“C’mon, baby..c’monn-one more. One more, pretty girl! Please? Pleease?”
Mark begged you, kissing at and licking your juices from your inner thigh as his two fingers pushed in and out of you. He’s been down there for too long already. One moment you two were giggling and laughing over the stupid movie he put on, the next he was on his knees, kissing through your underwear and begging to just have a small taste.
“M-Mark, calm down” you whine at him, your hand tugging at his dark hair weakly. You barely had the strength to use your voice, let alone manage to pull your half alien boyfriend away from what he so desperately wants.
“I know you can keep going. You’re strong, aren’t you baby? Just one more-Only one!” He added on as if you weren’t whining after the third orgasm. His lips latch onto your clit, gently sucking as his fingers pound in and out of you. The noises that fill the room are borderline gross; wet squelching from your poor, overstimulated hole, his muffled moans that send the sweetest vibrations through you, your weak whines and huffs. All straight from a porno.
“I know, baby, I know-“ he murmured the soft reassurance as he pulled his fingers out, quickly replacing them with his tongue. You huff and writhe under him, soft thighs squeezing around his skull as your breathing picks up.
Then there you are again, being pushed over the edge for the umpteenth time in the hour. You gasp, whiny moans filling the room as you finish. He never stops, getting faster if anything, slurping loudly and moaning into you, his deep eyes stuck on your face just to see those perfect lips spilt open in a silent scream as he eats your cum right out of you
“god baby..” he breathed out as he sat back on his heels. His face is covered in your juices, all messy with a big grin on his lips, tongue moving out to lick the corner of his mouth.
yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.
you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.
"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.
his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.
"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.
"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.
"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."
your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.
you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.
"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.
he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.
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“damn, your past lovers were a greedy men, aye!” johnny’s voice echoes through your flat.
he’s sitting at his desk in front of the fan, wearing nothing but his boxers. you’re sprawled out on the bed, lying on your stomach, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. just your panties and one of johnny’s old oversized military shirts hang off you. for the past few minutes, you’ve felt his eyes glued to your arse. it’s practically right in his line of sight, so you can’t exactly blame him.
you glance up at him, confused and already fed up with his nonsense. you’re used to his random comments, he says whatever pops into his head, no filter. and he knows you won’t really judge him for it, so he lets his thoughts run wild.
“what the fuck does that even mean?” you ask with a sigh, shaking your head.
you had been right, his eyes were locked on your arse, not even pretending to look away.
“well, you see, when i was waiting in line for coffee yesterday, there were these two women in front of me. really, i say women, but they were barely fourteen. i should’ve said girls,” he starts, already drifting from the main point. “so, these two girls, they were talking, right? waiting in line, of course they were talking. and i know you always tell me not to listen to other people’s conversations, but i couldn’t—”
most of the time, when his mind wandered like that, you just let him play in the background, white noise, until you heard a few keywords that meant he’d finally circled back to the point.
but right now, you’re stuck on what he said before. you’re confused, maybe a little humiliated. he hadn’t said it like an insult, it sounded casual, but still, why the hell was he talking about your past lovers?
“johnny,” you cut him off. “back to the main point. what was that about my past lover?” you snap, sharper than intended.
“yeah, sorry,” he says quickly, catching the edge in your voice. “they were talking about this theory, about beauty spots. how they’re the favorite places for your past lover to kiss you… you know, in another life and stuff? and well...”
his eyes drop again, landing on your arse, where six small, dark beauty marks scatter across the skin.
“oh,” you breathe out, feeling the heat rise to your face.
the shame bubbles up, not because you were wrong to feel thrown off, but because he hadn’t meant “past lover” in the way you thought. he wasn’t talking about before him, he meant before this life.
getting up from his chair, he kneels beside you on the bed, his eyes never leaving your arse. he doesn’t say anything, just starts grabbing at you like a kitten making bread. he kneads the skin so good, you let out a small, involuntary whine.
the way he looks at your body always amazes you. like he’s discovering it for the first time, every single time. you know johnny's a generous lover, always giving, rarely taking, and his filthy mouth never shuts up about how much he adores every inch of you.
“and you know, i was thinking…” he murmurs, slowly bending down to nip at the soft curve of your cheek. “with the way i leave teeth marks and hickeys on this pretty arse, maybe we were lovers in a past life.”
before you can respond, his mouth is back on your skin, his teeth nipping, his tongue soothing the sting. your phone slips from your hand, landing with a soft thud on the mattress as a moan escapes you.
it isn't even truly sexual, not yet. johnny just loves to worship you. he doesn’t need anything in return. he loves to kiss you, taste you, study your skin like it holds every answer he's ever wanted.
his mouth leaves your arse and begins its slow journey upward. his hands slide your shirt higher as his lips follow, until he reaches your neck. he pushes the shirt away from your shoulder and reconnects his lips with your skin a second later.
“isn’t it fucking romantic, bonnie?” he murmurs into your ear, already knowing you’re drifting into that soft, horny daze he loves. “you and me, we were always meant to be.”
he kisses a beauty spot on your neck. the one he always returns to. the one so often hidden beneath his teeth marks and hickeys, it barely has time to fade.
“you see, i fucking love this theory, baby,” he coos against your skin, laying his body over yours, grinding his now-hard cock against your arse.
“i was you lover in every fucking life you've ever lived. you've been mine since the dawn of time. always”
“doin’ so, so good matty.” you moaned, your body moving in a steady rhythm, bouncing up and down on his cock.
you’d been at it for a while now—your thighs now burning, having spent so much time teasing the poor boy just moments before you had decided to give him what he wanted.
you could feels the way he was shaking beneath you, his hands grabbing at your thighs like you’d move away at any moment. his hair was clinging to his flushed and sweaty skin, but you noticed how his eyes haven’t left your tits since you got undressed.
you hummed and leaned forward, pressing your palms flat to his chest to balance yourself better, letting your tits sway in front of his face.
matt was quick to let go of your thighs, his hands reaching for them. but he hesitated for a moment—his fucked out eyes looking up at you.
“you want em’ baby?” you whispered, a small smirk tugging at your lips at how quick he nodded. “go ahead then. you deserve em’ don’t you?”
he let out a small whimper, his body leaning forward to latch his mouth onto your left nipple. his tongue made quick work, immediately starting to swirl slowly—alternating between that and quick flicks over your sensitive bud.
his moans vibrated against your skin every time he sucked harder, your walls squeezing around him tighter. and your hips ground down harder, just to feel the way his body jolted beneath you. “you love that them, don’t you?”
he didn’t answer you with words—he couldn’t. all he could do was whimper and keep sucking, his eyes squeezed shut, hands clutching you tighter.
you could feel how deep you were taking him, every roll of your hips pressed the tip of his cock right against that spot inside you, drawing more broken sounds from both of your throats.
“have such a good mouth.” you breathed, threading your fingers into his damp curls and tugging just enough to try and tilt his head. “bet you’d spend hours suckin’ on me if I let you, huh?”
“mhm.” he moaned around your nipple, his hands slipping up your back to try and keep your tit in his mouth.
but you pulled back slightly, the angle change pushing him deeper and he let out a muffled cry. his eyes fluttered open—glassy and hazed as he stared up at you now.
he slowly pulled away with a wet pop—his eyes never leaving yours as he took your right nipple into his mouth now. a groan slipped past your lips, your head tipping back as you tugged his hair softly.
“y’gonna cum like this?” you teased breathlessly, hips picking up speed, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. “all from having my tits in your mouth and me fucking you?”
matt sobbed into your skin, nodding rapidly, his hands gripping your waist now, trying to keep you there as he tried to fuck up into you.
“please.” he gasped, pulling off your nipple with a pop, lips puffy and wet. “please lemme cum—please mama.”
and one of your hands slid, curling around his throat and squeezing gently—you could feel him twitching inside of you, trying so desperately not to cum yet.
“cum then.” you moaned, bouncing just a little harder. “be a good boy and cum for mama.”
strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . good morning, some sub!matt content cause i don’t see enough of it and i’ve missed sub!matt 🤗 also i might start writing for spencer reid soon…still debating and thinking abt it. but i also wanna try and be active more! but i can’t promise anything.
summary ༺๑ˊ- robert likes your eyes. you don't like eye contact.
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- robert robertson x female!reader (gender-neutral)
cws ༺๑ˊ- established relationship, lots of kisses, oral f!recieving, edging themes, lots of coaxing
requested? ༺๑ˊ- yes/no
a/n: my autistic ass ate this rq right up. it got long
"why do you keep doing that?" robert leaned back against the counter of his kitchen, crossing his arms expectantly as he eyes you up.
"doing what...?" you murmured, gazing into his eyes for a split second before looking back at what you were doing. you didn't even realize how little you looked into his eyes.
"that."
you quickly glanced back up at up, before tearing your gaze away. robert chuckled, shaking his head fondly. god, you were so cute.
"look at me," he purred, tilting your chin up with his pointer-finger. you didn't, just looked down at his forearm. he smiled.
"you keep looking away." robert analyzed, his voice particularly gentle, his hand moving to brush his thumb over your cheek, which was warm to touch.
"just... i don't know. it's weird." you muttered, still looking away. "looking into my eyes is weird?" he inquired playfully, kissing the corner of your mouth. "am i that ugly?"
a small giggle emitted from you at his question, shaking your head as you gently 'hit' his arm.
"i guess i just... can't." a sigh spilled from your mouth, looking to the other side now. robert let out a hum, moving to kiss your cheek.
"you can. let me help?"
"okay, y- yeah. fine."
you were sure you were going to die. this was going to kill you. and he's barely done anything yet.
"c'mon look at me, baby." he whispered against your skin as he kissed down your sternum and onto your soft stomach, looking up into those hesitating eyes of yours.
you reluctantly peeked down at him, feeling your cheeks grow hotter as he was already looking right at you. "there you are, pretty." he cooed, slowly travelling lower.
he finally reached the waistband of your underwear, hooking his fingers underneath.
you got excited, tilting your head to the side.
you looked away.
"nuh-uh," robert hummed, releasing your underwear with a small snap, chuckling as it made you twitch and huff at him. "why'd you stop?" you grumbled, furrowing your eyebrows slightly at him.
"is it a crime to want to see your pretty eyes?" he sassed, pressing a kiss beneath your navel, mouthing against the elastic, nosing at your skin.
"i hate you." you murmured, but managed to gaze down at him again, your breath hitching as he finally hooked his fingers into your underwear and slid it down your legs, tossing it somewhere on the floor. a problem for future him.
"yeah? do you, now?" he smiled, kissing at your inner knee and kissing up your inner thigh as he moved to get closer to you, eventually ending up on his stomach between your legs. his favorite place.
as his kisses grew closer to the apex of your thighs, you subconsciously closed your eyes, like how you normally would do.
he stopped. again.
"fuck, robert!" you groaned in frustration, only to be met with his wide grin. you were going to kill him. "it's not my fault, pretty. you knew the rules." he kissed right above where you needed him, an almost apologetic gesture.
he reached up, intertwining his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand comfortingly. "c'mon, you can do it," he coaxed softly.
you obliged, meeting those big brown eyes, pupils blown out with lust. lust for you. you whined, your hips twitching.
robert chuckled softly, holding your gaze as his lips moved down. he pressed the flat of his tongue against your wetness, before licking up. he moaned. fuck, he'd be happy if this is how he died. buried in your thighs.
you stared at him with wide eyes as his half-lidded gaze lazily stared right back, the tip of his tongue massaging circles into your clit.
his freehand rested on your lower stomach, gently pressing into the skin. you whimpered, throwing your head back.
again, he paused.
"robert, please! i can't do it!" you complained, begging for some sort of reprieve. some mercy from his cruelness—when in reality his only rule was for you simply to look at him. well, "simply looking at him" wasn't very simple for you.
he planted kisses into the patch of sensitive skin where your pelvis met your thigh, humming. "do you want to cum?"
"well, y- yeah, bu—"
"then you gotta look at me, sweetheart." robert chuckled, nosing at you affectionately.
it took a few long seconds for you to hype yourself up, finally leering down at him yet again.
"hi, sweetie," he smiled, his mouth quick to resume his ministrations, wanting to reward you for being so good for him.
you held his eyes in your gaze as he lapped at you, his brown eyes twinkling in the dim light as he lost himself in you.
he looked so perfect. felt so perfect.
he squeezed your hand as he took your clit into his mouth, suckling gently as his tongue flicked against it, watching as your eyes rolled back.
he didn't mind this time. he knew you couldn't control it when he made you feel as good as he always did.
he went back to massaging your lower stomach with his freehand, little circles amplifying the growing heat.
"i- i think i'm close," you gasped out, thighs beginning to tremble over his shoulders. robert's eyes crinkled slightly in satisfaction.
without much warning, you came into robert's mouth. robert groaned, not letting up as he kept lapping at you needily. like he was the one getting pleasure from this instead.
the post-orgasmic sensitivity began to wrack your body as he kept sucking at you, pushing at his head. he laughed, finally pulling off.
"do you like eye contact now?" he asked, nuzzling into your thigh, looking up at you half-lidded eyes, his lips wet and slightly puffy.
"no." you huffed. robert bit your thigh playfully, making you swat at him.
"one day." he whispered, planting a final kiss to your thigh.
