cw/// fem!reader, daddy kink, breeding kink, light gore in the beginning
after waking up from a nightmare, rob finds a way to comfort you.
happy birthday ellie bellie :))) @gothushi
You can feel the way the ground rumbles beneath your feet. The jungle is humid, suffocatingly so, the hot, thick air clinging to you like a second skin. It’s hard to breathe in it, both from the hot air engulfing you and the way your heart pounds in your chest.
The dinosaurs roar is loud and terrifying, the kind of thing you’d only ever heard in movies growing up, except they couldn’t have come close to what you were experiencing now. It was earth shattering, loud enough to burst your eardrums.
Rob’s grip is tight around your arm. “We have to go—come on!” He pulls you away with a jerk hard enough to pull your arm from the socket. You aren’t used to him being so rough with you and a sharp cry is pulled from your lips.
“I know, I’m sorry,” it’s a quick apology, a low rumble in his chest as he pulls you along behind him. There was no time for the sweet Rob you’d become so fond of.
The dinosaur's footsteps were getting louder, approaching the two of you faster than your legs could carry you away. You could feel the dread building in your chest.
You weren’t going to make it.
You weren’t going to make it.
Rob cried out suddenly, your head whipping around just in time to see the dinosaur's jaws tearing into his flesh. It had managed to round the corner in the time you had spent in your head.
Your heart dropped, a wave of nausea more intense than you’d ever felt overcoming you. That was your Rob—yours, the one you’d slowly started to fall for throughout the entirety of the expedition, the one who sat with you by the fire when no one else would and talked to you for hours, the one who stole kisses from you when he thought no one else was looking and climbed into your tent when everyone else had fallen asleep.
Your Rob. And now he was…
You woke with a choked sob, your body jerking awake so violently that your head knocked against the headboard. It was pitch black in the room and you were unable to make anything out through your tear stained vision, but you could feel the slight dip in the bed beside you where Rob was sleeping.
You could barely catch your breath to get a look at him. Anxiety overtook your mind and body, trembling as you forced yourself into a sitting position, sobs unabashed and loud.
Rob was still asleep beside you, his green tank top clinging to his body, but you could barely make out the way he twitched at the sound of your cries.
“Rob,” you hiccuped, shaking him roughly, your hands pawing at whatever bare skin you could find. “Rob—daddy, wake up. Please.”
His eyes cracked open with a soft groan, blinking slowly. It didn’t take long for him to register that something was wrong, bolting up as soon as he realized you were crying.
His arms wrapped around you without a second thought. “Hey—princess, what’s wrong? Why are you crying, baby?”
You sob louder at the sound of his voice. “Daddy—daddy,” you continue to cry, unable to do anything except feel the intense relief washing over you in his presence.
Rob hugs you tighter, pressing kiss after kiss on the side of your head, his rough beard tickling your temples. “Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong. Did you have a nightmare?”
You nod shakily. “Y-Y-Yeah,” you hiccup. Your arms are like a vice around his waist.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks gently, pushing some of the hair out of your face and tilting your head back. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark now and you can make out the light blue of his eyes.
It’s hard to speak through your violent hiccuping, sobs overtaking your voice no matter how hard you try. “Y-Y-You—You—“
“Hey, shh, shh, shh,” Rob murmurs when he realizes how choked up you were. “Hold on—breathe for me first, baby, you’re gonna make yourself sick like this. Come on, in and out—slow breaths.”
He makes a show of breathing steadily, wordless asking you to follow behind him, using the feeling of his chest rising and falling as a guide. It grounds you easily, along with the familiar and comforting smell of him surrounding you, his voice grumbling in your ear.
Your heart rate drops and your gasping sobs have turned into little sniffles. “M’okay now. I can breathe,” you whisper.
“Good girl,” Rob coos. “You think you can tell me what happened now?”
You nod softly. “Yeah—it…the dinosaur,” your words are almost too quiet to hear, “i-it was chasing us, and then it—it g-got you and—“ a sob bubbles up in your throat at the horrible memory, the smell of blood and the sight of agony etched onto Robs face. It was enough to make your heart rate accelerate again.
“Okay, okay—“ Rob interrupts you as soon as he realizes you’re getting worked up again. He rocks you back and forth slowly in his arms. “That’s enough, you don’t have to keep going. It’s not real, baby, I’m right here.”
“But—it is real,” you can’t help but to remind him even though you know you’re being petulant. “The dinosaur…”
He can only sigh. “Yeah, I know, baby. I know. But I’m still here, aren’t I? We both are.”
“It almost got you,” you whisper, remembering just how close Rob had come to death that night. If you hadn’t pushed him out of the way—
“It did,” he doesn’t bother to argue, “I know it did. But you can’t spend your time focusing on that, alright? I’m here now with you.”
Your chest is still heaving. “I-I know. I’m—I’m sorry I-I woke you.”
Rob shushes you immediately. “Don’t be sorry, princess. Don’t ever apologize for waking me. Daddy’s here, okay? I’m right here.” He’s still rocking you back and forth, soothing you with gentle hums and soft kisses. He doesn’t want you for a second to imagine a world without him.
“I have nightmares too,” he says after a moment and you look up at him with teary eyes.
“Y’do?” you ask. He never talks about it and you’ve never seen him so much as twitch in his sleep. You almost thought he’d forgotten about it completely.
He nods, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Yeah, ‘course I do. Jus’ don’t want ta bother you with it, y’know?”
That makes your brows furrow. You hit him lightly on the chest. “No! I don’t know. You should tell me these things…we’re supposed to be in this together.”
“Ow—“ he grabs your wrists playfully, “brat, don’t hit me.” A big huff escapes his lips. “Yeah, I know, and we are, but you got enough on your plate already without having to worry ‘bout me.”
You give him a pointed look, one that probably doesn’t have much of an affect with the tears swimming in your eyes. “You’re not the only one who can take care of someone…”
Rob softens at that. “I know, baby.” He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “Y’r sweet. Thank you.”
You sniffle a bit, still looking up at him through your lashes, your gentle expression making his stomach churn.
“C’mere—let me kiss you,” he murmurs, taking you by the chin and pulling your mouth towards his.
You whine softly against his lips, leaning into the feeling of his rough beard scratching against your chin. His arms are tight against you, pulling you into the hard planes of his chest as his mouth moves against yours.
His lips are never soft, cracked and hard beneath yours, something that should have by all means been uncomfortable, but with him it made your belly twist with heat.
“Mmh—Rob,” his name came out as a nasally whine.
Rob groaned in response, his breath puffing out of his nose and onto your face. His hands found your shoulders and pushed you back against the bed gently.
“Fuck, y’r so pretty,” he murmurs against your mouth before moving to your throat. His tongue is hot against your skin, mouth dark hickeys into the space below your jaw. “Can I fuck you, sweetheart?”
His body is heavy on top of yours, pressing you firmly against the mattress so that you couldn’t move as he attacked your neck with his mouth. Your cheeks burned at the husky edge in his voice.
A soft whine leaves your lips. “Yeah..” Your back arches, pushing your chest out for him and his hands find one of your covered breasts immediately, kissing down your collarbones as he gives one a rough squeeze.
His fingers find your nipple through the fabric of your shirt and twist. “G’na fuck every pretty thought from that little head of yours.”
You whine again and tilt your head to the side, giving him better access to your neck as his fingers continue to squeeze at your hard nipples. “Mmh—shaddup…”
Rob bites your ear, his teeth dragging hard against the soft cartilage with a low noise in the back of your throat. “Don’t tell me to shut up.”
A bratty little noise bubbles up in your throat. “Shut up.”
He pushes your shirt up past your tits, exposing your nipples to the cold air of your bedroom—he always liked it freezing—and drags his teeth against one of the sensitive buds. “That mouth of yours is g’na get you in trouble, little girl.”
God, your pussy aches already.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Stop teasin’.”
That pulls a mean chuckle out of him. He’s still mouthing at your tits, sucking on each one before pulling away with a lewd sounding pop, leaving your nipples wet and swollen. “M’not teasin’, baby. Can’t I have a little fun?”
“Daddy,” you whine out, “hurts…”
Rob licks a long stripe up your tit. “What hurts, sweetheart?”
Your thighs squeeze together, cheeks pink. “Touch me…”
His palm is rough against your breast, squeezing hard enough to leave his handprints behind. “Am I not touching you now? Y’r gonna have to get more specific than that, baby girl.”
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid—
“Stop it—“ you complain, your hand coming up to shove at his shoulder. “You’re mean…”
Rob gives an exaggerated, fake pout, pulling your nipple from his mouth. “M’not mean, you’re just stubborn.” His hand slips between your legs, gently touching your pussy over your short-shorts. Two of his fingers find the swollen bud of your clit and rub, too light for you to feel anything other than a small tingle. “Is this it, baby? This what you wanted?”
You moan softly and nod your head. “Uh huh—right there.”
His fingers press harder. “Your pussy’s all wet already. I can feel it through your shorts.”
Your hips tilt up into the touch, grinding against the gentle movements of his hand. It’s so good, but not good enough. “M’not wet,” you protest, but you both know it’s a flimsy lie. You can feel how wet you are, the way your panties are already sticking to the lips of your cunt, hole drooling a wet spot into the fabric.
His mouth is next to your ear now, voice low and rough and right there, a drawn out purr that sends shivers down your spine. “No? Y’r not wet?” His middle finger rubs up and down the seam of your shorts, pressing it directly against your clit and then to the mouth of your cunt. “So if I slip my fingers underneath these pretty little shorts I won’t feel nothin’?”
Your face is bright red now, barely visible in the dark, but you can feel the way the warmth is burning your cheeks. “N-No…won’t feel nothin’.”
“No? Should we test that theory?” he asks, one large finger slipping under the edge of your panties until he’s touching the lip of your cunt. Your clit aches from how close he is, throbbing and begging for any kind of touch.
His finger teases the mouth of your cunt, gathering an obscene amount of slick that makes him slip against your skin. He laughs. “Fuck, look at that.” His finger moves up to your eye line, slick coating his thick finger in a fat glob that slides down the digit. “That doesn’t look like nothing.”
Your lips pull forward into a pout. “Stop it—“
Rob presses his wet finger against your mouth, silencing you by smearing your slick against your lips. His smile is wide and wolfish, far too amused by his own perversions. “Stop talking, princess.”
Your mouth falls closed on command, but it doesn’t stop you from whimpering quietly. You want to object, open your smart mouth and tell him to shove it, but you know such a thing would only resort in you being thrown over his knee.
He kisses you again, his tongue sliding along your slick covered lips, taking your essence into his mouth. He moans quietly, hand coming up to cup the back of your head and pull you closer.
It’s slow and hot the way he kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth with a wet noise before invading your mouth with his tongue.
His hand slips beneath your shorts again, rubbing at you through your panties before moving underneath the fabric to your soaked cunt. He pushes two fingers in, appreciating the squeal you give in response, and pulls away from your lips to mouth at your neck.
“Listen to that,” he whispers, fucking his fingers into you faster so that the wet noises between your legs increase in volume. “She’s so loud, baby.”
Your hand digs into his shoulder hard, one of your legs coming up to kick in the air when his fingers rub against your most sensitive spot. “Daddy—ah!”
Rob’s hand finds your ankle, wrapping around it with a tight squeeze before he brings it to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to the skin. The angle spreads your pussy further, your clit peeking out from between your lips.
He leans down and spits directly on the swollen bud, watching the way it drips down your labia and into your hole before pressing his thumb against it. “There we go, jus’ like that.” His eyes find yours, trapping you underneath his gaze while his fingers work inside you.
Your thighs tremble through each drag of his fingers, cunt squeezing around them. “Oh, God—Daddy it…fuck…” your voice is shaky. His fingers fuck you in a way that makes you eyes roll back, and he manages to reach so deep with just the two digits.
Your brain feels loose in your skull. It’s only his fingers, and yet you—God.
His fingers speed up, curled into you deep, your cunt so loud that for a second you thought you may be squirting. “God, fucking listen to that—“ he groans out. “Needy little cunt.”
“S’not needy,” you whimper.
Rob’s fingers push deeper. “No? Then why’s she makin’ all that noise?”
Your cunt spasms around his fingers, a guttural cry drawn from your mouth as your head flings back. Your orgasm takes both of you by surprise—it had only been a few minutes—but the mouth of your cunt gushes, soaking his palm and the sheets below.
A gasp is torn from his throat, fingers moving inside you on instinct to guide you through it. “Good girl, good girl. There you go, beautiful…”
You can’t help the way you sniffle. “Daddy, sensitive.” You push his hand away from your cunt.
Rob kisses your neck with a soft chuckle. “Alright, baby, alright.” He licks his fingers clean before his lips find yours, pushing his tongue in past your mouth so you can taste yourself.
You hiccup against his mouth, your hands tangling in his tank top. His body presses you against the mattress as he kisses you like a man starved, and you can feel the swell of his cock pressing against your thigh.
Instinctively, you grind your leg against it, and he groans against your mouth, hips jerking.
“Baby,” he moans. “Shit—“
You relish momentarily in making him lose his composure, loving the way his eyes clenched shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip with a groan. He always looks the prettiest like this, when he’s whining at you like a needy mutt.
“Let me eat your pussy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, still mouthing at your neck as his hips rock against your leg. “Please?”
Rob grins ferally against your throat. “Since when has that ever stopped you, cub?”
A small pout forms on your lips. “Shaddup. Wanna get you off…”
A little huff leaves his nose. “I can wait. Wanna…wanna taste you.”
He gains enough willpower to pull away from your leg, halting his hips in their grinding motion, and pushes himself up onto his palms, hovering over you.
“Gonna take such good care of you, baby,” he murmurs. “Will you let me?”
Your pussy throbs. “‘Course I will,” you whimper.
Rob groans and kisses down the length of your neck and chest, mouthing at your tits before pushing the small sleep shirt over your head and tossing it on the floor. He takes a second to lavish your nipples again, becoming absorbed in the feel of them in his mouth and the way he makes you squirm.
“Rob,” you huff, pushing at his shoulder, “you’re getting distracted.”
He pulls away with a chuckle, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Right. Sorry, baby,” he says and kisses down the length of your tummy before his mouth makes it to the edge of your shorts.
In the next moment, he buries his face between your legs, his nose pressing right against your cunt from over your shorts, inhaling directly where a wet spot has formed against the fabric.
“Rob!” you smack his head with an embarrassed groan. “Don’t do that—that’s gross.”
Rob almost cackles. “S’not gross.” He kisses at your covered clit. “You smell good…”
“You’re such a pervert,” you whine, tugging at his hair, but that only makes him groan deep in his chest.
“‘Nd you’re my nasty little princess,” he smiles before pulling your shorts and panties down your thighs, exposing your slick cunt to his hungry eyes, your lips wet and sticky from where your hole has drooled. “You’re so swollen, my poor girl…”
His finger teases your slit. “All my fault? I made your pussy all puffy like this?” he coos, using his thumb and forefinger to squeeze your lips together in emphasis, and it’s humiliating how much it turns you on.
“Don’t call it puffy,” you complain, but your nipples are throbbing in excitement, hole pulsating in anticipation of where he’ll touch you next.
“Oh, baby, there’s no need ta be embarrassed,” he assures you. His thumb begins to play with your clit again, much more sensitive now that you’ve already had an orgasm. “S’cute.”
His mouth finds your cunt, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before his tongue licks you from top to bottom. Your pussy gives a loud squelch at the added moisture, a noise that makes your face burn and Rob groan.
“Fuck, look at that,” he murmurs, spreading your lips open with two fingers so he can better see your clit. His mouth wraps around it, tongue working you over with little flicks that make your legs tremble.
“Ngh—Rob,” you whine. Your hands find the loose strands of his hair, tangling in them with a firm grip as you push his face closer to your cunt.
Rob groans and pushes two fingers inside you again, curling them against that sensitive spot inside you as his mouth sucks at your clit.
Your toes curl against the mattress, pretty pink nails glistening in the dark, and your tits jiggle with each breath you take.
His beard is rough against your pussy, adding to the stimulation against your clit every time he pulls away to lick at your folds. His hairs are soaked from how much you’re dripping and how deep he’s pressed his face into your cunt, licking at you like a man starved.
His tongue pushes into your hole, a loud slurping noise filling the room as he takes you in. It’s embarrassing how wet it sounds, the show that he’s making out of how soaked you are and how badly he wants you.
“Don’t,” you try to protest, “that’s disgusting.”
Rob’s nose is pushed into your clit now and he inhales deep as he uses the tip of his nose like a toy, stimulating you when his tongue can’t.
He pulls his tongue out of you, mouth sucking around your clit again with a loud smack as he pulls away. “So fucking pretty,” he marvels, pushing your lips together again.
His tongue finds your clit, flicking at the swollen bud rapidly.
“Rob, fuck—” you whimper, the muscles in your thighs jumping. Your hole is clenching and spitting slick, leaking down your skin in a sticky trail.
Rob’s hand finds one of your thighs and pushes it up, spreading your legs further so that he can have more access to the space between your legs. He groans against you, eye flicking up to meet yours.
It felt indescribably erotic, to have him looking at you as if he could see past the layers of your soul as he pleasured you.
“Love you so fucking much,” he whispered when he pulled away for air, tonguing at your clit between each word. He was panting heavily, fingers digging so hard into your thighs you were sure they’d bruise. “Pretty fucking thing.”
You can feel your orgasm building in your belly, a coil that keeps winding with every second his tongue swirls around your clit, and you twitch in a sudden moment of panic.
“Wait—“ you sound breathless, your hand pushing against his head. “Don’t wanna cum yet—“
Rob groans around your clit at the idea of having to pull away, the vibration pushing you closer to the edge. “No,” he whimpers and pushes his face deeper into you.
“Daddy,” you hiccup, “don’t wanna cum…not yet, please.”
His cock fucking throbs in his boxers at your desperate little voice, forcing himself to pull away from you, his beard dripping and cock straining in his boxers. He looks slightly feral, pupils blow with flushed cheeks and sweaty skin, his hair sticking to the back of his neck and face.
He rips his tank top over his head, exposing the toned planes of his stomach and the hair covering his belly. His underwear rests low on his hips, the large bush he keeps peeking out from over the elastic, and the sight makes you salivate, reminiscing on the many times you’d found your face buried there.
He smirks when he notices you staring. He hooks his thumb into the band and pulls it down tantalizingly, tilting his head to the side with a smile. “What is it, baby? See something you want?”
Your cheeks puff out. “Jus’ take your cock out…”
Rob barks a laugh and shoves his underwear down. “Cute..”
His boxers are tossed off the bed and onto the floor, heavy cock drooping even with how hard he was, a thick glob of pre leaking from his tip and onto your tummy. He strokes himself with a low groan. “You want this?” he asks teasingly.
And God he’s so fucking big. Cock so thick your hands don’t wrap around it fully with heavy balls and a tip surrounded by foreskin. His fingers caught the skin every time he moved his hand down, flashing his pink tip to you.
Your cunt quivered. “Yes.”
A low growl bellows in his chest and he moves forward. His cock slaps against your clit, making you moan. It's sandwiched between your lips, becoming wet with your slick, and he’s almost tempted to stay like this, humping between your folds while he uses the tip of his fat cock to stimulate your clit, but he’s too needy, too worked up—so he pushes inside.
The stretch is big and you’ve been together for so long that you should be used to it, but he fills you in such an agonizingly full way that you don’t think it’ll ever become boring.
“A-Ah–Rob,” you hiss through your teeth, the end of his name cracking with a moan. Your thighs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you and pushing him deeper inside.
Rob groans as his cock is sucked inside your cunt. “Shit–God, you’re perfect.” He pulls his cock half way out with a shady breath, biting his lip at the way you’ve soaked his shaft in just a few seconds, before slamming his hips forward.
Your thighs squeeze around his waist as you mewl. His cock grazes against your sweet spot, making your eyes cross, knees drawing up a bit. “Again–right there,” you gasp.
He mouths at your neck. “Right there? Is that the spot, sweet girl?” he chuckles, adjusting his hips so that his cock presses into you there just right.
You squeal, your pussy squeezing around him. “Mmhhn—yeah. Right there—fuck, Daddy, so good…”
“Love your cunt,” he babbles, mostly to himself, lost in the feeling of how tight you are around him, the slick noises that echo between your bodies every time his cock slams into you. “Pretty fucking pussy so tight around me.”
It made you dizzy when he got like this, so lost in his own pleasure that he started babbling about your cunt as if it was real, bestowed onto him by some higher power.
Your clit was throbbing, begging for you to reach down and rub at it frantically with your fingers, but Rob was squished against you, blocking any gap you might’ve been able to slip your hand into.
“Daddy,” you hiccup, “m’tighs hurt..”
Rob snorts. “Then put 'em down, baby. I’ll hold ‘em for you..”
With a whimper, the muscles in your thighs give out, legs falling from around his waist and onto the bed. Your head tipped back as he fucked into you, unable to make any sounds that weren’t broken moans.
Rob catches both of your ankles in his hand and pushes them up so that your knees are next to your face. His eyes bore into you, cock pressing so deep you swear you can feel it in your belly. His hips move slowly for once, not pounding into you the way you’d become so familiar with.
Instead he leans forward and kisses your face. His beard scratches against your skin, breath hot against you, and he can’t stop looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon.
“Y’r so beautiful,” he murmurs and his cock is spearing against your g-spot so easily in this position. “I love you so much.”
God, you feel like you might cry. “Daddy—“ your voice is a quiet whimper. “Mmph…”
He hooks your knees around his elbows and pushes forward, his hands resting on either side of your head to hold himself up. He’s able to move a bit faster like this, the loud slapping noises echoing between your bodies, his balls smacking against your ass.
“Love you so much, princess,” he repeats it like a mantra. His mouth is wet against your cheek from where he keeps kissing you. “My pretty girl.”
Your chest shakes as your hiccup. His cock presses so deep, pelvis slapping against your fat clit every time he pushes forward. You feel high off of the way his body is pushed against you, surrounding you with his body weight and his scent.
“Daddy,” your hands grab his arms, fingers digging into his skin. After the horror that was your nightmare, you can’t get enough of his gentle voice. He speaks to you as if you’re some kind of deity, put in his path for him to worship. “Love you.”
Rob lowers himself, holding his body weight up by his elbows so that he can be closer to your face. His hips are moving in a frantic humping motion, pounding into you now with a pace that makes the bed creak.
You’re bent in half like this, tummy squished in the middle from the angle, and his cock pushes into you so deeply. The hairs decorating his belly rub against your clit and you're acutely aware of the way your cunt is soaking his skin.
“Look at me baby, look at me,” he instructs softly and your eyes find him easily.
You look up at him with a soft moan, trapped underneath his pretty blue eyes and strong brows. He always looks so handsome above you, with his hair falling in his face and his attention focused on nothing but your pretty face.
He smiles. “Don’t take your eyes off me. Tell me how it feels.”
Your brain feels fuzzy. “How wha’ feels?” you ask dumbly, unable to think straight when his balls are slapping against your ass.
Rob laughs at your stupid question. “God, you’re so cute. Tell me how I feel—when I’m pressed into you like this. Where do I reach, baby? Can you feel me in your pretty tummy?”
Your pussy leaks more slick around his shaft. “Mmfph—yeah, feel you in my belly,” you murmur, making a point to press your hand against the middle of your stomach. “Y’feel so big, stretching me—“ Your cunt flutters around him again, a weak sensation around the stretch of his fat cock.
He groans at the sight of your hand pressing into your belly and fucks faster into you instinctively. “I could make you a mommy so easily like this,” the words fell from his lips on impulse; the thought had only been in his head for a few seconds before it came spewing out of his mouth.
You can feel yourself black out for a moment, a wave of arousal so strong going through your body it makes you nauseous. “Daddy—“ you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulder.
Rob whines like a puppy. “G’na put a baby in you, wanna—wanna do it so bad, please please please.” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for by now, his mind so consumed with lust he’s not paying attention to any of the words he’s saying.
His cock feels overwhelmingly thick inside you, twitching with every filthy word he says—he’s so close, and god, you want it so bad.
“Wan’ it—“ you whimper, trying and failing to meet his thrusts with the way you’re bent in half. Your clit pulses with every slide of his stomach against it, a cruel tease that offers just enough stimulation to make you whine, but not to get you off.
His balls are aching now. “Y’want it, pretty girl? Want me to get you pregnant? Want me to fill the pretty little belly until it’s swollen?”
Your tummy does a flip. “Yeah, yeah—wan’ it.” You pant heavily from the exertion, you’re right there, and you know that he is too, you just need…
“Need—“ you try desperately to touch your clit, shoving your hand between you bodies, but his belly is in the way. “Rob—“
He looks down to where your hand is. “Oh, is that what you want?” he coos, lifting himself off you slightly so that you can push your hand between you bodies. “So sorry, princess, there y’go.”
The first touch of your fingers feels like an electric shock. A broke gasp falls from your hips at just how fucking wet you are, soaking your fingers immediately with an absurd amount of slick. Your fingers slip around desperately, pulling back your hood so you can reach the swollen nub beneath.
The touch makes your cunt squeeze around him, tighter than before, and Rob’s eyes go crossed.
“Fuck—“ his cock spurts a little inside you and he stumbles forward, pressing against your hand with his stomach, adding to the pressure on your clit.
“Baby, m’gonna cum,” he whines. His voice was pitched high, making him sound just as frantic and desperate as you, humping against you like a dog in heat.
“Cum—cum for me, cum in me” you plead, feeling your own orgasm building in your belly. Your fingers were pushing against your clit just right.
Rob presses his forehead against yours, looking you directly in the eyes as his cock pushes into you over and over again. It feels like he can see into your skull, his usually grumpy expression softening for you. “Love you so much, princess,” he pants. He’s so close, right there, you can see it in the vein that’s protruding from his forehead, and the way his arms shake with the effort to hold himself up.
“Daddy, daddy, please–” you pant. Your cunt is begging for it. “Please, please…”
Rob cums with a loud groan, his hips jerking through his release. He does his best to keep them pressed against you, trying to keep every spurt of cum inside you.
The vein in his forehead bulges as he cums, his eyebrows furrowing. “Ngh—fuck, fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck—take it.”
Your fingers nudge against your clit just right, sending you careening over the edge with a high pitched squeal, fingers digging into his skin. “H-Hah—Rob, daddy—“ Your cunt gushes, taking you both by surprise. You’d been so distracted by his orgasm you hadn’t even registered the pressure that had been building low in your stomach.
Rob gasps, his arms trembling. “Fuck—baby.”
Your cunt pulses around his cock, stimulating him enough to keep his orgasm going just a bit longer, before he finally collapses on top of you with a huff, still inside you.
“You’re heavy,” you complain, shoving at his shoulder in an attempt to get his sticky body off of yours.
Rob only chuckles and buries his face deeper into your neck. “Not that heavy.”
“You’re making me all sticky,” you pout.
He laughs again, but doesn’t move, pressing a kiss against your neck. It’s quite between you two for a long while, adrenaline lowering as your high begins to fade.
The memories of your nightmare return. You squeeze Rob tight suddenly, alerting him.
“Y’okay, baby?” he asks softly, tilting his head up to look at you.
You give a small smile. “Yeah, sorry—I’m just…remembering.”
“M’not going nowhere,” he tells you. “Promise.”
“I know,” you sigh. “It’s not…about that, not really. I just remember everything so clearly. Memories are supposed to fade with time, but it feels like these ones will never go away no matter how hard I try.”
Rob frowns. “Yeah, I know.” He hadn’t slept once since in the last two years without seeing flashes of it when he closed his eyes. “M’ sorry that I can’t make it go away.”
“It’s not your fault,” you murmur, your fingers brushing through his hair now. It was hard—dealing with something so unbelievable. You couldn’t even talk to a therapist about it, not without getting sent away somewhere for hallucinations. You two only had each other and the surviving members of the team you saw every now and again.
“I know that,” he says quietly. Your touch is making him feel sleepy. Silence lapses between the two of you until you begin to feel sweaty from having him laid on top of you.
“Come shower with me,” you mumble out your request.
“D’we have to?” he groans, still entranced by your fingers.
“You’re not sleeping in my bed all gross—“
“Your bed?” he laughs. “I bought this thing.”
“My sheets are on it,” you argue, looking down at the strawberry patterned fabric, and Rob laughs again.
In a sudden burst of strength, you push him off of you with a grunt, taking him by surprise as he rolls to the other side of the bed. “Come shower with me or you’re sleeping on the couch,” you say, stomping off to the bathroom.
“What am I? A dog?” he grumbles, pushing himself to his feet.
“Yes!” your answer is shouted from the other room, making Rob huff a laugh, his feet smacking against the hardwood as he follows behind you.
“Alright, alright, m’coming.”
