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content: wife!reader visits Pedro on set, Mr. Fantastic suit is obscenely tight, dry humping, messy makeout, teasing
You weren’t planning to be this much of a menace.
Really.
You just came to visit.
Set pass clipped to your bag, coffee in one hand, your other texting Pedro to ask where his trailer is. You’re being sweet. Supportive. Normal.
Until he opens the door.
And you see it.
The suit.
Tight. Blue. Perfectly sculpted to his body. His chest, his thighs, his everything compressed just enough that you can’t help but stare. And oh god — the way it sits around his hips. The way it hugs. The way you can already tell he’s half-hard under it, probably from the heat, the pressure, the anticipation of you.
Pedro grins when he sees you. “There’s my girl.”
You blink. “There’s… a lot. Going on here.”
He laughs, steps back to let you in. “The suit’s a little tight.”
You close the door behind you and turn to face him. “A little?”
He raises an eyebrow. “You okay, baby?”
You hum, setting your coffee down. “I mean… now I’m curious.”
Pedro narrows his eyes. “Curious?”
You step in. Close. Reach for his waist.
“Just want to see how fantastic the suit really is.”
He opens his mouth — to tease you, probably — but you’re already pressing into him, slow and smooth, lips ghosting over his jaw. One of your hands slides down to palm over him — through the suit.
He gasps. “Baby—”
“Oh,” you whisper. “That is impressive.”
You lean up, kiss him. Deep and wet, all tongue and teeth, your hand working over him slow and evil. He groans into your mouth, arms bracing on your hips.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he murmurs.
“Not if you’re quiet.”
And then you push him back onto the tiny couch in the trailer. Climb into his lap. Grind down once — and moan.
You feel everything. The suit leaves nothing to the imagination. He’s huge and already so hard for you, the outline of him pressing right against your heat through your leggings. Every roll of your hips sends another pulse of heat between your legs.
Pedro grips your ass tight. “Fuck, baby—”
You cut him off with another kiss. “You should see how you look right now.”
His head falls back. “God, you’re insane.”
You grind down harder. “You like it.”
He bites his lip. His cock is straining so hard against the suit now it’s obscene. You sit up slightly — look down — and smirk.
“Jesus christ,” you murmur. “It’s right there.”
He pants, barely keeping it together. “You’ve been here five minutes.”
“And you’re already this hard for me?”
He groans. “You’re not even trying to be gentle.”
You lean forward, lips brushing his. “Not always.”
for and inspired by @spookypeachpitt13 and this post <3
warnings: age gap, power imbalance, brother’s best friend, yada yada
It’s so bad, what the two of you are doing. Frowned upon in more than one way, more than two ways—every fucking way.
You’re so young, and he’s your superior, but more than that, he’s this pseudo big brother figure in your life, Jack’s best friend and all that shit.
And, Robby thought he’d be able to control himself, contain himself, but how is he supposed to when he’s got you tailing him all day, nipping at his heels like a puppy wanting attention?
Well, you have it now. You have his hands squeezing your hips and his tongue in your mouth, have his strangled grunts and whispered, filthy words— “so fucking pretty like this,” as he taps his cockhead against your clit, that lewd ‘plap, plap, plap’ making you shiver and buck.
“Don’t get greedy, sweetheart, you know the deal,” Robby reminds you, looking up from under his raised brow to find you biting your lip and nodding.
“I remember, I remember, just,” you try to stifle a moan, teeth digging harder into your lower lip as Robby smears precum all over that puffy bundle of nerves. The wetter he gets you, the better. The messier he gets you, the better. “Just want you to touch me, please.”
Robby chuckles, scoots forward on his knees just a few inches before spreading your folds and pushing his pulsing cock between them.
He groans, “fuck,” as if he’s actually sinking into your hole rather than pantomiming the act.
Even like this, though, you’re so slick and soft, somehow managing to make room for him as you roll your hips. The ridge of his head catches on your clit, and you slap a hand over your mouth, squeeze your eyes shut, and Robby should be worried about you losing it, making too much noise, but he is transfixed now. He sees nothing but your cute pussy and your clit that keeps peeking out from under his dick.
God, he can’t believe he’s doing this. Jack will fucking kill him if he ever finds out.
Robby tried to set boundaries, tried to get you to shadow other doctors, tried to keep you on night shift, tried to ignore your admiring stares and coy smiles, but in the end he caved. You brought out that soft, domestic side of him, and soon Robby was double checking that you’d eaten something, that you were drinking enough water, sleeping more than an hour a night. Soon he was insisting on you following him around, guiding you through procedures with a hand on yours and eventually guiding you around the hospital with that same hand on the small of your back.
You knocked down every single fucking wall, so in a last-ditch effort, Robby constructed one more barrier.
He will not fuck you. Under any circumstances. He’ll do just about everything else, violate you however you want, but he refuses to let himself feel all of you.
That final construct sways with every slippery thrust he gives, his pace growing reckless as he watches in awe. Sticky strings of your arousal coat his length, easing the glide and making Robby clumsy. He reaches down to stroke your swollen folds, gently pinches them to hug his cock a little tighter.
His name falls from your lips in a desperate whimper, and Robby’s eyes roll in his head.
He gets careless, reckless, hisses the first time his tip catches on your entrance and stares down at you with half-lidded eyes.
“Please,” you whine, your legs spread wide, knees on either side of his torso squeezing and pulling him closer.
Robby shakes his head, croaks, “can’t—we can’t,” and both his chest and his cock ache when a tear escapes your waterline. “M’sorry, honey, I just—”
His tip grazes your clit again, makes you buck, and it’s like the stars align in some twisted way because your hips are angled just so that when Robby pushes forward, your hole is right. fucking. there.
“Fuck, fuck,” he pants, then drawls a deep, “god daaammit,” feeling your walls spasm and clench around his cock.
You can’t muffle your reedy moan or the sob that follows, but you don’t push him away, don’t tell him to move, no—you cling to Robby like a life raft, wrap your legs around his waist and writhe beneath him.
“Ohh, I’m fucked, this is so fucked—feel so fucking good, baby girl…”
He moves so deep inside of you, can feel his cockhead bumping your cervix, and when you look up at him with bleary eyes and grin, “thank you,” Robby knows he is a ruined man.
“cmon baby, eyes open, yeah?” robby panted in your ear, hand fumbling around from behind you to pat your cheek - twice and firm.
“p-please michael, wanna… wanna cum, please” you squirmed against his hold, back against his chest as he held you on top of him, one thick arm around your waist to hold you still - legs trapped spread open as he held your ankles down with his own. his thrusts were deep and punishing, fucking upwards into your warm cunt in a reckless, claiming frenzy. he kept your hands pinned behind your back, allowing your fingertips to dig into the soft skin of his stomach.
“oh poor baby,” he cooed with fake sympathy, a blind attempt to squeeze your cheeks together, straining his neck up from the pillows to graze his teeth against your ear, voice dropping an octave. “you know what you gotta do, don’t you?”
you let out a whine, pitiful as you shook your head - “i can’t, i can’t”, body heating up fast as embarrassment sent a flush from head to toe. your stomach tightened, pussy desperately clenching down on robby with a gasp. you were gonna come way too fucking soon, and you did not want to know what punishment he had up his sleeve this time if you broke the rules.
“where are your manners, hm?” robby spoke, tightening the hold on your waist, slowing his thrusts to a tortuous slow pace. “be polite to our guest.”
throat on the verge of closing, you rolled your head to the side, meeting jacks eyes, wild and dilated where he sat in the corner of the bedroom.
Medstudent!Robby who’s lowkey a cocky overconfident twat UNTIL you get him under you while you bounce on his lap, then his pretty brown eyes are all teary and he’s whimpering and begging you to let him cum inside of you…
robby can barely talk right now, so he just whines. drawn out, sad, pitiful sounds that seep out of his throat as he kneads the flesh on your hips, blinking up at you with wet eyes and a flushed face.
"so pretty, baby," you coo, dragging your hips at a pace that makes him arch from the bed. you push him back down with a palm to his chest, and clench around his cock. "i feel good?
"y-yeah. like heaven, fuck–i wanna come. can i? please? wanna feel you all filled up with my cum... wan' you to milk it out," robby begs, grabbing and pulling you in for a kiss. his hips fuck up into your entrance with desperate grinds as his lips touch yours.
between each swipe of his tongue against yours, robby begs you in a tone you've never heard. runs his touch along every inch of your skin–across your back and ass, palms settling to bury himself even deeper inside you.
"if i say yes, you gonna start being nice to me?"
"yes, i'll be nice. i'll do whatever the fuck you want for the rest of our lives..."
our lives. he hears it as soon as he says it but doesn't let himself wonder what the words could mean.
what they do mean.
"yeah?"
"mmhm," robby moans out, head bobbing desperately at the sly grin that sprouts across your lips.
speeding the flick of your waist, you watch with awe as the man beneath you falls apart. eyebrows furrowed, he frowns prettily. face scrunched, mouth wailing out a wobbly mixture of your name and a few curses, spurting out rope after rope of a thick load. his sack shines and creams all pretty as you ride him, twitching as it works to empty.
he gets even louder as you keep a steady bounce. his jaw dropping as your walls squelch against his shaft and tighten with a flutter that tells him you're coming, he can't help but follow you, cum spilling from him again, which renders him unable to speak. he just chokes on air as the muscles in his stomach and thighs tense painfully so.
shaking, robby pulls you down completely, cock still raging a needy pulse inside your pussy. panting with a fast rise and fall of his chest, and legs nearly numb.
"i think that's the hardest 've ever come in my life," the man finally breathes, and you huff into his shoulder. he moves to pull you away from him so he can see the smile you try to hide, hand squeezing your cheeks like he almost doesn't believe you're real. signing, robby studies you with a glazed over stare. "feel drunk when 'm with you..."
he always gets like this after he comes–sugary and more touchy than usual. kissing you like you're together, like you're dating... and you let him, 'cause it feels good, in more ways than one.
"you do?"
"yeah," robby purrs out, sweeping the hair off his forehead before dragging his lips to the corner of your mouth. hoping you can't feel how his heart picks up when you let your body sag into his.
blinking at the ceiling, robby traces patterns into your bare back, lulling your eyes shut as his cock softens. he decides against pulling out. remaining inside you, he thinks.
plot: It’s 1994, New Orleans. Robby is a third year medical student and madly in love with his fellow peer. He’s young, in love, and he just wants to listen to music and fuck.
category: fluff and smut
c/w: 18+ smut MDNI, p in v sex, heavy petting, protected sex (and yes it is awkward), lovemaking (It’s romantic and sappy I apologize), reader has breasts and vagina, friends-to-lovers, yearning, implied estrangement with family (it’s light though, Robby is just growing up), John Lennon (some people don’t fuck with him, but in my universe Robby is a big fan of his music), soft!young!Robby
w/c: 2.9k
a/n: I’ve had ideas for med student!robby for weeks now and it’s finally happening! I’ve taken some creative liberties with Robby in this because obviously he’s younger than we see him in the show and it’s to be assumed that Robby eventually matures into the man we see in the Pitt, as a med student he’s going to be much less experienced, less sure of himself, softer, etc. Also I made the headcanon that Robby and Walsh are siblings canon in my universe just because. They’re half siblings and Emery is about seven currently. Also, so sorry if my smut writing is complete shit or just not your style. I wanted it to be romantic to keep up with the tone of the story, I wanted to convey that this relationship is passionate and intense for both Robby and the Reader.
“Do you ever listen to John Lennon?”
You glanced up from the dog-eared pages of your psych textbook to find Robby already crouching down in front of the green crate he stored under his nightstand. The box was stuffed to capacity with vinyl records in various conditions and cassette tapes haphazardly resting on top. Robby had nearly a hundred cassette tapes both in the crate and in a dedicated slot in his dresser, but he didn’t hold his tape collection in as high regard as his records. He kept them all in plastic slips, dusted them every week, and handled the second-hand ones like they were a newborn fresh from the womb.
His long fingers traced over the covered edges, flipping each record down, his tongue caught between his teeth in solid concentration until he plucked out the one he wanted.
You tilted your head, resting the weight on your hand. “I’m actually more of a Ringo girl myself. I share a birthday with him.”
“Mr. Starr will have to wait for another day.” Robby scanned his eyes down the cover in his hand. He suddenly flipped it in his fingers and showed it to you.
JOHN LENNON: DOUBLE FANTASY :YOKO ONO
“My favorite,” his smile turned sheepish, “I listen to it from start to finish at least once a week. Every single day of the week could be hell, and all I have to do is hear those chimes, and I’m at peace.”
“Like a Xanax made of polyvinyl,” you closed the textbook officially.
You pressed your back to the pillows, pulling your crossed legs closer to you as the needle dropped with a sharp pop. The speakers on the floor were scratchy; they could hold a decent bass tone, but they weren’t anything to write home about, especially when they were accompanied by the soft whirring of the standing fan on the other side of the room. Still, you pushed your thin textbook aside until it was out of sight and opened your ears to the ting, ting, ting of the bells in the song that seemed like pinpoints in your ears.
Robby adjusted the dial on his turntable before crawling up on the other end of his bed. He reached over the edge and pulled out his family medicine textbook that was littered with stray notebook paper in between various random pages.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna try and study with this playing,” you were lightly chastising, and yet you couldn’t help but smile with a raise of your brows.
“Why not? It’s like elevator music to me now. I’ve heard it so much it’s like how in movies the characters can’t hear the soundtrack.”
A chuckle lingered in your chest and dissolved into just a curl of your lips. You closed your eyes before realizing how dangerous that was and promptly blinked them open again. You were so tired from your psych rotation; some days were better than others, but you’d barely been out of the hospital for more than three hours, and just before the sun would come up, you’d be putting on that damn lab coat again and shuffling into the freezing corridors to do rounds and (hopefully) pass your exam so you could advance towards your surgical rotation. Your eyelids were heavy, and you wanted to get a smudge of shut-eye before you were meant to be at the hospital, though you knew you were already on track to lose that opportunity, and it was all so you could spend time with him.
Love was nauseating; it gave you insomnia at the worst time in your life, and it made your brain feel like mush when you were meant to be at the top of your game. Robby always sat so close to you, and when his skin brushed yours, all coherent thoughts blew away like pappus. When he laughed, his nose scrunched, and it pained you in the best way possible. He was clumsy and intelligent, and he romanticized the things he was passionate about. He made your heart sing, and yet you felt like pursuing him would be all for naught.
You were getting so close to the end of your med school journey; in a few months you and Robby would be interning at a hospital and pursuing your specialties. You never even planned on getting chummy with your fellow peers; there was no point if you’d all most likely end up in different states or in different hospitals at the very least. You didn’t see a future at Charity, not if you were serious about pediatric surgery.
Robby, on the other hand, seemed aimless. He knew he wanted to be in the trenches of emergency medicine, shock a man back to life, and hear the thunder of the ambulance bay doors bursting open. He knew what he wanted, and yet he knew absolutely nothing. Most days he felt too unsure of his own abilities; he’d walk through the doors every morning expecting them to tell him there’s been a mistake and he doesn’t have what it takes to be a respectable doctor. He tried not to let it show, at least not around you. When he was with you, he wanted it all to be fun or at the very least calm.
Robby looked up from the dense words in his textbook and caught the view of your eyes seconds away from fluttering shut again. He smiled, amused, almost adoring. “Don’t fall asleep on me now.”
“I should just start sleeping at the hospital. There’s no point in leaving if I’m just gonna be back at it in less than five hours.” It was such a lie; the biggest point for traversing away from the hospital after every shift was sitting across from you.
“It’s not that bad,” Robby shrugged, turning a page. “Any time we spend together is nice. Even if it’s just for a few hours. It’ll get even worse when we’re interns.”
You nodded ruefully. Robby squinted his eyes tight at the page in his lap. He hesitated to bring it closer until the strain on his eyes began to feel tedious, when he conceded he raised his knees up an inch to look down at the textbook with a slight adjustment to the blurry words.
“Get some glasses,” you muttered.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You scoffed before shuffling across the bed and planting yourself beside Robby—hip to hip. You took the textbook from his hands and pushed it out farther.
“Read it now,” you challenged, the tip of your tongue resting between your teeth.
Robby gave it a moment. His eyes resisted, wanting to squint but only twitching at the notion before leaning forward to see the page closer. You smacked your hand lightly to his chest in protest, “Nope. Get back over there; if you don’t need glasses you can read this just fine.”
Robby rubbed the back of his neck as he let out a sigh that bordered on a breathy laugh. “I can see just fine, but that test isn’t even fair. Who could read something all the way over there? Now c’mon, give it back.”
He leaned forward to retrieve the book, but not in time for you to thrust it further back and promptly toss it away to the pillows. When you turned back, you felt surprised by how close Robby’s face was to yours. You’d been close to him before but never this close. You could see his eyes and the field of dark lashes decorating the soft brown irises. There was a fade-out of the record, the scratch of the needle cracked in the speakers, but neither of you flinched.
“Am I too close?” Robby’s voice broke the new silence, the words escaping the tightness in his throat.
“No. You could actually stand to be a bit closer.”
Robby snorted, his face becoming crimson from top to bottom. There was something on his face that changed when he could see that you were being serious. It was like a switch flipped in his brain when he could see proof that you wanted him. From the hitch in your breath to the long gazes you gave him lips.
He touched his hand to your cheek, his thumb locking under your jaw. The warmth of his hand, the trembling of your breath intermingling with his before you both closed the gap as your lips met. It was like a sigh of relief. The gnawing feeling of anticipation being satiated. Even with a single hand, Robby was firm in his touch; he wanted to keep you close, and he kissed you like he wished to waste away his last breath doing exactly this.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, soft strands musing in your hands, pushing him in even closer until your noses brushed with an increasing sense of urgency. Robby suddenly gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap. Your lips separated with a smack as you gasped from the surprise. Robby was flushed, breathless. Your eyes dared him to do something, anything. His hands felt tense as they gripped the hem of your shirt. He seemed half asleep until you spoke a soft, “Go on,” against his lips, and suddenly his hands were never busier.
The fabrics were stripped away from your body one at a time. Each piece slipping down and off until they were strewn carelessly on the floor below or in creases between the sheets. You felt his hands run over your stomach, up your sternum, and under the curve of your breasts. Every touch sent a message of reverence, and if you couldn’t tell just by feeling him, it was obvious once you locked eyes and it all clicked.
“You look really pretty like this,” his voice just above a whisper.
“Bet you say that to all the naked girls in your bed.”
Nothing more than a roll of his eyes and a push of his lips back to yours was needed to silence the conversation. You gave Robby the same treatment: stripping him down until you were clinging to the feeling of his bare skin on yours. Your hand dipped down between your bodies and grasped his hardening cock. Robby groaned gratefully at the touch, the softness of your hand stroking up and down the length until he was stiff against his lower abdomen.
“Excited?” You raised an eyebrow at him, your nose brushing against his.
There was a glint in Robby’s eyes that made your heart flutter, practically feeling the thumps in your ears. You felt his hand nudge yours below, and you let out an audible gasp when the tips of his fingers rubbed along your slit. His touch was slippery from your wetness but intentional as he rubbed his fingers along.
“I don’t know, I think you have me beat in the excitement department,” he countered proudly.
You rolled your eyes and gave him a shove that was much too gentle as you felt so light from his touch. Nevertheless, Robby chuckled as he got off the bed and sifted through his top dresser drawer for a condom. Once he felt the plastic wrap, he got to work slipping it on with a shaky hand. You watched him trip over his pants on the floor and catch himself on the bedside table, his eyes squeezing shut to contain the bark of laughter he wanted to let loose. He just shook his head, hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he regained his composure.
He flicked the switch of his turntable to restart the record. The familiar dings of bells exited the speakers; you couldn’t help but be amused. Such a mood-setter.
You lay back on the bed with your head against a pillow as Robby climbed on top of you. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, and suddenly all you could see were his eyes staring back at you. You swallowed thickly.
“Don’t chicken out on me now, Robinavitch,” you tried to say it with confidence, but you felt like you were floating between the moment and letting your rapid heartbeat take you completely. You were just as nervous as he was, maybe even more so.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Robby laughed, soft and awkward, dipping his head down to rest his forehead against yours.
The static that softly overlaid the music filled the gap of silence that reached its peak when Robby pushed himself inside, and suddenly your gasp and his following shudder echoed over the small room. Robby lowered himself from his elbows and snaked his arms over and under your torso, keeping you impossibly close with his face nuzzled into your neck. His thrusts coming in and out deep, his hips meeting yours every time.
It was like being completely secure, wrapped in a blanket of senses. Robby’s lips on your neck, his tongue tracing the pulse. The sheets sticking to your damp back, the hard outline of his cock buried at the hilt, and the delicious drag that came with each stroke.
Everything felt so warm—sticky and hot even. Robby’s mouth only left your neck that he’d marked with purple lovebites so he could moan, “Baby—oh fuck, baby, please,” to your ear. The new pace of his thrusts and the roughness plaguing his fucked-out voice told you everything you needed to know. You felt his hand stuff between the slick, minimal gap and rub your clit in tight circles. The creaking of the wooden bedframe sounding dire as a mutual climax approached, both of you grasping at one another, both obsessed with the moment continuing but longing for the enticing end. When you both came, it felt like everything else was gone, and it was just you and Robby, completely caught up in one another.
There was a moment of—what did we just do? It was complete with wide eyes and shaky words, but then the realization turned into laughter. ”Hell of a response to a kiss,” you teased, which only served to brighten the blush on Robby’s face.
“Shut up,” he muttered just before dropping his head to your chest.
After carefully pulling out and tossing the condom in the bin, Robby flipped the switch off on his turntable and stumbled over on the bed to make space for himself on the other side. He pulled you close and let his head rest on top of yours.
“I think we did everything we’re supposed to do completely out of order,” he said in the darkness of the bedroom.
“What does that even mean?”
“We became friends, slept together, and tomorrow after we both get off, I’m gonna take you on a date.”
“Do you even have money for a date?”
You felt his shoulder shrug. “I can go without food until the end of the month.”
You bit his shoulder in response, the hazy giggles of you both seeming more pronounced in the still of the night. When you both settled, you pressed your cheek to Robby’s shoulder. “Are you going home for Christmas?”
“Nope. Too far, no one’ll be home. Nana’s gonna be with my mom, Emery, Emery’s dad.”
“Still don’t like him?”
“He’s alright. He’s just so weird about me whenever I’m around. I guess I’m glad, though, that he didn’t even try to get me to call him Dad. He just said, ‘Call me Mr. Walsh, and we’ll get on just fine.’”
“Sounds like he’s fun at parties.”
“Oh yeah,” his voice trailed off.
“Spend Christmas with me then. It’s too much of a hassle to do a back-and-forth between here and Seattle anyways. Already told my folks I wouldn’t be making it this year.”
You felt his nod slowly. “I think I already know who your Secret Santa is gonna be.” It made you smile against his soft skin. Words became little murmurs, touches lighter until you both fell asleep.
Your eyes fluttered open not even two hours afterwards. The sky was still inky, but just from a glance at the clock at the bedside table, you knew the sun would begin to rise in mere minutes. You sighed from your nose, shifting your body to press further into Robby’s chest. You felt the weight of his limp arm draped across your naked chest. You tangled your fingers with his in a gentle hold as you closed your eyes again for a moment or two.
And then it hit you. Your eyes shot open and you looked at the red digital numbers glaring a steady 5:54 at you. Your eyes bugged out, and despite your blissful warmth and ease, you stumbled out of bed, and the second your feet touched the floor, you were searching through the dark for your clothes.
“Michael!,” you hissed in the dark, hands scrambling in search of your shoes.
He just groaned in response, turning over for a different position amongst the pillows.
“What time is your rotation today?”
“Six,” he mumbled.
“It’s five minutes ‘til six.” A sudden thud rang out behind you as Robby rolled out of bed and joined you in the panic.
“Fuck, fuck-shit, fuck!,” Robby flicked on his lamp and ripped a shirt from his hanger to throw on.
You were both late, very late, as you ran off the bus and prepared to part ways at the doors of Charity. Just as you were about to let go of Robby’s hand, you felt a sharp tug and the peck of his lips to yours. It was over before it began, but it lingered nonetheless.
med student!robby would kitten lick your hole until you're crying. whimpering. clenching around nothing as he forces your hips back onto the mattress and tsks at you because he's the one that scored higher on this weeks exam.
"the more ya squirm, the longer i'll take," the man shrugs, shifting to hitch your legs further atop his wide shoulders. he shakes with a delighted snicker at the whine you release when your head collapses into the pillow at the top of the bed.
well... his pillow at the top of his bed.
"i hate you so much," you pant out, threading your fingers through the thick of his hair. the tug you give his scalp is just enough to haul him closer, his nose pressing into your swollen clit.
keeping his face there, robby inhales before letting his eyes shut with a defeated groan. "god, you smell good–fuck that deal. wanna taste you."
robby's too busy sinking his mouth onto you to spot the victorious, half-grin. it quickly melts into a relieved whimper as you hook your leg and grind into his tongue.
your eyes tip down to meet where he's already gazing back at you. his stare soft as he devours you until his jaw is sore and you're crying again–this time for him to stop.
ahh now i’m thinking about licking and sucking on robby’s tip and balls and overstimulating him after you’ve gotten him all wet and messy and sensitive he’d make the hottest noises
robby's dick is coated in spit and cum yet you're still going. rubbing his tender head plush across your lips with a slick hand which tugs long lines of curses from the man.
he's sweating. panting. clutching the sheets. and can't find a way to shut the fuck up like he's been trying to do since he came last. it's just too much–in a euphoric, overwhelming, he's-going-to-lose-his-fucking-mind kind of way. the man's mind is too numb to be ashamed of the sounds that rip from him as he arches with desperate squirms, followed by whining noises that he didn't know he could make until right now.
"oh, jesus," robby rasps, breaths rough and ragged when you lick a trail of wet down to his balls and slurp loudly around them.
a gasp catches in his throat so quickly that he almost chokes. the twisting of his body only prompts you further, leaking a glob of spit from your mouth and hurrying to tuck him back against your tongue.
hollowing your cheeks, you suck and robby tenses with an involuntary pull from your mouth. you slurp him right back inside, and he widens the spread of his thigh before reaches to squeeze his them in a vice grip like they're some kind of anchor that will keep him from completely loosing it.
"sweetheart. sweetheart, you–ngh, oooh–you gotta. you gotta... fuck," robby wails, words slurred. "slow down, baby. slow... slower. i can't think. or breathe, fuuuck me."
there's a wicked delight in the flicking of your tongue and the heat of your stare. robby's chest is heaving and he's closer to tears than he realizes. well past broken and bent completely at your will.
Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. MDNI. Pussy sliding. Accidental Penetration. Agreement between adults.
Not proofread! I wrote it on my phone! I’m shameless
New kink formed. Pussy Sliding.
Smut under the cut
It was only ever supposed to be stress relief. There was never supposed to be that kind of breach. You get yours and he gets his, in the most non committal way. Clothes always stay on. Mouths stay as quiet as possible. No eye contact. No kissing. No talking about it after. And above all? No penetration.
When you first listed that as a rule, Robby looked at you like you had three heads. “How…the point of a hook up is to actually hook up?” He said, already feeling foolish for being 52 and using the term ‘hook up’.
“I know what a hookup is, Ernest Hemingway” you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. “I don’t just let anyone inside me, ok? That’s a romantic commitment, for me.” You said matter of factly and shrugged.
“But I wanna get off, too. So…we could try pussy sliding?” You ask with a curious head quirk.
That’s how he found himself here, a year and a half later with you and your legs bent back to your shoulders, sliding his cock through your soaked labia. He’d laugh at the hot dog bun similarity if he wasn’t so fucking hard. Fuck…he always gets a tinged embarrassed at how much he loves this.
A year and a half of this…activity, with you and he still couldn’t get enough. There is something so fucking dirty about it. He wants your hole and he can’t have it. He stares at it clenching for him, even dribbles spit down onto it to make you messier, but he can’t have it.
Fuck. He wanted it so bad. He wanted you so bad, in every sense, but his therapist said that was a conversation for another day. Past baggage first, future progress later.
He would do whatever you allowed him to do. And right now? That was sliding his thick cock through your pussy lips. He reaches down and uses his thumbs to wrap your lips around his cock to create a tunnel.
You watch him bite his lip as he tries not to groan. Keep Quiet. That’s one of the rules. But today, you’re more wet than you’ve ever been. You watched Robby chew out an EMT that made a very aggressive play for you at Central and it made you untamed.
You drug him up here this time. You took his cock out of his zipper. You took your panties down to your calves and flipped your legs over your head, showcasing yourself for him.
Watching him get jealous like that? You’d never admit to it, but holy hell…you were teetering on every single rule you ever set for the two of you.
The head of his cock keeps massaging your clit with constant heat and pressure. The precum smearing around your folds is making you more and more wet and before you ever realize, you whimper.
Robby’s hips stutter and he shakes his head to regain control. He keeps his eyes directly on your pussy and his cock together. It’s almost impossible not to look in your eyes right now.
And that’s when it first happens. The head of his cock notches against your entrance. That’s NEVER happened before. In all this time, he has been so careful. Your gasp mixed with his grunt has you both staring at each other with wide eyes.
“Fuck…fuck sorry” he mumbles and moves himself back to the safe zone. “S’ok” you murmur and let your head fall back when the head of his cock hits your clit again.
Another 3 minutes of this and you’ve gone beyond soaked. It’s vulgar. You’re dripping onto the linoleum floor under the bed and your thighs are smeared with your wetness. Robby has never had to concentrate like this with you before. Never. He’s 54. He’s grown. Composure is the name of the game, but right now? He feels like he’s 16 again.
His hips pull back to slide forward and without warning, the amount of moisture you’ve collected slides him down slightly and right into you. Fully.
He lets out a yell. An actual yell. And his head drops forward. The gasp that drops from your mouth ends in a squeal and you bite down in his shoulder that’s now in your face.
“FUCK! fuck! Fuck sorry you’re so fucking wet. I…fuck. I tried” he pants sounding embarrassed? Mortified? Nervous?
And then, as if he was dreaming, you say the one thing he never expected. With your lips placed against his ear, you moan so soft. His skin erupts in goosebumps as you nuzzle against him. “Don’t stop”
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