rereading this beautiful amazing fic for the gobjillionth time… it is too good. you are too good. He is too good...
"'s too long." <-i am going to kiss him.
And yet you don’t feel used, not with the way Robbie is aching for it, broken moans filling your ears as he apologizes profusely for his neediness. It’s almost comical how he doesn’t seem to realize that this, his eagerness to have and please you, his blatant and unwavering attraction and desire for you, is what turns you on like nothing else. <-yes… yes… yes… Yes.
His only answer is mindless babbling, broken off by gasps and hiccups. “Feels so good. I’m so sorry. You feel so good and I missed you so much,” he whines as he continues to grind against you from behind. <-i am going to die.
fran. fran i owe you everything i possess. everything i am. bless you forever. bless you and everything and everyone you love forever. thank you forever.🧎🫶
snuggle with robbie<3
It took me a bit (I think I posted that perticular prompt list almost a month ago 😅) but i finally finished your drabble, anon 💙
I hope you like it. I did handwave the 'purposefully' part of the prompt a little - I hope that's ok.
A Lack Of Patience
tags: established relationship | Dom!Reader | sub!Robbie | dry humping | coming in pants | gn!reader
ships: Robbie Paulson/Reader
AO3
Edit: added AO3 link
[SNUGGLE] Person A purposefully starts grinding against Person B while they’re snuggling.
With the sun setting outside, the last rays of sunshine peek into the bedroom. Freshly showered and cozy, you're lying next to your boyfriend. You had returned from work later than you had planned and while exhausted from the day you were not tired enough to fall asleep just yet.
"I missed you," Robbie sighs against your neck as his arms pull you even closer into his embrace. The bed is big enough for the two of you and yet you're cuddled so close, your back to his front, as if you only had a twin size to share.
"I've only been gone for a few hours," you murmur, a giddy smile on your face. Robbie always got so very clingy when you were gone for even the smallest amount of time and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the attention.
"'s too long."
He's too cute. You can't help but laugh quietly at him. "Well, I'm back now. You have me all to yourself again, baby," you tell him, your hand resting on his as you snuggle further into his arms. You shift into a more comfortable position and as you wiggle against him he gasps. Before you can ask if he's alright you feel Robbie move against you, the familiar weight of his cock rutting against your behind.
Robbie catches himself and stills his movements with an embarrassed whine.
"S-Sorry. I didn't mean to. I just-"
Before he can continue further you rub your ass against his clothed erection making Robbie gasp. With a wicked grin on your face you coo: "Missed me that much, hm? My poor baby."
Embarrassed by his own eagerness Robbie buries his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering at how good you make him feel. "So much. Missed you so much. Please, can I-" He doesn't need to put into words what he wants, his body already doing all the talking. His hips move on their own volition, grinding against you from behind, seeking that delicious friction.
It’s a heady feeling being wanted, needed, craved like this. After your hard day at work you don’t have the energy for more than this: Robbie using any part of you he can reach in this position to get off. And yet you don’t feel used, not with the way Robbie is aching for it, broken moans filling your ears as he apologizes profusely for his neediness. It’s almost comical how he doesn’t seem to realize that this, his eagerness to have and please you, his blatant and unwavering attraction and desire for you, is what turns you on like nothing else.
“Tell me how it feels, baby.”
His only answer is mindless babbling, broken off by gasps and hiccups. “Feels so good. I’m so sorry. You feel so good and I missed you so much,” he whines as he continues to grind against you from behind.
You feel his precum start to leak through his boxers as his movements become more erratic. Usually you would make him hold off his orgasm, keep him on that edge until he was really begging for it but you decide to have mercy on your poor boyfriend tonight.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well,” you praise him, his hips stuttering in response.
“So close. I’m sorry- I can’t-”
Sweet, darling Robbie. Even lost in his own pleasure he still doesn’t want to disappoint you by coming too early. Such a good boy. And what else can you do but spoil your babyboy rotten. At least for now.
“It’s alright. Come for me.”
You’re not sure if he actually waited for your permission or if it’s purely coincidental but as soon as the words leave your mouth you hear Robbie’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in the telltale signs of his approaching climax. You can feel his movements stutter as he spills his seed inside his boxers like an overeager teenager. He buries his face deeper inside the crook of your neck, desperately trying to muffle his whimpers.
It takes a while for Robbie to come down from his high, all the while whispering endless thank yous into your skin and refusing to even part an inch from you, not even to change out of his completely soaked underwear. But you couldn’t really care less at that moment, too horny to sleep and yet too exhausted from your day to do anything about it. So as you return to simply cuddling with Robbie you plan on how to teach your babyboy some patience in the morning.
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I think the feeling is always, “I wish I had a little more time.” But in the moment of doing it you just let that all go. It’s kind of like you see what stays. It’s like sifting through something. You just hope that through all of that material, that thinking, wondering, practicing, visits to museums and listening to survivor’s tales, working on the accent, that in the moment you let it all go. You trust that stuff is going to be there and it’s going to affect your consciousness.
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