rabbot’s princess

the sound of the door closing and robby’s bag dropping to the floor with a heavy dull thud jolts you out of your sleep. you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home, robby told you multiple times that you didn’t need to wait up for him, that the bed would be much better for you to sleep in but it just didn’t feel the same without him in it.

“long day?” you ask as robby lets out one of his signature deep sighs. you rub the tired from your eyes and peer over the back of the couch to look at him, he looked exhausted, well and truly burnt out from his terrible day.

robby drags his hands down his face before nodding, “like you wouldn’t believe, how’s she been today?” he’s shuffling over to you now, his feet unable to lift off the floor as he makes his way over. he’s kicking his shoes off before flopping onto the couch beside you, falling into you with his head resting on your full chest.

“aw, my poor baby,” you coo with a frown “my other baby’s been good, she went down about an hour ago.” you wrap your arms around his head and hold him against you, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head. he shifts to bury himself in your clothed tits. nuzzling his face all in their warmth, taking in your familiar calming scent.

immediately you feel robby soften, his shoulders relax and he becomes almost limp as he breathes you in. his hands come up to toy with the hem of your top, the backs of his fingers grazing the bare skin of your soft tummy underneath. “can i?” he asks, peering up at you with those big brown eyes that you could never say no to.

“go ahead, baby” you smile softly at him and nod. robby leans back and pulls your top over your head. your full, swollen breasts bounce against the swell of your postpartum stomach as they’re freed from the too tight top you were wearing.

robby takes them in, his pupils blowing wide open as he devours them with his eyes. it’s not hungry though, it’s something much more gentle, more soft than the look he would’ve given them before you became pregnant. something in robby flipped when you told him you were expecting. before he was ravenous, wanted to be on you all the time, possessive and borderline rough. but now, whenever he saw you all bare like this he just melted into this sweet little puppy who didn’t know the meaning of the word rough.

“have you pumped today?” robby asks, lowering his face so he’s inches away from your hard nipple. he looks up at you and you shake your head, “not since this morning, had a feeling you’d be having one of those days.” you stroke the side of his face, your nails lightly grazing through his greying beard. he smiles back up at you, a content, lazy smile that has your heart hammering in your chest.

your daughter had stopped taking breast milk a week ago so you had been bottle feeding her formula instead. however, your body was still producing milk and a lot of it at that. but it was fine, robby would never let any of that go to waste.

“thank you, mama” he hums before closing the gap, his lips wrapping around your swollen nipple. his tongue darts over it a couple of times before he softly hollows out his cheeks and suckles on your breast. your eyes flutter closed at the same time as his, a satisfied hum reverberating from each of your throats.

robby’s hand comes up to massage your other breast, gently rolling it in his hand to relieve some of the pressure he knows has been building up all day. the mild taste of your milk hits his tongue and suddenly all his worries and stresses wash away. your hand is still caressing the side of his face, stroking and scratching lightly at his moving cheeks.

“mm, there you go. feelin’ better, baby?” you purr, your breathing becomes steadier as you feel yourself relax, the pressure in your breast slowly coming down. robby hums and nods around your breast, just gently sucking on your nipple, swallowing the steady stream of milk that you’d saved up just for him.

when the stream slows to a drip, robby lets go, releasing your breast from his mouth with a wet pop. he looks up at you, his eyes half-lidded with a lopsided smile on his face before he leans up to kiss you. you can taste yourself on his tongue, it’s dizzying.

“taste’s so good. so perfect, love you so much, thank you mama” his voice is so soft and breathless once he pulls away from the kiss, your eyes are blown wide now, dizzy with desire for him.

“s’okay, baby. mama loves you too” you kiss his forehead before he leans down again, this time swirling his tongue around your other breast. you let a soft gasp escape your lips, heats building fast in your stomach, there’s just something about how gentle and submissive robby can be that got you so worked up.

he latches on again, his tongue working your nipple as he sucks gently. his hands are on your naked waist, just holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him there. you slide your hand down his chest over his scrubs, pawing and grabbing at his soft tummy on your way down to his own waist. your fingers clumsily fiddle with the button of his cargo’s before you finally manage to pop it open and unzip them.

you slip your hand in and pull his soft cock out of his pants, lazily pumping it in your hand as he feeds on you. he becomes hard almost instantly and the way he’s groaning around your nipple now has your eyes rolling back from pleasure. you give his cock a gentle squeeze before quickening your pace.

“mmm, y’like that baby? like it when mommy gets you off while you’re being so good f’me? making me feel so good, such a good boy f’mommy” you’re babbling now, completely lost in the moment. robby looks up at you, his deep brown eyes so intoxicating you can help but get lost in them.

“mhmm” he’s moaning around your nipple, sucking harder, faster, not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel it. which you do, deep in your core.

pre leaks from his flushed tip, dripping down your knuckles as his hips buck up to meet your fist desperately. you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips, “someone’s a little needy today, huh? such a greedy little baby, bet you’re just dying to cum aren’t you? that what you want? want mommy to make you cum in her hand?”

robby releases your breast from his mouth and surges up to kiss you, it’s not forceful, just desperate. your free hand comes up to his shoulder, pushing him back down. “god, you are needy today.” you laugh, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips.

“s-sorry mommy” robby whimpers, his hooded eyes dropping to where your hand is wrapped around his throbbing cock, watching intently as you jerk him off. his hips writhe under your hand, you can tell he’s trying so hard not to thrust up, trying to be a good boy for you.

“s’okay baby, i know you can’t help it. just a greedy little thing aren’t you?” you reach over to kiss his cheek, your hand caressing the side of his face again and he leans into it, nuzzling your palm.

“ye-fuck—yeah, just need you so bad, mommy. want to be inside of you” he whines, his eyes rolling back as he nears closer to his orgasm. his hands fly up to grip your waist, needing to hold onto something, anything to keep him still.

“i know, baby. i know. but the doctor hasn’t cleared me yet, don’t want to hurt mommy do you?” you coo, throwing out your bottom lip. your recovery had been taking a little longer than expected, much to both of yours dismay.

robby shakes his head feverishly, his bottom lip thrown out just like yours. he’s panting now between small whimpers that 6 months ago he would’ve been embarrassed about, but not now. how could he be embarrassed to show the woman who gave him everything how good she makes him feel, how much he loves her?

his veins pulse under your hand, you can tell he’s about to cum and so you get onto your knees and bend down to press a wet kiss to his leaking tip. robby groans then, a guttural groan ripped straight from his chest, groans that don’t stop coming as you wrap your lips around him and start sucking, hollowing out your cheeks while you bob your head in tandem with your hand.

“fuck–mommy, oh fuck. shit–i’m gonna, oh god—” robby groans wildly now, not bothering to stop his hips from thrusting up into your face as his body shakes. his hand flying up to grab a fistful of your hair as he spills into your hot mouth, filling up your cheeks with his thick release.

you swallow around him, making sure not to waste a single drop, just like he had done with you. after a few more sloppy thrusts into your mouth he stills, collapsing backwards onto the couch, his tummy heaving as he tries to catch his breath. you pull off then and crawl over him, lowering yourself onto his chest as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight to him.

“th-fuck–thank you, mommy” he huffs out breathlessly, his hand coming up to stroke the back of your head, patting your head a few times before he lazily presses a kiss to your forehead.

“s’okay baby, i trust you’ll pay me back for all of this when i’m cleared…” you giggle and robby returns the laugh, though it’s half-hearted through his exhaustion.

“oh yeah…and then some”

a robby mommy kink fic has been a long time coming. god, idk where this came from, blacked out and there it was oopsie. hope you enjoyed <3333

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“no problem, need any help?” you ask taking off robby’s shirt and laying it on the hot concrete before sitting on it cross legged.

“uh, i should be fine. you should go inside, it’s too hot out here don’t want you getting burned like in LA…what did your mom call it? tomato chic?” robby laughs at the memory of you walking along venice beach looking a flattering shade of fire truck red, wincing with every step you took.

you roll your eyes and lightly shove his shoulder, “hey! we said we’d never speak about that again. besides, i’ve learned my lesson i’m wearing plenty of sunscreen and i wanna help you.”

“fine, could you grab me the ratchet from the tool box?” robby asks lying down on the floor beside his bike, fiddling with something underneath it.

you locate the tool pretty easily, this wasn’t your first rodeo, and bring it to robby bending down and leaning over him to put it in his outstretched hand—your tits almost spilling out of your bikini top right over his face in the process.

you’d be lying if you said that was accidental.

see, you’d had a tiny little crush on robby since the day you met him and have been trying to get him to fold ever since to no avail—he was seemingly utterly clueless about your previous attempts. so you thought today with your mom being gone for the weekend would be the perfect time to up your game, hence the tiny little bikini and the tits in his face.

robby looks up briefly, opening his mouth to thank you but his words get caught in his throat when his eyes meet your barely contained breasts hovering just above his face. his heart stutters in his chest, his dick stirs in his now seemingly too tight pants as he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from your chest.

“th–thank you, honey” robby gulps after a minute or so. he turns back to his bike and tries to think about literally anything other than your tits to calm the growing erection in his pants before you notice—for you this isn’t good enough, need to turn it up a notch.

you kneel down beside his head and point at something on his bike, bending over him again, placing a small hand on his chest to ‘stabilise yourself’ as you ask him what it is.

he looks up at you again, his eye and cock twitching as he takes in the view of you bending over him like that, touching him, being so close to him. the thing is, robby too would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you in any way other than how a stepfather should…and i mean, how could he help it when you’re always walking around in those tiny little outfits, always being so sweet and giving him attention…

that’s when it hits him—you’d been doing it on purpose the entire time, teasing him, trying to get a reaction out of him because you want him just as much as he wants you.

a smirk tugs at his lips then and suddenly he’s not trying to hide the growing tent in his crotch anymore. “sweetheart, what are you doing?” he asks already knowing the answer, he just wanted to see if you’d admit to it…which you don’t.

“what do you mean? just asking you about your bike” you smile down at him, tits bouncing as you shrug.

“riiiiight…think you could do me a favour?”

“sure”

“can you lean over the bike and make sure the kickstand is in the proper position? wouldn’t want it to fall on me would you?”

you jump up without another word and lean over the bike, placing your hands on the hot black leather of the seat as you peer over the other side. when all of a sudden you feel something—or someone rather—press up against your back, big strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you tight against their chest.

you turn your head to see who it is, obviously it’s robby, you knew it was but had to at least act shocked at what was unfolding right on the front lawn.

“what are you doing!?” you ask feigning surprise as robby starts pressing hot wet kisses down your neck and along your shoulder.

“come on, let’s not play dumb. you’ve been teasing me since the day we met, don’t be shy now” robby laughs, his hand sliding across your stomach, slipping down to cup your pussy over your bikini bottoms.

you throw your head back against his shoulder. you want to protest, pretend he’s got it all wrong, make him out to be some sort of creep for even thinking that but your body betrays you with a soft moan slipping past your lips as he palms your clothed cunt.

“i-i don’t kn–fuck–know what you’re t-talking about” you try between soft gasps and quiet curses, it comes out breathless and robby smirks against your damp skin.

“sure you don’t. so you haven’t been teasing me and trying to get my attention for a better part of a year then?” he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin sending a shiver down your spine, his words come out almost bordering on mean and they have wetness pooling in your bottoms.

you shake your head unable to find any words as robby runs two fingers against your folds over the top of your underwear, even over the fabric you can still feel it and your legs buckle beneath you.

“so…if i told you to get inside and up those stairs to wait for me naked on your bed on all fours with your ass up ready for me…you wouldn’t do that?” he bites softly against the sensitive skin on your neck and then again not so softly when he presses his fingers into your clit, rubbing hard a few times before letting you go completely, stepping back to let you pass.

you think about it for a few seconds, could you really do this? could you really fuck your mom’s boyfriend? your own stepdad?

but before your mind had even made a decision you were pushing yourself up off the bike and turning to head towards the front door. robby smiles at your obedience and gives your ass a harsh tap as you pass him on your way inside.

“that’s a good girl” he winks as you turn your head and a hot pink flushes your sun-kissed cheeks never once stopping as you stripped yourself on the way up the stairs until you reach your bed and assume the position he wanted you in like the needy little thing you are.

and as you waited there for him with your bare ass in the air, you couldn’t of been more thankful for the fact that your mom was gone for the whole weekend and you would have robby all to yourself.

your robby, finally all yours.

just a little something something 🤭 ik nothing actually happens but i mean u guys already got two posts today soooo..and besides i like a little bit of just teasing sometimes, i’ll let you use your imagination to finish the rest.

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“i know, you’re always working” it comes out a little more childish than you had meant it to. robby rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth with a ‘tssk’.

“i’m sorry, but someone has to pay the bills around here” that stung—of course he was right but it still hurt a little bit.

you pull your head out of his lap and look up at him, his gaze still locked to the screen. you’re sat on your knees under the desk, just watching as he completely ignores you and your plight.

you need his attention, need him. and so you sit up slightly and graze his crotch with your hand, running over it a few times before he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“baby, i’m really busy” he groans, finally looking at you with a tired expression on his face.

you give him your best puppy dog eyes and push out your bottom lip, letting your chin wobble a little bit as you whine, “pleasee daddy, i want you inside of me, want to feel your cock stretching me out. just let me sit in your lap, promise i’ll be soooo good.”

his dick jumps at that—how could he say no to his sweet girl?

“fine, come on then” he pats his lap a couple times and you climb up, a satisfied smile on your face as you roll your hips against him to get him going.

it doesn’t take long for him to get hard, never does with you. and then you’re pulling his cock out of his pants and positioning yourself above it, pulling your loose pajama shorts to the side, not wanting to waste any time.

slowly you sink yourself down onto his length until he’s bottomed out inside of you, feeling his girth split you open as you try your best to be good and sit still for him. robby drops his chin on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses along it as he types away at his computer, answering work emails while he’s balls deep inside of your sweet pussy.

and to both of your surprises, you do actually manage to stay still while he works, for which he rewards you by taking you back to your bed and fucking you into the mattress. all the while telling you what a good girl you are and how much he loves you—even if he is a little busy with work sometimes, you’re still his favourite girl.

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but then he stops the dinners, the gifts soon stop as well, but the flow of income stays. you text him and ask him if everything’s okay and he just replies with i’ll explain everything soon. you can’t sleep that night, tossing and turning, worrying about him—does he not want this anymore? has he lost his money? his job? is he ill?

to try and take your mind off it, you take a week off work and go back home to visit your mom. you love going for bottomless brunch with her and it’s the perfect pick me up after a week of no nice things from robby. she even mentions her handsome new boyfriend is picking her up afterwards—which you’re not so excited about. since the divorce five years ago, she’s had almost a myriad of boyfriends and you’re just begging and hoping one of them stays for longer than a month.

once you’d finished your last drinks, you sat and chatted for a while, before she grinned, pointed behind you and almost squealed oh there’s my handsome new boyfriend now. you turn around, the colour draining from your face as you saw the man who’s been pulling away from you for a week now.

then it hits you and everything all makes sense now. she’s his age, someone he can really settle down with, have a life with, take to nice dinners and lavish with gifts because it’s normal. with you, it’s not normal. you’re the girl half his age he’d get dirty looks from if he walked hand in hand with you down the street. the one he doesn’t want to commit to because he’s scared you’ll leave him for someone younger and better than him.

and yet, it kills him everyday that you visit home, eyeing him up as he relaxes on the couch, wanting so badly to apologise to you, kiss you and tell you what he really wants, that you’ve always been who he wanted but he’s stupid for ever thinking otherwise.

but he doesn’t. just forces himself to try and act normal around you. i mean, technically now he is your stepdad. and that’s even more morally wrong now. but then you’re skipping around the house in tight denim shorts and little crop tops a size too small for you. you offer to help with the cooking, while your mom is out shopping and you purposefully push your chest out slightly, leaning forward to taste the pasta sauce off the spoon. you think robby hasn’t noticed what you’re doing, but his fist is clenched by his side and his teeth grind against each other. you just smile at him before hopping up to sit on the kitchen island behind him. he pauses for a moment, then turns to you, standing directly in front of you.

“you need to stop what you’re doing..”

“what? tasting the sauce? i think it’s actually an integral—”

“coming onto me while your mother is out the house. what we had before is over. okay? i’m your stepdad now and that’s it.”

“so no more gifts?”

“of course not. our arrangement is over.. but if you want something, i’ll give you it.”

you grin at him, kicking your feet gently, before letting your foot graze up his leg, rubbing over his crotch.

“hmm.. i think i want your cock..”

“absolutely fucking not.” he growled at you, wrist grabbing at your ankle and holding your leg away from his half-hard cock, now straining against his trousers.

“but you said, if i want something, you’ll give me it.. and what i want, dad.. is your cock in my mouth, please?” you pouted, whining at him while he inadvertently flicked his eyes down to the wet patch on your underwear—which he had now exposed completely by way of him pulling your ankle away from him.

“no. and don’t fucking ask again.”

“but dad.. s’what i want.. and you can even have my tight little pussy as a treat..”

he just let go of your ankle, turning round and continuing on cooking dinner, muttering something under his breath. you hopped off the counter and walked over to him, asking him what he had said, standing on your tiptoes, hands on his shoulder and looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“not now.”

“so when?”

“tomorrow. when your mother’s gone out for that dinner with her friends.”

“you promise?”

with one hand firmly planted on your ass he takes one finger and runs it along your slit, gathering your slick as he goes. he lifts his finger to take a closer look, a string of your arousal still connecting him to you, jack can’t help but bring his finger to his mouth to get a taste of you.

“fuck, taste so sweet doll” he groans, his eyes rolling back from how good you taste.

he goes back in, running his finger through your folds a few times before circling over your clit. your back arches and you let out the softest gasp, robby would spank you for that, but not jack.

“that’s it, sweetheart, let it out, feels good, huh?” he coos, rubbing your ass with his free hand while he circles your clit with the other with feather light pressure that makes your head dizzy.

“mhmm…feels s’good, uncle jackie” you mewl, lifting your ass to meet his hand, wanting more pressure, more friction.

he gives it you, uncle jack always gives you what you want. he takes his hand from your ass and runs two fingers through your folds a couple of times before pressing them against your tight entrance. you let out another gasp, his fingers are so thick that even two of them feel like much more than you can manage.

“s’okay doll, you’re okay, just relax f’me, uncle jackie’s gonna take real good care of you” his voice is so soft and calming so you let yourself relax, just as you take a deep breath in jack slowly sinks his fingers inside of you.

“mm, shit—m’sorry, didn’t mean to swear jackie” you cry out, feeling so full already with two of his fingers stretching out your tight little hole.

“s’okay baby, you can swear if you need to. i know it’s a lot for a little one like you, don’t worry i won’t tell dad” jack smiles, endeared by even in your fucked out state you’re still trying your best to be a good girl.

“bein’ so good f’me, sweetheart, takin’ me so well. such a sweet little girl” jack’s cock strains against the tight fabric of his pants, he wants so badly to take it out and have you sit on him, really stretch you out but he know’s robby will kill him, you’re his sweet little girl after all.

your walls clench and flutter around jack’s fingers, he can tell that you’re close so he quickens his pace on both your clit and his thick fingers working inside of you. before long you’re writhing in his lap, crying out soft little noises, begging him to let you cum—obviously something you have to do with robby, jack on the other hand would never not let you.

“okay baby, you can let go. want to feel you cum for me, sweetheart—yea. that’s it, just like that–aw, look so pretty coming for me, doll. what a good girl, my good girl” jack coaxes your orgasm out of you and talks you through it, singing sweet praises as you gush all over his fingers, your body shaking as he rides you through your high.

when you’ve finally come down he pulls your pajamas back over your legs, giving a light tap to your ass before you shakily get up off of his lap.

“come on, let’s get you to bed, i’ve already let you stay up way past your bed time” jack smiles as you kiss his cheek, your face all pink and flushed from your orgasm.

he helps you get cleaned up in the bathroom before taking you to your room, perching on the side of your bed as he tucks you in. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before turning out the light and heading back to the living room thinking about how robby must be the luckiest guy in the world to be able have this everyday—to have you.

finally did a pussy inspection blurb after being asked probably 100 times—forgive me but i made it uncle!jack, saw a video on x that reminded me of him doing this and went crazyyyyyy!! i hope u enjoyed even if it’s super icky!! <33

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being j’s new girlfriend wasn’t exactly ideal.

he’d bring you to his house, have a swim in the pool,maybe have some mediocre sex that lasted not longer than five minutes and then he was off doing god knows what,you didn’t know. it wasn’t any of your business.

that’s why you started to fuck his uncle behind his back.

j couldn’t handle you, couldn’t even make you cum for goodness’ sake. pope knew that, he heard your fake moans through the walls that barely lasted a minute or two. he had to let you know how good it could actually feel.

so now he has gotten you bended over his dresser—slapping the fat skin of your ass at every thrust of his raw cock into your fluttering, gummy walls.

“popey…’s too big” you whine grabbing the edge of the dresser with your hands, your knuckles turning white “i know baby girl… my nephew doesn’t stretch you out enough does he?” he coos at your ear, he bites at the lobe making your back arch.

“this pussy‘s so fucking tight he doesn’t know what to do with it” pope gropes one of your tits spilling out from your top with a grunt. the sound of your whimpers and of your skin slapping against each other fill the room.

you’re lucky nobody’s home or everyone would have known what you two were up to.

you can feel your pussy clench around his cock, legs trembling closer to the release you so longed to achieve “you close sweetheart? gonna cum all over my cock,beautiful?” pope’s hand travels down your clit while his other one holds tightly onto your hip to slam it against his.

when you come around his cock, your legs fail you, making you almost fall over. he catches you in a heartbeat, placing you against his sweaty chest, holding you close “you’re okay sweet girl”

you nuzzle your nose in the crook of his neck, catching your breath “thank you for this” you mumble.

pope huffs like he has just been offended by your words “no need to thank me…such a good girl” he plants a kiss above your head “am not done with you”