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a/n: i meant for this to just be a blurb but this man drives me insane. thanks for the ask! i hope you enjoy! comments/likes/reblogs are always appreciated :)))
wc: 1.2k
biceps. or rather, just bicep. you’re only staring at one right now, propped up beside your head. it has one very prominent vein running down the middle of it, sweat is also running down the whole span of the muscle, and it belongs to dr. frank langdon, your boyfriend of nearly a year.
you should be focused on better things. things like how deep his cock is pressed inside of you, stretching you wide with the tip kissing your cervix. or maybe you should be focused on his face, staring right down at you, his hair all messy from your fingers running through it and sharp blue eyes cloudy with desire. those are a couple really good things to focus on.
“hey,” you feel it more than you hear it, frank's mouth pressed against the side of your face, hair brushing your temple. he presses a couple of wet kisses to your cheek before speaking again, this time pulling back enough to catch your eye and make sure you hear him. “what’re you thinking about, hm?”
he’s so sweet, checking in like that. you’re used to partners who take and take and take, not ones who check in during sex and treat you like you’re made of the most delicate china. your eyes tear away from the meat of his bicep and find his own, a small smile forming on your lips just from the sight of him. your hands reach up and push his messy hair back, which causes him to moan softly.
“nothing,” you mumble out, shaking your head. you’ve already decided that it was stupid, to be focused so intently on his bicep while you’re having sex. he’s stopped moving at this point, just seated deep inside you as he keeps himself propped up on his forearms. “c’mon, move. wanna feel you, frankie”
he stays still, a small frown on his lips. frank has never been one to just drop anything, especially when it comes to you. he tilts his head, one of his hands coming up to stroke along your cheek. you lean into it without question. “not gonna fuck you until you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, baby.”
you let out a frustrated little sigh, face turning to nuzzle more intensely into his hand. you squeeze your eyes shut before mumbling into his hand, a small, “i was thinking about your arms.” you hear him laugh softly, and you grumble under your breath.
“my arms? what about them?” you could hear in his voice how he was trying to avoid laughing again, and it made you wanna roll your eyes. you felt his hand push gently against your cheek, rolling your head so that you were looking at him. “speak up if you want something, sweetheart.”
you were easy for him, and you knew it. with a small puff of air from your lips, you gather up enough courage to ask for what you want. its just frank. your frank. “your biceps are all…distracting and stuff.” you finally mumble out.
he raises his eyebrows and smiles at you, which makes you squirm. he places a hand on your waist to still you, before pulling out. your eyes widen, immediately freaking out. is he leaving? did he think that was weird or something? you clench around nothing and quickly move to sit up, throat closing up like you might cry.
you don’t even get to ask why he pulled out before he’s flipping you onto your stomach, warm hands manhandling you around. again, you clench around nothing, head turning to look at him over your shoulder. he lays flat against your back, chest hair scratching against your skin in a way that makes your whole body shiver.
“frankie-“ you try and squeak out, cut off by his arm moving around your neck, pulling you up into a loose headlock. you feel like your brain has melted and is dripping out of your ears. he’s so close, and big, and his bicep is right in front of you now. frank usually prefers missionary, prefers being able to see your pretty face, but you can admit that this much better.
he reaches down to help guide his length back inside of you, feeling somehow even deeper than before. you let out a pathetic whine and drop your forehead to his arm, eyes rolling back in your head. he lets out a low grunt, tightening his hold on you slightly. his free hand is kneading at the flesh of your ass, moving to your waist to keep a good hold on you.
“is this what you wanted? huh?” he speaks directly into your ear, lips brushing against the lobe and voice melting right into your bones. you let out a hum mixed with a whine. “wanted my bicep around your pretty throat? yeah, thats what i thought. gonna take it like a good girl.”
he begins fucking you again. hips thrusting against your ass, pushing himself right up against the tender spot inside of you. you can feel yourself getting lightheaded. when his free hand trails under your body to catch against your clit, thumb rough against the sensitive bud, thats when you finally lose it.
he’s breathing hot and ragged against the side of your face, and all you can feel is him. you lift your head slightly, teeth just scraping against the muscle at first. one more rub of his thumb against your clit gets you to sink your teeth in, getting a mouthful of his bicep. he winces, but it quickly trails off into a moan when he realizes what you’re doing.
“ooooh, look at you, baby.” he breathes out, a chuckle falling from his lips. his body is sweaty, and you can feel his thighs trembling as he somehow drives into you even harder than before. “so desperate for it. making a mess all over my bicep. can’t believe you, honey. should’ve said something sooner.”
you’re drooling all over his skin, spit leaking all over his arm. he’s right, it is a mess. his words make you clench tighter around him. he lets out a soft curse into the skin of your shoulder. “g’nna cum.” you somehow pant out without removing your teeth from his skin. you’re sure it sounds all garbled from the spit leaking everywhere.
“i know, baby. can feel you squeezing me, so goddamn tight. just let go. i’ve got you.” his words do it for you, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. he’s not far behind you, a couple more thrusts before he’s spilling every last drop deep inside. the warmth is like no other.
after a couple of minutes, he finally pulls his arm away from your mouth and pulls out. he laughs dryly at the small whine that leaves your lips, leaning back on his knees. his big hands spread you open, watching from behind as his cum begins to leak out of you. he turns your limp body over, spreading you even wider than before. you’re so fucked out, all you can do is whine.
“so messy tonight.” he shakes his head while he murmurs it, swiping his thumb through your folds and watching you whimper. his eyes move from your pussy to glance at his arm, grinning when he sees the teeth marks you left there. “looks like i’m your new chew toy, huh?”
oh hey so like doggy style with robby after he’s had a really long shift and he gets tired halfway through and starts to make you do the work “c’mon, help me out a little here. you wanna cum, don’t you????” like right okay
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after work sex with a very tired robby (f!reader)
as soon as robby left the ED all he could think about was crawling into bed, curling up next to his best girl and falling straight to sleep. that was his plan anyways until he stepped into the bedroom and saw you laying naked on top of the sheets with one leg tucked up to your chest and the other straight out, holding his pillow to your chest as you softly snored away.
he strips himself off his clothes, not even bothering to throw them in the wash basket (which you’ll have him for in the morning), before he climbs onto the bed right behind you, pulling your body right into his.
“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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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?”
WOWIE WOWIEEEEEEE i loveeeee when robby refers to himself as old man like YES I LOVE THAT OLD MAN SOOOOO BAD GIMME HIM GIMME HIM RNNNN
For the post with the characters reacting to gaining weight since being with the reader, you said Steve needed someone reassurance with kisses to his stomach and scars. I was wondering if we can please get a full fic on that? It was sooooooo adorable 🥹🥹
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, allusions to depression, insecurity, body worship
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Here's the post the ask is referencing. I love writing about Steve's scars so I went a little overboard lol.
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Steve shuts down on you from time to time.
It happened after Starcourt, after the rift opened, after everything was over. The distance between you slowly grows into something you don’t understand how to bridge as his body becomes unable to ignore his mind. He gets angry at everything and everyone, then disappears.
Dead eyes. Clipped sentences. Hours spent alone in his car, driving to god knows where. Barely eating, barely sleeping. His usually well-maintained hair growing into a matted mess, stubble left unshaved.
You can only be there for him as much as he’ll let you be. Not knowing what he’s thinking or feeling keeps you from connecting with him about everything you’ve been through together. But you’ll never understand the parts that truly haunt Steve from moments where he was completely alone.
When his shutdown ends, Steve thinks you’re upset that he pushed you away and didn’t take care of you the way he should have. Even in his worst moments, Steve can only think about what he didn’t do for others, all the ways he could have helped, all the things he never did. No matter how many times you tell him your only worries were about him, Steve sees the ways he failed you.
For the first time in months, Steve is starting to shut down, and you’re determined to help him before things get worse.
“Steve?” You crack the bedroom door open. Steve is curled up on the bed, clutching his stomach and attempting to make his large body as small as he possibly can.
You climb onto the bed beside him, the mattress shifting as you move close to Steve. His chest heaves up and down, yet his eyes are dry. He doesn’t want his pain to be your burden when you already have your own shit to deal with.
“Let me help.”
The words are simple, but they hold weight for Steve. Helping himself is what he’s always done, maybe that’s why he’s so reluctant to take what you have to offer. No one has ever cared for him like you do, not even his own parents, and you know it.
“Just a shower. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” you whisper, rubbing circles into his back.
Steve stands up without replying. You follow him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Once Steve’s breathing has calmed, you reach to help him peel his worn Hawkins Tigers shirt off.
He recoils, “Can you turn away? Or close your eyes?”
You turn to the shower. The metal hooks on the shower curtain screech as you pull it open. Water in any part of your tiny apartment is freezing at first, so you let it run from the spout over your hand until it’s at Steve’s preferred temperature. Years of getting to know his every quirk has made you an expert.
You take off your own shirt, Steve’s really, but it’s one of the many parts of him that’s become yours. Without looking, you know his eyes are on you as you strip down and step into the shower. You catch a glimpse of Steve, who has bandaged up his midsection where scars have warped the skin. A dull ache builds in your chest at the sight. It’s not the first time he’s hidden his scars from you, still his insecurity over them is hard to deal with. Nothing you say will bring back his old body or make him feel truly comfortable in his new one.
While you put his favorite hair products within reach, Steve steps in behind you and places your body wash in the lineup.
He wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder, “It smells like you.”
You smile at the comment and squeeze a dollop of shampoo into your hand. Steve lets you work it through his hair, combing through any knots with your fingers. His long eyelashes flutter as your fingertips rub against his scalp. According to some magazine he read, scalp stimulation promotes hair growth and thickness.
You go through his hair routine step by step. It’s become less intensive over the years, but you can see the satisfaction in his expression each time you follow one of his hyper-specific rules. Steve’s body tenses when you open the body wash, he takes a step back without thinking.
“You can–”
“I want you to do it, honey.”
So you begin to rub your body wash into his skin. Starting with his arms, then his chest, ending with his legs. You hadn’t noticed how sturdy his thighs had become or how broad his chest is. The extra weight looks good on him. Steve clearly doesn’t think so, he grimaces every time you touch part of his body that’s grown in size over the years. You quickly scrub down your body while the water washes the suds off Steve’s.
Outside the shower, you dry Steve off and brush through his hair. Massaging his scalp again for good measure. You grab a bottle of lotion before heading back into the bedroom. Steve puts on a pair of boxers, then flops down on the bed face first, pressing himself into the blankets. Sitting down next to him, you squirt lotion onto his back and begin to work the tension out of his muscles, carefully avoiding the covered area. Steve moans when you find the spot that’s been bothering him. His body deflates once the pain is gone.
“You can take the bandage off,” Steve murmurs. “I didn’t want you to see the way it looks now that I’m chubby.”
You chuckle, trying not to outright laugh at his declaration, “You aren’t chubby, Steve.”
“I am,” he complains. “And it makes the scars… it makes them look worse. Uglier.”
“There isn’t an ugly thing about you, babe,” you gently peel back the bandages, revealing the torn skin on Steve’s torso. The scars have settled in the years since he got them, but they aren’t subtle. Chunks of flesh are missing in differing amounts, creating uneven craters.
You massage lotion into the scarred areas, giving the same love you gave the rest of his body. Showing him that his body doesn’t bother you instead of trying to tell him. Steve relaxes as you finish caring for the scarred section of his back, he even flips over so you can do the same to his stomach. The pudge of his stomach is one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen, the scars on top of it that he got from protecting the world just add to the appeal. You lean down, letting your lips graze the area.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” Steve hums.
You continue. Pressing kisses to every inch of his stomach, to the soft and the rough skin; giving extra attention to the spots he’s insecure about where the scars healed badly or where his stomach protrudes out the most. You take your time, allowing your lips to spread love to Steve’s body in the way he deserves. Steve opens up with each kiss. Laughing when your eyelashes tickle his skin, caressing the back of your head.
“Thank you for understanding.”
You nod, “I love you more than anything, Steve. Nothing will change that. Especially not the way you look.”
You scooch up the bed and press a kiss to Steve’s forehead, his nose, and finally his lips.
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also thinking about jack picking you up from the bar after you get a little toooo drunk and him trying to hold onto his willpower because you're all over him and touching him and cooing at him but he shouldn't when you're so far gone...
maybe you push him a little too far and he gives in
18+ mdni !! cw: daddy kink
you stumble out of the bar, your friends hanging onto your arms, trying not to fall. you see jack's truck parked at the curb, window rolled down as he scrolls on his phone, waiting for you. his head perks up when he hears the bar door slam, face softening as he sees you--dress a little bit too hiked up for his liking, beautiful legs on display, heels dangling from your hand, dumb smile on that pretty face. fuck, he loved you.
"jackie!" you exclaim, untangling from your friends arms, running over to the passenger side of his truck. he chuckles, gets out to round the hood of the car, grabbing you by the hips to lean down, giving you a deep kiss. your friends squeal n he chuckles in your mouth, pulling away with a smile, "hi, baby--have fun tonight?"
you nod, a bit shy now as you paw at his arm, turning into him, "wanna go home--" he hums, putting his hand on the small of your back as he opens the car door, lifting you to place you in the seat. "say bye to your friends, honey." shutting your door, he walks back to the driver's seat as you wave to your friends through the window, giggling n smirking.
you're already on him the second he pulls off the curb, running your nails down his arm, tracing the veins in his hand, twirling your finger around the silver curls at his neck, trailing kisses all over his cheek, neck, hair, arm... you needed him now.
he's chuckling, trying his absolute best to keep both hands on the wheel and his focus on the dark road--but fuck you make it hard. "someone missed me--come on, baby. sit back in your seat until we get home."
you whine, pouting as you sling your arm across, bringing his face closer to whisper in his ear, "but daddy-- i need you right now." jack curses, swerving the car a bit as you nibble on his earlobe, trailing your hand down to palm his growing cock, murmuring another, "please". he jerks the steering wheel, causing you to yelp, falling a little back in your seat as he pulls over on the dirt road.
turning the car off, he looks at you sitting there--skin flushed, lace panties peaking out from under your dress, hair all wild, and grabs your arm, pulling you. "let's go, baby--sit on daddy's cock since you wanna be impatient."
you smile so wide, unaffected by his tone, giggling as you crawl over the middle console, throwing your arms around his neck to kiss him deeply, eagerly grinding down on him. he groans in your mouth, settling his hands on your plushy hips, hands moving up and down your waist. as you kiss down his neck he laughs, tugging your dress up your waist you palm your ass, "my girl's so needy, having daddy pull over--look at you."
you pull back, hands working on his belt to take out his thick cock, gripping him tight, jerking slowly as you both watch. lifting up, you move your panties to the side, lining yourself up with him, moaning as your pussy swallows him. your forehead falls against his shoulder as he fucks up into you, cursing, "fuck, baby. so fucking tight--that feel good?" eyes closed, you lean back, grabbing your tits through your dress, pulling it down to play with your nipples as you nod eagerly.
he coos, chuckling at how fucked out you are, unable to answer him properly, "'s okay, just let daddy take care of you--that's it." you try so hard to move your hips, but jack helps you, fucking yourself on him--using you like a toy. bringing his hand down to circle your clit, you cum fast, clenching around his cock--squeezing him so tight. he groans, moving you faster, tits bouncing in his face. jack comes inside of you, dick pulsing inside you as he holds you there, stroking your back as you snuggle into his neck.
he tries to move you off of him, wanting to set you back in your seat, but you pout, squirming as you hold him tighter n he sighs, "okay--okay, baby." tucking you in closer, still warming his cock, he moves to turn the car back on, pulling back onto the road, happy he's only got three minutes left of the drive.
langdon telling reader all the cool procedures he got to do at work while she rides him...
"— so I realigned his spine," he laughs breathlessly, shakes hair out of his eyes and squeezes at the fat of your hips while you ride him. "his spine, baby. without neuro."
"that's so hot,” you gasp into his mouth, “you’re so hot.”
“had his head in my hands and then i j-just—snap,” his laugh is more delicious this time, and then it gets cut off by a moan when you squeeze around his cock. “fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fuckin’ good.”
“better than a spine realignment?” you smile n bite his lip while he chuckles.
“i don’t know if I’d go that fa—” the rest of his sentence is muffled by a pillow over his face while you gasp in faux outrage through a fit of giggles :’)
gill;;;;;; your reblog;;;; YES !! and ugh robby doesn't even try to sound sweet it's more like a "quit moving around" type of "eaaaaaasy does it" while he holds you down in place :((((( like ur pussy exists for him to use why are you moving around so much while also getting off to the fact that you struggle to take him ugh
18+ mdni cw: toxic/manipilation
SOF IM BARKING…. i knew you’d see the vision…it’s giving toxic!robby my beloved…
ugh he says it in that low gravelly voice that’s aaaalmost reassuring but is more patronizing than anything… any comfort that can be gleamed from it is purely motivated by him wanting to get you to settle down so he can bully his whole cock inside you :(( that’s what it always is with him, everything is to get you to do what he wants… his praise, his reassurance, a lot of his affection… he knows exactly when and how to give it to keep you doe-eyed and eager to please <33
so ofc when he murmurs “eaaasy does it” in that tone you melt under him just like he expects you to <33 your cunt relaxes just a bit more around him and you stop squirming, at least for the time being, allowing him to shove the last couple inches into you and press the curls at his base against the ones on your pussy <3
“attagirl” he offers, to keep you relaxed even as his tip bumps your cervix. “fuck. you never let me in any easier, do you sweetheart? always so fuckin’ tight.” and you know he likes it but something about the way he says it still leaves you feeling small and kinda shameful </33
“Dennis doesn’t get ranch with his food and cries, and Robby gets hard” literally. Looks into your eyeballs. LITERALLY.
Ughh poor Dennis sniffling at whatever burger place they’re at, embarrassed that he’s sniffly in the first place, “cause it’s just ranch :( not even a big deal :(“
And Robby’s totally feeding into it. “Aw :( I’m so sorry baby :( I’ll flag down our server :(“ Adjusting himself in his pants beneath the table at Dennis’ flushed face and red eyes, shiny with unshed tears
Literally “he asked for no pickles” irl
ughhh i just love when robby is trying to covertly be perverted. like he's couching his perversion in this selfless desire for care. he pretends like he doesn't get off on having a crybaby bf who relies on him for basic tasks (verging into dad kink territory, someone stop me).
robby playing footsy with dennis underneath the table while he's politely asking the server for two ranch cups.
"the second one will cost an extra dollar," the server says.
robby gets off a little bit on that too. it's not even a splurge, dennis probably won't even finish both cups, but just the act of spending money on him, the act of rectifying any perceived denials dennis has ever faced...god, it's almost as potent as the crying.
(i also think the constant crying post like...knocked something loose in my brain because i thought about it all day. i feel like trinity would even start to ask dennis if he's pregnant or something.)
Hear me out what if Clark’s dick is so good it makes the reader pass out 👀
HIII! I’m sorry I’m so bad at replying !!
I like the way you think
18+ mentions of rough sex , swearing , whimpering , passing out , after care , mentions of breeding and mating press!!
Word count :648
He hadn’t meant for it to go this far .. he really hadn’t. He was stuck in a kryptonian rut , you promised you could handle it. Because normally you could handle his fucking. But tonight …you were currently folded in half into a mating press , four orgasms deep and he’s whimpering like a mad man pounding into your tight pussy dripping wet from all the rounds he had put you through. “Baby I’m so sorry NGHH I’m sorry I need more please… please let me take more .. just one more I’m so sorry baby please forgive me”
You sobbed babbling incoherently mascara running down your face and oh he feels so guilty when you nod your pretty little head. “S.. sokay” You forced yourself to speak out that one word.
He leans down folding you even further in half making you feel like you were gonna snap in two and you sobbed as he kisses your cheek and tears away as he fucks into you harder.
“Thank you baby.. I’ll make it up to you I swear” He whimpers sweetly not holding back and bullying your pretty pussy listening to your sobs feeling so guilty. But he can’t help it. He’s gonna fucking ruin you.
“Wanna see you all swollen baby… wanna see you swollen with my baby.. need to breed you.. I’m sorry .. really I am I just.. I need it .. we need it.. need my baby to have a baby” He slams his dick into you harder almost crying.
You were close. Brutally close. Head fuzzy. You couldn’t tell him. Your hand reached out to squeeze him as if to tell him you’re close.
“Go on baby.. give it to me. Come on.. lemme breed you sweetie” You sobbed clamping down onto his dick like a vice and he follows after rutting load after load cramming his cum as deep into your womb as he can ,his hyperspermia making your pussy all swollen and you feel your head go fuzzy. And before too long you passed out.
“You did so good baby.. I’m sorry .. baby?” He lightly taps your cheek realising that you’ve passed out.
He wastes no time pulling out hysterical and tapping your face checking your pulse sighing feeling it still there.
“Come back baby I’m sorry I’m so so sorry” He runs to grab a cloth soaking it in cold water and placing it on your head cooing.
When your eyes open he’s so gentle with you.
“Hey sweet baby can you hear me?” You nod at him blinking a few times and he speaks again.
“Can you speak for me honey?” He coos again.
“What happened?” you splutter out and with a shaky breath he carefully carries you to the bathroom already setting up a bath for you.
“Sweet bug I’m so sorry.. I was so rough with you .. I couldn’t help it please don’t think I’m a monster”
He checks the temp of the water for you filling it with cherry scented bubble bath and places you in like you’re made of glass.
You reach out carefully cupping his face. “I don’t think you’re a monster Clark.. I know you can’t help it.. I trust you with my body . I forgive you okay?”
He almost bursts into tears with how understanding you were about his kryptonian biology as he Carefully wipes between your legs not wanting to overstimulate you more.
“I don’t deserve you bug… I’m sorry baby.. I really am okay?” You nod believing him and sooth the mood by blowing bubbles in his face and he chuckles grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it.
After the bath he scoops you up and drys you off with a towel shushing and rocking you gently before pulling a hoodie over you and carrying you to bed peppering your face in kisses.
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subby!robby who likes to suck his gf's breast milk until his tummy is full 🥵
UGHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSS!!!! and u know what’s so funny i literally messaged @shoniebalognie yesterday saying we need more robby breastfeeding kink fics sooooo….u need to get out of my head anon!!
and if i made it mommy kink……
subby!robby has a breastfeeding kink (f!reader)
wc: 1.8k
warnings/tags: breastfeeding kink, mommy kink, subby!robby, f!reader, talks of pregnancy and pregnancy related stuff, two mentions of their unnamed daughter (he’s a girl dad sue me), handjob, oral (m!), cum swallowing, mentions of readers postpartum body, obvs breast milk drinking.
it had been another one of those days in the ED, one of those ones where everything and anything that can go wrong does go wrong. one of those days where the weight of robby’s responsibility feels too heavy to bear, where he just wishes for one minute his name wasn’t robby, where he wishes he wasn’t in charge, where he wishes everyone would just leave him alone.
still, at least he had you to come home to, his beautiful postpartum girlfriend. you were truly the only thing getting him through that shift, the thought that in just a few short hours he’d get to come home to his best girls, get to see you sitting on the couch still so swollen and round from having his baby only a month or so ago.
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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robby wants a little push to get going in the morning. you're more than happy to help.
18+, minors dni. smut- p in v, fingering, handjobs, pussy pronouns, age gap relationship (reader in mid-twenties, robby is 50)
The first thing you registered as you slowly roused from your sleep was the tickling sensation of stubble on the back of your neck, your hair pushed aside to give Robby easy access to your soft skin where he was placing the gentlest of kisses.
The room was dark aside from the cracked bathroom door where the dim light above the sink shone through. It was an adjustment for Robby, who had been used to sleeping in the pitch dark, but when he realized how badly the dark effected your claustrophobia he adapted quickly and now he too needed the sliver of light to sleep well.
"Excuse me, sir, what do you think you're doing?" your tired voice mumbled playfully, smiling into your pillow as you felt the warmth of his bare chest against your back. An arm was curled around your waist, holding you to him. Robby always had to touch you while sleeping whether it be an arm around you or you resting on his chest.
"Hoping for a little morning motivation before work," Robby's own sleepy toned voice crooned in your ear before going back to pressing his lips against you. You squirmed in his hold and turned to face him, your noses brushing as you blinked the sleep from your eyes.
"And you thought waking me up at the ass crack of dawn on my day off would get you that, huh?" you teased him, letting a hand slide up to rest on his chest, the hair there soft beneath your palm. "You're lucky I love you, Robinavitch."
He shrugged, his brown eyes already alight with mirth as he looked over you. Neither one of you had been entirely sure of your relationship in the beginning. You were a new resident and he was your attending. You had danced around each other for months, using friendship as a way to build a wall between your real feelings. It was after Robby's sabbatical, when he returned refreshed and looking like years of stress had been lifted from his shoulders, that Jack finally kicked his ass into place and made him realize what you both were missing out on.
He had approached you after work one night in the parking lot. You had avoided him until then, furious as he had left for his trip without so much as a goodbye to you. When he caught up to you though, the truth came out. He was too caught up in his own mental agony to even think of pursuing any kind of relationship with you. He knew it would only come crashing down, so he resolved to let you go until he could better himself and prove that he was ready to be with you.
That night ended in a kiss, whispered promises, and a hopeful future. One that, a year later, saw the two of you living together and happier than you could dream of. It wasn't easy. Especially with the stress your jobs came with. But you both loved each other enough to work through the tough times.
"I know I'm lucky, baby, trust me. I count my blessings daily. But what are my chances of getting luckier this morning?" he asked, grinning as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips.
You hummed softly into the feeling of his kiss, relishing in the feeling of him against you before you pulled back, "Like I said. You're lucky I love you."
When you slid you leg to hitch around his hip, a thick thigh hooked around him, he took the invitation. His hands found the hem of the shirt you wore to bed, one of his old faded t-shirts, and he slowly slid it up and over your head, tossing it to the floor.
His eyes took in your breasts, now exposed in the dim light, and a hungry look overcame him. A hand came to cup one of your breasts, his thumb seeking out the stiff peak of your nipple.
"Fuck, these tits. So perfect for me." he mumbled, his gaze roaming all over you from your sleep flushed face to your tits on full display, down to the soft curves of your belly and thighs.
You had worried when you and Robby began dating that he wouldn't like what he saw of your body. You had always been curvier, always had a soft pouch to your belly. Stretch marks had marred your skin. You expected all of it to be a turn off to him.
Boy, were you wrong. The moment Robby had taken in your naked form for the first time, he felt like a man reborn. He loved touching you, letting his hands roam and feel. He had expressed his love for every mark, ever soft dimple, every inch of you. He couldn't get enough.
Even now, one of his hands slid the blanket down, exposing you both to the cool air of the room so he could let his gaze wander.
"So pretty for me, huh? I can't get enough of this gorgeous fucking body."
You flushed slightly when his gaze slid down to your pussy. You had fallen asleep without bothering with underwear after your shower the previous evening, content with having thrown on one of Robby's shirts before collapsing in bed.
"Michael," you huffed shyly, squeezing your thighs together the best that you can whil your leg was propped on him, squirming under his gaze. You were already aroused from feeling his hands roam your body and his whispers in your ear. You knew before long he would have you dripping for him.
"Sorry, baby. She's just so pretty," he grinned, leaning in for another kiss as his hand slid between your bodies. His fingers brushed your slick folds, causing you to clench in anticipation. "She always gets so wet for me, hmm?"
You bit your lip, eyes fluttering as his fingers brushed your clit, the little bundle of nerves slowly stiffening with arousal.
"Always ready for you," you tell him softly.
You let out a whimper as he finally, finally, pushed a finger inside you, easily sinking down to his knuckle within your soaked cunt.
"Yeah she is. Fuck, she squeezes me so good," he said, eyes blown with lust.
A few moments passed as you let him explore, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy before another finger joined in. You gasped at the stretch, hips bucking up into his hand, causing him to let out a quiet laugh.
"Feels good, doesn't it? I take care of what's mine, huh?" he continued and you nodded quickly, leaning in to kiss him again. He wasted no time in brushing his tongue against yours, deepening your kisses.
Your own trembling hands came to find the waistband of his boxers, shoving them down until he was able to kick them away. Your hand quickly found his cock, already hard and throbbing, thank fuck for morning wood.
You pumped him slowly, pussy clenching again as a deep groan rumbled in his chest. Your thumb teased at the ridge just below the head of his cock and you grinned into the kiss when you felt a drop of precum slip down to your thumb. You used it to slicken your strokes, clicking sounds coming from both of you as each of you used your slick to work each other up.
Robby's thumb joined in, coming to flick at your pulsing clit. A sharp gasp left you, your pussy clenching tight around him again. The tight, tingling feeling of your impending orgasm began to gather in your abdomen.
"R-Robby stop, stop, I'm gonna cum. I-I want you inside me, don't wanna cum like this."
He gave one more curl of his fingers into the spongy, sensitive spot within you before slipping them out. He brought them up, slipping them into his mouth and humming at your taste.
"Fuck, she tastes like heaven. If I had time I would lay you out and eat this pussy forever."
You whined, pulling your hand from his cock and shuffling closer to press your wet heat to the rigid line of him, your chest pressed to his as you ground against him, one hand laying on his chest while the other came to grip his shoulder.
A relieved breath left you both, panting into each other as Robby shifted, sinking the length of his cock deep into your pussy.
"Oh my god.." you whimpered, lifting your thigh a bit more to let him reach deeper.
Robby's hands came to rest on your ass, using the leverage to pull you in to meet his thrusts. He immediately set a brutal pace, fucking into you hard enough that you knew you'd have bruises on your hips from his own smacking against you.
"Ah, ah, oh M-Michael," you whined, clinging to him, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder hard enough to leave crescent marks.
Robby paused long enough to roll you from your side to your back, the firm weight of him holding you down. His hand slid up to take both wrists in his hand, slamming them to the mattress above your head to hold you down.
"That's right, baby, say my fucking name. Tell me who makes you feel this fucking good," he growled, his thrusts now rocking your body, causing your full tits to bounce too. His eyes drunk in the view, greedy with lust, before they slid back up to meet yours.
"You do!" you cried out, back arching into him, causing the coarse hairs at the base of his cock to rub against the wet, hard mess of your clit. You didn't have the strength to keep your legs wrapped around him, your shaky thighs falling open and spreading you wider, causing him to reach deeper, "You do, baby, I'm yours!"
His free hand slid down, thumb coming to rub circles into your clit, and you were a goner. Your pussy clamped down onto him, your orgasm snapping like a rubber band within you as you cried out his name.
"Fuck, that's it. Good fucking girl," Robby growled, hips pounding into you at a broken pace before he came, flooding your pussy with warmth. He gave you a few more slower, deeper thrusts to get you both through the aftershocks before collapsing beside you, pulling you to rest on his warm chest.
You smiled softly, sleepiness creeping up on you again, but you knew you would have to clean up before you could rest again.
You gazed up at him, rolling so your breasts pressed against his tummy and your chin rested on his chest, giving him a soft smile.
"How was that for your morning motivation, Dr. Robinavitch?"
He grinned back, his hand rubbing slowly over your back, "I think I'll manage the next 12 hours now, but maybe you can join me in the shower and show me what I can look forward to when I get home this evening?"
You rolled your eyes playfully, rising to your knees and yanking the blanket away from Robby, causing him to yelp at the cool air.
"Again, you're lucky I love you. Now get your ass in the bathroom," you said, jumping off the bed and heading towards the door, laughing as you heard him scrambling behind you.
Summary: Welp.. like the title said, a girl who's hungry for her hunk of an older boyfriend.
Warnings: sexual content ahead, daddy kink, age-gap relationship.
A/N: Lowkey the first time that my smut writing has been this in depth, feeling kind of nervous about it lol.
Anyways.. feedback is always welcome :).
If you have any one-shot ideas or fantasies about Jack Abbot that you want written out, let me know. Always down to make your delusions come true ;).
Hope you enjoy!! <3
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The delicious smell leaving the kitchen is drawing you in, checking up on Jack who’s making you dinner.
Coming to a halt in the door opening, you spot your boyfriend standing behind the stove. He’s stirring in a pot, the muscles in his back flexing as he does. You always find it extremely attractive whenever he takes care of you, like when he cooks you a meal, but now he’s doing it shirtless and oh.. it makes the whole scenario about ten times hotter.
“Hope you’re hungry,” Jack says after taking notice of you standing there. “Making your favorite, pasta bolognese.”
“Oh.. I’m hungry alright.” you tell him, eyes taking in his broad form before resting on his big biceps.
You’re ovulating.. which means it makes you absolutely feral. It’s not like you normally have a low sex drive, you and Jack are fucking nearly every day. However, when you’re ovulating.. you become even more horny then you usually are.
“Don’t give me that look,” Jack tells you, whipping the kitchen towel over his shoulder before grabbing his crutch that was resting against the counter. He leans on it as he turns his body a little to face you more. “Put those ‘fuck me’ eyes away.”
“Why?” you pout slightly, taking some steps forwards.
“This morning wasn’t enough for you?” Jack asks, referring to the two hours you spend messing around in bed before getting up.
“No,” you tell him, the way he’s standing there with his broad chest and shoulders on display is not helping your case. “You know m’ovulating. I can’t help it.”
A chuckle escapes Jack as he shakes his head softly at your words. Don’t get him wrong, he loves whenever you’re ovulating, it turns you feral and there’s nothing he enjoys more than taming you. “I made food, sweetheart. Can’t let it go to waste.”
“It won’t go to waste.” you are quick to say. “You can finish making the sauce, then we can reheat it later while boiling the pasta.” you explain.
“Are you serious right now?” Jack cocks a brow. “Can’t wait till after dinner?”
“No,” you take some steps forward, which closes the space between you and him completely. “S’your fault.. shouldn’t be looking this good,” you mutter as your hands roam up his arms and rest on his shoulders.
Jack lets out a soft sigh, looking down in your eyes as he takes hold of your chin. “You’re something else.. y’know that?” he tips your head back some more. “Gonna be the death of me.”
“Why’s that?” you tilt your head a bit to the side. “Because you’re an old man?”
“Oh?” Jack moves his hand lower, wrapping his fingers around your neck. “I’m an old man, now?”
“Uh-hu,” you give him a teasing nod. “One that can’t keep up with a young thing like me."
Jack lets out a bitter laugh, you know just what to say to drive him crazy. It makes his fingers tighten their grip on your neck a little. “Enough.” he says. “Go to our room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
An excited giggle leaves you before you rush out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom. You can’t help yourself with teasing Jack, it’s just so fun to rile him up. Also, he fucks you even better whenever he’s slightly agitated by your teasing.
Anticipation is filling up your body as you lay yourself down on the bed. You’ve taken off the oversized shirt of his you were wearing, leaving you bare chested. There’s just a black thong that’s still covering you.
Jack moves into the room, he doesn’t like wearing his prosthetic around the house so he usually moves around on his crutches. The sight of you laying on the bed is going straight to his cock, the desire he feels for you almost unbearable.
“Old man, huh?” Jack lets his crutches drop to the ground as soon as he has reached the bed. He takes hold of your legs before pulling you closer to the edge. “I’ll show you old..”
He’s quick to curl his fingers around the lining of your panties, pulling them down in a swift motion and discarding them on the floor. Jack lets his eyes trace over your body in awe, sometimes he still doesn’t believe how someone as beautiful as you could want a man like him.
“God.. you’re fucking perfect,” he mutters,
Those words, spoken out in that husky voice, go straight to your core. You can feel the ache for him grow between your legs, it makes you bite down on your lip as you look up at him.
“You need me, baby?” Jack asks you, leaning down some so he could be closer to you.
“Yeah..” a soft nod leaves you. When he gets close enough, you place a hand on his cheek and pull him into a kiss.
A hum escapes Jack as he feels his lips on yours, his eyes flutter close and he’s quick to kiss you back. At first, it’s tender.. but it’s quick to turn more passionate as the desire takes over. His tongue is playing a dangerous game with yours, taking in the way you taste.
Jack is the first to pull back, looking into your eyes as his hand moves up to cradle your face. “M’gonna fuck you so good.” he tells you, voice hushed, the feeling of his breath against your skin makes you shiver.
“Please-” a whine leaves you, making a smirk tug on his lips.
“You need it that bad, sweet girl?” Jack asks you, thumb grazing over your bottom lip.
“Uh-hu..” you nod at him, the ache for him pooling between your legs.
“Show me how bad.” Jack tells you.
Your lips part and you’re quick to take two of his fingers in your mouth, your tongue roaming around his digits before sucking down. Jack mutters a soft curse under his breath, the feeling mixed with the sight of how needy you are is making his cock only harder for you.
“You’re so filthy for it, aren’t you?” he says after seeing you coating his fingers in spit before sucking down on them again.
The nod of your head is not the reaction Jack wants out of you. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes..”
“Yes, who?” Jack guides you to the answer he wants to hear.
“Yes, daddy.” you tell him, looking into his eyes.
God.. he loves it whenever you call him that. It’s something he didn’t know he was into until you came along. The first time you called him that while he was making you come, changed the entire way the two of you would dirty talk from then on.
“Atta girl,” he moves a hand down and fondles your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers which causes you to whimper out.
Jack lets his hands roam down your body, the feeling of his calloused fingertips against your skin turns you on even more. He presses another kiss against your lips before moving his head to leave a trace of kisses down into your neck.
A whimper escapes you at his actions, the feeling of his fingers moving further down combined with his lips on your skin is driving you crazy. Your body feels like it’s on fire with desire for him.
“Jesus.. you’re already dripping wet,” Jack observes as his fingers move down between your thighs. A soft moan escapes you as he touches you where you want it most.
The sight of your back arching before him, a gasp leaving you as he moves two fingers inside of you, it’s beautiful to Jack. You grip onto his arm, grounding yourself as his digits start pumping inside of you.
“Gonna make you come as much as I can.” Jack whispers, moving his head up to peck your lips. “Let’s see how you can keep up.” he mocks your words from earlier.
It doesn’t take long before the first knot starts forming inside your gut, you start squirming beneath his touch and it lets Jack know you’re close. He takes pride in how fast he can make you come, he was literally beaming the first time you told him that no other man had ever made you come that quickly.
Your orgasm ripples through you, a whiny moan escaping while you coat his fingers with your juices.
The look in Jack’s eyes turns darker, the lust nearly all consuming. He lets you ride out your high before removing his fingers, making eye contact as he puts them in his mouth so he can taste you.
“Want you, daddy.” a needy whine leaves you, hands on his arms.
Jack is quick to grab you by your waist, lifting you higher onto the bed. He takes off his sweatpants, letting them fall to the ground together with his boxers before following you, climbing on top. He holds himself up by resting on his elbows, face inching closer. Before going any further, he connects his lips back to yours.
A soft hum leaves you as your arms wrap around his neck, holding him close as the two of you kiss. When you feel his tongue trace your bottom lip, you open up your mouth a little so he could find his way inside. Your tongues are playing a heated game of exploring one another. The way you’re making out is passionate, you can feel his erection straining against your skin and it causes that ache to form back between your thighs.
“Ready for me, baby?” Jack questions, taking hold of his cock so he could brush his tip through your folds.
“Mhmm.. yes,” you nod eagerly, looking into his eyes with nothing other than desire and lust.
The sight of you so worked up is enough for Jack to want to wreck you. However, he holds himself back as he’s planning on teasing you some more. Payback.
A soft whimper leaves you as you feel him trace his cockhead back between your folds, so close to giving you what you want. You hate whenever he teases you, you’re so impatient and especially when you’re in a state like this. Eventhough you hate it, it also turns you on like crazy.
“Beg for it.” Jack tells you, hearing the needy sounds that are escaping you.
“Please..” you say as you look up into his eyes. “Please, daddy.”
“Gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks, flicking his tip against your clit which makes a soft whine leave your lips. “Tell me.”
“Yeah..” you nod at him. “M’gonna be so good, please-”
With one sharp trust, Jack makes his way inside of you. A gasp escapes you as your hands take hold of his shoulders. “Fuck-” your nails dig into his skin as you feel his cock spreading you open.
A soft groan escapes Jack’s lips as he watches you take him, back arching so beautifully for him. He takes hold of your thigh, lifting it up and making you wrap it around his waist. After placing a kiss against your lips, he starts moving his hips and thrusting inside of you.
A moan leaves your lips as he does, hands moving to his back so you could hold onto him. “Mhmm..”
“Yeah.. that feel good, baby?” Jack watches you nod and it makes a feeling of pride grow in his chest, he loves nothing more than pleasing you.
He hits you with deep strokes, his cock gliding through your gooey walls with ease. Jack’s on a mission to make you come at least two more times before he finishes himself. And everybody who knows Abbot, knows he’s determined once he’s set his goal in place.
As soon as you feel his fingers move down to your clit, you know it’s game over. He’s thrusting in and out of you with no mercy, hitting the right spot while his digits stimulate your clit. The moaning escaping you is like music to his ears, god.. he could listen to it forever without growing bored of it.
“Oh yes,” you whimper out, that bubble of pleasure building up inside of you and you know it’s about to burst at any moment.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” Jack moves his fingers faster which only makes you more sensitive, hips bucking up against his movements. “Like that?”
“Fuck yes,” you whine out, spreading your legs some more so Jack can easily keep his hips moving while his fingers work against your senstive nub.
“Come for me,” Jack spurs you on, eyes focused on the expression on your face.
A whine escapes you as your body tightens up, walls clenching around his cock which makes him curse out under his breath. Jack keeps going until you tip over the edge, cries leaving your lips as your body trembles slightly when pleasure flows through it.
“Atta girl,” Jack holds onto your legs as he watches you come down from your high, the blissful look in your eyes causing that sense of pride in him once more.
When he leans down to bring his lips back to yours, you let out a hum and close your eyes. Your lips move against his, kissing him back softly. “Thank you,” you mumble.
“You’re welcome, baby.” Jack smiles before pressing another kiss against your lips. “Ready for one more?”
“Yeah..” you give him a soft nod.
Jack holds onto your legs, moving them up so he could place them over his shoulders. His actions make his cock move deeper inside of you, a whimper leaving you as your nails dig into his shoulders.
After kissing you once more, Jack starts thrusting back inside of you. A moan rolls over your lips as you feel him move deeply. You hold onto his shoulders, grounding yourself as you take every stroke he gives you.
“Mhm.. daddy,” you whimper out. “Feels so good.”
A groan escapes Jack as you call him that, he looks back into your eyes and picks up the pace at which his hips are moving.
The room fills up with the sounds of you moaning out and Jack’s skin slapping against yours. He’s pounding into you, balls deep, hitting the top of your cervix with every thrust. You’re a mess, already sensitive from coming twice so you know it won’t take long before he gets you there again.
“Fuck-” you cry out softly as a shift of his hips makes him hit the spot perfectly. “Right there,”
“Yeah?” his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he holds you still, hitting that spot over and over again.
“Oh my-” your eyes roll to the back of your head as the feeling gets nearly overwhelming.
“You feeling it, sweetheart?” Jack grunts out. “Don’t hold back, want to feel you come on my cock.”
It doesn’t take much longer after that before your body tightens up, so close to getting that intense feeling of pleasure. Jack leans in some more and sucks down onto your nipple, giving that final touch which makes you come undone.
Soft cries fill the room as pleasure bursts inside of you, holding onto him as your body trembles.
“Good girl,” Jack plants a kiss against the side of your head and slows down his strokes. He guides you through the waves of your orgasm that’s slowly washing away.
A trembled breath leaves you as Jack wipes some sweaty strands of hair out of your face, he gives you some time to collect yourself together which is much needed. The way he turns sweet after he makes you come will always melt your heart, his soft touches and kisses make you feel so loved every time.
“Think you can give me one more?” Jack asks as he looks into your eyes, thumb brushing against your jawline.
“I think so,” you give him a nod while smiling which makes him give you a smile back.
“Good.. because this one is going to be intense.” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips before positioning himself again.
You watch as he folds your legs over your head, leaning over and working his hips. His thrusts hit deep, your sensitive core aching as it’s hyper sensitive from previous orgasms. Jack doesn’t give you much time to get used to him, pretty soon he’s back to pounding himself inside of you.
“Fuck..” you whine out, nails digging into his back which makes him groan out.
“Feel how deep inside of you I am, baby?” Jack asks you, voice husky and eyes dark as he stares into yours.
“Yes,” you let out a whimper and feel his hand wrapping around your neck again, pushing you deeper into the mattress.
Soft cries fill up the room as Jack keeps on pounding into you, you’re so sensitive from his earlier actions that you can barely take what he’s giving you. You grip onto his shoulders as your moaning mixed with Jack’s grunts are filling up the room.
“Oh my god-” you cry out softly, so sensitive that you can hardly take it anymore. “I can’t-"
“You can, baby.” Jack presses a kiss to your lips before lifting up your chin so you’d look in his eyes. “You’re so good for me, always are.. you can take it,” he tells you, following that up with another kiss. “Just a little more.”
A whine rolls over your lips as Jack pushes even deeper inside of you, keeping hold of your face so you’d look him into his eyes. It doesn’t take long before you feel that pressure building up inside of your gut, a whimper escaping you.
“M’gonna come again, daddy..” you cry out softly.
“I’m close too,” Jack grunts out as he tries to hold himself back, needing to feel you come before he does. “Come for me, baby.”
“Mhmm..” your body tightens up and you grip onto his arms before you feel pleasure explode, moving through your entire body which makes you cry out and tremble.
As soon as Jack feels you clench your walls around him, he’s done for. A deep groan escapes him as he spills himself inside of you, holding onto your trembling legs.
“Fuck..” his body falls onto yours, completely spent. “That was good.”
“Tell me about it,” you sigh out, legs still trembling softly from the intensity of your orgasm. You move a hand up to cradle the back of his head, holding him close to you as your other arm wraps around him. “I take back my words.. you can keep up with me just fine.”
Jack lets out a chuckle as he moves his head up and looks you into your eyes. “Told you.”
You’ve done reader and uncle!robby getting caught by reader’s dad
You’ve done reader and uncle!robby getting caught by reader’s mom
I think it’s time for reader’s boyfriend to walk on reader and Robby; maybe if they’re in position that reader always refused to do with her boyfriend.
(you can make it more disgusting if it’s step dad!robby)
hear me out hear me out!!!! boyfriend’s dad!robby getting caught with reader by his son!?!?!?!
walk with me…
getting caught with boyfriend's dad!robby (f!reader)
wc: 3.9k (whoops)
warnings/tags: smut. mdni. cheating!! age gap (unspecified but there), oral (m! and f!), unprotected piv, creampie, angst i guess but not really??, getting caught having sex, comfort at the end. f!reader. daddy kink.
you and your boyfriend had been together for a couple of months, you met at work and he’d been begging you to go on a date with him since your first day. you turned him down probably 100 times before saying yes, remembering everyone’s advice about never dating your co-workers. but he was nice and seemed somewhat normal so eventually you agreed.
the date was okay, nothing to write home about but it wasn’t terrible so you agreed to another, and then another until he asked you to be his girlfriend. you weren’t in love with him per say, but you thought maybe you could be, could end up falling in love with him some point down the line…
that was until you met his very handsome father.
it was your boyfriend’s birthday so you ended up travelling to his home town of pittsburgh to meet his parents to spend the weekend with them. given the fact that you weren’t really that invested in your relationship yet you weren’t exactly nervous about meeting his parents, until you stepped into the arrivals terminal at the airport and saw the very handsome older man who you assumed to be his father.
taking in his tall, broad frame and his greying hair and aged features your breathing got caught in your throat and you silently hoped that he wasn’t in fact your boyfriends dad. but as your boyfriend waved at the couple and they waved back that hope was shattered.
“oh! my sweet boy! i missed you sooo much!!” the older woman who you presumed to be your boyfriend’s mom cooed as she wrapped him up in her arms, peppering the top of his head with kisses.
you stood awkwardly behind, gripping the handle of your suitcase until your knuckles turned white as you took a closer look at his hot dad. noting the way the skin by his eyes crinkled as he smiled at his son, and then the way his cheeks flushed an unmistakable shade of pink when his eyes finally landed on you.
you looked away, staring awkwardly at the floor when his eyes met yours. you had felt it then, a jolt of heat that rolled through your body when his eyes lingered just a little bit too long on your own. fuck.
“mom. dad. this is my girlfriend…” he introduces you by name and you could’ve sworn you saw a little bit of light die behind his mother’s eyes when he used the word girlfriend. but she smiled sweetly at you anyway, whether it was genuine or not, you didn’t really care.
“it’s nice to meet you” she smiles, notably not extending her hand out for you to shake or really acknowledging you in anyway but by word.
“you too!” you extend your own fake smile before your eyes land back on his dad, who was offering you a real genuine smile. it was shy, small and his cheeks grew a darker shade of red when you returned the same smile. heat pooled low in your belly at that and subconsciously you pressed your thighs together.
“hey, i’m michael but everyone calls me robby” he extends his hand for you to shake, you take it and you swear you felt a spark as your hands met and the way he immediately looked away from you told you he felt it too.
“hi, robby” he’s so much taller than you that you have to look up at him, your eyes all big and round as you peer at him through your lashes. a small smile creeps up on your face and you feel your own cheeks getting hotter by the second.
you don’t say much during the ride back from the airport, you can barely get a word in anyway as your boyfriends mom asks him all sorts of questions about how he’s been since she last saw him. so you just sit there in the back of the car, fiddling with your hands awkwardly in the back making eye contact with robby in the rear view mirror every so often. he looks away immediately every time but two seconds later he’s looking again, like he can’t stop even if he wanted to.
that first night at his parent’s home is pretty uneventful it was late when you got in after dinner so you headed straight to bed. you couldn’t sleep, your mind full of thoughts of robby as your boyfriend held you close to his chest you felt sick as you wished it was his dad instead.
it took ages for you to fall asleep and when you woke up around 10am the next morning your boyfriend wasn’t in bed beside you anymore. you threw on some pajama shorts and a loose tank top and went downstairs to look for him but you only found robby sat at the kitchen table reading something on his phone.
“morning..” you announce your presence in the room and robby jumps at the sound of your voice, his head snapping to where you stand in the doorway. his eyes scan your body, taking in the way your tits move in your loose top as your chest heaves from the effort of your breathing. then he’s taking in your legs, how they’re pressed together slightly as you shift on the balls of your feet and how your tiny pajama shorts cup the plump mound of your pussy so obviously.
“hi..” he breathes out, not realising he’d been holding said breath since he laid his eyes on you.
“where is everyone?” you ask, finally stepping into the kitchen and pulling out the chair closest to robby. he watches intently as you sit, appreciating the way your thighs fill out as they press against the wood of the chair, making the v shape of your pussy in your shorts more noticeable.
his eyes don’t leave your crotch the whole time, unashamedly staring as he asks, “who..?” you giggle at that, at the way he’s so stuck on you and your body that he forgot all about his wife and son.
“your wife? your son? my boyfriend?”
that snaps him back to life, his eyes finally leaving your legs and meeting your eyes. pink flushes your cheeks again just as it did back in the airport. “oh they went out for breakfast, some silly birthday tradition they’ve had since he was a kid”
you nod, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you look robby up and down. he looked so good in his plaid pajama pants and white t-shirt that was a little too tight on him, hugging his soft tummy and big arms in all the right ways.
robby offers you a drink then which you accept, your eyes trained on him as he moves around the kitchen. you spend a little while chatting over glasses of orange juice, giggling at all his jokes and listening intently as he tells you about himself, his job at the ed and just anything that comes to mind. all the while he’s devouring you with his eyes, it’s somehow so casual and intense at the same time. your thighs burn from how hard you’re pressing them together under his gaze.
he asks you questions about yourself too, smiling and nodding along when you answer them. it honestly felt like a first date, and you were feeling a lot more than on any date with your actual boyfriend.
who speaking of which came home soon after with his mom, interrupting yours and robby’s little kitchen moment. your boyfriend comes over and kisses the top of your head, you want to pull away but force yourself not to and you wish him happy birthday. his mother looks you up and down in something that resembles disgust, obviously not impressed with your revealing outfit, unlike her husband. her husband who was now looking anywhere but at you.
the rest of the day is spent at home celebrating your boyfriend’s birthday, opening presents and enjoying drinks with a couple more close family members. you mostly stay out of the way, sitting on the patio with robby as everyone fusses over the birthday boy by the backyard pool.
you’d changed into a white string bikini earlier much to your boyfriend’s mom’s dismay and robby’s delight, only covered by an almost sheer cover up tied around your waist and just like this morning robby’s eyes were all over you.
you’d spent the better part of the last hour teasing him, pushing your chest out purposefully when he looked, leaning over him further than necessary to talk over the music playing on the speakers, placing your hand on his bicep to stabilise yourself when you did so. and it was working, there’d been a somewhat noticeable bulge in robby’s shorts for some time now, which he hoped you hadn’t noticed but obviously you had.
you wanted him so bad, so much so that it was getting harder and harder not to just jump on him and take him for all he had right there on the patio. and when he laughed at something you said and placed his hand on the top of your thigh, it only got harder. you looked around to check if anyone was watching but they were all too busy with your boyfriend, who you imagine had forgotten you were even there. so you placed your hand over his and brought it up higher, his long fingers slipping on the inside, grazing your pussy over your bikini bottoms.
robby sucks in a harsh breath, his eyes snapping to yours, his pupils were already blown wide. “not here..” he whispers, removing his hand from your leg.
“where then?” you ask, biting your lip and giving him your best doe-eyed look.
he looks around and thinks for a second before grabbing his drink and tipping it over you. he shoves the drink into your hand before you can even let out a gasp. everyone turns to look at you then. robby takes the drink from your hand and places it down on the table next to him before standing up and helping you up too.
“come on, let’s get you cleaned up” he’s pushing you forwards now with one hand on your back as he guides you back into the house and up the stairs, pulling you into his bedroom and clicking the door shut behind him.
as soon as you’re in the room he’s spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall. his lips are on yours in seconds, taking your mouth in a hot, wet kiss. it’s messy and possessive, he’s forcing his tongue in your mouth and you can’t help but moan into his as he literally takes your breath away. his hands are all over you, grabbing and squeezing every single inch of your skin.
he pulls away after a minute to let you catch your breath, his eyes are so dark, almost fully black now as he looks down at you with an intensity unlike anything you’ve experienced before.
“fuck, this is bad” robby pants, reaching his hand around your back and pulling the string of your bikini top open. his lips are on your collarbone then, kissing across it and down the soft swell of your breasts until your nipple is in his mouth.
you gasp, your hands fly to the back of his head, gripping his hair tight as he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, suckling it softly in his mouth.
“i know..so bad” you whine, your hips involuntarily bucking forward into his, grinding your clothed cunt against the prominent erection in his shorts.
“we shouldn’t be doing this” he says as he pulls off your nipple before giving the other the same attention.
“i know” you moan, reaching one of your hands down between your bodies to grab his cock over his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze that has robby groaning around your breast.
“so tell me to stop” he’s sinking to his knees now, his hands already untying the strings on your hips, your bottoms falling to the floor by your feet.
you shake your head, “don’t you fucking dare.”
you part your legs for him and his tongue finds your clit in seconds, his big dark eyes trained on yours as he eats your cunt like a starved man. he’s pushing his face into you, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue teases your dripping hole, swallowing every taste of you that hits his tongue.
your hands are in his hair again, holding him tight against you as you grind your hips against his face. robby lets out a deep, guttural groan and his eyes roll back from the pleasure of you using his mouth to get yourself off.
that familiar heat builds up in your stomach fast, your thighs clench against robby’s face signalling to him that you’re close so he takes two fingers and pushes them against your entrance before shoving them in. he doesn’t even need to lube them up, you’re soaked, your own arousal dripping down your legs as you come undone on his face.
“fuck– oh my god, ‘m gonna– shit, robby just like that– please” he curls his fingers against that spot inside of you and suddenly you’re seeing stars behind your closed eyes and your body shakes as your orgasm crashes over you. robby holds you up against the wall with one hand, the other still pumping inside of you working you through your high.
your breathing is ragged as you come down, your knees buckle beneath you as you look down to see robby cleaning you up with his mouth, his beard shiny with your arousal.
“feelin’ better, sweetheart?” robby coos as he straightens back up, cradling the side of your face with his large hand, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen during your orgasm.
you nod, your eyes glassy and a hazy smile lines your lips as you mumble, “mhmm– yes. thank you.”
you lean up on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek, tasting yourself in his beard, he smiles at that. but the smile fades as his lips part when your hand strokes his cock over his pants again and then you’re the one sinking to your knees. you pop open the button of his shorts, your fingers shake slightly as you pull down the zipper and then again when you’re hooking them under the waistband of both his shorts and boxer briefs, pulling them down to free his achingly hard cock.
he’s big, not huge but much bigger than his son you note as you wrap a soft hand around his girth, bringing his flushed tip to your lips and giving it a small lick. robby hisses, stumbling forward he holds himself up with one hand on the wall as the other comes down to grab a fistful of your hair.
“you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, we can go back downstairs–” robby starts, getting cut off by another lick to the underside of his head. you furrow your brows as you look up at him, tapping his cock against your tongue.
“i just don’t want you to feel like you have to just because i ate you out, you know? i know women don’t like to do this”
you raise an eyebrow at him, “is that what your wife tells you?”
robby nods, swallowing thickly as you press a kiss against his tip.
“you poor thing. your wife not taking care of you? don’t worry, i’m here now.” you smirk before finally wrapping your lips around him, sinking onto him halfway, swirling your tongue around the length of him, tracing every ridge with your tongue.
robby shudders, his knuckles turning white against the wall from the effort of keeping himself up as you suck on his cock like you were made for it. his hand in your hair tightens, trying so hard not to force you the rest of the way down.
“shit– feels so fucking good. almost forgot how- fuck- good this felt” he groans, his head lulling forwards, his eyes fixed on yours as you look up at him through your lashes with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. the sight of that alone would be enough to make robby cum, but he holds on.
“want to be inside you so fucking bad. bet that pretty little pussy of yours is so tight. shit– need that so fucking bad” he’s pulling you off of him now, you release his cock from your mouth with a wet pop and a pout.
“but i wanna-” you go to take him again but he yanks your head back.
“don’t have time, need to feel inside of you before someone comes looking for us. please, sweetheart” he’s begging with his eyes which you just can’t say no to.
“only if you promise i get to finish what i started later”
“of course, you can do that again whenever you want” robby huffs out a laugh as he takes your hand and pulls you over to his bed. you climb on and lay down in the middle. he’s on you in seconds, settling between your open legs not wasting any more time.
he pulls your legs up over his hips and lines himself up at your entrance, swiping his cock through your glistening folds a few times before sinking in with a deep groan. he falls forwards, his hands land either side of your head as the warmth of your tight cunt consumes him.
“oh fuck–that’s it. shit. so fucking tight” he presses his forehead against yours as he looks down to where your bodies meet, watching as he thrusts slowly, savouring the feeling.
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling your lower half up to meet his thrusts, needing more than the gentle roll of his hips that he’s giving you.
and as if robby senses your neediness he speeds up, his hips meeting yours with a lewd slap, his balls hitting your ass on every hard thrust. he’s groaning wildly now, almost as if he’s forgotten where he is and what’s he’s doing. like he’s not fucking his son’s girlfriend in the bed that he and his wife share while they’re all outside celebrating his son’s birthday.
you’re moaning too, loud. you try and hold it back but with each thrust robby’s cock punches your cervix and pushes another loud moan out of your throat. it’s obscene, the mix of your pleasured moans and the sound of skin slapping fills the room.
“fuck, yes. fuck, you feel incredible– so fucking pretty, baby.” robby strokes the side of your face, looking deep into your eyes. you turn your face to the side and take his thumb into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and sucking.
his hips stutter at that, “such a dirty girl, sucking on your boyfriend’s dad’s thumb while he ruins your pretty little pussy. you like that? like daddy splitting your tight little cunt open on his big cock?”
you moan around his thumb, “yes. fuck yes. love daddy’s cock stretching my little pussy. feels so fucking good, daddy. thank you”
and that’s when you hear it. the sound of the bedroom door swinging open. robby hears it to but he doesn’t stop his efforts, he’s too lost in the moment to even think about stopping.
you turn your head releasing robby’s thumb from your mouth. it’s your boyfriend, robby’s son stood in the doorway with his eyes wide and jaw practically on the floor.
you turn away immediately, burying your face in robby’s neck, robby who hasn’t even bothered to look up yet.
“i’m sorry, fuck– i’m sorry” you cry out between moans. now this is obscene, getting fucked by your boyfriend’s dad while he watches in pure horror.
“dad, what the fuck!?” he finally says, still not moving from his spot in the door.
“shit– i’m sorry son, i– oh fuck, i’m…s-sorry” robby’s pace falters. he wants to stop, knows he should, he keeps telling himself to stop but his body just won’t listen and to his deepest shame he slams into you with a couple more sloppy thrusts as his orgasm crashes through him.
your hand flies up to cover your mouth as you feel robby spill inside of you, filling you up with his thick release as his son watches on. you want to cry, shame and embarrassment washing over you in between the waves of pleasure from robby’s movements between your legs.
“you’re fucking sick, dad!” and with that he turns and leaves, no doubt running to mommy to tell her what he just saw.
robby collapses on top of you then, breathing laboured as he comes down from his high. he doesn’t say anything for a minute and neither do you. what even is there to say after that? so you just lay there with robby onto top of you, feeling like the worst person in the world.
“god, i’m so fucked” robby sighs after a minute, rolling off of you he drags his hands down his face.
“yeah..i don’t think there’s any coming back from this” you turn to face him, placing what’s supposed to be a comforting hand on his chest but it just feels stupid after everything. there’s no making this better, no fixing this.
“you think? god, he’s never going to talk to me again”
“no..probably not” you frown, nuzzling your face into his neck. he wraps an arm around you, neither of you care that the door is still open, it’s not like this situation could actually get any worse. the damage has already been done.
it’s safe to say that your relationship was pretty much over after that. you didn’t care to stay around for the fallout, you just packed your bag and got yourself a ride to a nearby hotel where you stayed until your flight home the next day.
a couple of days passed and you hadn’t heard a word from your boyfriend, not that you were surprised by that. you’re sat on your couch watching tv late at night when you hear a knock at your front door. you check the time on your phone, 3 am. you go to answer it thinking maybe your boyfriend had come home and wanted to talk about what happened but to your surprise robby is standing there on your porch, his bike helmet in one hand, a bag in his other.
you don’t say anything yet, just open the door wider to let him in. he steps in and drops his belongings on your floor. you offer your open arms for him and he falls into them almost knocking you over with his weight in the process.
“so…i take it you need a place to stay?” you huff a laugh after a long minute, it comes out sad though. you really did feel bad about blowing up robby’s whole life like that.
he takes in a deep breath before sighing, “yeah, if you’ll have me?”
you smile at that, “of course, i’d love nothing more”
he pulls away after another minute, you close the door behind him and take his hand leading him back to the couch where you resume your earlier position, though this time you have robby curled up by your side. you place your hand in his hair, stroking softly as you watch tv together like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
like this is how it was always supposed to be.
and you did it at my birthday dinner!!
this is a looooooong one! hope it’s okay! didn’t really plan how they were going to get caught or what was going to happen so i kind of just winged it, hope it was okay!! <333
also don’t ask how he knows where she lives…this is fanfiction ok it doesn’t have to make sense
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Treating me like you’re supposed to do (tears run down my thighs)
Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x Reader
Summary: The three times you failed to get Robby to indulge your little fantasy, and the two times he did (with an Abbot assist)
Warnings: 18+ SMUT - it’s piss! oral sex (m and f receiving) p in v sex, discussion of exploration of kinks, edging (I think), spitting, spanking, choking, Jack Abbot lowkey being their third from the cuck chair and enjoying it, age gap, indulgent use of daddy, did I mention there’s piss in this?
Author’s Note: no but seriously dead dove do not eat. Robby is pissing sexually in this one. Reader doesn’t have a piss kink as such, she just loves Robby a lot - maybe its her first serious relationship - and she wants him to piss in/on her because he’s a repressed old man and she wants him to let goooooo and be vulnerable (and claim her as his in the only way her caveman brain can think of???). She gets a little angsty when he’s resistant because it feels like rejection of her love okay it’s not about the kink it’s about her big feelings… or something.
Word count: 8.2k
If you asked Michael Robinavitch about how his sex life was going, he’d probably turn beet red and scratch the back of his neck like if he scrapes with his dull nails hard enough, he’d find the answer. Because the truth is, the sex is good, insanely good, absurdly fucking good.
Robby had reached an age where he’d made peace with the fact that the nuclear family was never going to be his lot in life; too old now to find a nice lady to settle down with, get married, pop out a couple kids and a dog and grow old together behind a nice little picket fence. Hell, he’d be lucky to get any action before he finally retired and signed himself into a nursing home - he’d seen enough cases come through the ER to know the retirees were having all the fun, at least he had that to look forward to.
And then you came along, and things long thought forgotten had burst into bloom. Embarrassing as it had sounded, Robby had forgotten what it was like to be fond of someone, to feel endeared by their thoughts and personality and actions. You endeared him, affected him so much it scared him at first - okay, you definitely still scared him. But Jack had said that that was a good thing, that he needed to feel fear to remind himself that he was alive, or something.
Robby didn’t think he needed to feel fear in this particular aspect of his life, considering his chosen career, but he took it in stride, more than happy to let you take the lead. He was already overtly aware of the imbalanced power dynamics that could develop within your relationship due to the age gap, but you never seemed bothered by it. He wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse. “Just ‘cause the wrappers wrinkled doesn’t mean the candy isn’t sweet, baby,” you’d say proudly, a satisfied curl of your mouth as you kissed him with a firm grip on his cock until he forgot what he was worried about in the first place. He just didn’t want to be the overbearing old guy who weighed you down, clipped your wings because he couldn’t control you any other way.
Plus, you were blowing his fucking mind.
Robby wasn’t a virgin by any means, he was in his 50’s for Christ’s sake. He’d had his fair share of flings and one night stands over the years, he’d even had relationships here and there. But the sex had never been the mind-blowing, transformative experiences he was having with you. It was all very sweet, the amount of missionary he’d done over the years. The romantic, hand-holding, maintaining eye contact, I love and respect you and would never dare ask you you to do anal kind of missionary. It hadn’t even occurred to him that there was any other kind of sex.
He imagines that that conversation would go probably differently with you (which is why he hasn’t asked).
Upon learning Robby was something of a missionary extraordinaire, you suddenly felt like a pervert. A dirty little freak who was about to turn out the chief attending of a hospital ER with your sexual deviancy.
You let him take the lead the first time you had had sex. He probably would have referred to it as making love. You would be inclined to agree.
It was your fourth or fifth date, and he’d been the perfect gentleman, not even deigning to look at you in any way that could be perceived as inappropriate. You’d begun to worry that maybe he didn’t want to fuck you at all. And that would have been fine, of course, you didn’t need sex, you just wanted confirmation of whether or not that was the case. After coffees and movies and dinner dates and sunset river walks, you finally asked him, during your semi-regular lunchtime phone call, if you could just have dinner and watch a movie at his place.
His brows raised in shock maybe, or disbelief.
“Yeah, yeah, course honey. We can do something at mine, need me to pick you up after work?” You huffed a soft laugh on your end of the line.
“Please don’t, I can drive.” There’s silence at the other end of the line, you frown, suddenly worried that you’d upset him.
“Only if you stay the night.” You smile, not missing the way he had left no room for negotiation in his reply, just firm orders to do as you’re told, to comply for his sake. You made a mental note of it and locked the information away for later.
“Sure, dad.” A quiet grunt from Robby’s end is all the answer you get.
“See you tonight, kid,” Robby chuckles before ending the call.
Kid. That was a new one.
Upon opening his door to greet you, you’d merely raised a curt brow at him. “Kid?”
Robby’s ears had flushed pink, instead of replying, he moved aside to let you in, hoping an answer would find him by the time you crossed the threshold into his home. God, you were in his house.
“It’s a term of endearment,” he tried.
“For the snotty prick who bullies your kid during baseball, maybe,” you huffed.
“That bad?” You shrugged, taking off your shoes and setting your bag down on the floor.
“I could learn to like it, I think.” You said, taking stock of your surroundings as you crossed the space, not sure where you were and weren’t welcome.
Hours had gone by in a blur, he fed you - ordering doordash counts as feeding someone, okay? - and then you had melted into his side on the extremely comfy couch, head on his chest watching some old cowboy movie Robby claimed he loved.
He had tried to insist on you picking the movie, but you refused. His house, his choice.
Robby jostled beneath you. Your body wobbled atop the movement. You looked up at him inquisitively.
“Sorry sweetheart, I gotta go.”
“Now? You only just finished work,” you pouted. Robby laughed softly and messed with a loose strand of hair on your head.
“Sure did, I meant I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh! Yeah, sure, obviously.” You hopped up so Robby could stand, grunting like an old man as he did so. Your eyes twinkled at the sound.
“Don’t.”
“Wasn’t doing anything,” you crossed your arms in protest.
Robby kissed the top of your head and moved in the direction of the bathroom, not noticing he had a follower until he went to close the door behind him.
“Jesus christ, sweetheart, you okay?”
“Yeah, just wanted to be with you,” you smiled.
“While I take a piss?” Robby’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“…Yes.”
“Funny, go back to the couch, I’ll just be a minute.” He closed the door in your face, just missing out on the lethal glare you shot in his direction.
You sat back down, fidgeted with your hands, no longer all that interested in cowboys. Robby joined you a moment later, reaching for you to lay on his chest again. You swatted his hand softly, ignored his gasp and climbed into his lap.
“Hi,” you grinned, now face to face with him.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Robby said in earnest, kissing the corner of your mouth gently. You sighed, Robby heard you sigh, and retreated, but that was kind of hard to do with you planted on top of his body.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just, can we try something?”
“Course, honey, what is it?” Robby rubbed comforting, calloused hands up and down the expanse of your legs, not letting himself drift too high.
“Can we have sex tonight?” You asked, hoping to sound casual but feeling like fireworks were exploding in your chest.
“Yeah?” He asked softly, but his eyes had darkened exponentially.
“Yeah,” you smiled.
He’d carried you to the bed, insisting it had to be done the right way the first time, you’d giggled as you called him an old man and he’d pinched your side. “I think that’s what you like about me, baby.”
Rendered speechless at the accusation, albeit extremely true, Robby had taken advantage of the opportunity and divested you both of your clothes, made you cum on his tongue, then his fingers, and then he fucked you open on his huge dick.
“Holy shit,” he’d said, after he’d taken off the condom and disappeared into the bathroom to get you a washcloth, cleaned you up, and then lay beside you.
You would have grimaced at him tossing the used cum rag onto his nightstand, but you weren’t fully cognitive yet.
“Holy shit,” you exhaled, still out of breath from the four orgasms he’d just drawn from your body, on his first fucking try.
“That was insane,” Robby had responded, mostly to himself.
He pulled you on top of his chest again, and you both fell asleep like that.
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You didn’t try anything untoward for a while. About nine months or something, if you were pressed for specifics.
Robby was, by all counts, a fucking gentleman.
He held doors, footed all of the bills, paid for everything, made you cum at least once (more often multiple times) before he even took his pants off, and he always saved you the best bite.
You didn’t want to jeopardise this relationship by being a freak, so you bided your time, lulling Robby into a sense of security - not a false sense of security, you just wanted him to feel safe enough to explore with you.
So you became the perfect little girlfriend, he’d told you as such on many occasions, just not with that exact phrasing. More often groans of good fucking girl as you throated his cock, or soft, bashful “too good to me”’s when you remembered how he took his coffee, when he’d come home to a clean house and dinner on the table, or impressed whistles and murmured Jesus Christ’s when you appeared at the bedroom doorway in a new lingerie set you’d bought with his credit card that day.
But really, the crux of the issue, was that you wanted— No, needed, Robby to loosen the reigns, to let go.
So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you tried to make a move on him while you were taking a shower together.
He’d gently washed your hair, not the sterile, no-frills technique he’d used the first time you had shared a shower. “Sorry, sweetheart, muscle memory.”
You’d tried not to be offended that he’d associated washing your hair with bathing hospital patients, and closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy his fingers in your hair.
You told him to spin, once your hair was rinsed, and stretched on tiptoes, your weight distributed entirely in your arms as you leaned on his shoulders so that you could shampoo his hair in kind.
“This is nowhere near as romantic for me as it is for you,” Robby had commented, humour evident in his tone.
“How so?” You asked, faux innocence lacing your words.
Robby chuckled. “Make no mistake, baby, I’m having a good time, it’s just that I can hear your laboured breathing, and your hands are shaky from tip-toeing to reach my head, so…”
You pinched an ass cheek, and cackled when he yelped.
“Trouble, what am I goin’ to do with you?” He tutted.
You rinsed his hair out, and then wrapped your arms around his midriff. Robby hummed as you nuzzled your cheek against his strong back, fingers tracing circles on his soft tummy.
“Feel good?” You asked.
“S’good, baby.” You hummed in acknowledgement, and then slid a finger down the thick thatch of hair trailing down from his belly button to his half hard cock. Not all the way there yet, but piqued in interest.
It never ceased to amaze you how ready he was to go at all times, especially for his age. Every time you mentioned it lightheartedly, mostly just impressed, he’d get this determined look on his face, like he felt he had something to prove - he didn’t - but before you could say anything you’d be on you back, folded in half with your legs over his shoulders. Point taken.
He hissed when you wrapped a hand around his shaft, cooing as you move your hand up, smearing his pre around the tip.
“Kinda hard to see what I’m doing from this angle, handsome, you might have to talk me through it.”
Robby had moaned unabashedly, and then talked you through the handjob.
He finished quickly, as he sometimes did in the morning, fuzzy from sleep, brain not fully operating.
You turned him around and he followed, pliant in your arms as you peppered kisses all over his face. He opened his eyes a moment later, and you found that they were no longer glazed over.
“Hi, baby,” you grinned, feeling overly fond of this big man who’s turned to putty in your arms.
He raised a tentative hand and gripped your hip.
“Too good to me,” he’d murmured, pulling you toward him so he can return your kisses.
However, it doesn’t last. He lets go of you, hands returning to his side.
“Need to piss.”
“Oh.” You said.
“Oh.” Robby echoed.
“Can you… turn around?” You chuckled softly, stopping when you realise he wasn’t joking.
“Are you serious?”
“He’s shy,” Robby had pouted jokingly, but the sentiment seemed serious. The proverbial lightbulb sparked.
“I know how we can fix that,” you mused.
“Oh?”
“Oh,” you affirmed.
You reached for Robby’s hand, and squeezed it firmly. He tilted his head.
“You could… for the sake of curing your pee shyness, piss on me.” You looked up at him through your lashes, big eyes wide and wet as you stared intently, trying to take stock of any micro-expressions he let slip.
Robby’s face doesn’t react so much as something seems to shatter behind his eyes, and then repair itself a moment later. Like he had a glitch and rebooted the system, but something hadn’t yet resumed its function.
“No.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I was just kidding,” you offered, your own reboot proving futile.
“Okay,” Robby had answered again, but the question mark was implied. To end the conversation in the only way you knew how, you turned around and faced the wall, effectively putting yourself in timeout, and pathetically pretended not to listen as your boyfriend relieved himself down the drain.
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You sent him off to work with a thoughtfully packed lunch and a smile. He’d brought his lips to yours and you kissed him back, but all of the heat was gone.
Robby tried miserably not to frown as he retreated down the driveway, not understanding where and when this morning had gone so wrong.
“G’morning, brother!” Abbot had greeted him from the nurse’s station as he entered the ER. Robby had grunted in response, and continued his slough to the lockers.
“Jesus, man, your girl not put out this morning?” Abbot chirped, hiding his concern behind a mocked jab.
Robby huffed, dropping his bag into his locker and taking off his jacket.
“Morning, Jack,” he forced, sounded worse than he felt.
“You know what, I think I preferred the silence. This mood of yours sucks.”
“I think I did something wrong, but I don’t know what…” Jack leaned against the doorway, arms crossing like the situation calls for serious Jack, and this is about as serious as he can muster for early morning.
“What’d you do? Is it her birthday?”
“No.”
“Anniversary?” Robby rolled his eyes.
“We’ve only been dating for nine months, maybe ten.”
“Maybe you missed your ten month-iversary. Women keep track of these things,” Jack nodded affirmatively to the bullshit he was spouting, like he believed any of it.
“No, it’s not that. Everything was fine this morning, and then we showered together, and… and then she wasn’t fine. And she didn’t kiss me back when I left the house.” Jack whistled in disbelief.
“You really fucked up, huh.” Robby scratched the back of his neck, feeling more and more fucked by the minute.
“I guess so.”
“What’d you do, piss on her?” Jack joked, the words click in Robby’s brain, and then he frowns.
“What? No! But she joked about wanting me to, and when I refused, that’s when she went weird.” Robby had felt ridiculous as soon as the sentence had left his body, disbelief apparent, not finding that to be a good enough conclusion for your standoffishness. You wouldn’t have iced him out over him not peeing on you in the shower, right? That didn’t make sense.
Jack Abbot had seen a lot in his life, had built a thick skin, was non-reactive in the face of ER emergencies, of blown off limbs and blood and guts, but upon processing this information, his jaw dropped.
“Fuck!” Robby exclaimed, seeming to have recalibrated to whatever wavelength Jack was currently riding.
“I don’t think she was joking, brother. And I think she’s probably feeling pretty dejected that you don’t feel safe enough to piss on her.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you right now, man,” Robby sighed, hoping this would end the conversation. This was you they were talking about, and you might be upset at him, but he still felt defensive of you, protective of your relationship. Even if it’s just Jack. Even if it’s just him speculating as to what Robby’s done to upset you. God, he was so screwed.
“Whatever you say, Robinavitch. But that shit is hot, I’d be pissing on your girl all the time if she wanted it as badly as she seems to.”
Robby wouldn’t ever hit Jack, fellow attending, best friend, light of his life and emergency contact, but he sure wanted to smack the curve of his smug mouth off of his face as he watched Jack clearly think about you, in compromising situations.
Robby didn’t see Jack before he went home that morning, but he checked his phone upon receiving a message around 7:30am.
Have a good shift, brother.
A word of advice, create a situation where the opportunity for her to watch you piss will arise, and see how she reacts when you turn her down. You’ll get your answer.
PS: stop being a fucking pussy and have fun
Robby rolled his eyes and pocketed his phone. And yet, Jack’s advice had stuck with him the next 13 hours.
He can’t find you when he gets home. His bladders fucking full and he’s on the verge of bursting, but he’s holding it for you. Love requires sacrifice and all that.
He sits on the couch and waits for your return. The waiting game starts to take too long, and he’s got piss about to leak out of his tip, so he foregoes his little surprise and beelines for the bathroom.
He finds you there, washing your hands.
“Hi, honey.”
“Hi.”
He manoeuvres around you in the direction of the toilet, hurriedly unbuckles his belt.
“D’you want me to leave?” You ask, hesitant.
Robby doesn’t answer until his dick’s out and aimed in the bowl.
“Don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Robby smiles, and then pulls trig. He groans obnoxiously as the first stream pours from him, relief building in his tummy as his bladder empties.
You watch him, really watch him, and he has the decency to pretend he doesn’t notice the way your chest moves visibly with the effort it’s taking you to breathe, or the way your hands fidgeting at its side.
“Can I—“
“What was that, sweetheart?” Robby goads you, all but begging for you to ask, or not to ask, so he can prove Jack wrong.
“Can I hold it?” You finally ask, feeling like such a fucking loser for having voiced the question out loud.
“Oh, I’m just about done here, maybe next time?”
Your posture deflates. Just a little bit. Not much. But enough. Robby noticed. You exit the bathroom, closing the door behind you.
Robby puts his dick back in his pants and flushes the toilet, willing his guilt to follow alongside his piss down the pipes. He washes his hands thoroughly, mostly to buy him enough time to think up his next move.
His phone dings. Jack.
How’s it going over there? Pissed and made up?
He rolled his eyes.
He types back.
No, actually, I made it worse :-(
You suck at this, brother. I forgive you for ignoring my brilliant wordplay.
I wish there was a way we could swap bodies for a night so you could fix this mess for me
Are you talking about freaky friday? I love you, man, but I would rather beat myself over the head with my prosthetic than live a day in your life.
What’s Freaky Friday?
Go fuck your girlfriend, before daddy Jack has to step in.
Fuck you.
Robby loosed a sigh.
He opened the bathroom door, and then followed the sounds of you working on something in the kitchen.
He leaned in the doorway, clearing his throat.
“Dinners going to be ready in a minute,” you answered, not that he’d asked a question.
“Have I done something?” Robby asked, and you halted, almost dropping a hot tray in the process.
“Course not,” you reply, blowing your hair off of your face.
“Okay.” Robby pushes off the doorway and moves to the cupboard, busies himself by getting out plates and cutlery to help you plate up.
You chastely kiss him on the lips. “Thank you.”
He hums and starts cleaning the kitchen around you.
The rest of the night passes in a blur, words going unsaid and in their place, creating distance that neither of you knew how to bridge, having casted yourselves on two separate islands with no row boat, no way back to each other.
You apologised in the morning, blaming PMS on your mood, and he pretended to believe you, pretended he didn’t have your period tracker app linked to his phone, pretended he didn’t know that you were ovulating.
He told you there was nothing to apologise for, and then went to work. Everything was fine when he came home, the tension dissipated, the situation long forgotten.
Peace had been restored to the Robinavitch household.
Jack had hit Robby in the arm so hard he winced, when he found out how poorly the night before had gone. He’d even found himself wishing that Freaky Friday was real because he could have patched this relationship up himself, if his stupid best friend was going to squander this beautiful girl who he never should have been able to pull in the first place, over a little piss.
The conversation went ignored for months. Your shared routine settled. Your lives transitioned from separate to one, his space became our space, you’d all but moved in, drawers held both his clothes and yours, one side of the closet now solely belonged to you, he never had enough clothes to fill two sides anyway.
Things were going great, by all measures.
You just couldn’t shake this one thing. While you had backed down on the piss thing, you had gotten Robby to open up more, and he was at a point where he felt comfortable enough to be able to ask for things, which was astronomical basically, and you had been reduced to tears the first time he’d done it.
He was a little freaked out by the display of emotion, assuming he’d scared you off and trying to backpedal, but full-bodied, gut-wrenching arousal won out in the end after you’d assured him it was just happy tears.
The first time he’d asked for something was spitting.
He was very into it - the degradation, the very act of collecting all the saliva in your mouth, like you’re about to hack it onto the sidewalk, and then drooling it into your partner’s mouth instead like it was something sacred, something to be cherished. You hadn’t told him, but you definitely enjoyed it even more than he had.
You’d been working your way up to asking him to try it yourself after working in tongue sucking into your foreplay routine months earlier.
Then spanking.
It had hurt to sit for days after, but you’d missed the searing welts after they’d gone, the mark of his handprints no longer claiming your skin.
He had felt awful afterwards, cried silently at the sight of your rapidly bruising ass, even though you liked it, even though you told him you liked it, cum smearing your inner thighs as evidence of how much you’d enjoyed yourself. But it had not become a regular part of your sex life.
He’d done it a couple times since, and it had been a better experience, when he saw just how soaked it made your cunt get, how whiny and pathetic you’d gotten while bent over his knee and held down by him.
It had kind of clicked for him then.
It was about you, not him.
You’d pulled him out of his head without even realising, and in return he made you fall apart without even touching your pussy.
Then choking.
Calling him daddy had kind of just been the last puzzle piece to slot itself into place, really, his hand had been rubbing your spit slick all around your mouth, having traded his fingers for his cock, fist in your hair as he choked out a fuck ‘m coming fuck as if the taste of his load wasn’t already on your tongue and invading your senses.
He’d lifted you off the ground and placed you in his lap.
“Such a good girl for me, my good girl,” he’d murmured, kissing your forehead diligently in case his words weren’t comfort and praise enough.
You’d looked so beautiful, with mascara streaking your cheeks, eyes pathetically wet as you gazed up at him like he hung the moon just for you.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when you confidently said, “please fuck me, daddy.”
Robby swore as his hips jerked, you smiled this smug thing that made Robby want to push you onto your stomach and breed your cunt full.
“Say that again, baby,” Robby said, testing the waters.
You got up onto your knees in his lap, hands fisting his shirt. God, how did he still have that on?
“Want you to fuck me, daddy, please. Been such a good girl,” you said resolutely.
Robby nodded, like that was that really, you had been a good girl and good girls deserved to get fucked by their daddy, and stood with you in his arms. He turned, and dropped you onto the mattress on your back.
“Take those shorts off before I rip ‘em,” was the only thing he said as he removed his shirt, finally, exposing solid hairy chest and soft tummy.
You pried the flimsy material off and threw them, not seeing where they landed. And then he was on you.
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Jack invites you and Robby out for drinks at some bar in town, on an extremely rare night when they aren’t both working. You got dressed and headed downstairs to show off your outfit, a cute top with a slutty little skirt. Robby had taken one look at you, glasses falling down his nose, and told you to change.
“What? No, my outfit is cute,” you pouted.
“Stop being a brat, we’re going to a bar, not a night club.” He spun a finger and pointed in the direction of the stairs.
You stomped your way up the stairs, moving a little faster when you heard him call from the couch, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
The ride over had been quiet, pleasant. Mostly because the uber driver probably wouldn’t appreciate you putting your hands all over your boyfriend in the backseat as the night opened its doors, beckoning you in to explore countless possibilities under the moon kissed sky.
Jack had bear hugged you when you entered the bar, twirling you around in the air while you squealed.
“This outfit’s trouble, kid, you trying to seduce me?” Jack had said softly into your hair, you giggled and slapped his forearm.
“Why, is it working?” You asked as he placed you back down, waggling your brows at him.
“Always,” he winked at you, and then left your side to greet Robby.
“I didn’t realise you two were so closely acquainted,” Robby had said gruffly as the pair hugged.
Jack cackled. “Heel, boy, I’m just being friendly.”
He sat at the booth directly across from you, making a show of reaching toward you to flick your arm. Robby rolled his eyes and then joined you on one side, wedging you between the wall and his body.
You were pleasantly buzzed, in that way you can only get in some dingy bar where the music’s shitty enough to ignore but the company is good so it doesn’t matter, and Robby’s right at that point of tipsy where his physical affection is free-flowing and you can’t help but beam under the attention.
He kisses beneath your ear, mumbling something about getting a drink, and then slides out of the booth, leaving you with Jack.
“You lookin’ after our old man?” Jack asked, tone unreadable. He notices your expression drop, just a smidgeon, just a tiny crack in your armour, but he notices nonetheless. You suddenly understand what Robby means about Jack being a bloodhound for emotional turmoil.
“Yeah, course,” you reply flippantly, voice just an octave too high to be buyable. Jack’s eyes squint marginally, reading you like a book. He’s probably got you all figured out and there’s nothing you can do about it.
“I’m trying to. He’s… an unwilling patient.” Jack huffs a soft laugh, he believes that.
“I’ve known the guy longer than you’ve been alive, probably, and I’ve never seen him this light, kid. Trust me, you’ve done more than you’ll ever know. Just keep chipping away at that wall.”
“Thanks, Jackie.” You’re more unmoored by Jack’s little speech than you realised, you clear your throat.
“And also for pretending like you don’t know the ins and outs of our sex life.” Jack threw his head back and cackled.
“Just doing my part,” he saluted you teasingly, and you didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but you didn’t push him on it.
The rest of the conversation is pleasant, he says something that makes you laugh, something about you deserving better than being out on a Friday night with two grumpy old fucks.
Robby’s eyes drifted purposely to you after he hears you laugh. Because it’s not a friendly laugh, or some placating laugh. No. It’s your oh this guy’s so funny I need to fuck him laugh. He knows distinctly what that sounds like, because it’s the laugh you reserve for him when he says something perverted, something nasty, only for you to hear. It had transformed over time, having started when you first began dating, and you had laughed that way, like a caress, like a flirty wink, like you were trying to get into his fucking pants.
He’s not jealous. Per se. No. You’re his girl, and Jack is his best friend. Does he feel a pang of possessiveness? Sure. Is he now feeling a little territorial? Definitely.
It sours his mood, makes him order a shot to down at the bar before he can recoup enough to return to the booth.
“Sounds like you two were having fun over here without me.”
“Robby,” you’d whined, at the same time Jack had repeated the sentiment.
“We were just talking about what a downer you were before she entered your life,” Jack teased, and you cupped a hand over your mouth, stifling an ugly cackle.
Robby laughed, but it was this sad, kind of pained sound, that the tipsy high you and Jack were riding couldn’t entirely survive it.
You looked at Robby, gripped his thigh under the table and tried to read his face. He shook his head softly. You tilted your head at him, and failed to hide your frown when he turned away from you.
You looked pleadingly at Jack, who shrugged. You raised a demanding brow at him, and he softened. Tapped his knuckles against the beer sticky table top.
“I’m feeling pretty beat, you guys, going to head off.” Jack nodded, then slid out of the booth.
You nudged Robby out as well so you could say goodbye.
You wrapped your arms around Jack, feeling a little sad that you didn’t know when you’d see him again.
“You’re welcome in advance, by the way,” Jack whispered in your ear, crushing you tighter against his chest.
“Huh?” You whispered back, but Jack merely unwrapped himself from the embrace, holding you at arms length, and then winking.
Oh fuck.
From behind, you felt a firm, claiming hand clasp your hip. You’re welcome. You smiled shakily, crossed your arms while Robby spoke privately to Jack, and then he was gone.
“Ready to head home, kid?” Robby asked, returned to your side at last.
“One more drink?” You jutted out your bottom lip, hoping to sway his vote.
“Not tonight, baby, I’ve got plans for us.” You noticed something. It wasn’t prominent enough for anyone else to have noticed, but you were well versed in Michael Robinavitch, and so you couldn’t help but notice the deep set gaze in his eyes. You’d never really seen it before, this side of Robby, but you knew what that kind of hunger looked like, what it felt like, the feral longing in your gut to destroy something, to claw it apart with your fingers so you could figure out what it was all for. You whimpered softly, and it ignited something deep within Robby.
Realising you were both standing in the middle of a bar, panting and eye-fucking each other, Robby linked your fingers with his and led you outside.
He couldn’t keep his fingers to himself in the uber home. Or his mouth. Your driver attempted polite small talk, but immediately gave up when Robby had pulled you into his lap and slotted his lips between yours.
Robby had tipped him handsomely, and smacked your ass on the trek up the driveway to the house.
Items of clothes were removed and thrown carelessly one piece of material at a time, a bra here, a belt there, Robby’s shirt on the stairs, your panties on the doorknob, leaving a breadcrumb trail all the way to your bedroom. XXX marks the spot indeed.
Nothing about this particular encounter could be considered tender, romantic. It was a brutal clash of tongues and teeth, bodies rutting and undulating together while scratching and biting to claim victory and ownership over the other.
You were on your knees, the tip of Robby’s cock bullying the soft palette of your throat, his thick pubic hair tickling your nostrils and invading your senses with the scent of him. Clean skin and sweat and musk and something earthy and sweet that was uniquely him. It made you salivate and slicked his cock even more as he fucked your throat earnestly.
He pulled you off of him, and you inhaled sharply.
“Need— fuck— I need’a piss,” Robby sighed, moving to stand, when you yanked his wrist.
“Daddy…”
“Yeah? What is it, honey?”
“D’you think… never mind…” you looked away, pursing your lips.
“Baby, look at me.” When you ignored him, two thick fingers rested under your chin, and turned your head so you had nowhere to look but at him.
“You want me to piss on you?” His question was sincere, verging on smug, and yet you couldn’t help but bite your lip.
You nod. He raises a curt brow, and then the English language comes back to you. “Yes please, daddy. Want you to piss. Wanna make you feel good.”
He frowns mockingly, although you’re too far gone to realise you’re being played, “I really gotta piss, honey, we can finish as soon as I’m back. Be a good girl and wait thirty seconds for me, okay?”
“No, daddy, wanna do it now, you don’t have to stop, you can just do it in my mouth and then keep going.” Your eyes were wrecked, teary and glazed over as you stared pleadingly up at him.
Robby nods. Nods again, like he’s answering an unasked question.
“In your mouth?”
“Like your own personal urinal.” You smiled.
“Jesus christ, baby. That’s so fuckin’ dirty, you know that?” You didn’t reply, merely grinned and stuck out your tongue, challenging him to make good on his word.
He slapped his tip on your tongue and you moaned filthily. “Been building up to this, huh, honey? Thought you were so smart, askin’ to watch me piss, askin’ to hold my dick while I piss, to piss on you in the shower, while actin’ like these were isolated incidents, like I’d fuckin’ forget what a dirty little girl I’ve got in my bed. Isn’t that right, baby?”
You shook your head, licked the underside of his shaft. Robby laughed, but it was mean. Robby had been lots of things, but never once mean. Not like now.
He pulled his cock out of your mouth and slapped his shaft against your cheek, and then the other one.
“Love this big dick so much you wanna drain it of everything, don’t you?”
“Ye— yes, daddy. Want all of it. Want you, want everything you’ll give me.”
Robby sighs, resolving to his fate.
“Okay, open up little girl.” You look up at him from your position om your knees, big wet eyes trying to gauge whether or not he’s joking.
He guides his thumb to your bottom lip, tracing the lip until you open your mouth slightly, he hooks two fingers inside, prying your jaw open more.
“Gotta keep it open wide for me honey, dont want you to miss a drop.”
You nod dumbly, jaw a little achey from the pressure at which he’s keeping you open, quickly forgetting all about the ache as he slides his fat cock past your lips again, pushing in inch after inch until you can feel his ruddy tip prod at the back of your throat.
You moan at the intrusion, raising your hand from your side and enclosing it around his much larger one, dragging it from where he’s got it resting on his hip until it’s curled in your hair. He tugs once, you groan, the vibrations from your throat reverberating from his tip all the way to his sac, his hips jerk at the sensation and you gag around his cock, eyes shedding stray tears while he coos and tells you how good you are at taking him, his good girl, the best at throat fucking his biiiiig dick, taking every inch just for him. You nod around his dick, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking at the same time, trying to get him to cum.
He seems to remember what you asked of him, and closes his eyes to concentrate.
“You sure you want this, baby?”
“Mhm.”
“Wow, can’t speak with a dick in your mouth and yet here you are, responding so clearly. A+ for you sweetheart.”
You moan at the mocked praise, dragging your clothed cunt against the rug beneath you, trying to get any sort of friction going.
“Shit, ok, fuck, honey, im gonna—- it’s coming— last chance to back out.”
You pull off his dick for a second, “piss in my mouth, daddy, please, want it so bad.”
“Fucking christ.”
Robby pulls you forward by the scruff of your neck just in time to catch the first dribbles of piss from his cock. You stick your tongue out to catch it, your eyes not budging from his gaze as you watch him watch you swallow his piss.
It borders on religion, if he really allows himself to think about it. You, this young, beautiful thing, on your knees, him towering over you, his cock in your mouth. You’re reverent in your undivided attention, supplicant and devoted as you eagerly swallow every drop of piss he allows to pass your lips, moaning wantonly at this act of desecration - a willing follower to a selfish God.
He grows more confident, as dribbles give way to a full stream.
“Fuck, can’t— can’t stop it now, bunny, swallow my fucking piss like a— like a good little slut, yeaaah you like that, don’t you? You like being my good slut, guzzling my piss like a fucking champ, aren’t you?”
There’s so much of it that it spills from your mouth and begins streaming down your chin in thick rivulets, down your chest and glazing your nipples in the piss, pooling below your glistening cunt. It’s filthy, the way you’re playing with your pussy, lubing your hole with his piss, cupping the fluid that’s caught on the towel you put down earlier and dripping it all over your clit, spreading your sticky pussy lips so it all gets soaked in it.
Robby watches you intently, a choked groan accompanies the end of his stream, and you wipe your mouth sloppily, swallowing the last of his spend.
He opens your mouth, inspecting the damage, you suppose. You stick your tongue out, “all gone.”
He smirks, shoves three fingers in at once. You gag at the intrusion, your cunt clenching in kind. He slaps his fingers on your tongue like he would his cock and then removes them from your mouth, wiping the stray saliva on your cheek. You don’t have it in you to feel degraded.
“D’you enjoy that, kid?” You nod dumbly.
“Did you cum?” You shook your head.
“Well thats just too bad, isnt it?” You whine, butting your head into the meaty part of his thigh.
“Make me cum, daddy, please make me cum.” He pulls you off your knees and pushes you in the direction of the shower. Yes, he just pissed inside of you, but he doesn’t want to fuck you like that. His sweet girl, skin tacky from his piss sticking to your skin. He has to maintain some modicum of integrity, right?
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The second time Robby indulges your… thing, he’s got his cock buried inside you, hips snapping as his tip bullies your cervix. He doesn’t know if you’ve fucking pavlov’d him or something, but he’s starting to notice a pattern where when the two of you fuck, he gets the strongest urge to piss.
“Be right back sweet girl, i just have to pee.”
You frown up at him as he pulls out, and he chuckles softly at the way you can look at him like that with your legs folded over your head like a goddamn trapeze artist.
“Not this again.”
“Yes this again,” your tone is petulant at best. Downright pissed off at worst.
“Sweetheart…” Robby sighs, already aware this is a losing battle and he has zero leverage to placate you.
“Want you to piss in my pussy this time, Robby.” The way you’re grinning at him would be more appropriate if you’d just told him you’d booked an all expenses Caribbean getaway, or you won the lottery and he never had to work again - he definitely would - not that you were asking him to piss in your cunt, like that was an occasion to be celebrated.
“What? No. No! You can get infections from that shit. No way. Pick another kink to grow attached to.”
Some people wore their heart on their sleeves. Robby wore his on his face. You weren’t sure if he knew this about himself, but he was so facially expressive you could read braille off the lines on his forehead if you tried hard enough.
If you were to trace the lines now, you knew you’d get the same answer as you were reading now from the look on his face. Chin quivering slightly, the wrinkles between his brow creased in deep lines, forehead scrunched in a depreciation. He was fucking distraught.
“You’re a doctor, baby, you can just prescribe me an antibiotic, or you can get Jack to if that makes you less uncomfortable. It’ll be fine.” You rubbed his shoulder in what you hoped was a comforting gesture. It probably came off more as condescending.
“Jesus christ, baby, this is insane. Do you hear what you’re asking for?”
“Yes,” you shrugged.
“You— yes? Fuck. Okay. This is the last time, okay?”
“Okay.” Now you’re the one placating him.
“No. Seriously. This is it.” He leans forward so you’re practically forehead to forehead, his eyes staring deeply into yours like he’s communicating the message via prolonged eye contact too. Just in case your ears hadn’t received it.
“Okay, I get it. Get the waterworks going now please,” you huffed.
“I hate you so much.” You roll your eyes at him fondly, so dramatic. He shakes his head but kisses you once for good measure.
He lines himself up, and nudges his cock inside you again. His thrusts are more hesitant this time around, like now that you’ve asked him to piss inside you, he’s reverted to being a virgin again or something. His technique’s sloppy and his hips can’t seem to find their usual rhythm.
He rocks his hips, still hitting all the right angles even if he’s worried about what he’s working himself up to.
“Ok, here it comes, honey,” you exhale deeply as you feel the first remnants of his piss inside your hole, the drizzle before the downpour. He fucks you through it, panting heavily, like this affects him just as much as it affects you.
“I love you so much, dirty fucking girl.” Robby’s gasping and moaning obscenely, the sensation of pissing while fucking you is overwhelming. You’re always so wet and pliant for him, but with his piss actively filling your hole… It’s immense. It feels like he’s fucking one of those tube toys with the holes at both ends while the toy’s being waterboarded. He realises that’s a stupid analogy, and notes to himself to never tell you that.
“hnnng love you daddy,” you cry as he fucks you harder, the piss pouring out of your sloppy cunt onto the floor in puddles.
“Gimme all of it, Robby, please,” you moaned, head thrown back in that way you do right before you cum.
“Fuck, m’almost done. I’m gonna cum sweetheart, think you can cum at the same time?” Robby stares at you so reverently, with so much adoration, you have to close your eyes. You clamp them shut, throw away the key. He shouldn’t look at you like that if he wants you to be a functioning human being anyway.
He taps your face with his palm. Not a slap, just an invitation to rejoin him in the world of the living. With his cock spearing inside your pussy obscenely. You open your eyes, Robby would probably describe you as doe eyed and wobbly. Bambi.
He smiles at you, but it’s this earth shattering thing. It steals all the oxygen from your lungs, burns your throat on the way up.
“Y-yes,” you nod desperately, clammering for Robby’s hand.
“Rub my clit, daddy,” you beg, no longer caring how annoyingly desperate you sound.
He smiles down at you, his good girl, and rubs your clit in tight circles, your hips raise, meeting his thrusts in freakishly wet plaps.
You stick your fingers in Robby’s mouth, catching him off guard, he chokes out a moan, and cums balls deep inside of you, the feeling of his spend at your cervix.
You cum too, it’s a vicious climax, really - your entire body trembling and thrashing while your pussy contracts wildly, pushing waves of Robby’s piss, your cum, and his cum out of you in a clean flush.
Robby collapses beside you, into the puddle.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” you sigh, your brain presently orbiting outer space.
“Love you, baby,” he admits softly, his splayed hand on your tummy flexing.
“Love you too, Robby.” Your hand rests atop his, index finger tracing the veins.
He’ll get up eventuslly, needs to clean you up thoroughly, get you both showered, and then deal with this floor. And then he has to figure out how to get Jack to prescribe you antibiotics without telling him that he pissed inside of you. God. What have you done to him?
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Ellis and Shen are bickering.
The night shift’s inexplicably quiet, for no apparent reason. Jack knows not to curse their luck so he doesn’t acknowledge it, they all do.
He finally realises he’s had about enough of listening to them antagonise each other over… who knows what, really. It could be the continuation of their Dunkin’ vs Starbucks argument from a couple weeks ago, or some other iteration of pointless time wasting they love to partake in.
His phone dings.
He excuses himself from the station and checks his phone.
He has one message from one Michael Robinavitch.
Hey, man. Need you to do me a favour
He raises a brow. Colour him fucking interested.
Oh? How can I be of assistance to you on this fine evening, Dr Robinavitch?
I need you to get a prescription for metronidazole. No questions
You dirty bastard, you fuckin’ did it
Don’t.
Hey hey hey, don’t get grumpy with me, I’m playing by the rules here. I’ll get your lady her prescription
Thank you, brother
So, how did it feel when you pissed inside her? I’m curious
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it’s possible i’ve begun to think about clark never wanting you to do anything during sex, not wanting you to have any work except coming. you try to fuck back onto him while you’re face down, ass up? no, he’s holding you tight and saying “tell me how you want it, baby, don’t need to work for it. just tell me. harder? faster?” you try to get your mouth on his cock? no, he’s guiding you back up to his lips with a hand on your jaw. you try to ride him? no, he’s thrusting up from under you, practically bouncing you on his hips from the force he puts behind his thrusts.
maybe, once, he’s got you in missionary and you lift your hips a little so he hits just the right place inside you that sends your head spinning. he notices that you’re using your tummy muscles to lift yourself, meaning you’re not completely relaxed. he huffs, kisses your mouth once, then sits up on his knees and pulls you close to him by your thighs, holding the weight of your lower body so he can hit that spot inside you with ease and so you can relax into it.
it probably even happens when he’s eating you out, you try to rock against his face so he can enjoy a little more and not be so focused on the rhythm, but he grips your hips to still your movements then immediately matches the pace and intensity you were just going at.
cw: pathetic + desperate Clark, unprotected p in v, creampie
wc: 816
Clark who is so pussy drunk, he’s barely coherent and not making any sense. The only thing he’s capable of doing at this point is to keep rutting his hips against yours as he whines in your ear.
His cock drags along your gummy walls, the slick sound of him fucking into you loud and obscene as it mixes with your moans and his whimpers.
“’s so good,” he murmurs into your ear, sweat beading on his forehead, his hair sticking to the skin there. “I love this pussy.”
His words are slurred. They mix together, he barely leaves pauses between them, and if he weren’t speaking right into your ear, you wouldn’t be able to make out what he’s saying.
You squirm under him, body already sensitive from how long he’s been fucking you. You lost count of your orgasms around number five or six, and you’re certain he’s been in you for hours now.
Your legs are around his waist, hips rolling against his with each thrust. He just groans, biting your shoulder, then moving his mouth to your neck.
“You’re always so good to me,” he whines, leaving open-mouthed kisses over your throat, coating your skin in his saliva. “You always let me in this perfect pussy. You’re such a sweet girl.”
He sounds insane, lost to the feeling of your inner walls enveloping him. He’s lost to the tight, wet heat that sucks him in, that plagues his mind when he’s not with you, that he feels even in his dreams.
Your nails drag down his back, leaving red tracks on his skin. He grunts, thrusting shallowly. He pulls away as little as possible, not wanting to be out of you even for a second. He feels like he’ll lose his mind if he pulls out too far.
He kisses your collarbones, grinding his pelvis against you when he’s all the way in, giving your clit the friction it aches for. You squeeze him tighter and he gasps, whining again.
“Oh, God,” he moans, his huge frame shaking as his thrusts falter a little. “God.”
He can’t keep his rhythm steady anymore, can’t decide if he wants to fuck you fast and hard, or slow and deep. All he knows is that he wants to be in you. He just alternates between quick, shallow thrusts and then slower ones that let him feel all of you, soaked around him.
He relishes the way your gummy walls are stretched to his size, to his girth. No matter how many times he fucks you, it’s always a stretch when he slides his cock into you. And though you’ve gotten better at taking him, you’re always so tight around him.
“Oh, God, I’m gonna come,” he whines, burying his face into your neck. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He’s panting like a dog, heavy puffs of breath, hot as they hit your skin. He slips a hand down, his fingers almost clumsy as he rubs your clit, aching to give you one last orgasm before he loses it himself.
“Please,” he gasps. “Please, baby, need you to come on my cock.”
You mewl his name, body arching into his. “Clark, Clark,” you squeak, thighs pressing against either side of him as your heels push at his lower back, trying to get him deeper.
“Just like that,” he whines, his hips faltering. “Sweet girl, if you wanna come, gotta do it now ‘fore I’m too out of it to help you get there.”
You whimper, heat pooling in your womb as your orgasm grows. He can feel you clenching around him, your pretty body shaking as you get closer.
“Please, please, please, please,” he murmurs into your ear, his cock already twitching, his body on the edge. “Please.”
You come, your cunt tightening deliciously around his cock, his name leaving your lips as your orgasm finds you.
He doesn’t last a second longer. He comes almost at the same time you do, thrusting into you a few more times as his cum spurts into you in thick, hot ropes that pool deep in your pussy. He whimpers into your ear, sounding every bit the needy, desperate mess he is.
“Yes, yes. Baby. Oh, God, thank you,” he gasps, his entire body shaking as he comes down from his high. “Thank you so much. Thank you. Fuck, that was so good. You’re so good to me. Thank you for letting me fuck this perfect pussy.” He kisses your forehead, his ears ringing. “God, I love you so much. I’m never going to get sick of being in you.”
He’s just such a pathetic, desperate mess when it comes to you. And he knows it as much as he loves it.
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