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Helloooo !!! I absolutely adore your MK content, especially anything about any of the Lin Kuei boys <33
I hope it isnât too much to asl, but could you possibly write something about an insecure reader? Preferably fem!reader with the Lin Kuei brothers, but it can be any reader tbh I donât really mind đ€· Reader is a physically capable just like any other person and is actually part of the best-performing people in the clan, but they donât look like theyâd be a top-notch ninja. More chubby/soft bodied, etc.
Iâve just been feeling really crappy about my own appearance lately because Iâve been training in the martial arts for 12 years now (Kickboxing, jiujitsu, and Shaolin Kempo Karate) and despite being experienced and well-performing amongst my peers, I definitely donât look like Iâd be since Iâm on the chubbier side + Iâm a woman, so discrimination is already a default in most dojos and gyms I go to just because Iâm a woman.
Sorry about the dump, I just really admire your writing and I would really appreciate seeing you write anything about insecure!reader specifically đ No pressure, I promise <333 Ik you probs have your inbox filled with others so please donât feel so stressed out to write this. Ty for taking a look at this anyways, mwah !! đđ
Warnings: nsfw on Kuai's part, some fuckin LOVIN đ€
A/N: sorry i took so long đ„Č i hope this may have made ur day đđ€
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TomĂĄs Vrbada:
Thwack!
Your fist slammed into the training dummy again, knuckles stinging, breath sharp. You glared at the poor thing like it was personally responsible for every insecurity youâd ever had.
No matter how much you trained, pushed, sweat, foughtâyour body never seemed to reflect the skill you had.
Soft where others were carved.
Curved where others were straight lines.
Strong, yes, but never looking the way people expected a top-performing warrior to look.
It got into your head more than you wanted to admit.
You grunted and pulled back for another strike, ready to beat the thoughts out of your skull if thatâs what it tookâ
âY/N!â
You tensed instantly.
That voice.
Of course.
TomĂĄs.
âBabe!â he whined happily as he jogged over, arms already outstretched. âI missed you!â
You flinched before you could stop it, body going stiff, instinctively stepping just out of reach. You forced a smile onto your face, hoping he didnât notice the crack in it.
âSorry, love. Iâm all sweaty,â you said, waving him off. âStill have a bit more training to do.â
His smile faltered.
He lowered his hand slowly, almost unsure of the movement. The brightness in his eyes dimmed, replaced with something softer, concerned.
ââŠDid I do something wrong?â he asked gently.
You opened your mouth, some flimsy excuse ready to tumble out, but he didnât give you the chance.
He stepped closer, carefully this time, like approaching a startled animal.
âY/N,â he murmured, âyou tense up every time I touch you lately. And youâve been pushing yourself too hard. Talk to me.â
He wasnât judging you.
He wasnât disappointed.
He just looked at you with that warm, steady tenderness that made your chest ache.
The kind of look that made all the feelings youâd been shoving down push right back up.
You bit your lip, eyes darting away as your thoughts spiraled. You debated with yourself harshlyâtell him, donât tell him, keep it in, he doesnât need to worryâbut he was already worried, wasnât he? Youâd already given yourself away.
A long, defeated sigh slipped out. You glanced at him, then dropped your gaze again.
âI just⊠dunnoâŠâ you muttered, voice barely holding together. âHavenât really been⊠feeling that great about myself.â The words shrank into a whisper as your arms wrapped around your torso like you were trying to hold yourself together.
TomĂĄsâ brows pinched in concern, his whole expression softening.
You looked away again, shame prickling under your skin. âItâs just⊠no matter how much I do, I keep looking like⊠this.â You gestured weakly at your own body, unable to fully meet your own reflection, much less his eyes. âI just⊠I donât look like I shouldâŠâ you mumbled, throat tight.
TomĂĄs shook his head gently, in an achingly tender way.
He stepped into your space slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.
You didnât.
His fingers slipped under your chin with featherlight care, coaxing your gaze upward until your eyes met his.
And his eyes⊠gods.
Those eyes were nothing but soft, warm, and full of a kind of devotion that made your chest ache.
He leaned down slowly, pressing a sweet, steady kiss to your lips. You whimpered at the tenderness of it, at how careful he was with you even when you werenât being careful with yourself. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands settling on your hips. His thumbs traced slow, grounding circles that eased some of the ache inside your chest.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispered, voice warm enough to melt stone. âYouâre strong. Youâre smart. Youâre our best-performing Lin Kuei member⊠even Bi-Han says it.â
His hands moved up your sides, following every curve with reverence rather than hesitation.
âYouâreâŠâ he paused, cheeks flushing pink, ââŠabsolutely beautiful. You make me look bland next to you.â
He smiled, shy and earnest.
You let out a small, conflicted sound, palms pressing weakly against his chest as your feelings tangled into a knot inside you.
âBut Iâm⊠so chubbyâŠâ you murmured, the words heavy with shame.
He shook his head instantly, firmly, leaving no room for doubt.
âYouâre healthy,â he corrected softly but with conviction. âThe extra meat is proof of how well you take care of yourself, and I love that about you.â His arms wrapped fully around you now, drawing you into his warmth. âIâm lucky I even get to stand next to you. Youâre absolutely gorgeous.â
You swallowed thickly, his words settling into places inside you that had been sore for far too long. You let yourself breathe, let yourself feel what he was telling you instead of fighting it.
Slowly, you nodded.
âOkayâŠâ you whispered, shy and a little shaky, âI believe you.â
TomĂĄsâ smile bloomed instantly, relieved, full of love. He leaned in and pressed another gentle kiss to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter.
âGood,â he murmured against your mouth. âAnd Iâll keep reminding you. As many times as it takes. Youâre beautiful, Y/N. I love you.â
âI love you too,â you whispered back, voice matching his softness.
The insecurity didnât vanish into thin air, didnât magically fix itself, but it loosened, eased and quieted.
Because your sweet, patient boyfriend held you like you were the easiest thing in the world to love.
Kuai Liang:
Groans and whimpers filled the room, swallowed by the dark as Kuaiâs breath fanned against your neck. His movements were slow but hungry, hips rolling against yours in a desperate rhythm that betrayed how badly he wanted you.
His hands kept wandering, seeking your skin, your warmth, the curves he adored, but each time he drifted toward your stomach, you gently caught his wrist and redirected him higher.
He didnât question it at first.
He trusted your boundaries, always.
Yet the tension in your touch didnât match the intimacy of the moment.
The lights remained off per your request, not his. Normally heâd tease you, coax you, kiss you until you forgot why you wanted the dark in the first place but tonight, your voice had been too quiet when you said it. Too small, too unlike you.
When his hand drifted again and you pushed it away faster this time, the shift was obvious.
Your breath hitched, giving you away.
Kuai slowed.
Then stopped.
His forehead stayed pressed to your neck, the darkness settling around both of you as he breathed you in, feeling the tremble in your body that had nothing to do with desire.
ââŠWhat happened?â he murmured against your skin, his voice low but steady, the kind of calm that made it impossible to lie.
You swallowed hard, shame curled in your gut, hot and sharp, tightening your throat. You almost said nothing, almost told him to keep going, almost buried it the way you buried so many other things.
But his handsâŠ
His hands gently cupped your hips, holding you in a way that asked nothing of youâjust presence, honesty.
That made it worse.
That made the tears sting.
You exhaled shakily.
âI heard⊠someone talking about me earlier,â you whispered, each word fragile. âOne of the women in the clan. She said I⊠that I donât look like someone who belongs with someone like⊠you.â
The air shifted instantly.
Kuai went utterly still, every muscle locking beneath you. The dark did nothing to soften the tension radiating from his body.
He lifted his head slowly, a frown settling over his features, even if you couldnât see it fully.
âWho said that?â he asked, voice low and tightly controlled, emotion coiled beneath every syllable held back only by sheer discipline.
You shook your head, shame burning your throat. âIt doesnât matter.â
âY/N.â
His tone didnât rise, didnât sharpen. It didnât need to. It was gentle, but firm enough to leave no room to retreat.
âTell me.â
You turned your face away from him, shoulders curling inward. âIâm⊠not sure who it was. I just heard what they saidâŠâ
He exhaled slowly, not satisfied, but choosing not to push further. For now.
âWhat else?â
You blinked, âWhat?â
âWhat else did they say?â he repeated, calm on the surface, something colder brewing underneath.
You bit your lip and shook your head, unable to voice it.
Another sigh, softer this time, left his lips. Then he lowered his head back to your neck, placing slow, deliberate kisses along your skin.
âMy loveâŠâ he murmured, voice roughening as he began to move against you again, each motion unhurried but purposeful.
Your breath hitched, fingers digging into his shoulders as the sensation made your thoughts stutter.
ââŠPlease tell me,â he whispered against your skin, the plea vibrating through you, his own breath catching when he felt you clench around him.
You were caught completely off guard. The mix of emotion, touch and darkness tangled together until your voice slipped free without your usual restraint.
âI⊠they⊠they said I was too⊠fatâŠâ you gasped, barely coherent, âand that Iâm ridiculous for⊠for thinking youâd ever⊠fall for me.â
With every word, Kuaiâs expression darkened. The scowl that overtook his face was sharp enough to cut.
He sat up suddenly, adjusting himself between your legs with a controlled but unmistakable urgency. His hand reached out, lighting the candle on the bedside table with a flick of his fingers.
Soft, amber light flooded the room.
You gasped and immediately scrambled to cover yourself, panic blooming. Kuai caught your hands, gently trapping them, stopping you from hiding even an inch.
âDo not hide from me,â he growled, voice dropping into something possessive, fierce, and absolutely unshakeable.
His eyes locked onto yours, burning with a devotion so intense it stole the air from your lungs.
He scoffed softly, a sharp exhale through his nose. âThat I havenât fallen for you?â he muttered, voice low and rough. âRidiculous.â
His pace shifted deeper, more deliberate, every movement punctuating each word.
âThey have no idea,â he growled, âhow hard Iâve fallen for you.â
You gasped, fingers digging into his back as he worked you over with a rhythm that knocked thoughts loose, leaving you clinging onto him in pure desperation.
âLook at youâŠâ Kuai rasped, his gaze drinking in every inch of you in the candlelight.
His hands slid up your curves with purpose, worshipful and hungry all at once. He gripped you firmly, possessively, like he couldnât stand the thought of letting you go.
âSo gorgeous,â he murmured, breath shaking, âletting me take you like thisâŠâ
Heat flushed up your neck as a flustered whine escaped you.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he continued, voice thick with awe. âStrong. Thick. Made for me.â His tone dropped to something primal. âNo woman in this clan has your kindness. Your strength. None of them could ever hold my heart the way you do.â
His breath hitched, voice going rough. âNone of them could ever take me the way you do.â
Your moans spilled freely, unrestrained, your body clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in the world.
âKuaiâ!â you cried out, overwhelmed.
He looked down at you with a slow, devastating smile, pride and hunger blended into something that made your pulse stutter.
âThatâs my girl,â he crooned, voice dark and tender all at once. âLetâs show them how wrong they are, hm?â
As if you had any room to protestâhis hands, his voice, his body left no space for doubt.
And he made absolutely sure you understood just how wrong they all were.
Bi- Han:
You were taking a small stroll through the Lin Kuei gardens, hoping the cold air would clear your head. The sharp breeze usually helped, but tonight it felt useless against the heaviness in your chest.
Youâd overheard some of the women earlier, chatting animatedly as they compared their newest purchases, showing off jewelry and garments that fit them perfectlyâsleek silhouettes, slim waists, confident smiles.
Your gaze had lingered too long, compared too deeply, and now every insecurity gnawed at you one after another, louder and crueler with each thought. Your eyes drifted down to your own body, your bigger form framed harshly by the moonlight. The contrast made your stomach twist.
And of course, your mind went straight to him.
You werenât even official yet, circling each other, growing closer in quiet, subtle ways that made your heart race, but the doubts always crept in. He never seemed put off by your size, yet he also never pushed forward. Never initiated anything. Never made a move.
Maybe his warmth toward you was just⊠discipline.
Politeness.
Obligation.
You chewed at your lip as your thoughts spiraled. Every memory of your time together felt suddenly skewed: you talking too much, him responding too little, you feeling too much, him staying unreadable. Maybe he listened only because it was easier than interrupting you. Maybe you were embarrassing yourself by assuming he cared.
You were so far inside your head that you didnât even notice a solid figure ahead of you.
You walked straight into a wallâhard.
The impact jolted a yelp out of you as you stumbled backward and fell onto the cold stone floor.
âWhat theâ!â you hissed, rubbing your shoulder as you looked up in irritation only to freeze.
Dark brown eyes stared down at you, unimpressed and sharp as ice.
Bi-Han.
Standing over you like a disappointed deity you had personally offended just by existing.
You flinched under his stare, scrambling awkwardly to your feet, head ducked low.
âBi-HanâŠâ you breathed out, voice small. âIâm sorry, I⊠wasnât looking where I was going.â
His frown deepened, the crease between his brows sharp and irritated, but not at you.
Not really.
His gaze traveled across your face with unnerving precision, taking in every twitch, every flicker, every hint of emotion you tried desperately to hide. Heâd already known something was wrong the second he found you wandering as he had called your name three times before you walked straight into him.
And Bi-Han did not like repeating himself.
ââŠWhat happened?â he asked bluntly, arms crossing over his chest with that suffocating authority he carried so easily.
You blinked up at him, startled. âIâuh⊠what?â
He grunted, stepping closer, boots scraping against stone. The air dropped a few degrees.
âYou are distracted,â he said flatly. âIt is unlike you.â
His eyes narrowed.
âWhat happened?â
You swallowed hard, the weight of his stare pinning you in place. It was too direct, too sharp, too knowing. You looked away with a wince.
âUm⊠nothing?â you tried, the word wobbling out pathetically.
Bi-Han exhaled through his nose, unimpressed.
âTry again,â he said calmly.
You bit your lip, eyes darting away before you reluctantly looked back at him, a small frown pulling at your features. âItâs truly nothing⊠just had some⊠stuff⊠in my mind, is all.â
His eyes narrowed immediately.
âWhat stuff?â
You squirmed under his stare, stomach twisting. He wasnât going to let this go, you knew that much. Heâd stand here all night if he had to. The man had the patience of a glacier and the stubbornness to match.
You huffed in frustration, shoulders curling defensively as you finally let the words slip.
âErm⊠I was just⊠thinking about my size.â Your voice strained on the last word, âIâm not like other girls.â
Bi-Hanâs frown deepened, gaze sweeping down your body once, slow and assessing.
Yes, you were differentâthicker, softer, fuller.
And in his eyes?
That was superiority, not flaw.
âAnd?â he questioned, raising a brow as if challenging the logic itself.
You blinked at him, thrown. âAndâŠ? WellâŠâ
Your courage wavered.
ââŠI donât exactly look like I belong with the Lin Kuei,â you murmured, then softer, almost inaudible,ââŠor next to you.â
His gaze sharpened instantly.
His posture straightened, his shoulders squared, and the air around him seemed to chill by sheer instinct.
The look he leveled at you wasnât anger, more like disbelief and something far more dangerous beneath it.
ââŠDid someone tell you this?â he asked, his tone almost cautious.
You shook your head quickly. âNo, no⊠no one told me this. Itâs⊠itâs what I felt.â
Your voice shrank as your head dropped again.
Bi-Hanâs frown deepened, displeasure tightening his jaw. Without hesitation, he stepped right in front of you, closing the space with that unyielding presence only he possessed. His fingers caught your chin, gentle, but firm enough that you couldnât look away, and tilted your face up.
Your breath hitched, eyes widening at the sudden closeness.
âThen you are foolish to think such things,â he said quietly, the softness in his tone at complete odds with the sharpness of his words.
He dipped his head slightly, letting his gaze sweep over your face, studying every detail as if memorizing them.
âYou are the Lin Kueiâs most capable warrior,â he continued, voice low and unwavering. âMost of our clan looks up to you. They ask for you. They want to train under you. They trust you without question.â
His eyes narrowed, almost offended on your behalf.
âYou always complete your tasks without fault, and you have never once returned to me with failure.â
Your cheeks heated under the relentless praise, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.
âYou are what the clan should aspire to be.â
Your breath faltered.
Bi-Han rarely spoke this much, especially not like this. He leaned closer, voice dropping into something rougher, darker.
ââŠYou are also the only woman capable of bringing a man like myself to his knees,â he admitted quietly.
Your eyes flew wide, confusion and shock flickering across your face, but he didnât stop. He watched every reaction.
âI often find myself forcing distance between us,â he muttered, breath warm as it ghosted across your lips, âbecause if I allowed myself⊠I would reach for you.â
His arm slid around your waist, slow and deliberate, pulling you flush against the hard lines of his body.
âTouch you,â he bit out, voice thick with restraint and hunger. âClaim what tempts me beyond reason.â
Your lips parted, a soft, stunned breath escaping you as his hold tightened.
You had never seen Bi-Han look at anyone like this, like you were the one thing that unraveled him.
You stayed speechless, breath caught in your throat as his confession rippled through you. After a moment, you swallowed hard.
âI⊠wasnât aware you felt that way about meâŠâ you whispered, voice trembling.
Bi-Han scoffed quietly, then leveled you with a look so sharp it rooted you in place.
âDo you truly think I would spend my time with someone I do not desire the way I have with you?â he asked, voice low, cutting, and impossibly sincere.
You shook your head weakly, hands rising with hesitant uncertainty before settling on his biceps. His muscles tensed under your touch, a low sound humming in his chestâapproval, want, something dangerously close to both.
He leaned in, agonizingly slow, his lips hovering just shy of yours. The air between you tightened, heavy and electric.
âNever,â he whispered against your mouth, âdoubt yourself again.â
Then he kissed you fiercely, consuming, leaving no room for second-guessing, no space for insecurity. His hands pulled you closer as if daring anything in the world to tell him you werenât his equal, his match, his desire.
And with the way he kissed you and with the way he held you like you were something sacred and inevitableâŠ
You realized you wouldnât have to worry about doubting yourself again. Ever.
âšâïžSaludos mis pequeños saltamontes âïžâš
Deploy the hot cocoa! Activate the chaos protocols! Itâs officially that time of year againđ
For the next 25 days, I will be unleashing fics straight from the holiday multiverse: adorably soft moments, catastrophic mishaps that would make Santa file an OSHA report, and spicy scenarios that absolutely violate HR guidelines in every realm.
Below is your daily roster of nonsense, neatly organized so you know exactly when to emotionally prepare (or fail to).
May your mental stability survive this content sprint.
Prepped to witness how our problematic faves absolutely fumble their way through the holidays this year? âšđ
Prompt: You spark his whole holiday world into a swirl of lights and color, brighter than any tree heâs ever trimmed⊠if only you could see the way you look in that glow.
Prompt: You simply cannot enter holiday season territory without serving a full look, at least according to your expert, highly qualified fashion opinion.
Day 8: The Great Tree Incident (Johnny Cage)đ
Prompt: Honestly? You clocked this disaster from a mile away. You told him not to mess with Mother Nature during winter, but here you are anyway.
Day 9: Hot Cocoa, Hotter Co-Stars (Johnny Cage)â€ïžâđ„
Prompt: Itâs cold out in the festive season, so you make sure the way you warm him up comes with a sweetness he wonât forget.
Prompt: He really knows how to deliver holiday âfunâ using the most questionable methods imaginable.
Day 14: Festive Misconduct (Kung Lao)â€ïžâđ„
Prompt: Decorating the tree turns into a whole different kind of tradition when youâre doing it with your razor-hatted, shamelessly flirty menace of a sweetheart.
Prompt: Rudolph can keep his glow; someoneâs nose is shining just as bright, and you canât help pointing it out with all the affection of a holiday-soaked sweetheart.
Day 16: Winterâs Gentle Hour (Raiden)â€ïžâđ„
Prompt: Always keep your loved one pulled in tight⊠especially when the cold hits and youâve got much better ways to stay warm.
Day 17: Seasonal Beverage Emergency (TomĂĄs Vrbada)đ
Prompt: Teaching how to make cultural holiday drinks turned out to be way harder than you budgeted for. At this point, youâre not even sure if heâs learning or just freestyling chaos.
Day 18: Naughty List Activities (Bi-Han)â€ïžâđ„
Prompt: Christmas time, mistletoe, a little wine⊠and honestly, you couldnât have asked for anything sweeter than the way he handles you under all that holiday glow.
Prompt: Bonfires have a habit of catching people at their softest, and tonight it feels like the flames are quietly witnessing one of your sweetest moments yet.
Day 20: Fixing the Wrong Star (Johnny Cage)â€ïž
Prompt: Thereâs a star shining overhead⊠follow its glow and see exactly what kind of wickedly warm place it leads the two of you to.
Prompt: Life and death are serious business⊠which is wild considering you currently have a face full of snow and a heart overflowing with petty, vengeful holiday chaos.
Day 22: Mistletoe Mercy (TomĂĄs Vrbada)â€ïžâđ„
Prompt: You catch a sentimental little shiver when you hear those voices singing⊠though the real heat comes from what heâs doing to you while the carols play.
Prompt: Doesnât matter whatâs going on around you, none of it means a thing if youâre not being held tight like the cozy little menace you are.
Day 24: Season of Want (Kung Lao)â€ïžâđ„
Prompt: Santa, have a little mercy⊠and deliver the one I need, because Iâve got plans for them that definitely arenât on the nice list.
Day 25: Where Christmas Is (Kenshi Takahashi)â€ïžâđ„
Prompt: Everyone, whether rich or struggling, still ends up gathered under the same warm holiday glow. Christmas is about giving, and tonight it feels like you're here for nothing but love⊠gentle, quiet, and entirely yours.
2.7k â 18+ minors DNI â Content: alcohol, making out, dry humping, handjob/blowjob, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex
Note: part two is finished! hopefully it lives up to the first. enjoy :) #softdomroberttruther
Your focus returns to the present as you feel Robertâs still-warm suit jacket close around your shoulders, shielding from the bite of night air. Stepping back outside and towards the parking lot together. Still processing. Still reeling.
The friction as you walked, wet and bare beneath the line of your dress, was already building you up again. And now that you had gotten a taste, you had an appetite. How his palm had been flush against heat, fingers deep in you, coaxing out every single feeling youâd repressed since day one. God, you wanted more. Greed was a vice you didnât often indulge, thinking to yourself he should take that as a compliment.
You glanced to his fingers as they curled around the door handle of the car, helping you in. Taunting, a reminder of how they had just undone you. Once seated Robert takes a moment, silently checking on you before turning the key in the ignition.
Meanwhile, you were thinking of ways to return the favor. You knew he would protest. Walls came down brick by brick, not in one swoop.
Regardless, something had shifted â and neither of you wanted to go back. So, hesitation was self-righteous at best and pointless otherwise. Band-aid ripped off and wound bared. Raw, open, real. A little dangerous, but risk was a necessary evil. And maybe a fun one too.
Right now, you just wanted to show him how much you were willing to give in return; aching to, honestly. Was it slightly self-invested? Yes. Was it also genuine? Absolutely. Desire was a multifaceted endeavor, which he deserved in equal respect.
Eventually pulling up to your place, he puts the car in park, looking to you.
âWant to come inside?â You utter, not wanting to leave him like that. Not wanting to leave him at all.
âYeah, Iâd like that.â And he couldnât bring himself to say no.
You take him up to your floor, apartment key fumbling through tipsy fingers as you opened the door. Sliding off your heels followed as you hung his suit jacket nearby.
âHere,â You lead him to the living room before heading towards the kitchen to get some water for you both.
Returning, glasses in hand, you set them on the coffee table as you stood in front of where he sat on the edge of the couch.
âNeed anything? Something to eat?â You ask, the role of polite host kicking in despite the egregious lack of formality that brought you both here.
Robert found it sweet; you wanting to take care of him. Like that made any sense given what just occurred. His hand moved to the back of your thigh, tracing up and down reassuringly.
âIâm fine. Promise.â All disarming with his brown eyes and freckles.
It made you want to drop forward into his lap. Knees straddling and arms wrapping around his neck, keeping him close. Which is exactly what you did.
âI just donât want you to leave yet.â You murmured into his neck. It hit him square in the chest. A longing near physically painful, he recognized all too well.
He hums in response; a dead man walking. His arms wrapped around you, long breaths and calm heart beating against his. Savoring it. Innocent and near domestic in a way that felt scarily right.
Until your hands traced down his chest and your mouth found his again, slower and sweeter â until his hands tangled back in your hair and yours lowered to his waistband.
With a gentle tug, your mouth parts and he takes full advantage, slipping deeper. Dress riding up as his hips pressed into you. Whether it was intentional or not didnât matter. No dignity in the way you were still bare beneath your dress, ruining the outside of his pants and no shame in the way he was enjoying it either.
He groaned at how earnest you were.
âItâs late. You should rest.â
âItâs only ten,â You exhale. âWant you â need you, please.â You ground down against him to emphasize your point, which was quickly returned with an upward roll of his hips in response.
His knee-jerk reaction was to let things cool down back to a comfortable simmer, lest he be burned. If he were lying to himself, he would say that was what he wished to do right now. Because wanting someone so badly it bordered on a need as fundamental as oxygen scared the shit out of him. But something about you had always made him too honest.
âOkay.â
You observed him, now a bit apprehensive yourself.
âYou sure?â Suddenly worried that you were being pushy. Or that he didnât want you to that extent, or maybe he was already regretting what had happened, or â
You feel his hand slide around to cup the side of your face, taking your lovesick, hungry eyes in his own.
âYes.â He utters the single word with the amount of conviction usually reserved for when lives were at stake. And, well, maybe his was.
It wiped away any doubt you had left.
You move your hand to smooth over his length through slick fabric. He groans, but he doesnât tell you to stop. âOne condition,â
You look up at him, eager.
âYou tell me if itâs too much.â He says sternly but not without warmth, leaning to kiss once under the curve of your jaw. âDeal?â The offer rumbles low and hot against your cheek as his hands come down, tracing the curve of your hips.
âIâve done plenty more in one night than this.â Your retort wouldâve sounded a lot cooler had your delivery not come out heady and a bit strained.
âIs that a challenge?â His gaze flitted down to your lips, smiling. A man who didnât seek out challenge, per se, but wouldnât back down if an especially beautiful one ended up in his lap.
You lean in, lips near the shell of his ear as your fingers began to work down the buttons of his shirt. âIâll take whatever you give me.â
Now, that shot heat straight under his skin.
Once his shirt hung open, you traced a hand down his chest â just slow enough to see his skin prickle in wait. You shifted off his lap and next to him on the couch, turning to face him as you propped your knees under you on the cushion. Gradually, you start unbuckling his waistband.
His hand smooths over the back of your head gently. Grounding you both without saying a word. You look up at him, his breathing was heavier than before, eyes trained on where your hands slid under fabric, pulling him out.
You wrap your fingers around just the head to start, twisting up and down. And the way his breath hitched did more than any praise ever could. You spread what he had leaked fully down his length, soothing the friction as you add just enough pressure to make his mind go blank.
âMm,â He moans, and a single noise had never sounded so sweet. âJust like that.â
You continue, stroking up and down his length. Fully hard in your grasp now, and if it werenât so lewd, you would tell him your mouth was watering. So, you settled on showing him instead.
You leaned forward, lowering your face into his lap. Your tongue traced around the tip, catching its wet grievances on your tongue, before pulling back to leave a short kiss above the base. The act sent a twitch through his nerves and down his cock, giving you a certain satisfaction you didnât know you needed until now.
Finally, you take him in.
The feeling of your cheeks hollowing around him as you sunk down was gut-wrenching, perfect. Mind-numbing in a way he assumed most drugs couldnât even touch. Your nose bumped into skin, holding yourself there before slowly sliding back off. Spit dribbles down your lip as you catch your breath and he swipes it away with his thumb. Always attentive to you no matter the circumstance â and, fuck, did it turn you on.
You take him in your mouth again, this time reaching your hands around the base to supplement. The sound as you pushed his cock in and out was obscene, shooting something molten through his veins.
âFuck â youâre really good at that.â He gasped with a strangled chuckle.
He was in disbelief of whatever he had done to deserve this. Never having bought into religion, he found himself thinking that maybe there was a god â some sort of higher power. And it existed in the form of you making him whole and then broken again within the same drag of your lips.
Previously braced against the side of your head, you feel his hand drift down your back, stopping to push down gently at the base of your spine, indicating for you to lift your hips. You follow suit, arching your back for him.
His hand smooths down the curve of your ass and traces up and down the back of your thigh once, as if thanking you, before then lining up his fingers to your entrance once again. He slides them into you carefully, noting how you squeezed around one finger, quickly followed by a second.
Thrusting in and out of you, he matched the pace of your mouth. You hummed around his length, taking his fingers at the same time. It made you feel depraved in the best way â only for him.
Each take of your mouth got faster, and he followed, plunging deeper until you were so dizzy you were acting on baseline instinct: donât stop. However, Robert wanted to pace himself.
Gently, he pulled his fingers from you. You feel them wrap around the back of your neck, careful but firm, causing your core to flutter around the emptiness in protest. You look up at him, dazed.
âSo pretty.â He remarks, entirely sincere.
Despite everything that had happened so far, this made you blush the most. Aching for more and skin flushed hot, he didnât want to make you wait any longer.
You sit back up, lifting your arms as his hands reach to the bottom of your dress, pulling it up over you. You were a sight to behold, he thought, kissing your stomach as he went. It knocked the air right out of his lungs.
Dress off and forgotten, he guides you by the waist, laying you down on your back against the cushions and positioning himself above you.
âBed?â He asks, slightly breathless. Worried that taking you on the couch read a bit too casual than this all meant to him.
You shake your head, too impatient. âNext time.â You nip at his bottom lip, sealing the promise.
And Robert knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
After adding a pillow underneath your hips, he takes his length in his palm. Stroking a few times as you watched, hungry.
âPlease,â You beg. âWant to feel you.â
âI know.â He coos, leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your ear. âJust wanted to hear you say it.â
Had his admission not made you so lightheaded, you might have rolled your eyes.
Ultimately just as impatient as you were, he brought the tip to your entrance, finally sinking into you. Slow, so you felt every drag of his length against your walls. You couldnât help but clench around his cock as he fully seated himself inside you, sending a raw shiver up his abdomen.
The angle of your hips had him pushed up against that same spot he found earlier. He was fairly certain, but brought his palm over your stomach to check. Pressing just enough to feel you involuntarily tighten around him â definitely it. You whined, but he moved quickly, swallowing it down as his lips caught yours.
After one more tender kiss to remind you that he cares, he starts thrusting in and out of you. Easy at first, reading your reaction. Once he was sure you could handle more, he picked up the pace.
Realistically, you knew the drinks had to be leaving your system by now. But you still felt buzzed â drunk on him alone. On the way he filled you up over and over until you didnât know where he started and you ended.
Sharp noises broke from your throat as he pushed into you, not letting up. Still, you wanted more.
âHarder,â You choked out, throwing away the last shred of propriety you had left.
He wanted to question it â to check in. But the most he could muster was a twitch upward of his brow before letting the fire of your words burn away his conscious. Giving in.
Each snap of his hips met yours, dedicated and stronger. Hitting that spot deep inside your core that made you see stars. Your pulse thumped in your peripheral as his hand smoothed strands of hair from your face. He watched intently as his breathing grew more labored, revering in the image of you.
Your arms wrap around his neck momentarily as you bore down on his cock, noticing the muscles coiling low in your stomach. Body indicating you were on the edge of surrender before you could admit it. Robert, never missing a detail, drags your focus back up to him as he speaks.
âYou close?â He breathes out.
Your throat hitches. âAlmost.â
âLift your knee for me.â He instructs, patting your right leg. You follow. For fucks sake, he could tell you to grab the moon from the sky and youâd find a way to do it if it meant you could always have him like this.
His hand runs down your calf, bringing your leg up over his shoulder and deepening the angle of his thrust in one motion. To his delight, it resulted in the most beautiful moan falling from your lips heâd heard yet.
He makes good use of this new position, rutting further as you both clung to the edge a little longer. You notice him twitch inside you, and he sensed you holding back again â seemingly a habit of yours. One he intended to help you break.
âLook at me,â He commands, voice still soft but with his own need peeking around the edges. You train your eyes on his, suddenly noticing the way he was looking at you. Like you were the center of everything.
âLet go." He turns to peck a hasty kiss to your ankle still held against the slope of his shoulder. "Iâve got you.â
You couldnât hold back much longer. Stubborn to your own dismay. His other hand reaches down, rubbing fast circles over your clit as he drove into you. Overwhelming in the best way.
âFuck, ah â â Body eventually caving, you cry out as your climax crashes over you.
It came in violent, unforgiving waves. Euphoric, eyes rolling back as his cock seated itself so deep you were sure to memorize the sensation. He didnât stop pumping into you, tip brushing that spot from earlier as he saw how long he could make this one last. You deserved it. All the pleasure he could give.
Strangled moans and a few expletives poured out of your mouth. Your hips jerked up, core clenching around him so desperately now he was the one seeing stars. He groaned, not able to hold out anymore.
Before impulsive turned into reckless, he pulled out of you, wrapping a hand around his cock as his release spilled out across your stomach in hot, devoted pulses. He gasped roughly, his hand eventually coming to a slow on his length.
You were still throbbing between your thighs as the aftershocks rippled through your system. Every nerve tingled; a reminder that you were alive. He gently brought your leg back down, letting go, then bracing one hand beside your head on the cushion. The other cradled your face as he breathed you in.
âYou okay?â He asked softly, admiring his work. Like he wasnât equally as fucked out.
âMhm.â A hum was all you could manage.
After taking a moment to tidy up, he brings you against him. Arms curling you into his torso. Warm. Breathes in sync and minds completely lost; a nice change of pace.
You feel the stubble along his jaw brush your cheek. âWe should have done that way sooner.â
A small laugh comes from you in response. You shake your head lazily, tracing the line of a scar across his chest with your finger.
âGuess weâll just have to make up for lost time.â
He smiles. You always were the more optimistic of you both.
sappy male reader... kising flambaes missing fingers... please and thank you <33
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The Important Hand
đïž: Flambae x masc!reader
âïž: Proof Read
â ïž: SFW/SAPPY/FLUFFY/CUTESY/AWWW/established relationship/you comfort your fiery boyfriend about his little nubs. LOL.
â The TVâs murmuring something about a cooking competitionâknives flashing, someone dicing onions with theatrical precisionâand you feel Flambaeâs hand twitch where it rests against your chest.
â âShow off,â he mutters at the screen, but thereâs something else in his voice. Something quieter.
â You tilt your head back to look at him. Heâs focused on the TV, but not really. His right hand has curled slightly, tucked between your bodies like itâs trying to hide.
â âBabe?â
â âItâs stupid.â He huffs a laugh that doesnât quite land. âJustâwatching that guy. Makes me think about⊠you know.â
â You do know.
â Youâve heard the story. Robert. The fight. The way everything went wrong in the space between one heartbeat and the next. How anger cost him two fingers and nearly cost him more.
â âHey.â You shift, turning in his arms until youâre facing him properly. âLook at me.â
â He does, but his jawâs tight. Self conscious in that way he gets sometimes, when the missing pieces feel louder than the ones that remain.
â So you lean in and kiss him. Soft. Unhurried. The kind of kiss that says Iâm here and youâre here and thatâs enough.
â When you pull back, you catch his right hand before he can tuck it away again. You bring it to your lipsâpress a kiss to his palm first, then his thumb, then each finger thatâs still there. Taking your time. Making it deliberate.
â Then you kiss the space where the others used to be. The pinky. The ring finger. Just the tender nubs remaining, the ghosts of what was two little fingies. Flambae makes a soundâsomewhere between a laugh and something shakier.
â âWhat are youââ
â âShh.â You kiss them again. âThese too. All of you.â
â His breath catches.
â You guide his hand up, settling it against your cheek, and he cups your face like youâre something precious. His thumb brushes your cheekbone, and his eyes are doing that thing where theyâre too bright, too soft, too much.
â âYouâre ridiculous,â he whispers.
â âYeah, but you love me.â
â âI really do.â
â You turn your head just enough to kiss his palm again. âBesides,â you murmur against his skin, âyouâve still got your ring finger on the left hand.â
â He blinks. Then he gets it.
â His laugh this time is realâsurprised and warm and a little watery. âYou are such a sap.â
â âThatâs what really counts, right?â You grin. âThe one that matters.â
â Flambae pulls you back against him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His right hand stays cradled between you both, but itâs not hiding anymore. Itâs just there. Part of him. Part of this. On the TV, someoneâs plating a dessert with gold leaf and unnecessary flourishes. Neither of you are watching.ââââââââââââââââ
‷ ă SYNOPSIS ËËË In which Robert is sick of playing eye tag with you, and decided that SDNâs annual Banquet is the perfect time to make that clear...only, you seem to make it your goal to make him as worked up as possible. :: AFAB!reader x Robert R.
CONTENTS - everyone seems to keep you away from Robert grrr, oral sex m!rec, multiple creampies (wrap it up), ridiculous tension, exhibitionism and dumbification if you squint, z-team cameo, light choking, marking, p in v, porn with plot, nervous Robert blink and you miss it, spanking, fingering f!rec, deepthroating, slight breath play, Robert is obsessed with your eyes/eye contact, idek this shit just raunchy...
GENRE & WC - smut, 7.4k (oops..)
authors note: not fully edited lawddd, but enjoy
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â The faint buzzing in your purse caused you to perk up ever so slightly, hands reaching into your small purse to dig out your phone.
The buzzing seemed to catch the attention of your teammate, and âdateâ, Victor. His large bat ears twitching as he glanced over at you for just a moment before returning to the back of the drivers head.
âRobert?â Victor questioned, his gaze still locked forward. He was fully aware of whatever weird HR violation you and Robert had going on, often being subjected to hear you ramble about it after work every dayâŠhence why heâs even your date tonight in the first place. You want Robertâs attention, his jealousy. So of course he would help you, like any good friend.
And dammit, if Victor wasnât ecstatic at the opportunity to piss off Robert. Two birds with one stone.
âGod, i hope so.â You grin, biting your glossed up lip as you open your phone, the bright glow causing you to squint for a moment as it illuminated your face in the dark car, all the while you pointedly ignoring the small head shake and snicker Victor gives you. Though the moment your eyes land on your message notifications, they practically light up.
Robert : 8:38pm â
â Hey.â
âOn your way yet?â
You scan over the text quickly before your fingers are flying over the keyboard, typing up a response so uniquely you that youâre sure Robert rolls his eyes when you send it.
You : 8:39pm â
âWhy? Do you wanna see me that badly?â
You wait impatiently for his reply as you watch the 3 bubbles pop up in the corner of your text, heeled foot tapping against the floor of your Uber. Meanwhile Victorâs getting invested now, his blinded gaze finally leaving the back of the drivers head as it makes its way to you. âWhatâd he say?âActually, what did you say?â He questioned as his eyes narrowed for a moment.
âJust waitâŠheâs typing.â You huff in response, to which Victor holds his hand up in mock surrender.
Robert : 8:41pm â
âMaybe. Is that an issue?â
You nearly squealed like a school girl. You were an absolute sucker for your ridiculously hot ( and miserable ) boss-of-sorts. The way he seemed to handle your attitude and teasing so easilyâŠthe idea of it made you dizzy and fuzzy in the legs. You quickly shook off the thoughtsâyou had to reply; and fast.
You : 8:43pm â
âMmmâŠno.â
âJust wanted to hear you say it.â
You grinned at your own reply, but before you could even think at what he would say, his reply was sent.
Robert : 8:43pm â
âThought so. Let me know when you get here.â
It's like he nearly predicted your text.
What he couldn't predict? The fact that you wouldn't listen.
You've arrived at the banquet with not as much as a text to Robert about your arrival, your arm was snuggly wrapped around Victors as the two of you walk inside, allowing yourself to admire the large ballroom.
A gorgeous high painted ceiling with dangling chandeliers, your eyes darting around the circular ballroom to the velvet-floored hallways, each leading to a guest's suite, your rooms keycard now snug in your purse.
"Hey...i'm gonna leave you alone for just a sec, alright?" Victor suddenly speaks up, his tone suspiciously sheepish.
"Victor-?" You spoke up, only to see a small white baggy peak from his pocket as he walked off, his arm untangling from yours. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"I'll meet you at the table!" He calls over his shoulder, giving a small wave before he disappeared into the crowd.
"Asshole.." You muttered, letting your gaze scan the room, eyes lingering for an extra second on familiar faces...and when the eyes you felt burning into the back of your skull became almost unbearable, you finally crane your neck, looking over your shoulder to meet the gaze of familiar-dark and serious, eyes.
Just as a grin began to form on your lips, you were suddenly tugged forward when a familiar Australian accent rang out in your ears.
"Late, as always," Malevola teased, pulling you along to dance. "Y'know, Robert's been looking for you since he got here,â She snickers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you swayed.
"I know, he texted me." You replied with a grin, taking the moment to glance back over your shoulder.
And you couldn't hide the shiver you felt when you realized he was still looking right at you.
You decide to play it off, flashing him a smile before turning back to Malevola, your conversation inaudible to Robert from across the room as he narrowed his gaze in your direction, almost desperately trying to read your lips.
"If he keeps this up, he'll burn two holes into your head at this rate," Malevola spoke up over the music, almost sighing as she shakes her head.
"You think so? We've played longer games of whatever this is, believe it or not." You replied, nearly grinning to yourself as you swirled the wine in your glass--which you had swiftly taken from a waiters tray when he breezed by with the quick offer.
"Maybe you should give him a break? Actually speak to him?" Malevola questions, almost, just almost, feeling bad for Robert with your obvious teasing.
"Probably...I was hoping he'd decide to come up to me..but I guess he's being patient," you huffed, cheeks puffing for just a moment before looking back at Robert. only to find him seated at a table. Alone.
"...But I've never been patient, honestly." You shrugged, giving Malevola a swift wave before turning on your heel and making a beeline for Robert, eyeing his black satin button up and the way it fit him in a way that was almost sinful.
When you finally made your way over to Robert, you sat down beside him, your chair facing his as you leaned an elbow onto the table.
"You never texted me," Robert spoke up the moment you sat down, forcing himself to keep his gazed locked on his drink. "Was it on purpose? Or do you just enjoy fucking with meâ?" He questioned, his tone laced with sarcasm as usual, but a hint of something else was in his voice. restraint, maybe?
"Maybe. Is that an issue?" You mocked, quoting his text from earlier with a shit eating grin on your face.
His gaze immediately narrowed, biting back whatever slick comment was on his tongue. "Don't even start being like that. Youâ.." He cut himself off, whatever he was planning to say dying on his tongue almost immediately when he felt your heel graze the inside of his calf.
He nearly gave a sigh.
"Don't what?" You spoke, honeying your tone as you played oblivious, heel running up and down his leg slowly.
"Don't...just don't be an ass, yea?" He suddenly spoke up, rough hand grabbing your ankle under the table to stop youâand to give himself a moment to think about anything but the way you look in that dress. "Quit it, will you?" He mutters, keeping your ankle firm in his grasp.
But you didn't miss the way his thumb ran across your skin for just a moment.
Before you could speak, he sighed, pressing his forehead against his own glass of wine, his eyes shutting for a moment before they opened to find your gaze. "By the way, you...you lookâ" He began, his eyes trailing down your form before he was cut off by a voice behind him.
"Well! You've finally Arrived, Phenomenal!" Katon speaks up, his chest puffed out and confident as usual. Meanwhile Roberts eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at the interruption.
But It was Katon, Phenomaman of all people. You wouldn't choose him over Robert, that much Robert knew. You knew it too.
So when you agreed to his invitation to dance, you didn't miss the way Robert nearly shattered his glass in his hand at being blown off for the umpteenth time tonight. He was seething.
Dammit, he was needy. And you in that god forsaken dress wasn't helping him at all right now.
You spared him a singular glance over your shoulder, giving him a look and a wave before you blended into the crowd with Katon to dance.
But to Robert, you did the exact opposite. You stood out in the crowd to him like a sore thumb. Your figure swaying along with Katon--and it was pissing him off immensely. You should be dancing with him, you knew that.
So why were you so insistent on being difficult?
He saw you. Saw the way you kept glancing back over in his direction. The way you swayed a little more when your back faced him. He saw it all.
So when you excused yourself from Katon to the ballrooms balcony, he was on his feet following you.
You gave a deep sigh as you leaned on the balcony's railing, the air refreshing on your lungs and the breeze cooling down your skin, until you were suddenly warm again, looking down only to find two arms on either side of you, the familiar black satin rolled up to the elbows to reveal the even more familiar scars.
"Robert,â"
'"What the fuck are you playing at? Huh?" He suddenly snapped, his voice warm against your ear. "You've been acting up all night, the hell's your problem, huh?" He adds, grabbing you firmly by the waist as he spins you around, his gaze burning into yours.
"...Been driving me crazy all god damn night, care to explain why that is?" His voice just barley above a whisper as he speaks, his gaze dropping down to your lips for just a moment before returning to yours, quietly waiting for your response.
You had to fight for your damn life to fight back the smirk that threatened to form on your lips. You had been driving him crazy all night...and you loved the way it was turning out. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about Robert, I've been socializing, who says ive got time to be worrying about you?â"
Roberts grip tightened on your waist, tugging you closer till your noses nearly touched. "Don't give me that bullshit right now. I've been keeping my eye on you. you know I have." He spoke, the end of his sentence sounding almost breathless as his hair gently blew with the wind. His gaze locked on yours.
"I know," You whispered in return. Your own gaze unwavering, stone hard against his own as your hand moved to caress his shoulder, pulling him closer ever so slightly.
"God dammit," He sighed, pulling away as he stepped back, running a hand through his hair then down his face as he turned away from you for a moment, taking in a deep breath--like he was trying to control himself, undoing the top button of his shirt before finally turning back to you. "youâ"
"What're you two doing out here? Party's inside, bitches," Alice's voice suddenly rang out, her half pink and half blue bob seeming brighter under the balcony lights, causing a grin to fall onto your lips at Roberts frustration. he looked like he was about to snap.
"Yea...weâ" You began before Robert spoke over you, his gaze still locked on you as he spoke over his shoulder. It seems no one could finish their sentences right about now.
"We..were just about to head back inside." He spoke, his tone suspiciously measured as he raised his brows at you in silent warning.
Only when Alice walked back inside did Robert Practically pounce on you, leading you back inside by the wrist as he kept his gaze cool and measured as you both weaved through the crowd and upstairs--to the suites.
"Thought you were all calm and collected Robert, what happened to 'not in a business setting'?â" You snickered as he practically shoved you into his suite. Your purse sliding off your arm onto the small dining table.
Though, before you had the chance to admire the absurdly large Suite SDN gave him, you were being spun around, stumbling until your lower back hit the back of the suites gray couch. One of Roberts hands landing firmly beside you on the couch, the other on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips finally crashing onto yours.
It wasn't soft, it was needy, desperate. Like he had been aching for this moment and was finally letting It all out. His tongue swiped against your lips before slipping past, giving a soft groan as he pressed closer to you.
The kiss was dizzying. He barley gave you a moment to breath, leaving you gasping against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling breathlessly when he picked you up by the thighs, staggering to sit on the couch with you perched on his lap.
His hands were greedy, exploring every inch of your body they could reach as his lips stayed on yours.
"Never knew you were so needy," You teased against your mingling breaths, only for him to wrap his hand around the nape of your neck and pull you back into the kiss.
"Shut it." He muttered in reply between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip enough to make you gasp before slipping his tongue back past your lips. His free hand finding purchase on your hip, holding you down firmly on his lap.
You couldn't help the moan that slipped past your lips as he held you down against his lap, feeling somethingâhim, between your legs. You felt a rush of pride as you rolled your hips against his own, pulling a gasp from him before he held your hips still.
"You keep pushing your luck," Robert muttered, pulling back from the kiss as his hands rested on your hips, his thumb running over the skin of your dress as he tightened his grasp periodically.
He fought back a grin when you followed his lips for a moment when he pulled away, scoffing at the small, almost unnoticeable frown that formed on your lips.
You wanted to make a sly remarkâanything, just for the sake of being difficult. Yet you only found yourself staring at him, not quite catching whatever look he gave you before Robertâto what you could only name, manhandled you over his lap, one hand holding you down while the other rested on the back of your thigh.
âMaybe.., I should fix that.â He spoke with a quick raise of his brows, tone cool and measured as he began pulling your dress up, the fabric scrunching up right on your hips to reveal your panties underneath.
Your gaze widened at the sudden predicament you found yourself in, collecting your thoughts before looking over your shoulder at Robert as your hands held the side of his thigh tightly.
âYou wanna spank me?â You nearly laughed. Robert was the most vanilla looking man youâve ever seen in your life. No way in hell was this man kinkyâlet alone into spanking. âYou wouldnât, no, you couldnât! Youâre the same guy who looked at sonar weird for liking cuffsâshit!â
Your ridicule towards him was cut short by a your gasp, followed by a sudden stinging and loud âclapâ!â as his hand landed down against your skin, the area slowly beginning to feel warm.
âIâm sorry, what was that?â He questions with feigned curiosity, his hand rubbing the reddening skin of your ass as the other held your back down.
Your hands squeezed the cotton fabric of his slacks as you took a moment to recover from the sting, your gaze firm on the carpet floor of the suites living room. "Hahâyou are fucking unbelievable, Robert..â You breathed out, a grin forming on your lips.
âIf you wanted to touch my ass that bad, couldâve just asked, yâknow.â You teased, before you felt his hand land onceâthen twice, each hit on a different cheek as you kicked your legs up with a small squeal.
âOh yeah, sweetheart?..you make it sound so easy,â He spoke, his voice lower then before as he gave a sigh through his nose.
Smackâ!
âAs if you wouldnât tease and tease, like you already have been all night.â He continues, his hand rubbing the tender skin as he chooses not to comment on the way your thighs squeeze together, only moving his hand to hold them apart.
âRobertââ You huffed out, trying not to sound as breathless as you actually were. âI thought youâd hit harder than that,â you murmured, grinning at your own comment.
âjesus, you just donât know when to quit it, do you?â He muttered, suddenly yanking you up so your back was pressed hard against his back, his knees keeping your legs pried open. Before you even had the chance to comment he landed another smack onto you, except this time right between your legs.
âShitâ!â You jolted, your thighs tensing as they tried to close, but his legs kept you openâvulnerable. Your hand reached back to tangle itself in his hair behind you, taking a moment to tug on his brunette locks, the other bracing itself on his thigh.
Robertâs hand slid down from your knee, his fingers grazing over the dampening patch on your panties. âYou love this shit, donât you?â He mutters quietly against your ear, almost like a realization.
He doesnât flinch when you tug at his hair, only letting his fingers lightly brush over your panties once more before slowly moving to pull them aside, 2 of his rough fingers trailing up and down between your slit. âFucking soaked. You get off from driving me god damn crazy, pretty? Being all rough with you causeâ you pissed me off?â He spoke, and he nearly scoffed when you gave a soft sigh.
âMhmâŠpissed off is a damn good look on you,â You breathed out with a smile as you felt his finger circle your clit, hands tightening in his hair again for just a moment. Your back arched against his touch as he pressed down a little harder, his free hand rubbing up and down your waist.
âyouâre annoying as all hell, i hope you know that.â He mutters quietly agaisnt the skin of your neck, his lips brushing your pulse as he nips at the warm skin before soothing the sting with a lick.
âYou love it,â You teased, and all he gave in response was a small hum against your neck before his hand on your waist slid down, slipping in 2 fingers, letting them curl agaisnt your gummy walls. His other hand remaining focused on your clit, teasing with feather light circles.
âMmnâGod..â You moaned softly, biting down on your bottom lip as your hips rocked against his fingers, leaning your head back onto his shoulder as he continued peppering kissing and leaving bruising marks along the column of your throat. He gently groaned when you tugged on his hair again, his hips bucking up instinctively before relaxing.
His fingers continued their ministrations, scissoring you open as he kept his face buried in your neck. Your moans and whines made it increasingly difficult not to just fuck you stupid on the couch. When he pulled away from your neck, His hand slipped away from your clit, slowly dragging up your body, grazing your hardened nipples before wrapping around your throat.
Not enough to make it hard to breathe, but enough to let you know he couldâand would, if he was tempted.
You whined at the loss of his hand, but it was quickly forgotten when his fingers brushed against that soft spot inside you, starring your vision for a moment as you squirmed, your breathing becoming labored.
âLook at you now, what happened to all that talk, hm? Havenât even fucked you yet and youâre all whiny.â He couldnât help but snicker, tightening his grip for a moment when you didnât reply. âI asked you a question, pretty girl. Answer it.â
You bit at your bottom lip, your hand coming down from his hair to cup your boob, toying with your hardened nipple as your hips squirmed, letting your clit grinding against his palm.
âKeep going,â You breathedâbegged. You could be difficult later, right now all you wanted was for the knot forming in your stomach to be satiated.
Robert gave a half-hearted scoff as a small smile fell onto his lips. âThought so,â
His forearm flexed as he began to quicken the pace of his wrist, your cunt squelching with each thrust of his fingers. Meanwhile your back arched, hands toying with your breast as you moaned you pleas of âbeing so close.â
"Ngh, fuck! Robert, m'comingm'comingâ!" You gasped out, vision nearly blurring as one of your hands grasped his wrist, feeling the knot in your stomach come undone as you tried to catch your breath, your thighs shaking as he kept them pried open.
When he finally felt you squeeze around his fingers, his grasp on your throat loosened slightly, letting you ride out your high as his continued to pump his fingers until you began to whin that it was 'too much'.
"Oh, so now you wanna complain?" Robert mocked, his hands rubbing the inside of your thighs before maneuvering youâslightly gentler than before, as he puts you on the floor, the soft carpet grazing your knees as you knelt infant of his man-spread form.
You finally caught your breath, hands resting on Roberts knees are you gazed up at him, eyes glossed over with need. "What? You want me to suck your dick?" You questioned between deep breaths, a grin forming on your lips as you gazed up at him.
"And if I do? You gonna do it, or you going to whine that it's 'too much' again?" He snickered, only for his smile to falter slightly as you reached for his slacks, hurriedly tugging down the waist band along with his boxers, his cock suddenly springing free.
You took a moment to admire him, his cock long and veiny, twitching with need as a drop of precum dripped down the side from his reddened tip. You took him into your hand, gently stroking him as you leaned forward, your gaze never leaving his as you licked your lips.
âYou think I can't take it? You've really gotta cool your ego, Robââ You began, continuing to be difficult as always until Robert took ahold of his cock from you, swiftly leading your head closer by your jaw and squishing your cheeks to open your mouth.
âOpen up. Tongue out.â He ordered, his tone not leaving room to argue.
You didn't hesitate to stick out your tongue, feeling the weight of his tip against it as he slowly began sliding himself deeper into your mouthâinch by inch, every bob of your head taking him deeper.
âYou wanna act like you can take it? Then take it, and stop fucking talking for once,â He nearly groaned. His head tilted back as his hand found purchase in your hair, guiding your head across his length. Meanwhile you gave a small moan around his cock as he guided your head, gagging around his length.
âFuck, youre so pretty like this..should keep this bratty mouth stuffed more often, hmn?â He mocked, pushing your head down til your nose brushed against his pubes, leaving you there gagging. Robert moaned your name quietly under his breath, his breathing becoming ragged and deep as he ran his free head over his face.
He kept you there till he felt your nails dig into his thigh, only then did he finally pull you back, giving you a moment to breathe as you gasped and coughed. When you finally calmed down, he guided your mouth back onto his cock, watching as your thighs squeezed and rubbed together before your hand slowly drifted down.
âHands off.â He spoke up, and when you didn't listen, he pushed your head deeper. He only eased up when we watched your hands fly away from in between your legs.
âMmnfââ You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him twitch in your mouth as his eyes rolled back, his chest beginning to rise and fall harshly.
âShit, sweetheart, mâalmost there. Keep going for me, alright?â He breathed out, his hips instinctively bucking into your mouth as you continued to gag around his length. The moment he felt your tongue trace a vein on the underside of his cock, he swore he saw stars. His whole body tensed as he came undone, his hand holding you down as he came down your throat, the feeling of you swallowing around him prolonging his high.
He let go of your hair, letting you pull back as you coughed, your voice hoarse and scratchy as you spoke with a hand coming up to fix your now tousled hair. âThat's all you got?â You scoffed, keeping up that same attitude as you looked up at him, but it was obvious you were starting to crack.
Robert couldn't control the breathy laugh that left him, sitting up as he met your gaze. âListen, if you wanted me to fuck that attitude out of you, yâcouldve just said that.â
You couldn't even think of a response before he was picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. arm wrapped firmly over your back as he made a beeline for the bedroom.
âI can walk by myself, Robert. Put me downâfuck!â You spoke, squirming in his grasp until he landed another firm smack onto your ass, causing you to tense up as you looked back, only to find him already looking back at you.
âNo. Quit the squirming already.â He replied before looking forward and opening the room door.
The moment he tossed you onto the bed, you were surrounded by a plush blanket, looking up at the curtains that surrounded the circular canopy bed. Yet you only had a moment to take in the room before Robert began to undo the ties, letting the curtains fall around the bed, effectively hiding you two from the rest of the world.
âWhatâre youââ You began to ask, keeping that smug look on your face as you looked in Robert's direction, knelt in front of your laid out figure.
âStrip, pretty.â He interrupted suddenly, fully taking off his belt that had already been undone in the living room and tossing it beside you. âBecause as much as I love you in that damn dress, I need it off. Now.â He admitted, his eyes trailing up and down your form.
âCant even ask nicely?â You snickered, taking your time as you sat up on your knees, keeping your gaze locked on his before you slowlyâteasingly, began to take off your dress, finally letting it fall off your body as it pooled around your knees, laying back down to fully pull it off.
And he smirked to find that, to his pleasant surprise, you wore no bra. Better for him.
Without another word, he leaned forward, one hand resting beside you while the other squeezed your waist, pulling you up to meet him as he kissed you just as greedily as before. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling around one another as you moaned into the kiss.
He removed his hand from your waist, moving to undo the buttons of his own shirt as he kept his lips on yours. The moment he got to the last button, he pulled the satin fabric off, prying it from his arms behind him before tossing it god knows where, his hands rushing back to find your skinâyou. He breathed deeply as his hand tangled in your hair, his hardening cock pressing against your thigh before he began moving down, trailing hot opened-mouth kisses down your hickey adorned neck and sternum until he reached the lacey hem of your panties,
He gave a huff before tearing them without a second thought, his low gaze immediately landing on your blushing clit, not hesitating when he leaned down to kiss and suck on it as you tossed your head back, thighs squeezing around his head before he pulled back.
âTurn around for me.â He whispered, placing one last chaste kiss against your clit before taking your hips to guide you as you turned onto all fours. You felt his hand push your head down against the plush pillow before trailing firmly down your back, leaving you arched downwards.
âDo you do this often with your sex dolls at home?â You spoke over your shoulder, words laced with your usual teasing and honeyed tone as you stretched your arms out in front of you before relaxing.
âYes, actually. All the time. I bend them over just like this, and fuck them for hours while i pretend theyre you.â He repliedâway too casually. His hand kneaded the skin of your ass before he let his thumb run down the puffy lips of your cunt, marveling at the way your hips squirmed and pushed back against his thumb.
âAre you always this desperate?â He suddenly fired back, raising a brow as he let his thumb circle your clit, watching you clench around nothing.
âIm never desperate, Robert.â You breathed out, but the way you shivered told a different story.
âRightâŠand I'm the president.â He snickered while pulling his hand away, pulling your hips back to feel his cock resting between your plush ass, heavy and hard.
He reached over you to grab both your wrist with one hand, his other reached beside you to grab his belt, not even blinking once before he began to tie your wrist behind you, letting your binded wrist rest on your back. He watched you squirm and tug on the new restraints with a huff.
âWowâŠlook at you, huh? How many times have you played out having me bent over in a suite?â You spoke up, giving a breathy giggle.
âOh, I don't think you wanna know.â He chuckled quietly, before moving his cock to your cunt as he guided the tip up and down your folds, using your cum as a make-shift lube.
âDonât scream, sweetheart.â He warned with a grin before he slammed his hips against your ass, filling you to the brim in one thrust as one hand rested on your hip, the other holding your bound wrist.
âOhâ!â You gasped, the side of your face nuzzling against the pillow as your back arched deeper, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle a whine that left your lips.
You felt your eyes roll back as Robert began pumping in and out of you, soft pants leaving his lips as he pressed his palm against the back of your head, fucking you into the mattress at a teasingly slow pace.
âHowâre you doing down there, pretty? Hm?â He teased, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust.
You gave a gasp as you felt his tip push against your cervix, your nails digging into your palm as you tried to catch the breath he continuously kept knocking out of your lungs.
The way he was talking wasn't helping either, every comment that left his lips only seeming to make you needier.
âMhmmn. That feels so good, doesnât it, pretty girl?â He panted against your ear as his hand on your head moved to wrap around your throat once more, his hips quickening their pace. âSee how good I can make you feel when you just lose the attitude and behave?â
All you could give was a nod and whine out a pathetic âMhm!, YesâGod, yesââ , letting him marvel at just how easily he broke you down. He was so deep couldn't decipher where heâd end and you began.
You felt your vision begin to blur, your breaths labored as you blabbered absolute nonsense about wanting more and wanting it hard.
âShit, youâre so pretty, sweetheartâDonât even know what you do to me, do you?â He gasped against your shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. A groan slipped past his lips as he kept his pace quick, the force of his hips jolting you forward with each thrust just for his hand on your throat to keep you in place.
His hand on your throat only egged you on further, a dizzy, fucked-out giggle slipping past your lips before it bled into a moan, wrist still tugging on the tight leather around them.
He gave a shuddered breath when he felt your gummy walls squeeze around his cock like a vice, the faint âshlickâ echoing throughout the room as his hips rammed forward against your ass. Each of his thrust added onto the ring of white thatâs already gathered on the base of his cock.
You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back as the muscles in your thighs tensed, the waves of hot pleasure shooting up your spine every time be brushed against that gummy spot inside you leaving you at its mercy. Leaving you to just feel.
The smell of sex filled your nostrils, your breath catching in your throat with every pulse and twitch roberts cock gave inside your weeping cunt. You tried to speak, to beg or mockâbut your tongue felt fuzzy and heavy against your lips.
You felt that familiar knot of pressure forming in your lower tummy, your whole body tensing as your arms writhed behind you. The feeling of Roberts tongue dragging up and down your neck only pushed you further to the edge, your legs beginning to shake as you felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you.
âYou close, baby? Gonna let that pretty pussy finish all over my cock with me?â Robert spoke, his voice low as a moan slipped past his lips, his abdomen tensing as he felt himself get closer with each pump in and out of your dripping cunt. All you could muster was a nod,feeling him twitch inside you like he was trying not to fill you to the brim right then and there,
âCmon sweetheart, finish for me. And let me see that pretty face while you do.â Robert urged teasingly, watching as your glossy eyes focused back onto his. âOh, and say thank you.â He whispered against your ear.
The moment your gaze met his, he was a goner. Your fucked out expression was enough to tip him over the edge as he kept his gaze locked on yours. His eyes fluttering as he spilled his seed into you, the sudden feeling sending you crashing over the edge with him.
âRobert, fuck, thank youâ!â You managed to blabber out between your muffled moans into the pillow. Your arms and thighs tensing as your vision went white before you blinked all the stars away.
Robert continued to fuck you through the aftershocks, his hips stuttering for just a moment as he groaned against your shoulder blade.
The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, roberts hand leaving your throat as he undid the belt around your wrist before tossing it aside just as before.
Robert quickly flipped you around, the tip of his half-hard cock still inside you as his hands caressed the underside of your thighs before he slowly began pressing them further, and further, until he had you folded into a mean mating press with your calves dangling off his shoulders.
You gave a small groan as you adjusted to the sudden change in position, the hunger in Robert's eyes still visible as you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your eyes trail down his scarred torso.
Suddenly without warning, Robert bottomed himself out inside you once again, groaning at the way your gummy and overstimulated walls practically hugged his cock like they were made for each other.
Your hands immediately began scrambling, one tugging and tightening in his hair while the other found purchase on his back, nails digging into the already scarred skin as you tilted your head back, mouth hung open as you let out a string of moans, every pump of his cock inside your greedy cunt quickening his pace.
Robert swore it was the most beautiful thing heâs ever heard.
His hands held your waist tight, leaving you arching up as he kept pulling you back to meet his thrust, his cock pulling out of the tip before slamming back in, kissing your cervix enough times to make your body jump.
âShiiitâsâtoo much, Robertâmmn!â you whined out, head still tilted back as he fucked you stupid, your attitude lost somewhere deep in the depths of your brain that refused to function right now.
âEyes on me baby. Look at whoâs making you feel this good, yea? Whoâs using you like youâve practically been begginâ him to.â He spoke firmly amidst your gasps, one hand moving up from your waist to grasp your chin, leaning your head forward as he made sure your eyes were locked on him.
His head moved down to let his lips graze your tits, his tongue swirling around your perky nipple as his mouth closed around it, watching your back arch before switching to give the other the same attention, all the while his eyes remained locked on your hazy ones.
The way his chest pressed against your inner thighs left you folded like a lawn chair, his cock pumping deeper at the welcoming angle. You couldn't even think, mustering up a slurred âPleaseââ
You were a writhing mess, Roberts hands back on your waist as he made your back arch up towards him. You nearly squealed when you felt his hand pressing down on your lower stomach, a curse slipping past his own lips as his brow furrowed at the feeling.
âYou take me so good, gorgeous...I've got you.â Robert whispered, leaning forward as his free hand raised up to your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip before sliding it past, groaning as he felt you bite down and run your tongue over it.
You two were both a panting and sweaty mess, curses and murmurs slipping past both your lips before you suddenly heard a door slam, and what followed after was a stuttering and nervous voice.
Seems Waterboy was still on janitor duty for tonightâŠeven though Robert swears blazer said he could take off.
âAnyâŠAnyone hereâIn here?â Herman spoke up, his cleaning supplies in his bag as his voice rang out.
The two of you were hidden from the poor man's view by the curtain around the bed, yet you still froze in place, his cock stilling as it remained stuffed inside your cunt. He wouldn't move, christ, he wouldn't even breathe.
Until he felt you clench around him, a small sigh leaving him as he kept his face in the crook of your neck.
And then he dragged his hips back and forth, slow and deep. Once, and then twice, until he found a pace that was enough to make you tense and squirm while keeping the sound of your weeping cunt muted.
âYou can be quiet for me, canât you pretty girl?â He whispered against your shoulder, a hand still pressing down on your lower tummy while his other moved to push his middle and index finger into your mouth, letting you bite down on them as you gave a shaky sigh and a nod.
He smiled at your obvious attempts to stay silent, placing a kiss onto your shoulder.
faint footsteps trail into the room, the sound of fabric on fabric ringing through the quiet room as Herman cleaned up the discarded clothes on the floor. All while Robert continued to bury his cock deep into you. He pulled his fingers from your mouth a shit-eating grin on his lips as he leaned up to kiss you, his movements teasingly slow and hard.
But you could feel how tense he was, your nails digging into his biceps as you kissed him back. He was teasing himself just as much as you by doing this, yet he maintained his semblance of control.
The moment you heard the suite doors shut for a second time, you let out a moan against Robert's lip, one youâd been holding back ever since Herman entered to clean.
Roberts' pace immediately quickened as he panted against your lipsâharder, faster. His breaths were harsh as he moved his hand from your lower tummy down to your clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud. âLook at you, pretty, all dumb and desperate for my cock like you need it to live.â He spoke, his own voice beginning to sound needy.
He was close, stupidly close, and he wanted to finish with you.
You felt tears prickling at your eyes from the sheer fucked-out bliss you felt, gasping and whining out half-prayers, half pleas for more.
Robert's thrust grew sloppy and uneven as he felt you clenching around him, your cunt sucking him in so tight heâd think you didn't want him to leave. His rhythm grew completely offâall because of you, and what you didn't even realize you did to him.
His free hand flew to your waist, his grip bruising as he kept you close to him, moans spilling from both your lips like some erotic harmony as you both chased your release. He's muttering breathlessly against your shoulder, as your nails dragged down his back.
âFuck-sâgoodâRobert, mâclose..â You whimpered against his lips as he went to kiss you, tongue and teeth clashing with pure need.
âThats it, sweetheartâcmon.â He grunted, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside of you, a shudder running through your wrecked body when you cried out a moan due to him continuing to fuck you through your undoing.
âToo much, pleaseââ You nearly sobbed from the sudden overstimulation, catching your breath with a sniffle as he slowly pulled out with a groan, letting your legs fall onto the bed on either side of him, aching.
Robert quietly mourned the loss of your warm cunt before hands found your face, pulling you into a kiss.
Except this time it was softâgentle. Like he was conveying every deep-seated feeling he had harbored for you into it.
âDont ever fucking make me chase you around like that again, pretty.â He whispered against your lips, nearly pleading between laboured breaths as he rested his forehead against your own.
âYoure mine, alright?â He added quietly before kissing you again softly.
You gave him a lazy nod, your body too tired to muster up the energy to speak, simply finding yourself melting into the comfort of the bed, your eyelids beginning to feel heavy.
âHeyâŠlet me get you cleaned up, sweetheart..then you can sleep.â He murmured softly as he got off from above you, placing one last kiss onto your tummy.
You gave a soft grumble in protest, reluctantly opening your eyes as you watched him pull back the curtains, revealing the before messy room to now be organized.
âHuh. Guess Herman did a pretty good job,â Robert spoke with a small chuckle before heading towards the suite's bathroom.
You laid there, eyes quietly roaming your surroundings before a small chuckle left your lips, causing Robert to come back with a damp rag and confused look on his face.
âWhatâs so funny, sweetheart?â He spoke, not being able to help the chuckle that followed after watching you.
âJustâŠâ You spoke up, voice hoarse. âi always thought you were a vanilla kinda guy,â you whispered with a small snicker, jolting when the cool rag gently brushed against your sensitive cunt.
âWell,â Robert shrugged, gently cleaning you up. âNow you know I'm not.â He murmured, taking a shirt he grabbed from his suitcase and gently helping you put it on.
âNow, quit questioning how kinky I am and get some sleep.â He spoke, laying down beside you as he tugged the blanket over both of you.
âThe banquet isnât that important anyways.â He whispered against your hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he let himself relax.
You all but melted into Robertâs arms, cuddling up close to him as you found yourself dulling into sleep almost immediately
And as you drifted off, you found yourself thinking you could really get used to this.
