chubby! subby! robby just gets so needy and bratty when he wants your attention.. ᢉ𐭩
cw: f! reader, no real description of reader besides having big thighs and plush hips, pet names, chubby robby !!, subby robby, previous bratty robby, humping, thigh job?, robby is a mess when his baby is mad at him, he just wants to be your good boy
a/n: subby robby my beloved 🥴, need this man panting and desperate at the end of my bed ASAP !! i hope you guys enjoy !! xoxo
you were winding down for the night, curled up in yours and robby’s shared bed, night routine settling into your skin, the soft silk of your pajama shorts resting high on your thighs. you adjusted the strap of your cotton tank top absentmindedly, eyes boring into your phone screen as you did your nightly doom scroll, bottom lip captured between your teeth, unaware of the shower stopping in the conjoined bathroom.
robby stepped into the bedroom, towel loose around his plush waist, stomach spilling over the fabric. he dried his hair with a separate one, running it across the expanse of hair along his chest and arms before tossing it into the laundry hamper just outside of the entryway to the bathroom.
his eyes locked onto where you laid on the bed, turned away from him, blanket bunched up around your calves, eyes still trained on your phone, the warmth of adoration swelling in his chest as his tired eyes creased just an inch at the soft upward quirk of his lips.
he tossed the other towel off, draping it over the hamper, shivering slightly at the cool breeze that raked over his exposed skin, before shuffling his way over to the bed, his back aching and the fatigue from his shift seeping into his bones as he slowly lowered himself onto the bed.
“how was your day, baby doll?”
”just fine? anything interesting happen?”
the video playing from your phone continued over the lowered volume from the TV he had mounted on the wall across from the bed, your attention still attached to the damned device.
robby let out a loud huff, moving to lay in his side, scooting over and throwing his arm across your waist, burying his face in the dip between your shoulders, breathing in the scent of your natural musk mixed with the underlying sweetness of your body wash from the shower you took before he got home.
his other arm wrapped around your middle from underneath you, holding you close to his body, a content yet frustrated sigh draining from his already tired body, muscles relaxing only a fraction as his desperate gaze turned to lock onto your face (that was, you guessed it, still locked onto your phone).
a pout formed on his lips as his grip tightened, a soft whine bleeding from his throat in a forlorn attempt to pull your attention from the nonsensical device, his bare legs tangling against yours as he held himself impossibly closer, a familiar ache shooting to his bare cock as it brushed against the soft fabric expanse of your ass.
“baby doll, it’s us time, not phone time.”
“hon, you know i always doomscroll before bed, you’re acting bratty.”
“i am not! just missed you all day, wanted to cuddle you, cockwarm you, fuck you, or do something with you!”
your gaze turned to lock with his, watching as his hips rubbed against your clothed ass in short bursts, the feeling of his heavy cock rubbing against your ass shooting straight to your core. but you didn’t give in- he’d been so snippy lately, so bratty, so busy, and you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.
you went to move away from him, but his weathered arms tightened around you more, his hips faltering as he pulled you closer to him.
you rolled your eyes in faux annoyance, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent a smug grin from spreading along your features. you had him right where you wanted him, needy, desperate, and undeniably horny.
robby whined as your attention went back to your phone, but he was relieved that you didn’t push him away.
he moved one of his legs on top of yours, caging them in as his cock slid against the smooth swathe of your thigh, pre smearing against the skin, cause a sticky yet slick roll against each drive of his highs against the fat and muscle.
his head was now tucked into the crook of your neck, warm puffs of breath ghosting over the skin there, leaving a heated path along the surface as his lips left open mouthed kisses in their wake.
he was in desperate need for your attention- wanting nothing more than to have your entire focus settled on him, yet he knew he was not going to receive it tonight.
“baby doll, sweetheart, please..please-fuck..please look at me, you know i can’t cum if you don’t look at me..”
he whimpered, his arms tightening around your frame as his thrusts against your thigh stuttered, the heaviness of his cock continuing to glide effortlessly against your thigh as his thrusts began to pick up, his fingers digging into the plushness of your hips and stomach as the bed creaked lightly at the strenuous actions.
you sighed heavily through your nose, bottom lip jutted out in a mix of mock annoyance and pure self-satisfaction at the way you were able to break down this pitiful heap of a man doing everything in his power to gain your favor.
you sat your phone on the bedside table, stretching your sore limbs, back purposely arched, thigh sliding just a bit out of his reach as another breathy whine tore from his chest, his arms gripping harder as he chased after the contact of your tepid skin against his weeping cock.
you turned over in his embrace, arms slotting around his shuddering shoulders as his face was pressed firmly against the exposed skin that your tank top provided, lips
mouthing over the tops of your breasts as his thrusts picked up, his cock now kneading the softness that rested at your inner thighs.
“you gonna be a good boy, robby? gonna give me a big load between my thighs, sweet boy?”
“uh huh, yeah, fuck yes. just for you, always for you. ‘m sorry i’ve been so mean lately, please don’t turn away from me, need you so bad- fuck..gonna cum fuckfuck gonna-“
his hips moved erratically, the pre that was now seeping out of his cock allowing it to glide with minimal friction as he continued to slam his bare hips against the tops of your thighs, leg jerking slightly with each movement before tangling with yours that rested motionless against the bed.
he thrusted once, twice, before halting his movements, cock jerking mindlessly as a wet moan left his mouth, tears pricking at his eyes at the euphoric feeling of his release sending a shiver down his weary spine, the sticky spend coating the inside of your thighs as your nails raked through his now sweat slicked hair, scraping your nails against his scalp, causing a flow of messy whines and shaking pants to ghost across the spit slick surface of your chest.
robby hissed at the sensitive scrape of his now softening cock leaving the cozy embrace of your plush thighs, smearing a generous helping of his spend against the short leg of your shorts as he moved to turn and lay on his back, the hair on his chest stuttering with each deep mouthful of air he brought in, cheeks beet red, and a mix of sweat and tears mixing against his cheeks.
you leaned over to kiss along his forehead, temple, cheek, and stopping at the corner of his mouth, which quirked up just a bit at the action. you reached across his tired frame, gathering a few tissues in your hand before wiping the wasted spend from your thighs, tossing them into the mini trash can that sat underneath the bed side table closest to you.
“you gonna keep being a mean old man now?”
“no, baby, not anymore. just want to hold my baby until i knock out, can i? please?”
“well, since you asked soo nicely..”
his arm that was now laying numbly underneath you hauled you closer to him, your cheek making contact with his fuzzy chest just above his heart, his other hand skimming underneath your shorts before taking a handful of your ass in his grip.
“ ‘m sorry i got your shorts all messy..”
“ ‘s okay, can always buy me a new pair.”
“..can i pick the color?”
“of course you can, baby.”
with a quick peck to his lips, you both began to drift off into the soft embrace of dreamless sleep, bodies warmed under the afterglow of the previous events, soft snores leaving robby’s parted lips, his head buried in the hair at the top of your head
𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀
