ONE-SHOTS
- Bath
- That's My Girl (NSFW)
- Workout
- "I've got you, sweetheart."
- Pretty Girl (NSFW)
- Desperate - Jack x Reader x Robby (NSFW)
SERIES
- Let Me Show You
OTHERs (DRABBLES, HEADCANONS, BLURBS)
- Cold Hands
- Hickeys
- Jack x Reader x Robby
- Late Afternoon Swim Jack x Reader x Robby
- A Perfect Fit GN!Reader
- Oral Male!Reader
-Foolin' Around
Ever since Andrew found out about the pregnancy, his sleep has worsened. He had an emergency bag in the wardrobe, just in case, and practiced many times the fastest way to get to the hospital by car.
He also watched videos of women giving birth in the pool or in the car, you can never predict these things, nor the traffic in Oceanside.
He wanted to be prepared.
Andrew had always loved watching you sleep, and you did not mind. Now it felt different, he would always keep a hand on your belly, who was slowly starting to show, as if he wanted to remember the size of it.
"The baby is not going to grow overnight" you always reassured him, but he did not care.
His baby was growing, and he did not want to miss an inch.
According to the many books he had read, and they were many, the baby was supposed to start moving by now and Andrew was starting to get impatient.
Just when he was about to lose hope and finally try to sleep, a small bump hit his big hand. He took him a second little fist to realise it was his baby. His little boxer giving the first kicks.
Eyes filled with tears, it all suddenly felt so real. He looked up at your sleeping figure, and decided against waking you up and savoured the moment along by himself.
The following morning while he was making breakfast, you woke up running into the kitchen yelling that you felt the baby kicking for the first time.
Andrew thought the moment lived yesterday with his baby was the most precious experience in his life. Only second to the smile you gave him as you placed his hand on your belly to make him feel your child moving inside of you.
you should share some head cannons for your favourite shawn characters 🎀
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AURORA!!! here are some of the first one i thought of, also a few of these are based on vibes since i havent watched animal kingdom or southland
in order from most to least sfw (hope you enjoy!)
pope sleeps so still and so silently, you can only really hear him breathing if you're pressed right up against him
jack snores like a freight train, and uses those nose strips whenever you are sleeping with him or else you will be up all night
stan is super cuddly and lovey dovey when he's sleepy, if he's going to sleep you are joining him in bed and if you still have work to do, you are sitting in bed with your laptop and he is fast asleep with his arm around your waist
grant has tattoos for sure, maybe not a full sleeve but at least one or two on his bicep, perhaps he got one to remember your first international trip together trying a bunch of different foods
possessive titus is just canon at this point, but he find it so hot if you are just as possessive over him
titus loves taking you to super fancy restaurants and events and showing you off
jack prefers a less flashy date night, like I think he would love to invite you over on his day off and have a super romantic night in
ipad kid grant, text blown up so big, that man is sexting you on his ipad, and looking at your nudes full screen (i also love ipad kid jack)
you and grant always "thumbs up" sexy pics as a joke before actually coming up with a real response
every single one of them are switches, they all enjoy taking charge, they LOVE when you want to get rough with them
like if you push him up against the wall while you're making out, instantly hard
you push him on the bed, he's a little surprised but says "damn babe, im all yours"
sammy wants you to use his cuffs on him, he likes it when you tease him a little even if he's begging you to stop
Summary: Robby had a strict “no shower sex” rule due to all the cases he’d seen in the ED, but that didn’t mean there weren’t other ways to be dirty while trying to get clean. Or, three times things got steamy in the shower (and one time that reminds you why the rule is in place to begin with).
tags/warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, unprotected piv sex, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, nipple play, a sprinkle of subby!Robby, implied age gap (reader calls Robby ‘old man’), reader is also a healthcare professional, established relationship, no use of y/n, robby being a silly goofy guy because i firmly believe that’s what he is when he’s not actively wanting to kill himself!!!!
wc: 5.5k
a/n: first fic!!! long time lurker, first time poster!! whew this got away from me and I ended up writing far more than I originally intended, but i just! love shower/bathtub sex it’s just so intimate, and i feel like so many dynamics can play out in a way that they don’t in the bedroom. anyways I hope someone enjoys this!!
Your legs felt like jelly and your arms ached by the time you got home. The shift hadn’t even been particularly bad, just tedious and long. You had to stay two hours overtime due to a combination of the ED being understaffed, and the incessant charting that always seemed to be looming over you, and all you wanted to do was go home, kiss your boyfriend, and take a nice hot bath.
You entered the apartment and immediately sought out Robby. It didn’t take you long to find him lounging on the couch, readers on and book in hand. You could feel the scowl on your face as you trudged over to him, all but falling into his lap and burrowing into his neck, letting out a long whine.
“Bad day?” Robby asked, setting down his book and petting over your hair. You shook your head, “Just long. ‘m tired. and achy,” you sighed. “Want to take a bath,” you said, but couldn’t find the motivation to push yourself up and actually do it.
“Yeah? Want me to go run it for you?” he asked, already moving to get up.
“Yes, please, you’re an angel,” you said, pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss. “Can you add those fancy lavender bath salts, please? And some bubble bath?” you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.
“Of course, honey, just don’t fall asleep on me out here,” he teased, reminding you of the last time you requested a bath, and, regrettably, fell asleep before you could enjoy it.
“I won’t, promise,” you said, holding out your pinky. He hooked his pinky around yours and left you with one final kiss as you settled back into the cushions to wait. It didn’t take long for your eyelids to droop, and before you knew it you could faintly hear Robby’s voice calling to you.
Your eyes snapped open, “I’m up! I’m awake!” you said, jolting up from the couch, trying desperately to not look like you’d been dozing off.
“I saw you. Your eyes were closed,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned against the door frame.
“They were not!” you argued, knowing full well they were.
“Yup. They were, but I’ll let it slide,” he said fondly, shaking his head “Your bubble bath awaits you. Let's get you in before you doze off again.” He moved behind you and began guiding you into the bathroom.
“Hmmm, might need a chaperone, then. Wouldn’t want me to drown because I fell asleep in the tub, would you?”
“Oh no, we can’t have that,” he said with mock concern, “you’ll definitely need supervision. Might even need to take a hands-on approach,” he said, hands slipping down to grope your hips and ass over your scrubs.
You hummed, grabbing his hands and stilling their descent into the waistband of your pants, “don’t start something you can’t finish, big guy.”
“Who says you’re not gonna finish, sweetheart?” he asked, a smug smile on his face.
You shook your head as you walked into the bathroom, only to see that Robby’d pulled out all the stops for you. The scent of lavender wafted from the tub, which was filled with just the right amount of bubbles, the lights were dimmed and candles were lit. He’d somehow even managed to pour you a glass of wine and leave it perched on the little stool beside the tub without you noticing.
You let out a groan at the sight, slumping back in his hold and thanking him before quickly stripping. Robby slipped in first, hissing briefly at the volcanic temperature he knew you liked for your baths.
You step in after Robby settles himself, sighing as you submerge yourself into the hot water and Robby’s hold. You wiggle back against him to get comfortable, resting your head against his shoulder. His arms circle around you and hold you close, big hands drifting up and down your sides.
You chatted quietly about your respective days between sips of wine; Robby had the day off and spent the day not doing much of anything, blessedly. You regaled him with stories about the patients you’d seen and keep him abreast of the gossip circulating around the ED–some of which he was interested in; some he’d wished he never heard, especially when you start talking about who’s supposedly hooking up with who.
Soon enough, conversation lulled, the two of you content to sit together in the warm water and enjoy each other's presence. That is, until Robby’s hands started wandering, brushing up and down your sides, skimming your ribs with featherlight touches before moving to cup your breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh, grazing your nipples ever so gently before rolling them between his fingers. You let out a soft sigh of contentment, back arching, pushing your tits more firmly against his hands.
Robby noses at your neck, beard rough against your skin as he marks your neck, biting softly before laving over the marks with his hot tongue to sooth the sting. You can’t help the soft moans that leave you, overwhelmed by the way Robby can make you a mess with a few well-placed touches and kisses.
One hand continues toying with your nipple, and the other trails down your body, fingers stopping briefly to flit across your abdomen before continuing down to your thighs. Your breath hitches as he begins rubbing soft circles into the tender skin of your inner thigh, so close to where you’re aching for him to pay some attention.
“Don’t tease,” you pout, angling your head back to look up at him, eyes hooded with lust.
“‘m not teasing, honey. Just trying to make you feel good,” he replied honestly, cupping your mound in his hand and squeezing gently before he parted your lips with his middle finger.
“Always so wet for me,” he murmured, spreading your wetness up and over your clit. “Even under the water, I can tell you’re absolutely soaking for me.” He circled around your clit softly, never putting direct pressure on it. You whined, bucking your hips in search of more friction, for something to grind your nub on, but he kept up his ministrations around your clit, driving you mad.
Your hips breached the surface of the water, waves sloshing and spilling over the edge of the tub and onto the floor from your desperate movements.
“You’re making a mess, sweetheart,” Robby chided, hand abandoning your nipple and slinging his arm around your hips to hold you still against him. You could feel his hard cock under you, pressing emphatically against your back. You wondered, briefly, if you could make him cum from rubbing against him in this position. Probably.
“please Robby, thought you weren’t gonna tease me,” you pouted, grabbing his forearm in a weak attempt to force his hand onto your throbbing clit.
He hummed, mulling it over. “okay, okay, I'll give you what you want, sweet girl,” he acquiesced, chucking softly at the frown on your face. He resituated you, hooking your legs over his, opening you up wider for him. Your hips sat just a fraction above the water line, bubbles dissipated by now, giving you a clear sight of his hand between your thighs.
You let out a cry when he finally made contact with your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles against it just the way you liked. You let out a keening moan, body shivering from the delayed attention. “Always so responsive for me,” he whispered against your ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and biting gently.
Without warning he abandoned your clit, two fingers plunging deep into your pussy. Robby set a fast pace, fingers curling against your walls, fingertips pressing up against that spongy spot that made your pussy clench and stars to burst behind your eyelids. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing merciless circles against it.
“fuck, please Robby, r-right there,” you cried, body writhing on top of his. The only sounds in the bathroom were your wanton moans and the soft plap plap plap of Robby’s hand against the water.
You could feel the coil in your stomach winding tighter, quickly approaching the precipice of your climax. The stretch of Robby’s fingers was glorious, but you wanted more. “want another one,” you whimpered, wanting to feel the dull ache of him stretching you out and stuffing you full with his fingers.
“Yeah? My greedy little girl wants her pussy stuffed with my fingers? Hm?” he taunted, already moving to slip in a third finger. A strangled moan slipped from your lips, back arching up impossibly from his chest, ass rubbing up against his cock. Robby landed a slap to your pussy, just hard enough to sting, “fuck, sweetheart, you keep doing that and we’ll both be making a mess,” he cursed behind you, rutting his hips up to slide between your cheeks.
You threw an arm back around his neck, fingers grasping at the short hairs there and tugging. You were getting close, hips jerking against his hand in uncoordinated thrusts, desperate for release.
Your head hung back against Robby’s shoulder, letting out a near constant stream of moans and whimpers, Robby’s long, thick fingers working relentlessly against your walls, thumb pressed tight against your clit.
“Don’t–don’t stop, please Robby, I’m gonna–”
“I know, sweetheart,” he cooed, a hand moving back to your nipple, pinching hard between his fingers. “cum for me, wanna feel your tight little pussy squeezin’ my fingers, shit, wanna feel you fall apart.”
Robby rubbed harshly against your clit one, two, three more times and you’re coming. White hot sparks coursing through your body, back arched, a sob leaving your lips as the pleasure radiates through your body. Your legs try desperately to close from the overwhelming sensation, but Robby’s legs keep you pried open, unable to anything but feel the full force of your climax. You’re not completely sure you don’t black out for a second.
You faintly hear Robby grunting behind you, but you’re too blissed out to know why.
You’re boneless in his grasp when you resurface, brain foggy and limbs sluggish. It takes you a minute to realize his fingers are still moving, that his thumb hasn’t stopped circling your clit.
“‘s too much,” you whined, hips pulling away from and chasing his fingers in equal measure, unsure if you were running away from the contact or begging for more. Robby pressed harshly against your clit, earning an embarrassing squeal-moan combination you weren’t sure you’d ever made before.
He tutted, “you told me not to start anything I couldn’t finish, so I made you finish. And I want you to finish again. and again. and again,” you barely caught the evil grin plastered to his face before he moved to press hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, continuing his devious assault on your clit.
You could barely catch your breath, the overstimulation making it hard to think, words heavy in your mouth. “what about you?” you asked, hand clumsily reaching behind you to try and grab his cock, finding it already softening.
He huffed out a laugh, “don’t worry about me, you took care of that all by yourself, honey, grinding that ass against me. I’ve got all night to play with your pretty little pussy,” he said
It was going to be a long night.
You knew it’d been a bad day before you saw him.
It was nearly 10pm when you heard the front door shut with a little more force than necessary. There was no “honey, I’m home,” or other such cheesy remark. Robby toed off his shoes quietly, dropping his keys in the catch-all by the door with a heavy sigh.
He stood in the entryway, eyes closed, for a beat before making his way over to you on the couch, where you were cozied up with a blanket and book. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before quickly making his way to the bedroom. Even with how hard he found it to cope with the bad days, he knew not to take it out on you.
You knew on days like this he needed some time to himself to decompress, so you didn’t immediately trail after him. About 10 minutes later, though, you padded into the bedroom, and subsequently into the en suite bathroom.
You stripped your clothes off as you entered the steam filled room, the air thick with it and the unreleased tension radiating from Robby. He stood in the shower, facing away from you, unmoving. You pushed the shower door open and quickly stepped in behind him.
You pressed your front to his back, smoothing your hands over his shoulders and arms, grounding him in the moment. His shoulders slumped a fraction, the tension not erased entirely, but eased enough for him to breathe a little easier; to pause the spiral you’re sure he’s already started down.
You still hadn’t spoken yet; hadn’t asked about what happened. No, what Robby needed right now wasn’t an exploration of how and why his day went so badly. He just needed contact. He just needed you.
You wrapped your arms around him fully, rubbing soft circles into the plush of his stomach and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Have you washed your hair yet?” you asked quietly, pressing kisses along the back of his neck and upper shoulders.
Robby tightened his arms around yours, entwining your hands together over his stomach, and gave a quick shake of his head. You nodded, pecking him one last time just under his ear before moving to grab the shampoo. Squirting just enough into your palms, you began to massage the product into his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp in the process.
The sound Robby let out could only be described as the human equivalent to a purr. It was deep and throaty, warm and needy. His head tilted back a little more, giving you a better angle. You washed his hair longer than strictly necessary, but you knew how much he loved it, this little act of intimacy, so you didn’t mind the mild ache that started building up in your arms. Soon, though, you tipped his head forward to rinse out the shampoo, before moving on to conditioner, which you quickly applied.
“Want me to wash you?” you asked, already reaching for the washcloth and body wash.
“You don’t have to,” he replied weakly, voice hoarse from disuse.
“I know,” you replied, “Want to, if you’ll let me,” you finished, lathering up his woodsy body wash onto the cloth.
He nodded then, and you set to work, first scrubbing over his shoulders and back, moving down over his arms and legs. You gave the same treatment to his front, still pressed against his back as you tried to wash every bit of skin you could reach. The angle was a bit awkward, but you knew he didn’t want to turn around and face you yet, still ashamed of the way he handled the bad days, the way he’d go silent even when all he wanted to do was break down. But he wasn’t shutting you out, and he was letting you take care of him, so you weren’t going to argue with him about shower stances.
Once finished, you stood quietly for a moment as you let the water wash over him, rinsing away the soap. Slowly, you slipped your arms around his front, dragging your fingertips up and down his chest, tracing over his collarbone and any other traces of skin you could get your hands on.
You continued down, brushing your fingers slightly over his nipples. His breath hitched, throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “You don’t have to…” he said again, but not able to protest but so much.
“Shhh… just let me take care of you,” you murmured back, already pinching his nipples softly between your thumb and forefinger, tugging and rolling them between your fingers before soothing them over with gentle touches. “Y’do so much for everybody else, just let me make you feel good.”
You continued like that for a while, pulling out small whines from Robby. One hand remained on his nipple, teasing softly, while the other trailed down his stomach, stopping briefly to knead and rub over his soft belly, before coming to rest just above his cock.
He wasn’t completely hard yet, but he wasn’t far off. You brushed your hand against him, feeling him twitch as your fingertips ran up and down his length, light enough to tease him until he was fully erect. He was hot and heavy as you gripped him, always filling your hand like it was made for you.
Your fingers traced over his head, collecting the steady stream of precum that was dripping from the tip and spreading it down his cock with a few languid strokes. It wasn’t the ideal lubricant, but it was better than just water; it would have to do.
You continued your pace, twisting up and over the head with the palm of your hand every couple of strokes. Robby hung his head forward, bracing himself against the shower wall with one hand, the other clenching and unclenching into a fist at his side. He was letting out whimpers freely now, abandoning all pretense of stoicism he’d held onto before.
“Please” he whined, thrusting shallowly into your hand.
You moved the hand not jerking him off to his hip, stilling his movement. “Just let me do all the work, okay? All you gotta do is stand there and look pretty for me, okay, honey?” you said, “Can you be a good boy and do that for me?”
Robby’s cock twitched at the term of endearment, and he nodded his head vigorously, not wanting to risk you stopping your ministrations.
“Words, baby,” you chided, squeezing a bit harder on your next stroke. “Yes, yes, I can be a good boy. Can let you do all the work,” he whimpered, muscles tensing from trying so hard not to fuck your hand.
“I know you can. You do such a good job, baby, even when you think you don’t,” you crooned, picking up speed as you stroked his cock. Robby preened at the praise, moaning and groaning at each affirmation you threw his way.
Your unoccupied hand moved further down, cupping his balls and fondling them gently, before traveling down slightly lower and pressing two fingers against his asshole. Not enough to breach the entrance, but enough stimulation to make a strangled cry leave Robby’s throat.
You knew Robby was getting close when he got louder, letting out a steady stream of moans and whimpers, along with breathy exhales of your name. You redoubled your efforts, hand moving quickly up and down his shaft and fingers rubbing tight circles against his hole. “You’re bein’ so good for me like this, baby, lettin’ me take care of you,” you said, teeth catching his earlobe and sucking gently. “You gonna be a good boy and cum? Hm? Gonna make a mess for me, Mikey?” you asked.
“Yes! Gonna cum, please, please, please,” he pleaded, eyes clamped shut and mouth hanging open.
“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” you commanded, and with a final swipe of your thumb over his slit, Robby was coming long, hot spurts. The sound he let out was delicious, and you could feel how absolutely, debaucherously wet you were between your thighs. You milked him for all he had, only pulling away when Robby whimpered and grabbed your wrist, stilling your movement.
He stood there breathing heavily for a few moments, still braced against the shower wall. You ran your hands over his shoulders, thumbs applying gentle pressure to the area between his shoulder blades, whispering words of praise. Content to stand there with him as he came down.
Once his breathing started to even out, he turned around and gathered you up in his arms. “Thank you,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your hair. “ ‘m sorry I’m like this. Don’t know why I can’t just let the bad days go.”
You grasped his face between your palms, tilting his head to look at you, “Don’t have to apologize, baby. I know you’re trying your best,” you said, “Did so good letting me take care of you tonight.” He melted into the palm of your hand, pressing a kiss there before squeezing you tighter against him and pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “I love you,” he said, hands skimming down your sides to grab at your ass, “and I'm gonna eat you out so good when we get to bed,” he promised, playfully biting at your neck.
You giggled, “Yeah? Let's get outta here then,” and you’re moving to open the door and grab towels before he can respond.
It had been a hellish 15 hour shift by the time you and Robby got home, wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed and sleep for the next 24 hours. But neither of you could forego a shower, needing to get rid of the smell of antiseptic, blood, and other bodily fluids before you could actually relax.
Which is how you ended up perched sidesaddle on Robby’s lap on the shower bench, lazily washing each other off. Somewhere between sudsing up Robby’s body and rinsing him off, your hand found purchase on his cock and you began slowly stroking him, unhurried in your pace, just enjoying the little sounds you pulled from him. You shared sloppy, uncoordinated kisses that left both of you spitslick and simply breathing into each others’ mouths more often than not.
Robby wrapped one arm securely around your waist while the other moved between your legs, opening you up for him. The angle was awkward–arms crisscrossed and bumping together every once in a while, your leg almost dangling off his lap–but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was your mutual release.
Your head dropped back when he finally made contact with your cunt, his fingers tracing around your lips before stopping at your entrance. Two fingers spread your slick from hole to clit, his fingertips dancing teasingly over it without applying any real pressure. You let out a frustrated whimper in dissatisfaction, and he let out a tired chuckle before giving into what you really wanted.
He rubbed lazy circles on your clit before returning to your entrance and plunging one finger, then two, his long digits searching and finding that soft, spongy spot that you’d never been able to reach yourself. The heel of his hand was situated perfectly for you to grind on, which you did without a second thought. Your body buzzed at the feeling of his rough skin against your clit, spurring your hips into faster and more desperate circles as you chased the friction.
Stars danced behind your eyelids as his fingers alternated between curling motions and scissoring you open, your hips chasing his hand and properly fucking yourself on him.
At the same time, you kept stroking his cock, faster now, squeezing and twisting just the way he liked, passing your thumb over the head every other stroke. He was throbbing in your hand, hips bucking up in jerky, uncoordinated thrusts.
Robby’s full-throated moans were muffled as he dipped his head down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking the pebbled flesh with his tongue before gently biting down.
The two of you were silent save for the moans and groans you pulled from one another, abandoning your usual dirty talk and working with a quiet determination to get to the finish line.
Your breath hitched as you approached the edge of your orgasm, the combined sensations working in tandem to throw you off the cliff. But it wasn’t enough.
You dropped your head into the crook of his neck, soft mewls leaving your lips. “Need more, Mikey,” you whined into his ear, still grinding down against his palm. “Need you inside me,” you continued, finally pulling his hand away and readjusting yourself directly over his lap.
You took a hold of his cock and swiped it through your folds a few times, each pass providing delicious friction against your clit, before slowly sinking down. It took a minute; it always did with Robby, no matter how many times you’d taken him. But soon enough your bodies were flush together, and you began rocking your hips, small grinding motions that had your clit rubbing against the thick thatch of hair at the base of Robby’s cock.
It wasn’t a particularly comfortable position, what with the granite of the shower bench biting into your knees, but all you could think about was the way Robby’s cock was stretching you out. You could feel every inch of him this way; every ridge and vein on his gorgeous cock as he fucked up into you, tip kissing your cervix in the best way.
Robby’s hands rested on your waist, guiding your movements, hips meeting yours each time you sank back down. His mouth returned to your breasts, sucking and biting marks into the supple flesh surrounding your nipples before taking one in his mouth and sucking, cheeks hollowed out. The oversensitivity burned–it was almost too much, but the line between pleasure and pain was perfectly blurred.
When Robby detached himself from your breast, his eyes were glassy as he looked up at you. “Shit, sweetheart, look so pretty sittin’ on my cock,” he breathed out, eyes fixed on the way your tits bounced as you eased yourself up and down his cock faster and faster, using his shoulders for leverage. His hand slithered between your bodies and found your clit, sweeping in side-to-side motions that had your toes curling.
It didn’t take long then, your core tightening before the dam burst, your vision whiting out as pleasure coursed through your body. You let out a sharp cry as your orgasm washed over you, walls spasming, a wave a slick gushing out and over Robby’s cock and thighs.
Your pulsating cunt sent Robby over the edge. With a final thrust, Robby pulled you close, impaling you impossibly deep on his cock, “fuuuuck honey, that’s it. Love feeling you cum all over my cock,” he grit out, head thrown back as he came. You felt him deep in your belly, warmth spreading through you before slowly seeping down and out, washed away by the cooling water.
You sat slumped against Robby, breathing heavily as his cock softened in your still quivering pussy. Robby held you close, hands smoothing up and down your back as tried to ground you. Your thighs were still trembling–from the orgasm, the position, the exertion–and you knew the ache tomorrow would be a nightmare, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you buried your head in the crook of Robby’s neck, inhaling his scent.
“mmm I don’t think we got very clean,” you mumbled tiredly.
“No, I don’t think we did,” he replied, equally as blasé. “You did break the ‘no shower sex’ rule though,” he said, shooting you a tired smirk.
“Just me? I recall you being there too,” you mused, smiling up at him dopily.
“I was seduced by a very charming rule-breaker. What’s your excuse?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“My excuse is that my very hot boyfriend was sitting in front of me with his very pretty, very hard cock just begging to be fucked. I was tempted, sue me.”
“Oh is that so? You just fell victim to my big, pretty cock, did you?”
“mhm.”
“yeah, that tracks,” he laughed, shaking his head. He waited a beat, then, “We have the rule for a reason, y’know,” he argued, but you could tell the fight–the very little he had in him to begin with–had bled out.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t want to get hurt and all that,” you said, knowing the lecture by heart by now. “But this ‘very charming’ ruler-breaker thinks it was worth it,” you concluded, yawning.
“Yeah,” he sighed, content. “Worth it.”
It was a rare Sunday morning–one that you and Robby both had off. The pitter patter of the shower did little to mask the sound of your combined moans and giggles. You and Robby were unable to keep your hands off of one another. Robby’s hands were gliding across your body, groping and squeezing your tits, ass, thighs, and any other bits of flesh he could reach. You weren’t doing much better, hands scratching down his back, nails digging into his ass as you pulled him closer to you.
You shared sloppy kisses, teeth gnashing occasionally, causing you both to break out into a fit of giggles into each others’ mouths more than once.
Before you knew it you were being pressed against the shower door, the cool glass a welcomed contrast to the hot water. Robby tapped your thigh, urging you up to wrap your legs around his waist, to which you obliged. He rutted against you, cock slipping between your folds. Your lips caressed his shaft as he slid against you, bumping your clit with each thrust. His tip caught on your entrance every now and then, pressing in every so briefly before continuing its path through your sopping folds.
With a garbled moan you grabbed Robby’s cock as it once again snagged against your hole, holding it there until Robby’s hips slowly inched forward. You both moaned as the tip of Robby’s cock breached your entrance, his head falling to rest against your shoulder. He slid the rest of his length into you, his hips rolling experimentally against you as he found his rhythm.
His pace was slow, unhurried as he pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips back, cock buried deep in your cunt. You loved being split open on Robby’s cock, the feeling of being stuffed full almost intoxicating. Everything else was drowned out by the sound of your and Robby’s moans.
You’re not sure who or what slipped, but one moment you were pinned against the shower door with your legs wrapped securely around Robby’s waist as he thrust into you, and the next, you were catching yourself against the door, and Robby was gripping onto the metal safety bar for dear life.
It was deathly quiet, save for your combined pants and heavy breathing, the air still as you processed what just happened. Then–before you could stop yourself–you burst out laughing. You couldn’t help it; Robby looked genuinely shellshocked by the turn of events.
“You’re laughing!? We just almost died and you’re laughing?” He asked incredulously.
“I’m sorry, it’s just–you look so,” you couldn’t breathe, trying hard to contain your giggles but failing miserably. “You look so bewildered,” you finally choked out.
“I am bewildered!”
Robby was shaking his head in disbelief. “This is exactly why we have the ‘no shower sex’ rule in the first place!” He exclaimed, still catching his breath.
You reached up to hold his face between your palms, “I know, baby, I know,” you murmured, a little condescendingly, rubbing your thumbs across his scruffy cheeks. “we were having fun, though,” you insisted.
He looked down his nose at you, shooting you a disapproving look. “I could’ve broken a hip, y’know,” he grumbled, sounding displeased, but wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight against him anyway.
“Oh yeah, I forgot I was with such an old man,” you joked, rolling your eyes at him. “What, are you gonna start telling me stories that start with, ‘back in my day,’ now?” you questioned, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting soft kisses against his chest. His heart was still beating wildly.
Robby huffed, delivering a sharp smack to your ass. “Old man, huh? That what you’re gonna be calling me when I fuck you into the mattress later? Hm?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
You rested your chin against his chest, looking up at him with a gleam in your eye. “Let’s not pretend that it doesn’t get you unbelievably hard when I call you ‘old man’,” you whispered, fingers tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck.
As if to prove you right, you felt his dick twitch against your thigh.
Not to be outdone, Robby grabbed your chin between his fingers, bringing your lips close to his as he whispered, “and let’s not pretend you’re not soaked at the thought of this dirty old man pounding into your sweet little pussy.”
You felt your cheeks heat, and your pussy throb. “Touché,” you smiled, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him deep, tongue tangling with his messily.
You rolled your hips against his softly, just enough to tease. Robby groaned, chasing your lips as you pulled away and reached to shut off the water.
You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and sauntering off towards the door. Robby was still standing in the shower, lips swollen and eyes glassy.
You looked back at him over your shoulder, “are you coming, old man? I’m ready to be fucked in to the mattress,” you said, shooting him a cheeky grin before walking off into the bedroom.
The old man couldn’t move fast enough.
a/n: thank you for reading!!! feedback is always appreciated <3
i feel like sammy would be soo funny. like you guys are laying in your shared bed after you’ve put the kids to sleep, just talking and he’s adding little side comments making you laugh until your stomach hurts, he’s laughing along beside you.
you do that stupid tiktok trend where you look at the ceiling and see if your eyes look weird and you’re both in tears by the end of it, gasping for air and holding your stomach. shushing each other because you’re trying not to wake your babies, you eventually drift off to sleep with a soft smile on your faces, sammy’s nose nuzzled against your shoulder slope, kissing it softly, arms around your waist.
