Summary: Robby thinks he needs to be gentle with you all the time because you can’t handle his rougher, mean side. You come up with a plan to get him to change his mind, and while it doesn't work out the way you'd planned, there are zero complaints from either of you.
Warnings: cursing, unspecified age gap, a bit of manipulation by reader, slight angst, fluffy ending. SMUT, fingering, orgasm denial, choking, daddy kink, praise kink, edging, overstimulation, squirting, face fucking, oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), bratty reader, dom!robby, a smidge of mean dom!robby.
“Honey, you don’t know what you’re asking me.”
You sighed for the hundredth time in five minutes. “Yes, I do. I’m not asking you to go out of your way to hurt me or something. I just want you to stop treating me like I’m fragile. I can handle every part of you, Robby. Even the parts you don’t like as much.”
He ran his hand over his face and shook his head rapidly. “Absolutely not. I’m not risking hurting you—I already lose myself when I’m with you…I won’t risk it, (Y/N).”
A frown settled onto your pretty features, making Robby feel instantly worse. He wanted to give you whatever you wanted, but he didn’t want you to see certain parts of him. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him…or think for even one second he would purposefully hurt you.
Robby knew he could be a raging asshole, especially when he was upset or hurting—and he would rather die than take it out on you. No matter how many times you begged him to.
“I just want you to be able to let go with me,” you whispered, eyes cast down to the floor.
He immediately felt like an ass. Even when he was actively trying not to hurt you, he managed to upset you. “Sweetheart.” He lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. “You’re my everything, okay? Being with you feels like coming home. I don’t want to jeopardize that. What if you don’t like what you see? What if it’s too much? What if I actually do hurt you?”
“You’d never hurt me on purpose.” You said the words with such conviction—he knew you meant them.
“Even if it was an accident, baby, I’d never forgive myself.”
The frown was still firmly on your face, but the edges of it had softened. “Okay. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
He sighed softly, tension easing from his shoulders. “Thank you, sweet girl.” His lips brushed your forehead before he took a step back, releasing your face from his gentle hold.
He gave you one last lingering look before walking out of his office, leaving you standing there feeling like the conversation wasn’t over yet.
And that’s when a terrible—brilliant?—idea hit you. But for it to succeed, you were going to need help. A lot of it. From your lovely fellow residents.
You practically bolted from Robby’s office, making a beeline for McKay. You knew she was working in triage this morning, and thankfully she was in between patients.
“Cassie!” You caught her attention as you rushed up to her. “I need your help.”
“Is everything okay?” There was genuine concern on her face and you felt a little bad for worrying your friend over something so…silly.
“Yeah, it’s about Robby, actually.”
“Oh?” Her raised eyebrow was the only indicator of her amusement.
“I need your help annoying him today.”
“You want me to piss off our boss?”
“Yes.”
She crossed her arms with a small sigh. “There better be a really good reason, (Y/N/N).”
“Depends on how you define the word ‘good’.”
"Given how much of an ass he's been lately, I'm going to need the best possible reason. I don't really want to be on his bad side for the rest of time."
You gave her a half smile that more so resembled a wince. "I kind of need him to be in a mood--like a really intense mood. So maybe, he'll uh-he'll take it out on me."
Recognition flickered across her face along with a flash of surprise. Her voice dropped as she responded, "You wanna piss him off so he'll what? Be rougher?"
"Basically. Yeah."
"Jesus," she muttered. "Did you consider just asking him?"
You shot her a glare. "I did ask him, Cass. Multiple times. He's shut me down every single time. He keeps saying he doesn't wanna hurt me."
"Well that's actually kinda sweet of him," she said thoughtfully.
"Ugh," you groaned. "Yes, of course it's sweet, but I want more!"
Cassie let out a soft laugh and she shook her head in amusement. "Alright, fine. But only because he's been pissing me off lately--and because I love you."
You grinned. "You're my favorite, ya know?"
"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and waved you off.
Next on your list was Santos. You knew she would be one hundred percent down to tick off Robby--especially for a good cause.
"Yo, (Y/L/N)--hold up!"
Speak of the devil. You turned around with a big smile on your face. "I was just looking for you."
Santos reached your side with her own mischievous look etched onto her face. "We're telepathically linked."
You chuckled, smile never dimming. "Wanna help me annoy Robby all day?"
"Don't threaten me with a good time," she teased. "What's the occasion?"
"I want him to stop being so gentle with me--at least once. Just to prove he can be meaner without hurting me."
"So you wanna piss off bossman because you wanna get fucked into the mattress?"
You smacked her arm with a huff. "He does that just fine, thank you very much."
She held the bridge of her nose, a look of disgust crossing her face. "Please never say that again. I do not want to picture my boss fucking anyone."
You giggled lightly. "I could be more detailed if you want--"
"I'd rather die," she interjected dramatically.
"Fine, fine!" You laughed again, softer this time. "I just want him to be able to let go with me. Be completely comfortable--entirely himself--that's all."
Her expression softened slightly, though the disgust still lingered. "Alright, fine. As much as I abhor the sweetness of that sentiment, I'm happy to help you with your mission."
Your smile widened. "Think you can convince Huckleberry too?"
"Oh I will absolutely delight in trying." She shot you in a wink as she sauntered off in search of her roommate.
You knew better than to ask Mel for assistance--she was simply too respectful to stoop to that level. Samira was already on Robby's shit list every five seconds, so you didn't want to put her in an awkward position for this. As for Langdon...well, his mere existence was a thorn in Robby's side as of late, so you didn't even have to try there.
You decided to leave the interns out of it as it really wasn't fair to them--they weren't even paid to be there. The nurses were much too busy for such shenanigans, though you were sure you could at least get Perlah and Princess on board if you asked.
Before you could decide if you wanted to ask them, you heard your name being called by one of the interns. You immediately slid back into work-mode and went to help.
**********
Five hours had passed since you initially enlisted the help of McKay and Santos. Santos had convinced Whitaker--begrudgingly, of course--to assist in the endeavor. You were fairly certain she'd threatened him, but you didn't want to ask.
The four of you had done a bang-up job of pissing Robby off--never at the expense of a patient, of course. But even the smallest of things could set him off these days.
Whitaker spilled Robby's travel mug of coffee all over the floor, eliminating the only enjoyable bit of his morning. McKay asked the same question at least four different times before then going to ask Dana instead. Santos kept making cracks about Robby's age and arguing with him over the tiniest little thing. And you? Well you ignored him--and he hated being ignored, especially by you.
You could tell Robby was extremely annoyed just by the way he stood. His shoulders were tense, his jaw was clenched, and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest. His glare was fixed on Santos, who seemed to be mirroring his stance. She looked just as fiercely annoyed as he did, and although you couldn't hear the argument, the small smirk edging the corners of her lips told you she was winning.
You quietly moved closer to the nurse's station, dropping into a chair to work on some charting--or at least pretend to while also eavesdropping on your man.
"Guess we'll have to agree to disagree, old man," Santos huffed before turning on her heel and stalking in the opposite direction.
"What the hell has gotten into all the residents today?" Robby groaned as he leaned against the counter.
Dana's dry chuckle met your ears before her response. "They probably all got tired of you being an asshole all the time."
"It's not all the time," he insisted.
"You're right, you've been better as of late." Dana turned towards him to give him a knowing look. "I wonder why that is."
"Don't start," he muttered under his breath.
"Nothing wrong with admitting you're in love."
He groaned again, head hanging low in defeat. "I haven't even told her yet."
Your entire body froze when his words reached you. Your mouth went dry instantly and your brain suddenly shut down, no longer able to process anything but those whispered words.
While you couldn't hear Dana's response, you heard Robby say, "I will." To be fair, you weren't sure how much time had passed since he essentially admitted to Dana he loved you, but his voice propelled you back into action. You started frantically typing into the chart in front of you, pretending as though you'd been doing that the whole time.
Your relationship with Robby was kind of like an open-secret in the Pitt. Everyone knew about it, but neither of you went around advertising it. You were professional at work, but if all of you went out after work, it was just like any other relationship. Everyone was actually rather thankful you two started dating--you really did soften his harsher side.
Robby cleared his throat, rousing you from your thoughts with a jolt. You looked up at him in surprise, only to be met with a small smirk.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't," you said automatically. "Just a little surprised."
"Mhmm," he hummed. "You got a second?"
You glanced pointedly at your screen, remembering what your slightly evil plan for the day was. "Kinda busy right now. Can it wait?"
His eyebrows lifted almost all the way to his hairline. He wasn't at all used to you being dismissive, and he didn't like it. Not one bit. "Excuse me?" His voice took on that low, moderately aggravated tone that sent a thrill straight through your veins.
You gestured to the computer in front of you. "Gotta catch up on my charting."
You were fairly certain steam would be coming out of his ears if it were physically possible. Instead, he sighed heavily, extending the exhale to give himself a moment to calm down.
He leaned forward, lips much closer to your ear than professionally acceptable, and whispered, "My office. Now."
Your body shivered in response, but you managed to keep your face neutral and unbothered. You glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen before responding without sparing him a glance. "We've got an hour left in the shift. Then we can talk."
"If you don't get that pretty little ass of yours into my office in two seconds, I'm going to fucking throw you over my shoulder and take you there myself. Do you understand?"
That got your attention. Your head whipped in his direction, shock evident on every inch of your face. Your jaw hung low in light horror at his suggestion.
Robby's jaw clenched even harder as he fought the urge to grab your jaw and force it closed. "I said, do you understand?"
His tone had your body responding without your permission, a wave of arousal dripping between your thighs.
"I-I understand."
"Good." He stood back up to his full height. "Then get moving."
You got out of your chair and started walking towards his office. You were annoyed with how easily you followed his instructions, but at the end of the day, you always had a hard time resisting him. It didn’t help that you were thoroughly enjoying every second of his anger.
You could feel his presence looming behind you, anger rolling off his body with each step. You had half a mind to stop short, just to feel his body crash into yours, but you knew it would only serve to piss him off further. You didn’t wanna risk him actually carrying you to his office in front of everyone.
The second he closed his office door behind you, he spoke again. "What's with the bratty attitude you've had all day? Hmm? You've been rude, standoffish, and petty all day. Bordering on insubordination at times. So what the hell is going on?"
You crossed your arms over your chest, intent on holding your ground. "I'm just tired of you being so damn bossy all the time."
"I'm literally the boss."
"Yeah, well you don't have to be a dick about it."
"How is me asking you to do your job, being a dick?" he snapped.
In fairness, none of your sass had really been job-related. If he asked you to do something mundane, you rolled your eyes, but you still did it. There were some lines you couldn’t cross, no matter how badly you wanted to.
"It's the way you do it! You're always so damn snippy with people, especially the residents."
"Maybe that's because all the damn residents think back-talking me is perfectly acceptable behavior. Every single one of you has managed to piss me off in some form or fashion today."
Your lips twitched into a half smile before you could stop it--schooling your face into a neutral expression a moment too late.
Robby's eyes narrowed as he stared at you, gaze practically boring a hole directly into your head. "What are you up to, (Y/N)?"
"Nothing." You realized too late that your response came out much too quickly.
"Nothing, huh?" He folded his arms across his chest as he took a menacing step in your direction. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you, sweetheart?"
"N-no," you stammered out softly, looking anywhere but at him.
He took another step towards you and you instinctively backed up, ass hitting the edge of his desk. Seeing that you had no where to go, Robby smirked and took another step, putting you in arm's reach.
"Really?" he murmured lowly. "Then why won't you look at me?"
His hand reached out and gripped your jaw tightly. He angled your head up so you had no choice but to look into his eyes.
"Robby, I--"
"Uh-uh," he hushed you. "Tell me what little game you're playing or don't say a damn word."
You closed your mouth, intent on not spilling your secret.
Robby's smirk only darkened as he stepped further into you, his much larger body caging yours against his desk. The hand not gripping your chin dipped low, cupping your soaking core through your scrub pants.
You released a whine at the touch, hips jerking slightly towards him. You hated how easily you melted for him—he had an undeniable effect on you.
"Fuckin' hell, baby," he murmured, eyes locked on yours. "How long you been this soaked? Have you been walking around the ER like this all day, honey? Fucking dripping like this?"
You tried to shake your head, but his grip on your face wouldn't allow it. Besides, it was painfully, embarrassingly true.
"Dirty girl." He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. The second his fingers brushed your folds, you whined breathily.
"Shit, honey...fuckin' soaked f'me, hmm?" His lips brushed against yours, but he refused to deepen the kiss.
"Robby," you whined, hips desperately grinding down on his hand.
Two of his fingers slid into your tight hole, thumb finding your clit with ease. The moan that left your lips was simply too loud in the current setting, and Robby was having none of that.
His hand dropped to your throat, long fingers wrapping around it firmly. He didn't squeeze, but the warning was clear. "Don't you dare make a sound, baby."
You nodded rapidly as his fingers sped up. It was embarrassing how close you were already--and Robby knew it.
"Already squeezing my fingers so tight--can feel how badly your little pussy needed this."
You whimpered softly, earning you a light squeeze around your neck.
"Quiet, baby. Don't wanna get caught now, do ya?"
Your pussy spasmed involuntarily, immediately alerting Robby to your thoughts.
"Or do you? That what you want honey? Want someone to come in here and find your boss fingering you? Making you fucking fall apart with nothing but his hand?" A light squeeze on your neck followed his words. "Answer me."
"Yes," you breathed out.
He growled as he lowered his head to press his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily, greedily. Your hands gripped his shoulders for extra leverage as you tried desperately to push yourself over the edge.
"You wanna come, pretty girl?" he whispered against your lips.
You nodded rapidly.
"Words." Another light squeeze.
"Please, Robby."
"Alright, sweet girl. You can come...if you tell me what you did."
You whined softly, still not wanting to tell him.
He slowed his fingers to prove his point. "Tell me or you don't get to come."
Your eyes widened and the words began to spill from your mouth. "I wanted to a-annoy you," you said desperately. "J-just w-wanted to get you to loosen up. Thought you'd be m-meaner."
"So you thought I'd give you want you wanted if I was pissed off?"
"M-maybe."
He sped his fingers back up, giving you the friction you needed. "Did you enlist anyone else in your little plan?"
You bit your lip, trying to hold back your response.
"(Y/N)," he said in a warning tone.
"Yes! I-I did."
"Who?"
"Robby," you whined. You didn’t want to get your friends in trouble.
"Who?" He squeezed your throat again for emphasis.
"McKay, Santos, and Whitaker!" you cried.
A satisfied smile settled onto his face. "There. Was that so hard?"
You let out a quiet sound, but didn't really answer his question--though he didn't need one.
"You wanna come now, sweetheart?"
"Please," you whimpered.
"Yeah, I bet you do. You close?"
You nodded rapidly, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.
Robby leaned in, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His voice was low and gravelly as it met your ear, "You don't deserve it."
He pulled his fingers out of your pants, leaving you breathless, orgasm slipping away.
"No, no--please," you whined, reaching for him.
He ignored you, choosing instead to pop his soaked fingers into his mouth, moaning softly at the taste as he licked them clean.
"Robby," you pleaded. "That's not fair."
"Oh I'm sorry, honey--did you think I wouldn't punish you for your behavior?"
"Well, I --"
"You wanted me meaner, baby. Well now you've got it." He looked you up and down in an unreadable expression. "Straighten yourself up and get back to finishing your charting. We'll continue this at home."
With that, he walked out the door, leaving you to deal with the repercussions of your actions.
**********
It had taken you a good 10 minutes to calm your breathing and straighten yourself out before you felt composed enough to rejoin the Pitt.
No one seemed to notice your slightly disheveled appearance or the complete and utter lack of focus you displayed for the remainder of the shift.
You were fairly certain you’d merely stared at one chart for at least 15 minutes without moving. Your mind was too preoccupied with Robby…and what punishments he might dole out upon your arrival at his home.
You’d almost become accustomed to referring to it as your home too—you spent more time there than you did at your own apartment. You liked it that way, and so did Robby.
Robby regularly stayed late at the end of his shift, making sure everything transitioned properly and there was enough coverage. Tonight, however, he was eager to get home.
The moment Jack Abbot walked through the doors, Robby was at his side. “Hey brother—you mind handling report tonight? I gotta get going.”
Abbot smiled and clapped his friend on the back. “Of course. Got a hot date?” He wiggled his eyebrows and shot a glance in your direction.
Robby followed his gaze with an unreadable expression. His jaw was tight as he muttered, “Something like that.”
As if you felt the two men staring, you looked up at that exact moment, eyes meeting Robby’s unusually dark ones. You looked a bit like a deer in the headlights before you quickly looked away, scrambling to pack up your things.
“Everything okay with you two?” Abbot asked gently, concern lacing his tone.
“She decided today was the day she wanted to be a fucking brat and push me past my limit.” Robby scratched his beard and groaned. “She’s gonna be the death of me, man.”
Abbot merely grinned. “Don’t lie—you love it.”
Robby cracked a small smile. “Don’t blow my cover, Jack.”
Abbot shot him a wink and started backing up towards the nurse’s station. “Use protection and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” Robby asked with a quiet chuckle.
“Nope—that’s kinda the point.” Abbot gave him a thumbs up before turning his attention to the board with a satisfied smirk on his face.
At that moment, you appeared beside Robby, demeanor slightly worried, and more than a little needy.
“Ready to go?” you asked softly.
He merely grunted as he nodded his head towards the door. You went first and he followed behind, admiring your body as you walked. He wouldn’t normally be so blatant about his staring, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care. Not tonight.
When you reached the parking deck, you started in the direction of your car, stopping when you heard Robby’s authoritative tone from behind you. “I’m driving.”
"But-" You turned to look at him. “What about my car?”
“It’ll be here tomorrow.”
You opened your mouth to protest further, but one look from him had you closing it and following him obediently.
Robby, ever the gentleman, opened the passenger door and helped you in. It didn’t matter if he was angry—you were his girl and he intended to treat you right.
The drive to his place was silent. Dead silent. Uncomfortably so. He didn't even turn on the radio, and when you reached for the dial, he shot you a look so deadly, you dropped your hand immediately.
You felt his simmering anger as if it were a tangible thing--and the longer you let it go, the more intense it became. You weren't sure if he was actually angry with you or just frustrated, and you didn't dare ask.
In all honesty, a tiny bit of guilt had settled in the pit of your stomach, only worsened by his silence--and the quiet words he'd said to Dana when he thought no one was around.
You wanted to say something, apologize, beg for forgiveness, tell him you didn't mean it...but the way he gripped the steering wheel like he was seconds from breaking the damn thing, kept you silent.
When he pulled into his driveway and shut off the car, he didn't move to get out, nor did he look in your direction. He stared straight ahead as if frozen in time.
The silence was eating at you, making you second guess every decision you'd made, every button you'd pushed. You even wondered if you'd managed to do irreparable damage to your relationship. The thought terrified you.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, timid voice breaking the heavy silence.
His brows dipped low as he finally looked at you. "For what?"
"For upsetting you. I-I didn't mean to take it so far, and I--"
He barked out a harsh laugh that felt wrong in the current setting. "Christ, baby, you don't need to apologize. I'm not mad at you."
"You're not?"
"'Course not." He turned his body to face you properly. "Am I frustrated with your attitude? Absolutely. Am I angry with you? Not even a little. Am I maddeningly turned on by your behavior? You bet that pretty ass I am."
"Oh. Oh."
"When we get in the house, I'm not gonna be as soft as I am right now, but I don't want you to think for even one second that I'm actually upset. You pushed me a little farther than I'd normally be willing to go, but fuck if it's not doing something to me."
The smallest of smiles lifted the edges of your mouth. "Really? So you like it when I'm a brat?"
His eyes darkened ever so slightly. "Don't push it, sweetheart."
"And what if I do? What are you gonna do about it?"
Hunger flashed through his gaze. "Get your ass in the house. Now."
You debated the merits of pushing him just a little more--deciding quickly it was worth it. "Make me."
"Fuckin' hell," he growled. He opened his door and slammed it shut with infinitely more force than necessary before rounding the front of the car to get to your door.
When he tugged it open, your entire body was coiled with anticipation. You were unprepared, however, for what this middle-aged man was about to do.
He leaned in and grabbed you, yanking you towards him to get the leverage he needed to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed loudly when you landed, only to make the sound again when he slapped a firm hand directly on your ass.
"Robby! Put me down!"
"Not happening." He started walking towards the front door, not giving a damn that you were struggling against his grip. "Act like a petulant child and you get treated like one."
"This cannot be good for your back," you muttered, both to tease him and in actual concern.
"I'm perfectly capable of carrying my girl," he snapped with a little more defensiveness than necessary as he opened the front door.
"You sure? You are almost 50, after all."
Robby's gait widened and he picked up the pace, intent on getting you in his bed immediately--but those teasing words rang in his head, hitting a little closer to home than he would have liked.
He turned suddenly, shifting towards the kitchen island, which he dumped you unceremoniously on top of. "You've got quite the mouth on you tonight, huh sweetheart?"
"If you say so."
"Jesus Christ," he grit out, dropping his head to try and regain some composure. His hands curled into fists on either side of your legs, as if squeezing them together would somehow calm him. "Fuckin' little brat."
"Are you gonna do something about it or are you all talk?"
His head snapped up, and you were met with the darkest gaze he'd ever given you. The soft brown of his irises was completely swallowed by his pupils, giving him a terrifying, yet incredibly enticing appearance.
"Get on your knees, (Y/N)," he growled lowly, taking a step back to allow you just enough space to do what he asked.
When you didn't move right away, he grabbed your hips and tugged you off the counter.
"On. Your. Knees."
You had never heard him use that tone before--even when he was actually angry. While it frightened you a little, it also turned you on beyond belief. There was a zero percent chance you could resist him when he was like this.
You lowered yourself to the floor, keeping your eyes locked on his the entire time, patiently waiting for his next command.
"Unzip my pants."
Your hands were slightly shaky as you reached out, anticipation flooding your body with adrenaline. Robby was already painfully hard--an almost shocking amount for a man of his age.
"Take out my cock."
You moved a little quicker as you lowered his boxers to free his cock. Your mouth watered at the sight as it always did, and you wanted to taste him with the kind of desperation that embarrassed you.
Without waiting for permission, you leaned in, fully intent on sucking him into your mouth, but one of Robby's large hands gripped your jaw, keeping you from moving closer.
"Did I say you could suck my cock?"
Your eyes widened as you stared up at him, surprised he'd stopped you from one of his favorite activities.
He squeezed your jaw painfully. "Answer my question."
You let out a soft whimper. "N-no."
His gaze softened just barely at the little sound of discomfort that slipped from your lips. "Can you give me a safe word, sweet girl?"
"Pineapple," you whispered.
His lips turned upward just enough to indicate the hint of a smile. "Good girl." An involuntary moan left your lips at the praise, but he ignored it. "If you can't speak, I want you to tap my thigh three times, okay? And I'll stop."
You nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Robby.
"I need to hear you say it, honey."
"Tap your thigh three times to stop."
He flashed his teeth for a split second before dropping back into his mean dom role. "That'a girl. Now open your fuckin' mouth."
You opened your mouth without hesitation, sticking your tongue out as you waited for his next move. He gripped his cock tightly at the base, stroking it a few times before tapping the head against your tongue.
One hand grabbed the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you in place as he thrust his cock fully into your waiting mouth. You gagged at the intrusion, eyes watering as you tried to breathe through the feeling.
Your lips sealed around his cock, sucking harshly as you tried to move your head the way you knew he liked, but he wasn't having any of that tonight. He was in complete control--he set the pace.
He moved his hips slowly as he stared down at you. "I like you better like this," he groaned. "Fuckin' choking on my cock instead of running your mouth."
He punctuated the statement with a harsh thrust, forcing his cock into your throat and holding you there. You squirmed as you gagged around him, trying to swallow to alleviate the discomfort.
Robby moaned loudly at the feeling of your throat constricting around him, and he held you in place for several seconds before releasing your head. You pulled back, sputtering as you tried to catch your breath, but he didn't give you more than a moment before his cock was back in your mouth, bullying your throat once more.
Your hands gripped his thighs tightly for stability as he fucked your face. "Not so fuckin' mouthy now, are you? Is this what you wanted? My cock down your fucking throat?"
You tried to nod, but his grip on your head made it impossible. Your tear-filled eyes looked up at him, trying to convey how much you were enjoying it with nothing more than a look.
He smirked down at you, thumb coming up to brush away some of your tears, further smearing your mascara on your cheek. "You look so pretty like this, baby. You were made for this, huh?"
You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his head fall back in ecstasy, a loud groan of pleasure escaping his parted lips.
He started to thrust a little faster, each movement pushing his cock slightly farther down your throat. You continued to swallow around him, desperate to make him feel as good as you could.
You knew he was close, so you ignored the burning in your lungs as you let him continue to use you. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock and flexed it on an inward thrust.
A shattered sound left Robby as he came faster than he'd expected, hot spurts of his cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed every drop, moaning contentedly until he finally pulled out.
He gripped the edge of the island just behind you, using the cold stone as support. He looked down at you and was a little surprised to see your sweet face looking up at him with such wanton desire.
"You did so well for me, pretty girl," he murmured as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.
You smiled, preening at the praise. You knew he was still recovering from his intense orgasm, but you were extremely impatient, especially after his earlier ministrations.
"Worn out already, old man?" you teased softly.
His expression darkened again. "You better watch your damn mouth."
"I can't be concerned about my boyfriend's waning stamina? I mean, at your age--"
His strong hand gripped your jaw, forcing it closed. He leaned down toward you, mouth hovering mere inches from yours. "I have plenty of stamina," he growled. "The question is, do you?"
Surprise lit up your face, unsure of where he was going with that.
"Get up." He released your jaw and stepped back, gesturing for you to follow his order. He tucked himself back into his pants as he waited.
You pulled yourself off the floor, legs a little stiff from the cold tile.
"Take off your clothes."
You looked up at him with wide eyes before glancing towards the windows behind him. It had been fine to suck his cock as no one could have really seen anything from the angle, but now you felt a little too exposed.
"But, Robby, anyone could see--"
"Did I ask you a question?"
"No--"
"Did I tell you to speak?"
You shook your head, thighs squeezing together at his authoritative tone.
"Then shut your mouth and take off your damn clothes."
You clamped your mouth shut and began to do as he asked, starting with your scrub top.
"Slower." His voice held a barely restrained hunger that sent a thrill right through you. He grabbed one of the stools beside the island and lowered himself onto it, intent on watching the show.
Your hands shook slightly as you gripped the bottom of your undershirt. You slowly pulled it over your head before letting it fall to the floor. You glanced toward the window as your fingers fiddled with the clasp of your bra, and when you unhooked it, you didn't let it fall.
"Don't tell me you're shy all of a sudden."
You looked pointedly at the window before meeting his dark gaze. "I just--what if someone sees?"
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Does that bother you, hmm? That anyone could look in and see your perfect body? See all the parts of you that are meant just for me?"
You bit your lip nervously and nodded.
He stood up and stepped toward you, eyes still dark, but with a layer of softness you hadn't seen in a while. "Does it bother you that I want that? That I want someone to walk by and see you--that I want them to be jealous of what's mine?"
Your eyes widened slightly and a small gasp left your mouth. You couldn't deny the thrill that went through you at the thought--and Robby didn't miss the way your thighs clenched.
He glanced down with a small smirk. "Would it bother you if I spread you out on this island while I ate you out like a fucking feast? Hmm?"
"Robby," you whimpered.
His large hands gripped your bra straps and tugged them down. "I've got you, baby."
You trusted him wholly and completely--and the idea that he was just as turned on by this as you were only made you want him more. You released the hold you had on your bra, finally exposing your chest to him.
"There ya go, sweetheart. Much better." He took a step back and dropped onto the stool again. "Keep going."
You slipped off your shoes and socks before untying the drawstring on your scrub pants. You were slow to lower them down your body, eyes trained on his face as he watched you.
His hungry gaze darkened further when his eyes landed on the massive wet spot in your panties. "Take 'em off nice and slow, baby."
You did as he asked, hands shaking slightly as you ignored the pulsing need in your cunt.
"Hand 'em over." He reached out a hand and you placed the damp underwear into his outstretched palm. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply with a satisfied groan before tucking them into his back pocket.
You were now completely bare in front of him, while he remained completely dressed. He hadn't even bothered to take off his shoes.
"C'mere." He beckoned you towards him and you obeyed as if pulled to him magnetically.
His hands gripped your hips as he pressed you into his body, lips slamming into yours with a shocking amount of force. He gave you no warning before pressing his tongue against your lips, demanding entry, which you gave with no resistance.
His tongue tangled with yours, teeth clashing as he devoured your mouth--thoughtlessly losing himself in the taste and feel of you.
His grip on your hips suddenly tightened and he lifted you up onto the island. "Lean back."
You did as he asked, watching nervously as he spread your thighs as wide as he possibly could.
"Look at that," he groaned, eyes locked onto your soaked pussy. "She's so needy, isn't she? Clenching around nothing--fuckin' soaked f' me." He looked up at you expectantly. "It is for me, isn't it?"
You nodded rapidly. "All for you, Robby."
He nodded before going back to staring at your exposed cunt. "She's so pretty like this. All spread out and waiting for me to touch her."
A part of you fucking loved hearing him talk about your pussy like that--the objectification was disgustingly hot.
He trailed a long finger between your pussy lips, spreading the slick as he went. "Fuckin' dripping on my counter, baby. Just wait 'til I'm done with her, she'll be so fuckin' messy."
He didn't give you time to react as he leaned forward and licked a stripe straight up your pussy. Your head fell back as a soft moan left your lips, and you felt his grip on your thighs tighten.
"Fuckin' delicious," he muttered, before diving in properly.
The scene laid out in Robby's kitchen was straight out of a porno. If a neighbor happened to look in the window, they'd see you lying naked on the island, legs spread uncomfortably wide. They'd see your fingers threaded through Robby's hair, gripping him tightly as you watched him.
They wouldn't, however, have a proper view from your angle--they wouldn't be able to see how fucking soaked Robby's face was as he buried it deeper in your cunt. They couldn't see the way his tongue delved inside of you as his nose grazed your clit with each movement, nor could they see his dark eyes glancing up through his lashes to look at the ecstasy drawn on your beautiful face.
The sounds he was drawing from you could certainly be heard by anyone walking by, but it felt much too good for you to care. The man was masterful with his mouth alone, and he had you on the edge faster than ever before.
"Robby--please," you whined. "So close."
He smirked against you, knowing full well you were seconds from that delicious feeling of bliss you'd been craving all day. Instead of easing you over the edge, he pulled away, letting your orgasm fade for the second time that day.
"No, nonononono, please--"
"You've been nothing but a brat all day, sweetheart. Only good girls get to come, and you haven't earned it."
Your nails scratched against his scalp. "Please, I'll do anything."
"That's a start," he conceded, sliding two thick fingers inside you with ease. He brushed the pads of his fingertips against your sweet spot, earning a shuddered gasp as your hips bucked toward him. He smacked your inner thigh in response. "Stop moving."
You tried to hold your body still as his fingers continued to stroke your g-spot with increasing speed and pressure. You could feel your orgasm beginning to build again and you prayed he wouldn't stop. "Please..."
"Why should I let you come?"
You struggled to find the right answer--to say whatever words he needed to hear so you could find relief. "I promise to be good!"
He laughed darkly. "Oh honey, I just don't think I can believe you."
You whimpered as he slowed his movements, orgasm slipping away yet again. "This isn't fair!"
"Aww what's not fair, sweetheart? Pushing my buttons all day? Getting your friends--my subordinates--to help? That seems pretty unfair to me."
"I-I'm sorry, daddy. I promise I won't do it again, please--"
His fingers froze in place along with the rest of his body, bringing your attention to his face. When you saw the surprise lining it, you realized exactly what you'd let slip out.
"Oh god," you gasped, mortified. "I didn't mean to--"
"Say it again, baby," Robby growled, cutting off your apology.
"D-daddy," you whispered nervously.
"Fuck." He groaned loudly as his fingers picked up their pace and he shoved his mouth back onto your cunt.
You realized he liked the pet name far more than you'd ever imagined--and damn if it didn't do something to you. "Fuck, daddy. Feels so good."
Robby moaned into your pussy as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue moving against it in just the way you liked. Your hips shot off the counter, desperate for even more friction, but he laid a strong arm across your belly, forcing you back into place.
This time, when he felt your orgasm approaching, he didn't stop. He sent you over the edge with a sharp cry, but even as your hand tightened painfully in his hair, he refused to stop.
"Wait--'s too much," you gasped.
"Not finished yet," he grumbled before adding a third finger and wrapping his mouth around your clit again.
The overstimulation was short-circuiting your brain, pain mixing with pleasure as he continued his onslaught against your pussy.
The moans that filled the kitchen mixed with the most salacious sounds you'd ever heard. He sounded like he was slurping soup out of a bowl instead of lapping up the juices from your cunt.
"Fuck! Don't stop! Daddy, please!"
He groaned into you, tongue rapidly spelling his name out against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars.
The building in your gut felt different than before--sharper somehow, the pressure more intense than it had ever been before. It almost felt wrong, as if you were seconds from bursting from the inside out.
His name broke free from your lips as the orgasm hit, the sounds of liquid splashing over the counter and onto the floor accompanying it. Robby growled hungrily as he lapped up everything he could, prolonging your orgasm until you begged him to stop.
When he lifted his head, you were mortified to see liquid literally dripping from his beard. He was covered in your juices, even his hoodie showed the remnants of your orgasm.
You opened your mouth to apologize, but he cut you off. "Don't even think about it, baby. That was the hottest fucking thing I've seen in a long time."
"I-I've never..."
"Squirted before?" When you nodded, he simply smiled. "Happy to be your first, and I can promise it won't be the last time. I told you my sweet pussy was gonna make a mess for me."
You pulled yourself up, just enough to get a view of the soaked countertop. "Oh my god." You buried your head in your hands in embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed, baby. I'll get a fucking straw and drink every drop if it'll make you feel better."
Your blush deepened, but a small smile made its way to your face. "That's not necessary."
He grinned. "I might do it anyway just because I can." He leaned down and licked the countertop between your thighs to prove his point.
You laughed and pushed him away gently. "Weirdo."
When he stepped back, you were able to see the lower half of his body. His cock was once again hard and straining against his pants. You were more than a little surprised to see it--you could count on one hand the number of times he'd been able to go two rounds in the time you'd been together.
Robby followed your gaze, smirk never leaving his face. "See something you like, honey?"
"Not enough of it," you answered honestly, looking back up at his face. "I wanna see all of you, daddy. Please."
His nostrils flared at the pet name. "I feel like I should be embarrassed for finding it so fucking hot when you call me daddy."
You inhaled sharply as a wave of arousal hit you. Sure, you found it hot to call him daddy, but hearing the word from his lips? It had you practically begging for more. You reached for him, trying to draw him back into you. "I want you, daddy," you whined.
"C'mere, baby. Wrap those pretty legs around me."
You did as he asked, ignoring the sticky wetness beneath you. He lifted you off the counter and carried you to his bedroom where he laid you gently on the bed.
You sat up so you could watch him undress, appreciative gaze sweeping over every new inch of skin you could see.
Robby'd been a little self-conscious of his body when you'd first gotten together--he was a little softer around the middle than he used to be--but the first time you'd gotten yourself off just by riding his stomach had changed all of that.
As soon as he was naked, he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as he gazed into your bright eyes. "You're so damn beautiful, sweetheart."
You blushed, cheeks darkening under his attentive gaze. "So are you."
He leaned down to kiss you properly, reveling in the feeling of your body beneath his. He was fairly certain he could kiss you forever. It didn't matter if he died from lack of oxygen--it would be worth it.
For weeks, he'd been on the edge of admitting his deepest feelings to you--but he always managed to find some excuse to keep the words to himself. But right now, in this moment, the struggle was almost unbearable.
His chest ached and his heart hammered against his ribcage. He was terrified of saying it, terrified of you not feeling the same way, but he couldn't stop himself--he couldn't keep it in anymore.
He pulled away from you, eliciting a soft whine as your lips chased after his. Your expression softened the moment you saw his, hand coming up to rest against his cheek. "Baby? What's wrong?"
Your concern only made his chest tighten--he suddenly felt like he would die if he didn't open his damn mouth.
"I love you," he breathed, the words unexpectedly soft, but no less meaningful.
You froze, eyes wide as his admission washed over you.
He needed you to know he meant it, that it wasn't a heat of the moment thing. He was desperate to assure you it had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with you. "I love you. I love you so much, (Y/N), and I've been keeping it in for weeks and it's killing me. I couldn't keep it in any longer. It's okay if you don't feel the same. I just need you to know, I love you."
You moved with shocking speed and force, flipping him onto his back and straddling him. You pressed your lips down onto his, kissing him deeply, infusing everything you felt into that kiss.
When you broke apart, breathless and dazed, you whispered your response, "I've waited so long to hear you say it."
Surprise lit up his face, brows raising high as his lips parted. "You have?"
You nodded. "Yeah, I have. Because I love you too."
He reached up and threaded his fingers in your hair, giving him leverage to pull you back down to him. "Say it again," he murmured against your lips.
"I love you."
He groaned and rolled his hips up against yours. "I fucking love you, baby."
He kissed you hungrily, messily, not caring about anything but the closeness of the moment.
He felt your hand slide down his body before gripping his cock tightly. You pulled back to allow yourself space to sink down onto his cock, earning a breathless moan from each of you as he stretched you out.
You immediately started to move, lifting yourself off him and dropping back down quickly, setting a fast pace--too fast for him.
"Easy baby," he begged. "Don't go so fast."
You ignored him. "Why not? Doesn't it feel good?"
"It feels fucking incredible, but I'm not gonna last."
"Well then you better hold it, because I'm not stopping until I'm ready."
"Didn't we just have a nice moment?" he groaned. "Why you gotta start with the attitude again?"
You leaned forward, pressing your breasts to his chest. "Because you like my attitude," you teased lowly.
He didn't want to admit it, but his body gave him away. He loved this bratty side of you almost as much as he loved your soft, sweet side.
He rolled his hips up to meet yours and you cried out, nearly collapsing onto him. He wrapped his arms around you, planted his feet and started pounding up into you, effectively taking control back for himself.
You held onto his shoulders as each thrust slammed into your deepest spots of pleasure, sending wave after wave through your body. Your teeth grazed his collarbone to keep from crying out, the pleasure almost dizzying in its intensity.
"I-oh god-I'm gonna--"
"Yeah?" he coaxed softly in your ear. "You gonna come? C'mon baby, come for daddy. You can do it."
Your teeth sunk into his soft skin as your orgasm hit you, pussy spasming around his cock as he worked you through it. He didn't slow down, even as your moans turned to whimpers.
Robby was desperately holding his own orgasm back--not willing to come until he got at least one more out of you. He rolled you onto your back, managing to keep his cock sheathed inside you.
He gave you no time to adjust to the new position, hips thrusting forward to meet yours in a steady rhythm. "You always feel so good, sweet girl. So good f' me."
Your pussy clenched down around him as aftershocks raced through your body. He groaned, jaw clenching as he held back, desperate not to come no matter how badly he wanted to.
He lowered himself onto you so he was almost pushing you down into the mattress. You loved the feeling of his body on yours, especially with the sensuality of the current moment.
His lips traced along your jaw while your fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his neck. You were too weak to do much besides lay beneath him, but he was more than happy to do all of the work.
"Feels so good," you murmured.
"Always, baby," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your pulse point. "My perfect girl."
You whined softly, hips rolling just slightly in an attempt to find friction where you needed it.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He knew damn well what you wanted, but he wanted to hear you say it.
"Need more, daddy," you whimpered.
"Yeah?" He nipped at your jaw to emphasize his next words. "Gotta tell daddy what you want or he can't help you."
You writhed under him. "Please--need you to touch my clit."
Robby smiled. "See? Was that so hard, honey?" He knew you hated condescension, but he'd made a calculated choice to use it and he was absolutely right--you moaned loudly and arched up into him as you panted softly.
He slid his hand between your bodies and began to circle your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You moaned softly, fingers clutching at his shoulders for leverage.
"Faster," you pleaded quietly. "Daddy, please."
Robby groaned as his hips picked up speed. "Fuck--I've got you, baby. I'm right there with you, but you gotta wait for me, okay?"
You whined. "I-I can't--"
"'Course you can. Wanna come with you. Just hold on."
You squeezed your eyes shut as you put all of your effort and focus onto keeping your orgasm at bay as Robby worked up to his.
Little did you know, he was simply prolonging it for both of you in order to make the pleasure more intense.
When he couldn't take it anymore, his voice came out in a low rasp, "Look at me, sweetheart."
You opened your eyes to find his beautiful brown orbs staring straight into your soul.
"Come with me, baby," he begged desperately. "Let me feel you."
You tried to keep your eyes on his as you finally succumbed to the wave of pleasure washing over you. Somewhere between the moans, the pants, and the sounds of your bodies meeting, came the sound of your name from his lips like a prayer only meant for your ears.
You held onto him as you came down, body feeling floatier than you'd ever felt before. You felt like you were sinking down into a cloud as your eyes slowly slipped closed, wrapped in the pleasure only he could bring you.
As Robby came down from his own high, he looked down at your blissful face, feeling that familiar tightening deep in his chest. He eased his softening cock from you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You barely responded to his movements, belying the peaceful, spacey state you were in.
"You with me, honey?" he asked softly, brushing your hair out of your face. "Can you open those pretty eyes for me?"
It took you a few moments to register his voice, and a couple more to actually open your eyes and meet his gaze.
"There she is," he murmured.
"Robby..."
"Right here, baby. I've got you." He pressed several gentle kisses to your face, infusing each one with the nearly boundless love he felt for you.
After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, you finally felt like your brain was operating properly again. You ran your fingers over the lines of his face, appreciating each wrinkle for what it was--a symbol of a life well-lived.
"You're so handsome," you whispered absentmindedly.
He reached up and took your hand into his. "Hush."
"I mean it," you insisted.
The smallest of smiles lit up his face, emphasizing the lines around his eyes you adored so much. "I love you."
You matched his expression. "I love hearing you say that...and I love you too."
"I'm a lucky man."
"We're both lucky." You smiled as he rolled his eyes affectionately. "We should probably get up. We uh, we made a bit of a mess."
Robby laughed. "Especially in the kitchen. We eat there."
"I mean, to be fair, that is what you were doing."
He laughed even harder. "My all-time favorite meal, that's for damn sure."
"I'm glad I could be of service." You leaned up to kiss him. "And thank you."
"For what?"
"For trusting me enough to let go."
He kissed you deeply by way of response. "Thank you for letting me."
You smiled. "Maybe next time I won't have to enlist help getting you to give in."
He chuckled. "Don't think I won't put you in your place again if you do."
the good ol praise and degradation combo will get me every time. yes i am a good girl and an angel but yes i am also a nasty greedy slut you’re SO right actually
possessive men having angry jealous missionary sex…..,,,, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at them….. looking back at them all lovestruck and them getting even more possessive because they want to be the only one to see you that way..,,,,…. aaaaughhshdhff
i’m ovulating so bad today and all i can think about is slow, deep, intimate sex in public…
the kind where he’s pressed so close against you, chest to chest, barely moving his hips but sinking so fucking deep with every thrust. it’s torturously good. your pussy is so wet that you can both hear the filthy little squelch every time he rolls his hips, and you have to bite your lip so hard to stay quiet.
both of you breathing shakily against each other’s mouths, trying not to moan, foreheads pressed together while you stare straight into each other’s eyes. that intense, unblinking eye contact that makes everything feel ten times filthier. every slow drag of his cock makes your thighs tremble, but you can’t look away. he won’t let you.
just heavy breathing, wet sounds, and that overwhelming feeling of being completely full and connected while the rest of the world is right there, oblivious.
sad insecure gf 🤝 bf who fucks her roughly and passionately til there's no doubt in her mind that she's good enough for him and the prettiest in his eyes
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