-> Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Gray x fem!reader
-> Word count: 2.4k
-> Summary: You work for the same travelling circus as Bob. You quickly fell in love with the troubled man behind the funny clown mask. After a long day at work, you go to his wagon to enjoy his company.
-> Warnings/tags: nsfw, smut, oral sex m!recieving, kissing, established relationship, fluff, emotions, mention of alcohol and smoking
-> a/n: Hey, I'm back! After a long hibernation in the It fandom, I'm here with my first fic in the fandom. Who would've thought it will be about Bob and not It!Pennywise. That sad, misfortunate man stole my heart in a few minutes of screentime (thanks Bill). This idea was ruminating in my head for a few days now. Comments and reblogs are always welcome! Thanks for the beta read @romula96 ā” Fic under the cut. Oh, and Merry Christmas everyone!
The sun was already setting behind the horizon when the last shows of the travelling circus finished. This time, you had the chance to watch Bob perform, and his act completely enamoured you. You knew he must be tired because he had at least three performances today. Yet, his fatigue wasnāt visible as you watched him goof around on stage, making adults and youngsters laugh. Their joy was infectious. No matter how many times you watched him perform in his clown get-up, you couldnāt get enough of it. You couldnāt get enough of him.
Still, you were relieved when the show came to an end. You had your own performances that day, and you simply couldnāt wait to be finally alone with him. Since you were in the middle of the crowd, it took you a few minutes until you could get away from the stage and head towards his wagon in the back. By the time you arrived, it was almost completely dark outside, the only light source being the lanterns around the circus tents.
You knocked lightly on his door and waited patiently for him to open it. Your relationship was no secret anymore, but since you werenāt living together, you still preferred to be polite. Especially since Ingrid lived with him, you wouldnāt want to disturb a private moment between father and daughter. After a few moments, you heard the sound of his footsteps and the door opened before you. The light from inside engulfed you in an orange halo, his tall silhouette shielding your eyes. He was sans the wig, but still in costume. At first, he looked over your head, probably searching for someone else, a taller male figure, then his tired eyes settled on you, and a warm smile instantly appeared on his still-painted lips.
āHi,ā you greeted him softly, and he reached out with his long arm to pull you inside.
He added a little force to the action, so you stumbled inside, right into his solid chest. He firmly wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you securely against himself as he reached out with his other hand to close the door behind you. You squeaked in surprise but quickly relaxed in his familiar embrace.
āWelcome, beautiful lady,ā his slow, deep voice sent shivers down your spine, and you buried your face into the ruffles of his clown costume, feeling somewhat embarrassed that only a few words from him could still make you so flustered.
āWhat brings you here so late in the night?ā He asked, gently lifting your chin with his hand to look at him. His tone was joking, you knew he was just playing, and you decided to play along.
āI heard that a very talented and handsome man lives here, and I wanted to see it with my own eyes. Turns out, the whispers were true.ā
āHmm,ā he chuckled, amused at your quick-witted response.
āIām nothing good tonight. Bloody tired,ā he sighed as he stepped back to not-so-elegantly crash onto the bed, his back hitting the wall behind him.
But his large hand was still holding yours. You turned around and stood between his ridiculously long legs.
āThatās fine, your company alone is enough for me. Let me help get rid of all this,ā you gestured towards his costume.
āI really donāt deserve such a woman like you,ā he said, melancholy seeping into his voice.
You knew the gossip around him. Why did he never marry again? How could a man alone care for a little girl? How will she become a proper lady like this? Of course, in many cases these were valid concerns, but anyone who just took a little effort to get to know Robert would realise that in his case they were unfounded. After these seemingly valid concerns came the mean comments, that surely he canāt get a woman because he was unattractive, an alcoholic and so on. He started balding at a fairly young age, and after his wifeās death, he started abusing alcohol and tobacco more strongly than before. This was not uncommon among men with the same history, and it made you proud that after you came along, his bad habits started to lessen. He still liked to drink occasionally and smoked a fair amount, but never in excess.
āOh, whereās Ingrid?ā The realisation that the girlās sweet voice hasnāt greeted you upon arrival just hit you.
āSheās at the Smithsā tonight. I wanted the night for ourselves. It was wishful thinking,ā he looked down, not with embarrassment, but more like disappointment in himself.
āBob, hey, look at me,ā you said gently but firmly.
You started to unbutton his coat to make him more comfortable. The gesture finally made him look up at you.
āFor me, you donāt have to put up a performance. Come on, letās get this off of you,ā you softly tugged at his arm, and he obediently followed you to sit in front of the vanity.
You moved to bring the bucket of warm water closer, picked up the freshly washed but worn rags, and approached his sitting form. He was easily one of the tallest men youāve seen in your life, so his large, lithe frame looked comically big on the small chair. Even sitting like this, you were only taller than him by a few inches, so he barely had to turn his head up to look at you.
āCome, sit here,ā his tone was teasing as he guided you onto his left thigh.
Now, you were facing the table where you could easily reach everything you needed to remove his make-up, while his left arm encircled your waist to steady you, his other hand caressing your legs. You worked methodically, starting from his forehead and moving downwards. The rag quickly became white, so you had to frequently rinse it, and soon you reached your favourite part, his mouth. You stopped for a moment to admire your handiwork. You might have been staring for a little too long, because his lips tugged into a smile and his eyes crinkled adorably as a result of it.
āAm I pretty now?ā He chuckled and added a little force to his caresses as emphasis.
āAlmost,ā you said, your tone completely serious, as if calculating just how pretty he was.
A few more wipes, and the water turned pink due to his lip paint mixing with the white face paint. You quickly finished your work by cleaning down his neck and put down the rag with a little bit more force than necessary. You grabbed his chin and turned his head from left to right to check for any remaining paint.
āOkay, pretty boy, you are done,ā you said as you wanted to get up and get rid of the stained water, but he pulled you right back in.
This time, you instinctively straddled his lap, linking your arms behind his neck.
āDonāt leave just yet. I still havenāt tasted you tonight,ā his voice was low, almost dangerous, as his beautiful blue eyes stared into yours for permission.
You leaned in ever so slightly, a flustered breath escaping your lips. Then his mouth found yours, gentle at first, but as soon as you opened a path for him, his kisses became possessive. You moaned into his lips when his embrace became tighter, pulling you flush against him. You let out a surprised yelp when he stood up and moved to sit on the bed while carrying you in his arms.
āRobert, whatāā
The end of your question got stuck in your throat when he settled down with you on his lap, his arousal obvious under you. You gasped and dived in to kiss him again, your hands caressing his neck and strong chest. His large palms cupped your face as his kisses once again turned gentle and loving. Soon, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, your noses almost touching. You were both breathing heavily, and you could see the exhaustion seeping back into his eyes. His warm hands were still gently caressing your sides when he leaned his back against the wall, sighing.
āIām sorry, darling,ā he said with a sad smile, but you quickly pecked him on the lips and moved down from his lap to sit between his legs. In truth, the bed in his wagon was too small for his long body, but luckily, you were quite short, so you fit next to his sitting frame like a puzzle. Your intentions quickly dawned on him when your delicate fingers reached for the button on his pants, and his much larger ones wrapped around yours to stop your actions.
āI do not require this from you. As a man, I should be the one to satisfy your needs.ā
āYou had a long ass day. Hell, a long week. Your job tonight is to finally relax. I want to do this. Just let me, please.ā Your sure tone must have convinced him because he let go of your hands and moved to lift his hips to help you remove his pants and underwear.
You didnāt break eye contact as you wrapped two of your fingers around the base of his cock to steady it and stopped for a moment to think through your next steps. During your relationship, Bob never allowed you to pleasure him like this before, thinking it was below a woman to do so. So you wanted it to be truly pleasurable for him, and you also had to show him that it was also something you enjoyed doing, as he was watching you attentively with his arousal-blown eyes.
You decided it was best to do what you felt was right instead of thinking too much about it, so you opened your mouth and let your tongue gently explore the soft head of his cock. He sucked in a breath when you applied some pressure to the touch, his brows furrowing from the feeling. You hollowed your cheek and moved to take him fully into your mouth, which was not that easy at first. His cock wasnāt average either, just under the threshold of too big in length and also not lacking in girth. So you had to try a few times to get used to his size and avoid gagging, as that would surely scare him away. Finally, you managed and started to suck on him rhythmically, and you felt so proud when you heard his breath quicken.
He couldnāt help but sneak his hand into your hair, not pushing, just holding onto it as encouragement. For you or for himself? He didnāt know at this point. The added pressure of your tongue on the underside of his cock as you moved your head up and down his length was almost too much for him. His head fell back with a soft thud on the wall, and you could hear him biting back swear words.
āYou are so good to me. Keep going, just like that,ā his slightly commanding tone spurred you on, and you felt your own arousal pooling in your underwear.
āGood girl,ā he praised, his hand caressing your hair.
You wrapped your right hand completely around his base in response, to focus your tongue on the head of his cock. You matched the rhythm of your hand to your mouth, and you felt his cock twitch in your grip, the salty taste of pre-cum gathering on your tongue.
āDarling... Iām so close,ā he managed to mumble between short breaths.
You felt he was close now, the air in his wagon became almost too hot, his muscles tensing from the pleasure. You reached out with your left hand for his right one, and his grip was nearly too much as he clung to you for dear life. Looking up at him from under your lashes, you almost lost your rhythm and choked on his cock from the view. The white tank top was soaked with sweat around his neck, his full lips parted, eyes almost completely black, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. You sucked on the head of his cock with more pressure now, your tongue playing with the slit. It only took a few moments of this, and his iron grip finally relaxed, his muscles spasming in time with the force of his release. He couldnāt decide between moaning your name or swearing as you focused on swallowing his load.
You slowly eased off his cock, massaging and moving your jaw, trying to relax the overworked muscles. His breathing slowly returned to normal while you watched him with a satisfied smile on your face. You were drawing calming circles with your thumb on his right hand, which was still clasped in yours. As the haze lifted, his eyes refocused on you. Noticing the smug smile on your lips, a crimson shade appeared on his cheeks along with a bashful smile.
āWas it good?ā You asked, your question genuine.
He reached out for you and just like before that night, pulled you close. You rested your head against his chest, where you could hear the strong, steady rhythm of his heart. He gently put his chin on top of your head and answered from there.
āYes, dear. You did very well. I truly donāt deserve your devotion,ā he said and placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head.
āShall we sleep now?ā
You only nodded in answer, and he let go of you to get out of his costume completely. In a moment, he was done and moved into a lying position, pulling you tight to his body. You reached for the blanket and pulled it over your joined bodies, both completely relaxed now. In the peaceful darkness of the wagon, the only sound you could hear was his slow breathing behind you. His hand kept caressing yours, not asleep yet.
āBob?ā
āHmm?ā
āRemember that when I do something for you, I do it because I like taking care of you. Itās not a burden. Not an exchange. My devotion is yours, whether you think you deserve it or not.ā Your voice was quiet but firm, and you turned your head back to kiss him on the lips. He eagerly moved to return it, and when you nestled back into the covers and his warmth, you heard him whisper into your ear:
āStill, you are not leaving here in the morning until Iām finished with you.ā
If he told me that I would marry him on the spot. Awesome t-shirt bro I have 2 hoodies from vinted and a t-shirt too but it will have to wait for the summer š
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