guilty as sin

riding robby and jack’s stood in front of you, he taps your cheek twice and goes “open up, princess.” and you don’t know why but you immediately open your mouth. he’s holding his cock in his hand and aiming it at your open mouth and before you know it your mouth is filling up with his warm piss.

robby can’t believe what he’s seeing, or hearing more likely he’s too focussed on watching the way your ass bounces as your bodies meet. “brother, what the fuck? are you peeing in her mouth? what’s wrong with you, man!?”

jack laughs, “she doesn’t mind, do you sweetheart?” you shake your head, letting the warm stream of piss dribble out of your mouth and down your chest, just getting real dirty with it.

later on when it’s jack’s turn to fuck you, robby needs to piss bad. he tries to excuse himself but jack doesn’t let him. “no need to vandalise a tree, man. perfectly good urinal here.” he laughs, motioning to you with both hands as you mindless bounce away on his cock.

robby’s not convinced. “hey, don’t call her that. i-i can’t piss in her mouth, jack, i just can’t.”

“sure you can! she doesn’t mind. she loves it, don’t you, princess?” jack asks, delivering a sharp smack to your ass to grab your attention, you’re so blissed out and buzzy you were barely listening.

“mhm!! pleaseee piss in my mouth, robby. want it so bad.” you pout, giving him your best puppy eyes. he deliberates for a moment or two before finally giving in. i mean, how could he say no when you asked soooo nicely?

“shit. okay. fine. uh, open up then i guess.”

and that’s how michael robinavitch found out he has a piss kink 🙂‍↕️

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riding robby and jack’s stood in front of you, he taps your cheek twice and goes “open up, princess.” and you don’t know why but you immediately open your mouth. he’s holding his cock in his hand and aiming it at your open mouth and before you know it your mouth is filling up with his warm piss.

robby can’t believe what he’s seeing, or hearing more likely he’s too focussed on watching the way your ass bounces as your bodies meet. “brother, what the fuck? are you peeing in her mouth? what’s wrong with you, man!?”

jack laughs, “she doesn’t mind, do you sweetheart?” you shake your head, letting the warm stream of piss dribble out of your mouth and down your chest, just getting real dirty with it.

later on when it’s jack’s turn to fuck you, robby needs to piss bad. he tries to excuse himself but jack doesn’t let him. “no need to vandalise a tree, man. perfectly good urinal here.” he laughs, motioning to you with both hands as you mindless bounce away on his cock.

robby’s not convinced. “hey, don’t call her that. i-i can’t piss in her mouth, jack, i just can’t.”

“sure you can! she doesn’t mind. she loves it, don’t you, princess?” jack asks, delivering a sharp smack to your ass to grab your attention, you’re so blissed out and buzzy you were barely listening.

“mhm!! pleaseee piss in my mouth, robby. want it so bad.” you pout, giving him your best puppy eyes. he deliberates for a moment or two before finally giving in. i mean, how could he say no when you asked soooo nicely?

“shit. okay. fine. uh, open up then i guess.”

and that’s how michael robinavitch found out he has a piss kink 🙂‍↕️

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“okay, good girl. going to use my fingers first, okay? gotta stretch you out a little bit, make sure you’re ready for me.” he slides his two fingers out of your pussy and smears the slick they’re coated in around your hole. you gasp, feels so different and new.

“you ready?” he asks, pressing one finger against your tight hole, not pushing in yet just applying a little pressure that has your tummy feeling so fuzzy.

“y-yeah, ‘m ready, daddy.” you nod and he pushes the tip of his finger inside of you. hmm, doesn’t hurt too bad.

he works you open with that one finger for a little while, taking in the way your tight walls flutter around it and the breathy little moans leaving your lips.

soon, he adds another finger and you gasp at the fullness of it. “you’re doing so well, baby. being such a star for daddy, such a good girl, hmm.”

he’s pumping both fingers inside of you when he reaches his free hand around to rub very very light circles over your clit, he knows how sensitive you are and doesn’t want his sweet girl to get too overwhelmed.

“okay, i think you’re ready. ‘m gonna try with my cock now, okay sweetheart? if it hurts too bad just tell me and i’ll stop, yeah?” he kisses behind your ear as you nod again.

“o-okay, promise you’ll stop?”

“of course, pinky promise.” he’s pulling fingers out now and reaching over to the bedside drawer to grab the bottle of lube. he squirts a generous helping of the liquid on his fingers and rubs it over your entrance, your body seizes up a little from the coldness of it.

“that cold? sorry, baby.” he chuckles to himself as he pours some out on his hand and strokes his dick a few times, making sure to use plenty.

“okay, sweetheart, gonna put my cock inside now. remember, as soon as you say stop, we stop, okay?” he lines himself up behind you, one hand on your hip to brace himself and the other on his cock lining himself up.

“yes, daddy.” you reply shakily, trying hard not to tense up to much like he taught you when you had sex for the first time.

he pumps his cock a few times before slowly starting to push himself inside of you. he barely gets the tip in before a painful shock shoots up your spine and your vision goes white. your whole body feels like it’s on fire, your fingers and toes feel numb. it hurts, bad.

“shit! fuck! fuck! fuck!” you scream, scrambling to get away from his grip. robby pulls out immediately, letting his dick fall limp against the sheets as he wraps both arms around you, pulling you into his chest and holding onto you tight.

“oh, ‘m sorry, baby. that really hurt, huh?” he kisses the top of your head as your ragged breathing makes way for shaky cries and sniffles.

“really bad.” you cry, burying your red face into his bare chest, slightly traumatised from the shock and pain of it.

“shh. you’re okay, baby. you’re okay.” he smooths one hand over your hair, holding your face in his chest as he shushes your cries. “it’s over now, okay? don’t worry, we don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to, yeah? ‘m sorry for hurting you, baby. daddy didn’t mean to, i love you so much my sweet girl. daddy won’t ever hurt you again, i promise.”

“i’m sorry.” you whine, the soft sound muffled by robby’s chest.

“don’t be sorry, sweetheart. you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” he kisses your head again, rubbing your back softly.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t do it. i wanted to so bad, wanted to be a brave girl for you, but it really really hurt. ‘m sorry, daddy.” you’re sobbing now, embarrassed and upset that you couldn’t do it for him, you know he really wanted to but your body just couldn’t take it. you feel like you let him down.

“don’t be silly, baby. you’re so brave for trying. you don’t have anything to be sorry about.”

“i-i do! you wanted to do it and i was a stupid baby about it.” you’re pouting now, getting angry with yourself.

“hey, no, stop that. you are not a stupid baby at all, you’re my perfect sweet brave girl and i don’t want to do it if it’s going to hurt my girl, okay?” he pulls away from you to make you look at him, giving you his serious look so you know he’s not lying.

“o-okay…” you worm your way back into his arms, nuzzling your face back into his chest, hiding your tear streaked face from him.

“want to get cleaned up and watch a movie? you can pick if you want?” he asks after a minute or two of letting you calm down, softly rubbing your back and stroking your hair, occasionally pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“really? i can pick?” you perk up, pulling away to peer up at him with sparkling eyes and a smile pulling at your lips.

“there she is! my pretty girl with her pretty smile. of course you can pick, we can order pizza too if you’d like?” he lifts your chin with his finger and presses a soft kiss to your swollen lips, his tummy does a flip when he feels you kiss back. he’s sure he’ll never get used to the buzzy feeling of being kissed by your sweet lips.

“mom said we’re not allowed to order take out anymore….” you pout, robby can’t help but press another kiss to those pouty, plump lips.

“mom’s not here, dad’s in charge and i say we can have pizza.” he smiles, resting his forehead against yours and kissing the tip of your nose.

“yay! you’re the best, daddy!” you squeal excitedly, throwing your own arms around him and squeezing as tight as you can manage before jumping out of bed to get cleaned up, forgetting how exhausted your body was you fell to the floor.

“woah-” robby follows you out of bed and picks you up off the floor, wrapping one strong arm around you to keep you up as he leads you to the bathroom. “careful there, bambi. you’ve had a long night, you must be so tired, hmm?”

you nod, resting your head against him as he sits you down on the toilet and crouches in front of you.

“that’s okay, baby. dad’ll take care of you now, dad’ll always take care of you.”

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“okay, good girl. going to use my fingers first, okay? gotta stretch you out a little bit, make sure you’re ready for me.” he slides his two fingers out of your pussy and smears the slick they’re coated in around your hole. you gasp, feels so different and new.

“you ready?” he asks, pressing one finger against your tight hole, not pushing in yet just applying a little pressure that has your tummy feeling so fuzzy.

“y-yeah, ‘m ready, daddy.” you nod and he pushes the tip of his finger inside of you. hmm, doesn’t hurt too bad.

he works you open with that one finger for a little while, taking in the way your tight walls flutter around it and the breathy little moans leaving your lips.

soon, he adds another finger and you gasp at the fullness of it. “you’re doing so well, baby. being such a star for daddy, such a good girl, hmm.”

he’s pumping both fingers inside of you when he reaches his free hand around to rub very very light circles over your clit, he knows how sensitive you are and doesn’t want his sweet girl to get too overwhelmed.

“okay, i think you’re ready. ‘m gonna try with my cock now, okay sweetheart? if it hurts too bad just tell me and i’ll stop, yeah?” he kisses behind your ear as you nod again.

“o-okay, promise you’ll stop?”

“of course, pinky promise.” he’s pulling fingers out now and reaching over to the bedside drawer to grab the bottle of lube. he squirts a generous helping of the liquid on his fingers and rubs it over your entrance, your body seizes up a little from the coldness of it.

“that cold? sorry, baby.” he chuckles to himself as he pours some out on his hand and strokes his dick a few times, making sure to use plenty.

“okay, sweetheart, gonna put my cock inside now. remember, as soon as you say stop, we stop, okay?” he lines himself up behind you, one hand on your hip to brace himself and the other on his cock lining himself up.

“yes, daddy.” you reply shakily, trying hard not to tense up to much like he taught you when you had sex for the first time.

he pumps his cock a few times before slowly starting to push himself inside of you. he barely gets the tip in before a painful shock shoots up your spine and your vision goes white. your whole body feels like it’s on fire, your fingers and toes feel numb. it hurts, bad.

“shit! fuck! fuck! fuck!” you scream, scrambling to get away from his grip. robby pulls out immediately, letting his dick fall limp against the sheets as he wraps both arms around you, pulling you into his chest and holding onto you tight.

“oh, ‘m sorry, baby. that really hurt, huh?” he kisses the top of your head as your ragged breathing makes way for shaky cries and sniffles.

“really bad.” you cry, burying your red face into his bare chest, slightly traumatised from the shock and pain of it.

“shh. you’re okay, baby. you’re okay.” he smooths one hand over your hair, holding your face in his chest as he shushes your cries. “it’s over now, okay? don’t worry, we don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to, yeah? ‘m sorry for hurting you, baby. daddy didn’t mean to, i love you so much my sweet girl. daddy won’t ever hurt you again, i promise.”

“i’m sorry.” you whine, the soft sound muffled by robby’s chest.

“don’t be sorry, sweetheart. you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” he kisses your head again, rubbing your back softly.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t do it. i wanted to so bad, wanted to be a brave girl for you, but it really really hurt. ‘m sorry, daddy.” you’re sobbing now, embarrassed and upset that you couldn’t do it for him, you know he really wanted to but your body just couldn’t take it. you feel like you let him down.

“don’t be silly, baby. you’re so brave for trying. you don’t have anything to be sorry about.”

“i-i do! you wanted to do it and i was a stupid baby about it.” you’re pouting now, getting angry with yourself.

“hey, no, stop that. you are not a stupid baby at all, you’re my perfect sweet brave girl and i don’t want to do it if it’s going to hurt my girl, okay?” he pulls away from you to make you look at him, giving you his serious look so you know he’s not lying.

“o-okay…” you worm your way back into his arms, nuzzling your face back into his chest, hiding your tear streaked face from him.

“want to get cleaned up and watch a movie? you can pick if you want?” he asks after a minute or two of letting you calm down, softly rubbing your back and stroking your hair, occasionally pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“really? i can pick?” you perk up, pulling away to peer up at him with sparkling eyes and a smile pulling at your lips.

“there she is! my pretty girl with her pretty smile. of course you can pick, we can order pizza too if you’d like?” he lifts your chin with his finger and presses a soft kiss to your swollen lips, his tummy does a flip when he feels you kiss back. he’s sure he’ll never get used to the buzzy feeling of being kissed by your sweet lips.

“mom said we’re not allowed to order take out anymore….” you pout, robby can’t help but press another kiss to those pouty, plump lips.

“mom’s not here, dad’s in charge and i say we can have pizza.” he smiles, resting his forehead against yours and kissing the tip of your nose.

“yay! you’re the best, daddy!” you squeal excitedly, throwing your own arms around him and squeezing as tight as you can manage before jumping out of bed to get cleaned up, forgetting how exhausted your body was you fell to the floor.

“woah-” robby follows you out of bed and picks you up off the floor, wrapping one strong arm around you to keep you up as he leads you to the bathroom. “careful there, bambi. you’ve had a long night, you must be so tired, hmm?”

you nod, resting your head against him as he sits you down on the toilet and crouches in front of you.

“that’s okay, baby. dad’ll take care of you now, dad’ll always take care of you.”

me ignoring the 70+ reqs in my ask box to write something no one asked for!! idk actually a couple of people did request stepdad!robby anal and a proper full anal fic is coming!! but i just wanted to post a little comfort fic :3 hope u enjoyed <33

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he lets out a low chuckle, delivering a gentle wet smack against your little pussy :( “too much? i’m barely touching you, baby. come on, you want to be a good girl f’ dad dont’cha?”

you nod weakly, trying your best not to squirm too much but it’s hard not to when robby touches you all soft like this.

“need a little help, huh?” he asks, sliding two fingers down, teasing your dripping entrance.

“please, daddy.” you moan, he slips both in at once, you’re already wet enough that he’s met with very little resistance. your whole body shudders as he pumps his fingers inside of your tight little hole and again when he uses his thumb to flick over your sensitive clit.

“there y’ go. you’re so close, huh? can feel her squeezing me. just let go, baby. you can do it, i know you can.” his lips are on your neck now, pressing hot when kisses into your skin, nibbling and biting your pressure point all soft.

and just like that your orgasm finally crashes over you. your release dripping down his fingers to his wrist making him all wet and sticky as he holds your body tight against him with his free arm to stop you squirming away while he works you through your high.

once you’ve calmed down it’s all soft kisses and warm, sweet praises mumbled into your hair. “mm, there she is, my good girl. always so good for y’ dad, aren’t you? my sweet little thing.”

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he lets out a low chuckle, delivering a gentle wet smack against your little pussy :( “too much? i’m barely touching you, baby. come on, you want to be a good girl f’ dad dont’cha?”

you nod weakly, trying your best not to squirm too much but it’s hard not to when robby touches you all soft like this.

“need a little help, huh?” he asks, sliding two fingers down, teasing your dripping entrance.

“please, daddy.” you moan, he slips both in at once, you’re already wet enough that he’s met with very little resistance. your whole body shudders as he pumps his fingers inside of your tight little hole and again when he uses his thumb to flick over your sensitive clit.

“there y’ go. you’re so close, huh? can feel her squeezing me. just let go, baby. you can do it, i know you can.” his lips are on your neck now, pressing hot when kisses into your skin, nibbling and biting your pressure point all soft.

and just like that your orgasm finally crashes over you. your release dripping down his fingers to his wrist making him all wet and sticky as he holds your body tight against him with his free arm to stop you squirming away while he works you through your high.

once you’ve calmed down it’s all soft kisses and warm, sweet praises mumbled into your hair. “mm, there she is, my good girl. always so good for y’ dad, aren’t you? my sweet little thing.”

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"so, what did you- woah!" you start but get cut off by your own squeal as he spins you around and holds you against him, your back pressed up close to his chest.

"shhh. just relax, baby. let dad take care of you." he whispers low in your ear as he slides one hand down your stomach, letting his hand slip under the waistband of your scrub bottoms and subsequently your panties.

you gasp as his long, calloused fingers find your clit with ease and you lean into his touch, throwing your head back against his chest and arching your back into him. your ass finds the hard outline of his cock which strains against his own pants.

"b-but we're at work." you try to protest but the small whine that follows betrays you.

"about that.." robby starts, sliding his fingers through your folds, the rough pads teasing your entrance before finding your clit again. "i think you should quit."

you're a little shocked by his statement and for a moment you think you've misheard him so you don't say anything. "too pretty to be working in a place like this." oh. no, you didn't mishear him at all.

"wha-. you don't think i'm a good doctor?" you try to pull away to face him but his arm tightens around your chest, forcing you to stay where you are. your eyebrows turn up in the middle and your heart sinks a little bit, you had worked so hard to get here and thought you really were a good doctor and hearing robby maybe suggest otherwise…well that stung.

"no, no. of course you are, baby. of course you are." he trails a stream of kisses down from your jaw to your neck. you're slightly relieved but still confused.

"then why?"

"i just think pretty little girls like you shouldn't have to work. believe me, this job will take everything from you and before you know it this job will be all there is and i don't want that for my sweet girl." robby explains, his fingers still rubbing circles over your tight bundle of nerves, occasionally he'll slide them down and dip into your now soaked hole.

"but i worked so hard.." you pout, tears pricking slightly at the corners of your eyes.

"i know, baby. i know. you shouldn't have to though, shouldn't have to worry about a thing like that." he shushes you, placing more sloppy kisses against your skin.

"but i racked up thousands in med school debt...i need to work to pay-"

"i'll take care of it. don't need to worry about anything, dad'll take care of it all. i want you safe at home where i don't have to worry about you getting hurt, okay?" he's pulling your pants down now, you let them fall to the floor as he undoes his own and bends you over to line himself up at your dripping entrance.

"i don't know...i like working here and- fuck!" you gasp when he shoves the thick head of his cock inside of you, no matter how many times you've fucked you're sure you'll never get used to his size.

"please, baby. you'll make dad so happy. just move in with me and you'll never have to worry about a single thing ever again, okay? i'll take care of everything; bills, debt, you, everything. i promise. please? for me?" he begs in your ear, teeth nibbling softly on your lobe as he fucks into you, hard enough for you to be so pliable for him, but not too hard that anyone walking by could hear.

he's got workplace sex down to an art at this point.

"it'll really make you happy, daddy?" you ask in whine, biting your lip to try and suppress the moans that want to slip out.

"mhmm, the happiest, baby." he has both hands now on your waist, pulling your hips back to meet each thrust, the sound of your skin slapping dampened by the material of his pants meeting the backs of your thighs.

"hmm, okay. if it'll really make you happy." you resign, maybe it wouldn't be so bad lounging around all day having nothing in the world to worry your little mind.

"thank you, baby. you just be your pretty little self and let dad take of you now."

once you're both done and cleaned up the best you can be with limited resources robby rushes to his computer to draft your letter of notice, absolutely thrilled with himself that you're going to be all his from now on. no more will sleazy doctors and flirty paramedics be able to leer at you, which is what all this was really about.

you'll be his, dad's sweet little girl, all his. forever.

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"so, what did you- woah!" you start but get cut off by your own squeal as he spins you around and holds you against him, your back pressed up close to his chest.

"shhh. just relax, baby. let dad take care of you." he whispers low in your ear as he slides one hand down your stomach, letting his hand slip under the waistband of your scrub bottoms and subsequently your panties.

you gasp as his long, calloused fingers find your clit with ease and you lean into his touch, throwing your head back against his chest and arching your back into him. your ass finds the hard outline of his cock which strains against his own pants.

"b-but we're at work." you try to protest but the small whine that follows betrays you.

"about that.." robby starts, sliding his fingers through your folds, the rough pads teasing your entrance before finding your clit again. "i think you should quit."

you're a little shocked by his statement and for a moment you think you've misheard him so you don't say anything. "too pretty to be working in a place like this." oh. no, you didn't mishear him at all.

"wha-. you don't think i'm a good doctor?" you try to pull away to face him but his arm tightens around your chest, forcing you to stay where you are. your eyebrows turn up in the middle and your heart sinks a little bit, you had worked so hard to get here and thought you really were a good doctor and hearing robby maybe suggest otherwise…well that stung.

"no, no. of course you are, baby. of course you are." he trails a stream of kisses down from your jaw to your neck. you're slightly relieved but still confused.

"then why?"

"i just think pretty little girls like you shouldn't have to work. believe me, this job will take everything from you and before you know it this job will be all there is and i don't want that for my sweet girl." robby explains, his fingers still rubbing circles over your tight bundle of nerves, occasionally he'll slide them down and dip into your now soaked hole.

"but i worked so hard.." you pout, tears pricking slightly at the corners of your eyes.

"i know, baby. i know. you shouldn't have to though, shouldn't have to worry about a thing like that." he shushes you, placing more sloppy kisses against your skin.

"but i racked up thousands in med school debt...i need to work to pay-"

"i'll take care of it. don't need to worry about anything, dad'll take care of it all. i want you safe at home where i don't have to worry about you getting hurt, okay?" he's pulling your pants down now, you let them fall to the floor as he undoes his own and bends you over to line himself up at your dripping entrance.

"i don't know...i like working here and- fuck!" you gasp when he shoves the thick head of his cock inside of you, no matter how many times you've fucked you're sure you'll never get used to his size.

"please, baby. you'll make dad so happy. just move in with me and you'll never have to worry about a single thing ever again, okay? i'll take care of everything; bills, debt, you, everything. i promise. please? for me?" he begs in your ear, teeth nibbling softly on your lobe as he fucks into you, hard enough for you to be so pliable for him, but not too hard that anyone walking by could hear.

he's got workplace sex down to an art at this point.

"it'll really make you happy, daddy?" you ask in whine, biting your lip to try and suppress the moans that want to slip out.

"mhmm, the happiest, baby." he has both hands now on your waist, pulling your hips back to meet each thrust, the sound of your skin slapping dampened by the material of his pants meeting the backs of your thighs.

"hmm, okay. if it'll really make you happy." you resign, maybe it wouldn't be so bad lounging around all day having nothing in the world to worry your little mind.

"thank you, baby. you just be your pretty little self and let dad take of you now."

once you're both done and cleaned up the best you can be with limited resources robby rushes to his computer to draft your letter of notice, absolutely thrilled with himself that you're going to be all his from now on. no more will sleazy doctors and flirty paramedics be able to leer at you, which is what all this was really about.

you'll be his, dad's sweet little girl, all his. forever.

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“mhm. yeah. total dick.” robby mumbles, he was barely listening, too focused on the feeling of the walls of your tight cunt dragging against his cock and the little hiccupy gasp you let out every time he bottoms out inside of you.

usually, your stepdad loves to let you rattle on about your day, truly he was interested in your life and the subsequent drama of all your friends lives but he couldn’t help thinking this was not the time or place…

“exactly! and she doesn’t see it? she thinks there’s something wrong with her that she’s–hnng–that she’s unlovable but she’s not. these guys are just douche bags that only want one thing.” you carry on, robby has half a mind to flip you over onto your back and fuck you until you can’t speak anymore.

“mhm mhm, sure sure. baby, is this not good for you?” his movement stills and his hands come to rest on your waist, softly smoothing your curves as he looks up at you.

you tilt your head, “of course it is. why wouldn’t it be?”

“well, you seem to be more interested in talking about your friend’s sex life than actually engaging in your own..” robby chuckles nervously, he didn’t want to be a dick but the play by play of your poor friend’s horrendous love life was kind of killing the mood.

“oh, i’m sorry. was i yapping again?” you ask, small blush creeping up your neck. you had made a mental note to not do that so much, especially during intimate situations but you couldn’t help it, robby was so easy to talk to.

“yeah, baby. and you know i could listen to you talk all day long but…time and place?” he presses a soft kiss to your jaw, letting you know it was just a suggestion and that he wasn’t actually annoyed by it.

“sorry, yeah. i’ll stop.”

his movement resumes then and you bury your face in the crook of his neck trying to focus on the steady roll of his hips, the drag of his cock inside of you and not all the gossip you want to tell him.

and you’re successful…for a little while.

“oh my god, i forgot to tell you-” you start, suddenly remembering a particularly juicy bit of gossip but are swiftly cut off by robby flipping you onto your back.

“right, that’s it.” he laughs as you let out a little squeal when your back hits the mattress. his large hand finds your mouth, covering it and just about half of your face.

he’s driving into you hard now, all the words begging to leave your lips replaced by loud whines and moans as he pounds into you with such force that drives you up the bed with each thrust.

“shit. sorry. m’ sorry, daddy! m’sorry.” your pleas are muffled by his hand on your mouth, he shakes his head and carries on fucking you hard. hard enough that you can’t even remember what you wanted to say, your brain being consumed by the feeling of pure bliss creeping up on you.

once you finally stop talking it doesn’t take either of you long to reach your orgasm. robby cleans you up first and then himself before getting you redressed and carrying you downstairs before your mom gets home.

he settles you on the sofa, placing you down gently as your legs still shake from how hard he’d fucked you. he sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “now, how was your day, baby? anything you want to tell me?” he smiles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before listening intently to everything you have to tell him.

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“mhm. yeah. total dick.” robby mumbles, he was barely listening, too focused on the feeling of the walls of your tight cunt dragging against his cock and the little hiccupy gasp you let out every time he bottoms out inside of you.

usually, your stepdad loves to let you rattle on about your day, truly he was interested in your life and the subsequent drama of all your friends lives but he couldn’t help thinking this was not the time or place…

“exactly! and she doesn’t see it? she thinks there’s something wrong with her that she’s–hnng–that she’s unlovable but she’s not. these guys are just douche bags that only want one thing.” you carry on, robby has half a mind to flip you over onto your back and fuck you until you can’t speak anymore.

“mhm mhm, sure sure. baby, is this not good for you?” his movement stills and his hands come to rest on your waist, softly smoothing your curves as he looks up at you.

you tilt your head, “of course it is. why wouldn’t it be?”

“well, you seem to be more interested in talking about your friend’s sex life than actually engaging in your own..” robby chuckles nervously, he didn’t want to be a dick but the play by play of your poor friend’s horrendous love life was kind of killing the mood.

“oh, i’m sorry. was i yapping again?” you ask, small blush creeping up your neck. you had made a mental note to not do that so much, especially during intimate situations but you couldn’t help it, robby was so easy to talk to.

“yeah, baby. and you know i could listen to you talk all day long but…time and place?” he presses a soft kiss to your jaw, letting you know it was just a suggestion and that he wasn’t actually annoyed by it.

“sorry, yeah. i’ll stop.”

his movement resumes then and you bury your face in the crook of his neck trying to focus on the steady roll of his hips, the drag of his cock inside of you and not all the gossip you want to tell him.

and you’re successful…for a little while.

“oh my god, i forgot to tell you-” you start, suddenly remembering a particularly juicy bit of gossip but are swiftly cut off by robby flipping you onto your back.

“right, that’s it.” he laughs as you let out a little squeal when your back hits the mattress. his large hand finds your mouth, covering it and just about half of your face.

he’s driving into you hard now, all the words begging to leave your lips replaced by loud whines and moans as he pounds into you with such force that drives you up the bed with each thrust.

“shit. sorry. m’ sorry, daddy! m’sorry.” your pleas are muffled by his hand on your mouth, he shakes his head and carries on fucking you hard. hard enough that you can’t even remember what you wanted to say, your brain being consumed by the feeling of pure bliss creeping up on you.

once you finally stop talking it doesn’t take either of you long to reach your orgasm. robby cleans you up first and then himself before getting you redressed and carrying you downstairs before your mom gets home.

he settles you on the sofa, placing you down gently as your legs still shake from how hard he’d fucked you. he sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “now, how was your day, baby? anything you want to tell me?” he smiles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before listening intently to everything you have to tell him.

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immediately he scoops you up into his arms, holding you tight in his lap, pressing kisses into your hair. “oh, sweetheart, was i a little rough back there? i’m so sorry, i didn’t realise.”

you nod slowly, sniffling softly before letting out a loud sob. you feel a bit silly, usually you can take whatever robby gives you, you thought you could today but you’re feeling a little extra sensitive and it was just too much. “i’m sorry, baby. you should’ve said, i’d of stopped. you know i would’ve, i’d never want to hurt you…” he whispers into your hair between kisses, you can hear the genuine sadness in his voice.

“i-i wanted you to–” you sniff again, trying to hold back the tears, you weren’t even really in much pain but your body was clearly very overwhelmed. “–wanted you t-to feel g-good.” another big sob follows, robby’s heart breaks at your admission.

“baby, no. i always feel good when i’m with you. please please please don’t ever feel like you have to perform a certain way for me, or have to do things your body can’t handle just because you think i want to. okay? i love you, don’t want my sweet girl to be in pain.” the two of you just sit for a beat, robby softly rocks you back and forth in his arms while quietly shushing your intermittent cries waiting for your body to calm down.

it takes a while but slowly your sniffling and crying slows to a stop. he gently pulls you up by your armpits then, sitting you up in his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist the other around your back. “feeling a little better?” he asks with a kiss to your temple, he rests his head against yours.

you nod, worried if you speak you might start crying again. “want to cuddle in bed and watch a movie?” you can feel his smile grow against your cheek when you nod your head more enthusiastically this time.

“yeah? sound good? let’s get you cleaned up and i’ll grab your snacks and we can watch whatever movie you want, okay?”

“i can eat in bed?” you pull away to face him, eyes sparkling at that. robby never lets you eat snacks in bed usually.

“just this once, yeah? you’ve been so good today, my sweet girl deserves a little treat.” he kisses your cheek again and internally sighs in relief when your face lights up once more.

robby vows to never ever be the reason that light goes away again.

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immediately he scoops you up into his arms, holding you tight in his lap, pressing kisses into your hair. “oh, sweetheart, was i a little rough back there? i’m so sorry, i didn’t realise.”

you nod slowly, sniffling softly before letting out a loud sob. you feel a bit silly, usually you can take whatever robby gives you, you thought you could today but you’re feeling a little extra sensitive and it was just too much. “i’m sorry, baby. you should’ve said, i’d of stopped. you know i would’ve, i’d never want to hurt you…” he whispers into your hair between kisses, you can hear the genuine sadness in his voice.

“i-i wanted you to–” you sniff again, trying to hold back the tears, you weren’t even really in much pain but your body was clearly very overwhelmed. “–wanted you t-to feel g-good.” another big sob follows, robby’s heart breaks at your admission.

“baby, no. i always feel good when i’m with you. please please please don’t ever feel like you have to perform a certain way for me, or have to do things your body can’t handle just because you think i want to. okay? i love you, don’t want my sweet girl to be in pain.” the two of you just sit for a beat, robby softly rocks you back and forth in his arms while quietly shushing your intermittent cries waiting for your body to calm down.

it takes a while but slowly your sniffling and crying slows to a stop. he gently pulls you up by your armpits then, sitting you up in his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist the other around your back. “feeling a little better?” he asks with a kiss to your temple, he rests his head against yours.

you nod, worried if you speak you might start crying again. “want to cuddle in bed and watch a movie?” you can feel his smile grow against your cheek when you nod your head more enthusiastically this time.

“yeah? sound good? let’s get you cleaned up and i’ll grab your snacks and we can watch whatever movie you want, okay?”

“i can eat in bed?” you pull away to face him, eyes sparkling at that. robby never lets you eat snacks in bed usually.

“just this once, yeah? you’ve been so good today, my sweet girl deserves a little treat.” he kisses your cheek again and internally sighs in relief when your face lights up once more.

robby vows to never ever be the reason that light goes away again.

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the game finally did come to an end and the way robby jumped up off the couch and seemed to usher jack out the door shocked him a little, but again he didn’t press. jack gave robby a firm pat on the shoulder and a quick “if you need anything, anything at all…i’m here for you, man.” to which robby thanked him quickly and all but pushed him out the door.

robby looked at his watch, 11pm, shit. he wondered whether you’d still be awake or not, he thought about leaving it for another day but ultimately his feet carried him to your door.

you answered the door on the first quiet knock, so fast robby wondered if you’d been waiting for him there the whole time but he didn’t have time to think as you grabbed him by the wrist and hurriedly pulled him inside.

“hey, i’m sorry that i took-” robby starts but is interrupted by one of your fingers being pressed against his lips.

“shhh. have to keep it down, my parents are asleep.” robby’s eyes widen at that admission, uh oh.

“your who!?” robby asks rhetorically in a shocked whisper. he figured you lived alone, didn’t think you still lived with your parents…now that he’s really thinking about it, he didn’t even know your age. shit.

“my parents.” you repeat, like his question was stupid. you’re dragging him up the stairs at this point, firm grip on his wrist as you lead him to your bedroom.

“yes but–” he’s stopped again by you aggressively shushing him, pointing to a closed bedroom door that he figures must be your parent’s.

you open your own bedroom door and pull him inside, swiftly closing it behind you before letting out a sigh and flopping down onto your bed. “okay, we should be good now.”

“i’m sorry, i hate to ask but, um–how old are you, sweetheart?” robby rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and watches as you let out a little laugh. though he doesn’t find this funny.

“old enough.” you wink and robby gives you a stern look.

“seriously, i’m old enough…god, want to check my id?” you roll your eyes, you were joking about the id of course but robby nods.

“seriously!?”

he nods again so with a huff you grab your purse from your bag and fish out your license, turning it towards him. “see, i told you. old enough.”

robby let’s out a sigh of relief and let’s himself relax, sitting down beside you on the edge of your bed. he didn’t really know what to do with himself, he was so busy waiting for the game to finish that he didn’t even think this far ahead. so he just kind of sat there awkwardly waiting for you to do or say something, anything.

“so…how old are you?” you ask, smirk tugging at your lips. you knew he was older, much older and you didn’t really care how old he was but seeing as he pressed you about it, you figured you’d give him the same treatment.

robby let’s out a somewhat nervous chuckle, “old enough.”

“funny guy.” you laugh before dropping your amused tone. “but seriously. i told you now you tell me.”

“50….ish…” robby looks down at the floor awkwardly, worried that you’d turn him away in disgust but you don’t. your face lights up actually.

you take one of his hands in yours, squeezing it slightly. “oh, old enough then” you giggle and he turns to face you with a genuine smile, already so endeared by you.

“so…wanna pick up where we left off?” you bite your lip, eyeing robby up and down, he nods slowly. “uh, sure. if you, if that’s what you want.”

you giggle again, amused by his nervousness. “i do want, very much so.”

robby swallows thickly as you stand up and position yourself in front of him, he spreads his legs slightly and you step into the space.

“so, where were we?” you pretend to think for a second, tapping your chin with your finger. “oh yeah!” you slowly pull your t-shirt up, exposing your bare breasts to the older man. robby’s breathing catches in his throat as his gaze meets them.

“shit.” he whispers under his breath, you giggle softly again. “like what you see?” you ask, your voice dripping in honey. robby nods, “y-yes.”

“you can touch, you know?” robby looks up at you, his eyes all big and dark and hopeful. “yeah?”

you nod, “of course, that’s kind of the whole point.”

robby takes a beat and deep breath before reaching both hands up, slowly moving to cup the underside of your breasts as if he’s scared that you’ll run away if he moves to fast. you won’t.

he lets out a shaky breath as he softly squeezes them in his hands. he seems so nervous, so sweet. your heart lurches in your chest at his demeanour, you don’t know what you expected him to be like but it wasn’t this shy, nervous little guy.

feeling a little braver, he swipes his thumbs over your hard nipples, you fall forwards slightly and a soft moan escapes your lips.

“that feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, looking up at you again, smile on his lips and cheeks flushing a slight pink.

you nod, “mhm. s’good, daddy.” you didn’t mean to say it, it just came out and you immediately felt embarrassed by it. robby’s eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up, “daddy?”

now it’s your turn to go shy, “m’sorry, didn’t mean to say that, it won’t happen–”

“no. no. don’t apologise. s’okay, sweetheart. i can be your daddy if that’s what you want?” he’d be lying if he said that hearing the word daddy fall from your sweet lips didn’t set something off in him, in an instant his nervousness washed away and he understood his assignment.

you nod again, more enthusiastically this time. “please.”

robby hums, sliding his hands down your sides to rest on your waist, long fingers digging in your plush skin, not enough to hurt but enough to feel. “want to show daddy that pretty little pussy of yours finally?”

you take in a deep breath and move to sit on the bed, crawling to the middle. robby shifts to watch you, his legs still spread and his hand playing with his strained cock over his pants.

your fingers toy with your shorts, taking a moment before hooking them under the waistband and pulling just slightly, just enough to expose the bare skin beneath.

“no panties, huh?” robby breathes, squeezing the throbbing outline of his cock as he watches intently, waiting for you to pull your shorts down the rest of the way.

you shake your head and bite your lip, “no panties.” you confirm with a slight mischievous lilt in your tone. slowly, you pull them down the rest of the way, kicking them off your feet and discarding them at the end of the bed. you keep your legs closed, for now.

robby kicks off his shoes and moves so he’s sat fully on the bed now, leaning down on his elbows so he’s eye level with your closed legs. “please open your legs f’me, sweetheart. daddy wants to see so bad.” his tone is whinier, more pathetic than he had intended it to be but you don’t seem to mind as you slowly start spreading your legs for him.

again, his breathing seems to catch in his throat and he lets out a soft, small gasp as he’s finally met with the sight of your sweet cunt. he reaches a hand out, almost touching but not yet. “can i?” he asks, looking up at you waiting for approval, and when you nod he runs two fingers up through your folds, spreading them to get a better look at how they’re already glistening with arousal.

“so pretty, sweetheart. so so pretty. bet you taste so sweet too, please can i taste her?” how could you say no when he’s pleading with those big brown eyes of his? “y-yeah, please daddy.” you’re already bringing your hips up to meet his face before you’ve finished your sentence, feeling his hot breath against your sensitive skin making you so desperate.

robby let’s out a satisfied hum before bringing his face down to press a kiss against your pussy, feeling the soft, plush skin beneath his lips. he allows another hum afterwards, his eyes closing as he gets the smallest hint of your taste on his lips. after one last kiss he dives in, spreading your folds with his tongue, exploring every single inch of your cunt with his mouth.

your hands fly up to grip his hair, being careful not to pull to hard but just enough to ground you as your hips buck up involuntarily into his face. “fuck!– feels s’good, daddy. shit!” you moan, back arching off the bed, burying your face into the sheets to try and hide your scrunched up expression from the older man.

that’s not good enough for robby. he slides a hand up your body and grips your cheeks, forcing your face forwards. “uh uh. don’t hide from me, sweetheart. wanna see that pretty face when i make you cum, got it?” his tone has a slight hint of condescension that has your thighs squeezing against the sides of his head.

you nod, “yes, sorry daddy.” your eyes fluttering closed as his tongue darts across your clit in quick succession that feels like tiny shocks up your spine. “good girl.” he hums against your pussy, lips wrapping around your clit to suck, not gently, he’s on a mission now, he absolutely needs to make you cum on his face.

it’s not long before you’re right there. you’re fingers tighten in his hair, your hips buck wildly now, thighs squeezing his head like a vice as you wail. “oh my god, yes! just like that! just like that! fuck, fuck, fuck. gonna cum, you’re gonna make me– oh shit!” the pace of robby’s tongue lapping against your clit doesn’t let up even for a second as that knot in your stomach explodes.

heat blooms across your skin and up your spine, your toes curl against the sheets and you have to cover your own mouth to muffle the scream that’s ripped from your throat. robby’s lost in the feeling of you coming undone on his face. he’s mindlessly babbling about what a good girl you are, how pretty, how good you taste, literally anything that comes to his blissed out head.

your body goes limp and your thighs finally let him go, falling to the bed beneath you. your chest swells and your breasts heave as you try to catch your breath back. your eyes are still closed tight so you don’t notice robby getting up to strip himself, nor do you notice the dip in the bed as he positions himself on top of your body.

“ready, sweet girl?” he presses a kiss to your sweat slick forehead and that’s when you open your eyes, greeted by the sight of him gazing at you adoringly.

“y-yeah, please. want your cock so bad, daddy.” you mewl, letting your hips rise up to meet his own, feeling the way his dick twitches against your skin when you call him that name.

“don’t worry, m’ not gonna make you beg for it, sweetheart. know you’re gonna take my cock so well, gonna be a good girl for me, hm?” he peppers kisses all over your face as he lines himself up at your entrance, you can feel the blunt head of his cock against you, notching in slightly and he feels big.

“mhm, so good!” you nuzzle your face against his, feeling the scratch of his beard against your flushed cheeks. “good, ready?” he holds the side of your face in one hand, his other holding his cock waiting for your final nod of approval to push in and when you give it he wastes no time in sinking into your wet heat with a deep guttural groan.

“shit! you’re so tight, baby.” he drops his forehead against yours and squeezes his eyes shut as he pushes his hips forward into yours. your eyes slam shut too, overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick cock filling you up so much, feels like he’s splitting you open.

it takes a minute for your body to relax, allowing him to sink in the rest of the way. when he’s fully buried inside of your tight hole he waits a beat before moving, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his size. “ready?” he asks, pressing a couple more kisses to your face, down your jaw to your neck where he buries his face.

“please, daddy. please.” your tone is whiny and desperate, robby’s cock throbs inside of you at the sound and so he starts moving. it’s slow at first, just a gentle roll of his hips to get you used to the feeling but as your moaning picks up, so does his pace until all that can be heard is the sound of his hips snapping against yours and your joint moaning, his muffled by your shoulder.

“oh fuck! you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. gonna make me cum too quick if you keep squeezing my cock like that.” robby adjusts his position so he’s sat up on his knees, both hands gripping your hips so he can control your movements a little better, bringing them up to meet his thrusts.

“s-sorry, daddy. shit!– i can’t, can’t help it-t!” you’re gripping his forearms for dear life now as if you’ll take off if you don’t, like he’s the only thing keeping you here.

“s’okay, baby. don’t know any better do you? just a sweet little thing, can’t help being so fucked out on my cock can you?” robby smirks, digging his fingers into your skin a little harder, his pace becoming sloppier the more your cunt squeezes around him. you can’t even find words in your fuzzy brain anymore so you just shake your head lazily in response as little whines and moans escape your swollen, wet lips.

“think you can be good and give me one last orgasm, hmm? wanna feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl. can you do that for me? want to cum again for daddy?” you’re already sliding your hand down your stomach before he’s finished asking, fingers meeting your pulsing clit, still buzzing from your last orgasm.

“that’s it, good girl. mm, look so pretty touching yourself for me. there y’ go, yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” the sight of you touching yourself while robby fucks you has him barrelling closer and closer to his own orgasm, he holds it back though, wants to wait for you to get there first. the gentleman that he is.

“oh fuck– daddy, i’m–i’m–” you pick up speed with your hand between your legs, robby matches it with his hips. “gonna cum for me again? of course you are, you love this don’t you? love being a good girl for the old man next door, hm? christ, never even spoke to me before today and now look at you, cumming all over my cock like you were made for it.”

robby’s obscene words are what set you off, have you diving head first off the cliff into your second and hopefully final orgasm of the night. again, you have to cover your mouth with your free hand, afraid that this time you’ll wake up your parents. your cunt clamps down and spasms around robby’s cock, your legs wrap around him, heels digging into the small of his back to keep him in place. that alone sends robby right over the edge with you.

“shit, gonna cum–fuck–should i p-pull–” robby’s eyes grow wide as he realises he never even asked you about protection, got too lost in all of to even think about asking. “no, please. want to feel it inside of me. please, daddy!” not even a moment of hesitation passes through robby, and how could it? how could he say no when you’re begging him so pretty like that?

and so he doesn’t stop. his thrusting picks up, as much as it can with your legs wrapped around him and his fingers dig into your hips hard as he finally lets himself go. “oh fuck! feel so fucking good, baby. gonna fill up this pretty pussy so fucking deep. have you leaking my cum for days. shit! shit!” and true to his word he does fill you up, deep. so deep you can feel the warmth of his release inside of you, feel it reaching parts of you that you didn’t know existed, the feeling alone making you want to cum again.

but you don’t, robby collapses on top of you with a heavy thud, the weight of him caging you in on the bed. his soft, sweaty tummy heaving against your own as he comes down from his high. he doesn’t pull out, not yet, can’t even think about moving he’s so spent. so you both just lie there for a couple of minutes, waiting for the moment to pass.

eventually, it does. you don’t say much after the fact, there really isn’t that much to say so you both redress yourselves. the silence isn’t awkward, it isn’t weird, it just is. once dressed you lead robby out of your room and back downstairs to the front door.

“so…will i see you again?” robby asks once you’re out on the porch, the cool night air feeling nice against your still flushed skin.

“well, seeing as we’re neighbours i’m gonna say probably.” you giggle, you knew what he meant but you couldn’t resist being a little cheeky.

“you know what i-” robby starts but you cut him off with a quick kiss against his moving lips. “yes, you’ll see me again…” this is when you realise you don’t even know his name, never even thought to ask.

“robby.” he prompts, you give him your own name in return. “you can just call me daddy though, if you want.” he winks and you playfully hit his arm.

you say your goodnights and after one final kiss you’re going back inside. robby sighs once he gets back to his own house, feeling so completely exhausted all he wants is to collapse in his bed and finally get some sleep.

he washes himself up in the bathroom, having a quick shower and brushing his teeth before making his way to his bedroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

“what the fuck!?” robby screams as he enters his bedroom, grabbing the towel to stop it from falling down. when he entered his bedroom he expected it to be empty, didn’t expect his best friend to be waiting in the corner of the pitch black room when he turned the lights on.

“hello, brother.” jack smirks from where he’s sat in the chair robby likes to read in. robby’s heart feels as though it’s about to burst out of his chest and he has to sit down on the edge of the bed as to not pass out from the fright.

“what the hell are you doing here? it’s…” robby looks over at the alarm clock on his bed. “…2 in the fucking morning.”

“came to check on you, you were being weird earlier but when i came back the house was empty.” jack explains, well half explains, not really.

“why are you still here then? why didn’t you go home when you realised i wasn’t here?” robby has his head in his hands, all he wants is to go to bed, not to deal with whatever this is.

“how could i when you were putting on such a good show in the window here, brother? nice job by the way, she’s very cute, how old is she?” jack motions towards the window he’s sat by with the curtains still open, which looks directly into your own bedroom. thankfully, your curtains are closed now.

“what. the. fuck.” robby mutters under his breath, dragging his hands down his face in a mix of defeat and annoyance. “you watched? how much?”

jack smirks, “enough..”

“all of it then?”

jack nods, “yep. the whole thing. just wanted to make sure you were safe, brother. you know me, always so worried about you.” he laughs.

“you’re a real freak, abbot. a real freak.” all robby can do is laugh now, out of exhaustion or exasperation? he doesn’t know.

“yeah, i know. soo…you gonna introduce me to her or-”

“absolutely fucking not.”

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