guilty as sin

nausea washes over you immediately and you throw a pillow over your face to try and muffle the sickening sounds. you can’t fall back to sleep and the longer it goes on nausea makes way for anger.

when you go downstairs in the morning your mom has already left for work, robby is sat at the kitchen table reading something on his phone. wordlessly, you grab the orange juice from the fridge and grab a glass before making yourself some toast.

“morning, sweetheart.” robby smiles at you but you ignore him, giving him a glare before taking your breakfast up to your room.

confused, robby follows after you asking you what’s wrong but you stay silent, closing the door in his face when you reach your room.

he knocks on it a couple of times before letting himself in.

“did i say you could come in?” you don’t even turn to him, your voice laced with venom as you take a bite of your toast.

robby sighs, “no.”

“then get out.”

robby sits on the edge of your bed, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing”

robby exhales an exasperated sigh, “sure. have i done something?”

“no.”

robby frowns, he knows you’re lying so he slides off the edge of the bed onto the floor. you turn to him then and watch as he gets on his hands and knees and crawls the short distance to you, where he settles on his knees by your feet.

“what are you doing? stop that.” you roll your eyes and scoot your chair away from him but he grabs your foot and begins kissing along the side of it up your leg.

“i’m sorry.” he looks up at you with pleading eyes as he kisses up your leg to the inside of your thigh where he tries to nuzzle his face in your pussy over your shorts but you push his head back.

“you don’t even know what you’re sorry for.”

robby frowns again, his bottom lip thrown out and eyebrows turned up in the middle, “tell me, i’ll make it better, i promise.”

“i heard you, you know.” you fold your arms across your chest, he leans forward to place a kiss over your shorts but you push him back with your foot.

“heard what?”

“last night, heard you and mom through the wall.”

robby closes his eyes and drops his dead down to the floor, “i’m sorry, i had to. i didn’t want to do it, i promise.”

you laugh, “you had to? come on, do you think i’m stupid?”

“no, baby, of course not. i would never think that.” he’s looking up at you again with genuine hurt in his eyes that you’d say something like that.

“sure. you just had to have sex with her, did you?” you roll your eyes, kicking him back softly every time he tries to reach for you.

“yes, she was complaining that we never have sex anymore and that she felt like i didn’t love her. i could tell she was going to leave me, and if she leaves me that means i’ll have to move out and there’ll be no more this. no more us. and i couldn’t have that, couldn’t bear to be away from you so i had sex with her so she wouldn’t divorce me. i didn’t want to. i hated every second of it but i did it for you, for us, sweetheart.” robby explains, his eyes glassy as he searches your features for any sign that you believe him.

“didn’t sound like you hated it to me.”

robby sighs, smoothing his hand over your thigh, you don’t push him away this time, “i did, i promise. she’s nothing like you, nowhere near as good as you, doesn’t even compare to you, baby.”

your lip quirks up with a smirk, “keep going.”

and he does, robby goes on for a good 5 minutes about how amazing you are. how you’re the best he’s ever had. how much he loves you. how much he needs you. how he couldn’t stand to be away from you. how he imagined he was fucking you the whole time.

eventually you stop pushing him back and let him touch you. you let him kiss up your thigh, let his lips meet the soft fabric of your pajama shorts, let him pull them aside and place gentle kisses against the outside of your pussy.

“please forgive me, i’m so sorry. it won’t happen again, i promise. i’ll let her leave me, i’ll move out, you can move in with me and we can be together. i want that so bad, want to be yours.”

you think for a second, a long second that has robby’s heart thumping in his chest as he waits for your verdict.

“okay, i forgive you.”

robby’s face lights up.

“but…”

it drops again.

“you have a lot of making up to do” you raise an eyebrow at him and nod your head to where his face rests between your legs. he understands immediately and nods before getting to work spreading your folds with one hand before eating your pussy like his life depends on it. it does.

“look at you, on your hands and knees for me like some pathetic little dog.” robby’s cock throbs at your words and he reaches his hand down to relieve some of the pressure.

“ah. ah. did i say you could touch yourself?” you knock his hand away with your foot.

he shakes his head, his tongue still exploring your wet cunt, licking and sucking on every inch. you grind the ball of your foot hard against the rigid outline in his pajama pants and he whimpers at the feeling, moaning right into your core.

“what do you say?”

“i’m sorry.” it comes out muffled and barely discernible with his face pressed right up against your glistening skin.

you press your foot down harder, “i’m sorry!” robby yelps, pulling away for only a second to take in the satisfied smirk on your face.

“good boy.”

a wittle bit of foot stuff for this fine wednesday, perhaps?

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not everything on the internet is made for everyone!!! and if u don’t like it no one is forcing u to read it! and not everyone needs to know ur opinion on everything all of the time, shit pisses me off so bad!!

i’ve been in fandom and reading/writing fanfiction for 14 years and have only started seeing this trend of people publicly ridiculing creators and their fics in the last year or so. i can’t help but feel like it comes from tiktok with the rise of ‘what-about-me-ism’

like someone will post a recipe on tiktok called ‘meat pie, it’s got meat in it, and the crust is made out of meat and also the plate’ and some mf will be in the comments like ‘okay well i’m vegetarian so what about me?’ !!?!? what do u mean what about you? don’t fucking make it 😭 same with fanfiction ‘i don’t like this trope so what about me?’ don’t fucking read it if u don’t like it!!! i actually don’t know what’s so hard to understand about that 😭😭

anyway rant over this has been pissing me off for a long time and i’m SOOO glad u brought it up so i could say what i’ve been wanting to say.

“mm, m-mikey?” you mumble still half asleep. robby nuzzles his face into the back of your neck pressing soft kisses against your skin, the scratch of his beard making you giggle sleepily.

“yea, baby. it’s me” he smiles against your neck and you turn around in his arms reaching both of your hands up to cup his cheeks before pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“missed you” you kiss him again.

“i missed you too, angel”

his large hands roam your naked body, not grabbing or squeezing, just gently rubbing, soothing you.

you kiss him again, this time it’s deeper. he settles with one hand splayed out across your back, the other on your hip as the kiss gets hotter, needier.

subconsciously you start grinding your hips against his thigh, your bare pussy sliding against his skin as you moan softly into his mouth.

“mm, need something, baby?” robby smirks against your lips and you nod.

“tell me what you want”

“want your cock, mikey. pleaseeee” you mewl, rolling your hips harder against him.

then he’s kneeling on the bed, grabbing you by the hips and bringing your ass up to meet his. you’re already soaked and he’d been hard since he first saw you splayed out on the bed. so after only a few quick passes through your folds he’s pushing the blunt head of his cock into you, groaning as he feels the tight warmth of your cunt surround him.

his thrusts start earnestly, snapping his hips against yours with the force he knows you love. but after a minute or so he feels that familiar dull ache in his lower back and his knees feel like they might give out at any second. his pace falters and he lets out a pained grunt which he hopes you mistake for a moan, but you don’t.

“everything okay?” you turn your face against the sheets to peer at him over your shoulder.

“gotta help me out a little here if you wanna cum, sweetheart. can’t make an old man do all of the work” he smirks when he sees your eyes darken at his words, he knows exactly how to get you going.

without another word you’re throwing your ass back onto him, bouncing on his cock. he reaches a hand around underneath you, his fingers toying with your clit as you fuck yourself on him. he’s bending over you to kiss up your back, whispering “such a good girl, bein’ so helpful for your tired old man. y’like this don’t you? love fucking yourself on my big cock. can’t even go a day without it to let me sleep, such a needy little baby, huh?”

and that’s it, you’re throwing your ass back harder, faster, greedier as you feel that band in your stomach starting to unravel. his pace on your clit increases, he’s rubbing fast circles, whispering obscenities in your ear, knowing it won’t be long until you’re a crying, shaking mess on his cock.

and only after that will he finally get to sleep.

idk if this is anything, ngl i am notttt feeling it today but wanted to get something out there so i hope u enjoyed anyways <333

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you roll your eyes at him, your arms folded across your chest. “so, i assume you’re the reason my underwear drawer is half of what it used to be?” you raise an eyebrow at him and robby drops his head, his eyes glued to the floor as he slowly nods.

“okay, well..where are they then?”

“..the trash” he mumbles, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. almost.

“the trash!? what the hell, man!! i paid good money for those!” you’re shouting now, arms flying in every which direction as you gesture wildly in frustration.

“i’m sorry, i’ll buy you more. i’ll buy you anything you want just please don’t tell your mom” he’s begging, his eyes all big and round, glassy even.

“don’t tell mom. don’t tell mom. jesus christ, can you stop with that already!? i’m not going to tell her. but you’re absolutely right you’ll buy me more. stop throwing them away, i don’t care if you’re doing it just leave them in the washing basket next time, damn.”

robby nods, “sorry, it won’t happen again, i promise” he says, shame and embarrassment present in his tone. so much shame that you almost believe him…

…until you come home from work the next day and find a pair of your panties in the washing basket covered in dried splotches of white.

you don’t know what came over you but you decide to put them on and accidentally forget to take them off when you accept an offer to go to the mall with your mom and robby.

you’re in some clothing store, dragging your feet down every aisle your mom just needs to look down. you’re bored out of your mind and so you decide to play with robby.

he’s stood just ahead of you, absentmindedly nodding along to your mother’s questions about certain items.

you tap him on the shoulder.

when he spins around you lift up your skirt and flash him a glimpse of the soiled panties you’d dug out of your washing basket and had been wearing for the last few hours. robby’s eyes widen immediately, instantly recognising them to be the pair he’d cum all over just hours before.

he reaches his hand out to touch but you pull your skirt back down before he can reach you, “ah. ah. ah. didn’t say you could touch now did i?” you smirk, whispering so your mother can’t hear, not that she’s even paying attention anyway.

robby whimpers then, he’s actually surprised by the noise that came out of his own mouth and he looks away, turning his attention back to your mom.

but you’re not done with him yet so you tap his shoulder again, he doesn’t turn, he knows what you’re up to and so you continue tapping his shoulder until he does so.

and when he does finally turn around you’re lifting up your skirt again, rubbing yourself over your underwear, your eyes locked on his with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. your mom had moved onto the next aisle and you were covered by the clothing racks so she couldn’t see the lewd display happening just in front of her.

robby’s breathing becomes laboured, he’s biting his own lip, trying to keep quiet as he fights the urge to reach his hand out again.

you continue teasing him like this for the rest of the very long shopping trip. and then you’re teasing him still in the car on the way home, touching yourself in the backseat whenever he looks up at you in the rear view mirror.

he follows you up to your room when you get home. you’re sat on your bed with your legs spread facing the cracked open door. you know he’s watching you but you pretend not to notice him as you rub light circles against your clit over the fabric of your underwear.

you let him watch through the crack in the door as you make yourself cum, moaning his name as you do so. when you’re finished you finally remove the dirty underwear, balling it up in your fist before pulling your skirt back down and walking over to where robby stands in the doorway.

you grab his hand and shove the wet panties into his palm, whispering “your turn” before walking away, skipping down the stairs while robby is left stunned in the hallway.

back on the perv4perv grind!!!! i love those icky fucks!

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