tws: robby eating it from da back, oral sex, overstimulation, smut (18+)
thinking about how lost he gets while munching and it quickly becomes too much that you’re squirming away from his mouth. you try to run away from his mouth, but he is quick to hold your squirmy hips still. he’s there to hold you still so he can continue his torture. fingertips press into your skin hard enough that there will be bruises the next day. the type of bruises you forget exist until you notice them in the shower.
“fuck-”
your curses are met with groans, and his groans are met with more curses as they vibrate against your clit and send you spiraling. an endless cycle that has you drooling on the bedsheets.
you’re barely strong enough to reach out for robby. your hand awkwardly looks for robby and somehow - without pulling away from your pussy - finds your hands and gives it a gentle squeeze. it’s the only gentleness he shows as he thrusts his tongue inside you ignoring the cries of his name.
“‘m gonna cum.”
as if your words trigger a surge of energy, robby begins to slurp and doubles his efforts. the sounds are filthy as he slurps, spits, and sucks. it has you stifling your moans into the pillows as you reach your peak. and despite your shaking thighs, robby is still there to drink you up.
he’s drinking away until your hand taps, taps, taps on the pillow and finally, he’s pulling away with a wet gasp.
