Can you write a Robby Keene x reader smut 🙏🏿
the second the door slams shut behind you, he’s on you.
no teasing. no soft kisses. just hands everywhere—grabbing, pulling, claiming—and his mouth crashing into yours so hard your back hits the wall with a thud.
“couldn’t fucking wait,” he mutters against your lips, his voice wrecked, breath ragged. “thought about you all day.”
you barely manage a gasp before he’s lifting you, pinning you between him and the wall, his hands digging into your thighs, his hips grinding into yours like he can’t stand even an inch of space.
you tug at his hoodie, fisting it in your hands, desperate to get closer, and he just groans, low and filthy, kissing you like he’s trying to devour every sound you make.
his fingers slip under your shirt, dragging rough up your sides, yanking the fabric over your head without ceremony.
“so fucking pretty,” he breathes, mouth moving over your throat, biting at your collarbone, sucking marks into your skin. “mine.”
you moan when he sucks harder, your hips rolling against him, chasing the friction, and he curses, grinding into you like he’s already on the edge.
“fuck, baby,” he growls, one hand sliding between your bodies, popping the button on your jeans, shoving them down just enough to get to what he wants. “need you right now.”
your nails rake down his back, making him shudder, and when you whimper his name, he loses it.
he drops you onto the bed, stripping you the rest of the way, his hoodie hitting the floor a second later.
then he’s on you again—kissing, biting, gripping your thighs and dragging you to the edge of the bed so he can fit between them, pressing against you so hot, so hard it knocks the breath out of you.
“gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget your own name,” he mutters, lining himself up, his voice shaking with how badly he wants it, how close he already is.
you gasp when he pushes in, deep and rough, filling you so fast it borders on overwhelming.
he doesn’t stop to let you adjust, just grabs your hips and sets a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over, making the headboard thud against the wall with every thrust.
“take it, baby,” he grits out, watching the way your body takes him, the way you claw at the sheets, the way you can barely breathe from how deep he’s hitting. “fuck, you feel so good—so fucking tight—”
you can barely moan his name, the pleasure slamming into you over and over, wrecking you, burning you alive.
he leans down, mouth right against your ear, voice filthy and desperate.
“come for me,” he groans, thrusts getting even rougher, deeper, until your whole body tenses under him, the orgasm crashing over you so hard it pulls a broken sob from your lips.
he curses when he feels you clench around him, hips stuttering, and then he’s gone too, groaning your name into your skin, his body shaking from how hard he comes.
for a long second, neither of you move. just heavy breathing, skin slick, hearts pounding.
then he presses a messy kiss to your temple, still buried inside you, his voice hoarse and ruined.
“not letting you outta this bed for a long time.”
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