Robby Keene x Male reader smut

sloopy ending, long, over 1.5k smut

“You are such a little shit, Keene,” Y/N laughed, pulling his boyfriend into a soft kiss as the two climbed out of the Uber and thanked the driver.

“What do you mean?” Robby asked, wide eyed and innocently as though he didn’t know exactly what Y/N was talking about– a game of truth or dare with Miguel, Sam and Eli whilst Y/N and Demetri were collecting pizza that possibly revealed too much about where the hickeys on Y/N’s neck had come from the night before.

“Now all our friends, think I’m a fucking bottom, asshole,” the boy rolled his eyes, swinging for Robby playfully as he swung open the door to his dad’s apartment.

Johnny was out on a date night with Carmen, meaning the two boys had the apartment to themselves, which was definitely a good thing, judging by the glint in Robby’s green eyes.

“Show them differently, then.” Robby’s words caught his boyfriend off guard.

“Huh?”

“Prove to them that you’re not a bottom,” the blonde boy leant against the wall next to his bedroom, a smug smile on his handsome face that made Y/N nervous in the best possible way.

“Because it seems to me that they have some pretty solid evidence right now,” he added, wetting his lips and cocking an eyebrow.

Y/N walked over to Robby slowly, placing a hand on his hip, the other by his head, and moving in so close that their noses brushed together, Y/N’s hair tickling his boyfriend’s forehead.

“Any ideas on how I could possibly prove that, Keene?” Y/N hummed, not putting up too much of a fight as Robby closed the small gap between them eagerly, kissing Y/N with an excited enthusiasm.

“I have a few,” Robby hummed against the other boy’s lips, pushing him gently so the two peeled themselves from the wall and pushed through the door into Robby’s small bedroom, collapsing on the bed almost instantly.

“Care to share?”

Y/N’s hands were cold as they crept under Robby’s t-shirt, pushing the fabric upwards to clear the way for soft, damp kisses to be pressed up the boy’s abdomen. Robby writhed gently, grinning and cocking an eyebrow as he threaded his fingers through his lover’s hair.

“Fuck me, Y/L/N,” Robby laughed, pulling Y/N up to press their lips together although it muffled his words.

“Ask nicely and maybe I will,” Y/N smirked, despite already shedding his shirt and requesting permission to remove Robby’s, which was granted.

Locking his ankles together around the boy’s waist, Robby pulled his boyfriend back towards him, crossing his wrists behind their neck and kissing him hard. Y/N’s hands crowded Robby’s head, tangling in strands of his hair as his hips shifted slightly yet deliberately, creating friction between the two.

Lowering his hands, Robby grabbed at his boyfriend’s ass, grinning as he did so, before moving to tug at the belt loops of his jeans.

“Off.”

“You haven’t asked nicely yet,” Y/N quipped, shifting to start kissing at the blonde boy’s neck, sucking in some subtler marks before moving to his collarbone and making them bigger and darker.

Robby’s lips remained sealed as he closed his eyes, feeling the gentle sting of Y/N’s teeth along his collarbone before the sooth of his tongue. Then, after looking up at his boyfriend with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Y/N traced his tongue over one of Robby’s nipples, sucking lightly and enjoying the low, almost inaudible moan it dragged out of him.

“Come on, Rob, all you have to do is say please,” Y/N teased, feeling Robby’s hands tangle in his hair and tug not so gently.

“You’re the one who needs to prove you’re not a bottom,” the boy rolled his eyes, trying his hardest not to react as Y/N’s wrist not so accidentally knocked the raise in his jeans.

“Robby, love,” Y/N punctuated his sentence with a soft kiss to the boy’s solar plexus. “I can think of a million other ways to prove to our friends that you’re the bottom in this relationship like ninety percent of the time. Now tell me what you want.”

“How about you tell me what you want,” Robby spat back, eyebrows raised, “Since you’re supposedly in charge here.”

Considering for a moment, Y/N shrugged before lifting his boyfriend’s hips and pulling him into his lap, loving the way the long strands of Robby’s hair brushed against his face.

“Okay then, Keene,” the boy mused, one hand toying with Robby’s nipple and the other palming at the bulge in his jeans which the boy urged on enthusiastically. “I want you to ride me.”

Robby groaned at the thought, grinding his hips down onto Y/N’s, and Y/N took the opportunity to sneak his hands back towards his boyfriend’s ass. Locking eyes in a moment of mutual desire and understanding, the two boys separated, tugging off their jeans and pants in no manner of coordination before coming back together in a clashing of lips, teeth and tongue.

Positioning his boyfriend back in his lap, Y/N latched his lips onto his neck, sucking and creating darker marks than the ones he had left before. Robby groaned happily, his hands finding their way to his boyfriend’s dick and stroking him to full hardness.

Moaning and digging his fingers into Robby’s hips, Y/N collided his lips with Robby’s, reaching to grab his boyfriend’s ass, pinching gently and causing the boy to pout.

“Get the lube,” Y/N muttered against Robby’s lips and the boy was quick to comply, leaning across to his bedside drawer, groaning quietly as Y/N used the new angle to brush his fingertips over Robby’s hole.

Pulling the bottle from the drawer, Robby handed it to his boyfriend obediently, putty in his hands as he pushed his knees further apart so they were either side of Y/N’s thighs. Popping open the cap, Y/N drizzled the clear liquid over his fingers, warming it a little as he kissed Robby before letting his hands reach behind him.

“Please, Y/N,” the blonde boy practically whined, his head falling to Y/N’s forehead as one finger breached his hole. Y/N continued to stretch Robby out as the boy whined gently, biting onto Y/N’s shoulder and leaving lazy, distracted hickeys.

After a few minutes of Robby’s gentle whining, Y/N lifted his boyfriend’s chin softly so he was looking at them with hooded eyes, his hair dishevelled and his lips parted and red.

“Another one?”

“Please,” Y/N grinned as Robby whined, his voice soft, and kissed his boyfriend passionately, inserting another finger and loving how the other boy keened.

Five minutes later, the blonde boy was biting at his boyfriend’s ear, urging him to hurry up. Chuckling softly, Y/N caved, handing the lube back to his boyfriend so he could cover his dick. The second Robby’s cold hands wrapped around them, Y/N groaned, letting his head fall to his boyfriend’s shoulder and lacing his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Jesus, Keene,” Y/N groaned, pushing his lips to Robby’s in a messy kiss. Robby grinned into the kiss, biting at the boy’s lips playfully, enjoying the sounds he was eliciting.

Standing upright on his knees, Robby positioned himself, guiding Y/N’s dick with his hands and beginning to sink down, biting his lip to muffle any noise he made. Taking Robby’s chin between his fingers, Y/N pushed their lips to Robby’s, moaning into his mouth, bemused as Robby groaned, too.

Bottoming out, Y/N clutched his boyfriend’s hips, panting and overwhelmed by how tight Robby was. Robby pressed his sweaty forehead to their shoulder, holding still for a moment.

Y/N cupped Robby’s cheek, bringing their foreheads together.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby.”

His knees either side of Y/N’s legs, Robby began dragging himself up and down Y/N’s dick, moaning softly.

“There we go, Keene,” Y/N muttered, biting at the boy’s ear playfully, his hands on his hips tightening.

“Not so sure our friends would be so convinced I’m the bottom here if they could see you now.”

Thrusting upwards to meet the roll of hips, both boys approached their highs fairly quickly. Robby came first with a soft whine, and Y/N followed soon after, pulling out gently and kissing his boyfriend.

Grabbing a damp cloth from the bathroom, Y/N wiped the two of them down. Thankful for the lack of wet patches on the sheets, he decided to postpone changing them until the morning and instead curled up around his boyfriend, pushing his hair from his face gently.

“Did I prove my point then?” His voice was hoarse as he joked.

“Sure,” Robby mumbled sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes fully. “But tomorrow I’m tipping the scales again.”

“Be my guest,” the h/c haired boy smiled, pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s forehead softly.