WHOOPS - Pitt smut blurb
Dr. Robby x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. MDNI. Pussy sliding. Accidental Penetration. Agreement between adults.
Not proofread! I wrote it on my phone! I’m shameless
New kink formed. Pussy Sliding.
Smut under the cut
It was only ever supposed to be stress relief. There was never supposed to be that kind of breach. You get yours and he gets his, in the most non committal way. Clothes always stay on. Mouths stay as quiet as possible. No eye contact. No kissing. No talking about it after. And above all? No penetration.
When you first listed that as a rule, Robby looked at you like you had three heads. “How…the point of a hook up is to actually hook up?” He said, already feeling foolish for being 52 and using the term ‘hook up’.
“I know what a hookup is, Ernest Hemingway” you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. “I don’t just let anyone inside me, ok? That’s a romantic commitment, for me.” You said matter of factly and shrugged.
“But I wanna get off, too. So…we could try pussy sliding?” You ask with a curious head quirk.
That’s how he found himself here, a year and a half later with you and your legs bent back to your shoulders, sliding his cock through your soaked labia. He’d laugh at the hot dog bun similarity if he wasn’t so fucking hard. Fuck…he always gets a tinged embarrassed at how much he loves this.
A year and a half of this…activity, with you and he still couldn’t get enough. There is something so fucking dirty about it. He wants your hole and he can’t have it. He stares at it clenching for him, even dribbles spit down onto it to make you messier, but he can’t have it.
Fuck. He wanted it so bad. He wanted you so bad, in every sense, but his therapist said that was a conversation for another day. Past baggage first, future progress later.
He would do whatever you allowed him to do. And right now? That was sliding his thick cock through your pussy lips. He reaches down and uses his thumbs to wrap your lips around his cock to create a tunnel.
You watch him bite his lip as he tries not to groan. Keep Quiet. That’s one of the rules. But today, you’re more wet than you’ve ever been. You watched Robby chew out an EMT that made a very aggressive play for you at Central and it made you untamed.
You drug him up here this time. You took his cock out of his zipper. You took your panties down to your calves and flipped your legs over your head, showcasing yourself for him.
Watching him get jealous like that? You’d never admit to it, but holy hell…you were teetering on every single rule you ever set for the two of you.
The head of his cock keeps massaging your clit with constant heat and pressure. The precum smearing around your folds is making you more and more wet and before you ever realize, you whimper.
Robby’s hips stutter and he shakes his head to regain control. He keeps his eyes directly on your pussy and his cock together. It’s almost impossible not to look in your eyes right now.
And that’s when it first happens. The head of his cock notches against your entrance. That’s NEVER happened before. In all this time, he has been so careful. Your gasp mixed with his grunt has you both staring at each other with wide eyes.
“Fuck…fuck sorry” he mumbles and moves himself back to the safe zone. “S’ok” you murmur and let your head fall back when the head of his cock hits your clit again.
Another 3 minutes of this and you’ve gone beyond soaked. It’s vulgar. You’re dripping onto the linoleum floor under the bed and your thighs are smeared with your wetness. Robby has never had to concentrate like this with you before. Never. He’s 54. He’s grown. Composure is the name of the game, but right now? He feels like he’s 16 again.
His hips pull back to slide forward and without warning, the amount of moisture you’ve collected slides him down slightly and right into you. Fully.
He lets out a yell. An actual yell. And his head drops forward. The gasp that drops from your mouth ends in a squeal and you bite down in his shoulder that’s now in your face.
“FUCK! fuck! Fuck sorry you’re so fucking wet. I…fuck. I tried” he pants sounding embarrassed? Mortified? Nervous?
And then, as if he was dreaming, you say the one thing he never expected. With your lips placed against his ear, you moan so soft. His skin erupts in goosebumps as you nuzzle against him. “Don’t stop”