car sex with robby after he had a long day at work
cw : dad(dy) kink, fauxcest, car sex, humping, p in v, f reader ♡ 466 words
a/n : wrote this based off a dream i had ,, this isnt the best but i hope u enjoy!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
you’re clinging to robby in the back seat of his g wagon, arms wrapped around his neck. he’s still in his scrubs and sweaty from a long day at work, pants shoved down to his knees so you can grind on him through his boxers. his hands are running up and down your waist under your top, rough from how much hand sanitizer he uses.
he’s pressing kisses to your face while you grind down on his lap. he lets his hips jump up to meet yours sometimes, drawing short whines from you. his round glasses are still perched on his nose, slightly crooked from the movement.
“shh, shh, baby, it’s okay, daddy’s here,” he mumbles into your ear, and you hiccup in response. “aww, you’re so needy today. you missed your dad?”
you nod into his neck, slowing your hips’ movements into a heavy roll.
“sweet thing,” he sucks in a deep breath, tucking his hands under the waistband of your panties. “want me to fuck you now, baby? ‘s that okay?”
you nod again, more frantic this time, peeking up to look at his face.
“c’mon, be polite. thought i taught you good manners. say ‘please, daddy’,”
“please, daddy,” you murmur, embarrassed, a hot flush rising on your neck.
“good girl,” he coos, finally sliding your panties down your thighs and cupping your pussy. “you wanna take dad out?”
“yes,” you whisper, reaching from his neck to grab at his boxers. you pull his hard dick out from the soft fabric, letting it slap against his tummy. he groans and curses under his breath as you slide your hand down it, rolling your palm over the tip.
“mmm‘kay, that’s enough,” he groans, grabbing your hands and forcing them away. “hands off, baby.”
you frown, but let him pull you away.
“okay, up,” he grunts, gripping your hips and lifting you to kneel above his lap. he grips the base of his dick in his hand, guiding it to line up with your entrance.
you whine when he gathers your slick and slides in. he slowly lowers you on his lap, feeding you more and more of his cock. you hang to his shoulders while he sinks inside, steadying yourself.
when you finally meet his lap, you’re whimpering and hiding your face in his neck.
“god- fuck, you feel so good,”
you hum in response, letting your hips grind softly into his.
“ohhh- mmm, gonna fuck you now, okay?”
he secures his arm around your waist before he starts to thrust up into you. you writhe as he starts, already brushing a good spot inside you. your nails scratch his shoulders, mouth dropping open as your breathing picks up.
“mhmmm, daddy hitting a good spot already? that feel good?”
prone bone and the barrel of a gun under your chin is the name of the game while fucking ben. feeling the cool metal tip of the weapon press deep enough to leave a perfectly circular little indent on the soft skin there, sweat collecting at the nape of your neck.
“you scared?” he asks you, gritting the question out through a laugh. you feel his chest contract and expand up against your back, breaths coming labored in between thrusts.
you tell yourself you shouldn’t be. that the gun probably isn’t even loaded, never mind capable of firing off a shot into your skull. you shake your head no, swallowing around a whimper as his dick makes itself a home right where you like it.
and all ben does is laugh because he knows exactly what you’re thinking. he tells you it too, point blank. finally withdrawing the weapon from under your face before the sound of the safety clicking off rings, and the barrel, fully loaded you realize, kisses right against your temple.
pope cody fauxcest..... being his daughter he never had... this is so important to me
see and the dynamic itself gives him the routine his brain craves. the orderly satisfaction of waking you up each morning, making pancakes with you, picking you up from class with two ice cold sodas in the cup holder of his truck and his sunglasses pushed high on the bridge of his nose. taking you home and watching the game with you in his lap while you feed him bites of your dinner in between stories about your day. literally the father bf of all father bfs.
stepdad soldier boy helping himself to you in the middle of the night ♡
cw : dead dove do not eat !! , somno (cnc), stepcest + fauxcest, dad(dy) kink, p in v, f reader, an☆l fingering, prone bone + doggy, denial kind of ♡ 1,490 words
a/n : happy fathers day everyone (im late) i wrote half of this at 3am
PLEASE MIND WARNINGS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
ben wakes up that night in hot sweats, the only company in his cold, empty bed being the alcohol-stained comforter.
you don’t wake up to the soft thump of ben’s feet against your room’s floor. he’s standing over your peaceful, sleepy body, hand cupped and slowly rubbing over the crotch of his sweatpants. you look so sweet - innocent - like this: the soft rise of your chest as you breathe, the little outfit you wear to bed, the cute panties he can just see peeking out from under your top. such a stark contrast to what he’s about to do.
you groan softly, still asleep, when he climbs on top of you. the mattress dips under his weight, but the commotion isn’t enough to wake you up.
“fuck, so sweet for me, baby,” his voice is rough and deep, the kind that sends shockwaves through your body.
he reaches out, gentler than usual, to hike up your top. he curses quietly when your breasts spill out, his hand immediately reaching to knead at your soft skin. your eyebrows tighten unconsciously when the tip of his pointer finger rubs over one of your nipples. he sits like that for a while, hovering over your body. his big hands cover the bottom halves of your breasts, rough fingers rolling and tugging your nipples.
you don’t so much as flinch when he rolls down your panties, tossing them from your ankle. his throat goes dry at the sight of you. you’re already starting to get wet from his little massage, a glisten of arousal dripping right between your lips.
“shit- trained up so well for daddy, huh? don’t even gotta touch you and you’re all ready to take me,”
he runs two fingers from the top of your mound alllllll the way down in between your ass. he brings his hand back up, pinching and rolling your swollen clit between the pads of his fingertips. you hike your hips up to meet his touch, a small whimper releasing from your throat.
his other hand reaches below the waistband of his sweats and grips the base of his dick. he holds back a grunt, not wanting to wake you yet, easing the pants down his hips to his knees.
he slowly rolls you to lie on your tummy, parting your ass with two hands to get access to your cunt. he opens his mouth and lets a dribble of his spit fall onto your puffy lips, sinking into your own lubrication.
he kneels above you, knees on either side of your thighs - effectively trapping you if you try to get away - and taps his tip against you. he sits like that for a while, tip rubbing and pressing against your entrance while his hands alternate from massaging your ass to rolling your clit.
finally, slowly, he sinks in.
you immediately jolt awake from the sharp intrusion, eyes snapping open and legs kicking in shock. you let out a string of whimpers and moans, hands reaching to find anything to hold onto.
“shhh, sweet thing. ‘s just me. ‘s just daddy.”
you continue to struggle under him, legs knocking upwards to slap against his calves, and he just chuckles. one of his hands reaches to grab your wrists, securing them behind your back like handcuffs. all you can hear is blood rushing through your head and his deep, raspy voice, your entire brain focused on how he’s bullying himself inside you.
“nu uh, c’mon, calm down. be good.”
his tip brushes your g-spot, and you melt back into the sheets with a breathless moan. to calm you more, he focuses there, grinding his hips down into the spongy spot. you mewl a quiet ‘daddy’ when you finally come to your senses, nerves still wired from waking up like this.
“mhm, dad’s got you, baby.”
he lets go of your hands, and you reach down to hold onto the sheets. he groans a curse into your ear when your back arches into his body, allowing him to slide even further into you. tiny tears prick your waterline as he pushes himself deeper and deeper.
“i know, it’s so scary to wake up with daddy inside you, but he needs this right now.”
you mewl when he bottoms out, his hips pressing into your ass. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, starts thrusting so deeply you get air and whimpers forced from your lungs.
“being such a good girl for me,”
you moan a small ‘dad’, trying your best to respond.
“aww, yeah, gettin’ so much better at takin’ daddy.”
wet slaps resound in the space between you two, your arousal coating ben’s upper thighs and your ass.
“remember when ‘could barely fit half in? threw a fit the entire time too, crying your lil’ ass off,”
you flinch away from him when you feel a free hand reeeeach down between your legs, above where he’s stretching you. he circles the tight hole between your ass with the tip of his thumb once, twice, before sinking in.
you cry out softly, lip caught between your front teeth.
“oh, still so tight, huh? how’s dad ever gonna fuck you in here if you can’t even take one of his thumbs?”
you hiccup after his rhetorical question, overwhelmed by being filled in both holes. his dick is brushing that sensitive spot so deep inside, hitting against it every time he thrusts. your body goes tense when he starts thrusting his thumb simultaneously, pulling on the entrance from the inside.
“too- oh- too full,” you whine, limp thighs shaking against the mattress. a second moan gets knocked out of you when he knocks his hips into yours. “daddy-”
“you getting dumb on me now? y’know you can take it,”
you cry quietly, lifting your hips slightly, trying to fuck back into him. you fail after two attempts, only managing a slight arch.
“aww, cute little thing,”
he removes his hand from your hip and slides it under your stomach. he lifts your bottom half, forcing you into a mean arch with your hips in the air, knees supporting your body. you immediately feel the change in position, biting back a loud whimper.
now, with each thrust, he hits every sweet spot and somehow gets deeper.
“oh yeah, that feels good, huh? feelin’ good for daddy?”
you nod feverishly, panting into the sheets and pushing back into his hips when his thumb starts moving again. you feel the tight, hot coil deep in your lower belly start to tighten, your clit throbbing for attention.
“fuck, tightenin’ on me like crazy,” he grunts, gritting his teeth so his eyes don’t roll back in the sockets.
he’s pretending not to know what you need. his thrusts get slower, allowing himself to grind as deep as he can while sitting still.
“daddy-”
“mmm, what is it, baby?” he smirks, and you can hear it in his voice.
“daddy, need’a cum so bad, please-”
“awww, can’t cum like this?”
you shake your head.
“thought i raised you better than that, greedy girl. gotta beg dad a little harder, yeah?”
you sniffle, sucking in shallow breaths.
“please, please- make me cum, dad, need it so, so bad- feels so good, please,”
he hums in satisfaction, smiling to himself as he increases the pace of his thrusts. you mewl, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. he curses under his breath, the hand under your stomach lifting you further towards him. it puts uncomfortable pressure on your bladder, making you cry even more.
“god- fuck, baby, such a pretty girl,”
his fingers trail down, latching to your clit and squeezing. he pinches so hard your eyes momentarily black out, and the next second you’re cumming hard. you buck and your mouth drops open, walls clenching around his dick.
he doesn’t stop. he rolls your sticky clit between his fingers, thrusting down into your g-spot, arm squeezing your lower stomach. your orgasm doesn’t end, and you feel the familiar feeling creep up under your clit. your eyebrows pinch, and a long whine drops from your mouth when you squirt, a stream of liquid pouring from your cunt onto his dick and thighs.
“oh yes, good girl, c’mon, cum for daddy,”
his hips twitch, and his eyes flutter closed. he continues to roll your clit, stimulating more squirt to come out of your body.
“daddy’s gonna cum, okay? gonna cum in you, baby- oh, fuck-”
he groans deeply and keels over your body, cum seeping inside you.
“oh- oh, fuck- oh god, baby- take daddy’s cum, take it all-”
you writhe from overstimulation, tears and drool pooling below your face on the sheets.
it feels like forever that you two lie there catching your breath. you nod in and out of sleep, blinking your eyes open when you feel a warm, wet towel wiping your folds. he murmurs, ‘shhh, go back to bed,’ so you do.
i raise you the possibility of giving robby a hickey and getting put over his knee soon after because how is the city’s premiere attending physician meant to be taken seriously with a love bite front and center on this throat .. (he loves it and hopes it never fades)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
cw: daddy kink, impact play
and im so glad you asked because this truly is something i can see so clearly in my mind.... your brain is too large.. i raise you jack seeing it when he goes in
he wouldn't even notice until the next morning when he peels himself off ur body to go to the bathroom & he's met with the BIGGEST DARKEST hickey he's ever seen in his entire life . he literally doesn't even know how you did it without him noticing because it looks like he just got that one heated suction cup therapy 😭
it's like 2 hrs before he needs to leave for work and ur not used to waking up that early .. he shakes ur body a little until u open your eyes with a short groan & r met with his ANGRRYYYYY face. u immediately kind of tense up and ur mind goes to the worst possible scenario until he points to the hickey literally in the middle of his neck
youre like fuuuuuck because he definitely has NOTHING to cover it up with. ur concealer isnt his shade and would probably rub off throughout his day anyway
& less than a minute later he throws u over his lap with ur panties shoved down your legs. he holds ur wrists behind ur back with one hand and the other is hitting you on ur ass so hard you think you'll start crying.
"think you're allowed to mark up daddy, huh? think you're able to do whatever you want without my permission?"
and ur shaking ur head and whimpering when he alternates from wapping u to rubbing ur clit ,, he leaves the house with a giant hard on and 0 orgasm from you because you were bad and dont deserve it !!!
so he goes into the ER with the most gigantic hickey known to mankind that looks like he got karate chopped in the throat. everyone's walking on eggshells around him (especially the students) and nobody DARES to point it out until the switch shifts and jack comes in !!
he pulls him into a little side room and points it out like "who did that?" & they gossip about u and he ends the conversation with "you gotta let me meet her sometime"
cw : p in v sex , age gap (younger reader) mentioned , reader virginity loss
282 words
made with the help of my moot of all time @soldierpie ♡ please go show her some love shes so soso talented i love everything she comes up with
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
robby , who hadn't had sex for years before meeting you. maybe the occasional date with women jack would urge him to ask out, but it'd never last. he always ran. until you came along, and threw his life upside down.
robby , who nearly felt his heart stop when he first saw you. he never thought someone so cute would look twice at an old man like him, and now here you are - in his bed telling him you've never done this before.
robby , who shudders and bucks his hips forward when you help him out of his boxers. he lies you down flat on your back, easing his hands over your waist to slip down your panties.
robby , who sets his dick on your stomach after fingering you open. when you whine about how he's ''too big' and that 'it won't fit' he's cooing at you with faux sympathy, pressing soft kisses to your face.
robby , who nearly cums the moment he starts running himself through your folds to get you used to the feeling.
your legs buckle around his torso when he finally starts slipping in.
"you've gotta relax for me, honey. just makin' it harder for yourself,"
it's just as hard for you as it is for him. the second he sinks another inch in, you clench down, and he has to freeze and grind his jaw so he doesn't cum. when he finally gets all the way in, he can't even move.
"f-fuck baby, such a little thing, huh? clenching- shit- clenchin' me so hard i can't think,"
the moment he makes you release around him, he follows half a second later, groaning with his hips grinding into yours.
okay, okay! both jack and robby cover your mouth with there hands if you guys do something kinda in public but i think robby also covers your nose, but he always says it’s ‘cause you so small baby, my hands just too big for ya’
18+ mdni wait…. this made me wet… the size kink AND breath play….. whew. some cnc/undernegotiated kink? maybe? vibes in this one
ugh he clamps his big hand right over your mouth and nostrils when you moan too loud while he’s fucking you in the back of his car. “Shhh, sweetheart.”
You don’t even notice at first. Robby watches the realization hit you in real time when your body tries to gasp in air but none comes through. He sees the thought hit you— I can’t breathe. Your eyes widen and your brows furrow, your instincts making you panic despite your trust in him.
Robby’s dick throbs at the sight, and he just keeps on fucking you. He watches intently as you start to struggle a bit.
Finally, he relents when your hand comes up and grapples at his wrist. His hand falls away. His face contorts in faux sympathy as you take in a desperate breath, choking on the air. “Couldn’t breathe, honey?” He feigns surprise. “Shit, you’re just so small. Covered half your fuckin’ face, didn’t I?” He brings his hand back up and envelopes your chin, mouth, nose, and the better part of your cheeks once more. Just to see it again. “Fuck, look at you. Gotta be careful I don’t break you, little girl.”
"you know he likes it better when the only thing in your field of vision is his dick.
“can you see?” he asks quietly, thumbing over the cute swell in your cheek."
OHHHHHHMYMYMYMYY OHHHH OHM YG OD he'd be so mean about glasses i cant get over what i talked to u previously about where he'd make u go out in public without them (if ur nearsighted) so you can only see him !! hes so disgusting and possessive ,,
he flicks your forehead when you put them on and then holds his palm in front of your face and is like “cmon :/ hand em’ over.” you’d think he just caught you doing something awful with the way he acts like a father who just caught his kid smoking
ben pulling your glasses right from the bridge of your nose while you suck him off. ignoring the way you whine with his tip in your mouth and simply setting them to the side with his arm strewn over the back of the couch.
“aww c’mon. you don’t want those things getting smudged, kid.” he reasons. there's a fatherly quality to his voice. something warm, and deeply deceptive that sends a chill up your spine. you want to believe that he cares, that he's looking out for you in his own way, but you know ben. you know he likes it better when the only thing in your field of vision is his dick.
“can you see?” he asks quietly, thumbing over the cute swell in your cheek. he lets you suckle his tip one last time before pushing you off with a palm smack dab to the middle of your forehead. the force stings.
you squint as your eyes adjust to the lack of correction, blinking both eyes hard to try and shake off the impending headache forming behind your temples. ben raises a brow, his patience dwindling low.
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