content: watch out there’s smut!! | sammy loves to financially provide for reader a little too much | reader works as a pediatric icu nurse | reader is a bit of a crybaby and complainer but sammy loves it | sammy kinda “coerces” reader so dubious consent
🟡 author’s note: just finished season two of southland! chubby sammy bryant… he’s just my precious little cutie pie
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it was already eight in the morning when you finally returned to your apartment from your shift at the hospital, which also meant that your husband, sammy, had already left for work.
you let out a heavy sigh as you recalled how it had been nothing short of a hectic night in the pediatric icu. you mindlessly plopped your work bag in the corner of the living room, before moving to give richter a warm pat on the head, not bothering to move the retired k9 off the cushion, despite sammy’s insistence that he’s “never supposed to be up on the couch.”
you trudged into your bedroom, quickly grabbing one of sammy’s shirts and a clean pair of underwear before moving into the connected bathroom.
your pastel pink scrubs, snoopy badge reel, and cutely decorated id badge felt like an eyesore as you stared at your exhausted reflection. you quickly shed your clothes and stepped into the shower, hurriedly scrubbing yourself clean so you could get some much needed rest.
the second your body hit the mattress, you were out like a light. while you peacefully dozed off to dreamland, your discarded work bag piqued richter’s interest. it was enough for him to leave the comfort of the couch, his snout rummaging through the open zipper.
as the afternoon rolled around, sammy was wrapping up a few follow-up reports, eager to get home to you.
“how’s life with the missus?” nate asked, an amused look on his face as he observed sammy’s chipper attitude.
“good… it’s been real good,” sammy answered, his eyes focused on his monitor.
nate let out a quiet snort, unable to contain himself as he shook his head. “man, i still don’t know how you were able to get someone like her… what’s your secret, huh? you promised to be her sugar daddy or something?” he teased.
sammy scoffed, turning to look at his partner. “i’ll have you know that she actually appreciates me as a person,” he replied. “…my ability to provide for her is just a bonus,” he added quietly.
“uh-huh… right… i don’t know, sammy, that high-rise apartment you moved into was her idea, wasn’t it? i’m assuming the rent isn’t cheap. plus, that fat rock you got for her engagement ring must’ve dug a hole in your pocket… you sound like a sugar daddy to me,” nate shrugged.
sammy’s brows furrowed slightly as he finished his report. “ha-ha, very funny,” he said dryly, moving to grab his phone.
he dialed your number with the intention of asking what you wanted for dinner, but he froze the second he was met with the sound of your sobbing.
“baby, what happened? are you okay? c’mon, talk to me, sweetheart,” sammy said, his voice full of concern.
“my life is totally ruined!” you dramatically whined, “it’s… my stuff,” you sniffled, your chest heaving as you cried.
“what about your stuff, hm?” he asked softly.
“richter... i-i left my bag out, and i went to bed and now…” you mumbled, before a wave of tears hit you again.
“okay, okay, shh… i’m heading home now, alright? i’ll be there soon and we can figure it out,” he hushed as he grabbed his keys.
“don’t have too much fun!” nate yelled out as sammy scrambled to grab the rest of his things before rushing out the department.
in a couple minutes, you heard the front door of the apartment swing open, followed by sammy’s heavy footsteps heading towards you.
you looked up at him from the middle of the living room, your hands clutching your torn bag and ruined stethoscope. richter laid next to your feet, his tail wagging eagerly due to sammy’s arrival.
“it’s my fault… i left it out,” you stated quietly, still sniffing as tears threatened to spill over once more.
sammy let out a soft sigh, relieved that it wasn’t anything serious.
“it’s okay, honey, i’ll just get you a new one,” he comforted, moving closer to release the bag from your grip.
“no… it’s not the same,” you whined. “i’ve had this since nursing school, sammy,” you pouted, holding up your broken stethoscope.
now that sammy confirmed that your predicament wasn’t anything life-threatening, the visual of your teary face paired with your insistent whining, sent a rush straight to his cock.
his thick hands moved to cradle your face, his thumb catching a stray tear that fell down your cheek.
“aw, my poor baby… i’m sorry,” he cooed. “look on the bright side though, you’ll get a new bag and a new stethoscope. you can pick out one of the really fancy ones, yeah?” he offered, guiding you into the bedroom, before kicking the door shut.
“mmm, i don’t know… i really liked this one,” you mumbled, sagging down onto the bed.
he sat down next to you, his hand giving you a firm pat on the thigh as he softly reprimanded you, “well you should’ve been a little more careful with your belongings then.”
his comment drew a huff from you, your lips pointing down into a frown.
“what? you upset with me now, honey? don’t be like that. like i said, i’ll replace it for you, okay? you just… gotta take care of me first,” he mumbled, shifting a bit as the crotch area of his pants began to feel tight.
you rolled your eyes as you caught a glimpse of sammy’s erection straining against his work pants. “i’m tired. i don’t feel like it,” you scoffed stubbornly, shrugging off his hand as you stood up to store your stethoscope in your drawer.
“that’s too bad,” he grumbled lowly, “i’m warning you now, you better fix your attitude… you had me worried that something bad happened with all your crying over the phone. and now you got me worked up, so it’s only right that you help your husband out.”
you looked over your shoulder to see him unbuttoning his shirt, trying to ignore the way your pussy fluttered at the view of his soft stomach.
you never knew you had a thing for chubby guys until you met sammy. he unlocked something in you that made you half-feral for him, unable to keep your hands off of him for long.
“just go jerk yourself off in the bathroom or something,” you protested as you turned away from him, only to be cut off as sammy gently manhandled you onto the bed.
you fell on your back, your foot coming up to kick him away before he grabbed your ankle, giving you a warning squeeze.
“do you want me to buy a new one for you or not?” he asked.
“i do!” you huffed out, irritated at the thought of having to spend your own money when sammy was perfectly capable of doing it for you.
“then fucking behave,” he scolded, his hands pushing the fabric of his shirt you had on up over your breasts before pulling down your panties.
you laid there limply in a stubborn attempt to get back at him, but sammy didn’t seem too bothered by your sour attitude as his eyes locked onto your wet cunt.
his thumb pressed against your weeping entrance, smearing your slick up and down as he chuckled, “look at you, baby, you’re already so eager to have me inside you, huh?”
you bit down on your lip, gritting back a moan as he circled your clit with his thumb.
with his free hand, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock from his boxers. he let out a soft hiss as he stroked himself a few times, before moving to tap the head of his cock against your heat.
“c’mere, get on your knees and face me,” he commanded, stepping back slightly.
“what?” you mumbled, internally disappointed at the loss of contact.
“i’ve gotta put your smart mouth to good use,” he said, his voice soft yet intense.
sammy was typically a generous lover, always putting your needs and pleasure at the top of his priority, but you owed him at this point, didn’t you? he had rushed home to help you out, only to be met with your bratty resistance. perhaps he had spoiled you rotten, and now the only way to resolve that was to teach you how to properly apologize to him.
you huffed and puffed as you sluggishly moved off the bed, sinking down on your knees in front of him.
“see? that wasn’t too hard, hm? since you're such a good girl, i’ll take it easy on you,” he praised, rubbing his cock head against your face, smearing his precum against your cheek and lips.
“now open up,” he said, before guiding just the tip of his cock into your open mouth. he started off with shallow thrusts, letting out clipped sighs and shaky moans as he focused on the way his thick member slid against your wet tongue and warm mouth.
“ah—mm, fuck…” he moaned, his eyes fixed on the erotic sight of your lips wrapped around his cock.
your eyes stared up at his pleasured expression as you savored the heavy weight of him on your tongue, one hand planted on his meaty thigh as the other snaked down between your thighs.
he adjusted his grip, his hand moving to the back of your head to hold you in place as he began to drive himself deeper into your throat.
you rubbed tight circles against your clit as he fucked your face, letting out soft whines every time your nose met his fleshy pelvis.
“th-that’s it… ‘m so close,” sammy stuttered out, his voice cracking as he rutted against your face. his thrusting became more and more sloppy as he neared his climax, coming to a still as he blew his load down your throat.
he quickly drew his cock out as he felt the last spurts, aiming so it could hit your face and chest.
“fuck, there we go… such a good girl for me,” he muttered, memorizing the image of your flushed face splattered with his cum.
“now get back up on the bed for me,” he commanded, giving your cheek a light pat. “you earned your reward, sweetheart.”
currently obsessed with the idea of hyperfem!ditzy!reader x pope <3
like you’re all short skirts & platform flip flops & big earrings & glossy lips and he’s… well… pope!
you’re closer in age to j then you are to pope, which is precisely why pope is so nervous to leave you alone with him. but there’s never a reason to worry, the second pope’s truck pulls up, you’re stopping your conversation with j and squealing excitedly.
hopping over to his truck, a happy “hi andrew!!” rolling off of your tongue as you skip to his side and stand on the step bar by his window. leaning up and giving a dramatic smooch “mwah! hi baby, i missed you!” as you gaze up at him. he’s smiling, one hand scratching at the top of your head as you talk about your day. “yeah pup? thas’ good. missed you too. c’mon, hop in. lemme take you to dinner.”
smiling really widely and going over to the passengers side, throwing open the door and hopping in. one more big kiss to pope, your long nails framing his cheeks, and you’re turning back to j with a smile. “bye j! see you later :)”
totally genuine, totally sweet. totally juxtaposed when you turn to pope, still bright & cheery, “baby, can we listen to slayer?”
cw: very big gross age gap (19 & 50), somnophilia on both sides, sub/dom dynamics, established relationship, cockwarming, fauxcest (again! yes i know i love it!), slight exhibitionism, lowkey toxic abbot, dingy reader again..
dad bf abbot who loves you very much, but has many strict rules for you, including a bed time. he has to. don’t get him wrong he’s very lenient with you, so he comprises with 10:30, but you still weren’t satisfied. so, when he told you, you whined out ‘whyyyy?’ but to jack you have to understand.. you’re only nineteen, a literal kiddo to him.. so you need all of your beauty sleep & rest you can get. which is exactly why you will not be having a job with him. you’re only job is to look pretty for him & be his sweet little girl.
dad bf abbot who doesn’t like when you try to do things on his own.. infact he’ll say- “why didn’t you come get me..? let dad help you out okay?” “i’m a big girl, dad! i can do a few things on my own..” he frowns & grumbles at that. if he can’t do things for you then why is he even here?
dad bf abbot who doesn’t care about the weirds stares you two get in public. everyone can clearly see his age spots, greying hair & silver beard, & facial wrinkles- but then they see you.. the cute young girl clinging to his arm with glowing skin & a pretty smile. so when they all see the way you kiss him right on his lips they all wonder, ‘how did he even get someone like her..?’
dad bf abbot who actually doesn’t even let you refer to him as jack, only daddy or dad. but you don’t have a problem with that. it makes you feel safe & protected with him. plus you love all the nicknames he’s gives you. “my girl.” “baby.” “bun.” “doll.” “kiddo.” “princess.”
dad bf abbot who spoils you insanely. like i said he loves having you all dolled up, so, he pays for your nails, makeup, heels & all things girly you love. ask him to paint your toes? he does it. asks him can yall go to the mall? he takes you happily. asking him to help you satisfy yourself when you’re needy?.. he’s working his big cock into you before you know it.
dad bf abbot who can never give you normal kisses. everytime you try to stand on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around him & give him a little peck, jack holds the back your head to push his lips onto yours so he can lick into your mouth & taste your sweet tongue. you immediately love the way his scratchy grey stubble feels on your face- so gruff & jagged. he grunts when he sucks onto your plush lips & laps up your face- planting sloppy kisses everywhere- making you whimper & whine because of him, feeling yourself slipping from the way he’s trying to slowly devour you whole.
dad bf abbot who you gave your first kiss & virginity to actually. when you first told him how inexperienced you were he was so, so fucking hesitant to do anything with you- (he swears he has a conscience) but, the way you looked into his eyes with a hungry need in them & with a heightened lilt in your voice, you managed to convince him so easily- “i trust you, daddy.. i just want you to make me yours.. please.”
dad bf abbot who actually really gross when he’s fucking you. he says shit like- “yeah? you like it when dirty old cock is in your young little pussy hm, kid?” or or “i love fucking stealing your innocence baby.. makes me feel like a filthy pervert.” you don’t do anything but moan & squeal in delight.. loving the way to talks to you with his deep gravely voice.
dad bf abbot who gropes you in public sometimes. taking a handful of your tit or simply going under your skirt & cupping your fat, warm mound. & it looks so filthy from an outliers standpoint.. an old man touching & taking advantage of a young girl.. he hopes no one will ever catch him, or someone might accidentally call the cops.
dad bf abbot who loves the way you suck his cock- flaccid or hard. the way he’s woken up out of his sleep because his little girl was feeling needy- even though she’s supposed to be sleeping. once he gains more consciousness he starts to get hard & throb in your mouth. you moan at way your lips began to widen around him, nose brushing up against his grey pubes. jack tuts at you. “couldn’t even wait for your dad to get up hm?… naughty little girl.”
but it’s also because dad bf abbot likes to do the same to you. on the days he comes home slightly early from his shifts at the crack of dawn & you’re still asleep, he can’t help but to be aroused at your sleeping form. so, he gently crawls on top of you & wastes not a second before pushing his cock into your unprepped hole. vision slightly blury but you can see jack’s shirtless form thrusting above you- and feel him inside you. he’s groaning at the feeling of your pussy stretching around him. when he finally sees your eyes open- he greets you. “morning, my girl. ready for a good day with your dad hm?”
dad bf abbot who loves when you shyly ask to cockwarm him. “m’ feelin so empty..” you say with watery eyes & a shakey tone in your voice. jack wastes no time with pulling out his cock & pressing it into your bare, warm pussy up under your sheer night gown.. you can’t do anything but sigh in relief when you feel him stuffing your cunt to the brim. infact you lay your head on his chest.. drifting off slowly. jack quietly chuckles while stroking your head. he really loves it when you’re clingy like this towards him.
dad bf abbot who really loves & cares about you despite your large age gap. hence why he acts like a dad towards you, because no one can protect & care for you like he can.
a/n: want a dadbf so bad!! im basically just writing out my dreams & thoughts here lol ! hope yall like it <33
oh & i had to use that most recent pic of shawn.. he looks so sexy :0
idek how many kinks this has because this got dirty FAST. non con, naked female/clothed male, virginity stealing, power play since he’s a doctor lol, dumb reader lol, abbot is technically not a good man but oh well!!
perv!gyno abbot who you’re a little surprised on seeing, because he wasn’t your doctor at first.. but apparently there was ‘just some kind of mix up!’ according to your now ex doctor, so you just listened as he introduced you to your new doctor: dr. jack abbot. all you was said okay & let him proceed with the screening.
perv!gyno abbot who asks “so, why did you come here today?” you began to open your mouth to answer. “um.. they said i was scheduled for my yearly checkup so i just came..” abbot blinked at you. “so you don’t know what you’re getting looked at for exactly?” he said it in such a condescending tone it kind of intimidated you.. “no..” you replied, immediately wanting to slightly shrink into yourself.
perv!gyno abbot who then walks over to the dispenser box to pull out some blue gloves & then snaps them on, before speaking again- “well then. we will go ahead and begin the screening, but first, please remove your clothes.” wait what? did you hear him right?
perv!gyno abbot who didn’t stutter. he just stood there & watched you until you obeyed. so, you began to strip.. one piece of clothing dropping after another until you were completely bare naked. you felt so vulnerable & exposed in front of him, considering he was still fully clothed. you felt like he was devouring you with his gaze.
perv!gyno abbot who snapped you out of your daze when he spoke again.. “so, there will be three tests i will screen you for & then you’ll be good to go home, got it?” you found everything so weird but you still decided to go with it- so you nod.
perv!gyno abbot who calls the first test ‘the respond test’ to see how your body responds to certain feelings. he starts by bending down at your ankles, caressing your thick calfs, & traveling his tacky fingers up the back of your thighs, already seeing he has a fantastic view of your sweet pussy. he likes the way you shiver from his touch..
perv!gyno abbot who continues the test by standing up to your level, kneading his large, gloved hands all over your bare body, before cupping both your heavy breasts & squeezing hard- you can’t try to hide the way you’re so turned on anymore.. you moan as he gropes you, cool hands gliding against your nipples. “mm, you’re already fucking passing with flying colors, baby.” he groans out. he already knows how damp you are between those cute little thighs..
perv!gyno abbot who goes to the next part of the screening. he calls this one ‘the stretch test’ so, he directs you to get onto the examination table to spread your legs, & you’re a little scared as to what’s about to happen. dr. abbot can see your legs trembling. he tells you no need to worry, but all of that flies out of the window when you feel two, warm thick digits protruding into your raw cunt. when did the doctor take his gloves off?
perv!gyno abbot who revels in the way your pussy stretches around his fingers.. sucking him in so easily.. you squeak out when you feel him pumping his two fingers in deeper, “dr. abbot, what’s going on..? is this s-still apart of the test?” you feel so dirty when your legs begin to spread out more, soaking yourself around your doctors fingers .. “sh, sh, sh.. you’re doing very well. good girl.” jack nearly cums in his pants when he feels the way you contract & gush around his fingers because of his praise.
perv!gyno abbot who begins the final test by pulling his fingers out your sopping hole & replacing it with his stiff cock. you yelp at the foreign feeling, never having a cock inside you before now “s-sir!, stop! what’re you doing..?” your inner termoil comes to a stop when he replies to your question- “this is your last and final test. to see how well you can take a cock.”
perv!gyno abbot who grunts while thrusting in & out of your tight virgin pussy.. loving the way your cunt is clenching around him. your hole is widening because you’re trying to press him out of you, but that just makes him stuff his dick deeper into your wet, creamy hole. your tits are bouncing with each thrust as he gets rougher & rougher. you feel your bladder coming down & you panic.. “d-doctor! think ‘m gonna pee! can’t take anymore..!” but jack doesn’t care.. he knows that means you’re about to come. so he continues bullying his vieny cock into your slick pussy.
perv!gyno abbot who doesn’t care when you start spasming & spurting out hot squirts of liquid with each new pump that stains the bottom of his scrubs, he’s the one who kept pounding into you. but he’s not lasting any much longer when you can feel him stop thrusting all together to bottom out completely in you & use you as his own personal cum dump. you cry out when you realize what he’s doing to you, filling your hole up with his own hot, sticky substance. abbot loves the way he’s stealing every bit of your innocence.
perv!gyno abbot who after a few minutes, having slightly heavy breaths, pulls out of your cum filled cunt- cock semi-hard completely drenched in your juices only to then say: “congrats. you passed your screening.”
i never know if i want abbot to be nice or mean to me.. i think both lol.. hope this was decent!! <33
oh & jack made everything up he just wanted to fuck u lol
just a quick thought... reader sending a video to abbot of them and robby fucking while he's on shift 😩
WAIIITTT YOUR BRAIN
Jack walks out to the ambulance bay with a crick in his neck and a sore fuckin' leg. It's been a long shift and it's barely past midnight, so he's surprised by the text from Robby on his phone. You both should've been sleeping hours ago.
Robby: "Enjoy, brother." And then a video attachment.
Jack looks back past the hospital doors to make sure no one's coming, and then he presses play.
"Fuck, Robb—" he scrambles with the volume while blood rushes to his face — and then directly to his cock. He recognizes that sweet little voice immediately, that angelic whiny tone you get when you're being fucked stupid. "S'too much," you're whimpering, much quieter now. The screen shows you from a low angle, tits bouncing thighs shaking with strain. "Please".
"Alright, alright, ease up, honey." Robby's voice is gruff from behind the phone. "Daddy ain't here so you gotta do the work this time. Ah ah—" he smacks the outside of your thigh when you slow down and that only makes you a poutier blubbering mess. "Don't slow down, keep going. Atta girl. Smile at Daddy, sweetheart."
You look up then and Jack just about cums in his pants. "Daddy," you warble, eyes weepy. "He's being mean," you moan when Robby's thrusts up. "need you."
"Yeah, honey?" Robby grabs your jaw with his free hand and squeezes your cheeks, aiming the camera right at your face. "Y'need your daddy?"
The video cuts off with your sob and Jack clears his throat. Adjusts his pants.
Jack: "Don't clean her up. You're both getting it when I get home."
Pairing: fem!reader x Robby
Summary: Both overwhelmed and needing an outlet from real life, you and Robby enter into an arrangement.
Tags: slow burn, explicit bdsm dynamics, paddling, praise kink, vibrator, fingering, objectification, light degradation, reader referred to as “toy” and “slut”, measuring but in a horny way, passive suicidality mentioned, robby very clearly depressed
WC: 6.7k
a/n: sources can be found in the masterlist. as always DO NOT use this as instructional content.
[Picks up immediately after last chapter ended…]
You weren’t in subspace, but you were floaty and relaxed when Robby gingerly pulled out of you. With careful fingers and soft touches, he began to unravel the rope from your body. It was not until the last strands had fallen away did you realize how much they had kept your mind silent.
The slow act of untying you was just as relaxing as him tying you in the first place. It was the fastest you’d ever felt comfortable in front of someone new. Obviously, this was not due exclusively to him tying you up with blood red, soft rope, but it was not, not that.
When you were free, he inspected your skin, making sure there weren’t any contusions or wounds he had to deal with. He hadn’t hit you that hard, but a good dominant always checks. All the while, telling you what a phenomenal job you had done.
“Do you want to shower or cuddle?” Robby asked.
“Shower,” you said.
He showed you to his en suite and you tried not to stop and stare.
“Holy shit this is a nice bathroom,” you told him. He laughed and turned on the rainfall shower head.
The shower was just as tender and soft spoken as the come down. You’d tied your hair up and away from the water. In response, Robby peppered soft kisses along your shoulders.
“You were so good for me,” he murmured. “How do you feel?”
“Relaxed. I feel like I could take on anything now,” you chuckled.
You had rinsed all the sticky fluid off your body, but Robby had wrapped his arms around your middle, plastering himself to your back. With your fingertips dancing patterns along his forearm, you said,
“How do you feel?”
“Good, great even.”
“I think you did a really wonderful job. You read me really well,” you told him.
His body didn’t react but his voice sounded…perkier when he replied, “Yeah?”
“Your check ins were well timed and your rope work was so good. I haven’t really been tied up like that before and I really enjoyed it. How long did it take you to learn?”
“A couple of years, it was sporadic. I feel like it connects me better with my sub,” he mumbled against your ear.
You’d noticed that Robby liked talking softly right against your ear. Each puff of air sent tingles down your spine.
“Your skills are impressive,” you said. “Can I ask a weird question?”
“Of course,” he said.
“I’m just realizing that I was blindfolded that whole time and never saw your dick. May I?”
Robby paused, frozen against your back. Then he started giggling. Muffling his laughter against your shoulder he nodded.
“Yeah, sure,” he chuckled. “I’m not hard or anything, but you’re always welcome to look.”
You spun around, looking up at him.
“So I could text you for a dirty picture?” You asked cheekily.
“You could ask,” he replied smirking.
He blushed as your eyes raked over his naked form. It’s only fair since he spent the last, nearly three hours, tying you up and staring your naked body. It was hard to keep control of himself—you were gorgeous. Even more so wrapped up like a present in his rope.
“Hot,” you decided.
“What?”
“You’re hot, which I already knew obviously, but it’s nice to confirm.”
“You’re odd,” he laughed.
“Thank you.”
You leaned up and kissed him. He felt any lingering trepidation leak out of him. He spent the rest of shower enjoying your gentle touch. Once you both stepped out and dried off, you allowed Robby to rub your slightly marred skin with a healing balm. And then you slid on your comfy clothes and he pulled you into bed with him.
There was pre-prepped water and snacks that you both enjoyed as you continued the after care.
“You’re very complimentary of me,” Robby said.
“Dom’s need aftercare too,” you said.
“Oh,” he said.
“Oh,” you repeated.
“How did you get into this?” He found himself asking. It was something you hadn’t previously discussed and he didn’t like how your observant eyes studied him.
“I was dating this absolute loser after college. We were both baby engineers and somehow he heard about this sex club. It was back in Philly. I didn’t really want to go watch people having sex but I didn’t want him to break up with me so I went.”
“Sounds like a catch,” Robby replied. You laughed.
“So I went in a simple black mini dress that he asked me to wear—I cringe thinking about that now, but thankfully it was nothing compared to some of the other outfits. He realized it wasn’t just thoughtlessly beating up women for sexual pleasure and bailed, but god I was intrigued,” you continued.
“Please tell me you broke up with him,” Robby said.
“Shut up and let me tell my story,” you grumbled. Robby grinned down at you as he tucked you closer to his body. You really did enjoy cuddling as aftercare. “Anyways, this older woman—well to me back then—came up to me and she was gorgeous. She had on this leather mini dress and was covered in tattoos. She was in her late fifties and to this day one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen.”
“Cougar.”
You rolled your eyes.
“She asked if I was with anyone. I told her I wasn’t anymore—”
“Thank god.”
“—and she asked me questions. Gauged where I was and if I knew whether I wanted to sub or dom, or both. I had no idea, and she asked if I wanted to join her for the night. Her husband was with her, he was locked in a cock cage wearing nothing but a harness. The rest of the night she had be subbing for her and domming her husband. I realized pretty quickly I had no interest in domming.”
“Damn, did you see her again?”
“For the next three years I was their sub. They both dommed me and taught me about healthy BDSM. Safe, sane and consensual. It was a really formative relationship for me. They liked having a pretty young thing to show the ropes and I liked the attention.”
“Do you still talk to them?”
“I do, they’re not active anymore, but they were mentors for me in the BDSM space and in life. They showed me how to invest my money, how to build equity, all this adult shit I had no idea how to do. And they trained me to give a fantastic blowjob.”
Robby couldn’t help the laugh at your last statement. “Have you always been in a dynamic?”
“No, you’re only my fourth—I tend to keep them for a long time. Tammy and Bill were my first, then Oliver, and the last guy was Peter. I’ve had one offs with other people here and there but nothing worth mentioning. How did you fall into it?”
“I did my residency in New Orleans. I got absolutely wasted one night after a terrible shift and drunkenly wandered into a BDSM club. I watched for months before I had the courage to talk to anyone. But I discovered that even a terrible shift was forgettable when I had someone at my feet—metaphorically.”
“Could be literally, if you want,” you replied. He heard the smile in your voice.
“We’ll see. I didn’t do long term subs until my marriage ended. My ex-wife was fine with a one time thing here and there, but didn’t like the idea of something…for lack of a better word exclusive. She never really got it, which is fine. She was a fantastic partner, so it was something I was more than happy to compromise on. While we were together I probably only did five or six scenes over ten years.”
“I think it is hard for people not in the life to fathom how this isn’t romantic, or doesn’t have to be. But I can see the intimacy being threatening.”
“I think that’s it. She was never interested in the more extreme versions of my proclivities but she did like being tied up, so it’s not like we weren’t compatible.”
You snorted.
“After we divorced I dove head first back in. The club had changed but not so much I couldn’t find my way around. I’ve had two subs since, both men. I hadn’t realized until after our marriage I wasn’t as straight as I thought.”
“And now here we are.”
“Here we are.”
“Still want to keep going?”
“Desperately.”
-- -- --
It was easy to slip into a regular dynamic with Robby. You both met up a few times a month depending on stress, work, and desire. He was attentive, inquisitive and clear with his language. You liked him a lot. Sometimes he would text you after a rough shift and if you were available you’d come over and he would turn you into a wobbly pile of limbs on his bed (or couch, or floor). One time you asked about it—what his bad days looked like—and he got a far away look that troubled you.
You didn’t ask again.
There were pieces of evidence floating around that Robby was depressed; it wasn’t hard once you started to notice. Even in your shallow yet intimate relationship, it was hard to for him to fully hide the impact his job had on his psyche. He rarely talked about his personal life (not that you did either, but you hinted at having one).
The light conversation you both had during aftercare had much more to do with whatever stupid television show you were watching or the new vinyl Robby found over the weekend. Neither of you spoke about work or personal details. It hadn’t been explicitly outlined in your contract but it felt unassailable.
A few months in, after a particularly brutal spanking session, aftercare looked like laying on Robby’s couch on your stomach in a big tshirt while he rubbed a soothing balm on your ass and thighs. Your body was draped over his lap and the circular motion of his hands felt relaxing and calming.
“You could have been a masseuse,” you hummed, a little sleepy.
“Maybe a better career choice,” he laughed.
The TV was on, showing some sitcom neither of you were watching, but the background noise was welcomed. You had known that Robby was having a rough week by the way he held his body. Now, sitting on the couch, he seemed to relax. Most meet ups, you didn’t broach the topic of your jobs, an unspoken agreement. But you found yourself wanting to make him laugh. You wanted to make him smile. You cared about this strange, slightly broken man.
“We hired a new admin assistant for my team a couple weeks ago,” you said without looking back at Robby.
His strong fingers eased over your sore, bruised skin.
“Oh?”
“She’s an idiot,” you sighed. Robby choked on a laugh.
“That’s mean,” he said.
“Robby, babe, she asked me what timezone we’re in.”
“Are your clients in a different timezone?”
“Our clients are down the street,” you replied.
Robby chuckled. “And so you needed to come to me to forget about how incompetent she is?”
“More like how incompetent everyone I work with is,” you grumbled. “I visited the solar farm we’re working on and the welding on some of the steel supports were abysmal. I had half a mind to re-do them myself.”
“You can weld?”
“I can do a lot of things. I don’t do much hands on work anymore, but I still fabricate shit as a hobby. You know, in between getting tied up in your bedroom and cumming so hard I almost pass out.”
“You really made me panic,” he grumbled. You had gone a little non-responsive after your third orgasm of the day.
“Sorry, I’m good. I promise. You were so good to me,” you told him gently. “But yes, I build things.”
“What was the last thing you built?”
“A bookcase for my nephew,” you said. “I want to get into metal work again, but I don’t have a project idea.”
“Have you built anything for your kink stuff?” He asked. There was a tone you couldn’t exactly put your finger on but it was slightly more than intrigued.
“Actually, I haven’t. Did you have something in mind?”
“I think I do actually. But I need to think about it more before I pitch it,” he told you.
“Well, let me know,” you said.
“Do you want ice for you ass?”
“Actually, that would be amazing, yes please.”
And so he went to get ice.
The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing (either on your stomach or side) on the couch with Robby watching through Parks and Rec. Though this relationship was going on four months, you still knew very little about Robby and vice versa. In your other dynamics you had becomes friends, or friendly, with the person (or persons) who had you in their bed.
You could list the substantive things you knew about Robby on one hand: (1) he was an emergency medicine doctor, which you knew because you’d seen his name tag; (2) he used to live in New Orleans at some point; (3) he liked sitcoms; (4) he lived in Squirrell Hill.
There were other things you knew about him, like his clear communication about sex and his proclivity for tying you to the ceiling. You suspected based on a preponderance of evidence that he was a commitment-phobe, likely burned out, and not someone you would willingly attach yourself to long term.
He might be a good scene partner, but you doubted he could handle a conversation about emotions. Though, you couldn’t blame him—or anyone else in his position—you doubted you’d have the emotional energy to be a present and useful partner in his shoes.
So Robby had all the hallmarks of a good dom, but almost none of a good partner. It made it easy to not fall in love with him.
-- -- --
Robby for his part, thought he had hit the jackpot. You were just as busy as he was, though far less passively suicidal. Every once in awhile you had the wherewithal for a spontaneous meet up, but most of the time your meetings were scheduled and planned. For a few hours Robby would dole out creative and pleasurable tourtuew and then the pair of you would spend another couple hours cuddling, eating and watching stupid TV together.
Occasionally you would share stories about your job as an environmental development engineer. He liked hearing about your job. It was simple and if something went wrong, it was rare that a client or coworker died. You mainly designed and improved on solar panels and solar technology.
He found himself envious of the love for your job, though he kept that to himself. He wondered what it was like to not chain himself to his career as the thing keeping him alive but also killing him. When he was with you, time dilated. It neither passed nor paused. For the time that you inhabited his house it was just the two of you.
His world narrowed down to you. To your reactions. To your limits. To pleasing you. To challenging and taunting you until you were putty beneath his hands. It was like meditation and he yearned for nothing more than to focus solely on you. The scenes you both shared were becoming the single thing he looked forward to every few weeks.
The urge to no longer exist was still pulling at his gut. The quiet hope that maybe one day he wouldn’t wake up in morning still gnawed at him. But like with his other dynamics, there was a responsibility to you now. It wasn’t keeping him alive, per se. (No more than his residents or Jack or Dana). It was one thing that he just didn’t want to deal with the consequences of ending and/or dying.
He was too tired to kill himself, frankly.
Every couple of weeks there were a few hours in which he didn’t feel tired. He didn’t feel the drag of the death he had witnessed and caused. Logically, he knew it was the endorphins and hormones overpowering whatever the fuck was wrong with him, but understanding it didn’t negate its effects.
And sure, Caleb or his fourth (fifth?) therapist might have something to say regarding the desperate need for control, but they weren’t here.
You were here, though. And every time you were here, the world seemed just a little less heavy.
-- -- --
Robby had sent you a terrible stick drawing of a metal contraption simply asking if you thought you could make it. It was a bench, basically. He had added strange lines to suggest what might have been a torso support of some kind, but definitely a metal neck collar. The idea was attractive—most likely would be easy-ish to fabricate. You had the welding materials in your garage. All you really needed was the metal and proportions.
Despite the high degree of intelligence that being a doctor required, Robby’s drawing wasn’t exactly helpful when designing measurements and plans. When you were (lightly) complaining about it, you watched his eyes light up in the way they did when he was planning to put you through something devious.
It’s how you ended up on Robby’s—very nice and sturdy (maybe you should ask him where he got it) coffee table. According to him, the height of the table combined with your proportions were perfect for him to fuck your pussy or mouth. You directed each each measurement. Telling Robby how to get measurements for the fabrications of a sex bench shouldn’t have been as enticing as it was.
You were naked, of course, wearing Robby’s favorite chest harness tie as a adornment on you. He loved the contrast of the red rope against your skin. Oftentimes, you felt his fingers trailing over the rope work and your hypersensitive skin. The moment he began to wrap the soft rope around you, it was like a switch flipped. No longer were you the competent and forthright woman you’d molded yourself to be.
No, you were a simple toy. Meant to be used and enjoyed however Robby saw fit. However your Sir, saw fit.
“What’s next?” He asked gently trailing his fingers over your bare form displayed upon the coffee table.
You weren’t allowed to move. Only Robby had the tape measure and a pen. More than once you felt the pen write something on your body and you were desperate to know what it was. When you asked what they said, Robby replied:
“I didn’t know my toy could read.”
The humiliation and objectification coursed through you and you felt the arousal dripping down your thighs. Fuck he was good at this, that bastard.
“Please measure from the floor to the hollow of my neck, sir. This is the last one,” you said shakily.
“Shame,” he hummed.
The feeling of Robby bringing the tape measure to your neck shouldn’t have been making you tremble, but it felt so…removed from real life. It felt like he was measuring his toy, and in a way, he was.
“Do you have any more requests sir?” You asked.
“Can I watch?” He asked.
“What?”
You were confused. He was already watching you.
“When you make the bench. Can I watch?”
“Sir, it won’t be…sexy,” you settled with saying.
To your shock, Robby gripped your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking at him. The shaking in your muscles intensified purely from his fiery glare alone. This was one of your favorite parts of scenes. Each action Robby took made your body tremble. The adrenaline coursing through you made everything that much more intense. You were certain he could dissolve you into a quivering ball at his feet if he glared at you long enough.
“It sounds like my toy is trying to dictate how I should play with her, is that what’s happening right now?”
“No sir!” You said panicking. “I just want sir to know that because of the safety gear, there’s not much to look at.”
“How embarrassing for you,” he cooed. “To think I only care about watching your naked body. I think you earned a punishment.”
“Yes sir,” you said. You didn’t haven’t time to think about the meaning of his words fully.
“I’m going to paddle you, using the wooden one with the holes,” he said. Shit, that one hurt so much more than the solid wood paddle. Fucking physics. “And after each hit you’re going to say something positive about yourself until I’m content.”
“Sir,” you tried to protest.
“Don’t talk back again,” he hissed, getting in your face. “For that, I think you’ll wear the nipple clamps. Tell me toy, should you wear weights on your nipples?”
Nipple clamps were not your favorite toy. There was a very fine line between fun and tremendously painful and distracting. You had no idea which Robby wanted. And yet, the idea of the swinging pendulum of weight pulling at your sensitive tits made the already painful spanking sound unforgettable.
“Sir should play with his toy however he wants,” you replied.
“Good girl,” he said softly. His large, warm hand cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “I knew you were able to learn.”
The narrow line Robby walked between degrading and praising you gave you whiplash. It pushed and pulled against your ribs, throwing you off kilter and yet desperate for more. Each condescending remark made you more desperate to please him. Each praise motivated you and kept you warm, until the next mistake, that is.
“Thank you, sir,” you managed.
“Remember, safe word whenever you need,” he told you seriously.
“I will,” you replied back, just as serious. And you would. Robby couldn’t fulfill his portion of the arrangement without total trust that you would tell him when you couldn’t take any more.
“I think you’ve been good enough to wear the weights only some of the time,” he said. “Should you start or end with them?”
You opened your mouth to reply, but he cut you off and said,
“You’re right. You should end with them.”
That bastard. That was so much worse and he knew it.
“Whatever will make sir happy,” you said trying to keep the frustration and anxiety out of your voice.
“You’re so beautiful when you take my pain,” he whispered. He walked out of the room to grab whatever else he needed before you could respond.
You were not attached the coffee table in anyway, and prior to putting you on your hands and knees, Robby had laid down a thick non slip pad that felt like a yoga mat of some kind. While you were not comfortable, you were certainly not in pain. But you knew he hadn’t given you permission to move so you did not.
When Robby returned, you expected him to blindfold you. Instead he made you watch in trepidation as he attached the clover clamps to your nipples. Each closure around your sensitive skin made you gasp. The ghost of the fan above you was already making the metal sway. You could feel the pain began to build—each heartbeat felt in your tits and pussy. Exactly what Robby wanted.
“Remember, one positive thing about yourself.”
You half expected Robby to warm up, but the first hit crashed against your skin without any modicum of hesitancy or easement into the punishment. It was still a heavy wooden paddle, so it thudded against your ass but the holes drilled into the torture device meant there was less air pressure to cushion the impact.
“Shit! Fuck!” You exclaimed as the hit propelled you forward.
The swinging of the unweighted chain pinched at your already sore nipples and you winced. Christ, this was brutal. And yet, you wanted another hit. You yearned for Robby to see how hard you worked for him. For him to reward you with the same fervor with which he punished.
“Color?” He asked.
“Green,” you said, swallowing. Your heaving chest was not helping the pull of the chain on your nipples.
“One positive thing,” he prompted.
“I’m smart,” you managed.
Robby was standing behind you while you faced towards the large windows in his living room. Your play sessions often started mid morning and with the aftercare ending mid-evening. It meant that the bright sun was shining through his windows that overlooked the busy street he lived on. You knew no one could see into the window, yet the privacy film that blocked you from view allowed your nearly unobstructed view of passersby.
Robby must have caught your gaze and he leaned down next your ear before quietly saying,
“What do you think they would do if they saw you? If they saw how debauched my toy was after a little pain. Would they judge you for how you’re absolutely dripping right now?” He taunted.
As if to prove his point, he forcefully shoved two fingers inside you. You swayed with the intrusion, fluttering around the contact—desperate for him to finger you, to do anything that might alleviate the need battering against your sensitive walls. Languidly, he pumped his fingers inside you, before yanking them out. You whined at the emptiness that followed.
“Suck,” he commanded. Like a good toy, you opened your mouth automatically without even seeing him approach or kneel in front of you.
You already felt floaty and hazy. Most of the time you didn’t want to end up in subspace, you hadn’t been playing long enough with Robby yet for your body and mind to feel fully comfortable in letting go. But sucking your arousal off his index and middle finger, staring glassily into his ravenous gaze, the tenuous grip you had on your mind began to slip.
“Are fading, toy?” Robby asked. Later you would recognize a hint concern in his voice.
“Yes sir, I’m green,” you said. “Please keep going.”
Robby studied you for a minute longer before gently kissing your lips. A soft tug on the chain between your tits reminded you of the aching throb that was your constant companion.
“Such a good slut,” he murmured.
There was a high pitch whine that you belated realized came from you.
“Does my toy like being a slut for me?” Robby asked, sounding surprised.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re doing so well for me,” he continued. “You exist to be used by me.”
You shivered as his words soaked in through your ears and under your skin. You did belong to him. You did want to please him. You yearned for the pain of the paddle, to feel him touch you again.
“We haven’t talked enough about the degradation, but if my toy wants to be a good slut for me next time, I think we can manage that,” he nearly whispered rubbing his hand against your already warming and sore ass. “Ready for your next one?”
“Yes si—oh fuck!” You exclaimed as the paddle connected with your upper thighs this time.
The pain was intense and tears began to prick at your eyes.
“I am a good friend,” you sniffled.
“Of course you are,” Robby said soothing the sting of the paddle. “My toy is such a good person.”
The pressure around your eyes began to build.
Each hit bled together until it felt like the skin on your ass and thighs were raw. You were actively crying now. For scenes you always wore water soluble mascara because you knew how much Robby loved seeing tear streaks down your face.
“Oh my little toy,” cooed Robby. “You look so pretty crying for me.”
“Thank you, sir,” you sniffled. The floaty feeling had receded some with the intense pain, but at his words you could feel it ebbing closer to the forefront.
“I think you’ve been such a good girl, that we can be done with the paddle.”
“Thank you, sir. You’re so good to your toy,” you whispered hoarsely.
“I’m still adding the weights though,” he added as an after thought.
Before you could process the words, he hooked two small dense metal balls to the end of each clamp. You groaned and let your head drop.
“Haven’t I been good to you, today?” Robby asked.
“Yes sir,” you said, voice trembling.
“How about you put your mouth to good use and duck my dick?” Robby asked at the same time as he flicked the weights on your nipples.
Fresh tears rolled down your face as you nearly shrieked at the sensation.
“Yellow,” you gasped, desperately trying to catch your breath. “I can’t do the clamps.”
“Okay,” Robby said, quickly kneeling before you. “Do you want to end the scene?”
“No, I just need them off,” you gasped.
Gently, Robby unhooked each weight setting them aside. Then he gently unclamped each metal contraption allowing a rush of blood to return eliciting a sharp and keening sound from your throat.
“There you go,” Robby comforted. “Take a few deep breaths for me.”
You did, mimicking his intentional inhales and exhales.
“Still good?”
“Yes sir.”
“Proud of you for using your safe word,” he replied. His accompanying kiss to your forehead eased the remaining tension in your back as he stood. “Color?”
“Green,” you acknowledged. “Can your toy suck your dick, sir? You’ve been so good to her.”
“How polite,” Robby said, shucking off his shirt. Once his pants were unbuttoned, and boxers pulled down, you didn’t wait for permission.
You’d likely be punished for it later, but the only thought that didn’t float away as soon as it appeared was the desire to swallow Robby down and make him feel as good as you felt. If his punched out groan had anything to say about it, you were successful.
You didn’t often compare dicks—everyone you had played with knew exactly how to use whatever size and girth they were endowed with. Robby was no exception. No matter what position he fucked you in or how long he had played with you before, he always managed to make each thrust feel like magic.
It was skillful the ways in which he managed to flex his hips to hit every spot that made stars dance behind your eyelids.
When he fucked your face…that was when you felt how he overwhelmed your mouth, making your jaw ache as you worked to stay open wide enough. The warm and salty feeling of his dick always managed to quiet the cacophony in your brain replacing it with the simple urge to be good for him.
Today was no different. The moment you hollowed out your cheeks to suck on his cock, you forgot about the pain radiating from your nipples and ass. Swirling your tongue around his head, you preened at the way he grunted and twitched under your ministrations.
Then, he pressed deeper. The best way to make you cry was for Robby to gag you on his dick. Not only was it the best way, it was Robby’s favorite way. He loved watched you drool and cry with his dick shoved into your throat.
“Swallow,” he commanded. You did your best, but felt a fresh wave of tears rolling down your face as saliva escaped and trailed down your face. “Look at my messy toy. So good. Made for me. Your throat has me like a vice. Fuck!”
Despite the lack of air, despite the tribulations you’d gone through over the past few hours, you loved hearing him slowly lose his composure because of you. He was the dominant. He controlled you in these moments, but he was just as affected by the way you submitted to him.
“Just for me,” he mumbled, almost to himself. “My toy. I own you.”
You doubled down on rolling your tongue on the underside of his cock, trying to focus on the sensitive underside of his head while swallowing him further down your throat.
“You’re so desperate for me. I’ll bet you’re soaked,” he continued. “My perfect little toy, getting so turned on by the sheer act of me using her. Do you like being used as my toy?”
You tried to nod, but his cock was spearing you so effectively, you could barely do more than accept his thrusts.
“You’d let me do anything to you,” he added. It was one of your favorite things he said. The idea that he would use and use and use you until you were nothing more than a set of holes for him to play with and put away when done.
“You’d let me hold you while I came down your throat,” he grunted.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
All that existed was Robby using you. All that existed was your body for him.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
You were made to make him feel good. You were made to be fucked by him.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
You could feel the strain on your body, shaking as each brutish thrust sent shockwaves through your bones. Each ruthless press of his dick against your throat elicited a new wave of wetness pouring down your thighs.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
There was hardly a you anymore. Just the singular goal to make sure Robby felt good. To be a good toy for him.
In. Out. In. Out…
Grabbing the back of your head, Robby held you flush against his pelvis while he shot load after load of his cum down your throat. Most of which you couldn’t swallow so it poured out of your mouth making a disgusting mess that Robby seemed to thrive on.
“What a dirty slut,” he grunted finally pulling out of your mouth.
You coughed and blinked away watery tears before realizing he wasn’t in front of you anymore. It was like you had developed a sixth sense for him and felt him circle you, a predator stalking his prey.
“How about a change of position?” Asked Robby.
“Yes sir,” you replied, sore throat and hoarse after his delicious abuse.
He helped you off the table and into a standing position. Your limbs were still shaking, either from the long time in one position or the intensity by which Robby manhandled you. He sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap, your back to his chest. With strong hands, he pulled your legs to either side of his, so he held you wide open.
The only thing that your fuzzy brain could focus on was how his skin felt against yours. His warmth seeped into your bones and you felt yourself droop against him.
A sharp slap to your still sore nipple made you gasp and arch away from him.
“You’re not done yet, toy,” Robby said. “You know how I love to make you cum after denying you for so long.”
Despite his words, his hands ran up the curves of your body until he began roughly kneading your tits making you wince and wiggle in his embrace. Soft winces and groans were the soundtrack to his actions. He whispered debauched things as he continued to knead and pull at your tits.
“Such a pretty display.”
“You love being my toy, don’t you?”
“You’re such a mess.”
“Think about all those people outside. What would they think if they saw my slutty little toy?”
“Do you want to cum?” He asked.
You couldn’t respond. All you could do was lay victim to his actions. Each sensation echoed through your arms, legs, throat. You throbbed with need. Need for any attention he’d dole out to you.
“Is my little toy blissed out?” He crooned. “I think she deserves to feel good. Hook your legs around mine.”
Without telling your body to move, you hooked your ankles around his calves. Then, to your surprise, he pushed you face first into the floor so your were face down, ass up, legs trapped so you couldn’t move, giving him a clear view of your cunt.
“If you move cum without permission, I’ll make you regret it,” he snapped savagely.
“Yes sir,” you said muffled by the carpet. Your arms didn’t seem to be working.
Robby ran a single finger up and down your soaking folds. There was hardly any friction as you were soaked.
“So wet,” Robby said, sounding almost awed. Without warning he plunged two fingers into you.
You were cocooned in an overwhelming feeling of rightness. This is what you were made for. To be a toy. To be wet and ready.
Two fingers turned into three and turned into four. You felt so full. Full of Robby. Full of purpose.
When the vibrator touched your clit, you spasmed violently, held only in place by gravity and Robby’s leg lock.
“There she is. There’s my responsive toy.”
Each thrust from his fingers catapulted you closer to the edge. You tried to say something. To warn Robby. To beg to cum. But as soon as you had the thought…
Overwhelming bliss.
You heard a distant shriek and your hips bucked against Robby as you came. His fingers never stopped and neither did the vibrator. Sharp white motes of pleasure arced through your body. You could tell you were shaking in Robby’s grasp but nothing was solid enough for you to hold on to.
It was like you were watching yourself from outside you body. Everything surely took place in your mind’s eye, but you felt and saw the voracious look on Robby’s face as he made you tremble for him. You were out of body, watching the man behind you destroy it in the best way.
Once you had sagged, still face first on the ground while Robby was four fingers deep in your cunt, he pulled the vibrator away and each of your locked muscles relaxed.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said. “Let’s get you up.”
One moment you were on the ground, the next you were curled in Robby’s lap as he stroked your back soothingly. He began to undo the chest harness. Time had truly ceased to exist. You still shivered against him, your body desperately trying to reach some kind of equilibrium after the intensity. Robby was murmuring praise and encouragement in your ear while you began to get control back of your body.
When you finally shifted on your own, Robby said,
“Thank god, I thought I broke you.”
“Not broken,” you managed. Your throat was still sore and you still were having a hard time concocting fully sentences. Instead of trying, you nuzzled against Robby’s neck enjoying the sensation of his beard against your skin.
There was a brief jostle and then you felt a blanket draped over you both. He held you tightly as your body calmed down. When the shaking finally stopped you were boneless, exhausted and ready to take a nap.
“How are you feeling?” Robby asked.
“Exhausted,” you whined. “That was crazy.”
“Bad crazy?”
“Absolutely not. I just don’t have words right now.”
“Let’s get cleaned up and some food in you and then see how you feel.”
Robby helped you stand and you both walked to his bathroom. You had to lean against the wall while Robby rinsed you off and gently cleaned you with a rag and body wash. Slowly, you managed to continue rinsing off your minimal make up and tear stain. Then you burrowed yourself back into Robby's grasp.
“Sorry, feeling needy,” you mumbled against his skin.
“Don’t apologize,” he replied just as soft.
Time again, didn’t feel solid enough for you to perceive but at some point, Robby pulled your spaced out body from under the water and dried you off with a fluffy towel. While you were standing, he rubbed the spanking salve over your ass and thighs, soothing the ache you barely felt.
Then, tucked into him on the couch he said: “I’m going to order the pizza. Sleep. I’ll wake you up when food gets here.”
“You’re so good to me,” is what you tried to say, but only managed:
“You’re so good…”
You had already fallen asleep and couldn’t see Robby’s full body blush and near panic stricken face at your words.
It wasn’t that you had said the words or he had interpreted them to mean something they did not. No, Robby just couldn’t fathom anyone stringing those words together in reference to him. You didn’t know anything about his life and yet he felt his inadequacies oozing from every pore in his body. If he were a better man, he wouldn’t tarnish anyone like this.
You were curled into his side, eyes shut and completely vulnerable. For some reason, you trusted him with such intimacies. He knew that he was responsible. He was not taking risks with your safety. With you, he was at peace for some of the only moments of his week.
He physically shook his head, rubbing the still damp hair at the back of his head. He promised you food, and he knew he couldn’t fuck that up. (Probably.)
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Pairing: fem!reader x Robby
Summary: Both overwhelmed and needing an outlet from real life, you and Robby enter into an arrangement.
Tags: explicit bdsm dynamics, tied up, rope, flogging, praise kink, shibari, vibrator, piv, objectification, reader referred to as “toy”, no explicit aftercare (but it does happen, just a plot point for later.
WC: 6.5k
a/n: you can find the sources I utilized for the research process in the masterlist. Also, DO NOT use this as instructional content for any kind of bdsm dynamic. There's a lot I didn't explicitly state for narrative purposes.
Chapter Summary: A first meeting and first scene.
You saw him sitting at a corner table near the back of the mostly empty coffee shop. It was 8pm, too late for most people to want to sit in a coffee shop and chat. Most of the patrons had on headphones or were entranced in their own work. Based on his profile with the local club, you knew exactly what Michael Robinavitch looked like. He had used his professional headshot as one of his photos which made you laugh more than was probably kind.
He had kind eyes and soft smile. After a few bad experiences, you had learned to read profiles and men decently well. Michael–Robby according to his profile and references–was not giving off dangerous red flags. Though he certainly struck you as a man who had more commitment issues than an overused piece of tape, deeply unwilling to stick around.
“Robby?” you asked.
He was startled out of his trance, looking at his phone. It seemed like he was answering emails.
“Hi, yes, hi,” he said standing.
“Can I sit?” you asked. He seemed easily flustered, so you felt confident taking the lead for now. Ironic considering what the meetup was for.
“Yes, please. Can I get you a coffee?”
“No, it’s far too late for me to have caffeine. I ordered a tea on the way in,” you told him. Before you sat, your name was called across the mostly empty space. “Be right back.”
Robby nodded and fiddled with his phone while you went to grab your drink.
“He’s cute,” the barista said, winking at you. “First date?”
“Yeah,” you replied. It was basically the same thing.
“He tipped very well,” she added. You snorted and couldn’t help a genuine smile blooming on your face.
“That is very good to hear,” you said. “Promising.”
“Good luck,” she told you.
When you made your way back to Robby, he was fiddling with a handful of papers—they looked like the documents you sent him last week. A streamlined way to see if you were both compatible.
Prior to meeting in person, you both had chatted over the phone a few times. Each conversation had been light, about nothing in particular. Though, of course, you’d both discussed dynamics—what you needed and wanted, what safety rules you both wanted in place. It was another way to determine if you both were compatible.
You suspected you were, but it was better to get everything out in the open first.
“The barista seems to like you. She said you tip well,” you told him sitting down across from him.
There was a slight flush to his cheeks as he said, “Just good manners.”
“I agree,” you replied simply. “Do you want to do small talk or jump in?”
He gave you an amused look. “You are very straightforward.”
He had said the same thing on your second phone call.
“I don’t like to waste time,” you shrugged. “We both know why we’re here.”
He snorted ruefully. “Everytime I’m meeting with someone new, I feel like a blushing virgin and not someone who has been doing this for years.”
You could relate. It tended to be why you resorted to such frank forthrightness.
“Why did your last partnership end?” you asked simply.
“He wasn’t interested in something casual anymore,” Robby replied. “You?”
“I moved to Pittsburgh for work,” you said. “Four hours to Philly seems a little much even for something like this.”
“What did you like about the arrangement?”
You leaned back and tapped a finger on the cardboard cup of tea in your hands. “Good question. I liked how clearly we communicated. There was a shared calendar—”
Robby let out a surprised laugh, which you couldn’t help but smile at.
“—and he was very good at making my brain go quiet for a little while. What about you?”
“This is going to sound awful, but he teared up very easily and I liked how willing he was to trust me, follow my directions. I’m not...brat taming isn’t my thing.”
“No, it doesn’t seem like it would be,” you hummed, taking a sip of your drink.
Robby didn’t shrink under your gaze, but he certainly understood how someone might find you intimidating. It was an interesting juxtaposition considering what they were here to discuss. It didn’t take a psych consult to figure out that in your real life you’re clearly in charge and for just a moment you didn’t want to be.
“Should we?” he asked vaguely, gesturing to the papers he had printed out and filled out over a restless weekend off.
“Of course,” you replied, sitting up straight. You pulled out your own tablet and said, “I think based on our online communication it’s clear we have similar interests, but I’d like to be a little more in depth. Mainly about safety aspects.”
This was comfortable territory for Robby, so he said. “I prefer the stoplight system. It’s reliable and something familiar for most people.”
“Agreed,” you said.
For the next half hour the two of you discussed, frankly, limits and dislikes, including aftercare and the procedure for safe wording. Then you slid over your tablet—an electronic version of what Robby filled out, what you had called a link checklist—was in front of him. It looked remarkably similar to his own. He’d “played” with subs who had similar likes and dislikes to him, obviously, that was the point. But the two of you were almost one-to-one.
“I can email it to you,” you said.
Getting emailed a kink checklist felt…strange, too vulnerable perhaps.
“I’d prefer things like this not be done where someone might be able to hack them,” he said.
“Fair point,” you nodded. “Can I also request one more thing before we make a final call?”
“Could we do a…I guess I would call it a chemistry check. As illuminating as this has been, it isn’t what I would call…” you trailed off.
“Hot?” Robby asked with a small grin.
“Exactly,” you replied, laughing with a level of self awareness that eased Robby’s nerves.
“I’m happy to do that, I don’t have work tomorrow morning,” he told you. “If you’re comfortable, I’m happy to take you back to mine or yours and we can go from there.”
Your stomach swooped with a familiar glee.
“I think that sounds like a good plan.”
You did have work tomorrow, but a little sleep deprivation never hurt anyone. The barista sent you a charming thumbs up when the two of you walked out together. If only she knew.
Robby took you back to his place, you weren’t quite ready for a man you barely knew to know your address, and when you said that, Robby didn’t hesitate. As much as this was a chemistry check, you were also well aware that someone can seem very normal until they don’t. You wanted to test the waters and see if he would respect boundaries before you let him have too much control.
It wasn’t hard to figure out that Robby was exactly what you were hoping for. He let you inside of his house, smaller than you were expecting and emptier too, but he offered you something to drink, non-alcoholic. For a few minutes you both sat on his leather couch and talked about your jobs. His as chief attending of an ER, you as an engineer.
“I’m the lead in for the second largest team in the company. You can imagine how delightful that is,” you laughed.
“It makes your dynamic preferences clear,” he laughed.
“What about you? Aren’t you also in charge?”
Robby debated on how much to share. It was the first real conversation that you both were having. Over the course of a relationship dynamic like this, you both would likely become friendly—friends even, but emotional vulnerability never came easily to Robby.
“I am, but it’s not like I’m in control,” he said. “Just because I can reset bones and stop bleeding, stabilize people, doesn’t mean that it actually changes much.”
“Ah, so you need whatever you say to actually happen,” you stated.
“Yes.”
You looked down at your glass of water, then said, “Tell me what you want right now.”
“I want to kiss you,” he said plainly. You grinned at him and shucked off your blazer. “I didn’t say to take off your clothes.”
You slid the oversized blazer back on over your shoulders. Despite sitting a couch cushion away from him, his assessing gaze on you made you feel like you were on your knees in front of him. God, you really wanted to be on your knees in front of him.
“What do you want me to do?” you asked, almost breathless. This was the fun part and it hadn’t even started in earnest.
“I want you to come sit on my lap, facing me,” he said softly.
You sat your sweating cup on the coffee table and rose on shaky legs. Placing a hand on his shoulder, to help keep your balance, you swung a leg over him and settled down on his thighs. There was only a miniscule amount of distance between your core and his growing erection.
“Hands on your thighs, don’t move them unless I say,” he commanded softly.
“Yes sir,” you replied.
There was a satisfied look on his face at your response. With gentle hands, Robby pulled your hair away from your face. Holding your bundled hair in one fist, he cupped your cheek softly. His hand was far larger than your cheek and his fingers were pressed into the hairline near your ear. The contact was relaxing and exciting all at once. All you needed to do is wait for him to tell you what to do.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pulling you down to his lips. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Please,” you breathed.
When your lips met, it was a soft, teasing touch. The contact was chaste, just a simple caress of his lips on yours before he pulled away. Mouth agape, you tried to follow him, but he gently pulled your hair to keep your stationary. With a heaving chest, you watched him study you and your reactions. You wondered what he was thinking. You wondered what he saw. More than either of those, you wondered if he was going to let you kiss him again.
“Tell me,” he began. Your eyes locked back on his, and you realized that you were staring at his lips. In a different time and place, you might have been embarrassed about your one-track mind. But this was the point—the intimate connection and control that you had so desperately sought out as a hope for some level of relaxation. “How do you feel right now?”
“Buzzy,” you said. “I want to kiss you more.”
“That’s what you want, not what you feel,” he corrected softly. His thumb was tracing the outline of your bottom lip.
“I feel excited, I feel the pull of your fist on my hair and I want you to pull harder. My lips still tingle.”
“Do you like your hair pulled?” he asked.
“A lot,” you said. He responded by tugging a little harder, a punched out sigh escaped your mouth.
“Can I kiss you again?” Robby asked.
“Please,” you replied, nodding as much as you could with the firm grip he had on your hair.
Using his hands to guide you back down, the next kiss was more intense. There was a split second where his lips simply pressed against yours, but then he used his tongue to trace the seem of your lips. Eagerly, you let him lick into your mouth. He hummed and you could feel the sound travel through your body and land in your core, thick with desire.
He hadn’t told you that you could touch him, but you wanted to desperately. No matter your desperation, you wanted far more to please him—to do exactly what he said and have him do whatever he wanted to your body. Clothes weren’t coming off tonight, you both had made that clear, but as he kissed down your neck, pulling your hair taut to bare your neck to him.
His scruff tickled your skin and you hoped at some point to feel some sort of beard burn on your body. Robby was your older and more experienced than your last scene partner by about ten years. The way he dissolved you into a trembling mess on his lap with a few controlling gestures and his lips certainly had you convinced that experience really did matter sometimes.
Far too soon, he pulled away from your skin. You wanted to chase after his touch, but he still held you firmly.
“Please,” you breathed.
“Please what?”
“I want more,” you nearly whined.
“More?” He prompted.
“I want to touch you,” you said. Your breath was coming in gasps and while Robby seemed excited (if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by), you were magnetized, constantly feeling the pull of his touch.
“Not tonight,” he said, softly. His hand on your hair let go and the tingly pull on your scalped eased to a delicious and soft throb. Gently, he toyed with your lip, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. Your mouth opened.
Either by accident or his purposeful movement was far too subtle for your kiss drunk brain to pick up on, his thumb slipped into your mouth. Without his direction, you swirled your tongue over the digit, sucking slightly. His pupils dialted suddenly, zero-ing in on where his digit disappeared in your mouth. When he pulled it out, far too soon in your opinion, you couldn’t help but place a small kiss on the pad of his thumb. He chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your now free lips.
“How is the chemistry?” he asked, fully knowing the answer.
“Better than I could have expected,” you said truthfully.
“I can’t help but agree. I’m working the next four days, but are you available Sunday?”
“I am,” you said.
“Do you feel comfortable doing an actual scene, or do you want ease in some more?”
You thought about it for a moment. The logical choice was to ease in some more, but you didn’t want logic. You wanted to suck Robby’s dick until he saw stars. And maybe have him call you good girl while you were at it.
“Maybe a simple scene,” you said. “I want more of this. But I want you to be way more controlling.”
“Okay, I can do that. You don’t have to, especially this early on in our dynamic, but I would love it if you edged until we met again.”
“Fuck,” you breathed.
You couldn’t prove it, but you knew he intentionally bumped your core with his growing erection. It felt so good that you closed your eyes for just a moment. You would be well within your rights to deny him. Without a shadow of a doubt, you knew he wouldn’t push you and wouldn’t be upset. Yet, you wanted the build up and anticipation.
“Yes, yeah,” you finally said. “What do you want me to edge to?”
“I want you edge to a different fantasy each night and text them to me,” he said, softly caressing your cheek.
“You want me to do your job for you?” You asked grinning. He chuckled and you enjoyed seeing the smile lines on his somber face.
“Careful,” he warned. “I don’t like brats.”
“Only one edge?” You asked.
“Only one.”
“Text you afterwards or the next morning?”
“Afterwards. Please don’t text me something horny before I go to work,” he laughed.
“Can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want that.”
“I have a distinct impression that you’ll be able to get me going no matter what I have going on,” he replied.
“Flattering,” you replied smiling.
“Start tonight. Edge and then tell me what you fantasized about,” he said.
“Yes sir,” you breathed.
With another soft kiss on your lips, he helped you off his lap and to the front door. Your legs were a little shaky; despite the intensity you were still fully of sound mind to call a ride share and get back to your apartment. Robby watched as you got into the car and stayed out on his porch until the taillights of your ride disappeared around the corner.
Robby was getting ready for bed when his phone buzzed. Toothbrush awkwardly hanging out of his mouth, he looked down and saw it was a text from you:
“One edge completed. I am dripping. I’ll need a fucking bath towel to clean up. Fantasized about you making me hump your leg until I came. You kept asking who owned my cunt.”
Robby: And in this fantasy, what did you say.
You: That you owned it.
Robby: Good girl. Looking forward to seeing you on Sunday.
He couldn’t help but send you a link in the text thread. When you clicked on it, a shared calendar event populated in your calendar and despite the ache between your legs, you couldn’t help but feel a little charmed.
-- -- --
[Thursday, 10:41pm]
You: Second edge.
Robby: How do you feel?
You: Frustrated. I almost didn’t pull away fast enough
Robby: How did you edge? Toy, fingers?
You: Toy, one of those vibrators that has a dildo component. Except it’s suction, not vibration.
Robby: Do you not like vibrators?
You: I do, I can just go numb quickly. The air/suction ones keep me more sensitive.
Robby: And what did you fantasize about tonight?
You: You holding me down using the toy on me until I cry.
Robby: Tell me more. Be specific.
You: You surprised me and caught me masturbating without your permission. Instead of making me stop, you tied me to the bed and made me cum over and over again. You said I was prettiest when I was crying because of you.
Robby: I’ll bet you look gorgeous when you cry. Especially when I cause it.
You: Will you make me cry on Sunday?
Robby: I guess you’ll have to wait and see.
[Friday, 11:45pm]
Robby: Have you edged yet?
You: Friend came over for dinner and just left. I need to clean my kitchen before doing anything else otherwise it will haunt me.
You: The only thing I want to haunt me is you
You: (Upon re-read, I don’t think that’s as sexy as I was hoping for.)
Robby: I think is was charming.
You: Oof. Charming. Just shoot me next time, it would hurt less.
Robby: Clean your kitchen.
You: Yes, sir
[12:37 am]
You: Third edge completed. I have been thinking about it all day.
Robby: The edge or the fantasy?
You: Both. I thought about you making me cockwarm you with my mouth while you do whatever an overwork doctor does in the evening. The whole time you keep a vibrator in me on low, just enough to keep me wet. Then you fuck me until you cum, leaving me denied.
Robby: “Whatever an overworked doctor does in the evening”?
You: lmao that’s what you’re focusing on? Not the part where I fantasized about being your own personal sex toy?
Robby: Well, not anymore.
You: Hmm, I’ll have to come up with something sexier tomorrow night then.
Robby: Like what?
You: Haven’t decided yet.
[Saturday 10:28pm]
You: Fourth edge done.
Robby: Fantasy?
You: So here’s the thing.
You: I am horny as fuck.
You: The fantasy got about as far as sitting on your lap with your hand on my throat before I had to wrench my vibrator away before I came.
Robby: Fuck. That’s so hot.
You: I am really looking forward to tomorrow.
-- -- --
Mentally, you had understood that Robby liked rope. He liked being exact. He liked trussing you up and ensuring you stayed exactly where he left you. Most of your previous partners hadn’t cared much for rope—though on the occasions you were bound was minority—it was exciting and felt like it opened up a metaphorical plug at the bottom of your foot and let all the negative energy and anxiety of life release.
When you had first arrived at Robby’s desperately horny after a week of edging, he didn’t undress you. He barely touched you. Instead, for the first thirty minutes, he kissed you on the couch—holding your wrists firmly in one hand after you reached for him.
“Do you want to know what’s going to happen?” He asked you in between kisses.
“No, I like the surprise,” you said.
“Can I get a verbal consent for a couple things?”
“Always,” you said.
“You’re of sound mind and body?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I’m mentally and physically healthy to the best of my knowledge.”
“Perfect,” he said kissing you.
“Do you mind calling me “sir”, during scenes?”
“Yes sir,” you grinned.
His thumb brushed against your cheek as he cupped your jaw. You let yourself lean into the contact.
“You gave me a list of things you didn’t want to be called but can I ask permission to call you ‘toy’?” He inquired.
No one had called you that before. You had done some light objectification scenes, but “toy” was intriguing.
“I’d like to try and I’ll yellow-out if I don’t like it,” you determined.
Robby grinned and continued his ministrations. None of which progressed further south than your neck. When you were convinced that one more press of his lips might make you cum there and then, he released you.
Unmoored.
That’s how it felt to be let go by his hands. You barely held in a whimper than was threatening to leave.
And in your hazy desperation to be held, wrapped up tight, you had allowed your trust and previous foresight to let you operate on autopilot. Robby had commanded you to follow him, so you did.
With one last searing kiss, he began to strip you. It was almost perfunctory. He didn’t spend much time reveling at you. At first, you felt the licks of insecurity inch up your spine but then you saw Robby pull red rope from the top of his dresser and he began to talk.
“I think I’ll start with a basic chest harness…” it was almost as if he was speaking to himself as he began to wrap and loop rope over and around your skin. The soft rope felt silky against your pebbling skin.
“A beautiful canvass,” he muttered again.
The chest harness turned into an arm binding tie, you arms pulled behind your back, forcing your shoulders into a slightly uncomfortable position. The kiss of the top began to wind from the tops of your arms to the wrists.
After he completed the tie, Robby stood in front of you and his eyes blazed. It was lust, most evidently, but behind that was a hint of possession and ownership you thrived so much on. He had checked in throughout the tying, and now that he stood in front of you—jeans, bare feet, and simple black tshirt while you stood naked and tied in front of him—you found yourself asking,
“Have I been good so far, sir?”
You knew you had, but watching his already wide pupils blow out was nothing short of satisfying.
“You’ve been perfect,” he whispered tucking and errant strand of your hair behind your ears. “And what about my performance? Any notes?”
“None,” you whispered. “Other than I’m excited to see where this goes.”
As much as you enjoyed the dominating and possessive air of him, the preening at your compliment had you discovering that your new dom had a praise kink. It was information you planned to use at every opportunity. As much as subs wanted to get a good grade in submission (whatever form that may take), dominants also wanted to get a good grade in domination.
“How do you feel about partial suspension?” Robby asked you.
The tip of his finger ran from your ear, down your neck, following the swell of your breast slightly benefited by the chest harness, gently circling your nipple. You inhaled and stared up at him.
“Whatever you want, sir,” you said feeling the electric thrum through your body. “I would love to feel more of your rope work on me.”
When talking with Robby online and at the coffee shop you had been frank with your enjoyment of sensation play, wanting to “earn” your orgasm, and desperation to be the willing puppet for somebody’s string. Now, standing in front of him, you wished he would add more. And he did.
First, he uncovered two hooks on the ceiling hidden away by fake smoke alarms. (The real one was blinking a cheerful green by the door). He had you stand on your toes—just slightly and skid some kind of block under your heel while he ensured you chest and arm bindings were secured to his ceiling. While propped up, he gently grasped your left leg and began to wind rope around it.
“Nothing too tight? Nothing pinching?”
“Feels really, really nice. I’ve never been tied up like this,” you told him.
He smiled at you and you were desperate for him to grin at you again.
He narrated his actions while worked. His voice soothed and relaxed you. As horny as you were, you felt pliant under his hands. You felt secured. At one point he mentioned the tie was called a spiral futomomo. Your knee was bent and your leg was pulled against itself, so your heel was pressed against your butt. Once secured, he tied it to the same rigging as your chest harness. So you couldn’t close your legs, it was propped open at a 45° angle leaving you completely bare before him.
Without warning, Robby kicked the block from under you and you were forced to stand awkwardly on your toes of one foot. You couldn’t help but giggle. He grabbed your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.
“What’s so funny?” His tone was dark but you could see the mirth dancing in his eyes.
“I’m excited,” you replied grinning. Robby gave you a smile that was equal parts charmed and foreboding.
“You’ll have to tell me if that’s how you feel after I show you what’s next.”
A blindfold was slid over your eyes and you bit your lip in anticipation. Hearing Robby moving around but being unsure of what he was doing made your nerves stand on edge. You kept swaying, trying to keep your balance. At one point, he lightly nudged you and watched as you fall and then struggle to get your one foot back under you.
He had barely even touched you and yet you were soaked. Finally, you felt the cool touch of a leather flogger trailing against the skin on your back.
“Do you know what this is?” Robby asked quietly, you had to strain to hear him.
“Flogger,” you replied.
A sharp pinch on your nipple elicited a gasp as Robby pinched, pulled and turned before saying, “Try that again, respectfully please.”
“Sorry, sir!” You exclaimed quickly. “It’s a flogger, sir.”
You heaved as Robby released you and said, “Yes, good girl. Your notes were thorough. You told me what kind of flogger you liked, where and how hard to hit you. Makes my job easier. Do you like knowing you made my job easier?”
“Yes sir,” you replied still cloaked in darkness, shivering as the leather traced against your bare skin.
You heard it before you felt it: the flogger, a thick and thuddy one. The first touch was light, barely any force behind it and landed firmly on the fatty part of your ass. Slowly Robby worked his way around your body, acclimating you to the sensation before increasing the force until you were dancing in your spot trying to keep your balance and avoid the sharp stingy in the flogger. Periodically Robby checked in with you and all you cheated was:
“Green, green, green.”
Even though you couldn’t see, you knew Robby was grinning at you.
Each impact of the leather sent a shock of sensation through you. No longer did you care about work projects or whatever new issues your family had. You didn’t care that your neighbors were up until the early hours of the morning fucking the past four days. The only thing that existed in this moment was your body and the flogger Robby kept thudding against your skin.
“Look at how your skin responds to me,” he murmured. Each time he forwent a strike to cares your skin, it still made you jump. No matter the skin color of his subs, there was always a response to each strike. He enjoyed watching color bloom across their skin. To feel the heat radiating off the contact he caused.
“Please hit me more, sir,” you breathed, nearly shaking with anticipation.
“Does my toy want me to play with her more?”
“Yes sir. Desperately.”
“Desperately, hmm?”
A sharp strike landed on your left tit.
“Thank me for each one,” he commanded.
“Yes sir,” you replied.
Smack. Your right tit. “Thank you, sir.”
SMACK. Much harder back on your left tit. You groaned and nearly lost your balance again. “Thank you, sir.”
This continued you until it was second nature to thank him for each hit. Your voice barely sounding like it came from you at time.
The location and strength of each impact moved and changed keeping you guessing. There was no way for your fried brain to know what was going to happen next.
That’s why a soft, but not teasing, impact between your legs had you releasing a sharp gasp. Desperately you tried to pull at your rigging to keep your sensitive pussy away from him.
“Thank me,” he said harshly. “Thank me for playing with my toy’s pussy.”
You inhaled deeply trying to catch your breath. “Thank you for playing with your toy’s pussy, sir.”
But this had been Robby’s goal. There was clearly no way for your tied up body to escape. Instead of moving on, each hit landed between your legs, mostly against the dripping and overwhelmed skin of your cunt.
With tremendous effort you managed to thank him after each strike. Only losing your balance once.
One particularly sharp hit elicited an embarrassing squeak, making Robby chuckle.
“Was that too hard, toy?”
“I don’t know, sir. It felt…a lot but I could handle more.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, ghosting his lips across your collar bone. He was still laughing at you.
The sound bounced around your body warming you. It was a dark and pleased chuckle. Like he was enjoying playing with his food before he ate it.
He started up again, telling you not to thank him anymore. You were relieved that you no longer had focus on it. However, he began to smack the leather against your cunt with moderate ferocity coupled with no breaks.
“I love the way you dance for me,” Robby said. You felt like a puppet being manipulated with his strings.
There was one last eye water hit against your sex before he gently smoothed your skin.
“You handled that so good for me. Such a good toy,” he praised. Fuck that shouldn’t make you so went and yet here you were.
You swayed, mostly held up by the ropes and trusses in the ceiling, but making a valiant effort nonetheless. Your non-tied leg was shaking harder than a leaf. It was almost a relief when you heard Robby say,
“Want to play a game?”
“Yes,” you hissed as he ran a soothing hand over your ass. You realized your mistake before he said anything and quickly went, “Yes sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured against your ear. His chest was pressed up against you. Even though all the rope that bound you, you could still feel him.
He had taken off his shirt at some point, so when you leaned back against him, your tied up arms felt his naked torso. You craved the knowledge of what he felt like pressed against you. His skin was warm, a little sweaty. There was a smattering of hair across his torso—more than you would have guessed.
Before he moved away to explain whatever game he had concocted, he wrapped both arms around you and ran his hands over your warm and tingling skin.
“I’m going to lower you, okay?” He said. You nodded and with one arm around your waist, he released whatever rigging he had concocted that kept you on your toes.
The relief in your calf and leg was immediate and you groaned. A warm, self satisfied chuckle echoed in your ear; your head had lolled back on his shoulder. He continued to help support you while the shaking of your leg died down.
Throughout all of this, his hands wandered against you. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thigh. A sharp breath hissed out of you when his fingers got close to your core. Careening hips chased after his touch and a new dark chuckle was pulled from his throat.
Despite your position, you were leaning against him in such a way that you couldn’t feel his crotch. You couldn’t tell if you were affecting him the same way he was affecting you. The power differential—the idea that he might be toying with cold and dispassionate, treating you like a simple object sent a fresh wave of want through your body.
“Please,” you finally croaked.
“So she does speak,” he cooed gently in your ear. “You’re one of the most silent subs I’ve ever had.”
“Sorry, sir,” you gasped as his fingers toyed with your nipples.
“If never had to work so hard to read a sub,” he continued. “Don’t worry, we can train that out of you. I want you to scream my name. Not today, though. No that training will take awhile.”
Thank god for the rigging otherwise you’d be a pile of goo on the floor with the way the timbre of his musing made you shiver and weak. Realistically, you weren’t sure you could make more noise, but fuck the idea of him training you to be more vocal was hot.
He slowly moved away from you making sure that you had your own weight before fully pulling away. The cool air against your back was disconcerting after feeling his heat for so long. Each drawer opening and sound of rustling made you desperate to know what he was doing. The anticipation made your nerves stand on end.
“Here’s the game," he said quietly. The sound of a vibrator turning on immediately perked you up. “Oh, is that what my little toy wants? Does she want me to play with her pussy?”
You nod and a sharp slap to your tit made you inhale sharply before saying, “Yes sir.”
“I want you to repeat it back to me,” he said. “Tell me you're a toy that wants me to play with you.”
“I’m a toy that wants Sir to play with her. Please,” you whined. “Please touch your toy, sir.”
A harsh breath exhaled from Robby’s mouth. “God, what a perfect toy I’ve found.”
To your surprise, he leaned down and kissed you. The euphoria of his praise coupled with the press of his lips made you preen and tremble under him. Without warning, the vibrator was placed against your clit. Despite your silence most times, a squeak was yanked from your throat as the vibrator touched you.
All the pent up arousal and energy had a release. While kissing Robby, the man licking in and out of your mouth, nibbling and biting against your neck, he continued to hold the vibrator against you. It wasn’t long until you felt the tell tale feeling that started deep in your pelvis and radiated outward. Pulling away from Robby, you managed to gasp,
“Please sir, can I come?”
“Does my toy want to come for me?” He asked in a taunting tone.
“Yes sir, your toy wants to come,” you hissed, hips grinding against the vibrator.
“I don’t think so,” he said, pulling it away. Your whine was sharp and louder than either of you were expecting. “Poor toy.”
“Please sir, your toy wants to come so bad,” you pleaded, still thrumming from the pent up energy that never released.
“Remember that game?” He asked. You nodded. “If you can reach the vibrator you can come.”
At first, you weren’t sure what he meant, but then you realized he had released your tight securing ties to the ceiling allowing you a hop in one direction or another. You still had a short leash, but you could move.
It took a second for you to figure out what he wanted, but then you heard the vibrator click on again just in front of you. Awkwardly, still tied up and attached to a hook in the ceiling, you tried to move forward towards the sound.
The ghost of the vibrator was felt against your mound. You tried to move your hips to get closer, contorting your body uncomfortably. You managed to get a few seconds of direct contact before losing your balance and falling away. The vibrator turned off.
“Aww,” Robby intoned mockingly. “Did you lose your balance?”
The next time you heard it, the sound was to your left. And the pattern continued. Each time you fell (or were pushed), Robby faked sympathy for you. It unfortunately just increased how hot the situation was.
When Robby had been behind you, making you bend over awkwardly, you’d almost managed to cum, your body sweating and on edge after your terrible game of vibrator hide and seek.
“Please sir,” you begged. “Can your toy cum?”
“No,” Robby replied and he gently nudged you so you lost your balance, only being held up by the rope. To your surprise you felt tears building at the corners of your eyes. It was a combination of frustration and desperation.
“Please sir,” you croaked. “Can your toy cum? Your toy is desperate. Please.”
“Color?” Robby asked sharply, clearly hearing the building emotion in your voice.
You thought for a minute and said, “Green, but close to yellow.”
“Understood. You’re such a good toy for checking in with me,” he said. “My toy wants to come then?”
“Yes sir, so bad.”
“What if I want my dick to be in my toy when she’s cums?” He asked.
“Yes,” you hissed. “Yes please sir.”
You felt the rigging being unwound. Your leg was released, falling against your nontied thigh with a thud. Robby quickly unwound the rope that secured your heel to your ass, but left the ties around your leg. You suspected it would take a long time to fully unwind. He then released you from the hook and kept your arm binding and chest harness on.
Slowly he had you walk, awkwardly as blood flow was returning to your muscles at full strength, and eventually bent you over the side of his bed. His bedding was soft and it was a relief to relax into something. There was a distant hum as Robby fiddled behind you. You weren’t short, but the bed was too low to get a good angle, so he propped your hips on a firm foam pillow.
With your arms still behind your back, there was nothing you could do except let him manhandle you. And you loved it.
“Comfortable?” He asked.
“Really good, sir,” you said. “I like the pillow.”
“That’s good, the only thing I want you to feel is what I do to you.”
A single finger ran through your folds. You gasped silently against his bed, body twitching under his touch. The crinkle of the condom was the only warning you got before he plunged into you. It was a surprise but you were so wet there was no need to stretch or warm you up. Not to mention the night before you’d fucked yourself on a dildo for this very reason.
“Oh fuck,” Robby groaned. “You're so wet. More wet than I thought.”
He was right. There were sloppy wet sounds coming from your pussy as he slowly pushed himself into you.
A slow luxurious thrust made happy dancing sparks jump around your nerves. You felt yourself pushing back against him as he began to fuck you languidly and deeply. Even without clitorial stimulation, you felt the building of an orgasm.
“My toy feels so good,” Robby hummed, only half paying attention. “Do you know what would make me feel even better?”
“What, sir?”
“I want to feel your wet cunt milk me,” he said before pulling you up by your chest harness. Your back was awkwardly bent to make sure his dick stayed firmly lodged inside of you, and then the vibrator was pressed against your clit again.
Each drag of his dick against your sensitive walls—feeling so full and warm—made the vibration against your clit more intense. You found yourself trying to stave off the orgasm for just a bit longer, everything felt too good. You likened it to a good massage or saving the best bite of desert for last.
If this was desert, Robby pounding into you was the bite you didn’t want to end.
The almost angry grunting from Robby behind you as he drilled into your pussy, the hum of the vibrator, the delicious shocks as your body was treated so roughly, but with such care made you want to stay in this moment forever
Note to self, you thought, there a fantasy there about the torture of a never ending almost-orgasm.
“I want my toy to cum on my dick,” Robby all but growled in your ear.
That had always been your weakness. Whenever previous partners had commanded you to come, especially when you were this close already, your body had no choice to obey.
The moment you crested every muscle in your body locked up and somehow you arched even more. A sharp inhale was all you did verbally but you knew the trembling and tightness made it very evident. More than that, the long groan from Robby indicated your pussy had clamped down hard against him.
The rope, the thrumming of your skin from your flogging, the vibrator, the way Robby called you a “toy”, all melded together in your fuck-drunk brain sending zings and spark throughout your system. You could feel the orgasm in your finger tips.
He didn’t remove the vibrator and you began to tremble with stimulation.
“Fucking…fuck,” he groaned. “She’s so tight. What a good pussy.”
No one had ever talked about your body like that. Like your pussy was separate from you. Turns out, you kinda liked it. You really needed to give more thought to the objectification thing. You were still milking him when he finally turned off the vibrator letting your clenched muscles finally relax.
“I’m going to fuck you until I cum, toy,” he said pushing you back down on the bed.
With his hand holding onto your harness, he pounded you, extending the orgasm flutters that normally lasted a few extra seconds. But Robby’s dick continually thrusting against your already sensitive cunt made you twitch and clench against him.
“Thank you, sir,” you chanted repeatedly. You weren’t sure for what, but it felt so important to thank him.
If his heavy pants and groans were anything to judge by, he was also enjoying it.
“Such a good toy,” he said, the force of him brutal and unrelenting. “Made for me and my enjoyment. Letting me play with her pussy like this. The same pussy milking me begging me to cum in her.”
“Please sir. Please use me. Please,” you whined trying to meet his thrusts again, but the orgasm had sapped your strength.
“So close,” he grunted.
Then he thrusted once, twice and then buried himself deep in your clenching pussy as he came.
His long groan made you smile. You had done that. You had made him lose himself like that.
“Thank you, sir, for using me,” you said.
You knew without a shadow of a doubt this was going to be a good dynamic.
the timeline where rabbot adopts a baby and hires a live in nanny once robby comes back from his sebaticle/paternity leave
Get caught up on Nanny!Reader - pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt. 4, pt.5
cw - age gap, power imbalance, accidental voyeurism, dub con
shoutout @promotional-dvd for helping me brainstorm this
Working for the Abbot-Robinavitch family was a dream. Poppy had taken a liking to you from your first meeting. Robby had taken paternity leave in combonation with his sebbaticle to spend time with the baby, but with about a month of time left. They'd found you fairly early in their search, were confident you were the right choice after seeing the way you and the 8 month old clicked, and after your trial week was over you got your stuffed moved in.
The basement suite was all yours, complete with a small kitchentte, though the two men never minded you joining them for meals. Your hours could be a bit rough sometimes with their wildly conflicting schedules, but you were always compensated for it. If you had to work on your off days or overtime then you'd see the boost on your pay stub. They'll approve any time off as long as you give them enough notice to arrange for their backup. You've certainly worked for worse families.
They were also hot as hell.
You'd noticed during the interview - obviously. Not that it mattered, they were both gay and completely infatuated with each other. But a girl can oogle her bosses from afar.
On his off days in the summer, Jack will often work out shirtless in the backyard leading to you feeding Poppy in front of the window so she can "get get some sun." Robby has an old motorcycle that he doesn't use anymore but is sentimentally attached to. The days that he works on it in the garage, you'll take Poppy so you can…foster her interest in mechanical engineering.
All in all, it was a good job.
Robby tries to give him and Jack the same time off as much as he can- one of the perks of "running purgatory" or so he says - but you'll often work their first day off so they can recuiperate.
You stretch, getting out of bed and quickly doing your morning routine so you can check up on Poppy. You walk up the stairs. The stairway opens up to a circular floor, with Poppy's nursery on one side, the master bedroom on the other side. You'd only been in there a handful times when explicitly instructed, but the door was cracked open which was odd.
Sometimes, one of the men will tend to Poppy if she's woken up early, which is why you walk up to the door, peering inside.
You gasp at the sight.
Jack, in all his naked glory on top of his husband. You can't see Robby's face, with his head at the foot of the bed, fingers blanching the skin of Jack's hips while the gray haired man rocks himself back and forth on Robby's cock. You can hear the the little whimpers spilling from Robby from your spot.
You need leave. Every instinct is telling you to turn around and pretend this never happened. And yet, you can't get your feet to move.
Jack's got his head back in pure ecstasy, hips moving with practiced ease.
"Baby," Robby murmurs, "Don't tease me. Missed you so bad."
"'Mm, I'm right here, Rob," Jack's hand is lazily stroking his cock. You bite your lip, shiver running down your spine at the sight of the buglging veins, the leaking pre-cum.
And then, his head lulls forward and you're met with his piercing gaze. You're expecting him to yell, to call you a pervert and fire you on the spot. The best job you've ever had gone, becuase you were horny for your bosses. You're going to have to change your name and move to Missouri.
Instead, he smiles, never dropping eye contact as he picks up the pace.
"C'mon handsome," he taps Robby on the cheek, "Put on a show for me."
The wink he throws your way makes you clench your thighs together.
"Can't," Robby groans, "Don't wanna-don't wanna wake Poppy."
"You can be a little louder for me," Jack urges spurs him onwards, "I haven't seen you properly in a a week."
"But what about-fuck-she's gona come up the stairs soon."
"We both know you want her to hear you, handsome," Jack's eyes are still locked on you, "Isn't that right?"
When he finally drops eye contact with you it's to look down at his husband, one hand on the older man's chest for stability as his hips rise and fall with a new fervour.
"C'mon handsome," Jack's tone is low, mocking, "Show her what she's missing out on."
tw: reader passes out, titus is a sick fuck, daddy kink, icky
he's got his thick bicep wrapped tightly around your throat, body completely caging you in, hips plowing into you so hard that with every thrust the headboard bangs against the wall
it's becoming all too much, you can feel your own heartbeat getting louder and louder, your head becoming cloudy, n your vision blurry-
can't even hear his deep grunts and dirty, degrading words leaving his mouth
you feel yourself lose control of your body, pretty fingers slowly releasing your grasp on the sheets below you, knees buckling, and eyelids drooping closed
titus notices immediately, loosening his chokehold on you, n bringing a big hand to your cheek, small taps turning to slaps-
"uh uh- c'mon bunny, not done with you just yet...haven't even filled that cute baby cunt yet."
you feel yourself come to, now laying on your back, with titus still pinning you below him like his fresh-caught prey
"thereee we go honey, you pass out a little? daddy being too rough?"
"mm- mhm..."
he revels in how fucked out you look below him, still blinking away the black dots blurring your vision, lips all pouty, with cute, erattic little gasps leaving them
instead of cooing at you and apologizing (by finally letting you cum), titus only grins, leaning down to gruffly whisper in your ear-
"better get used to it, little girl. loved how you went all limp on me like my own pretty ragdoll. let me see how many times i can push you to the edge."
Jack Abbot comes home from work after a rough shift and sees you in the living room and has his way with you (it's all consented)
combining these :3 cw daddy usage, somno, little to no prep, established free use, Jack is rough and but loving n doting
Jack would sigh heavy, eyes shut as he gently closes the door behind himself. he strips off his jacket and bag, letting it hit the tile hard enough to make your couch table shake. he’s ready to slug on to your shared room, take you in his arms and collapse. but the daydream stops when he does in his tread, eyes shutting hard as he recalls the harrowing night he’s had.
he loves his job, he loves being busy. but god. sometimes, when it’s the happy hour rush of the night and patients are flying in faster than they can stand, he’s ready to face plant the cold pittsburg concrete.
Jacks eye is caught when they open, caught by you. it wasn’t surprising that you slept on the couch, you probably tried staying up to see him or talk to him throughout the night, or, you got caught up watching your shows. and with the sight of your phone loosely in your hand, and the “are you still watching?” on the tv, it’s clear you couldn’t decide.
his shoulder slump forward as he forced himself to relax, decompress, a little. he takes you in; you lie there with your face in the pillow, his green SWAT shirt rests over your body and rides up your back slightly, giving him a little look at your cotton white panties.
your one leg hangs out the throw blanket that’s too small fully cover you, you’ve got your fuzzy socks on, the ones he always teases you over because your feet get freezing cold at night and you always just have to plant them flat on his warm bare back.
Jack lets his arms sway as he looks at you, holding his breath so the room is quiet enough to try and hear yours. he gets a huge wave of cuteness aggression when he finds you like this, so unbothered, peaceful.
so peacefully, and fully his girl. his lady sleeping in his (probably dirty) uniform and her fluffy socks, not a care in the world. his wife resting on his couch, who fell asleep with the thought of bothering him throughout his shift on her mind. because you love him.
you love him in all his glory, all his flaws, all his faults, his anger, his depressive tendencies. you even love him after he defiles you, when he yanks the dirty scrub bottoms off and spits in his hand, other hand shoving his boxers down and lathering it on his hardening dick. like he was doing now.
the sun creeps in as he stand over you, hunched and kicking away his clothes as he pulls away the cover over your legs. he pulls his lips in to silence any noise from him, his calloused hand grabbing at the back of your thigh. you move like dough under him, you’re soft, warm, unconscious. malleable.
he moves your leg that hangs off the couch further, spreading your legs open and pulling you panties to hang off them. he could stay like this, jerking off over your ass, squeezing and grabbing at the soft flesh and getting little peaks of your cunt. but he knows he’ll give in. he needs you, honeybun. Jack had a long shift, you’ll let him play with you a bit, yeah?
“love your little pussy, baby.” he uses his thumbs to spread your ass, seeing your wet entrance stretch a little. “daddy’s gonna be a little rough baby, m’sorry.” he mumbled low into the room as he climbs overtop of you. “but daddy also had a rough night. you understand..”
he holds your ass apart as he rubs his tip along your cunt, wasting no time and shoving himself inside you halfway. the intrusion of his girthy cock forcing into your sleepy, unstretched cunt wakes you immediately, getting a shrieky oh!! out of you, your head turning as you squirm under him.
“m’sorry honey..” Jack mumbles, though holding your back down to stop you from lifting up. “j-Jack..? Jack??” you gasp, grasping at the cushions under you when he thrusts the rest of himself in you, a raspy groan exiting him. he fucks you harder when you clenched down, eager to push him out but he’s just so fucking big.
your hand reaches back to try and overpower him, push him off, something, “stop baby, stop,” Jack pushes you back down, ignoring your little mewls and moans and grabbing at your chin from the side. “s’just me, ok? look, open your eyes-yeah, see? just me,” he nods along to his words, looking into your sleepy, frightened eyes as you sport a pout, whimpering under him.
you let out a breath, relaxing in his grip while he continues to fuck you open, “Jaaack, m’sleepy, can’t do this when you’re so big..” you whine, wrapping your arms around your pillow and arching your ass up to him. “i know babygirl, daddys sorry. had a rough night..just lemme use my girl a second, kay?”
his meaty hands holds your hips down to the couch, and he throws his head back in a groan, mouth agape and brows reaching his hairline. “fuuuck baby that’s it, that’s fuckin’ it. she’s bein’ soo good…soo warm n wet for me.” “m’always good for you, jackie..” your little voice makes his head perk up, seeing you look up at him so sweet, sucking on your bottom lip as the sun creeps onto your face.
“yes you are baby, f’course you are,” he sports a little smile through his parted lips, “always so good for me, even when you’re sleep. always open up for me, welcome me with this wet pussy,” he slaps your ass, grabbing it and jiggling you in his grasp. “you still tired baby? can go to sleep if you want, ok? don’t worry bout me, i’ll be done soon.”
you hear the soft clap of his pelvis hitting your ass when he starts driving his cock in you, one hand flat on your back as the other pets at your head, laying you back against the pillow sweetly. “mhm, fuck-yeah, daddy’ll be done soon. so fucking good honey.” hes so sweetums ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა
Summary: Everyone knows that Pope Cody's girlfriend is a real sweetheart. What they don't know is that, behind closed doors, you're a real fuckin' freak, too.
Warnings: +18 explicit content MDNI, porn without plot, established relationship, shy!reader, unspecified age gap, size difference, pope teaches you how to shoot a gun and touches you at the same time, face slapping, face fucking, reader has hair that can be styled, messy blowjob, reader helps complete a job, praise, car sex, reader makes out with pope over a mask so masked sex, restrained hands, creampie, overstimulation kinda, only barely lightly edited
Note: take that p w/o plot tag seriously cause uh....yeah. this is just me wanting to fuck pope cody bad
WC: 2.3k
[masterlist] [AO3]
Everyone thought Andrew Cody was a pervert.
And, really, how could they not?
They see him; all big and brooding, with wrinkles around his eyes and rough hands. And beside him stands you; soft and innocent, all shy smiles and quiet words. A sweetheart by every definition of the word.
He's older than you. Bigger than you. Meaner than you. All it takes is one glance at your manicured fingers around his broad bicep and your cheek pressed to his shoulder to know that, yeah. He's probably (definitely) taking advantage of you.
A girl your age doesn't know any better. Naive little thing. All you see is the handsome man that stands in front of you, who foots the bill when he takes you out to a nice restaurant or on a shopping spree. You see the way he stares down a guy who looks in your general direction a little too long and the way he walks just a step in front of you in a public setting, clearing a path of safety.
What young girl wouldn't want a man like that?
But what they don't see is the way you don't even flinch when you're riding shotgun in his truck and Andrew sets his pistol in your lap. They don't see the blade he'd bought for you—sharp and small, wedged right between your breasts every time you leave the house without him.
They don't see the way your skin prickles when he teaches you the proper way to shoot a gun, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, pointing the barrel at your reflection.
His hands are at your hips, thumbs resting at the elastic band of your pretty, red panties. Andrew's voice is low and slow in your ear. "Mm. Tuck your elbow in. Squeeze the handle a little harder. Yeah, there you go. Now put your finger on the trigger, baby. Just like that. And when you're ready, you just gotta pull it."
You breathe in slowly, and your finger presses down on the exhale.
The gun clicks.
"Yeah, that's it," he says, sliding his hands lower, beneath the crimson fabric. What he finds is unsurprising to him, of course. Arousal pooling between your thighs, your clit slick and swollen and desperate to be touched. He circles it slowly, tentatively, lovingly. "Again, sweetheart."
Andrew doesn't speak much on the rumors that go around about the two of you. He's sure even his brothers believe some of them.
It's to be expected, really, with that mousy demeanor of yours.
You put your hair up a different way one day and when Craig compliments you on it you get all shy, hiding behind Andrew's shoulder with your cheeks flaming.
He thinks it's real cute. The way you act all timid in front of them, murmuring a thank you with that soft voice of yours, unable to meet Craig's eyes all because he complimented you.
But only an hour later, Pope's undoing the clips in your hair while you look up at him from down on your knees, saying—begging, "Hit me."
And Pope does. Smacks you hard, one good time with his palm against your cheek. The sound is like lightning through the open air. He doesn't do it because he wants to, he does it because of that misty look in your eye, because of the way you moan at the impact.
Because of the way you look up at him through your lashes and smile real wide, giggles falling off your kiss-swollen lips, like there's no place you'd rather be.
He gives you just what you need, fucking your mouth until you're crying for it, burying himself at the back of your throat.
Each little gasp for air you make pushes him closer and closer to release, but what really does him in is the way your hand finds his thigh, tracing a little heart-shape into the denim of his jeans while you choke on his length.
Andrew finishes at the back of your mouth without warning, filling you until his release spills from the corners of your plush lips.
His cock still aches when he pulls himself out of you. Your pretty makeup that you spent all that time doing this morning runs down your cheeks now, and sticky webs of saliva and cum connect his cock to your tongue.
"You look so pretty, swallowing me down like that. My beautiful girl. Say it."
Your eyes are bloodshot and watery but filled with love as you look up at him. "I'm your beautiful girl," you say, smiling wide, sticking out your tongue to show him the mess he's made of you before swallowing hard.
"Yeah you are," he murmurs. "My sweetheart."
You've even got Smurf fooled.
They're having a family meeting one afternoon, planning out the details on how to rob a marijuana dispensary that pays its employees exclusively in cash.
While you're moving around easily in the kitchen, Smurf watches you from the living room with a drink in her hand.
Craig and Deran are bickering, trying to figure out a way to distract the night shift security guards that stand watch at the front entrance.
And then Smurf suddenly says, pointing with the rim of her crystal glass, "Her."
Pope shakes his head. "No. Not happening."
"Think about it," Smurf says. "You go in right as the last employee walks out. She walks up, begging to be let in, and says she'll pay extra. Girl like her? They won't expect anything. Just a pretty sweetheart looking to end her day with a little indica."
His brothers are quiet, looking between you and Pope, toeing the line of choice.
In the end, Andrew lets you choose. Makes it clear that if working a job with them makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, they'll figure something else out. He lays out the risks and the reward and reminds you to be honest about your feelings.
But you agree almost immediately and no amount of talking on Andrew's part sways you. It's over the moment you take his big hand, press his palm to your cheek and say, "I love you, Andrew. Even this part of you. Especially this part."
It melts his heart and fills him with this almost uncomfortable level of tenderness. He would kill for you, die for you—all to keep you here by his side.
The job goes perfectly. Andrew and his brothers are able to slip through the ceiling vents unseen, all because you're batting your eyelashes and making your shy little jokes to the guards out front.
They leave the warehouse with duffel bags full of cash and get away clean and undetected.
You're waiting three blocks away in Pope's truck, sitting casually behind the wheel, coating your lips in that pretty lipgloss while looking in the rearview mirror. But your phone is clutched tight in your hand waiting on a text of confirmation.
Pope makes Deran drop him off so he can set his eyes on you sooner rather than later.
And the moment you see him, your eyes light up in this way he knows all too well. Pope nods, adrenaline high as he lifts the clear plastic mask over his face just enough to set it on the top of his head. "We're good," he says.
The hesitant look on your face turns into a grin, soft giggles flitting off your tongue. You slide back across the cab to make room for Pope behind the wheel. You look past him, to Craig and Deran in the car with no plates full of stolen cash. "We'll see you at home," you tell them.
And maybe they don't understand at first, but Pope does. Of course he does—he can feel the way that wanting, lustful energy buzzes beneath your skin.
He puts the truck in drive and pulls out of the lot, but he doesn't make it two blocks before you're wrapping those sharp, painted nails around his bicep.
Pope just smiles as you kiss his shoulder repeatedly, nuzzling the cords of muscle through the fabric of his black hoodie. It seems like such an innocent, sweet touch. But he knows the truth—knows it's not only sweetness in your heart, it's hunger.
"Hang on, baby," he says, hand resting on the inside of your thigh, squeezing tightly. "Lemme pull over."
He finds a secluded alleyway that offers just enough darkness to remain undetected. And the minute he puts his truck in park, you're climbing into his lap.
Pope welcomes the taste of your hungry tongue. Lets you slide it into his mouth, over his teeth, licking and sucking like your life depends on it. He's already half hard in his jeans, but the second you tilt your hips, grinding yourself down against his bulge, he's done for.
"You look—god, you look so good," you whimper, hands around his neck. You don't squeeze, but rather just rest them there, thumbs feeling the quickening beat of his pulse through his jugular.
"Did such a great job today," Andrew says, fingers flexing hard around your hips. "My perfect girl. Such a sweetheart."
You whimper at the namesake, a term he'd coined just for you, his shy, gentle girl. "Andrew, please."
He knows what you're asking for. And who is he, after all, to deny a girl like you? Someone good and soft and so very desperate.
He reaches beneath you, between your legs to find the buckle of his belt. In one swift movement, he undoes it with a clink, and pushes his jeans and boxers down.
"Wait."
Andrew freezes.
At first he fears he might've done something wrong. Assumed wrong or maybe gone too far or pushed too hard. Like usual. Like usual.
His mind starts to spiral, because who could ever hurt you if not a monster? Sweet girl. Sweet heart.
He's a monster. He's a fucking—
And then you smile, and those invasive thoughts disappear as quickly as they'd manifested.
You bat your eyelashes at him with this innocent look on your face, and tug the plastic mask on the top of his head down.
Pope understands then. Of course he does—because you're his filthy, sweet girl. His.
Your clit pulses and he can feel it against his cock, even through the cotton barrier of your underwear.
Andrew tilts his head, watching you through slightly plastic-obstructed vision. He waits for you to move first.
And you do so by leaning forward and laying a wet, open-mouthed kiss against the mask, right over his lips.
It's the most erotic thing Pope has ever experienced.
Because he knows you want him—the awkward, quiet Andrew.
But right now, you're asking for a different version of him. A much more violent version of him; you want Pope.
The part that thieves and breaks and kills. The very worst of him. And not only do you want it, you're twitching for it. Breath coming out like a sigh, hands clutched tight, pussy aching for him.
And the realization—God. He could die. He could fucking die from how much he loves you.
He takes you right then and there. Pulls your underwear to the side beneath your skirt and sinks his cock into you in one hard, claiming thrust.
Pope holds your wrists together tightly behind your back and makes it hurt, because he knows good and well that's what you want. All the while your tongue laves against the plastic of his mask, breath fogging up the surface, a sick, perverted indulgence that drives him insane.
He circles your clit with his free hand, reveling in the way it throbs beneath his rough hands.
It doesn't take long. It never does. He feels the slick velvet of your center squeeze his cock like a vice. Pope doesn't let up, rubbing your clit until you lean back with your eyes squeezed tightly closed, chasing the release you've needed since the moment he'd asked you to help them on this job.
"Look at me," he demands. It's not a request but an order.
You do, mouth open to make room for the cute moans that echo in the cab of his truck. "I'm gonna—god, please please I'm gonna fucking cum—fuck—"
He doesn't say anything. Just tilts his head and watches you.
It hits a second later, and it's beautiful. The way you fall apart in his lap, thighs shaking, fingers flexing beneath his hold, fighting desperately to keep your brain tethered to the earth.
Andrew fucks you through it. Circles your clit until you're squeezing your thighs together, running from the sensitivity.
He finishes inside you a moment later, cock twitching as his orgasm settles low in his belly. And when he's finished, spasming with the aftershocks, you lift the plastic mask from his face and discard it on the floor of the passenger seat.
You smile and kiss him softly and say, "Let's go home. I'm hungry now."
Andrew knows the two of you will take one step into that house and they'll all know what you've gotten caught up doing. They'll see the mess of his curls and the flush on his face. They'll see your swollen lips and the spit drying at the corners and they'll think, 'Jesus, Pope. You can't get off that poor girl for even ten minutes?'
And he won't say anything, of course. He'll just let them go on believing the rumors, believing that he's the one who's insatiable for the shy girl who's gotten caught up in his gravitational pull.
Pope will let them keep on believing you're just a sweetheart.
Curious little thing that you've always been, Robby has endeavored to keep an open mind in regards to your recent fascination with... Well, one of his bodily functions.
It started out with a quiet "Can I hold it?" from the doorway of your shared bathroom while an adorable smile tugged at your lips, which has since been followed up by you going so far as to regularly pad sleepily into the bathroom alongside him in the middle of the night and holding his penis in one hand while you hold his own in the other until he's emptied his bladder.
The first few times, he chalked it up to you merely finding it interesting. It's completely normal to wish that you could experience what it feels like to be equipped with another's anatomy. What man wouldn't pay a fortune to be able to spend even a day in a woman's body? But... It's been weeks and this behavior still has yet to cease.
It doesn't bother him, per se, he just doesn't entirely get it.
But he's afraid that if he asks, you'll shy away from ever doing it again. Oddly enough, he's begun to enjoy a soft, feminine hand holding his most intimate part while he's so exposed.
Perhaps it's just a phase.
So long as you don't try to accompany him to the men's room at work again—yes, he had to shoot you down when you tried to discreetly follow him in one day, only for him to shatter your hopes by asking you to please wait outside—he figures he's got little to complain about.
So you like aiming his cock toward the toilet bowl when he's relieving himself. Could have far worse problems to contend with.
Straddling Robby's bare tummy, you gently knead fatty skin that's smattered with dark brown hair while nervously chewing your lip. "There's something I've been wanting to try..." you mutter while studying him shyly from beneath your lashes.
He runs his calloused hands up your bare thighs. "Alright. I'm all ears."
You slide your hands up his chest, then tug gently at his beard. "I'm scared you'll look at me differently after I tell you."
He fails to see how it can be any odder than you insisting on being his constant bathroom buddy. "Sweetheart, we've tried a lot of new things together. Most of which were your idea given how..." He chuckles. "Old-fashioned I can be."
Meaning vanilla missionary so that he can gaze into your eyes and watch your face as you clench around his cock while you finish.
He cups your cheek. "My mind is open and I'm listening."
Your cheeks have grown so hot that you're sure you'll start sweating soon.
"While we're having sex..." Say it, say it, say it. "I want you to go in me."
He snickers. "Well, I technically will be—"
You groan quietly. "No. Go. I want you to go."
Surely you're not actually asking for what he thinks you are. Given the field you both work in, he's honestly surprised such a thought ever crossed your mind. "Honey, I can't begin to tell you all the reasons why that is a horrible idea. Likelihood of infection alone—"
"Please," you plead while scooting further up. "Can't you just try?"
No, baby, I am not using you as my own personal urinal, he thinks to say. But with the way his cock twitches at the thought, he wonders if you haven't been conditioning him for such a reaction this whole time since you started this whole business of holding him while he pisses.
He scrubs his hands down his face. "This is an ED case just waiting to happen," he states.
"Can't you prescribe me something if I end up with a UTI or other?"
This conversation feels incredibly surreal. "You're willing to risk that?" he asks with a raised brow, expecting you to break at any moment and devolve into a fit of giggles.
Instead, you nod.
Clutching helplessly at Robby's forearms, you whimper excitedly while he pounds away between your spread thighs. So vigorous are his thrusts that the mattress is rocking against the headboard, which is quietly knocking against the wall behind it.
At least you both stripped the bed earlier, leaving only the fitted sheet and protective cover on for when he hopefully makes a big mess.
"Are you gonna go soon?" you whine.
He shakes his head, then brackets his forearms on either side of your head, leaving your fingers to sink into his biceps. "Not yet."
"M'kay," you whisper before lifting your head to meet his lips.
"You're sure about this?" Robby huffs while his hips stutter.
You nod eagerly, and with a toothy smile for an extra dose of reassurance.
Forcing himself into an upright position where he's sat back on his haunches—accompanied by a groan when he presses a palm to his lower back when it twinges—Robby takes a moment to catch his bearings, then grabs your hips and yanks you forward. With your hips lifted and his cock bottomed out completely, your walls flutter in anticipation.
Oh, it's going to be deep, deep.
Slipping a hand between your thighs, you rapidly strum your clit while he squeezes his eyes shut in concentration.
"You want all of it, or just a little?" he rasps.
"All. Every drop."
He snorts and shakes his head. "Can't believe I'm actually doing this."
"Hazards of never telling me no," you murmur with a grin.
He straightens his spine. "I spoil you too much."
"Still gonna keep holding it," you remark.
He presses a finger to his lips, so you quiet again.
Rolling his hips to get into position, he leans his head back. "Fuck, honey, here it comes."
Your eyes flit between your thighs and you hold your breath in anticipation.
It begins as a slow, methodical dribble which slides along your fleshy walls like a tear down a cheek, then it suddenly increases when the flow morphs into a rapid stream which shoots directly at your quivering core. Warm liquid soon begins to spill out of your cunt and down your ass and thighs instead while Robby's mouth falls open. He releases a guttural moan of utter relief and you sigh at the sight of him so relaxed while he goes inside you.
A chill runs up his back and Robby shudders in pleasure.
"Fuck me," you pout while carefully bouncing your hips.
Once a constant, languid stream has been established, Robby leans over you and knocks your legs so far apart with his knees that your muscles burn.
Pounding away once again with utter abandon, he pumps his piss impossibly deeper inside of you.
The wet noises are to be expected, but the way it hisses like a hose left to run wide open is what really does you in.
Urine pools beneath your ass and back and you dig your nails into Robby's shoulders while your finish overcomes you.
Given that he's at just the right angle where his bush keeps brushing continually against your swollen, vulnerable clit, you eagerly lift your hips to meet his every thrust, wanting so dearly for a release of your very own.
"Gonna—gonna—" you pant breathlessly.
"Such a filthy li'l thing," he mutters while tracing his lips and coarse, scratchy beard across your neck. "Being turned on by this."
You yank at his facial hair until he gives you his lips, and you squeal against his open mouth as your cunt repeatedly contracts and milks him for every last drop of urine and cum he has to offer.
Giggling at the feel of his member twitching inside you while thick spurts of semen coat your abused walls, you sigh contentedly and throw your arms lazily around his neck. "Who needs a urinal when you have me?" you whisper.
Robby grips the backs of your thighs before folding your legs back. Easing his cock out, it falls back against his thigh with a wet 'splat', followed by him spreading your labia apart with his calloused fingers.
"You're a mess, you know that?" he mutters while studying you from beneath dark brows.
thinking abt rabbot taking turns with you until you are all snotty and crying idk.. robby going first and giving you the meanest backshots, pushing your back down everytime you try to get up and break the perfect arch he has you in. the older man already making your legs quiver while abbot is the front calming you down. “doing so good for robby sweet girl..” he’d coo, rubbing your back and spreading your ass so robby can see the damage he’s doing. how messy your hole mixed with cum splattered all over your pussy. and robby empties him load into you for the second time, grunting as he pushes it deep.
from robby you’re already a sobbing mess, hiccuping into abbots lap as he holds your hand, trying to run away from robbys cock but earning a disapproving look from the older men. “don’t do that okay? be a good girl for us, know you know how to.” abbot would say, usually he does all the praise and talking even when he’s not the one in your pretty pussy. robby often getting too focused on the way your cunt is sucking him in, only groans and curses really leave his lips in this moment.
but after, when it’s jackies turn he is a bit more gentle with their sweet girl. letting you ride him and bounce on his lap till you get tired, needing his help to slam you down on his dick. “s’alright sweetie, just sit there pretty and I’ll do the work yeah?” abbot would purpose, and you’d nod with your lip trembling, falling into his chest and letting him take control. keeping both of his veiny hands on both sides of your ass. raising it up and letting the tip stay snug in your hole, until he pounds you down on his cock, pulling the loudest cry from your throat. “aw just a little more babydoll it’s almost over. doin so well..” and he just grinds your hips against his for however long he can, creamy pussy making a mess on his lap. old men using their little girl for pleasure.
omgg also imagining them making you masterbate in front of them, ushering you onto the bed with your back against your frame. your legs spread far out wide as you embarrassingly reach between your legs and rub at your clit.
they are watching you so intensely, both of the doctors eyes attached to your pussy. you’re working your sensitive little bud into circles, feeling your gut start to tingle. and anytime your legs twitch to close from how good it feels robby is on you. “keep your legs open.” he’ll command, not wanting to miss the sight of your sweet pussy. just being so meann
and when you finally cum, legs shutting closed on instinct after orgasming, both robby and abbots head are between you legs. both holding a leg outward so the meet at your cunt. and they are licking and lapping a your slick hole like they haven’t ate for days, tongues dancing around your pussy. both of them eating you out, not caring that you just came and hitting your ass when ever you squirm around. gripping their hair from it and whining that “it’s too much please, please mm-“ but their girl looked so pretty with her pussy on display like that, was hard not to pounce on her.
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