you take a seat in robby’s lap when there’s no seats available at the family barbecue. water droplets still drip from your limbs and your damp binki but robby doesn’t seem to mind as he wraps his arms around you to keep you from falling.
“having a good time, pumpkin?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder, the soft hair of his beard tickles your skin.
“mhm!” you nod while taking a bite of your food, resting your head against his.
“good,” he hums as he presses a kiss against your shoulder, seemingly without a care of who’s around to see.
“daddy!” you giggle, your voice low as you check around to see if anyone had seen, it doesn’t seem like they had.
“what?” he asks in an exaggerated tone before placing yet another kiss to your shoulder, getting closer to your neck.
“there’s people here! moms here!” you whisper, squirming in his lap as he places another wet kiss to your damp skin.
“don’t worry, they’re not looking.” his hand creeps up your thigh, squeezing at your plush skin, inching closer to your core.
“well, better be quiet then, hm?”
you take his advice, biting back a moan as two of his fingers slip underneath your bikini bottoms, finding your clit immediately. you lean into him more, hiding your flushed face in his neck.
“please, not here.” you beg quietly, your voice coming out as barely a pathetic whimper that has robby’s cock hardening under your ass.
“no, here. now you’ll be a good girl and cum for dad, won’t you pumpkin?” his voice comes out a little meaner than intended as covertly sinks both fingers inside of your tight entrance.
you have to bite down on his shoulder to keep the pathetic little whines in that are fighting to get out and despite your deep embarrassment you can’t help but nod at his request. always so eager to be such a good little girl for dad.
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you take a seat in robby’s lap when there’s no seats available at the family barbecue. water droplets still drip from your limbs and your damp binki but robby doesn’t seem to mind as he wraps his arms around you to keep you from falling.
“having a good time, pumpkin?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder, the soft hair of his beard tickles your skin.
“mhm!” you nod while taking a bite of your food, resting your head against his.
“good,” he hums as he presses a kiss against your shoulder, seemingly without a care of who’s around to see.
“daddy!” you giggle, your voice low as you check around to see if anyone had seen, it doesn’t seem like they had.
“what?” he asks in an exaggerated tone before placing yet another kiss to your shoulder, getting closer to your neck.
“there’s people here! moms here!” you whisper, squirming in his lap as he places another wet kiss to your damp skin.
“don’t worry, they’re not looking.” his hand creeps up your thigh, squeezing at your plush skin, inching closer to your core.
“well, better be quiet then, hm?”
you take his advice, biting back a moan as two of his fingers slip underneath your bikini bottoms, finding your clit immediately. you lean into him more, hiding your flushed face in his neck.
“please, not here.” you beg quietly, your voice coming out as barely a pathetic whimper that has robby’s cock hardening under your ass.
“no, here. now you’ll be a good girl and cum for dad, won’t you pumpkin?” his voice comes out a little meaner than intended as covertly sinks both fingers inside of your tight entrance.
you have to bite down on his shoulder to keep the pathetic little whines in that are fighting to get out and despite your deep embarrassment you can’t help but nod at his request. always so eager to be such a good little girl for dad.
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squirting when you sit on robby’s face for the first time.
you’re so shocked by what happened at first, then shock makes way for embarrassment. you’re scrambling to get off his face, apologising profusely as your face heats up.
he grabs both of your thighs and pulls you down so you’re sat on his chest and he’s looking up at you with nothing but love and adoration through his soaked glasses.
he takes them off and places them on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as much as he can with your weight on him. his hands travel from your thighs to grab both of your hands to hold them in his own.
“shit. you’re something else, baby. don’t you ever apologise for doing something so beautiful ever again, okay?”
your blush grows deeper and you make yourself look away, embarrassment still coursing through you. it’s somehow only deepened by robby’s praise.
“hey, look at me.” he instructs, bringing his hand up to your face forcing you to look at him.
“i said, don’t ever apologise for doing something so beautiful ever again..okay?” he repeats, his tone more serious this time.
“o-okay,” you nod.
“good,” robby smiles. “now let’s see if we can’t make you do that again.”
squirting when you sit on robby’s face for the first time.
you’re so shocked by what happened at first, then shock makes way for embarrassment. you’re scrambling to get off his face, apologising profusely as your face heats up.
he grabs both of your thighs and pulls you down so you’re sat on his chest and he’s looking up at you with nothing but love and adoration through his soaked glasses.
he takes them off and places them on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as much as he can with your weight on him. his hands travel from your thighs to grab both of your hands to hold them in his own.
“shit. you’re something else, baby. don’t you ever apologise for doing something so beautiful ever again, okay?”
your blush grows deeper and you make yourself look away, embarrassment still coursing through you. it’s somehow only deepened by robby’s praise.
“hey, look at me.” he instructs, bringing his hand up to your face forcing you to look at him.
“i said, don’t ever apologise for doing something so beautiful ever again..okay?” he repeats, his tone more serious this time.
“o-okay,” you nod.
“good,” robby smiles. “now let’s see if we can’t make you do that again.”
I just love the idea of Robby being so used to date women his age that, when he sees you looking a bit weird and tired and asks you, “What’s going on?”, you tell him, “Idk, I think my period is about to come,” and he’s like, “Ah yeah, you still get those.”
robby goes overboard when you’re on your period
omg!! and the next time u come over to his house you open the cupboard in his bathroom to find basically the entire feminine hygiene aisle in there. every single size in pad and panty liners and tampons.
“uh…mikey?” you call out from the bathroom, stood staring at the scene in front of you, truly dumbfounded.
“yeah, what’s up, sweetheart?” you hear from the doorway behind you.
“why does your cupboard look like the target period section?” you blink absently a couple of times before turning to him, he’s leaning in the door frame with a look of pride on his face.
“well, i didn’t know what you preferred to use and what absorbency you needed so…i brought all of it, just to be safe.” he rubs the back of his neck, slightly doubting that he did the right thing now.
you pause for a second, looking back at the cupboard and then back to him with a big smile creeping up on your face. you take a couple of steps towards him, closing the gap between you and wrap your arms around his middle, leaning up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his bearded jaw.
“thank you, this is…thank you.” it seems so silly but you have to blink back tears, no other man has gone above and beyond for you like this before.
“it’s too much isn’t it? i got too much…” robby sighs.
you shake your head and let out another little laugh. “i mean, maybe a little but we can always donate the stuff that i won’t use to a women’s shelter. don’t worry, mikey. you did good. i love you so much.”
that proud smile returns to his face, along with his signature blush that blooms up his neck. “i love you too, sweetheart.”
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I just love the idea of Robby being so used to date women his age that, when he sees you looking a bit weird and tired and asks you, “What’s going on?”, you tell him, “Idk, I think my period is about to come,” and he’s like, “Ah yeah, you still get those.”
robby goes overboard when you’re on your period
omg!! and the next time u come over to his house you open the cupboard in his bathroom to find basically the entire feminine hygiene aisle in there. every single size in pad and panty liners and tampons.
“uh…mikey?” you call out from the bathroom, stood staring at the scene in front of you, truly dumbfounded.
“yeah, what’s up, sweetheart?” you hear from the doorway behind you.
“why does your cupboard look like the target period section?” you blink absently a couple of times before turning to him, he’s leaning in the door frame with a look of pride on his face.
“well, i didn’t know what you preferred to use and what absorbency you needed so…i brought all of it, just to be safe.” he rubs the back of his neck, slightly doubting that he did the right thing now.
you pause for a second, looking back at the cupboard and then back to him with a big smile creeping up on your face. you take a couple of steps towards him, closing the gap between you and wrap your arms around his middle, leaning up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his bearded jaw.
“thank you, this is…thank you.” it seems so silly but you have to blink back tears, no other man has gone above and beyond for you like this before.
“it’s too much isn’t it? i got too much…” robby sighs.
you shake your head and let out another little laugh. “i mean, maybe a little but we can always donate the stuff that i won’t use to a women’s shelter. don’t worry, mikey. you did good. i love you so much.”
that proud smile returns to his face, along with his signature blush that blooms up his neck. “i love you too, sweetheart.”
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something something…stepdad robby slipping beside you on the couch while you’re playing your favourite video game.
he asks what you’re playing, pretending to be interested while his wandering hand explores your leg.
you answer without looking away, he hums in response with a nod. his hand creeps higher up your thigh until it’s resting on the soft flesh of your tummy, fingers slipping under the hem of your pajama top.
he rests it there for a few minutes, waiting for you to get into something on your game before sliding it higher under your top. the tips of his fingers playing with the soft swell of the underside of your breast.
“daddy!” you giggle, smirk pulling at your lips. you still can’t afford to tear your eyes away from the screen.
“what!?” he asks in that exaggerated tone like he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“you’re distracting me! i need to concentrate.” you bite your lip to hold back a moan when he pinches one puffy nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“better lock in then, sweetheart.” his lips are on your neck now, pressing hot wet kisses into your skin while he rolls your nipple between his fingers.
“please don’t say lock in, you’re too old to be saying that.” you laugh and robby lets out an exaggerated gasp.
“too old!? right! that’s it!” he lets go of your nipple and grabs you with both hands around your waist before pulling you into his lap.
you yelp and let go of your controller, letting it fall to the floor as robby attacks your face and neck with wet, sloppy kisses.
“daddy! stop! i’m on a really important bit!” you beg between fits of uncontrollable giggles.
he doesn’t relent. “should’ve thought about that before you called me old, princess.” he tuts, sliding one large hand under the waistband of your pajama bottoms.
“you hurt daddy’s feelings, now how ever are you going to make it up to me, hm?” he smirks against your neck, slipping his fingers between your wet folds.
something something…stepdad robby slipping beside you on the couch while you’re playing your favourite video game.
he asks what you’re playing, pretending to be interested while his wandering hand explores your leg.
you answer without looking away, he hums in response with a nod. his hand creeps higher up your thigh until it’s resting on the soft flesh of your tummy, fingers slipping under the hem of your pajama top.
he rests it there for a few minutes, waiting for you to get into something on your game before sliding it higher under your top. the tips of his fingers playing with the soft swell of the underside of your breast.
“daddy!” you giggle, smirk pulling at your lips. you still can’t afford to tear your eyes away from the screen.
“what!?” he asks in that exaggerated tone like he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“you’re distracting me! i need to concentrate.” you bite your lip to hold back a moan when he pinches one puffy nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“better lock in then, sweetheart.” his lips are on your neck now, pressing hot wet kisses into your skin while he rolls your nipple between his fingers.
“please don’t say lock in, you’re too old to be saying that.” you laugh and robby lets out an exaggerated gasp.
“too old!? right! that’s it!” he lets go of your nipple and grabs you with both hands around your waist before pulling you into his lap.
you yelp and let go of your controller, letting it fall to the floor as robby attacks your face and neck with wet, sloppy kisses.
“daddy! stop! i’m on a really important bit!” you beg between fits of uncontrollable giggles.
he doesn’t relent. “should’ve thought about that before you called me old, princess.” he tuts, sliding one large hand under the waistband of your pajama bottoms.
“you hurt daddy’s feelings, now how ever are you going to make it up to me, hm?” he smirks against your neck, slipping his fingers between your wet folds.
Something about step-dad robby catching the reader humping a plushie while moaning his name 🤤🤤🤤
getting caught by stepdad!robby
you don’t know what came over you, usually when you come home from college to your mom and incredibly hot stepdad you’re able to keep it together for the duration of your stay. but today, at the annual summer bbq, seeing robby lounging by the pool in just some swimming shorts, chest out, glistening with sweat under the summer sun had you all kinds of fucked up.
god, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, couldn’t stop staring at him. watching him sip on his ice bottle of beer, laughing with his work colleagues about who knows what. he was completely mesmerising to you. so much so that you had to take yourself upstairs to take care of the growing ache between your legs which was getting harder and harder to ignore by the second.
you’re frantically looking around the room for something you could use to get some sense of relief, all your toys were at college still and you knew your hands just wouldn’t do in this case. your eyes land on a medium sized fluffy teddy bear on your bed and you shed your bikini bottoms. sorry, buddy.
you climb up onto the bed, grabbing the bear and throwing your legs either side of it before you rhythmically start rocking your hips against it. the friction is immediate and so is that sense of relief you’d been dying for. you’re so lost in the pleasure you barely register that it’s robby’s name that falls from your parted lips as you rock your hips back and forth, pussy grinding hard against the plushie.
it’s not long before you start to feel that coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, warmth starts to bloom across your skin. you whine robby’s name louder, more frantically as you near your high.
you’re about to finally let go when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat at the door. you freeze, your entire body tenses up and that orgasm you worked so hard for washes away in an instant.
you can’t bring yourself to turn around to face the man at the door. you know who it is, you can hear it in the amused chuckle they let out, the deep rumbling of the sound leaving their throat. it’s robby.
“so this is where you ran off to, hm?” you can hear his smirk without even seeing it. the warmth in your stomach is quickly replaced by the twisting of shame.
you finally turn your head towards him, you wish you hadn’t as you’re greeted with the sight of him resting against your closed door with a shit eating grin plastered across his face.
“don’t stop on my behalf, sweetheart,” robby chuckles again. somehow his indifference to walking in on his step daughter humping her plushie while moaning his name doesn’t do much to stop the mortification that you’re currently feeling.
“dad, i can explain…” you trail off. really you can’t explain, but you don’t otherwise know what to say.
“dad?” he repeats, raising both eyebrows. “been a while since you called me dad. remember you only used to call me that when you wanted to get out of trouble. don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re not in trouble.” he takes a step closer to you and suddenly you’re very aware of the fact that you’re still naked from the waist down, still parked on top of your teddy bear.
“i’m not? y-you’re not gonna tell mom?” you look down at yourself when he takes yet another step closer to you, feeling more and more exposed by the second.
“oh hoh, no. not in the slightest. i won’t tell mom. don’t worry, this can be our little secret, yeah?” robby sits down on the edge of your bed, his eyes glued to your naked hips. “why don’t you come here, come sit with dad, sweetheart.” he pats thigh and for a second you think he must be joking, but as he pats it for a second time you realise he’s not.
you swallow thickly and untangle your legs from where they’d dug into the twisted sheets, he’s grabbing your hand and helping you situate yourself on the meat of his thigh that the shorts he’s wearing doesn’t cover. the feeling of his hairy thigh against your soft pussy makes you whine immediately, you throw your head into the crook of his neck to cover the embarrassed flush of your cheeks.
he places both hands on your hips as you start rocking back and forth again, just like you had done on your stuffie, though robby’s leg felt twice as good. he slides his large hands up your back finding the string of your bikini top and unties it and then again at the string around your neck, pulling the fabric off of you and letting it fall to floor.
“mm, thaaat’s it, sweetheart. ‘s that better?” he asks, pressing his lips to your shoulder, decorating your flushed skin with warm, wet kisses as you nod in repose to his question.
“good. next time you’re feeling like this you just let dad take care of it, okay? no need to get your teddy bear all sticky when i’m right here, is there?” his hands are ok your waist against, exploring your lower back and the expanse of your ass as you mindlessly rock your hips against him.
it’s not long before you’re moaning his name again, rolling your hips faster and faster against his thigh as you get closer to your orgasm. robby talks you through every second of it, giving you sweet praises and hot kisses that finally push you right over the edge until you’re shaking uncontrollably in his lap.
“there y’ go, feeling all better now? such a good girl coming all pretty like that in dad’s lap aren’t ya?”
he helps you clean up and redress afterwards before taking your hand in his and helping you back downstairs to the party, your legs are so unsteady beneath you and you can’t help the blush that creeps up on your face as you walk back outside with your hand still in his knowing that just a few minutes ago you were moaning his name as you came all over your stepdads leg.
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Something about step-dad robby catching the reader humping a plushie while moaning his name 🤤🤤🤤
getting caught by stepdad!robby
you don’t know what came over you, usually when you come home from college to your mom and incredibly hot stepdad you’re able to keep it together for the duration of your stay. but today, at the annual summer bbq, seeing robby lounging by the pool in just some swimming shorts, chest out, glistening with sweat under the summer sun had you all kinds of fucked up.
god, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, couldn’t stop staring at him. watching him sip on his ice bottle of beer, laughing with his work colleagues about who knows what. he was completely mesmerising to you. so much so that you had to take yourself upstairs to take care of the growing ache between your legs which was getting harder and harder to ignore by the second.
you’re frantically looking around the room for something you could use to get some sense of relief, all your toys were at college still and you knew your hands just wouldn’t do in this case. your eyes land on a medium sized fluffy teddy bear on your bed and you shed your bikini bottoms. sorry, buddy.
you climb up onto the bed, grabbing the bear and throwing your legs either side of it before you rhythmically start rocking your hips against it. the friction is immediate and so is that sense of relief you’d been dying for. you’re so lost in the pleasure you barely register that it’s robby’s name that falls from your parted lips as you rock your hips back and forth, pussy grinding hard against the plushie.
it’s not long before you start to feel that coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, warmth starts to bloom across your skin. you whine robby’s name louder, more frantically as you near your high.
you’re about to finally let go when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat at the door. you freeze, your entire body tenses up and that orgasm you worked so hard for washes away in an instant.
you can’t bring yourself to turn around to face the man at the door. you know who it is, you can hear it in the amused chuckle they let out, the deep rumbling of the sound leaving their throat. it’s robby.
“so this is where you ran off to, hm?” you can hear his smirk without even seeing it. the warmth in your stomach is quickly replaced by the twisting of shame.
you finally turn your head towards him, you wish you hadn’t as you’re greeted with the sight of him resting against your closed door with a shit eating grin plastered across his face.
“don’t stop on my behalf, sweetheart,” robby chuckles again. somehow his indifference to walking in on his step daughter humping her plushie while moaning his name doesn’t do much to stop the mortification that you’re currently feeling.
“dad, i can explain…” you trail off. really you can’t explain, but you don’t otherwise know what to say.
“dad?” he repeats, raising both eyebrows. “been a while since you called me dad. remember you only used to call me that when you wanted to get out of trouble. don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re not in trouble.” he takes a step closer to you and suddenly you’re very aware of the fact that you’re still naked from the waist down, still parked on top of your teddy bear.
“i’m not? y-you’re not gonna tell mom?” you look down at yourself when he takes yet another step closer to you, feeling more and more exposed by the second.
“oh hoh, no. not in the slightest. i won’t tell mom. don’t worry, this can be our little secret, yeah?” robby sits down on the edge of your bed, his eyes glued to your naked hips. “why don’t you come here, come sit with dad, sweetheart.” he pats thigh and for a second you think he must be joking, but as he pats it for a second time you realise he’s not.
you swallow thickly and untangle your legs from where they’d dug into the twisted sheets, he’s grabbing your hand and helping you situate yourself on the meat of his thigh that the shorts he’s wearing doesn’t cover. the feeling of his hairy thigh against your soft pussy makes you whine immediately, you throw your head into the crook of his neck to cover the embarrassed flush of your cheeks.
he places both hands on your hips as you start rocking back and forth again, just like you had done on your stuffie, though robby’s leg felt twice as good. he slides his large hands up your back finding the string of your bikini top and unties it and then again at the string around your neck, pulling the fabric off of you and letting it fall to floor.
“mm, thaaat’s it, sweetheart. ‘s that better?” he asks, pressing his lips to your shoulder, decorating your flushed skin with warm, wet kisses as you nod in repose to his question.
“good. next time you’re feeling like this you just let dad take care of it, okay? no need to get your teddy bear all sticky when i’m right here, is there?” his hands are ok your waist against, exploring your lower back and the expanse of your ass as you mindlessly rock your hips against him.
it’s not long before you’re moaning his name again, rolling your hips faster and faster against his thigh as you get closer to your orgasm. robby talks you through every second of it, giving you sweet praises and hot kisses that finally push you right over the edge until you’re shaking uncontrollably in his lap.
“there y’ go, feeling all better now? such a good girl coming all pretty like that in dad’s lap aren’t ya?”
he helps you clean up and redress afterwards before taking your hand in his and helping you back downstairs to the party, your legs are so unsteady beneath you and you can’t help the blush that creeps up on your face as you walk back outside with your hand still in his knowing that just a few minutes ago you were moaning his name as you came all over your stepdads leg.
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actually can’t stop thinking about robby giving u soft little pussy slaps all the time. most of the time it’s not even sexual he just likes to know she’s still there :3
but some of the time it is sexual.
maybe he’s eating you out and he’s got you so overstimulated that you’re writhing under him like crazy and trying to push his head away. so he pulls away from your cunt, beard shining with your juices, you relax thinking he’s finally giving you relief but then comes three wet, slaps to your already vibrating pussy.
you whine and yelp in response, you’re so overstimmed that even the lightest slap is close to sending you over the edge.
“aw, did my poor little baby not like that?” robby asks. his voice dripping in condescension with a big faux pout on his lips. you watch in horror as he lifts his hand up again and another lighter slap lands on your pussy.
you yelp out again and shake your head fervently. you’re so exhausted from your many previous orgasms that you can’t even bring yourself to speak. robby’s literally got you fucked dumb.
“well, maybe if you were being a little better behaved daddy wouldn’t have to punish you, hm?” he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows at you in a way that has your stomach twisting with some sick mix of guilt and arousal.
“sorry, daddy,” you frown. tears brim in the corners of your eyes, you’re not even really upset but your nervous system is so overwhelmed that you’re feeling every emotion tenfold.
“s’okay, sweetie. just be a good girl and let daddy eat up your pretty little pussy. i just want one more orgasm out of you then we can be done, okay?” he’s leaning back down to his previous position, the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your overly sensitive cunt is already getting to be too much and he's not even touching you yet.
“o-okay, daddy,” you whine, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath to prepare yourself. the breath you let out is shaky and robby notices so he leans back down and presses one soft kiss to your soft mound to comfort you.
“you’re such a brave girl, aren’t you? makin’ daddy so so proud, baby,” he flashes you a sweet smile before diving back into your pussy face first. he starts off slow at first, just a few long licks to get you back into it before he’s wrapping his lips around your clit again and sucking the very sensitive bud into his mouth over and over again.
your fingers and toes twist in the sheets, each pulse of suction feels like lightning shooting through your body, it’s intense in a way that has you literally screaming out his name between heavy, laboured breathes.
“fuck, daddy! i-i can’t do it!” you cry out, tears slip from the corners of your screwed shut eyes.
“you can, baby. i know you can, just one more. you’re being such a good girl for me right now. my sweet brave girl, just one more for daddy.” robby looks up at you from his position between your legs, his cock twitches at the way your face is all screwed up in a mix of pain and pleasure. he loves having you like this, just a writhing, screaming mess underneath him, his pretty girl all fucked up.
you take in a few more deep breathes and use all the energy you have left to will your body to relax. robby lets up on his attack and treats you to soft licks with his tongue flat against your clit, it’s such a welcome change of pace that not long after your final orgasm finally creeps up on you.
your hands are in his hair now, not pulling but just gripping as you let yourself go and let your orgasm roll through you. it’s so much more intense than the rest you experienced tonight, your hips lift off the sheets and push up into robby’s face, your thighs shake uncontrollably around his head as white hot tingles spread throughout your body.
“thaaat’s it. there y’ go, baby. fuck, you taste so fucking good coming all over my face. christ, gonna make me fucking cum too, shit!” his voice is muffled against your cunt but you don’t miss the unmistakeable sound of his moans and curses as he cums untouched, thick spurts of his release pool on the sheets underneath him.
afterwards, when he’s got the both of you all cleaned up, it's all cuddles and warm praises. he lays back down between your legs to apologise to your wrecked pussy and give her a few soft, magical daddy kisses to make her feel allll better :3
i’m baaaack, you truly can’t keep a horny bitch down :3 i was going to post this on the other blog but i wanted to give u guys a little something something. hope you enjoyed <3
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actually can’t stop thinking about robby giving u soft little pussy slaps all the time. most of the time it’s not even sexual he just likes to know she’s still there :3
but some of the time it is sexual.
maybe he’s eating you out and he’s got you so overstimulated that you’re writhing under him like crazy and trying to push his head away. so he pulls away from your cunt, beard shining with your juices, you relax thinking he’s finally giving you relief but then comes three wet, slaps to your already vibrating pussy.
you whine and yelp in response, you’re so overstimmed that even the lightest slap is close to sending you over the edge.
“aw, did my poor little baby not like that?” robby asks. his voice dripping in condescension with a big faux pout on his lips. you watch in horror as he lifts his hand up again and another lighter slap lands on your pussy.
you yelp out again and shake your head fervently. you’re so exhausted from your many previous orgasms that you can’t even bring yourself to speak. robby’s literally got you fucked dumb.
“well, maybe if you were being a little better behaved daddy wouldn’t have to punish you, hm?” he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows at you in a way that has your stomach twisting with some sick mix of guilt and arousal.
“sorry, daddy,” you frown. tears brim in the corners of your eyes, you’re not even really upset but your nervous system is so overwhelmed that you’re feeling every emotion tenfold.
“s’okay, sweetie. just be a good girl and let daddy eat up your pretty little pussy. i just want one more orgasm out of you then we can be done, okay?” he’s leaning back down to his previous position, the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your overly sensitive cunt is already getting to be too much and he's not even touching you yet.
“o-okay, daddy,” you whine, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath to prepare yourself. the breath you let out is shaky and robby notices so he leans back down and presses one soft kiss to your soft mound to comfort you.
“you’re such a brave girl, aren’t you? makin’ daddy so so proud, baby,” he flashes you a sweet smile before diving back into your pussy face first. he starts off slow at first, just a few long licks to get you back into it before he’s wrapping his lips around your clit again and sucking the very sensitive bud into his mouth over and over again.
your fingers and toes twist in the sheets, each pulse of suction feels like lightning shooting through your body, it’s intense in a way that has you literally screaming out his name between heavy, laboured breathes.
“fuck, daddy! i-i can’t do it!” you cry out, tears slip from the corners of your screwed shut eyes.
“you can, baby. i know you can, just one more. you’re being such a good girl for me right now. my sweet brave girl, just one more for daddy.” robby looks up at you from his position between your legs, his cock twitches at the way your face is all screwed up in a mix of pain and pleasure. he loves having you like this, just a writhing, screaming mess underneath him, his pretty girl all fucked up.
you take in a few more deep breathes and use all the energy you have left to will your body to relax. robby lets up on his attack and treats you to soft licks with his tongue flat against your clit, it’s such a welcome change of pace that not long after your final orgasm finally creeps up on you.
your hands are in his hair now, not pulling but just gripping as you let yourself go and let your orgasm roll through you. it’s so much more intense than the rest you experienced tonight, your hips lift off the sheets and push up into robby’s face, your thighs shake uncontrollably around his head as white hot tingles spread throughout your body.
“thaaat’s it. there y’ go, baby. fuck, you taste so fucking good coming all over my face. christ, gonna make me fucking cum too, shit!” his voice is muffled against your cunt but you don’t miss the unmistakeable sound of his moans and curses as he cums untouched, thick spurts of his release pool on the sheets underneath him.
afterwards, when he’s got the both of you all cleaned up, it's all cuddles and warm praises. he lays back down between your legs to apologise to your wrecked pussy and give her a few soft, magical daddy kisses to make her feel allll better :3
i’m baaaack, you truly can’t keep a horny bitch down :3 i was going to post this on the other blog but i wanted to give u guys a little something something. hope you enjoyed <3
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a late night encounter with best friend’s dad!robby. (1.9k)
you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember, at first you thought it was just one of those stupid teenage crushes but as you entered adulthood it never went away.
you feel so sick about it sometimes. he’s your best friend’s dad after all, an extension of her, he shouldn’t be an object of your affection. but you can’t help it. he’s so tall and handsome and just oh so competent, nothing like guys your own age.
you try to play it cool around him, try not to give yourself away but the innocent little lilt you add to your tone whenever you address him as “mister robinavitch” betrays you. the way you press your thighs together when you’re sat on the couch joining in their family movie night and he’s sat just so close to you.
or how you get heart eyes and your brain just goes so fuzzy when he’s talking about his work, explaining procedures or just talking in general. you have to physically remind yourself to close your mouth and not drool all over the kitchen table.
the annual summer barbecues are the worst. when he’s stood at the grill flipping burgers with a beer in his hand, looking so very dad. you sit by the pool lounging in your bikini, sunglasses concealing the way you can’t help yourself from staring at him as your best friend yaps away to your right. you can’t hear a word she says, too focused on the way the condensation from the glass bottle drips down his knuckles, the light sheen of sweat on his flushed neck. he’s gorgeous.
you always offer to help clean up with him, he makes remarks about how polite you are, what a sweet girl you are, how you’re such a good influence for his daughter, how happy he is that she has you. he has no idea that you’re only so helpful because you want to be around him as much as you can, that you’re obsessed with him, that you need to be in his orbit.
that’s what you think, at least.
robby knows. of course he knows. he’s not stupid. he sees the way you look at him, always has. he should say something, knows he should let you down before you’re in too deep but he loves the attention, loves the way being desired by someone so young and pretty makes him feel. so he stays quiet.
and if he gets up in the middle of the night to grab a drink when you’re staying over and hears you heading down the stairs, who’s going to stop him? it’s his house. and if he forgets to put on a shirt, who’s to say he even knew you were down there?
he smirks at the way you jump when he clears his throat in the doorway and your eyes widen at the sight of him. you look like a little deer in headlights, so innocent and sweet, he can hardly resist getting closer to you, leaning on the counter as you stumble over your words.
“oh, sorry m-mister robinavitch, did i wake you?” you stutter, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his face but failing miserably, allowing yourself a peek at the hair that adorns his broad chest.
“no, no. came to get a glass of water, couldn’t sleep. sorry if i startled you, sweetheart.” he smiles. robby’s not even trying to hide the way he’s looking you up and down, taking in the sight of you in your almost too tight tank top with no bra and your tiny little pajama shorts that show off your thighs so beautifully.
“oh no, it’s fine. just didn’t expect anyone to be up at this time.” you laugh nervously, hands shaking slightly as you bring a glass of water to your lips and take a small sip.
“you having trouble sleeping too?” he asks, reaching behind you to fill up his own glass, his arm brushes yours, he’s so close, closer than he’s ever been.
“i uh- yeah, hard to sleep when it’s so hot…” your eyes fall to where his arm meets yours and you swallow thickly at the feeling of it, the warmth of his skin, the slight tickle of his arm hair against your own skin.
“mm.” robby nods in agreement, finally pulling back and returning to his position against the counter, he’s closer than he was before though. “i was going to watch some tv if you want to join me?” he invites you like it’s the most casual thing in the world, it should be. your heart shouldn’t race when your best friend’s dad asks if you want to hang out with him, your face shouldn’t flush and prick with heat, but you can’t help it.
“uh, yeah. sure..sounds good.” you swallow another nervous gulp and follow him out to the living room, sitting kind of awkwardly at the very edge of the cushion as though this is your first day on earth and have never sat on a couch before. robby sits beside you and laughs at your awkward demeanour.
“you can get comfortable, you know? i won’t bite.” he winks as you shuffle back on the couch, settling into the cushions by his side. you laugh back nervously, god you wish he would.
he flicks on the tv with the remote and it opens on some random channel, you’re not even sure what’s on, you can’t concentrate on anything other than the feeling of his thigh resting against yours, the way you’re so sure he’s leaning into you slightly, how you can feel the warmth of his body up against your side.
a couple of minutes pass in silence before you feel the warmth of his large palm against your exposed thigh, you flinch at the sudden contact and your heart starts racing a mile a minute. he’s touching you. robby is touching you. he’s never done that before. does he know he’s touching you? was it an accident? should you move away? should you say something? what if it was–
“feeling okay, sweetheart?” robby breaks the silence and your spiral.
“i uh- y-yeah.” you nod slowly, not daring to make eye contact with him, scared he’ll remove his hand if he realises it’s there.
“mhm, sure. just your face looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something…am i making you uncomfortable? want me to stop touching you?” he tilts his head slightly when you finally look at him and a devilish smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you slowly shake your head.
“n-no, please don’t stop.” your voice is shaking, so unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. you know you should tell him to stop, you shouldn’t want this so bad. what if your friend wakes up? but you can’t bring yourself to say no. he’s finally touching you, just like you always wanted, you’re not letting this moment get away.
“good, i won’t.” he slides his hand up higher, the tips of his fingers slipping up the opening of your shorts, if he moves just slightly to the left he’ll be touching the exposed, soft mound of your pussy. god, how you’re willing him to do it with your mind.
his hand massages the top of your thigh for a little while, your eyes are glued to where it disappears under your shorts. he’s staring at you, watching the way you’re struggling to keep your breathing calm whenever he squeezes just so, how you bite your lip in anticipation when he inches just that much closer to where you want him the most.
“this okay, sweetheart? feels good?” he leans into you, his face just inches away from your neck, you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin, goosebumps prick up your arms.
“y-yeah, so good.” you nod, swallowing hard and parting your thighs a little bit hoping he’ll get the message.
“mm. good. good.” his deep, gravelly tone rattles in your ear, sending shivers all the way down your spine. “how ‘bout this? this feel good?” he asks as he finally slips his hand between your legs, fingers softly rubbing between your soaked folds. you gasp and grip the back of the couch with your fist as his fingers graze your clit and and a quiet moan slips past your lips.
“i’ll take that as a yes, hmm?” robby’s face is all the way in the crook of your neck now, you can feel his smirk against your skin, the scratch of his beard tickling your shoulder so deliciously. fuck, it’s happening. it’s finally happening.
“mhm, feels s’good, fuck.” you whisper as he continues drawing slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. he presses his lips against your neck, kissing and sucking lightly on your pressure point, your legs open wider for him on instinct, robby takes that as an invitation to slip in one long, thick finger inside of your wet heat.
“fuck, your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart. can barely fit my finger, think you’ll be able to take my cock, hm?” he bites at your neck so gently, only to suppress the deep groan that falls from his lips as you tighten around him at the mention of his cock.
“mhm, i can do it. please, want it so fucking bad, you have no idea, mister robinavitch.” you rest your head against the top of his, melting into the couch as he adds another finger inside of your tight cunt, trying so hard to stop yourself from being too loud but it’s almost impossible he’s too good.
“yeah? gonna be a good girl and take all of my big cock?” he swipes your clit with his thumb as he works you open with his fingers, you nod eagerly in response to his question.
“gonna need you to use your words for me, sweetheart. want me to fuck you? want to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock so bad.” his pace is getting faster now, more frenzied as he thinks about how good you’re gonna feel wrapped around him when he’s splitting you open.
the tight band in your stomach is so close to unraveling, your hips buck up into his hand to meet the thrust of his fingers and you’re about to reply when you hear the click of a light switch just at the top of the stairs. robby pulls his fingers out of you immediately, wiping them on his pajama pants as he quickly returns to sitting upright, hoping to god he got up quick enough before his daughter as able to see what was happening.
“what’s going on?” she asks as she pads down the stairs, you turn to her as she rubs her eyes sleepily. you don’t know what to say, your heart races in your chest as you adjust your shorts.
“nothing, honey. just couldn’t sleep so we put on the tv, you having a little trouble sleeping too?” robby grabs a pillow and places it in his lap to cover the strained outline of his hard cock trying to escape his pajama pants. you don’t say anything, your throat is so dry from the fear of almost being caught.
“yeah, too hot. room for one more?” she asks before flopping down on the couch beside her dad, resting her head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around her.
“of course, the more the merrier.” he smiles and kisses the top of her head, giving you a quick glance that says ‘i’m sorry.’ before turning his attention back to the tv.
well, there’s always tomorrow night.
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a late night encounter with best friend’s dad!robby. (1.9k)
you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember, at first you thought it was just one of those stupid teenage crushes but as you entered adulthood it never went away.
you feel so sick about it sometimes. he’s your best friend’s dad after all, an extension of her, he shouldn’t be an object of your affection. but you can’t help it. he’s so tall and handsome and just oh so competent, nothing like guys your own age.
you try to play it cool around him, try not to give yourself away but the innocent little lilt you add to your tone whenever you address him as “mister robinavitch” betrays you. the way you press your thighs together when you’re sat on the couch joining in their family movie night and he’s sat just so close to you.
or how you get heart eyes and your brain just goes so fuzzy when he’s talking about his work, explaining procedures or just talking in general. you have to physically remind yourself to close your mouth and not drool all over the kitchen table.
the annual summer barbecues are the worst. when he’s stood at the grill flipping burgers with a beer in his hand, looking so very dad. you sit by the pool lounging in your bikini, sunglasses concealing the way you can’t help yourself from staring at him as your best friend yaps away to your right. you can’t hear a word she says, too focused on the way the condensation from the glass bottle drips down his knuckles, the light sheen of sweat on his flushed neck. he’s gorgeous.
you always offer to help clean up with him, he makes remarks about how polite you are, what a sweet girl you are, how you’re such a good influence for his daughter, how happy he is that she has you. he has no idea that you’re only so helpful because you want to be around him as much as you can, that you’re obsessed with him, that you need to be in his orbit.
that’s what you think, at least.
robby knows. of course he knows. he’s not stupid. he sees the way you look at him, always has. he should say something, knows he should let you down before you’re in too deep but he loves the attention, loves the way being desired by someone so young and pretty makes him feel. so he stays quiet.
and if he gets up in the middle of the night to grab a drink when you’re staying over and hears you heading down the stairs, who’s going to stop him? it’s his house. and if he forgets to put on a shirt, who’s to say he even knew you were down there?
he smirks at the way you jump when he clears his throat in the doorway and your eyes widen at the sight of him. you look like a little deer in headlights, so innocent and sweet, he can hardly resist getting closer to you, leaning on the counter as you stumble over your words.
“oh, sorry m-mister robinavitch, did i wake you?” you stutter, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his face but failing miserably, allowing yourself a peek at the hair that adorns his broad chest.
“no, no. came to get a glass of water, couldn’t sleep. sorry if i startled you, sweetheart.” he smiles. robby’s not even trying to hide the way he’s looking you up and down, taking in the sight of you in your almost too tight tank top with no bra and your tiny little pajama shorts that show off your thighs so beautifully.
“oh no, it’s fine. just didn’t expect anyone to be up at this time.” you laugh nervously, hands shaking slightly as you bring a glass of water to your lips and take a small sip.
“you having trouble sleeping too?” he asks, reaching behind you to fill up his own glass, his arm brushes yours, he’s so close, closer than he’s ever been.
“i uh- yeah, hard to sleep when it’s so hot…” your eyes fall to where his arm meets yours and you swallow thickly at the feeling of it, the warmth of his skin, the slight tickle of his arm hair against your own skin.
“mm.” robby nods in agreement, finally pulling back and returning to his position against the counter, he’s closer than he was before though. “i was going to watch some tv if you want to join me?” he invites you like it’s the most casual thing in the world, it should be. your heart shouldn’t race when your best friend’s dad asks if you want to hang out with him, your face shouldn’t flush and prick with heat, but you can’t help it.
“uh, yeah. sure..sounds good.” you swallow another nervous gulp and follow him out to the living room, sitting kind of awkwardly at the very edge of the cushion as though this is your first day on earth and have never sat on a couch before. robby sits beside you and laughs at your awkward demeanour.
“you can get comfortable, you know? i won’t bite.” he winks as you shuffle back on the couch, settling into the cushions by his side. you laugh back nervously, god you wish he would.
he flicks on the tv with the remote and it opens on some random channel, you’re not even sure what’s on, you can’t concentrate on anything other than the feeling of his thigh resting against yours, the way you’re so sure he’s leaning into you slightly, how you can feel the warmth of his body up against your side.
a couple of minutes pass in silence before you feel the warmth of his large palm against your exposed thigh, you flinch at the sudden contact and your heart starts racing a mile a minute. he’s touching you. robby is touching you. he’s never done that before. does he know he’s touching you? was it an accident? should you move away? should you say something? what if it was–
“feeling okay, sweetheart?” robby breaks the silence and your spiral.
“i uh- y-yeah.” you nod slowly, not daring to make eye contact with him, scared he’ll remove his hand if he realises it’s there.
“mhm, sure. just your face looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something…am i making you uncomfortable? want me to stop touching you?” he tilts his head slightly when you finally look at him and a devilish smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you slowly shake your head.
“n-no, please don’t stop.” your voice is shaking, so unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. you know you should tell him to stop, you shouldn’t want this so bad. what if your friend wakes up? but you can’t bring yourself to say no. he’s finally touching you, just like you always wanted, you’re not letting this moment get away.
“good, i won’t.” he slides his hand up higher, the tips of his fingers slipping up the opening of your shorts, if he moves just slightly to the left he’ll be touching the exposed, soft mound of your pussy. god, how you’re willing him to do it with your mind.
his hand massages the top of your thigh for a little while, your eyes are glued to where it disappears under your shorts. he’s staring at you, watching the way you’re struggling to keep your breathing calm whenever he squeezes just so, how you bite your lip in anticipation when he inches just that much closer to where you want him the most.
“this okay, sweetheart? feels good?” he leans into you, his face just inches away from your neck, you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin, goosebumps prick up your arms.
“y-yeah, so good.” you nod, swallowing hard and parting your thighs a little bit hoping he’ll get the message.
“mm. good. good.” his deep, gravelly tone rattles in your ear, sending shivers all the way down your spine. “how ‘bout this? this feel good?” he asks as he finally slips his hand between your legs, fingers softly rubbing between your soaked folds. you gasp and grip the back of the couch with your fist as his fingers graze your clit and and a quiet moan slips past your lips.
“i’ll take that as a yes, hmm?” robby’s face is all the way in the crook of your neck now, you can feel his smirk against your skin, the scratch of his beard tickling your shoulder so deliciously. fuck, it’s happening. it’s finally happening.
“mhm, feels s’good, fuck.” you whisper as he continues drawing slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. he presses his lips against your neck, kissing and sucking lightly on your pressure point, your legs open wider for him on instinct, robby takes that as an invitation to slip in one long, thick finger inside of your wet heat.
“fuck, your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart. can barely fit my finger, think you’ll be able to take my cock, hm?” he bites at your neck so gently, only to suppress the deep groan that falls from his lips as you tighten around him at the mention of his cock.
“mhm, i can do it. please, want it so fucking bad, you have no idea, mister robinavitch.” you rest your head against the top of his, melting into the couch as he adds another finger inside of your tight cunt, trying so hard to stop yourself from being too loud but it’s almost impossible he’s too good.
“yeah? gonna be a good girl and take all of my big cock?” he swipes your clit with his thumb as he works you open with his fingers, you nod eagerly in response to his question.
“gonna need you to use your words for me, sweetheart. want me to fuck you? want to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock so bad.” his pace is getting faster now, more frenzied as he thinks about how good you’re gonna feel wrapped around him when he’s splitting you open.
the tight band in your stomach is so close to unraveling, your hips buck up into his hand to meet the thrust of his fingers and you’re about to reply when you hear the click of a light switch just at the top of the stairs. robby pulls his fingers out of you immediately, wiping them on his pajama pants as he quickly returns to sitting upright, hoping to god he got up quick enough before his daughter as able to see what was happening.
“what’s going on?” she asks as she pads down the stairs, you turn to her as she rubs her eyes sleepily. you don’t know what to say, your heart races in your chest as you adjust your shorts.
“nothing, honey. just couldn’t sleep so we put on the tv, you having a little trouble sleeping too?” robby grabs a pillow and places it in his lap to cover the strained outline of his hard cock trying to escape his pajama pants. you don’t say anything, your throat is so dry from the fear of almost being caught.
“yeah, too hot. room for one more?” she asks before flopping down on the couch beside her dad, resting her head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around her.
“of course, the more the merrier.” he smiles and kisses the top of her head, giving you a quick glance that says ‘i’m sorry.’ before turning his attention back to the tv.
well, there’s always tomorrow night.
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icky step dad robby who takes dirty polaroids (cause he’s an old man and thinks those are safer than them being on his phone) of his sweet girl one time during their playtime cause he’s going on a trip and is gonna miss her…
what do we think…?
ur literally in my head bc whenever i listen to paris by lana and she sings ‘you’re such a naughty boy, why you taking that polaroid?’ i always think of robby!!! (and of him just in general when i hear that song)
stepdad!robby wants a little reminder of you for his trip.
you’re in his bed, face shining with a light sheen of sweat, chest red and out of breath. he’s already made you cum a couple of times and you know he’s nowhere near done, his hands gripping your waist tight as he pulls your body into his to meet his hard thrusts.
“fuck-gonna miss you, kid.” he grunts from the effort, the lewd sound of skin slapping along with your unabashed moans fills the room. “hate leaving you.”
“i’ll miss you too, daddy– hnng.” you whine, your own hands gripping the mattress to try and stop yourself being pushed up the bed by the force of his body crashing into yours. he always gets like this when he’s about to go on a trip, all possessive and wild, fucking you like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you.
“always so hard being away from you, miss you too much. miss this sweet pussy too much. miss your pretty smile too much. wish i could take you with me, baby.” each sentence is punctuated with a slam of his hips against yours. one hand slides up your body to hold one of your breasts, his thumb swipes over your nipple pulling another moan from you.
“i know. wish i could go with you too.” you frown though it’s quickly replaced with a smile when he bends down presses his forehead against yours, placing a small kiss to the tip of your nose.
“can daddy take some pictures of you to take with him, sweetheart? need to be able to see your pretty face when i’m away.” he asks, though he’s already getting back up on his knees and reaching over to grab the polaroid camera that lives in his bedside drawer. the vintage one that you got him for his birthday that made him tear up when he opened it.
“mhm. just make sure you get my good angle though.” you giggle, robby laughs and shakes his head.
“all your angles are good angles, such a pretty little thing.” he smiles as he pulls the camera up to his face, his hips still moving against yours, his cock still filling up your tight little cunt as he snaps a picture.
the picture prints and he shakes it before placing it down on the bed, not even bothering to look at it before going in for another.
“smile, sweetheart.” he instructs and you follow, a big smile lining your flushed face as the flash of the camera hits you.
“my gorgeous, gorgeous girl. so good for me, gonna miss you so bad, baby.” he snaps a couple more pictures, leaning back and pulling almost all the way out to get your whole body in the shot, including a close up of where his cock disappears inside the wet heat of your pretty little pussy. that one he’ll treasure the most.
“so naughty, letting dad take these dirty pictures of you. you like it, hm? like being a dirty girl for dad don’t you?” he places the camera to the side and now his attention is fully back on you, both hands on your hips as he drives into you.
“mhm, it’s so bad. what if mom finds them? what would she think of you having naked pictures of her little girl?” you smirk as a deep groan falls from robby’s lips. you know exactly how to get him to the finish line.
“fuck-don’t.” his fingers dig into your waist harder and his thrusts get sloppier, more erratic as he tries not to think about how turned on he is by the idea of his wife catching him out.
“what would she say? think she’ll be mad? think she’ll leave you? fuck. then you’d be all mine, forever and ever.” you wrap your arms around him when he drops his head in the crook of your neck, feeling his hot breath against you skin as he pants.
“you want that? want me to be all yours? i am yours, sweetheart. no one else gets me like this, don’t love anyone the way i love you. fuck. you feel so fucking good, i love you so much. shit shit shit.” he mindlessly babbles between groans and curses as that band in his stomach finally snaps, not even bothering to pull out as he spills himself inside of you, filling you up so deep with his release.
you don’t let him pull out straight away, just hold him close as he recovers and presses hot kisses to your skin.
“so…” he starts after a while, straining as he pushes himself up on his elbows, he’s exhausted. “gonna let dad take a pair of your panties with him on his trip?” he asks between attacking your cheek with sloppy kisses.
you giggle and try to wriggle away from his attack, pushing against his chest to get his hot, sticky body off of your own. “they’re already in your suitcase.”
“that’s my good girl.” he winks before leaning back down to kiss you properly this time, one soft, heartfelt kiss to your lips that you wish could last forever. fuck, you’re gonna miss him.
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icky step dad robby who takes dirty polaroids (cause he’s an old man and thinks those are safer than them being on his phone) of his sweet girl one time during their playtime cause he’s going on a trip and is gonna miss her…
what do we think…?
ur literally in my head bc whenever i listen to paris by lana and she sings ‘you’re such a naughty boy, why you taking that polaroid?’ i always think of robby!!! (and of him just in general when i hear that song)
stepdad!robby wants a little reminder of you for his trip.
you’re in his bed, face shining with a light sheen of sweat, chest red and out of breath. he’s already made you cum a couple of times and you know he’s nowhere near done, his hands gripping your waist tight as he pulls your body into his to meet his hard thrusts.
“fuck-gonna miss you, kid.” he grunts from the effort, the lewd sound of skin slapping along with your unabashed moans fills the room. “hate leaving you.”
“i’ll miss you too, daddy– hnng.” you whine, your own hands gripping the mattress to try and stop yourself being pushed up the bed by the force of his body crashing into yours. he always gets like this when he’s about to go on a trip, all possessive and wild, fucking you like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you.
“always so hard being away from you, miss you too much. miss this sweet pussy too much. miss your pretty smile too much. wish i could take you with me, baby.” each sentence is punctuated with a slam of his hips against yours. one hand slides up your body to hold one of your breasts, his thumb swipes over your nipple pulling another moan from you.
“i know. wish i could go with you too.” you frown though it’s quickly replaced with a smile when he bends down presses his forehead against yours, placing a small kiss to the tip of your nose.
“can daddy take some pictures of you to take with him, sweetheart? need to be able to see your pretty face when i’m away.” he asks, though he’s already getting back up on his knees and reaching over to grab the polaroid camera that lives in his bedside drawer. the vintage one that you got him for his birthday that made him tear up when he opened it.
“mhm. just make sure you get my good angle though.” you giggle, robby laughs and shakes his head.
“all your angles are good angles, such a pretty little thing.” he smiles as he pulls the camera up to his face, his hips still moving against yours, his cock still filling up your tight little cunt as he snaps a picture.
the picture prints and he shakes it before placing it down on the bed, not even bothering to look at it before going in for another.
“smile, sweetheart.” he instructs and you follow, a big smile lining your flushed face as the flash of the camera hits you.
“my gorgeous, gorgeous girl. so good for me, gonna miss you so bad, baby.” he snaps a couple more pictures, leaning back and pulling almost all the way out to get your whole body in the shot, including a close up of where his cock disappears inside the wet heat of your pretty little pussy. that one he’ll treasure the most.
“so naughty, letting dad take these dirty pictures of you. you like it, hm? like being a dirty girl for dad don’t you?” he places the camera to the side and now his attention is fully back on you, both hands on your hips as he drives into you.
“mhm, it’s so bad. what if mom finds them? what would she think of you having naked pictures of her little girl?” you smirk as a deep groan falls from robby’s lips. you know exactly how to get him to the finish line.
“fuck-don’t.” his fingers dig into your waist harder and his thrusts get sloppier, more erratic as he tries not to think about how turned on he is by the idea of his wife catching him out.
“what would she say? think she’ll be mad? think she’ll leave you? fuck. then you’d be all mine, forever and ever.” you wrap your arms around him when he drops his head in the crook of your neck, feeling his hot breath against you skin as he pants.
“you want that? want me to be all yours? i am yours, sweetheart. no one else gets me like this, don’t love anyone the way i love you. fuck. you feel so fucking good, i love you so much. shit shit shit.” he mindlessly babbles between groans and curses as that band in his stomach finally snaps, not even bothering to pull out as he spills himself inside of you, filling you up so deep with his release.
you don’t let him pull out straight away, just hold him close as he recovers and presses hot kisses to your skin.
“so…” he starts after a while, straining as he pushes himself up on his elbows, he’s exhausted. “gonna let dad take a pair of your panties with him on his trip?” he asks between attacking your cheek with sloppy kisses.
you giggle and try to wriggle away from his attack, pushing against his chest to get his hot, sticky body off of your own. “they’re already in your suitcase.”
“that’s my good girl.” he winks before leaning back down to kiss you properly this time, one soft, heartfelt kiss to your lips that you wish could last forever. fuck, you’re gonna miss him.
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pathetic!robby who can’t help but grab and paw at his strained cock over his pants as he watches jack talk to the girl he likes at the bar.
he’d been eyeing you up all night, had be working up, or more so drinking up the courage to go talk to you…unfortunately for robby, jack had noticed.
and now all he can do is sit and watch as jack leans over to whisper something in your ear, tucking away a strand of hair as his lips brush your skin. the way you subconsciously lean into his touch and rub your thighs together.
jack’s hand slides down your back to cup your ass, you don’t jump away. robby wonders would you have jumped if he had been the one to touch you.
robby swallows thickly when jack points at him, directing your gaze over to robby. you wave coyly, soft smile playing at your lips as you nod along to something jack said.
before he knows what’s happening the two of you are coming over, you’re sliding in the booth next to robby, hand on his thigh as you settle in.
“h-hi..” robby stutters as you turn to face him with your whole body. he’s drinking you in with his eyes, you look even more perfect to him up close.
“hey.” you smile back, a soft, gentle smile that stirs up something crazy in robby’s belly.
“so, you ready to go?” jack asks, finishing the last dregs of his beer before getting up.
robby’s brows turn upwards, he’d only just got you next to him and of course jack was already taking you away.
“sure!” you quip, sliding out of the booth, practically skipping to jack’s side.
“oh…you guys have fun.” robby tries to fake a smile but he can’t help the disappointment that follows through in his tone.
“i thought…is he not coming?” you turn to jack, your brows furrowed and slight pout playing at your lips.
“of course he is, sweetheart. this whole thing was robby’s idea…wasn’t it, brother?” jack winks discreetly in robby’s direction and that’s when it clicks.
“oh-uh, yeah. of course.” robby laughs nervously as he gets himself up out of the booth, putting his own jacket on.
“hey, sweetheart. you go ahead, we need to pay our tab, we’ll meet you out there.” jack calls after you, giving your ass a playful slap as you skip away to the exit.
“look, man. when we get to your place i’m going to say the hospital called me in, okay. you two have fun.” jack leans over to whisper in robby’s ear.
“really? you did this for me?” robby can’t quite believe it, jack never just lets a girl go.
“yeah, of course. you’re my brother, man. i love you, you deserve a little fun. and hey, she’s really into you so don’t fuck it up, yeah?” jack grabs robby’s shoulder giving him a light jostle as they head for the exit. robby nods. don’t fuck it up. don’t fuck it up.
see, jack abbot can be a good friend sometimes and besides, what robby doesn’t know is he already got your number. he’ll have his fun with you some other time.
idek what this is, it was in my drafts and i didn’t have anything else to post sooo it’ll have to do with :// in that stage of my cycle where i hate absolutely everything and nothing is going right so if i try to write something new i’ll cry.
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