24 She/Her. Sexuality unlabeled. I love daddy dom dilfs. Iâve become a Pitt blog overnight Love Hucklerobby so much If a disaster and daddy issues had a baby
Hucklerabbot but it's Dennis watching as the loves of his life argue and fight over their own brands of stupid ideas. Jack is pissed at Robby because he's going around on his dumbass motorcycle and Robby is annoyed at Jack because he won't stop going out with SWAT. And they both have decided to use the fact that Dennis is the other persons one weakness and keep bring him into the argument even when he tries not to be involved. And Dennis, sweet, well-tempered, calm Dennis who was raised by his mother to be the level-headed one in any chaotic situations because it sure as hell wasn't going to be his short-tempered father or equally tempered brothers. It also helped he was everyone's favorite and their baby so they could never really be mad at him or turn their foul moods and even fouler words towards him.
This was something his mother taught him to take advantage of and use whenever he had to, whether it was because Daniel and David got into a fight over a girl they both liked, or his oldest brother Dominic and their father going at because of their different ideas on how to run the farm. "Stay quiet and keep your wits about you.", "Wait until they finished tearin' into each other 'fore you rip'em a new one."
Essentially it was to say that his mother was a very respected person in their household and trained him up to be the only other person who could tear into his brothers and father with the same sternness ands frigidness of a southern woman keeping her composure.
Which is how Dennis ended up here, in their living room, watching the Jack and Robby snark at one another after Jack got home with an injured shoulder after a bullet grazed him.
"You have a death wish!" Michael snarls as he tries to reach over and look over Jack's wound while said man backs away. "It's fuckin' fine." Jack slaps Robby's hands away while pulling the sleeves of his shirt and hisses when the sweat and blood soaked shirt sticks to the wound and pulls.
Michael scoffs, spinning around and going to the bathroom where the first aid kit is put away. "Yeah, because the sound you made was so reassuring." Jack shot him a dirty look before rounding on Dennis and giving him a slightly guilty and playful look when he saw Dennis standing on the other side of the couch, lips pressed thinly.
"I said I'm fine." Jack waves off Robby's second attempt at grabbing him to check him over before the annoyance spready across Jack's face again. "And I don't want to hear anything about death wishes considering your mid-life crisis is currently sitting in the garage, no fucking helmet in sight."
"And there it is." Dennis rolled his eyes subtly as Robby reared back and immediate frustration crossed his face and he started arguing back. "Let them fight it out." He watched as their argument escalated and they started calling each other selfish and suicidal for indulging in their interests. "What about Dennis, huh? How do you think he'd feel if you splattered yourself on the highway all because you didn't wanna wear a fucking helmet." This time it was Jack who threw his name out first and effectively brought him into the conversation, both their gazes snapping to him.
He had held back since the start of their relationship out of fear of overstepping because it was all so new and he worried he would be thrown out of the years long partnership the other two had developed. Now though, after they've continuously brought him into the argument and used the other persons love and affection for him as a dangling carrot and their constant reassurances that Dennis mattered in the relationship and that he was equally as valued, Dennis was done holding it in.
Dennis sighed, the other two had turned back to each other and it was clear that Robby was probably going to throw Dennis' reaction towards something to Jack because of his SWAT activities, but before he could even say a single word the calm and false sweet voice of their boy cut in.
"Jack?" The man in question turned to Dennis his mouth open to accept whatever agreement their boy was no doubt going to say to help him in his crusade against Robby's death machine. Only to freeze when he saw a completely false and tight smile was spread across Dennis' face. "Yeah, Angel?"
"Sit your ass down." Jack gulped as he tracked Dennis' quiet and measured steps towards he and Robby, and he dropped to the coach when Dennis reached them and snatched the first aid box out of Robby's hands. "Good boy. Michael?"
Robby jumped his eyes wide and cautious as he took in this complete shift in dynamic, usually he and Jack were in control with Dennis being a very willing submissive force in the room, now he couldn't help but shake a bit when he watched this new side of pretty boy. "Yeah, baby?"
Dennis slipped on some of the gloves, latex snapping loudly in the quiet room. "Sit down next to Jack an' keep yur mouth shut." The slightest slip of Dennis' accent was both the hottest thing Robby has ever heard and the most terrifying which made it very easy to comply as he threw himself beside Jack and watch Dennis take out the supplies he would need for disinfecting and stitching up the wound on Jack's shoulder.
Dennis was quiet for a moment as he unpackaged the tools he was going to use before cleaning the wound do he could examine it better, turning Jack to face Robby so that he had full visualization of said wound. "Y'all are both suicidal idiots." He disinfected the wound and surrounding area non-to-gently which earned him a hiss of pain from Jack and a wince of sympathy from Robby. And he shot both men a stern and cold glare when they opened their mouths to argue. "It's not a question. The two of you snap and snark at each other as if either one of you has the upper hand, which you don't because you're both doin' dumbass things tryn' to get killed."
His movements were precise and quick as he started suturing the skin together and he kept his gaze steadily on the wound he was patching up. "And while I can say that it kills me everytime you," his gaze flickers to Robby, "get on your damned bike with no helmet on. Or when you," he gaze snaps to Jacks face, "shoot up and start getting dressed the moment you hear your phone ring and hope it's SWAT. I won't, even if it does, because if it hasn't been enough to change your mind when you point this out to each other then I doubt me mentioning it will change that fact. Instead I will just say.."
The snapping of a glove makes both men jump as Dennis pulls them off and throws them aside. "Leave me out of your fuckin' argument 'cause it's clear that I don't matter enough to either of you to wanna stick around and live out the rest of your natural lives with me.' His voice goes quiet as he packs up the supplies and avoids their eyes. "I love you both but I fuckin refuse to be used in the argument against each other like a constellation prize if you stop doing dumb shit. Y'all wanna die or do you actually love me enough to wanna live and stay with me?" Dennis moves to the bathroom and put the medical supplies away before heading to his own room without a single glance back at a still frozen Jack and Robby. "Figure your shit out or don't fuckin talk to me again." The door slamming shocked both men out of their stupor.
"Are you hard as fuck right now too?" Robby asks with wide eyes and a gapping mouth, which makes Jack swat him on the back of the head. "Obviously. Not the point though. Pretty boy has a point, we've been doing this shit to each other longer than he's been alive and look at what that turned us into. We can't do that to him."
Robby nods, chastised and resolute. "We have to make it up to him." They nod in agreement. Jack's lips twitch and his expression turns a little dirty. "We're gonna get him mad with less dumb shit and then we're gonna fuck rough and dirty." Robby snorts and rolls his eyes. "Obviously.
The next day Dennis wakes up to an apology breakfast, Robby's bike being sold off, and Jack having called the SWAT captain and telling him he's not taking missions anymore. This, of course, leads to Dennis showing his appreciation to his two perfect men by dominating the absolute fuck out of them for the rest of the day. The End....
dennis is pretty drunk when trinity pulls him aside at the club to ask if he could make himself scarce at their apartment that night so that he could take the girl who'd been steadily funding her drinks for the past two hours home. he says yes. of course he says yes, he's heard more of trinity's sex life than he wanted to over the past year, so at this point he was just happy to have been given the warning.
the uber ride is awkward and silent, but thankfully short. dennis is happy to rest his head against the cold window and close his eyes to avoid feeling dizzy instead of having to keep up with dry small talk. he steps out onto the sidewalk, thanking the driver before closing the door and walking up the footpath to the door of the townhouse.
the key scrapes at the keyhole as he fumbles with shaky hands to insert it aided only by the low glow of a streetlamp nearby. it clicks open and he shuffles in, toeing his shoes off to leave in the entryway. it's warm. dark, cozy, and familiar.
his throat is dry from too much alcohol and not enough water (and maybe a drunk cigarette or two). dennis stumbles his way through the unlit house to the kitchen. the moonlight shines through the window, but he doesn't need the illumination of it to know which cabinet to open or what shelf to reach towards to get a cup. when he fills the cup with ice from the freezer ice dispenser the whirring of the machine grates his ears that are very much still ringing from the too loud club music. he closes his eyes and leans back against the counter as he sips at the cold water. everything hurts. his skin feels disgusting, covered in dried down sweat and spilled drinks, but at least it's peaceful here.
"who the fuckâwhitaker?"
dennis's eyes shoot open quickly, his brain lags a few seconds behind. robby is standing in front of him. dr. robby. standing in dr. robby's kitchen. because dr. robby has definitely been home from his sabbatical for weeks and it makes way more sense for him to be in his kitchen at three a.m. than for dennis to be there. because dennis isn't house sitting any more, so he definitely shouldn't still be using robby's place to hide from lesbian sex noises. it is probably actually really weird that he was there.
"is it weird that i'm here?"
"is... whitaker, are you drunk?"
dennis laughs. this is all very funny. he's suddenly aware that maybe he hasn't sobered up as much as he thought. "little bit... lottle bit..." he corrects himself between giggles.
robby sighs, rubbing at his eyes. he looks tired. probably because he just got woken up to someone in his kitchen at three in the morning. he still looks good. dennis thinks he always looks good, a little blurry right now, though.
"why are you drunk in my kitchen right now, dennis?" robby asks with a raised brow.
"muscle memory i guess. would come here when... trinity is having sex right now, so i don't wanna be homeâ"
robby exhales sharply, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back. "nevermind! forget i askedâ"
dennis scrunches up his face, continuing on like robby didn't say anything, "because if i'm home then i'd have to hear sex noises, and i don't want to hear sex noises... unless you want to make sex noises, dr. robby. i wouldn't mind that."
robby hums awkwardly, trying to get him to shut up. "okay! i mean notâ okay okay. i think you should make sleep noises right now. in the guest room. and then tomorrow you can make hangover noises, yeah?"
dennis thinks that maybe if it wasn't so dark in here, he'd be able to see that robby's face was red. "sleep," he affirms, nodding dutifully. he sets his now drained glass on the counter before padding down the hallway after robby on socked feet.
robby still doesn't ask for his house key back when he gets dennis situated in an uber (that he pays for) the next day.
More pre med Rabbot no homo-ing each other during gay sex
Their dorm is really one big room. The sorry excuse of a kitchen is at the entrance, and off to the side are their beds, divided by a wall that doesn't touch the ceiling.
It makes getting any privacy an impossible task.
Jack does most of his jerking off in the shower; not that he does much of that anymore between getting laid at parties and whatever mutual understanding he's come to with Robby.
He figures Robby is in a similar situation, except he's probably not having as much real sex as Jack is, considering he hardly leaves their dorm for anything other than class.
Until one night, the lights are out, and Jack is lying in bed trying to ignore the impending doom of an exam he didn't study enough for when a little noise rolls over to his side of the room.
Jack knows that sound. He's had the privilege of hearing it only centimeters from his ear, and for the past four months, it's made frequent appearances in his shower-time fantasies.
He hears it again, then a third time, more strangled, desperate.
Jack leaps out of bed and turns the overhead light on. When he turns the short corner of the half-wall, Robby is stuffed under his covers with wide eyes.
"Uh..."
"What're you doing?" Jack asks. As if he doesn't know exactly what Robby was doing, and even if he didn't, that pitiful tent under the bedding would tell him.
"Well, I..."
"Am I no good or something?"
Robby's eyebrows knit together. "What?"
"Looked like you were having a good time when I made you cum your panties before," Jack taunts.
The pretty glow on Robby's cheeks brightens. "They're not panties."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night. You don't want me to get off or something? You want me to lose sleep and fail that fucking test because you're too selfish to help me out?"
Robby's eyes get impossibly wider. He sputters and shifts. "I thought you were already asleep."
Jack hums. Sure, he did. "Do you want help?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Just let me--" He reaches for his discarded panties on the floor, but before he can grab them, Jack yanks the duvet back.
The sharp gasp Robby lets out is almost like a bark. He tries to cover himself, but Jack has already taken everything in.
One, Robby is not impressive. It isn't laughably small, but he's on the lower end of average. Two, his dick is dry. There's a bottle of lube lying on the mattress by Robby's hip, and from what Jack was hearing, it's been used.
"Jackâ"
He hooks a hand under one of Robby's knees and lifts. Robby yelps and grabs at the mattress. He tries to close his legs, but Jack is too strong and enamored with the sight he's met with.
Robby's wet, winking asshole. Jack has the disgusting impulse to eat it like a pussy. He pushes the thought away and drops Robby's leg. "I didn't know you were gay for real."
"I'm notâ It'sâ"
"I don't care," Jack shrugs. He doesn't have anything against homosexuals, no matter what the anger festering in his chest is trying to tell him. Does Robby fuck other guys? Does he bring random losers back to their room while Jack is out and let them hear his pretty whines? He better fucking not. "Just didn't realize."
"This is just a private thing," Robby insists. "I won't do it when you're here, okay? Sorry."
He starts to recover himself, but Jack grabs the hem of the duvet. "I'll still help you."
Robby blinks up at him. "You... what?"
"Girls have asses. It's not a big deal."
"You've... fucked girls in the ass?"
"No." Jack shifts his weight to his other foot. "But they have them."
"But I'm not a girl."
"I'm not gonna suck your fucking dick, am I? I'm going to fuck you."
Robby's jaw drops, and Jack can't help but picture what those pink lips would look like wrapped around his dick. "Okay." He nods slowly. "Yeah, okay."
Jack snatches the lube off the bed and pours some in his hand. Once he's done, he tosses the bottle onto Robby's chest. He wraps his hand around his dick and starts stroking. Robby watches like the giant homo he is. "Well, get on with it."
That shocks Robby back into his body. He re-lubricates his fingers and worms them between his gorgeous, long legs.
Jack drags his hand over himself slowly, enjoying the show. Robby is so tight, twitching and keening around each finger. The knot in Jack's gut unfurls; he must not be getting dicked down too often.
"Okay, Iâ I think I'm ready," Robby gasps. He's got three fingers inside himself, stretching and curling, sending that wonderful blush down his chest.
Jack settles on his knees, admiring the slight gape of Robby's hole. He's so wet and loose; the terrible thought of kissing him there comes back. No. Never. Jack doesn't kiss guys. He's not gay; he just doesn't turn down orgasms.
"Sure you're ready?"
Robby's enchanting brown eyes have sunken into blackness. "Yes," he says, so breathless it's almost a whistle.
A low groan escapes Jack as he sinks inside. Fuck, it's so good. Hot and wet and tight. Tighter than anything he's had before. He digs his nails into the soft flesh of Robby's thighs as his eyes roll back.
"So good," he pants. "So good, baby."
Robby releases his own moan at that. His hands flail in desperation before landing on the wall behind him, grabbing at nothing. "Keep going."
Don't have to tell Jack twice. This part is easy. He's fucked before, and he fucks well. Not only that, but his and Robby's previously clothed escapades have given him insight into how Robby likes it; now is his chance to show what he's learned.
Jack pounds into Robby like it's his job. His grip on Robby's legs gets firmer and firmer to the point that Jack is certain he'll leave behind purple bruises on his pale, lithe thighs.
His posture curls in on itself with each thrust, getting closer to the tempting sounds being punched out of Robby. It'd be so easy to fit his mouth around those lips and swallow each noise whole.
He's only a few inches from Robby's face now; their noses occasionally brushing. Delicate hands trace his shoulder blades. Fuck. Jack was too wound up in the pleasure of Robby around him to notice him moving. It feels good. A nice contrast from his own brutal pace.
The lack of acknowledgement makes Robby bolder, and soon he's dragging sharp lines along the muscles of Jack's back. The thought of seeing them in the mirror, or feeling them when he leans back in a chair, makes Jack's dick twitch.
"I'mâ I'm close," Robby whimpers.
Jack nods. He doubts he has two more minutes left. His orgasm creeps closer. Hot and mounting in his gut. He looks down. Robby's pretty fucked out face is too much to resist.
He slaps a hand on Robby's mouth and kisses his own knuckles, hard and greedy.
One of Robby's pretty sounds sends vibrations through his hand. A soft, needy tongue pushes against his palm, threatening to peek through the gaps in Jack's fingers.
The thought of Robby's tongue accidentally slipping inside his mouth sends Jack over the edge. He releases deep inside Robby, jutting his hips all the way through his own and Robby's too.
Once they're both finished, Jack detaches his hand from Robby's mouth. It's swollen, red, and wet as if they've actually been kissing.
Jack pulls out ungracefully and stumbles away.
"That was good," he rasps. "Thanks, man."
Robby nods. "You're welcome... and thanks, too." He's breathless and gorgeous, laid flat out on the mattress, covered in cum and a deep red pigment coloring his face.
Jack nods back and makes his way back to his bed. He's not tired anymore.
summary: another night of lackluster sex with your boyfriend leads you to Robby's door. who else would you confide in about your lack of pleasure than your closest friend. he's sure he can show you a thing or two.
tags/desc: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, AFAB!reader, implied med student!reader but it doesn't really matter to the plot, young!robby, med student!robby, sleazy!robby, college/med school AU, to close to be 'just friends' trope, smut, cheatingâ do not read if it makes u uncomfortable!!, dubcon (robby convinces her its ok to sleep with him), unprotected piv (no hat not cat yall!), fingering, oral (f!recieving), light hair pulling, petnames/name calling (baby, sweetheart, dirty girl, slut, etc), pussy pronouns (she, her), super vague 90s references (was not born in the 90s so i wouldnt know LMAO), slightly proofread
wordcount: 5.7k (literally wtf)
a/n: 13 google doc pages later and here we are. i feel like the end is kinda rushed but fuck it we ball + peep the new profile theme đ| requests are openâ!! reblogs are a writers best friend
âYeah babyâ Iâm so close!â
The old wood of the twin bed creaked and bumped into concrete walls. Soft thuds echoing off the walls, mixing with the feverish grunts of your boyfriend. Plaid sheets messily sprawled around your body, undone from being pushed aside in an effort to peel your clothes off.Â
Itâs an unsightly scene, at least in your eyes. Your chest pushed into the mattress, his sweaty hands gripping on to the plush skin of your hips, pulling your bottom half up and bending you in half. Weakly pushing and pulling his cock in and out of your somewhat interested hole. The feeling of his sloppy rhythm against your ass. Like a fish flailing on dry land. A pace that only he could enjoy.
Boring. Yawning. Sloppy.
The three words that stuck to your brain throughout the entirety of 15 minutes. You were glad your face was pushed into the pillow and partially covered by your hair. Or else your boyfriend would see the flat expression that you couldnât manage to cover up. Playing off your âpleasureâ with fake high pitched moans. Itâs good enough to fool him, make him feel like heâs really doing something.Â
âOh gosh Iâm gonnaâ!â He chokes on his words as his hips come to a halt. Forcing you deeper into the pillow and mattress as his hips stutter. Dumping another sad, sad load into the condom.
A deep sigh left your lips, as you rolled over on to your back. Your boyfriend pulled out and sat on his heels, panting like a dog. A stark difference in who really got to feel it tonight.Â
This is how the routine went on. You enter his dorm room, while his roommate is gone for the evening. Laze around on the cramped bed, converse about your days, then go straight into the act. You grew toâ you had to grow to get used to it. Did you enjoy it, like it? Like is a very strong word. Of course, you cherished every moment with your boyfriend. But after the ill-fated honeymoon phase passed, a deep pit had started to form in your stomach. One that screamed concerns from its very depths.Â
But you arenât shallow, never will be. You know there is more to a relationship than sex. He got you flowers on every date. Held doors open for you. You liked the way his fingertips felt when they ran over your scalp. You can learn to enjoy mediocre sex. Maybe he just had to be trained a little more.Â
Who were you kidding? Why should you have to train your own boyfriend on how to make you feel good?
âSo uhâ did you finish too baby?â You cringed at the question. Sweet, simple Derrek. Too lost in his own pleasure that he couldnât tell, in the last few weeks, you had not been able to finish with him at all. Forcing you to take the burden of saving his ego by lying to him everytime.Â
âYeah, yeah I did. Thank you, honey.â Forcing a soft smile on to your lips as you give his arm a soft pat.Â
And on with the routine; exchanging a few kisses, pulling clothes back on, and getting ready to slip out the door.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, yeah baby?â He asked, holding the door open. The dim light of the dorm hall contrasted with the bright, warm light of his dorm room.
âYeah. Yeah, maybe. I might have to study extra tomorrow night for my microbiology exam on Friday. But, Iâll call your line.â
âPlease donât tell me youâre studying with Robbyâ You know I donât like that guy.â
You turn your body to start walking away. Really to hide the massive eyeroll. âHow many times have I told you not to worry about Robby?â
You finally slip away from the dorm. Hearing the heavy, wooden door shut behind you as you trail down the hallway, a deep weight lifts off your shoulders. Finally dropping the act that came with every intimate night. The act of pretending that you didnât want to shake him and scream to finally make you finish. To listen to your needs for a change. Throw in a spank in or something. Call you anything but your name.
You float out of the building, walking through dark courtyards with students lingering around walking to the library or back to their own dorm. Not much is on your mind as you aimlessly stroll. Thinking about what to eat in your little stash of snacks. If itâs time to do laundry. If youâd have to let your fingers slip into your panties to feel some kind of release. Mundane. Thatâs all it felt like after evenings with your boyfriend. Not magical, blissful, or euphoric.
Itâs not long until you are on the floor of your dorm room. Passing by closed doors, old flyers start to peel off the walls. As you approach your door, reaching into your bag for your keys, your eyes drift to the final door at the very end of the hall.
Resident Assistant | Michael RobinavitchÂ
Do Not Knock After 9 PM! - robby
Your lips curled up from its original thin line. You knew Robby would make an exception this one time. Itâs only 9:07 anyway. He always knew how to lift your spirits.
Fleeting past 3 doors, standing in front of Robbyâs. Knuckles rapping against cool wood. A muffled groan on the other side, followed by subtle padding of footsteps leading up to the door.
âHow many times do I have to tell you people⌠Read the signââ As the door opens, Robby rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. Stopped in his slight annoyance from your surprise visit. Leaning against the door as he softens.
âWell good evening to you too, Robert. Am I interrupting your 9 PM bedtime? â you ask with a fake pout.
âNever sweetheart.â
The mere presence of you is enough to turn Robbyâs evening indifference into something sweeter. Reciprocating your smile with a slanted smirk of his own. Jerking his head backwards, motioning for you to come in. l told you to stop calling me Robert, slipping from his lips as a mumble.Â
Slipping your shoes off and dropping your bag by the door. Your body finds its new home in Robbyâs bed. Falling back into the mattress, that is somehow more comfortable than yours, humming at the easing feeling on your back. And Robby is quick to flop right next to you. Lean arm folding under his head, giving him room to slide right next to you. Pressing your sides against each other. Your head rests on his arm as a cushion as you lean into his body.
According to other people (anyone that isnât you and Robby), this is not how two friends hang out. Friends donât cuddle, which you werenât cuddling anyways. Itâs for body heat, and dorm beds are tiny; there's only so much space to go around.Â
Ok, maybe the both of you cuddle. Just a little bit. Locking arms, tangling legs, occasionally falling asleep in that position after long nights of studying. Itâs for bonding! Itâs hard to make meaningful friendships in med school. Everyone either is too busy to hang out, or lives too high up on a self-proclaimed pedestal. And thatâs why Robby is your closest friend. Best friends even, that occasionally cuddle, sleep in each other's bed, and give the off handed kiss on the cheek. Completely platonic. Anyone who thought you were more was overthinking it. Especially your boyfriend, who was not too happy when you would catch you sitting too close for his comfort.Â
âFriends donât call each other honey and sweetheart!â Derrek would say.
Yes they totally can.Â
âWhat happened to your night out with your boyfriend? Whatâs his name, Connor? Brian?â Feigning interest in his eyes.
âItâs Derrek, donât be a dick Robby. And it ended a little earlier than I thought. So why not pay a visit to my second favorite guy?â
âYou must have the wrong room because Freddie Prinze Junior isnât in here.â You roll your eyes and bite back an annoyed smile. With the uneventful time you had with your boyfriend, you were not in the mood for more jokes. Rolling your body over to let yourself out.
Robby whines, grabbing at your forearm to pull you back in. Pulling you back to the position you were previously in; cradled into his side as you rest on his tricep.
âHeyyy, Iâm joking. You know I have all the time for you. Whatâs on your mind?â He said while nudging your side with his hip.
With a huff, you sit up and press your back against the cool wall, pulling your knees to your chest. Shaking your head, searing denial into your brain. Robby was not the right person to talk to about your bedroom troubles. As much as you want to.
âItâs nothing. Just didnât feel like going back to my dorm.â But Robby knew you better than that. He egged you on, pushing and prodding you to tell him more. What did you really have to hide from him? He told you everything and as did you. Even though he loved to tease and poke fun at you, he never tried to judge you.
Biting on the inside of your cheek, you look at him cautiously. âIf I tell you this, you cannot tell it to anyone else. Like at all.â
âOh, so I canât tell Freddie Prinze Junior?â
You smack his arm. âIâm being serious Robby!â
âOk, ok fineâ Whatâs the matter?â Robby moves himself up, just like you did. Back against the wall and knees slightly bent. Taking a hand to hook under your bent knee and pulling your legs to drape over his lap.
You groan and lean your head against the wall. Squeezing your eyes shut as embarrassment began to creep up your face. As open as you are with Robby, admitting anything about your sex life with your boyfriend was hard. Maybe itâs because you were trying to be serious with Derrek. And vowed to not give Robby any ammunition in order to make him get along with your boyfriend. But the dull sex was weighing on you. You had no one else to vent to about it.Â
âFor the past few weeks, maybe a month⌠Derrek has not been able toâŚâ your hands roll in motion. âFinish the job. My job, per say.â
Robbyâs eyebrows scrunch, that smart doctor brain of his took a few seconds to catch your drift. His lips turned into that sickening smirk that you knew all too well. He was not going to let you live this down.Â
âYouâve been letting that bonehead have sex with you and not let you finish?â He taunts the idea in the form of a deep laugh. You wanted to give him another swat on the arm for laughing. But, you knew better because you knew he was right to laugh. To develop an inside joke with you for later down the line with this new information. Something that will cause him to give you a knowing look anytime he is in the same vicinity as Derrek. A very, I know something you donât know I know, look. One that came with a shit eating grin.
âItâs not that heâs not letting me finish, I just donât think he really knows that Iâm not finishingâŚâ
Robby dips his head down to level his eyes with yours, eyes that have been avoiding his ever since the conversation started.Â
âAre you telling him that you finished?â You nod sheepishly. He stifles a giggle behind his lips, shaking his head to shake away how much knowing your own boyfriend canât satisfy you is elating him.Â
Robby always knew that Derrek was not going to be good enough for you. You were a med student, top of your class during your undergrad. And he was just some guy. So uninteresting in Robbyâs eyes, he didnât know his major or care to remember his name. Robby can do a way better job, but he never really admits that to himself. Usually too busy with his roster full of other girls pawing their way to the top to even consider why he thought he would be a better choice for you.Â
âSo whatâ his dick too small? Or heâs a minute man?â Robby asks, another nudge with his elbow, egging you on for more. He is one of the nosiest men you know. But thatâs because it was so easy to get the words flowing from you. So trusting of Robby you have no fear in telling him every detail.
âHe lasts as long as he can! He kind of sounds cringey? When we have sex. I donât know, hearing him grunt was not as hot as I thought it would be. He sounds like a pig. But any time we have sex, itâs just that. Not that exciting or freaky⌠Itâs so vanilla.â
And there came the flood gates. Weeks of sexual frustration coming out in the form of broken words. Airing out everything to Robby. From how vanilla sex had been feeling, to how your boyfriend refuses to acknowledge foreplay as an important part of sex.
Just as Robby hypothesized; Derrek is fucking boring. He knew that from the very beginning. Hence, why he knew nothing about him, and didnât care to know anything about him. And with this new information, he wanted to laugh harder than he should. Tease and rub it in your face that he knew all along that this guy was not right for you. To ditch him, find someone more in tune with your needs and intelligence.Â
But Robby is a good friend, he wasnât going to rub it in your face. At least not tonight, maybe tomorrow after a lecture. It hurt just seeing his best friend not get treated the way she deserves. He brings a comforting hand to your knee, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of your jeans.
âI just donât know what to do! I donât want to have to teach him how to have good sex. And it feels like itâs been so long since Iâve had good sex that I donât even know what good sex looks like!â You whine.Â
âWhat exactly are you missing?â
It felt shameful to admit, shallow. Admitting that you felt entitled to something more than a kiss and fuck.
âWell he doesnât⌠he doesnât do any of the things I want to doâŚâ Itâs too late to look sheepish in front of Robby. You were so willing to tell him about your bedroom troubles. He motioned you to keep going, more detail. Robby never liked vague details.
âHeâs never eaten me out⌠or ever really does it the way I like too.â You get quieter with each word, shrinking into yourself. What a humiliation ritual, admitting to yourself and your friend how unsatisfied you have become in your relationship.
âAnd how exactly do you like it?â he pried, really interrogating you this evening.
âLike, toss me around or something! Pull my hair, I don't care!â Begging and pleading to the room. And Robby heard you loud and clear.Â
âPoor girl, you really do have it the worst donât you?â he said with a taunting frown.
âGod, why did I even come to talk to you? What would you knowâŚâÂ
A deep chuckle erupts from his throat again. Relishing how easy it is for Robby to push your buttons. You enjoy it though, enjoy that Robby doesnât try to put up a nice guy act. He can meet you at your level and try to bait you into giving it back to him.Â
âIâll have you know I am a very generous person in bed. Always make sure the girl Iâm with gets a chance to meet the finish line too.â
You narrow your eyes, mind whirling around how hard you found it to believe in his own words. Robby has always had a reputation of trying to sleep with any pretty thing that walked on two legs. You even had the misfortune of walking in on him and his fling of the week once or twice. He was known to sleep around. So, your mind wanted to fill in the blanks by thinking he was selfish in bed. Who can blame him? Robby was handsome and knew how to use his words well. As much as you want to be Michael Robinavitchâs number one hater, you heard the subtle whispers of girls talking about what he could actually do in bed. You refused to believe it, you know the real Robby.
âReally? Michael Robinavitch, the man that canât seem to commit to one person for more than a month, has enough care in his heart to treat a girl right in bed?â
âYeah, Iâm wounded that you donât believe me.â
âBecause youâre full of shit.â
âNope. If I was your boyfriend, youâd be creaming around my cock every night.â The way he said it so casually. Like it was just another passing thought in his mind. Talking to you like it would have no effect on you. It did have an effect on you, a big one. Widening your eyes in bewilderment, how could he just say that to you? Out of the blue?
You were put into fawn mode. Fingers freezing in an invisible grip, heat rising up your neck and flooding into the plush skin of your cheeks. Warm air catches in your throat, fighting with the urge to say anything back to him. The words are lost on you, he got you right under his thumb. Trapping you in a corner where you simply canât move on from what he said. His forwardness and confidence gave your heart a little skip. As close as the two of you were, the topic of sex was never a hot one. Maybe a jab about being up too late because of sex. But this was new territory for you.Â
âYeah right⌠Ha ha very funny.â At this time of night, you werenât really in a joking mood. Especially jokes at the expense of your own pleasure, which you had been seeking out for so long.Â
âIâm not joking. If youâd let me, Iâd show you a good time.â Robbyâs hand that was once a comfort on your knee, slowly slid down to your thigh. His fingertips felt more of your warmth as they slipped to find comfort between your thighs. He managed to stay a respectful distance from your core, but close enough to make you aware of Robbyâs growing intentions. Hooking his hold around your thigh, giving you a firm squeeze on your thigh. Your body instinctively pressed your thighs together.
âStop Robby that tickles. Your room is so fucking dirty, you really need to clean itâŚâ You were quick to try and change the subject.Â
Robby was leaning in closer, eyes connecting with yours once again. His warm breath fanned against your face. A part of you was screaming inside to pull away, this is turning into a weird direction. You have a somewhat, semi-serious boyfriend. You pride yourself on loyalty. But that little devil on your shoulder was more convincing. Just hear him out. See what he has to offer. Heâs your best friend, why wouldnât he be telling you the truth?Â
âYou know I wouldn't lie to you sweetheart. Cross my heart.â His voice dropped to that boyish tone he would use to sway your opinion. A cute smile and a little sparkle in his eyes. Like a god damn puppy that was begging you to take them home.Â
And before you could think further, his free hand reaches for yours, intertwining fingers. His large hand envelops yours as he pulls it to his lips. Goosebumps spread over your skin as warm lips press against soft skin. Traveling from the top of your hand, to the bottom of your wrist. A tender type of kiss you werenât completely used to, especially from Robby. It powered down your defenses, tense shoulders relaxing. You were deprived of this kind of sweet intimacy, weakened by a need for more than the standard. Your eyes followed his movements, kissing your skin and petting at your thigh. Robby started leaning in closer, maneuvering his body to wedge himself between your thighs. Lips traveling up your arm, skipping to your neck. It sparked the long lost warmth in between your thighs that you havenât properly felt in a long time.Â
âRobby⌠weâ I shouldnâtâŚâ You stifle a mewl as he nips at the skin of your neck. âThis isnât right⌠âm with Derrek.â But your body betrayed your words. Softening underneath him as he slowly kissed up to your burning cheek.Â
âI wonât tell, I know you wonât⌠just wanna show you what feeling good really feels like. Itâs for science. âS that ok baby?â His voice is ringing in your head. Squeezing your eyes shut to try and rationalize it. âItâs not really cheating.â
For science, please. Itâs so wrong, so so so so wrong. You crossed the line of cheating when he kissed your hand. Derrek has been nothing but good to you.But youâre buzzing with excitement. A slick forming in your panties that you were sure if Robby found, he wouldnât let you live it down.
Robby hovered his lips above yours, a sliver of space between you. The slightest movement will close the gap, seal the deal of your betrayal. The logical side of your brain is telling you to stop and shake your head. Run away to your dorm and act like none of this ever happened.Â
âTalk to me sweetheart. Do you want me to make you feel good?â
âYes Robby⌠pleaseâŚâÂ
Who gives a fuck, youâre a girl with needs. And Robby is offering to help you meet those needs.Â
With no time to waste, Robbyâs lips seal onto yours. Licking himself into your mouth, teeth scraping together as his tongue swipes over yours. The lingering taste of coffee and toothpaste trickling onto your tongue. It was delicious, more than you should like. Tasting Robbyâs day on his tongue. Nervous hands reaching up to Robbyâs stomach, feeling his body through the boundary of a loose cotton t-shirt he used for sleeping. You can feel Robby smiling into your kisses, amused how you were so in tune with him already. He pulled away briefly, making you whine softly as he pulled the shirt from over his head.Â
You have seen Robby shirtless countless of other times. This setting should be nothing new, but it was daunting on your mind. His knees perched between your legs, forcing you to stay spread open for him. A growing bulge in Robbyâs sweatpants rutted against the fabric. Physical proof he wanted this just as much. You didnât know you wanted it too, more so you felt your body pulling you in Robbyâs direction. Taking you further and further away from Derrek.Â
Robby brought his lips back to yours, licking at the seam, pushing his tongue past your lips to take its place against your tongue. Your mind growing a fog you donât realize he plucked the button of your jeans, pulling the garment down past your knees and over your ankles. An unforgiving wet spot forming on your cotton panties. The cute white ones with pink lace on the waistband.Â
âItâs like you knew this was going to happen didnât you? Wearing cute panties for me.â He teased, tickling his fingertips on your navel. Threatening to go lower and lower.Â
âItâs not for you Robby.â
âYeah, but I bet I appreciate it more than he does, right?â
Your silence was a good enough answer for him. Looping his fingers under the hem of fabric and pulling it down slowly. Robby watches intently as it glides against your smooth skin. Like nothing, the panties disappear behind him, into the void with your jeans. Robby lets a deep, content sigh escape his lips. Sitting back on his heels as he takes in the sight of your drooling pussy. Priding himself on how easily he made you a dripping mess. His hand caresses the nook of your thigh, traveling up to feel the warmth above your pussy. Robby pressed his thumb against your aching clit. A firm press, before beginning slow circles. Using your slick as a lubricant to easily glide the pad of his thumb around your clit.Â
The muscles of your legs tighten and shake all at the same time. It's as if he was using your clit as a joystick, stirring your body to be at his mercy. With a swift motion, Robbyâs free hand pokes two fingers at the slit of your cunt. You gasp, finally moving your eyes to watch as he slides the long digits between your folds. Silent squelching as his thick fingers rub against velvety walls. Struggling to hold in a moan, pathetic whines fails you.Â
âDoes that feel good baby? When I rub your clit and finger your soaking pussy.â It was vulgar the way he was describing it to you. Forcing you to picture it every way you can. You want to shake your head no, just to prove him wrong and remind yourself your boyfriend will always have your heart. But youâre not a liar. It felt good, amazing even. The most youâve felt in a very long time.Â
âI think sheâs enjoying it very much.â Robby answers for you. Easing the pace on your pussy, curling his fingers up against that particular spot with each thrust of his hand. âPussy is practically crying for me. I think she wants more⌠What about you honey⌠Do you want more?â
Never in the months that you have been dating Derrek, had he ever asked if you wanted more. Watching as Robby toys with your heat, you nod your head slowly. Eyes never moving from his movements to not miss what he does to you for a beat. His smile widens, perking his cheeks up. Robby is eating up seeing you unraveling for him in a way he thought he would never have the pleasure of seeing one day.Â
He dips his head down, a quick swipe of his tongue up against your slit. Collecting your wetness on his tongue. You groaned and rolled your head back. Robby filled the gap between your clit and finger-stuffed slit by sucking his lips against the free space. Overloading your senses, feeling all of Robby against your pussy. Using everything he could possibly have, with the exception of his dick. He tasted the tart fluid in his mouth, humming into your flesh with satisfaction. Not too sweet, but not sour at all. The right taste that spurred him on to eat more of you. Robby gave his thumb a rest, replacing it with this mouth. Sucking on the bud and rolling his tongue against it.Â
It felt like hours he had been ravishing at your sex, dizzying your head and eliciting mindless moans and cries from you. Music to his ears, sounds that he knew your boyfriend never heard genuinely. It will be etched in his brain for the rest of his waking life. Shaking knees coming to a halt when Robby finally pulls away, wiping your arousal away from his chin with the back of his hand. It was over too soon for you. He got you so close to the brink, why was he pulling away now. Bringing yourself to your elbows, huffing as he pauses.
It was rewiring his brain, staring at your soaked cunt. He remembered how it pulsed around his fingers during each movement. He swooped in to save you from Derrek at the right time.
âThat good, huh baby? We can go two ways; I keep sucking on your sweet girl and make you cum on just my tongue, or make you cream around my cock. Just like how I promised.â he proposed, leaning himself back in to loom over you. His hands started at your thighs, pushing up to your stomach, slipping under the top you had left on.
Any reasonable girl that loved their boyfriend would realize how wrong this was and stop it. You should have stopped it a long time ago. You were a broken record in your own head; screaming at yourself to finish this and go back to Derrek. Admit defeat and learn to love the sex you had. Itâs a shame, everyone has their vices, and this was becoming yours.Â
âDonât break your promise to me now, Robby.âÂ
He smiles smugly, tugging his sweatpants away and letting them fall off the bed. No boxers, nothing to give you a moment to adjust the sight of him. Long cock bobbing in the air, rosy tip that had the smallest drip of precum. What a whore, of course he doesnât wear underwear to bed. Robby was consistent in proving your own prophecies wrong. He was much more well endowed than Derrek had been. You pull your top over your head, reaching around to unclip and slip your bra away from your body. In all your naked glory, Robby celebrated in his head. Plush curves and supple skin, how could your boyfriend fail in giving your body the best is deserved?
Robby pumps his cock a few times, inching closer to line himself up with your slit. When his tip finally prodded your folds, it made a sickeningly wet sound. Coating his tip in all of your built up sin. He reveled in the feeling of your pussy on his cock. Rolling his head back as he sunk deeper and deeper. Hips pressing into yours, the most skin contact the two of you have ever made outside of cuddling. The depths that his cock was able to reach pulled out a noise you didnât know you could make. Raw and hungry, mewling as he stretched you out to a new size. You braced yourself by grabbing on to his forearm. Pressing your eyes shut to see the white stars in your vision.Â
Robby started to roll his hips into yours, pulling his cock out half way then burying himself back to the hilt. His well tamed bush tickles your skin. He grabbed under your thighs, splitting you out and open. A deep stretch in your hip joint as he gave himself a better angle to thrust into.
âFuck! Fuck fuck fuck⌠Robby!â you try to keep your cries hushed, not wanting to rudely wake up anyone else on the form floor.Â
The lustful sounds of skin slapping on skin as he deepens his stroke and quickens his pace. It echoed in your ears and pushed away any thought of your boyfriend. Large hand grabbing at your chin, squishing cheeks to get a good grip to guide your face up from the bed.Â
âOpen your eyes baby, you wanted this, why arenât you watching?â A comforting stroke of his thumb as your eyes obediently open.Â
Looking down to watch, the base of his cock disappears inside your pussy as he drags himself out and pushes back in. It was intoxicating, forcing yourself with the realization that this is what you were asking for. Begging the universe to give you one night of good sex. You held yourself up, eyes flicking from his face to your weeping cunt. It mirrored Robby, who was savoring the way you bit on your lip to stifle every little noise that came out of you.Â
âSay it..â He managed to say between his own grunts and moans.
âS-Say whatâŚâ
âThat Iâm better.â
Smug mother fucker. He canât just enjoy the moment and let you feel good. He has to keep rubbing it in that youâre willingly cheating on your boyfriend with your best friend. His thumb presses down on your clit, quick to make smooth circles around the needy bud again. Like pressing a button to get the words to come out of you. The sensations that brewed in your core were more than you were used to handling.
âShit! Robby⌠youâre better!âÂ
He leans in close, the hand that was holding your face grabbing a fistfull of hair and giving it a taut tug. The mild pain on your scalp went straight to your core, walls squeezing down around him. A dark chuckle erupting from his throat.
âBetter at what, dirty girl?â
He was stirring the pot with his words, berating and shaming you. You likedâ loved it. Making you get off on your unfaithfulness. Another tug with his hand, the pressure of his thumb on your clit getting harder.
âYouâre better at fucking me! Youâre so much better Robby.â
âThatâs my girl.â He praised.Â
That long lost knot inside you grew tighter and tighter. Toes curling as he thrusted into you like he was on a mission. As that knot snaps, you finally come around his cock, that deep loss of dissatisfaction is no more. Itâs fireworks in your core, writhing in his hold as he fuck you through your orgasm. He kisses your bare shoulders and necks, whispering praises into your ears as he chases his own high.Â
âSuch a good girl⌠Being a slut for me and letting me show you how good you can feelâŚâ
His grip on your hair and thigh tighten, the edges of his fingernails sure to leave a mark later down the line. Rutting his hips into yours as his thrusts become uneven. Robby catches his release. Spurts of warm liquid flood your insides, painting your walls with his load. You couldnât have cared less that he didnât use a condom. It was worth it to experience the cloud you were floating on called bliss. Derrek is finally an afterthought. The shortlasting euphoria was worth it. Even though, when you lie awake tonight, youâll remember what you have done.
Robby pulled himself away, a trail of your juices mixed together and coating his cock. A dripple of cum starting to leak from your slit. Catching his breath, he slides himself next to you, running his arm under your neck to pull you in close. A soft kiss on your forehead. For how wrong he was for making you cheat, he still made you feel good about it in some ways. Knowing he would be ready to comfort you in any way youâd ask when you eventually dump your boyfriend.
âSo⌠what did we learn today?â he asks.
âItâs way better when you do it.â
a/n pt2: hello taglist i have not used in a long time LMAO
summary: robbyâs sabbatical was meant to be peaceful, some time away for him to relax and clear his head. that is until he picks up a hitchhiker, who seems to want to stick around for longer than he anticipates.
word count: 2.5k
warnings: smut (18+ mdni), sleazy!robby, oral sex (m receiving), age gap, use of the word kid/kiddo, naive!reader, semi-public sex (i mean theyâre in a truck on the side of an empty highway lolol)
a/n: this went longer than i anticipated but iâm lowk not finished so thereâll probably be a second part to this soon
after everyone at ptmc insists that his sabbatical is purely just a midlife crisis, robby decides that maybe the motorcycle trip isnât such a good idea, especially after it took damage from the ambulanceâso he takes his truck instead. driving along long empty highways north of pittsburgh, windows down and rock music blasting out his radio. heâs got one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the door, fingers tapping along to the music. heâs concentrating on the road, which is how he almost misses you standing at the side of the road, bag at your feet and your hand out. robby manages to slow down just in front of you, watching as you grab your bag and walk up to his window.
âhi, uhm, are you able to give me a ride? just to the nearest town?â you speak so sweetly, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. robby smiles and nods, gesturing for you to get in. you thank him numerous times, opening the door and sliding onto the front seat, placing your bag at your feet and clicking the seatbelt in.
âso, whatâs a pretty girl like you doinâ out here? you get lost or somethinâ?â
âi didnât have any change for the bus.. so had to hitchhike my way to the next town, but youâre the only person whoâs stopped.. so thank you..â
âno problem, kid..â
you smiled at him, before settling more into the seat and staring out the window, mouthing along to the words of the song blaring out his radio. robby caught you out his peripheral and swallowed thicklyâheâs trying to be good, to not want to just pull over and pounce on the first pretty girl he sees. but here you are in a white crop top and some short denim daisy dukes, silently singing along to life in the fast lane by eagles. he has to squirm slightly in his seat, trying to adjust himself in his pants as his dick twitches against the material. all he has to do is get you from a to b, just the next town over, which according to the map on his phone, is only a 15 minute drive. he can do that, he can contain himself for 15 minutesâhe just has to focus on the road, the trees surrounding it, the birds screeching outside the car, the warm blue sky above him. anything but you. you, whoâs now taken your shoes off and tucked your legs up on the seat, still staring out the window and tapping your fingers to the music.
robbyâs hands slip down the wheel slightly, his hands suddenly all sweaty and clammy. he grips it tighter, knuckles going white as he blinks rapidly a few times, trying to zero in on the road ahead, making sure he doesnât hit anythingâbut thereâs not a single car for miles and he knows he probably wonât see one until he enters the next town over.
robby then notices you turn your head to face him and he swallows thickly again, trying to rid any perverted thoughts in his brain before he answers whatever question youâre about to ask him.
âdo you think youâd be able to take me to an atm when we reach the next town? i have my card on me but no cash..â
âyeah, sure thing..â robby somehow manages to keep his composure as he glances over at you, smiling as you nod at him, before turning your head back to the window, slowly closing your eyes.
the drive to the next town felt like it went on forever, but thankfully there was a gas station just on the outskirts and robby pulled over to let you get some cash. he refuelled before heading into the store to grab some water and pay for his gas. when he returned, you were in the front seat and he dropped a bottle of water onto your lap through the window. you thanked him and took a sip while he rounded the car to get into the drivers seat. he drove through the town, trying to find a good place to stop and let you off, before he pulled into a motel nearby.
âthis okay? you didnât really specify where you wanted to be dropped off and iâm staying the night so..â
âno no, this is perfect, thank you..â
robby gets out the car, before opening the backseat and grabbing his bag, heading over to reception and silently praying thereâs still rooms available. he hadnât notice you following behind him until he opened the door to reception and saw your hand keep the door open as you walked in. he huffs out a laugh as he turns to face you.
âyou followinâ me or somethinâ?â
âoh yeah, totally..â
robby raised an eyebrow at you before you spoke again.
âiâm just gonna ask someone in here for directions..â
robby nods and steps aside to let you go to the front desk first, watching as the receptionist points out the door and helps you on your way. you smile at her before thanking her and walking past robby, but you stop at the door and turn round.
âi never got your name..â
âmichael..â
âwell, michael, thank you for the ride.. hope the rest of your trip goes well..â
âsame to you, see yâaround kid..â
robby walks up to reception, pays for a room and then heads up to get some rest. he doesnât even realise how exhausted he is until he lays down on the bed, yawns and closes his eyes. his mind wanders, thinking of back home, the hospital, everyone he misses, knowing he didnât really leave on good terms. he knows he was self-destructive, but he wonât ever admit that to anyone, he doesnât want to come across as weak. then he thinks of you, but he shakes the thought away, trying to think of anything else. but he keeps coming back to you, how soft you looked all tucked up on the front seat of his truck.
in his dreams, he pictures you so vividly, can hear you so clearly and heâs quite glad youâre out of his life because heâs not sure he could ever face you againânot after he imagined your sweet little voice, begging to have his cock in your mouth as payment for the ride he gave you into town. not after he pictured you with his cock down your throat, one hand on the wheel and one hand on the back of your head, encouraging words falling from his lips as he drives along the highway, blunt head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. and especially not after he comes in his pants, dreaming of coming down your throat, thanking you over and over again as you splutter around his length.
he stirs awake a few hours later, staring down at the wet patch on his jeans and groaning, tugging them off and throwing them on the floor, before he notices the bigger wet patch on his boxers and pulls his now soft dick out. he grabs a tissue and wipes himself up, throwing the used tissue in the trash can next to the bed. he grumbles as he gets up and walks to the bathroom, turning the shower on and stepping in under the water. resting one hand on the tiled wall, he drops his head and closes his eyes, letting the water drip down his back. itâs cold, stings his back slightly and he hisses, but he tries to push through, hoping that the cold water burns away any thoughts he still has of you.
you were too pretty for him, and way too good for him. heâs rough around the edges, and youâre so sweetâbut maybe thatâs why heâs drawn to you. maybe, he thinks, youâre exactly what he needs to turn his life around. something so sweet, so soft, so gentle, so kind.
he turns the shower off, grabs a towel to dry himself off, then slips into his pajama pants and gets back into bed. he tosses and turns for around an hour before he finally settles down, facing away from the window.
the light shines into his room in the morning, forcing him awake. he stumbles slowly around the room, grabbing the clothes he discarded last night and shoving them in his bag, before he slips the bag over his shoulder and exits the room. he jingles his keys in his hand as he makes his way down to his truck, but stops in his tracks when he spots you standing by his truck. you fidgeted nervously with your hands, your bag slipping off your shoulder as you occasionally pulled it back up. robby swallows, or tries to, his mouth suddenly going dry when you look over at him slowly walking towards you.
âhi.. again..â
âyeah, hi.. is everything okay?â
âi uhm.. got a little drunk last night.. missed the last bus.. can you give me another ride?â
robby huffs out a laugh, stepping beside you to open the back door of his truck, throwing his bag in before turning to you with his hand out. you look up at him, slightly confused before he nods to your bag.
âoh, sorry..â you mumble, handing your bag to him before getting in the front seat once again. he shuts the door before quickly walking to reception and handing his key back. he comes back to his truck and gets in the drivers side, before he sighs and looks over at you.
âyou look like you got somethinâ on your mind..â
ââm fine..â
âyeah?â robby questions you, putting the truck into gear and driving off, pulling out the car park and down the street. occasionally he would look over at you, your eyes looking down at your hands in your lap, still fidgeting nervously. you kicked your shoes off again, tucking your feet under you and getting comfy as you stared out the window. it wasnât until robby had driven out of the town and onto the next highway that you finally looked over at him, the vice-like grip he has on the steering wheel and the laser focus he has on the road aheadâand just for a second, your eyes flick down to his crotch area, gaze lingering longer than you wanted to as you watched his dick twitch slightly in his pants. you quickly glanced back out the window, hoping robby didnât notice. but then you felt the truck slow to a stop, pulling over to the side of the road. you suddenly felt small sitting tucked up in the front seat, watching robby as he unclips his seatbelt and turns his body to face you.
âwh-why did you stop?â
âwhy did you come back? i want you to be honest with me..â
âi told you.. i missed the bus..â
âmmhm.. not because you want something else?â
ân-no..â you squeaked out a response, eyes flicking down to his crotch once again, watching his hand as he made an attempt to stroke himself through his jeans. you looked back up at him, eyes glassy and wet, as your hand subconsciously unclipped your own seatbelt. youâre not even entirely sure what you were doing, but you didnât stop robby when he reached over and grabbed your hand in his, pulling you across the front bench to sit next to him and placing your hand over the bulge in his jeans.
âyou feel that, honey?â
ây-yeah..â
âsâall because of you.. so sweet, makinâ me all hard while iâm drivinâ..â
âm-me?â
âmmhm.. want to touch it?â
you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, voice lost as you nod meekly, pulling your hand back as he unzips his jeans and pulls his dick out. he lets you reach over yourself this time, hand barely fitting around his girth, hissing slightly when you tug at his cock.
âis.. is that good? am i doing good?â
âshit.. yeah, kid.. feels so, fuck.. so fucking good..â
âcan i taste it? please?â robby feels like heâs been hit by an 18-wheeler when you ask him that, your voice all sweet and innocent as you continue to jerk him off. only last night did he have this exact dream, and he told himself he shouldnât do this, shouldnât let you get close to himâbut he canât say no, not when youâre asking so politely. so all he can do is place a hand on the back of your head and nod at you, letting you bend forward, licking at his tip a few times.
âsâthat good?â
âyeah.. why donât you try puttinâ it in your mouth, sweetheart..â
âo-okay..â
robby groaned as he looked down, watching your mouth open, tongue hanging out as you bent forward again, gagging when he was only halfway in your mouth. you immediately pulled off him, wiping up the trail of saliva dribbling down your chin as you look up at him again, eyes wet and wide as you blink back tears.
âwanna try again, kiddo? you were doinâ so well fâme..â
âhurts..â
âsâjust because itâs big, honey..â
ân-no.. my knees hurt..â
âswing your legs down.. thatâs it, that better?â
âmmhm..â
robby smiled, patting your hair as you moved back forward, taking him in your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down. robby tries to keep an eye on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the rear view mirror for any other vehicles passing by. he struggles to keep his focus when you keep bobbing your head further down, getting more than halfway before coughing and spluttering. he coos at you, muttering little phrases of encouragement and telling you youâre doing such a good jobâand youâre still not entirely sure what youâre really doing, but robbyâs telling you itâs good so you try to keep going. itâs only when you finally manage to take all of him down your throatâblunt head hitting the back of your throat, his voice straining as he curses, his hand gripping the back of your neck tightlyâthat you realise what makes him feel good. so you go again, nose hitting his plush stomach, over and over again.
âfuckinâ hell, kid.. fuck, fuck, fuck! gonna make me cum.. shit.. that what you want? want it down your throat?â
you swallow him down again, nodding as you let him hold you in place, squeezing your eyes shut as your nose is squashed against the soft of his belly. you hear him curse a few more times before he exhales, feeling the warm liquid of his cum drip down your throatâthe taste is weird, funny but you swallow it down, blinking back tears as he pulls you off him.
âgood?â
âso good, kiddo..â
he leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, hand gripping your chin. you sit back down on the front bench, leaning into his side, looking down and watching his dick slowly go soft in his lap. you both sat in silence for a few moments, robby tucking himself back into his jeans as you nuzzled your head into his arm. he tilted his head, leaning his cheek on the top of your head, before you decided to say something.
âi uhm.. does this trip of yours have maybe.. room for one more?â
âyou wanna come with me?â
you just nod, pulling slightly back to look up at him, as he turns his head to face you with a smile.
âyeah.. yeah, i think i got room for one more..â
House wife dennis whitaker. Not that he wanted to be, but his boyfriends wanted it so badly. They begged and pleaded with him for months after they first got together. Robby had taken the more indirect approach, not that it was exactly indirect. Always commenting on how much happier the boy would be. "baby you'd have so much less stress."
"you wouldn't even have to do anything just sit down and look pretty."
"Imagine how pretty you'd be stuffed full of me and sir daily"
Jack took for the approach of tiring the boy out. Bending Dennis over any chance he could. Bullying his dick into the boys pussy. Whispering filthy things in his ear. "Such a pretty bitch for us."
"Won't you do it for us? you know how much daddy wants a wife." It took an embarrassingly little amount of time for Dennis to cave in. 5 months exactly, 5 months of constant wearing down.
Not that it matters now Dennis is so much happier being his husband's wife.
Thinking of hucklerabbot but itâs kidnapping and puppy play :p
Poor Dennisâs car broke down and heâs got nowhere to go. Thereâs no signal where he is, and only a single cabin at the top of a hill. Itâs snowing lightly and is only going to get harder as the night comes.
He walks up to the cabin where he finds an old, kind, married couple. They let him in for the night, promises to fix his car in the morning.
Jack lets him have some whiskey to warm him up while Robby runs a bath for him. They dress him up in their clothes, covering him with more blankets than necessary, sweet words of wanting him to be safe.
He had no reason not to eat their food, to question its taste, the way he becomes so sleepy afterwards.
He wakes up tied to a bed in nothing but a thick jumper, but thereâs a small fireplace heating the room.
He thrashes against his restrains, screams and cries out for help. No one answers, no one hears.
Eventually Jack comes in, holding a collar in his hand and a leash in the other. He smiles, sadistic yet sweet as he drawls, âHey puppy, you sleep good?â
All of Dennis protests are silenced by fear, the nausea in his stomach.
Jack explains it simply, Dennis is their puppy, heâll act like one, or heâll die.
He holds up the collar, tapping the little black box on it. He takes a step towards Dennis, causing him to yell out.
âAh, ah, ah.â Robby chastises gently, standing in the doorway. âI thought we agreed on no shock collar, heâs such a gentle puppy, that would be mean.â
âWe donât have to use it, he just has to know itâs there in case. Besides heâll be a good puppy, wonât you?â
Dennis nods slowly, his dignity slowing leaving himself in favour of self preservation.
âSee! Besides I know youâll like spanking better.â The younger manâs eyes open wide at that.
âN-no! Fuck this, fuck you!â He snarled, trying to kick at Jack.
âTsk, shame. Hold him down babe?â
Robby sighs, forcing Dennis into bed by his throat. âAh, your going to be good arenât you?â
Dennis nails dig into his arms as he chokes, nodding just barely. The older man releases his grip, gently petting his hair.
Jack put the collar on, making sure itâs nice and snug. He steps back, ďżźappreciating the look of the collar on his neck. His hands wander to his pockets, a small click followed by a searing pain in Dennisâs neck.
âFUCK! Oh my god! Why did you do that!?â He sobbed. Robby pet him softly, shushing him. âItâs okay, I know it hurts baby, heâs so mean. You didnât do anything wrong, I promise.â
He gently unties his arms, pressing soft kisses to his wrists.
âYou want some pants?â He gives a pointed look at abbot. âWere you really planning on fucking him straight up?â
âNah, he pissed himself, didnât want him to piss again on my pants.â
Dennis flushed red, he didnât remember that.
âOh poor thing, itâs okay, you donât have to worry about anything anymore. Will you be able to hold it normally? We can get you diapers or puppy pads, I know it can be hard for puppies like you.â Robbyâs voice was dripping with condensation.
âNo. Iâm fineâŚâ He said, then, adding on meekly. âNo th-thank you.â
That made Jack laugh and Robby coo. âOh heâs such a polite puppy! Fuck, half the fun in the training.â He moaned.
Robby gently dressed Dennis in a pair of sweats, his hands lingering over Dennisâs thighs, his eyes hungry.
âMuch better, a bit big on you we will have to get you some smaller clothes. You warm enough?â
Dennis nodded slightly, every twitch in his body seemingly hesitant. He looked away before speaking, âWhat⌠what are you going to do to me?â
âAww donât you get it baby? Youâre our puppy now. You going to be a good boy for your owners?â
robby spoiling dennis never ever gets old for me. dennis is very low maintenance, something brought on to the extreme through his long period of homelessness, and never buys anything unnecessary- or anything he wants at all. new jumper? no, his current one is fine, he can fix the hole again. a soft, plush stuffed animal to cuddle? no, he can sleep without it even if he's drawn to its cute smile and fluffy fur. even fresh produce is often given up by him if he can survive on the canned alternative.
robby *hates* this. he's not angry at dennis of course, he's angry at the system that made his boy on and off homeless for almost three years. he hates that his dennis won't even buy a fresh vegetable because hes so worried about his next meal. robby knows he won't be able to change dennis and fix him fast, trauma like dennis's doesn't just go away as soon as he has place to live, but he can still spoil him. if they're "gifts", denny can't refuse.
any piece of clothing robby thinks dennis will like- he's got it. soft jumpers and new jeans and warm coats and fleeces and fun socks and even cashmere scarfs and hats for winter. real leather boots as well as converse, enough scrubs that he'd never have to rely on the hospital machine. dennis protests at first- what a collosol waste of money when his old clothing was fine! (it wasn't, it was worn and tattered and faded) but soon he realises robby can't be stopped. he still doesn't buy anything for himself, but he knows his protests do nothing against his boyfriend.
now the clothes are sorted, robby moves on to fun things. a fancy gaming console and the games that went with it so that his boy could play with his friends (dennis had sobbed and begged robby to send it back due to the cost, but the older was adamant, telling dennis he deserved to have fun- Trinity's delight somewhat helped dennis reckon with the gift), books upon books upon books, and stuffed animals galore.
so many stuffed animals. he'd been denied a single one during his childhood, and so dennis was presented with sharks and bears and puppies and birds and kittens, all fluffy and smiling and so, so cuddly. though he hated the expense, he soon found himself snuggling up close and holding them in his arms while robby held him in his. he slept well like that, both cuddled and cuddling. it warms robby's heart.
seeing dennis in good, well made clothes and fed good nutritious meals and reading new books and cuddling new toys all made robby the happiest man alive. of course, his dennis had a long way to go in terms of finding peace and security after homelessness (and robby was well aware that many of his tendencies would never go away), but being able to give his boy a good life and a comfortable life and a happy life was so important to him.
hes more than content to spend the night holding both dennis and his stuffed shark close if that's what dennis needs (even if he won't admit it). he'll buy his boy everything on earth if he thought it would make his baby happy.
one day dennis is kidding around, he says something like 'youre such a daddy sometimes.' it's a joke, and robby knows it. so even though they both do think it's kinda hot, robby's only outward reaction is to joke back, 'haha, very funny, mommy.'
but that makes them pause and harden up in their pants so quick, they're definitely not playing anymore.
dennis has a blush running down his body and his eyes are wide, he asks 'im mommy?'
one of robby's meaty hands goes in dennis' hair and the other curls around his waist and robby has to bend down to whisper in dennis' ear, 'yeah, and im daddy. now get on your back so we can make a baby.'
