#munch!robby

the man is explicitly jealous of your nonexistent refractory period, but it doesn't make his life a lot easier. especially because he loves being between your legs.

“fu- no, not really.”

it’s hard to hold back the gasp when robby repositions his hand over your pelvis, a preventive measure to stop your squirming. the additional pressure immediately has you clenching around the two fingers inside you.

“then stop moving,” robby slurs just before he wraps his lips around your sensitive clit.

the action makes your thighs quiver around robby's head. your thighs muffle your cries of his name and you're forced to thread your fingers through his hair, and tug harshly until he pulls away with a wet pop.

“w-what?”

“i - needa break,” you whine, wiggling your hips the best you can in his tight grasp.

“why?”

breathless you let out another whine when his nose brushes against your clit, again your walls clench and you're hyperaware of his thick fingers splitting you open.

fuck do you always get this wet?

"what's wrong?"

releasing his hair, you reach for his hand and grip his wrist - not pushing his hand away, but holding him still.

"just get me a second."

robby waits by pressing soft kisses on the flesh of your thighs, and threatens to curl his fingers, but he's immediately rewarded with panicked noise and your walls hugging him.

"sweeth-"

"i have to pee," you confess with your eyes are slammed shut, blocking out all the light and any view of robby possibly laughing at you.

instead of laughter, your ears are met with a loud familiar groan. a groan that immediately has you attempting to close your legs and relieve the heat in your tummy.

"then pee," robby almost begs.

"w-what?"

your teary eyes look down at robby's pleading ones.

"just let go, please."

before you can even think about it or make a run for it, robby's mouth is back on you. he flattens his tongue over your clit and slurps, like he's inviting you to relieve yourself into his mouth.

he can't help but smirk at the way your body desperately tries to hold it in.

as if something clicks in robby's brain, the hand over your bladder presses even harder. the pressure immediately has you cursing his name and pleading for a break, but he shows no mercy.

he licks just below your clit, teasing at your hole and curls his fingers inside you, trying to find a way that will break the seal.

finally, he can see your losing battle.

"im gonna-"

"that's it, let go," robby encourages, pumping his fingers in and out.

your loud whine serves as robby's signal to dive further between your legs.

you hear the strong stream of piss. you hear the way it splashes against robby's awaiting tongue, you feel the way he slurps and groans against you.

part of you wants to be embarrassed, but robby's enthusiasm speaks for itself. he wanted this, he wanted this for a long time.

the relief is immediate and has you sinking into the soft mattress. your nose scrunches in discomfort when your ass is met with wet blankets, but robby doesn't seem to mind it one bit as he licks you clean.

your hips twitch from oversensitivity and your whole body tenses when robby's tongue dips a bit too low.

"robby!"

caught red handed he looks up at your with a glistening mouth, "just cleaning up the mess."

firm hands that held you upright against the wall fall to your waist as you attempt to fix your rolled down jeans. the panties that robby slipped to the side are soaked from your wetness, a disadvantage when facing the mess robby left between your thighs.

“i can’t go out like this.” the way you spit out the words has robby raising his brows at you before shaking his head with a deep chuckle.

“you can’t?” his tone of ‘are you sure about that’ has your jaw dropping.

he knows you’d walk out of this public bathroom with his cum dripping out of you.

it’s hardly quiet when you hold off your response. there’s loud music that seeps through the cracks of the bar bathroom, but you can hear robby’s playfulness. so with a soft smack on his chest, you reiterate, “i wouldn’t.”

oh, but you would. you know it. robby knows it, and you know he knows.

he can already picture your eyes clouding over with lust when his cum leaks onto your panties.

he can picture you squirming in your seat when your panties get all sticky with his cum. maybe he’d ask you for a dance so you don’t stain the leather seat.

“alright then, get on the counter.”

the flicker of disappointment that paints your face is enough to sen a wave of pride through robby. still, his hands find your waist to help you jump onto the counter. before you can get comfortable, robby begins to kneel between your thighs and hooks your right thigh over his shoulder.

without wasting a second, robby hooks your panties to the side and licks from your leaking hole to your clit. he’s mindful of how sensitive you are, especially when you gasp at the way his swirls his tongue around the nub.

the action makes you clench, making you spill onto robby’s tongue. the blend of your pleasure on his tongue has him humming contentedly.

“how’s it taste?”

your question is answered with a deep groan and your fingers scramble to grip the sink counter when robby’s finger press inside you. his pointer and middle fingers sink inside, curl once then twice. with each curl, your hips jolt to meet the fingers that scoop out his cum.

“just like that- please.”

even with the blasting music, you can hear yourself. the wet sounds are filthy, especially when paired with robby’s groans as he licks you up. the moan that you let out when robby’s nose bumps your clit has him securing your thigh over his shoulder before burying himself further between your thighs.

“m close.”

your warning only fuels robby further as he slurps what he left and what you’re willing to give. and he’s curling his fingers inside you until you’re splashing on his tongue.

“that’s it. cum for me.”

your hands tremble when they reach out to stop his fingers, but finally he gets the message when you whine out his name one final time.

“fuckin’ dripping for me.”

your soft ‘uh huh’ makes robby chuckle as he stands to his full height. your entire body tingles from the aftermath of your third orgasm of the night and it shows. robby sees it in the way a lazy smile reaches your lips and your eyes slowly blink to look at his.

“soaked through your panties,” robby thinks aloud as he repositions the wet fabric over your pussy.

his comment makes you smile as you jump off the counter and pull up your jeans. the wash is dark enough to hide any stains if it does soak through so you shrug.

“think you should clean me up when you get home.”