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Shoko glides her tongue right between your puffy folds, flicking onto your clit and making you gasp out, head falling back against the pillows that smell just like her.
'Mnh, you like that, hmm?' She's damn near laughing at you, her nails pressing into your thighs, dark eyes lidded and dilated almost black. "Answer, sweets."
"Mhm!" All you can do is arch more for her, for your roommate who you never thought would be drinking your cunt up. You'd come home utterly horny despite your date being the worst, and Shoko's eyes had locked right in between your thighs, where slick was dribbling.
Need help?
Who the fuck were you to turn down that? To gently tug at her silky dark locks as she trails her fingers through that fucking mess you're making, humming on your clit, your juices drooling down her chin.
"Ngh! Shoko!"
She slurps it all up, slender digits pumping inside your needy walls, she can't help but grind right up against that pillow between her thighs, hoping she can swallow all your clear cum before your other roommates get there.
She just knows Satoru and Suguru will be so fucking mad she tasted you first.
Well, their fault for going to an all day movie marathon, even better for her to part your folds and spit on your clit, smiling at your gasp, at your shaky thighs.
"Have you not been eaten out?" You shake your head. "I'll take good care of this pretty pussy, don't worry."
She's dragging the flat of her tongue on your clit even faster, your screams echoing in the apartment as she drinks your cunt right up, her two fingers stretching out your messy hole. The squelches alone are loud and filthy as you feel your core tightening, closer and closer, blood rushing through your ears.
That's when you hear it.
The door opening, two idiot men laughing and shoving each other, but Shoko doesn't relent one bit, no, she keeps fingering you, looking back at the men at the doorway with dropped open mouths, smirking with her slick face.
"Oh you're so mean," Satoru looks at you now, his eyes dilated bright fucking blue - "I wanted to eat her first!"
"Y-you did?" Your brows draw together in confusion, Satoru strips his pants off so quickly it's fucking comical, as that little pink tongue hits your twitchy clit again, you can see his cock slapping his flat abdomen.
Suguru is still utterly mesmerized by the sight of not just you - but Shoko's pussy right in the air.
"I've already had your panties in my mouth," Satoru walks over and leans forward, stroking his veiny cock now, whining out as your mouth kisses the tip. "Please, pretty girl, wear this as your gloss?"
"You're so fucking corny," Shoko mumbles, leaning up to nip your hip with her sharp teeth, Satoru's gliding his tip in and out of your mouth, Suguru moving closer, eyeing the sight of you.
How filthy you must look.
Thighs spread, her head between your thighs, a pink tip leaking white into your mouth. Suguru can't help but glide two fingers and slide them inside Shoko's cunt, leaning over and pressing kisses right along your ribcage, dark hair falling against your skin.
"You're that wet licking her, huh? Slutty pussy," she moans out, her tongue working you faster, but he yanks them right out, making her huff in frustration.
"You're an idiot too," she swears, Suguru sucks her juices off his fingers, just to tug your head away from Satoru's cock, leaning over you now. You're so fucked out and needy, from all three roommates all over you, it's impossible to take it.
"Open f'me, princess," Suguru murmurs, you do just that, opening wide as he spits Shoko's juices right in your mouth, the sight of it having them pause for just a moment. "Mmm... good girl."
You cum right on Shoko's fingers, they all avidly watch - Satoru's milky drops falling on your face."
"My turn," Suguru hums, making Satoru scowl.
"My turn!?"
"I'm not done yet, go jerk off in the corner," she orders, but they really just don't listen.
Killing It, Girl (F!Camgirl!Reader x Robert Robertson)
Pairing: F!Camgirl!Reader x Robert Robertson
Category: Fluff/Smut (18+)
Tags/Warnings: Burn Out, (Implied) Unrequited Office Crush, Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation, Porn (OnlyFans), Double Life, Handjobs, Dirty Talk, Sexual Fantasies, Sex Toys (Dildos), Sleep Deprivation, Angst Sprinkled Throughout
Word Count: 4.5k+
Summary: There's no doubt about it - Robert Robertson III has a crush on you, the sweet office receptionist. One night while scrolling through OnlyFans, he stumbles upon a familiar face.
A/N: Hello lovelies! This was based on one of my thirsty thought posts from a while back. I'm thinking of doing a Herman/Waterboy version as well. I hope you enjoy!
Dividers by @graphicdesignevident and @cursed-carmine
Robert rubbed his brown, weary eyes as he tilted his head back. His usual shift felt like it lasted for twenty-four fucking hours - the members of the Z-Team bickering or giving snide remarks, people not always showing up where they needed to be. God, he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was shower and slip under the covers, not even thinking about putting some food into his belly. He locked his computer before standing up and cracking his back. Beef trotted over to him from Chaseâs desk, sniffing his dear ownerâs slacks.Â
âHey, buddy,â Robert gave a tired smile as he leaned down and picked up the rotund pup. Beef yipped and licked his cheek, Robert chuckling softly as he felt his warm tongue lap at his stubbled face.Â
ââBout to head out?â Chase asked with a thick, raised brow. Robert nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder.Â
âYeah, today was a bitch to put it lightly,â he sighed. Chase rested his hands on his hips while Beef snuggled into Robertâs side.Â
âSome days are just like that,â the older man replied and shook his head. âTake care, then. And be careful, donât do some stupid shit. Canât have anything happenâ to good olâ Beef here,â Chase warned while waving his hand. The pup tilted his head innocently as Robert rolled his eyes.Â
âRight, of course,â he droned sarcastically before turning on his heel. He padded down the hall, passing by several empty desks and offices. Beefâs head perked up as he sniffed the air, panting heavily with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.Â
âWhat do you smell, boy?â Robert asked with an amused grin. Beef squirmed and suddenly leapt out of his arm. âHey!â he shouted as he chased after his beloved dog. The black and white chihuahua barked happily as he wagged his stubby tail. Robertâs heart skipped a beat when he heard your giggle, a genuine smile crossing his features as he stepped closer. He slid his hands into his pockets as Beef whined and pawed at your legs. Even under the fluorescent office lights, you were like an angel. Your modest skirt dragged along the floor, your cardigan wrapped around your shoulders as your dress shirt rubbed against your collarbones. Sure, there was an office dress code, but you always managed to look beautiful no matter what you wore. Robert sighed as he scooped Beef into his arms, his eyes wandering over to the bowl of Chipotle you had.Â
âSo thatâs what you smelled, huh?â Robert chuckled and rubbed between his dogâs ears. Beef barked while you laughed, your eyes shining as you held your fork.Â
âIâd give him some, but I donât want to hurt his stomach,â you confessed with a tender smile. Robertâs heart fluttered again, this time at your kindness and consideration for his precious pup.Â
âEh, heâll be alright. I feed him all sorts of stuff,â he shrugged. Beef wriggled in his grasp while you took another bite of your meal. âWhat are you doing here? Quitting time was, like, an hour ago,â he said while shifting in place. You sighed and wiped your mouth with a napkin.Â
âI had an appointment this morning, and you know this placeâs policy on making up time,â you said and rolled your eyes. Robert huffed out a quiet laugh as he nodded.Â
âYeah, itâs a pain in the ass for sure,â he muttered. He watched as you turned and rummaged through a brown paper bag, pulling out a big-ass burrito. Robert blinked as you held it out towards him, Beef sniffing the tin-foil with delight.Â
âI got it for Herman, but he had to run home and take care of his grandma,â you said. Robert was equally touched and jealous at your words: his fingertips grazing over the food before he wrapped his hand around it. He desperately stumbled through his thoughts, trying to come up with something charming or sexy to say to you.Â
âOh, uh, thanks,â he managed to utter. âNice going, dumbass,â he thought to himself and cringed a little.Â
âOf course! Canât have you going hungry,â you said and flashed him a wink. His cheeks bloomed with warmth at your flirtatious tone, his eyes widening slightly while he gripped the burrito.Â
âRight, thank you,â he cleared his throat. âIâll, uhâŠâ he drank in your soft features, from your plush lips to the way your lashes fell over the top of your beautiful eyes. Robert felt his throat grow tight as he held Beef against his side. âIâll see you later,â he finally spoke before turning away. You hummed as he approached the front door.Â
âSee you! Stay safe,â you called after him in your warm, soothing voice. Robert took a deep breath as the door swung closed behind him. Beef, seeming to read Robertâs emotions, nuzzled his face against his arm and licked it. Robert gave a half-hearted smile as he carried the pup to his car.Â
âIâll be okay, donât you worry,â he tried to reassure his dogâŠdespite knowing that he was anything but okay. Itâs been weeks of him passing by your desk every day, weeks of him trying and failing to get his words out and ask you on a proper date. He didnât know why he was like this - like a schoolboy too nervous to speak to the hottest girl in class. Robert slid into his car, letting his forehead fall against the top of the steering wheel as he groaned. Frustration swelled deep within his chest as he gripped the steering wheel, Beef panting and nudging at the burrito in the cupholder.Â
âWhat am I gonna do, Beef?â Robert sighed.Â
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The clock hanging on the bare wall ticked in Robertâs room. Beef was snoring away on the couch in the living room, his belly full from half of the burrito Robert gave him. The man stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing and hands twitching on his stomach. The box fan resting on his dresser did little to relieve him of the sweltering summer heat. Despite the sun having dipped below the horizon long ago, the relentless heat wave continued to bombard the city of L.A.Â
âDamn it,â Robert grunted, his mind too busy to allow him to fall asleep. He wiped off a few beads of sweat that formed over his forehead, boredom beginning to also fill the space in his chest where frustration and jealousy resided. That comment about you buying food for HermanâŠsurely that didnât mean you were seeing the ex-janitor, right? Right? Robert bit in the inside of his cheek as he imagined you with Herman: holding hands as you giggled and strolled down the halls of the SDN HQ. How youâd smile at his nervous ramblings, stealing kisses here and there. Your body perched on top of his, your cunt swallowing his cock while he-
Wait-
âNope, nope, nope,â Robert shook his head and blinked several times. God, thereâs no way heâd think about you like that, not with your modest outfits and sweet disposition. His cock suddenly twitched in his boxers, an annoyed huff leaving his lips as he glanced at the clock. â3:07,â he muttered and ran a hand over his face. His eyes shifted over to his phone resting on the nightstand. He took a deep breath before letting out a resigned sigh, grasping for his phone as he fished his hardening cock from the confines of his underwear. Robert tapped on the search engine on his phone, pulling up OnlyFans as his tired eyes drank in the countless lewd images of stars heâs subscribed to.Â
âLetâs see,â he thought while wrapping his palm around his shaft. He scrolled through several profiles before a notification popped up:Â
âHuniePot is now streaming!!!đâÂ
âHuniePot?â he murmured, his dark brows furrowing. Curious, he clicked on the notification before his jaw dropped. A video of you bouncing on a thick, purple dildo filled his screen, the lewd sounds of your moans and pants making his cock grow even harder in his hand.Â
âOh, yes!â you mewled while playing with your clit, the sight of your bare breasts and thighs jiggling while you bounced on the toy made Robert release a strangled groan. You gazed into the camera with a half-lidded stare, your glossy lips perfectly parted as you spread your labia apart, giving the camera a better angle of your stretched out hole. âMmm, please, please let me cum,â you begged and arched your back. You were staring right into the camera, Robertâs heart pounding against his ribcage as his breathing grew ragged.Â
âPlease, Daddy,â you whined. The sneak-peak ended before another notification came up on his screen:Â
âWant to continue watching? Subscribe and become a member!âÂ
âDamn it,â he cursed under his breath. The poor man was so exhausted and horny that he didnât even realize he was lazily stroking his dick. His flush tip was already weeping with hot beads of pre-cum as a lump swelled in his throat. He hovered his finger over the button to subscribe, knowing full well that this definitely crossed the line of workplace relationships. But honestly? He was too ravenous, too wrapped up in the moment to give a damn. He clicked the button, subscribing with a monthly fee before the live feed popped back up. You were playing with your nipples now, your supple buds squished between your thumbs and delicate fingertips while you continued to ride the dildo suctioned to your hardwood floor. Your tongue hung out like a dog in heat, your nipple piercings shining beneath the fairy lights of your bedroom.Â
âA-Ah, mmm, t-thank you for subscribing, BlueMaton!â you squealed. Robertâs cock twitched in his grasp as you said his username, his fist curling and stroking up and down his hard dick as he moaned softly. He couldnât believe how vigorously you were bouncing on your toy, your pussy swallowing inch after inch of the thick dildo. It was lathered in what he assumed was a lewd combination of your slick and lube, the sides of it ribbed and no doubt rubbing your plush walls oh so deliciously. Robertâs nostrils flared as he felt his dick pulse in his grasp, picturing you sliding up and down his length instead of your fat toy. How your perfect body would jiggle and bounce every time your hips slapped against his, your gummy walls caressing his achingly hard shaft while he gripped your hips and guided you up and down his cock.Â
âOh, fuck, itâs so deep!â you keened, your sharp cries of pleasure drawing him from his fantasy. His head spun with pleasure as you slowed your pace, keeping your shivering legs wide open for the camera. Several comments flooded across the screen, some made Robert almost snarl and snap at the other viewers.Â
âYour pretty pussy would look even better with my cock in itâÂ
âCrush my head between your thighs while I suck on your clit, MommyâÂ
âWhy donât you be a good girl and shut the fuck up?âÂ
That last one made his eyes narrow and nostrils flare. You panted heavily, your cheeks stained with tears as you slowed your movements on top of the toy.Â
âMmm, I wanna cum so bad,â you murmured and wiggled your hips, your breasts swaying side to side as you barely moved on the dildo. You bit your lip, the pleading, puppy-dog eyes you gave the camera made his heart clench. Robert couldnât stop stroking his cock, pre-cum now dribbling down his shaft as he donated a generous tip with a comment:Â
âYou can do it, baby girl. You can cum for meâÂ
Your eyes lit up at the amount of money he gave as you parted your lips. You swallowed thickly, adjusting yourself on the toy as you composed yourself.Â
âOh, thank you, Daddy,â you blew a soft kiss to the camera and threw a winkâŠthe same one you gave him before he left the office. Fuck, he was utterly whipped for you. Robert groaned as you began to slide yourself up and down the silicone shaft, his fist tightly wound around his girth as he pumped it a little faster.Â
âFuck, yes, thatâs it. Thatâs a good girl,â he rumbled, sucking in a sharp breath as you began to play with your puffy clit. He wanted you, all of you - to taste your sweet, delectable juices while he dragged his tongue between your plush folds. To have your entrance stretch wide open around his needy cock. To cup your soft, perfect tits in his hands while he pounded you into the mattress.Â
âY-Yes, right there!â you sobbed with pleasure, wet âplapsâ filling Robertâs ears. You arched your chest towards the camera, the heart charm on your choker bouncing against your skin as you mewled. He could feel it - his cock growing unbearably hard in his hand as his balls began to tighten against his trembling body.Â
âFuck, not yet,â he hissed between gritted teeth. He didnât want to cumâŠat least, not before you.Â
âYes, mmm fuck me, Robert,â you suddenly moaned on camera. His eyes bulged out as you gasped, the comments starting to flood with inquiries about who this âRobertâ person was. He swore his heart dropped into his ass at your words, his hand painfully gripping his dick as his breath hitched. Your jaw dropped as you stilled. âI-I mean, Daddy,â you bit your lip insecurely. But there was no undoing it - you just said a name, his name, in front of thousands of viewers. But right now, though, that didnât matter. To Robert, it felt like just you and him enclosed in a small, intimate space. He swallowed thickly before donating another large tip to you.Â
âDonât worry about it, sweetheart. Youâre doing great â€ïžâÂ
Your eyes softened at his comment as you gave a small, warm smile. You cleared your throat before taking a deep breath, rolling your hips forward as you moaned.Â
âAh, mmm, feels so good,â you cried out, your finger tracing sloppy circles around your sensitive clit. Robert groaned as he began to stroke himself again, imagining your tight walls hugging his length while you moaned above him. His room was filled with the wet sounds of you riding the thick toy and his hand rubbing over his stiff cock. âMmm, you fuck me so good!â you exclaimed, a small bulge showing in your stomach each time you lowered yourself on the dildo. Robert sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you near your release.Â
âKeep going, youâre almost there,â Robert whispered, his voice hoarse with pleasure as his sack tightened against his body again. You keened, passionately fucking yourself on the dildo as your eyes rolled back.Â
âFuck, I-Iâm cumming!â you moaned as your hips shot forward. Robert squeezed his eyes shut, nearly dropping his phone as his dick twitched in his other hand.Â
â(Y/N)!â he gasped as he shot thick, hot streams of his cum across the dark fabric of his boxers. He watched with blurred vision as your juices soaked the silicone dick, your legs trembling as the two of you found your sweet release. âFuck me,â he panted heavily as his cock pulsed a few more times, a rush of euphoria sweeping over him like a wave as he gripped the base of his length. You audibly gulped, your head tilted back as a ring of cream oozed from your hole. He watched with reverence as you slowly blinked your eyes open, your pupils blown wide while you shifted towards the camera.Â
âT-Thank you so much, my dears! Iâll see you in the next video. Until then, stay sweet,â you cooed before switching the feed off. Robertâs eyes widened as he mentally grasped for you, yearning for your image to stay just a bit longer. To see that sparkle in your eye, or hear the soothing lilt of your voice. He sighed and kept his phone on, letting his other arm drape over his forehead as he replayed you moaning his name like a sacred record. His Adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, his heart rate starting to slow down while he steadied his breathing.Â
âGod damnitâŠI need-I need you, (Y/N). I need more,â he grunted. He didnât stop, couldnât stop. Most of your videos included you fucking yourself on your various toys, though some also featured other men (and even some women). Robert lost track of how many times he cummed, his body lit up with pleasure and head spinning with a drunken bliss. Every moan, every cry of euphoria made him crave you more and more. He eventually had his fill, panting heavily and letting his head sink into his pillow. He felt like a horny teenager all over again, crumpled tissues coated in lotion and his cum littered his blanket as he caught his breath. His eyelids began to droop as he slowly drifted off to sleep, until-Â
Beep! Beep! Beep!Â
His bloodshot eyes opened as he gasped.Â
âShit!â he cursed under his breath as he glanced at the window, sunlight pouring through the blinds. Beef whined and scratched at his door, ready for his breakfast. Robert slapped his alarm clock before yawning. âMaybe I could call in sick,â he thought and blinked slowly. Beefâs scratching became more insistent as the poor pup whimpered. Robert groaned and let out a heavy sigh.Â
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Robert strolled into the SDN building, thick sunglasses covering his red, weary eyes. Beef trotted alongside his owner, barking happily when you came into view. Your eyes lit up as Robert met your tender gaze.Â
âGood morning!â you chirped happily, Beef bounding over to you and sniffing your leg. You wore such a beautiful, blue dress, the skirt of it covering your ankles and the top hiding your perfect breasts. Robert simply nodded before yawning, his cheeks slightly dusted with pink.Â
âPulled an all-nighter, Rob?â you asked with a giggle. He grunted.Â
âHuh? Oh, uh, yeah, something like that,â he mumbled, desperately fighting the urge to mentally undress you. Your brows knit together with concern while Beef tried to leap into your lap. You slowly pulled the pup on top of your thighs and rubbed the top of his head.Â
âI can make you some coffee if youâd like,â you offered with a sweet smile. Robert hummed, the bags under his eyes weighing heavily.Â
âYou donât have to do that, sweetheart,â he spoke, the nickname falling from his lips before he could stop himself. Your eyes widened slightly before your smile grew.Â
âItâs no problem at all. Iâd be happy to do it,â you insisted. Beef yipped and panted happily as he curled up in your lap. Both you and Robert shared a quiet chuckle as the pup got comfortable in your hold.Â
âWell, if you insist,â Robert said, his voice slightly more husky with exhaustion. Beef tilted his head as you gently picked him up and sat him on your swivel chair. Robert drank in your form, watching as your ass and hips swayed while you walked in front of him towards the break room. He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment to stop himself from eye-fucking you. âHow was your night last night?â he asked despite knowing full well what you were up to. You hummed as the two of you stepped into the break room, Sonar sipping on a questionable liquid in one of the corners. The bat-human hybrid chirped before he gave a simple nod towards you two, mostly keeping to himself.Â
âOh, it was fine,â you waved your hand as you began to prepare a pot of coffee. Robert took off his glasses as he watched you scoop up some of the dark grounds from a tub nearby. You gave him a concerned look as your eyes met. âGoodness! Are you okay? Your eyes look so red and puffy,â you cooed. Robertâs breath hitched as you cupped his face, Sonar snorting nearby.Â
âIâm, um, Iâm fine. Just allergies,â Robert replied, his throat growing tight at your touch. He thought of how you used your same fingertips to play with your clit and nipples the night before. You nodded and let your hands fall back to your sides.Â
âWell, I have some medicine and eyedrops if you need it,â you reassured him in a gentle, warm tone. He sighed with relief, his heart racing at the thought of you somehow figuring out the real reason why his eyes were so raw-looking.Â
âThanks,â Robert smiled tiredly as he leaned on the wall.Â
âSimp,â Sonar coughed nearby. Robert glared at the other man while you hummed obliviously, pouring some water into the machine before pressing âstartâ. The coffee maker whirred to life before starting to trickle the auburn liquid into the pot below. You drummed your fingers against the stained surface of the table while Robert crossed his arms.Â
âSoâŠyou said your night was good?â he cleared his throat. Your eyes lit up as you nodded.Â
âMhm! It was. I made some good money doing-â you paused, your eyes widening before you shrank under his gaze. âUh, streaming,â you coughed into your hand. Sonarâs large ears perked up while Robert tilted his head.Â
âOh, thatâs cool. I didnât know you were a streamer,â Robert lied through his teeth. You chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck while the coffee machine continued to stream the drink into the glass pot.Â
âMhm. Itâs not very interesting, though. Just me talking about anime and stuff,â you waved your hand dismissively.Â
âLiar,â Robert chuckled internally with a mischievous glint in his deep, brown eyes.Â
âGotcha,â he replied and uncrossed his arms. The machine beeped, letting the two of you know it was ready. Trails of steam curled up around the edges of the pot while you grabbed a mug and poured some for Robert. It was so peaceful and domestic - a far cry from the lewdness of last night.Â
âCream and sugar?â you asked softly. Robertâs lips curled up as he shook his head.Â
âNah, thanks though,â he replied. Your fingertips brushed as you handed him the mug, Robertâs heart skipping a beat as he felt your skin against his. He blew on his drink before taking a long, slow sip. Sonar had left by the time he brought the cup down from his slightly chapped lips.Â
âWell, I better get back to my desk. Donât want another lecture about unauthorized breaks,â you giggled. Robert chuckled and gave a small nod. He didnât know if it was boldness or stupidity fueled by his exhaustion, but before you left the room, he leaned closer.Â
âI look forward to your next stream, HuniePot,â he rumbled. You gasped, eyes as wide as saucers as you stumbled back, a mixture of embarrassment and horror written over your face.Â
âW-WHAT?! I donât know what youâre talking about!â you squeaked. Robert chuckled and took another sip of his coffee.Â
âI think we both know exactly what Iâm talking about,â he teased. You bit your lip as your hands curled over the skirt of your blue dress. Your shoulders eventually slumped as you sighed with defeat.Â
âPlease, please, PLEASE donât tell anyone. I canât risk losing this job,â you spoke in a hushed whisper. Robertâs smile remained as he shook his head.Â
âI wonât, donât you worry,â he reassured you and tilted your head up with his thumb and forefinger. You swallowed thickly, your sparkling doe-eyes making his heart stir in his chest. âThough next time, maybe donât say my name on your stream,â Robert continued. You winced, your nose scrunching up as you tensed.Â
âDamn it, you saw that?â you asked, pure terror written across your features. Robert nodded as he swiped the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip. You groaned and bit your lip. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to,â you began. His brows shot up as he let his hand rest on your cheek.Â
âHey, itâs okay,â he reassured you gently as he cupped the side of your face. Your eyes lit up as you relaxed into his palm.Â
âI guess the secret about me having a crush on you is out then,â you laughed, your voice carrying a hint of shyness. Robert chuckled with you, tempted to plant a soft kiss on your lips.Â
âI guess so,â he rumbled. The two of you gazed into each otherâs eyes, Robertâs heart rate picking up as his cheeks swelled with warmth. You suddenly gasped.Â
âWaitâŠwas that you last night telling me to-to-âÂ
âCum?â he spoke. Your lips fell into a straight line as you swallowed thickly. You gave a small nod while Robert hummed. âYeah, that was me,â he confessed, his voice carrying a confidence that only came with being sleep-deprived. You squeaked and hid your face in your hands. Robert couldnât resist the small smirk that danced over his lips.Â
âGod, you must think Iâm some kind of bimbo,â you groaned. Robert chuckled and set his coffee mug aside, his worn, calloused hands sliding over yours.Â
âNot in the slightest. Even if you were, thereâs nothing wrong with that,â he reassured you. You peeked past the slots between your fingers before slowly tilting your head up.Â
âI just-I feel like I have to compartmentalize my life,â you sighed heavily. âThereâs the real me and thereâs the work me. The real me is fun and has no filter, while work me is just-is justâŠâ your voice trailed off before Robert suddenly left a lingering kiss on the top of your head. You paused before he gently pulled back, his thumbs smoothing over your knuckles.Â
âI like you, no matter which version of yourself you are,â he said in an uncharacteristically soft tone. A small smile fell over your face before you pulled him into a hug. Robert gave a genuine, warm smile as he held you close, wrapping his arms around you and brushing his hand over your hair. He kissed the crown of your head again before you pulled back and sniffed, wiping at your eyes.Â
âYou have no idea how badly I needed to hear that,â you said with a misty gaze. Robertâs expression softened before he grabbed a tissue and dabbed at your glossy eyes.Â
âIâll always be here for you, you know,â he reassured you. Your smile grew as you gave a firm nod. Beef soon trotted inside the break room, panting heavily as he barked at the two of you. You chuckled and crouched down, the pup bounding over with his stubby legs before snuggling into your arms. You grunted as you picked up the rotund dog, kissing his cheek as he wagged his tail. Robert chuckled as he saw the two most precious things in his life standing before him.Â
âSo, how about I take you out to dinner this Saturday night?â he asked. You looked up from Beefâs happy, wiggling form before giving Robert a wide, bright smile.Â
I'm sick and the fever dream I had last night was scarring to say the least. I had a dream that I opened my inbox again, and someone asked if I could write a smut for Phoney Bone from the Bone graphic novel series. đ Keep in mind I read those in fucking middle school. Why tf did my brain choose to combine those two concepts into an ungodly scenario? Not only that, but the person who requested it consistently messaged me, urging me to write it like a dark and twisted muse. I may never mentally recover from this.
olderbf!nanami who never rushes you, no matter how impatient you get. youâre standing in front of your closet, frustrated, pulling out dresses and tossing them onto the bed.
"i have nothing to wear," you groan. heâs sitting in the armchair by the window, his tie already loosened, watching you with that calm, steady gaze.
"we have forty-five minutes," he says, his voice low and even. "take your time."
you huff, turning to face him. "youâre always so patient. itâs annoying."
he smiles, small and fond. "iâve waited forty years to find you. i can wait forty-five minutes for you to pick a dress."
olderbf!nanami who always makes sure you eat before you leave the house. youâre running late, your heels clicking on the kitchen floor as you grab your purse.
"weâre going to be late," you say, already halfway to the door.
he steps in front of you, a plate in his handâtoast with avocado, a soft-boiled egg, sliced fruit arranged neatly. "eat first."
you stare at him. "nanami, we donât have timeâ"
"we have time," he interrupts gently, setting the plate on the counter. "youâre not leaving this house on an empty stomach. sit."
you sit. you always do. because when he looks at you like thatâlike taking care of you is the most important thing in the worldâyou canât say no.
olderbf!nanami who never raises his voice, even when youâre being difficult. youâre arguing about something stupidâwhere to go for dinner, maybe, or whether you should cancel plans to stay inâand your voice is getting louder, your hands gesturing wildly.
he just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you. "youâre not even listening!" you snap.
"i am," he says quietly. "iâm listening to every word. and when youâre done, weâll talk about it calmly. like adults."
you deflate, your anger fizzling out. "youâre too kind to me," you mutter.
he steps forward, his hands finding your waist. "youâre worth the kindness."
olderbf!nanami who takes his time undressing you, like every layer is a gift heâs unwrapping. youâre in his bedroom, the lights dimmed, and youâre already reaching for his belt, impatient, wanting him now.
"slow down," he murmurs, catching your hands. "we have all night."
you pout. "i donât want to wait."
he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "i know, baby. i know. but iâm going to make you wait. because the longer i take, the better itâll feel when i finally touch you." he undresses you slowly, his fingers working each button, each zipper, until youâre standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. he steps back, his eyes raking over you. "beautiful," he says. "now lay down."
olderbf!nanami who eats you out like itâs a meditation, like he could spend hours between your thighs and never get bored. youâre on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and heâs taking his time, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
"n-nanamiâpleaseâ" you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets. he looks up at you, his mouth glistening.
"patience," he says, his voice calm even as he slides two fingers inside you. "iâm going to make you cum. but iâm going to do it my way." he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur, his tongue circling your clit with agonizing precision.
youâre moaning, your hips rolling, but he holds you down with one hand on your stomach. "stay still," he orders gently. "let me take care of you."
olderbf!nanami who fucks you slow and deep, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you seeing stars. youâre on your stomach, your face pressed into the pillow, and heâs behind you, his chest pressed to your back, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe.
"nanamiâh-harder!!â" you beg, trying to push back against him. he stills, his hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck.
"no," he says, his voice firm but kind. "you take what i give you." he starts moving again, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips dragging against your walls in a way that makes you sob. "you feel that?" he murmurs against your ear. "thatâs me. all of me. and youâre going to take every inch, just like this. until you canât think about anything but how full you are."
olderbf!nanami who makes you ask for what you want, his voice low and commanding. youâre straddling him, his cock inside you, but heâs not moving.
heâs just watching you, his hands on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin.
"p-please, i.... i can'tâ" you whimper, trying to roll your hips. he holds you still.
"use your words," he says. "tell me what you want."
"i-i want you to move," you gasp. "i want you to fuck me."
he smiles, small and satisfied. "good girl. now ask nicely."
you bite your lip, your face burning.
"please fuck me, nanami. please."
he rewards you with a slow thrust upward, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan. "thatâs it," he praises. "that's my girl."
olderbf!nanami who holds you after, his arms wrapped around you like heâs afraid youâll slip away. youâre lying on his chest, your body still trembling, your mind fuzzy with pleasure.
heâs stroking your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head. "you did so well," he murmurs. "so beautiful. so perfect." you nuzzle closer, your eyes already drifting shut.
"youâre too good to me," you whisper. he kisses your forehead.
"no such thing. you deserve everything. and iâm going to give it to you for as long as youâll let me."
olderbf!nanami who wakes you up in the morning with his mouth between your legs, because heâs not done taking care of you yet. youâre half-asleep, your body warm and heavy, when you feel his hands on your thighs, spreading you open.
"nanamiâ" you start, but then his tongue is on you, and youâre gasping, your hands flying to his hair. he looks up at you, his eyes dark.
"good morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep. "lay back. let me love you." and you do. because when nanami wants to be patient, you let him. every single time.
absolutely hate it when the pleasurable activity procrastination hits. iâm going to do something fun that brings me joy but not yet. yeah, not yet. not yet. maybe i shouldnât do it at all, itâs not that fun
