Mollyyyy!! would you be able to write #22 and Dr. Michael Robby Hottie Robinavitch to satisfy my robby fixation please? heehee ☺️ i’m so happy to be reading your robby fics for your celebration so far. hope you made it through the snowstorm okie btw (we got some snow here and that’s been a killer to get through)!
better than heaven
pairing: dad's best friend!dr. micahel 'robby' robinavitch x female reader
summary: trapped in a cabin with you and your family, robby finally gives in, and loses himself in you.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), unspecified age gap, smut, pwp, dry humping, 'just the tip' trope, piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink (with the potential for pregnancy), creampie, cockwarming, big cock, finger sucking, biting, daddy kink, dirty talk, light degradation, praise kink, begging, teasing, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart), aftercare, happy ending
word count: 4.3k
a/n: thank you so much for the prompt, Mel!! i wanted to write something cozy and filthy with Dr. Robby. i hope it satisfies your fixation because it certainly was very, very fun to write, and it ended up being much longer than i expected as a result 🤭 (the snow is melting here—finally! and i'm excited for spring to come!) anyway, i hope you enjoy what i came up with, and thanks for playing my blizzard bacchanal game ♡
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“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Robby’s words were low, tortured and tinged with self-condemnation, uttered into the hollow of your throat while he breathed your sweet scent into his lungs. The statement was a reminder to both of you, but more to himself. It was wrenched from the very depths of his conscience, with the last lick of sense in his whole head.
But you didn’t seem to hear him, arching your body beautifully beneath his larger form, pressing your soft, gorgeous tits into his chest. You let out a needy little sound, something between a whine and a whimper, and Robby lost the battle with his desire.
It was hot beneath the blankets, the friction of your still clothed bodies nearly driving Robby mad. He could only watch as you threw your head back into the pillows on the couch, pleasure etched into your pretty face while you rubbed your heated core against his hardening cock.
The position of your head gave him better access to your neck, and he buried his bearded face right in the crook, sucking on your pulse point until you were moaning and writhing more insistently beneath him. He was burning up, but it was a small taste of the hell he was surely going to.
Your hands clutched restlessly at his clothes and your legs opened a little more, allowing his hips to slot perfectly between your plush thighs. Robby thought he might see the afterlife sooner than he intended when the hard ridge of his cock pressed against the delicious heat of your center.
“Fuck,” he groaned roughly, kissing his way back to your mouth and capturing your lips with a fierceness he hadn’t felt in far too long.
The way you softened beneath him, melting into his kiss and dragging his body deeper into the cradle of yours had him losing all sense entirely. You were no longer the off-limits daughter of his best friend, but lust incarnate.
Robby knew better than to get lost in you, but you were too perfect, too eager for what he had to give, too ready to be defiled by him.
Distantly, Robby knew he needed to be the one to pull away before this went any further. He was older, after all. Though he didn’t know how much older than you he was, he knew it was on him to make the reasonable decision. To be the mature one and put a stop to this before either of you said or did something you couldn’t take back.
But, god help him, when your thighs hooked over his hips, and you used the leverage to grind against his hard cock, Robby couldn’t think, let alone come up with any of the litany of reasons to stop himself from giving you what you wanted. Especially if what you wanted was him.
“That’s it, angel, rub that pretty pussy on my cock, take what you need,” Robby murmured in your ear, brushing kisses across your cheek, reveling in the softness of your skin and the scent of your shampoo.
He pressed his hips deeper between your thighs, pure pride blooming in his chest at the way your breath hitched, your pulse thrumming beneath your skin. He could feel your heat through your clothes, and he was greedy for more, but he wouldn’t push you for anything you weren’t willing to give.
“I need—” your husky whisper cut off in a whine, your hips humping furiously beneath him. Robby choked on a breath, his hips grinding his thick length harder against your cunt through your clothes. “Oh god, Robby, I need to feel you against me with nothing in between. Please!”
You were already unwinding your legs from around Robby’s body. You’d shoved your pajama shorts down over your hips, and kicked them and your panties off beneath the blankets before he caught up with what you were begging for.
“Angel, we shouldn’t…” Robby rumbled, cupping your jaw in his large hand. His warm, dry skin felt especially rough against the softness of your face, and for a moment, Robby was distracted by awe as he stroked his thumb over your cheek.
But then you let out a desperate little whimper and Robby’s gaze met yours, finding your eyes wide and pleading, tears pooling at the edges as you stared up at him. “Please, I-I want this so bad.” You shifted restlessly beneath him, your fingers dancing along the edge of his sweatpants, teasing and playful and so desperate in the way they trembled. “Please, Robby.”
It was the way you said his name—like a plea, like a prayer—that did him in.
“Okay, angel, okay. I’ve got you,” Robby murmured, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down, until his cock was free.
In the back of his mind, Robby acknowledged that he’d give you anything you asked, but he couldn’t think about how dangerous that would be, not when the tip of his cock brushed against the damp folds of your pussy. All he could think about was you, and how good even that brief bit of contact felt.
Robby closed his eyes and stilled, gathering his resolve around him like armor. It took every ounce of his strength not to press into your tight heat. He knew you could take him, and he knew you would feel divine, but you hadn’t asked for that. And he wouldn’t give you more than what you asked. He couldn’t.
So he angled his hips between your thighs and pressed the shaft of his cock deep between your folds. Your eyes went hazy, your soft lips falling open on a helpless moan as you both focused on the feeling of him gently rocking his hips, rubbing his hard length against your pussy, your drooling hole coating him in your slick desire.
“Fuck, is this what you need, angel? Need my big cock rubbing against your wet cunt, huh?” Robby growled, making the mistake of lifting up enough to look down between your bodies.
The room was lit by the blue light of the TV, and there were dark shadows everywhere, but Robby could still see too much. Just past his soft belly, he could see the tip of his cock poking through the top of your folds. He could see the way your hips writhed beneath him, meeting his rocking thrusts with little humping motions of your own.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, hooking one of your thighs over his hips, opening you up wider so he could press deeper against your pussy.
You were already drenched, and so warm, so welcoming. It would be so easy to tilt his hips and sink into your tight cunt…
“Robby, fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, dragging his attention back to your face, which was twisted with pleasure, your skin damp and shining in the dim light of room. You were so gorgeous, you took his breath away, and it took him a moment to realize you were being too loud.
A thread of panic shot down his spine, but he had no desire to pull away or put a stop to this. Instead, Robby lowered himself more fully on top of you, brushing kisses to your cheeks and lips, enjoying the shivers that raced through your body at the roughness of his beard.
“Shh, baby, you don’t want to wake your dad, do you?” he muttered, looking deep into your eyes as he asked the question.
Since he was watching you closely, Robby saw the moment your eyes went hazy and heavy-lidded—could feel the way your pussy pulsed against his cock, like your body was enticing him inside, and he bit out a curse.
“Shit, angel, does it get you off—the idea of getting caught?” he demanded, his voice almost a hiss. He stared to pull away, cursing himself because he knew you were dangerous, but that was a step too far, even for him.
Before he could move, though, your thighs tightened around his hips and you shook your head quickly. You stared up at him, your eyes two wide pools of desire and uncertainty, and Robby wanted to soothe you immediately. He wanted to drown in your desire.
“No, no, it’s not that,” you whispered in a rush. But you didn’t explain further, only bit your lip and stared at Robby’s shoulder, like you were ashamed to admit the truth.
“You can tell me anything, sweetheart,” Robby said, softening his voice and cupping your face in his hand, using his thumb to tug your lip free from your teeth. When you glanced at him, he smiled warmly, watching your shame transform into hope before his eyes.
“It was that word—‘dad’,” you admitted shyly, your eyes darting away then back to Robby’s, like you couldn’t bear to watch his reaction, but also didn’t want to miss it. “I-it turned me on, hearing you say it.”
Robby’s heart nearly stopped in his chest, his cock twitching greedily against your drenched pussy. A possessiveness that would’ve scared him if he’d been in his right might swept through him, and Robby let himself sink into that feeling, gathering you in his arms as a wicked smile spread across his face.
“Oh is that all?” Robby murmured, his tone teasing and exceptionally pleased. “It turned you on just to hear me say ‘dad’?” He dropped a kiss to your mouth, nuzzling your cheek until his beard tickled you enough to make you giggle softly. “Do you want to call me ‘dad’, sweetheart—maybe ‘daddy’?”
“Daddy,” you moaned in response, turning your head and capturing Robby’s thumb between your lips. You sucked it deep into your mouth, staring up at him with wide, trusting eyes.
That was the moment that did him in—that was the moment he knew you were his, just as much as he was yours.
“Daddy it is,” Robby said gruffly, his cock throbbing between your thighs, unable to hide how much he enjoyed the feeling it gave him—like he was your whole world. He swallowed thickly, then nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek, regaining control of himself. “Now be a good girl and rub that sweet pussy all over daddy’s big cock, baby.”
He watched your eyes go hazy again, your mouth falling open around his thumb. Your expression was so blissed out, so open and trusting, and he knew you weren’t capable in that moment of what he’d asked.
So, like a good daddy, Robby took over. He rocked his hips harder between your thighs, his cock twitching at the soft little ‘uh uh uh’ sounds that fell from your lips. You were so soft beneath him, your body molding to his, your drenched cunt clinging to his cock shaft.
It was depraved how good it felt, and Robby knew he should be castigating himself for everything he’d already done, but he couldn’t bring himself to—not when you looked so happy beneath him.
Just then, the tip of his cock caught in the opening of your pussy, pressing against your tight entrance before pushing past. Roby nearly went crosseyed from the feel of your hole around the head of his dick, suckling his tip like your pussy was begging him to bury his cock in your body.
Your breath hitched in a soft gasp that had Robby rocketing back to earth, his eyes focusing on your face. He found you with your head lifted off the pillows staring down at where his cock was sliding through your slippery folds. You angled your hips up, making it easy for Robby’s dick to catch in your hole again, and you both groaned.
“Baby, we can’t…” Robby said, little conviction in his voice even as he tried to get ahead of what he thought you were about to ask for, already knowing he wouldn’t deny you—or himself.
“Please, daddy,” you begged, lifting your gaze to him, your eyes shimmering with tears of need. Robby could feel his resolve—what little he had—crumbling. “Just the tip.”
At that, Robby ducked his chin to his chest, giving you the sternest look he could muster, and he was rewarded with an impish smile spreading across your beautiful face. Your eyes glimmered with mischief, and you stared up at him without a lick of remorse, spreading your thighs wider while you rocked your hips, coating his cock in your desire.
From the unrepentant look on your face, it was clear you knew exactly what you were doing—Robby was absolutely certain that you knew your request would turn into him buried balls-deep in your hot cunt—but neither of you cared enough to stop.
As far as Robby was concerned, the whole night, ever since everyone else had gone to bed and left him alone with you, was like a train careening off its tracks. You were the only one capable of putting an end to it, but Robby knew you wouldn’t, since you were the one who instigated everything that’d happened in the first place.
You’d been the one to snuggle up to him under the blankets on the couch in the basement of the cabin where he’d been sleeping while he and your family were on a ski vacation. You’d been the one to insist on laying down, Robby’s body spooning yours. You’d been the one to rub your soft ass against his cock until he was hard enough that when you turned over and asked him to kiss you, he’d been unable to do anything else but give in.
And it had all led Robby to this moment, where you were begging him to fuck you with the tip of his cock, knowing it wouldn’t end there, and all he could do was give you exactly what you’d asked. He was helpless to your desire, unable to stop himself from giving you—and himself—what you wanted.
“Ple-ease, daddy,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as a tear slipped down your cheek.
Your impish smile had melted away, replaced by an unadulterated need so exquisite, Robby felt his cock throb in response. He brushed your tear away, enchanted by the sight of you begging, and your lip pushed out into a perfect pout.
“I need your cock, daddy. I need it.”
You writhed restlessly beneath Robby, humping his cock until the tip notched at your entrance again. Robby’s body tensed, but the inevitability of what was about to happen was a reassurance.
He gave himself over to the idea that this was always going to happen. He’d wanted you since the moment he’d first set eyes on you, when he’d arrived at the cabin. He didn’t know it at the time, but you’d wanted him just as long, gathering the courage to make the move he never would.
The fact that you were snowed in together, that mother nature herself had pushed you two closer, had Robby forgetting all the reasons he shouldn’t fuck you—you were so much younger, you were his best friend’s daughter. You were too perfect.
You were unavoidable, you were destiny.
“Just the tip, angel,” Robby said, reminding himself just as much as you. He pushed up on one hand, the other gripping your soft thigh and holding you open for him. He pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, but you were so tight, he met resistence. “Let me in, sweetheart.”
You whimpered and whined, and Robby felt you soften beneath him. The tip of his cock slipped inside your velvety heat, and his hips stuttered to a stop. His low, rumbling groan mixed with the sound of your soft, breathy moan, both of you reveling at the feeling of him inside you—the heat, the desire, the perfect way you fit together.
“Again, daddy,” you begged, your voice breathless, your eyes glittering with lust when Robby caught your gaze.
He nodded, pulling his hips back until his cock slid out of your hole. Then he pushed forward again, inexorably slower, indulging in the way your body yielded to him, your slick hole swallowing the head of his dick like a greedy cocksleeve.
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well,” Robby rumbled, pulling out and pushing in again, watching the head of his big dick disappear inside your tight pussy. “You want more, sweetheart? Want more of daddy’s cock in this perfect cunt?”
“Ye-es,” you moaned, arching up off the couch and trying to bear down on his cock. Robby’s hand on your thigh held you down, and he tsked at you.
“Daddy’s in charge, sweetheart,” he said, clicking his tongue and enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him. He had to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. He gave you a stern look down the line of his nose. “Be a good girl and take what I give you.”
“If I’m good, will you fill me up all the way, daddy?” you asked in a low, breathy voice that did something to Robby’s gut, making it twist with a desire so acute, he thought he might cum right there, with only the tip of his cock inside your pussy.
“Maybe, baby,” he sing-songed, bending down to brush a kiss to your lips. He used the distraction to thrust deeper into your cunt, swallowing your gasp and moan. He let his smile bloom against your mouth when you clutched him closer, like you couldn’t bear to have any space between you.
For the next few minutes, Robby worked you open with his cock, taking the time to make sure your tight hole was stretched to accomodate his thick girth and you weren’t in any pain or discomfort. If anything, you begged and whined for more before he knew you were ready, and he would shush you with a kiss or stern words until you submitted to his authority.
When Robby finally pushed all the way into your tight cunt, feeling his balls press against your ass as he bottomed out in your dripping hole, a half-feral groan tore from his mouth. He ducked his head, muffling the sound against your neck, and pressed you deep into the couch, covering you with his weight.
You moaned sweetly in Robby’s ear, wrapping your bare legs around his waist while your arms circled his shoulders, holding him tight against your body. Your fingers carded through his hair, nails raking lightly over his scalp and he groaned yet again, his hips thrusting on reflex at how good you felt surrounding him.
You were perfect. So tight and wet and warm. You felt like heaven around his cock, and Robby knew, all over again, that you were his unavoidable destiny. You were meant to be his, and in that moment, he vowed he would spend the rest of his life making sure he was deserving of you.
“You feel so good inside me, daddy,” you whispered against Robby’s scruffy cheek, pleasure dripping like sweet honey from your voice. “Knew you would,” you babbled, words spilling from your lips almost like you couldn’t help them. “Knew your big daddy cock would fill up my tight little cunt so perfectly—like I was made for you.”
“Fuck. Fuck, angel,” Robby growled, pulling back as far as your legs circling his body allowed—which wasn’t very far at all—before slamming inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that made you gasp. “Don’t say shit like that when I’m fucking you raw, or I’ll cum inside you.”
“Do it,” you gasped excitedly, a shiver of delight making your body tremble in his arms. “Cum inside me.” You pressed your lips against Robby’s ear, your words crisp and clear and so sweet he thought they’d be the death of him. “I’m not on birth control—knock me up, daddy.”
For a brief moment, Robby blacked out. And then all he saw was you.
You, splayed out on your back while he fucked his cum into your pussy, shoving it deep into your womb to make sure it would take. You, with your belly rounding from his seed, growing his baby in your body. You, curled up in his arms, one of his hands on your big belly while his mouth suckled on your nipple, drinking your milk that would feed his baby.
You, holding his child in your arms while he held you in his. You, as his family, his whole world. His destiny. His.
God would have to forgive Robby for what he was about to do, because he couldn’t help himself. Not when it came to you, not when it came to the chance of breeding his baby into you. Not when it came to the undeniable need he felt to make you his forever.
In that moment, Robby made peace with the fact that he was going to hell—because being with you was better than heaven—and he gave himself over to instinct, digging his arms beneath your body and holding you caged against his chest while he pounded into you.
He fucked your tight, slick cunt with a fury and intent he’d never felt in all his five decades on earth. All he could do was drive deeper and deeper into your clasping body, fucking you with the sole purpose of knocking you up and making you his.
“You want my baby, baby?” Robby growled against your cheek, teeth pressing into your jaw with a teasing bite that had your pussy clenching hard around his cock. He let out a rough sound of pleasure and kept going, emboldened by the way your body yielded to his. “You want me to breed your tight cunt and fill you with my seed until it takes, huh?”
“Yes, daddy, yes,” you cried softly, clinging to him with a desperation that had Robby’s heart pounding harder, beating a selfish, staccato rhythm. “Breed me, daddy—I want your baby. I want you to knock me up. Make me a mommy—make me yours.”
The possessive beast in Robby roared its pleasure, and he grabbed your ass in one of his big hands. Holding you tight against his body, he ground into your cunt, the tip of his dick pressing against that magical spot inside you while the base of him rubbed mercilessly against your clit.
“Cum on daddy’s cock, angel,” he urged, pressing his forehead to yours, watching pleasure wash over your pretty face. “Be a good girl and let me feel your perfect pussy sucking on my cock, and then I’ll fill you up—make you my perfect little cumdump and breed a baby into you.”
“Daddy!”
Your high-pitched cry was cut off when Robby slanted his mouth to yours, swallowing your sounds of pleasure as you came apart on his cock. He could feel your body go taut beneath him, your cunt clenching down so hard on his shaft, he saw stars, and then you were coming.
He grunted into your mouth, fucking you hard through your release, and it wasn’t long before he was following after. He pressed deep into your cunt, the tip of his cock ramming right against your cervix so he could spill directly into your unprotected womb.
That thought had Robby coming even harder, the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy milking every drop of cum from his balls. His chest heaved as he tried to suck in enough air so he didn’t pass out, and he pressed his face into your neck, huffing your scent deep into his lungs. You smelled like sweet sex, and sweat—and a little bit like him.
You both came down gradually, Robby collapsing on top of you and half-crushing you into the couch. You didn’t mind, though, keeping your legs locked around his waist, your fingers carding through his hair and beard as you made soft sounds of contentment.
Eventually, he tried to pull away, but your legs tightened around him. You let out a little sound of protest and when he pulled back to see your face, you were pouting up at him, something like betrayal and uncertainty in your eyes.
“Sweetheart, this can’t be comfortable,” Robby rumbled, gently cupping your face and smoothing his thumb over the corner of your mouth to wipe away your frown. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to the pad of his thumb, making his cock twitch weakly in your pussy.
“Just a little bit longer,” you pleaded, giving him your wide-eyed look. “Please, daddy. I like being close to you.”
Robby felt his cock leak a little bit more cum, and he groaned, settling his weight on his forearms, braced on either side of your head and capturing your lips in a kiss. “A few more minutes,” he murmured indulgently, shifting so his hands could take turns massaging your thighs and hips.
It was more than a few minutes later when Robby finally disentangled himself from your body. He quickly righted himself, pulling up his sweatpants and boxers, then helped you redress, pressing kisses to your skin anywhere he could reach—your thighs, your belly, your neck.
Before he could get lost in you all over again, he walked you up to your room, careful not to wake anyone else in the cabin.
You didn’t ask him to stay in your bed with you, and Robby was relieved. You both knew the situation with your father would need to be handled much more delicately than him discovering his best friend in your bed. Especially when you all were snowed in at a remote cabin in the mountains.
How and when you’d break your newfound relationship to your father was a discussion for another time. For the night, Robby tucked you into your bed, giving you a slow, sweet kiss before he retreated back to the bastement and the couch where he’d been sleeping.
The blankets still smelled like you—like your shampoo and your cum—and Robby found himself aching to have you in his arms. He fell asleep and dreamed of you, looking forward to the future, and the family, the two of you would build together.
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