faint tremor of self-consciousness still lingering.

You broke the kiss just enough to speak against his mouth. “Your body is so fucking sexy, Robby,” you punctuated the words with another hard kiss, then another. “I’m so turned on right now. You have no idea. This—” You squeezed his belly again, then slid up to cup his chest, circling his nipples. “—all of this. God, you’re driving me crazy.”

He tried to pull back slightly, still caught in that loop of doubt, muttering something about “not exactly a prize,” but you silenced him with your mouth again, kissing him even harder, leaving no room for arguments.

Moving down slowly, you pressed your lips to the center of his chest first, right between his soft pecs. Then you let your tongue out, dragging a stripe across one of his nipples, making the nub tighten under the flat of your tongue. You circled it lazily before closing your lips around it and giving a gentle suck.

“Fuck…” he muttered and you smiled against his skin as you moved to the other nipple, licking strokes over it before flicking the tip with your tongue. You alternated between them, licking, sucking and grazing with your teeth just enough to make his chest twitch beneath your mouth. His nipples were sensitive, pebbled and flushed by the time you pulled back, leaving them shiny with your saliva.

Then you started moving even lower, you kissed your way down the warm, rounded swell of his belly, taking your time. Open-mouthed kisses, and licking from below his sternum all the way down to his navel. Robby’s stomach tensed as if he was trying to suck in his stomach, but he eventually relaxed as you nuzzled into it, rubbing your cheek against the curve like you couldn’t get enough.

“You have no idea how much I love this,” you said against him, kissing the softest part of his lower belly, nuzzling and pressing your face into him, inhaling his scent while you squeezed the sides of it with your hands possessively.

Robby let out a shaky exhale above you, his cock throbbed visibly against his stomach, inches from where you were resting your cheek, but you stayed focused on worshipping the belly he’d been so self-conscious about only minutes earlier.

Finally, you pulled back, moving up his body one again, resting your forehead against his. You kept your hands on his body, one still kneading his belly possessively, the other tracing patterns through the hair on his chest.

“Wanna see how turned on you got me?” you whispered.

Before he could respond with more than an exhale, you shifted on the bed, swinging one leg over his hips to straddle him. The position put you directly above his lap, but you didn’t lower yourself onto his cock, instead, you settled your weight so that your slick, still-sensitive pussy hovered just above the round curve of his belly.

The heat of your core radiated against his skin, close enough that he could undoubtedly feel the wetness. Your thighs bracketed his sides until your knees were pressing into the mattress on either side of him. You rocked your hips once, very lightly, parting and brushing the slick folds of your pussy teasingly against the soft warmth of his tummy, just enough contact to let him feel how drenched you still were, how your body had responded to him, to all of him.

Robby’s hands came up to your thighs instinctively, gripping them. You looked down at him, resting your hands on his shoulders for balance. “See? This is what you do to me. Just looking at you… touching you… It’s got me soaked all over again. Fuck, Robby, I want all of you.”

The sensation was nothing like anything you’d felt before, his stomach was so soft, so warm, so wonderfully plush that it cradled every inch of your cunt like it had been made for this. Your juices, still plentiful from the earlier orgasm and the fresh wave of arousal that seeing him shirtless had triggered, immediately began to coat him. With each forward rock of your hips, you smeared more of your wetness across the swell, painting glistening trails over the trail of hair that led down from his navel.

The friction was perfect, it got your clit dragging deliciously against the flesh, the slight give allowing you to press down harder without discomfort, every movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

You kept moving your hips in rolling waves, forward and back, then in small circles that made your shiny pearl catch just right against the warm curve. You could feel your arousal building rapidly, how your inner walls clenched around nothing as you used his soft belly like the most perfect toy.

“Fuck… Robby,” you gasped, tipping your head back as another wave of pleasure rolled through you. “Your body feels so good… so soft and warm.”

Robby looked completely gone beneath you. His eyes were wide with disbelief and lust. He couldn’t seem to decide where to look, flicking hiz gaze frantically from your face, flushed and lost in pleasure, to your bouncing breasts, to the mesmerizing sight of your beautiful, glistening pussy rubbing all over his soft stomach. His mouth hung slightly open, like a man utterly wrecked by the sight of a beautiful woman using his imperfect, lived-in body to chase her own pleasure so shamelessly.

He watched every roll of your hips like it was the most hypnotic thing he’d ever seen. Your slick folds spreading and dragging over him, the way your clit peeked out with each backward slide, swollen from ll the friction. Robby’s hands twitched at his sides at first, then he finally moved one, wrapping it around the thick base of his cock. He started stroking himself slowly, almost absentmindedly at first, but he tightened his grip as he watched you grind faster.

You noticed the rhythmic movement of his right arm, and you let out a breathless laugh that turned into a moan when your clit caught particularly well against a spot on his belly.

“You’re touching yourself?” you managed to say as you pressed down harder, smearing more of your juices across his skin in a wide arc. “Robby… you really can’t wait, huh? Do I make you that desperate?”

He nodded jerkily, moving his hand faster along his massive shaft now, getting his fingers wet with pre-cum as he pumped them up and down the veined length. “Fuck yes. Look at you… riding my stomach like that… so fucking hot. You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”

His words only spurred you on, so you leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so your clit got even more direct pressure with every grind. Your pussy was absolutely drenched now, with yourr juices flowing freely and coating his entire lower belly in a slippery mess.

Robby’s stroking grew erratic as he watched you chase your orgasm on his body, the contrast was dizzying, your youthful form moving so fluidly against his older and softer one. His free hand eventually came up to grip your thigh, fingers digging into the muscle as if to ground himself while you used him.

You kept going, riding him harder. “Oh god… I’m so close,” you whimpered. “It feels so fucking good… I’m gonna cum just like this…”

The orgasm hit you all of a sudden, and its intensity was overwhelming. You arched your back sharply at the same time a loud moan tore from your throat. Your pussy clenched and pulsed against his skin, fresh waves of your release flooded out, soaking his tummy even more thoroughly. Your hips stuttered through the climax, grinding erratically as you rode it out fully, prolonging the sensation by pressing down hard and rolling until the last tremors finally subsided. Only then did you lift yourself off him, shifting to kneel beside his hip on the bed.

You looked down between his legs, expecting to see his cock still hard and ready. Instead, it was soft now, resting against his thigh, still impressive in size even when flaccid. Robby’s hand and shaft were covered in thick ropes of his own creamy cum.

His chest rose and fell rapidly with a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction.“Sorry,” he muttered, “I couldn’t stop… watching you like that… fuck, you were too much.”

You let out a soft chuckle, one that was was warm and loving, without a trace of mockery. “You really came, didn’t you?” you reached out to brush a stray lock of his salt-and-pepper hair back from his forehead. “Just from watching me grind on your belly like that. God, Robby… that’s kind of hot.”

He let out a self-deprecating groan, rubbing his free hand over his face as if he could wipe away the flush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah… fuck. Couldn’t help it. You looked… Jesus, the way you were riding me.. You were all wet, getting off on me like that.”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “I wanted to be the one who got you off like that,” you said quietly, the words carrying a playful edge of disappointment that wasn’t really disappointment at all. “Wanted to feel you cumming inside me, or at least have my hands or mouth on you when it happened. Not that you stroking yourself while I came all over your stomach wasn’t insanely sexy… but still.”

Robby’s brown eyes darkened again at your words, and you tilted your head, letting your gaze drop deliberately to his spent cock. You licked your lips slowly, feeling a throb of arousal in your belly at the sight. “Think you can get it up again?”

He let out a short, breathless laugh that turned into a groan. “Fuck… I can try.” Without hesitation, he moved his hand back to his cock, fisting it slowly, squeezing it from root to tip in long strokes. The flesh began to twitch under his touch, thickening slightly as the blood flowed back in.

He watched you the whole time, but you didn’t let him do it alone for long. “Let me help you,” you whispered, moving down his body, settling between his spread thighs on the bed. You leaned in, tracing a broad stripe from the base of his cock upward with your tongue, collecting the salty and bitter taste of his cum in one pass.

You moaned softly at the flavor, and licked again, this time focusing on the underside of the shaft, dragging the flat of your tongue along the prominent vein there, cleaning every streak of pearly white that had dripped down. When you reached the head, you swirled your tongue around it in circles, lapping up the thicker globs that clung to the slit.

His cock jumped, hardening noticeably now, the entire length was shiny with your saliva instead of his release. You took the head into your mouth briefly, sucking with pressure, hollowing your cheeks as you worked to clean him completely.

You pulled off for a moment and looked up at him from between his thighs with a wicked little smile. “Told you I’d help.”

Robby’s chest rose and fell faster, the soft roundness of it moving with each breath. “Fuck me.” He cursed into the room.

You leaned back in, extending your tongue for another slow lick along the full length of his now fully erect cock. “In a second.”

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A/N: I’m sorry this is all I’ve had time to write, my life is extra busy with work and college. I really want to write stories with more than just smut, but I can’t seem to find the time right now. I hope you still enjoy this in the meantime.

Your legs felt like jelly and your arms ached by the time you got home. The shift hadn’t even been particularly bad, just tedious and long. You had to stay two hours overtime due to a combination of the ED being understaffed, and the incessant charting that always seemed to be looming over you, and all you wanted to do was go home, kiss your boyfriend, and take a nice hot bath. 

You entered the apartment and immediately sought out Robby. It didn’t take you long to find him lounging on the couch, readers on and book in hand. You could feel the scowl on your face as you trudged over to him, all but falling into his lap and burrowing into his neck, letting out a long whine. 

“Bad day?” Robby asked, setting down his book and petting over your hair. You shook your head, “Just long. ‘m tired. and achy,” you sighed. “Want to take a bath,” you said, but couldn’t find the motivation to push yourself up and actually do it. 

“Yeah? Want me to go run it for you?” he asked, already moving to get up. 

“Yes, please, you’re an angel,” you said, pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss. “Can you add those fancy lavender bath salts, please? And some bubble bath?” you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

“Of course, honey, just don’t fall asleep on me out here,” he teased, reminding you of the last time you requested a bath, and, regrettably, fell asleep before you could enjoy it. 

“I won’t, promise,” you said, holding out your pinky. He hooked his pinky around yours and left you with one final kiss as you settled back into the cushions to wait. It didn’t take long for your eyelids to droop, and before you knew it you could faintly hear Robby’s voice calling to you. 

Your eyes snapped open, “I’m up! I’m awake!” you said, jolting up from the couch, trying desperately to not look like you’d been dozing off.  

“I saw you. Your eyes were closed,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned against the door frame. 

“They were not!” you argued, knowing full well they were. 

“Yup. They were, but I’ll let it slide,” he said fondly, shaking his head “Your bubble bath awaits you. Let's get you in before you doze off again.” He moved behind you and began guiding you into the bathroom. 

“Hmmm, might need a chaperone, then. Wouldn’t want me to drown because I fell asleep in the tub, would you?” 

“Oh no, we can’t have that,” he said with mock concern, “you’ll definitely need supervision. Might even need to take a hands-on approach,” he said, hands slipping down to grope your hips and ass over your scrubs. 

You hummed, grabbing his hands and stilling their descent into the waistband of your pants, “don’t start something you can’t finish, big guy.” 

“Who says you’re not gonna finish, sweetheart?” he asked, a smug smile on his face. 

You shook your head as you walked into the bathroom, only to see that Robby’d pulled out all the stops for you. The scent of lavender wafted from the tub, which was filled with just the right amount of bubbles, the lights were dimmed and candles were lit. He’d somehow even managed to pour you a glass of wine and leave it perched on the little stool beside the tub without you noticing. 

You let out a groan at the sight, slumping back in his hold and thanking him before quickly stripping. Robby slipped in first, hissing briefly at the volcanic temperature he knew you liked for your baths. 

You step in after Robby settles himself, sighing as you submerge yourself into the hot water and Robby’s hold. You wiggle back against him to get comfortable, resting your head against his shoulder. His arms circle around you and hold you close, big hands drifting up and down your sides. 

You chatted quietly about your respective days between sips of wine; Robby had the day off and spent the day not doing much of anything, blessedly. You regaled him with stories about the patients you’d seen and keep him abreast of the gossip circulating around the ED–some of which he was interested in; some he’d wished he never heard, especially when you start talking about who’s supposedly hooking up with who. 

Soon enough, conversation lulled, the two of you content to sit together in the warm water and enjoy each other's presence. That is, until Robby’s hands started wandering, brushing up and down your sides, skimming your ribs with featherlight touches before moving to cup your breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh, grazing your nipples ever so gently before rolling them between his fingers. You let out a soft sigh of contentment, back arching, pushing your tits more firmly against his hands. 

Robby noses at your neck, beard rough against your skin as he marks your neck, biting softly before laving over the marks with his hot tongue to sooth the sting. You can’t help the soft moans that leave you, overwhelmed by the way Robby can make you a mess with a few well-placed touches and kisses. 

One hand continues toying with your nipple, and the other trails down your body, fingers stopping briefly to flit across your abdomen before continuing down to your thighs. Your breath hitches as he begins rubbing soft circles into the tender skin of your inner thigh, so close to where you’re aching for him to pay some attention. 

“Don’t tease,” you pout, angling your head back to look up at him, eyes hooded with lust. 

“‘m not teasing, honey. Just trying to make you feel good,” he replied honestly, cupping your mound in his hand and squeezing gently before he parted your lips with his middle finger. 

“Always so wet for me,” he murmured, spreading your wetness up and over your clit. “Even under the water, I can tell you’re absolutely soaking for me.” He circled around your clit softly, never putting direct pressure on it. You whined, bucking your hips in search of more friction, for something to grind your nub on, but he kept up his ministrations around your clit, driving you mad.  

Your hips breached the surface of the water, waves sloshing and spilling over the edge of the tub and onto the floor from your desperate movements. 

“You’re making a mess, sweetheart,” Robby chided, hand abandoning your nipple and slinging his arm around your hips to hold you still against him. You could feel his hard cock under you, pressing emphatically against your back. You wondered, briefly, if you could make him cum from rubbing against him in this position. Probably. 

“please Robby, thought you weren’t gonna tease me,” you pouted, grabbing his forearm in a weak attempt to force his hand onto your throbbing clit. 

He hummed, mulling it over. “okay, okay, I'll give you what you want, sweet girl,” he acquiesced, chucking softly at the frown on your face. He resituated you, hooking your legs over his, opening you up wider for him. Your hips sat just a fraction above the water line, bubbles dissipated by now, giving you a clear sight of his hand between your thighs. 

You let out a cry when he finally made contact with your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles against it just the way you liked. You let out a keening moan, body shivering from the delayed attention. “Always so responsive for me,” he whispered against your ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and biting gently. 

Without warning he abandoned your clit, two fingers plunging deep into your pussy. Robby set a fast pace, fingers curling against your walls, fingertips pressing up against that spongy spot that made your pussy clench and stars to burst behind your eyelids. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing merciless circles against it. 

“fuck, please Robby, r-right there,” you cried, body writhing on top of his. The only sounds in the bathroom were your wanton moans and the soft plap plap plap of Robby’s hand against the water.

You could feel the coil in your stomach winding tighter, quickly approaching the precipice of your climax. The stretch of Robby’s fingers was glorious, but you wanted more. “want another one,” you whimpered, wanting to feel the dull ache of him stretching you out and stuffing you full with his fingers. 

“Yeah? My greedy little girl wants her pussy stuffed with my fingers? Hm?” he taunted, already moving to slip in a third finger. A strangled moan slipped from your lips, back arching up impossibly from his chest, ass rubbing up against his cock. Robby landed a slap to your pussy, just hard enough to sting, “fuck, sweetheart, you keep doing that and we’ll both be making a mess,” he cursed behind you, rutting his hips up to slide between your cheeks. 

You threw an arm back around his neck, fingers grasping at the short hairs there and tugging. You were getting close, hips jerking against his hand in uncoordinated thrusts, desperate for release. 

Your head hung back against Robby’s shoulder, letting out a near constant stream of moans and whimpers, Robby’s long, thick fingers working relentlessly against your walls, thumb pressed tight against your clit. 

“Don’t–don’t stop, please Robby, I’m gonna–”

“I know, sweetheart,” he cooed, a hand moving back to your nipple, pinching hard between his fingers. “cum for me, wanna feel your tight little pussy squeezin’ my fingers, shit, wanna feel you fall apart.” 

Robby rubbed harshly against your clit one, two, three more times and you’re coming. White hot sparks coursing through your body, back arched, a sob leaving your lips as the pleasure radiates through your body. Your legs try desperately to close from the overwhelming sensation, but Robby’s legs keep you pried open, unable to anything but feel the full force of your climax. You’re not completely sure you don’t black out for a second. 

You faintly hear Robby grunting behind you, but you’re too blissed out to know why. 

You’re boneless in his grasp when you resurface, brain foggy and limbs sluggish. It takes you a minute to realize his fingers are still moving, that his thumb hasn’t stopped circling your clit. 

“‘s too much,” you whined, hips pulling away from and chasing his fingers in equal measure, unsure if you were running away from the contact or begging for more. Robby pressed harshly against your clit, earning an embarrassing squeal-moan combination you weren’t sure you’d ever made before.  

He tutted, “you told me not to start anything I couldn’t finish, so I made you finish. And I want you to finish again. and again. and again,” you barely caught the evil grin plastered to his face before he moved to press hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, continuing his devious assault on your clit. 

You could barely catch your breath, the overstimulation making it hard to think, words heavy in your mouth. “what about you?” you asked, hand clumsily reaching behind you to try and grab his cock, finding it already softening. 

He huffed out a laugh, “don’t worry about me, you took care of that all by yourself, honey, grinding that ass against me. I’ve got all night to play with your pretty little pussy,” he said 

It was going to be a long night.

You knew it’d been a bad day before you saw him. 

It was nearly 10pm when you heard the front door shut with a little more force than necessary. There was no “honey, I’m home,” or other such cheesy remark. Robby toed off his shoes quietly, dropping his keys in the catch-all by the door with a heavy sigh. 

He stood in the entryway, eyes closed, for a beat before making his way over to you on the couch, where you were cozied up with a blanket and book. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before quickly making his way to the bedroom. Even with how hard he found it to cope with the bad days, he knew not to take it out on you. 

You knew on days like this he needed some time to himself to decompress, so you didn’t immediately trail after him. About 10 minutes later, though, you padded into the bedroom, and subsequently into the en suite bathroom. 

You stripped your clothes off as you entered the steam filled room, the air thick with it and the unreleased tension radiating from Robby. He stood in the shower, facing away from you, unmoving. You pushed the shower door open and quickly stepped in behind him.

You pressed your front to his back, smoothing your hands over his shoulders and arms, grounding him in the moment. His shoulders slumped a fraction, the tension not erased entirely, but eased enough for him to breathe a little easier; to pause the spiral you’re sure he’s already started down.

You still hadn’t spoken yet; hadn’t asked about what happened. No, what Robby needed right now wasn’t an exploration of how and why his day went so badly. He just needed contact. He just needed you. 

You wrapped your arms around him fully, rubbing soft circles into the plush of his stomach and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Have you washed your hair yet?” you asked quietly, pressing kisses along the back of his neck and upper shoulders. 

Robby tightened his arms around yours, entwining your hands together over his stomach, and gave a quick shake of his head. You nodded, pecking him one last time just under his ear before moving to grab the shampoo. Squirting just enough into your palms, you began to massage the product into his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp in the process. 

The sound Robby let out could only be described as the human equivalent to a purr. It was deep and throaty, warm and needy. His head tilted back a little more, giving you a better angle. You washed his hair longer than strictly necessary, but you knew how much he loved it, this little act of intimacy, so you didn’t mind the mild ache that started building up in your arms. Soon, though, you tipped his head forward to rinse out the shampoo, before moving on to conditioner, which you quickly applied. 

“Want me to wash you?” you asked, already reaching for the washcloth and body wash. 

“You don’t have to,” he replied weakly, voice hoarse from disuse. 

“I know,” you replied, “Want to, if you’ll let me,” you finished, lathering up his woodsy body wash onto the cloth. 

He nodded then, and you set to work, first scrubbing over his shoulders and back, moving down over his arms and legs. You gave the same treatment to his front, still pressed against his back as you tried to wash every bit of skin you could reach. The angle was a bit awkward, but you knew he didn’t want to turn around and face you yet, still ashamed of the way he handled the bad days, the way he’d go silent even when all he wanted to do was break down. But he wasn’t shutting you out, and he was letting you take care of him, so you weren’t going to argue with him about shower stances. 

Once finished, you stood quietly for a moment as you let the water wash over him, rinsing away the soap. Slowly, you slipped your arms around his front, dragging your fingertips up and down his chest, tracing over his collarbone and any other traces of skin you could get your hands on. 

You continued down, brushing your fingers slightly over his nipples. His breath hitched, throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “You don’t have to…” he said again, but not able to protest but so much. 

“Shhh… just let me take care of you,” you murmured back, already pinching his nipples softly between your thumb and forefinger, tugging and rolling them between your fingers before soothing them over with gentle touches. “Y’do so much for everybody else, just let me make you feel good.” 

You continued like that for a while, pulling out small whines from Robby. One hand remained on his nipple, teasing softly, while the other trailed down his stomach, stopping briefly to knead and rub over his soft belly, before coming to rest just above his cock. 

He wasn’t completely hard yet, but he wasn’t far off. You brushed your hand against him, feeling him twitch as your fingertips ran up and down his length, light enough to tease him until he was fully erect. He was hot and heavy as you gripped him, always filling your hand like it was made for you. 

Your fingers traced over his head, collecting the steady stream of precum  that was dripping from the tip and spreading it down his cock with a few languid strokes. It wasn’t the ideal lubricant, but it was better than just water; it would have to do. 

You continued your pace, twisting up and over the head with the palm of your hand every couple of strokes. Robby hung his head forward, bracing himself against the shower wall with one hand, the other clenching and unclenching into a fist at his side. He was letting out whimpers freely now, abandoning all pretense of stoicism he’d held onto before.

“Please” he whined, thrusting shallowly into your hand. 

You moved the hand not jerking him off to his hip, stilling his movement. “Just let me do all the work, okay? All you gotta do is stand there and look pretty for me, okay, honey?” you said, “Can you be a good boy and do that for me?” 

Robby’s cock twitched at the term of endearment, and he nodded his head vigorously, not wanting to risk you stopping your ministrations. 

“Words, baby,” you chided, squeezing a bit harder on your next stroke. “Yes, yes, I can be a good boy. Can let you do all the work,” he whimpered, muscles tensing from trying so hard not to fuck your hand. 

“I know you can. You do such a good job, baby, even when you think you don’t,” you crooned, picking up speed as you stroked his cock. Robby preened at the praise, moaning and groaning at each affirmation you threw his way.  

Your unoccupied hand moved further down, cupping his balls and fondling them gently, before traveling down slightly lower and pressing two fingers against his asshole. Not enough to breach the entrance, but enough stimulation to make a strangled cry leave Robby’s throat. 

You knew Robby was getting close when he got louder, letting out a steady stream of moans and whimpers, along with breathy exhales of your name. You redoubled your efforts, hand moving quickly up and down his shaft and fingers rubbing tight circles against his hole. “You’re bein’ so good for me like this, baby, lettin’ me take care of you,” you said, teeth catching his earlobe and sucking gently. “You gonna be a good boy and cum? Hm? Gonna make a mess for me, Mikey?” you asked. 

“Yes! Gonna cum, please, please, please,” he pleaded, eyes clamped shut and mouth hanging open. 

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” you commanded, and with a final swipe of your thumb over his slit, Robby was coming long, hot spurts. The sound he let out was delicious, and you could feel how absolutely, debaucherously wet you were between your thighs. You milked him for all he had, only pulling away when Robby whimpered and grabbed your wrist, stilling your movement. 

He stood there breathing heavily for a few moments, still braced against the shower wall. You ran your hands over his shoulders, thumbs applying gentle pressure to the area between his shoulder blades, whispering words of praise. Content to stand there with him as he came down.  

Once his breathing started to even out, he turned around and gathered you up in his arms. “Thank you,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your hair. “ ‘m sorry I’m like this. Don’t know why I can’t just let the bad days go.” 

You grasped his face between your palms, tilting his head to look at you, “Don’t have to apologize, baby. I know you’re trying your best,” you said, “Did so good letting me take care of you tonight.” He melted into the palm of your hand, pressing a kiss there before squeezing you tighter against him and pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “I love you,” he said, hands skimming down your sides to grab at your ass, “and I'm gonna eat you out so good when we get to bed,” he promised, playfully biting at your neck.

You giggled, “Yeah? Let's get outta here then,” and you’re moving to open the door and grab towels before he can respond.

It had been a hellish 15 hour shift by the time you and Robby got home, wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed and sleep for the next 24 hours. But neither of you could forego a shower, needing to get rid of the smell of antiseptic, blood, and other bodily fluids before you could actually relax. 

Which is how you ended up perched sidesaddle on Robby’s lap on the shower bench, lazily washing each other off. Somewhere between sudsing up Robby’s body and rinsing him off, your hand found purchase on his cock and you began slowly stroking him, unhurried in your pace, just enjoying the little sounds you pulled from him. You shared sloppy, uncoordinated kisses that left both of you spitslick and simply breathing into each others’ mouths more often than not. 

Robby wrapped one arm securely around your waist while the other moved between your legs, opening you up for him. The angle was awkward–arms crisscrossed and bumping together every once in a while, your leg almost dangling off his lap–but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was your mutual release. 

Your head dropped back when he finally made contact with your cunt, his fingers tracing around your lips before stopping at your entrance. Two fingers spread your slick from hole to clit, his fingertips dancing teasingly over it without applying any real pressure. You let out a frustrated whimper in dissatisfaction, and he let out a tired chuckle before giving into what you really wanted. 

He rubbed lazy circles on your clit before returning to your entrance and plunging one finger, then two, his long digits searching and finding that soft, spongy spot that you’d never been able to reach yourself. The heel of his hand was situated perfectly for you to grind on, which you did without a second thought. Your body buzzed at the feeling of his rough skin against your clit, spurring your hips into faster and more desperate circles as you chased the friction. 

Stars danced behind your eyelids as his fingers alternated between curling motions and scissoring you open, your hips chasing his hand and properly fucking yourself on him. 

At the same time, you kept stroking his cock, faster now, squeezing and twisting just the way he liked, passing your thumb over the head every other stroke. He was throbbing in your hand, hips bucking up in jerky, uncoordinated thrusts. 

Robby’s full-throated moans were muffled as he dipped his head down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking the pebbled flesh with his tongue before gently biting down. 

The two of you were silent save for the moans and groans you pulled from one another, abandoning your usual dirty talk and working with a quiet determination to get to the finish line. 

Your breath hitched as you approached the edge of your orgasm, the combined sensations working in tandem to throw you off the cliff. But it wasn’t enough. 

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck, soft mewls leaving your lips. “Need more, Mikey,” you whined into his ear, still grinding down against his palm. “Need you inside me,” you continued, finally pulling his hand away and readjusting yourself directly over his lap. 

You took a hold of his cock and swiped it through your folds a few times, each pass providing delicious friction against your clit, before slowly sinking down. It took a minute; it always did with Robby, no matter how many times you’d taken him. But soon enough your bodies were flush together, and you began rocking your hips, small grinding motions that had your clit rubbing against the thick thatch of hair at the base of Robby’s cock.  

It wasn’t a particularly comfortable position, what with the granite of the shower bench biting into your knees, but all you could think about was the way Robby’s cock was stretching you out. You could feel every inch of him this way; every ridge and vein on his gorgeous cock as he fucked up into you, tip kissing your cervix in the best way. 

Robby’s hands rested on your waist, guiding your movements, hips meeting yours each time you sank back down. His mouth returned to your breasts, sucking and biting marks into the supple flesh surrounding your nipples before taking one in his mouth and sucking, cheeks hollowed out. The oversensitivity burned–it was almost too much, but the line between pleasure and pain was perfectly blurred. 

When Robby detached himself from your breast, his eyes were glassy as he looked up at you. “Shit, sweetheart, look so pretty sittin’ on my cock,” he breathed out, eyes fixed on the way your tits bounced as you eased yourself up and down his cock faster and faster, using his shoulders for leverage. His hand slithered between your bodies and found your clit, sweeping in side-to-side motions that had your toes curling. 

It didn’t take long then, your core tightening before the dam burst, your vision whiting out as pleasure coursed through your body. You let out a sharp cry as your orgasm washed over you, walls spasming, a wave a slick gushing out and over Robby’s cock and thighs. 

Your pulsating cunt sent Robby over the edge. With a final thrust, Robby pulled you close, impaling you impossibly deep on his cock, “fuuuuck honey, that’s it. Love feeling you cum all over my cock,” he grit out, head thrown back as he came. You felt him deep in your belly, warmth spreading through you before slowly seeping down and out, washed away by the cooling water. 

You sat slumped against Robby, breathing heavily as his cock softened in your still quivering pussy. Robby held you close, hands smoothing up and down your back as tried to ground you. Your thighs were still trembling–from the orgasm, the position, the exertion–and you knew the ache tomorrow would be a nightmare, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you buried your head in the crook of Robby’s neck, inhaling his scent. 

“mmm I don’t think we got very clean,” you mumbled tiredly. 

“No, I don’t think we did,” he replied, equally as blasé. “You did break the ‘no shower sex’ rule though,” he said, shooting you a tired smirk.  

“Just me? I recall you being there too,” you mused, smiling up at him dopily. 

“I was seduced by a very charming rule-breaker. What’s your excuse?” he asked, eyebrows raised. 

“My excuse is that my very hot boyfriend was sitting in front of me with his very pretty, very hard cock just begging to be fucked. I was tempted, sue me.”

“Oh is that so? You just fell victim to my big, pretty cock, did you?” 

“mhm.”

“yeah, that tracks,” he laughed, shaking his head. He waited a beat, then, “We have the rule for a reason, y’know,” he argued, but you could tell the fight–the very little he had in him to begin with–had bled out. 

“Yeah, yeah, don’t want to get hurt and all that,” you said, knowing the lecture by heart by now. “But this ‘very charming’ ruler-breaker thinks it was worth it,” you concluded, yawning. 

“Yeah,” he sighed, content. “Worth it.”

It was a rare Sunday morning–one that you and Robby both had off. The pitter patter of the shower did little to mask the sound of your combined moans and giggles. You and Robby were unable to keep your hands off of one another. Robby’s hands were gliding across your body, groping and squeezing your tits, ass, thighs, and any other bits of flesh he could reach. You weren’t doing much better, hands scratching down his back, nails digging into his ass as you pulled him closer to you. 

You shared sloppy kisses, teeth gnashing occasionally, causing you both to break out into a fit of giggles into each others’ mouths more than once. 

Before you knew it you were being pressed against the shower door, the cool glass a welcomed contrast to the hot water. Robby tapped your thigh, urging you up to wrap your legs around his waist, to which you obliged. He rutted against you, cock slipping between your folds. Your lips caressed his shaft as he slid against you, bumping your clit with each thrust. His tip caught on your entrance every now and then, pressing in every so briefly before continuing its path through your sopping folds. 

With a garbled moan you grabbed Robby’s cock as it once again snagged against your hole, holding it there until Robby’s hips slowly inched forward. You both moaned as the tip of Robby’s cock breached your entrance, his head falling to rest against your shoulder. He slid the rest of his length into you, his hips rolling experimentally against you as he found his rhythm. 

His pace was slow, unhurried as he pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips back, cock buried deep in your cunt. You loved being split open on Robby’s cock, the feeling of being stuffed full almost intoxicating. Everything else was drowned out by the sound of your and Robby’s moans. 

You’re not sure who or what slipped, but one moment you were pinned against the shower door with your legs wrapped securely around Robby’s waist as he thrust into you, and the next, you were catching yourself against the door, and Robby was gripping onto the metal safety bar for dear life. 

It was deathly quiet, save for your combined pants and heavy breathing, the air still as you processed what just happened. Then–before you could stop yourself–you burst out laughing. You couldn’t help it; Robby looked genuinely shellshocked by the turn of events. 

“You’re laughing!? We just almost died and you’re laughing?” He asked incredulously. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just–you look so,” you couldn’t breathe, trying hard to contain your giggles but failing miserably. “You look so bewildered,” you finally choked out. 

“I am bewildered!” 

Robby was shaking his head in disbelief. “This is exactly why we have the ‘no shower sex’ rule in the first place!” He exclaimed, still catching his breath. 

You reached up to hold his face between your palms, “I know, baby, I know,” you murmured, a little condescendingly, rubbing your thumbs across his scruffy cheeks. “we were having fun, though,” you insisted. 

He looked down his nose at you, shooting you a disapproving look. “I could’ve broken a hip, y’know,” he grumbled, sounding displeased, but wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight against him anyway. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot I was with such an old man,” you joked, rolling your eyes at him. “What, are you gonna start telling me stories that start with, ‘back in my day,’ now?” you questioned, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting soft kisses against his chest. His heart was still beating wildly. 

Robby huffed, delivering a sharp smack to your ass. “Old man, huh? That what you’re gonna be calling me when I fuck you into the mattress later? Hm?” he asked, eyebrows raised. 

You rested your chin against his chest, looking up at him with a gleam in your eye. “Let’s not pretend that it doesn’t get you unbelievably hard when I call you ‘old man’,” you whispered, fingers tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. 

As if to prove you right, you felt his dick twitch against your thigh. 

Not to be outdone, Robby grabbed your chin between his fingers, bringing your lips close to his as he whispered, “and let’s not pretend you’re not soaked at the thought of this dirty old man pounding into your sweet little pussy.” 

You felt your cheeks heat, and your pussy throb. “Touché,” you smiled, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him deep, tongue tangling with his messily. 

You rolled your hips against his softly, just enough to tease. Robby groaned, chasing your lips as you pulled away and reached to shut off the water.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and sauntering off towards the door. Robby was still standing in the shower, lips swollen and eyes glassy. 

You looked back at him over your shoulder, “are you coming, old man? I’m ready to be fucked in to the mattress,” you said, shooting him a cheeky grin before walking off into the bedroom. 

The old man couldn’t move fast enough. 

The two of you are on the couch with your legs across Robbys lap. You're both tired as hell, happy to be at home relaxing after a long shift.

He's watching a documentary about ...something, meanwhile you're watching him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and taking in the features of his face that you adore so much.

You see Robbys eyes flit over to your face and back to the TV a few times, before they finally abandon the documentary entirely. He turns to face you with a questioning, tone teasing as he asks, "What're you looking at, hm?"

Smiling you reply, "Just admiring", which has his face turning bashful, a slight redness creeping up his neck.

"Not much to admire I'm afraid", he chuckles, at which you tut at his self depricating humor, climbing into his lap. You love the way his large hands instantly settle around your waist.

"I'm serious, I love looking at you." You're stroking his face now, over his graying beard and his nose that you love so much, before the tips of your fingers settle on his cheeks.

As you get lost in your favorite part of him, his deep brown eyes (that now turn shy under your gaze) you note absentmindedly, "Hope our kids get your eyes."

The change in him is immediate.

Robbys posture straightens and his eyes shoot up to yours. "Kids?", he asks.

You're too startled by the sudden shift in atmosphere to answer with much more than a confused "Huh?" , hands dropping to your sides.

Robbys hands leave their place on your waist, moving to cradle your face instead. "You said you hope our kids get my eyes", he clarifies, "You want kids? With me?"

You're still struggling to keep up a bit, your tired brain confused on what to make of his excited state - so you settle for a bit of preemptive damage control.

"I mean, I, yeah. I don't... Well I've always thought I'd have kids one day and I think you'd make a good father. I didn't mean to say we have to now, o-or at all really - if you don't want to - just think it'd be nice, like maybe one day-"

Robby shuts you up with a kiss that you're too stunned to reciprocrate properly and when he draws back you finally get a good read on his expression. He's positvely beaming - looking at you like you've hung the moon the sky.

"How about now?", he asks, moving to pepper kisses over your face and neck.

Your head is spinning both from the dizzying kisses and the emotional rollercoaster you've just experienced.

"What? You... Robby hold on love." Pushing him back gently at his shoulders, so you can look at his face again you ask: "Robby are you asking me what I think you're asking? You want to have a baby? With me? Like... now?"

He's still grinning as he picks you up, steady steps taking you towards the bedroom. "Sweetheart, I want to give you as many babies as you'll let me."

You really get the sense that he means it about 15 minutes later, when he's got you laid out in bed, your knees pressed to your chest as he's relentlessly pounding into you. At this angle his cock is hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars, the fullness of it almost too much to handle.

Robby is grinning down at your fucked out expression, leaning in to give you a kiss, one massive hand around your jaw and mumbling into your open mouth, "How many are you gonna give me, hm? Sweetheart?"

When the only thing that leaves your mouth in response are the tiny "uh, uh, uhs" being punched out of you in time with his thrusts he shakes his head in mock dissapointment.

"I asked you a question. Gotta give me an answer love or else I'll pick a number." Robby watches your face for a moment, grinning at the way he can tell you're trying to formulate a thought, but fail to do so.

"Oh poor thing, too gone to answer? That's ok." His hand shifts to stick two fingers in your mouth, hypnotised by the way you immediatly begin to suck on them, as he continues, "How's five sound? Five's a good number, hm? Yeah, I like the sound of that."

Something in Robby seemingly breaks when he sees the way your eyes roll into the back of your head in response, unable to stop the flow of words spilling from his lips.

"We gotta hurry though, still wanna be able to play with them all, while I still can."

"Gotta be one after another, hm?"

"Can see you bouncing our little one on your hip, already swollen with the next one. Fuck you'll be such a pretty momma"

"Can't believe you're letting this old man knock you up."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

It's three weeks later, when you're presenting Robby with a positive pregnancy test after your period being late prompted you to take one. He's grinning like an idiot, tears in his eyes, kissing all over your face and then kneeling to do the same all over your stomach.

He swears up and down he couldn't be happier than he is in this moment...

The hospital lights faded behind Robby as the automatic doors hissed shut at his back. It was past eight p.m., but the moment the night air brushed his face, the bone-deep tiredness drained away. He knew what was waiting for him at home, there was no space left for exhaustion.

He was fifty-four now. Too old for some people’s tastes, but still young to others. Caught somewhere in the middle where the body began keeping score of  the accumulated stress, every skipped meal, every skipped gym session, and every cigarette smoked. And lately the score included the humiliating betrayal of his own dick.

He fished the small blue pill out of the zippered pocket inside his jacket as he walked the first block on his way home. The tablet dissolved on his tongue as he swallowed it dry, making him grimace at the aftertaste. 

It started about a year ago. It had been just… gradual, first it was a night when the want was there, he was so pent-up, he’d waited all day long to finally bury himself inside you, but the response was sluggish, and for some reason he couldn’t keep his dick up no matter how much he wanted to. Then it was another night where it didn’t happen at all, he’d been incapable of getting an erection in the first place. He’d laughed it off the first few times, said he’d had a long shift, or was too tired, it happened to every man at least once in their lifetime. Except it kept happening, and the truth turned into something he couldn’t keep denying, he had erectile dysfunction. Suddenly he was one of those old men, the ones who needed pharmaceutical help to do what used to happen automatically.

And then there was you, full of that energy that came from not yet having your soul sanded down by the weight of the years. You fucked like you were still discovering how good it could feel, like every time was the first time and the last time all at once. You wanted him constantly, you climbed into his lap after a shower, sent him filthy voice notes at 3 p.m. while he was still at work, you waited up for him in nothing but one of his shirts, with your legs already parted like he’d be able to get hard and inside you the second he walked through the door.

He wanted to give that to you. Christ, he really wanted to. The drive was still there, so strong it was almost painful some nights. He’d be one his way home after a deadly shift, and his brain would flash to the way your thighs clamped around his head when you got close, to that little broken sound you always made when he hit that spot just right, and the way your cunt fluttered and gripped him like it was trying to keep him forever. 

But none of that could get him hard, and it pissed him off. He was pissed with himself. With biology too. Pissed at the unfair arithmetic of it all, he was finally with someone who made him feel twenty-five again in every way except the one that mattered most, in bed. He was supposed to be the experienced one, the one who knew exactly how to unravel you until you were shaking and begging and cumming so hard you forgot your own name. Instead he was popping little blue pills and praying they kicked in before you started minding how long it took

He hated waiting. The worst part was the way you looked at him sometimes, not with disappointment, never that, but with patience. You were so sweet and understanding, and it was your infinite patience that somehow made it worse. He didn’t want patience, Robby wanted to pin you to the mattress and fuck you until the headboard dented the wall. He wanted to feel that raw and animal surge again without needing chemical backup, but it was impossible, his cock had stopped obeying him.

On every red light on the way home, he quickly pressed the heel of his palm against the front of his cargo pants, checking if his dick had decided to react already. But every time he did, he was still soft. 

“Come on,” he muttered to his own traitorous body. “She’s waiting. She’s wet for you. She’s been thinking about this all night. Don’t fucking fail her.”

Once he finally made it to the house you both shared,the place was still dark except for the soft light coming from inside the bedroom. You’d left the bedroom door cracked, the way you always did when you were already in bed waiting for him.

He kicked off his sneakers and placed the jacket and badge on the hook. When he pushed the bedroom door, he found you propped against the headboard in nothing but one of his old faded t-shirts, with the hem riding high on your thighs. Your eyes found his immediately, sleepy, and yet so hungry for him. You didn’t say anything at first, just shifted, letting your legs fall open just enough that he could see you were already wet, the cotton crotch of your underwear dark where a patch of your slick arousal had formed, making the fabric cling to your drenched folds.

“Hi, you,” you whispered.

He didn’t answer with words. He crossed the room in three strides, hitting his knees on the mattress, reaching for you with his hands until he found your face. The kiss was messy and desperate from the start, clicking your teeth together from so much desire. You opened your mouth for him immediately, curling your tongue against his, sliding your hands under the scrub top to drag your nails lightly down his back, earning a from his mouth.

You broke the kiss just long enough to tug the top over his head, and he let you. You still remembered the first time you’d stripped him bare, how he’d hesitated, how embarrassed he’d sounded as he muttered an apology about not having enough time to hit the gym anymore. You’d turned that shame into an obsession for the silver-threaded hair across his chest, and for the way his once-flat stomach had softened into a warm and rounded swell that begged to be grabbed, kneaded, and kissed.

Your hands went to his chest first, sliding your palms through the coarse grey curls, finding a nipple and pinching it sharp enough to drag a moan from his throat. Then you went lower, gripping the meat of his sides, digging your thumbs into the plush give of his belly, stroking and squeezing the soft layer that jiggled faintly under your touch. You mapped every inch like you were claiming it.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you breathed against his mouth. “Look at this gorgeous body… I’m so wet for you right now. I need your cock inside me, Michael. Please.”

He knew that tone, you were already desperate and he had to distract you before you got impatient for something he couldn’t give you quite yet.

Robby surged forward, latching his mouth onto your throat. He sucked hard, painting a dark bruise just below your jaw while he shoved your shirt up roughly, exposing your tits to the cool air. He closed one palm over your breast, squeezing it with force, his thumb found your nipple and rolled it mercilessly until you were arching your back off the bed and moaning his name in ragged gasps.

“Michael—”

He dipped his head, closing his mouth over one of your stiff peaks, swirling his tongue in circles around it, then flicking it fast against it, making you jolt. He sucked hard, pulling the nipple deep into the heat of his mouth. The suction sent sparks straight to your core, and you could feel yourself clenching around nothing.

Robby used his free hand to knead the other breast, digging into the soft flesh, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch the neglected nipple, tugging until it throbbed. Then he switched, abandoning one glistening and swollen peak with a lewd pop only to latch onto the other, sucking even harder this time, lashing his tongue relentlessly while his teeth grazed the bud just enough to make you cry out.

Robby was already hard enough in his mind, but the rest of him was lagging. You reached down between you, slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of his pants. His cock was still soft. Still heavy and thick, but soft. You traced your fingertips over the hot length of him, trying to coax him to get harder, and he let out a shaky breath against your collarbone.

You pulled back just enough to look at him. “When did you take it?”

“After shift,” he muttered. “Fifteen minutes ago. Maybe twenty.”

You whined needily and unashamed. “I want it now.”

He laughed tiredly. “Greedy girl. You know how this thing goes, gotta give it time to work.”

You pouted, acting a little bratty cause you knew how much it drove him crazy, keeping your hand wrapped around him, stroking his member slowly, sweeping your thumb over the head, the most sensitive part, on every upstroke. “Don’t wanna wait.”

“Too bad.” He said nipping your earlobe. “You’ll wait however long it takes.”

You loved Robby with an intensity that words could never fully capture. And the sex with him? It was better than anything you'd ever felt with anyone else. He was the only older man you’d ever been with, and the first time his cock refused to harden, the panic hit you. You blamed yourself instantly, maybe you weren't turning him on anymore, maybe your body wasn't enough, maybe you'd done something wrong in the heat of the moment.

But Robby had pulled you close, and reassured you that it wasn’t your fault. Then he gave you the unfiltered truth, the medical and biological explanation: As men get older, the arteries narrow, the inner lining of the blood vessels gets less responsive, and the production of nitric oxide, the very chemical that signals those vessels to relax and let blood rush in, drops. That means poorer vasodilation and slower blood flow to the penis. It takes longer to get hard, or it just... doesn't happen, no matter how badly he wanted it.

He’d promised you that his desire for you was still intact, he wanted you the same as the first day, even more than he’d ever wanted anyone else in his life. And you’d never once shamed him, never let the word “impotent” even brush your lips, never made him feel like less of a man. To you he was still your perfect Michael, the one who could wreck you pill or no pill.

If anything, knowing how badly he still craved you only made the want hotter. You wanted him more now, because you could see that frustrated, almost feral edge when he pinned you down, grinding against you, desperate to bury himself deep and fuck you into the mattress until you couldn’t think straight… but his cock stayed stubbornly soft, thick but not hard enough yet. That look on his face, the aching need mixed with irritation. didn’t make you pity him, it set you on fire. Your cunt clenched just watching him fight his own body for you, rolling his hips uselessly against you. You’d whisper filthy encouragements against his mouth “I love how hard you’re trying for me… how bad you want to split me open” just to feel him shudder.

You slid down the bed, pushing at his hips until he rolled onto his back. Your hands found the waistband of his cargo and underwear, and you pushed them down all at once. Robby lifted his hips a little to help you slide them off his body.

He was fully bare under you now, with his cock lying soft against his left thigh. You settled between his legs, tucking your knees under you, with your hair falling forward to curtain your face. He reached down, gathering it in one fist so he could watch what you were about to do.

You started with soft kisses, open-mouthed along the crease of his hip to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, and then to the base of his member. He twitched just a little, but not enough. You dragged your tongue flat up the underside, tasting the salt and clean flavour of his skin. 

His soft tummy tightened, and a curse slipped out his lips. “Fuck, baby…”

Even when he wasn’t hard yet, the warm slide of your mouth felt incredible against the sensitive skin of his cock. Every swirl of your tongue around the head or suck along the underside, sent jolts of pleasure straight up his spine. And the sight of you kneeling between his spread thighs, with your lips stretched around him, and your cheeks hollowing as you worked him was mentally arousing. His mind was flooded with images of finally getting rock-hard, flipping you over, and pounding into you until you screamed his name. 

You took him into your mouth anyway, despite the softness. It was easy to fit all of him this way, and so you sucked gently, with your tongue cradling the head, letting him fill the wet heat of your mouth without any real pressure. It was more comfort than stimulation right now, and he kept his hand in your hair, not guiding you, just holding. 

Minutes dragged by, and you took your time, alternating between lazy and wet sucks that pulled the soft length deeper into your mouth, and delicate kitten licks along the underside, tracing every vein with the flat of your tongue. You kissed lower, brushing the heavy sac before drawing one of his balls into your mouth with gentle suction. He shifted his hips restlessly, chasing the sensation, twitching his fingers against the sheets. He was still mostly soft gainst your tongue, pliant enough to mold around the curve of your mouth, but there was a change now, a subtle thickening at the base, a new heaviness settling in as blood began getting there. You felt it swell just a fraction against your palm when you cupped him, and then felt the head starting to nudge firmer against the roof of your mouth. Not hard yet, but waking up for you.

You pulled off with a wet sound, looking up at him through your lashes. “Getting there,” you murmured, stroking him with your fist. He was heavier in your hand already, and you noticed how the veins were beginning to stand out.

“Yeah?” His voice sounded wrecked. “Keep going.”

You did. You worked him with patient devotion, moving your mouth and hand in a slow rhythm. You focused on the head mostly, sealing your lips tight around it, sucking gently but insistently while your tongue swirled over the slit, coaxing out every bead of pre-cum and mixing it with your spit until the tip glistened. Your saliva gathered at the corners of your mouth, dripping in strings down the soft shaft, pooling at the base where it met his balls.

You slid down further, taking him deep in one easy glide, relaxing your throat to swallow around the length until your nose was brushing the hair at his groin. You held there for a heartbeat, humming so the vibration rippled through him, and then pulled back, letting your lips drag along every inch, leaving him soaked and twitching.

Every few minutes you paused to worship him properly, pressing kisses and nuzzling the flesh like it was your favorite thing in the world. You whispered dirty words right against his skin, “come on, baby, get hard for me… I can feel you starting to swell… fuck, I love how heavy you feel in my mouth already… just let it happen, I’ll wait as long as it takes to feel you stretch me open. Look at you… so pretty like this… just wait till you’re hard enough to fuck me stupid…”

He laughed breathlessly. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Another minute, or maybe two or three, and his thighs started to tense under your palms. You felt the slow swelling, the way he lengthened against your tongue, until the head nudged the back of your throat now when you took him deeper, making you gag a little.

“There it is,” you breathed, pulling off to watch. His cock stood proud now, flushed dark at the head, glossy with your spit and his pre-cum. Fully hard, finally.

Robby thumped his head back against the pillow. “Jesus fucking Christ. Took long enough.”

You grinned wickedly and triumphant, and gave the head one last kitten lick before crawling back up his body, until you were straddling his hips. 

Once you did, Robby noticed immediately how wet you were. He slid his hands up your thighs, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of your panties. He dragged them down just enough to bare you, then cupped you with one broad palm, sliding his middle finger through your slit. You were dripping, it made his finger glided easily, collecting slick that stringed between your cunt and his hand when he pulled back to look.

“Fuck me,” he said half-laughing. “You’re a lake down here. Been this wet the whole time I was soft in your mouth?”

You rocked against his hand. “Mhm. Couldn’t help it. You taste good even when you’re not hard yet.”

He snorted, but his eyes were dark brown with hunger. “Filthy little thing.” He circled his finger over your clit once, making you jolt and whimper. “All that patience… sucking me off for twenty-five minutes straight just so you could get this messy for me.”

“I wanted to get you hard,” you breathed, grinding down harder, making the head of his cock, gloriously hard, nudge against your entrance. “Want to feel you inside me already.”

“Yeah?” He grabbed your hips, stilling you just enough to lift you up so he could line himself up properly. “Then prove it. Sit on it.”

You took hold of his shaft with one hand, letting it rest right in your entrance. You were soaked, slippery enough that the first press of his head against your cunt made you both moan.

Slowly, you sank down, taking him inch by inch. The blunt head breached you first, parting your slick walls with a burning stretch that made your breath hitch and your thighs tremble. You felt every ridge and every vein as he filled you deeper, making your cunt clench greedily around the gradual invasion until your ass finally pressed flush against his hips.

You were both shaking now, him from the grip of your pussy swallowing him whole, you from the overwhelming fullness that pressed right up against that deep spot inside. His hands clamped on your waist, digging into your flesh, holding you pinned and still for one long heartbeat. 

You looked down and saw the almost pained, overwhelmed expression on his face. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck—” The words tore out of him. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. You gotta relax for me… please.”

He groaned it like a plea. Every time your walls gripped him too hard, the friction turned unbearable,and he needed a second to allow your body to adjust, otherwise the pleasure turned into pain for him. “Just… breathe, baby. Let me feel you open up around me. Fuck, you’re gonna kill me if you keep squeezing like that.”

After a couple of minutes, your cunt finally stretched around his unyielding length, and Robby exhaled a shaky breath. He gave a single nod of permission. “Go on, baby.”

Then you started to move, slow at first, with rolls of your hips that ground your clit against the hair at his base while his thick cock dragged along your inner walls. Every slow circle stretched you anew, the friction making obscene sounds that filled the room as your arousal coated him completely, dripping down his shaft and onto his balls. His head fell back against the pillow with a groan, and you leaned forward, planting your palms firmly on the soft expanse of his chest, feeling the thud of his heart under your fingers.

You snapped harder now, riding him with purpose, up until just the head stretched your entrance, then slamming back down to take him to the hilt again. Each downward grind made you flutter and spasm around him, as his hands slid up to grip your ass, digging his fingers in to help you fuck yourself onto him faster.

“Fuck! Michael… right there—”

He planted his feet flat on the mattress, with his knees bent and hips angled just right beneath you. The shift gave him leverage, and the next time you sank down, he thrust up hard to meet you halfway. The collision was brutal, his cock slamming deep and stretching you open all over again as your ass slapped against his hips. 

He groaned. “That’s it—fuck, take it.”

Each upward snap of his hips met your downward grind, burying himself to the hilt every time. Sweat covered his skin under your palms, nd you watched his rounded belly flexing with every powerful drive. He wasn’t holding back anymore, he gave you hungry thrusts that claimed you from below. You cried out, digging your nails into his meaty soft pecs. He sit up suddenly, banding his arms around your back, crashing his mouth into yours as he fucked up into you with short but punishing strokes.

He watched you mesmerized, one hand palming your breast, the other staying clamped on your hip to guide your rhythm. “Look at you. Riding me like you’ve been starving for it. So wet I can hear it every time you take me.”

“Michael, please—!”

“Please what, baby? Please fuck you stupid? Please let you cum?”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes—”

You came suddenly, seizing as your walls spasmed around his cock, clenching in frantic pulses that milked him deep. A gush of slick poured out of you, soaking his shaft and coating his thighs and the sheets in a messy puddle. Robby didn’t stop, he kept thrusting up into you, grinding the base of his cock right against your swollen clit.

The friction was brutal now, and you whimpered pathetically, jerking your hips as you tried to squirm away, pushing weakly at his chest. “Robby—fuck, too much, I can’t—”

“Not done,” he growled against your lips. “Not even close.”

He flipped you without warning. One second you were on top, and the next your back hit the mattress. Robby hooked your legs over his shoulders, pressing your knees toward your chest. The new angle was brutal, and he bottomed out in one hard thrust, grinding his pubic bone against your clit. 

Robby fucked you with long and punishing strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, snapping his hips with the kind of force that made the headboard thud against the wall. You were loud, you just couldn’t help but moan his name, beg and babble nonsense as he railed you into the mattress.

“So fucking good,” he gritted out between thrusts. “Taking me so well. You were made for me… fuck—gripping me like you never want to let go.”

You felt your orgasm building faster than you could control, the pleasure coiling tighter in your core until it bordered on desperation. Your body moved on instinct, sliding one hand down between your thighs, finding your swollen clit and immediately circling it in little loops. The nub was slick, throbbing under your touch, each rub sending sparks straight up your body.

His eyes dropped to watch, locking on where your fingers worked yourself shamelessly. The sight snapped something in him, and the thrusts turned brutal. “Yeah, that’s it, rub that pretty little clit for me,” he growled. “Show me how bad you need to cum again.”

He angled his hips just right on the next upward, grinding the fat head against your g-spot. You sped up your fingertips on your clit, matching the rhythm of his grinds until you snapped.

You came violently, a cry toreing from your throat as you shook uncontrollably. Robby almost lost it right there when your cunt spasmed around him again. But he wasn’t done, he yanked out of you fast before he spilled. In one rough motion he flipped you onto your stomach, gripping your hips and hauling them up high so your knees dug into the mattress, with your ass arched in the air. 

You pressed your face into the pillow, still dazed from the aftershocks, but he didn’t give you time to catch your breath, just lined himself up and slammed back in from behind in one single thrust, burying every inch to the hilt. The stretch was immediate, your walls being forced open wider in this new angle, his cock punching straight against your cervix.

Robby fisted a handful of your hair, yanking your head back to arch your spine into a perfect curve, until your tits were pressed to the sheets and your ass presented high. “Fuck—take it deeper, baby,” he growled.

The new position let him sink impossibly further, and the added stimulation of his balls slapping wetly against your clit on every drive made you whine his name loudly.

His rounded belly was pressed flush against the curve of your back, molding to your spine until the heat of his body surrounded you completely, cocooning you in his grounding weight that made you feel owned and claimed.

Robby wrapped his big hand around your throat, curling his fingers possessively around the column of your neck, pressing the thumb lightly against your racing pulse. He held you tight like that, arching you back further into him, keeping your body locked in place as he started pounding into you faster.

His stomach jiggled faintly with the impact, and guttural groans spilled from his throat right against your ear, “Fuck… feel that, baby? How deep I’m buried in this tight pussy? You’re taking every fucking inch.” His grip on your neck tightened just enough to make your head spin, holding you exactly where he wanted while he fucked you into the mattress with raw need.

“Cum again,” he ordered. “Cum on my cock one more time. Wanna feel you milk me.”

You had no choice but to obey him. The pleasure crested again, and you climaxed around him for the third time, squeezing him so tight it felt like you were trying to pull him apart. Your arms gave out beneath you, your elbows buckled as you collapsed forward onto your forearms, with your face mashed into the pillow and your ass still high and impaled.

Robby followed right after, his hips stuttered, the thrusts turning erratic until the moment where he buried himself to the hilt one last time, throbbing inside you and pulsing hard with every thick spurt. He came deep, flooding you with rope after rope of his sticky hot cum that filled you so full you could feel the excess leaking out around his shaft, dripping down your thighs and soaked the sheets beneath.

He stayed buried inside you, grinding through the aftershocks, milking every last drop while your cunt fluttered around him. He loosened his hand on your throat, sliding down to stroke your back in sweeps.

Robby pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Think the wait was worth it?”

You laughed weakly, clenching around him just to make him hiss. “Ask me again when I can feel my legs.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I’ve written this concept a few times for Joel before, and after getting some asks about it, I finally decided to write one for Robby too.

I’m actually really excited about it because erectile dysfunction is one of the hottest topics for me to explore in fics. I’m definitely not opposed to writing more Robby one-shots with this theme in the future if that’s something you’d like to see.