Behave
Bob Floyd x You x Natasha Trace
This is the result of the following prompts I received:
"Behave, I wouldn't want to have to punish you now."
Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.
Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! This work contains: smut, f/f, f/f/m, adult language, dirty talk, teasing, oral (m&f receiving), biting/marking, overstimulation, a little spanking.
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It’s late. The patrons left at the Hard Deck are long past sober, with the exception of you three.
A quick glance around the bar shows no familiar faces as you take the pool cue from Bob, not sparing him a glance, still sullen from earlier.
“‘’scuse me,” you murmur, not looking at Natasha either as you brush past, your pushed-up tits grazing hers before you turn to bend over the table to line up the shot, pushing your ass out when you arch your back.
Hands much softer than Bob’s run up the outside of your thighs when she steps close to cover the skin revealed by your sundress riding up.
"Behave,” her thumb lifts the elastic band of the underwear Bob had you put on earlier as she leans over your back, “I wouldn't want to have to punish you now."
She lets it go and it snaps against your tender skin just as you shoot.
“No!” you drop the cue on the table and straighten, missed shot forgotten as you turn to face her, “I mean, please no,” your cheeks heat as you quickly correct yourself at an arch of one of her perfect brows, “Bob already did…earlier.”
“Poor thing,” she pouts, “That’s why you were late, huh?”
You nod bashfully, still refusing to look at Bob who’s approaching the two of you.
“What’d you do?” She leans in to whisper. Her warm breath against your ear and the hint of her perfume make you shiver.
Your eyes drift closed as gently sucks your fluttering pulse point.
“Answer her question,” Bob orders softly as he pushes your hair back, out of her way so she can kiss lower.
“I forgot-“ you gasp as Bob tugs in warning, “I mean I didn’t put undies on.”
“Naughty girl,” she smiles between kisses, sliding her hand beneath your dress again, “and Bob caught you, didn’t he? What did he do to you?”
Bob smiles as he leans his hip against the pool table, shielding you from any prying eyes.
“He spanked me,” you reply, embarrassed yet so turned on. You open your thighs in a silent request to her fingers tracing closer and closer to where you want her, finally ghosting over the fabric, soaked from your arousal and Bob’s release, “and then he fucked me, but didn’t let me cum. And…” you trail off as she starts circling your clit.
“And?” Bob prompts, voice low and husky as he watches his two favorite girls.
“And he made me put on underwear,” you sound pathetic and whiny but can’t seem to help it; being denied earlier have you toeing the edge of release already, “boring, ugly white ones.”
“Well,” Natasha murmurs as she makes her way back up, nipping your jaw, “did you learn anything from it?”
“Yeah,” you pant, forcing your eyes open to meet his steely blue gaze as she pushes you off the edge, “Don’t get caught.”
But just as quickly the pleasure begins, it ends when her hand stills at your words, ruining your orgasm.
“Kidding,” you gasp, hips bucking to follow her hand as she pulls it from under your dress, “I was kidding!”
“She didn’t learn a damn thing,” Nat ignores your protests, holding up her fingers to Bob.
“Nope,” he says matter-of-factly, doing a quick scan of the bar before licking them clean.
“What if…” she trails off, stepping away to whisper something to him, making you whimper from the loss.
His hand finds her hip and squeezes, heat flashing in his eyes at whatever she’s saying. “Yeah,” he swallows thickly, “let’s do that.”
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“Only you,” Nat smiles between kisses as she follows the dress over your ass, revealing the white underwear, “can make these look sexy.”
A breathy laugh escapes and your head drops back when Bob latches on to one of your now-exposed nipples.
“Oh you poor thing,” she coos as she pulls the cotton down, “I can still see his handprints. He really did a number on you, didn’t he, princess?”
“Yes,” your fingers card through his hair, “he’s so mean-“ you cut off when he sucks hard at the nipple in his mouth.
“He is mean,” Nat agrees, pressing a kiss to one of the handprints, “but you deserved it, didn’t you?”
Yes. Always.
But ever the brat, you bite your lip to keep from admitting it.
Which earns you another sharp slap on the ass when she rises.
“Do I need to spank you too?” She murmurs in your ear, “Can’t believe I even have to ask after last time.”
The memory has you shaking your head quickly and Bob groans as he switches breasts, obviously remembering too.
Nat had had enough of your teasing and showed you she had a mean streak that rivals Bob’s when she pulled you over her lap. By the end, you were a sopping, teary, sniffling mess. While she kissed you better after, you didn’t sit comfortably for days.
“I deserved it,” you concede, “I always deserve it.”
“That’s right,” she murmurs before nipping the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder, “but you’re not off the hook yet.”
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A few minutes later, Bob sits on the bed before reclining back on the pillows, stroking himself slowly as Natasha leads you to the bed.
When she guides your hips down onto Bob's cock with his chest at your back, you can’t imagine how this could possibly be a punishment.
Until they share a look over your shoulder. Bob takes your arms, crossing them behind your back before holding both wrists in one of his hands while Nat settles between his thighs, pushing them apart…which forces yours even wider.
“What-what are you-oh God,” you breathe when she dips her head to brush her lips over your knee to your inner thigh.
“So soft,” she murmurs, softy sucking the supple skin before taking a bite.
You jerk in Bob’s hold; the hint of pain has you clenching around him.
“Oh, she liked that,” Bob chuckles, his free hand coming around to toy with your nipple, still tender and puffy from his mouth, “do it again.”
Nat smiles against your skin as she moves higher before obliging. Soon each thigh is littered with the marks from her teeth and your chest is heaving; the pain lasting only momentarily before blooming into pleasure and settling between your thighs.
She hasn’t touched you intimately and yet your arousal covers Bob.
Then she relents, making Bob groan as he tongues his sac up to his cock and finally to your clit before sucking gently.
Your back arches from the sudden onslaught and the position change pushes him against your g-spot, setting you off without warning.
Bob inhales sharply but tightens his hold on you as you writhe, trying to get away from Nat’s relentless tongue.
Realizing this is her form of punishment when she doesn’t pause before you fully come down, and cry out as she works you into a frenzy once more.
Then again.
And again.
It could be just minutes but it feels like hours as she continues the sweet torture on your clit. Bob’s breathing just as hard as you are and tears stream from your eyes as you squirm in his hold. A deeper, more intense pleasure is building rapidly as you grind on his thick cock, and just when you try to warn her; it crests.
White-hot pleasure engulfs your entire shuddering body; from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Your release soaks Bob and the bedding beneath you two.
“N-n-no more,” you shake your heavy head, voice shaky and hoarse from your cries, “please Nat-baby? Please?
“I-fuckkkk,” Bob cuts off with a groan when Nat finally, finally gives you a break, her mouth dropping to his sack, “I’ve-I think she’s had enough.”
“More like you’ve had enough,” she smiles, placing one last kiss on your swollen clit as she slowly sits up, lazily sucking on your nipple.
Bob releases your arms and they weave straight into her hair. You try to bring her up for a kiss but your limbs feel so heavy.
Pulling off your breast with a smile, she allows you to bring her up to your lips, kissing you slowly for a moment before guiding you down beside Bob.
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Though you’re completely worn out, nothing could keep you from watching your two favorite people together.
“Nat,” Bob chuckles breathlessly as she dips her head to suck his cock sloppily, lapping up his precum, “you don’t have-I’m-.”
“I know,” she pulls off him with a wink, climbing over him and sinking down with no more preamble, “I wanted to taste you both.”
They’re beautiful together; Bob’s big, strong hands gripping her fluently moving hips, letting her lead them to bliss.
Her eyes flutter closed when she slides her hand between her strong thighs to find her clit but fly back open when Bob pinches her butt, “Ah-ah,” he smirks, “eyes on me.”
She nods, an uncharacteristic blush staining her cheeks.
Your spent body still tightens when they cum together; the way those breathy little moans escape even though she’s biting her lip, Bob’s low groan and look of pure bliss.
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Later, you fall asleep between the two of them with a smile on your face and absolutely no intention of behaving in the future.
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A/N: welp, it’s finally done! I hope I did it justice for the bisexuals lol. Also, Bob has a corruption kink thing for innocent, white, cotton panties. I don’t know why, but he does. 🤷🏻♀️
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ah omg!!! i’m so sorry i went MIA there for so long😅 it’s been a hot minute since i’ve spent time on here!
i hope you’re doing okay friend! i saw some of the horribly nasty annons saying crap to you and i just can’t believe my eyes when i read their words. they’re all so incredibly wrong and you’re absolutely amazing!
in other words, i have missed your writing SO MUCH!! and bob, of course. i mean😩🤤 so yummy! def gonna need to read some more of him😏
