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☘︎ ݁˖ ᴀɴʏᴀ……21, she/her, black. DNI if you’re under 18, have an ageless/blank acc, don’t like taboo kinks.

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Dispatch but in College -- Based on fanart from akarugon_ on Twitter (Link to fanart: 1 2 3)

A threesome with Robert and Sonar 🖤

Robert doesn’t really party, ironic for someone in a frat house that threw parties at least every other weekend at the most. He’d rather be in his room watching tv and staring at the wall than given some unknown mix of a drink and told to mingle.

He didn’t sleep around despite people thinking he did, he didn’t go on many dates and he wondered if that’s why Victor (Sonar) dragged him out so damn often. If anything Robert would assume the bat hybrid wanted him with the way he’d be drooling all over him and hanging off his arm at every party.

And all of that was funny considering he did have a girlfriend.

But that wasn’t to say he didn’t have fun at the parties, he just, wasn’t very social with anyone who came his way. He was too awkward, too dry for people to get he was cracking a joke, and a little too shy. Even with the alcohol it just amplified the qualities. Once he made a girl fall asleep when he got too drunk and ranted about the mechanics on one of his projects.

He just wasn’t a party or one night stand guy.

He wished he could be like his friends but he was also extremely grateful that he wasn’t. He liked his bubble, he liked people watching, he liked—

“Robbieee Baaabyyy,” a chipper voice called out making his eyes slowly drift over to the source, even with the music he could pick out that voice anywhere.

You.

There was a reason why Robert didn’t entertain other girls if they tried, why he kept his sex life as his own business. Because somehow he landed one of the prettiest girls he had the pleasure of laying eyes on. It wasn’t official or anything but he was pretty sure it was mutually exclusive. Or at least he hoped because he quite literally only slept with you and saw you.

He took the last swig of his beer, tossing away his empty red solo cup and watching you as you approached him. He leaned back on the couch, shifting to give you some room on his lap as you settled overtop of him, already having had a lot to drink.

Robert chuckled as you draped your arms over his shoulders, wrapping around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. He pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw.

"Where have you been?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You leaned closer to him, your fingers tracing soft patterns across his neck, sending shivers up his spine. The alcohol made everything feel more intimate, your touches more electrifying as your breath warmed his skin. He gripped you a bit tighter, his hands roaming down your thighs, wanting to pull you even closer.

"Around. Enjoying the party for once," you replied with a smirk, your lips ghosting over his pulse point. “I just barely escaped Victor trying to make me do another keg.”

That made Robert scoff, rolling his eyes at the mention of the hornball who was currently stumbling through the living room with a group of frat boys, undoubtedly on the quest of getting you or some other girl to hook up with him.

"He's insufferable," Robert grumbled, his thumb tracing the waistband of your leggings, tempted to slide his hand underneath your shirt.

You giggled, shifting your weight so you were straddling him, your thighs squeezing tighter around his waist. The alcohol was definitely starting to take a toll on you as you became more clingy, not that he was complaining.

"Jealous much?" You teased, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, your other hand sliding up his chest.

"Why would I be jealous of a manwhore?" Robert retorted, his gaze roaming over your face as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to expose the soft skin of your waist.

He was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol himself, his thoughts becoming less coherent and more instinctual. He knew he should probably rein it in, but it was hard when you were so damn tempting and it had been a few weeks since you last slept together.

You hummed, your lips brushing against his throat, your hips rolling against his in a slow, sinful motion. The party continued around you, but it all faded to the background as his attention zeroed in on you.

His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer, his breath coming in short bursts. Robert groaned, his restraint crumbling with every touch.

"You're doing this on purpose," he murmured, tilting his head back, baring more of his neck to your mouth.

You smirked against his skin, your teeth grazing over his pulse point, enjoying the way he shuddered beneath you. Your hand dipped beneath his shirt, tracing a slow path up his side.

"Mmh, maybe." You admitted, your thumb rubbing circles against his abdomen, slowly working your way lower. "Someone’s been too busy to fuck his girlfriend. Im deprived.”

Jesus Christ

Robert's brain short-circuited at your words, the bluntness of your statement sending a jolt of heat through him. Part of it was you literally just acknowalged you were in fact dating, he couldve squealed if he was alone, the other part was you were being more bold than usual.

He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into your hips, trying to resist the urge to grind up against you like a desperate teenager.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes darkening as he met your gaze, his expression a mix of desire and resignation.

"We're in public," he protested weakly, his voice low and strained.

You shrugged, your fingers tracing the defined ridges of his abs, your touch teasing and light. He was so tense, trying to hold back, and you found it incredibly amusing.

"So?" You purred, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. "Don't think anyone’s paying attention and nearly everyone's outside." The music was too loud, and the people dancing too drunk to notice what was happening on the couch. And it was a party, usually at least one couple fucked on the couch each time.

Robert's resolve crumbled under your heated gaze, your touch making it impossible to think straight. He swallowed hard, his fingers flexing against your thighs.

"You're insufferable," he growled, his grip tightening as he shifted beneath you, his hips risingslightly to meet yours.

You grinned triumphantly, reveling in the effect you had on him. Your hands moved up his torso, your nails scratching deliciously across his chest.

"You love it," you murmured, your lips skimming along his jaw, trailing down to his neck.

You bit down on the sensitive skin, your teeth sinking in just enough to leave a mark. Robert cursed under his breath, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust upwards.

Robert's head tilted back, a moan slipping from his lips as you marked him, his self-control slipping through his fingers like sand. Your nails and teeth on his skin, were driving him to the brink of madness.

His hands roamed over your body, skimming up your thighs, under your shirt, and cupping your breasts through your bra.

"Cock-tease." He growled, his grip becoming almost bruising as he held you in place.

You moaned at his touch, arching into his hands as he took control. Your fingers threaded through his hair, nails dragging against his scalp. He was finally giving in, and it was music to your drunken ears.

"You love it," you repeated, your lips finding his in a sloppy, heated kiss. Your tongue delved into his mouth, tasting whatever cheap beer he was sipping on earlier.

“Always gotta have the upper hand." You added against his lips.

Robert's mouth parted for you, his tongue tangling with yours in a messy, passionate kiss. His hands gripped your waist as he rolled his hips up to meet yours, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through him.

"And you like it too," he murmured against your mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment to catch his breath.

“Just can't keep your hands off me." His hands roamed lower, skimming over the waistband of your leggings.

You arched into him, your breath hitching as his hands moved lower. "Can you blame me?" You murmured, your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the taunt muscles beneath your fingers.

“You're really fuckin’ hot." You sighed out in awe.

His hands found their way beneath your leggings, his fingers dancing across the waistband of your underwear.

A shiver ran down your spine, and you rocked against him, seeking more friction. "God, Robbie, stop teasing me."

He smirked at your pleading, enjoying how eager you were for him.

“You're one to talk about teasing." He murmured, his fingers dipping beneath your underwear. He teased you, barely grazing over your clit, his touch light and maddening.

Robert's control was hanging by a thread, but he wanted to see you completely unravel first. His other hand slid up your spine, tugging at the nape of your neck, pulling you back into a deep, heated kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, your hips canting towards his touch, seeking more. Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as you tried to anchor yourself.

"Please, god, please," you murmured against his lips, your voice a desperate plea. "Stop teasing. I need you."

Your words sent a shiver down his spine, and Robert's control finally snapped. He shifted his grip on you, lifting you up and dragging you down the hall to his bedroom and kicking the door shut.

He pulled you to his bed and forced you to straddle him again as he leaned against his headboard.

You stumbled forward, straddling him and bracing your hands on his chest. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his muscles taut beneath your fingers

His fingers returned to where they were and delved lower, finally giving you what you wanted.

He hissed as he felt how wet you already were, his fingers sliding through your folds before moving back up. He pressed against your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that had you gasping, your grip tightening on his shoulders.

“You're soaked, you’ve been needing this bad haven’t you?” He murmured, his free hand sliding up your shirt to palm our tits.

“Y-yes.” You panted, your lips skimming down his neck, your teeth grazing over his pulse point. His fingers knew exactly how to make your world spin, and you were putty in his hands.

“Please, Robbie.” You repeated, your voice a needy whine as you ground down against his fingers, seeking more pressure, more friction. Your hands scratched down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake.

Robert growled, the sight and sound of you falling apart because of him was too much to bear.

He tugged at your leggings and panties, yanking them down your legs, his fingers immediately finding their way back between your folds. He pressed down on your clit, his fingers rubbing a rougher pace. His other hand went to his belt, frantically undoing the buckle, his need to be inside of you overpowering every other thought.

You moaned louder, your hands gripping the headboard to steady yourself. He was rougher now, more impatient, and it was exactly what you needed.

“Shit, Robbie,” you moaned, your hips arching into his touch. Your eyes fluttered shut, the sensations overwhelming your senses.

His fingers were relentless, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. "Please, I need—”

“I know, baby, I know.” Robert murmured, his voice raw and breathless as his fingers continued their relentless onslaught. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he was desperate to make you break.

His free hand fumbled with his belt, pulling it free and undoing his zipper with a frantic tug. He pushed his jeans and briefs down just enough to free himself, his aching cock already leaking pre-cum.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his hands gripping your hips.

Your breath hitched at the sound of his voice, raspy and filled with need. Your hands fumbled with the bottom of your shirt, desperately trying to get it off.

"Robbie, hurry," you panted, your fingers reaching between you, wrapping around his cock. You gave him a few strokes, trying to ease some of the tension, but it was just making him more worked up.

He moaned, his head falling back as he thrust up into your hand. "You're going to give me a stroke one day."

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as you stroked him. His heart was beating out of control, his nerves on fire as he fought to hold on.

"So goddamn impatient." He growled, his hands pulling you closer, lining himself up with your entrance. He was so ready for you, his cock twitching in your hand.

"Need you, right now." He murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he started to press into you.

You cried out as he entered you, your hands reaching out to grip his shoulders. The pressure was intense, your body adjusting to his thickness. But it was exactly what you needed, what you craved.

Your nails dug into his skin as you sank down onto him, a low moan escaping your lips. He filled you so perfectly, the fit almost overwhelming.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut.

Robert's grip on your hips was almost bruising as he guided you down, his hips bucking up to meet your downward movements. He moaned low in his throat, his fingers tightening as he tried to maintain control.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured, his eyes locked on your face as he thrust into you.

"Perfect, like you were made for me.” His hips moved with a practiced rhythm, each stroke hitting just the right spot.

You tried to respond, but all that came out was a jumble of moaned curses. Your brain seemed to short-circuit, the pleasure overwhelming your senses.

Each thrust sent waves of sensation through your body, your body squeezing around him greedily. Your nails scratched down his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

"More, Robbie, please, need more." You managed to gasp out, your eyes pleading with his.

Robert's control was unraveling at an alarming rate, the sound of your moaned curses and desperate plea pushing him to the edge. He quickened his pace, his movements rough and relentless. His fingers dug into your hips, his nails leaving angry red marks as he pulled you down to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so damn needy,” he growled, but his tone was affectionate, his voice hoarse.

"You want more?” He asked, his eyes staring hard at something behind you, but you were too drunk on his cock leaving messy kisses at your cervix to notice his head giving a little jerk at someone.

Before you knew it there were a pair of hands— definitely not Robert’s fondling your tits, didn’t take a rocket scientist to know it was Victor’s drunk ass. Sometimes Robert liked to share you, but only with Victor, no one else. You liked it, and it happened a few times.

Your eyes narrowed as you felt another pair of hands on you, instantly knowing who they belonged to. You moaned louder, your body arching between the two of them, sandwiched helplessly between the two men.

"Victor," you gasped out, your voice thick with pleasure. "Fuck—"

Robert cut you off with a harsh thrust, his hands gripping your face.

"Shhh... just feel." He murmured, his eyes dark and full of pleasure.

Victor's hands moved over your torso, his fingers sliding under your bra, tweaking your nipples. His face was next to yours, his eyes zeroed in on your pussy taking Robert’s cock. It was too much, too overwhelming, but you loved it.

Victor's hands grazed over your skin as he murmured praises and filthy words right into your ear. He was just as drunk as you, if not more, and he was making full use of your dazed state.

His hands continued to explore your body, his fingers tracing patterns along your skin as he played with your tits. He moaned against your neck, his hips grinding against your ass, his own hardness pressed against you.

Robert's eyes narrowed at the sight, his hands tightening on your waist. "You're both insatiable." He growled.

A sharp pang of heat shot through you, your legs shaking beneath you. It was too much, too over the top. Two mouths, four hands, all over you.

"I can't—fuck." You moaned, your head falling back against Victor's shoulder. He just chuckled, his hand sliding down between your legs, finding your clit with his fingers.

"You can." He purred in your ear, his fingers rubbing circles against the sensitive bud. Robert grunted as he thrust Into you harder, the added pressure making your eyes roll back into your head.

Your hands gripped Victor’s arms, trying to anchor yourself as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge.

Robert's thrusts were getting sloppier, his movements more desperate, but he held on, watching the way you writhed between him and Victor. Your moans and gasps were getting louder, your body trembling with pleasure.

Victor's fingers worked your clit, his touch skilled and rough. He was enjoying this just as much as you were, his own hips grinding against you roughly. He leaned down next to your ear, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

"You're so hot, baby. You look so good like this. Between me and your man. M gonna fuck you so hard when he’s done.”

Your brain was a fuzzy mess, unable to form coherent thoughts. All you could focus on was the pleasure building up inside you, the two men driving you wild. You could feel yourself clenching around Robert, your body desperate for release.

"Please, oh fuck, please." You begged, your grip on Victor's arms tightening. You were completely helpless, at the mercy of the two men.

Robert moaned at your plea, his hips snapping forward with more force. But as much as he wanted to fill you with his cum, he wanted to see Victor fuck you so he pushed you off his cock.

“Come on Victor- hurry up.” Robert groaned as he squeezed his cock at the base.

Victor was already one step ahead, his hands moving to your hips as he shifted behind you. He pressed himself against your entrance, his cock grinding against you. Your eyes widened, your hands reaching back to grab at him.

"Jesus Christ." You groaned, your voice needy and breathless. Victor moaned in response, his hands holding you still as he started to push into you.

"God, you're so tight." Victor grunted, his hips rolling forward. He was bigger than Robert, and you could feel the difference, he was half bat of course he was.

You were still in Robert’s lap, your face was next to his, one hand gripping his hair and the other holding onto Victor’s hand on your hip. Robert could hear each little punched out moan into his ear, his cock twitching between you as he gripped your thighs.

“Stroke my cock,” he grunted into your shoulder.

Your fingers fumbled and grabbed his cock, wrapping around him with a hard squeeze. He moaned low in his throat, his hips pushing upwards into your touch. He was hot and hard in your hand, and steadily leaking pre-cum.

“So damn good,” he murmured, his head falling back against the headboard. His hands moved back to your hips, helping to guide you back onto Victor cock as the hybrid began to set a relentless pace.

“You feel good inside her, don’t you?” He murmured to Victor, his grip on you tightening.

Victor groaned, his hips slamming into you rougher. "Shit, she's perfect." He growled, trying to keep his balance as the alcohol and pleasure overwhelmed him. He wasn't as rough as normal but it was still a lot for you to handle at one time.

Robert couldn't hold back anymore, his hands moving to your chin, turning your head towards him as he moved to capture your lips in a heated kiss. It was sloppy and rough, with more teeth than finesse.

"You're so good, taking both of us like this." He murmured into your mouth. "Such a good fucking girl."

Your body was on fire, the pleasure mounting higher and higher as the Victor filled you over and over again. You were completely lost in the sensation, unable to tell where one man ended and the other began.

"Oh god, please, don't stop." You moaned, your fingers digging into the wood of the headboard. You were close, so close, but you needed just a little more to push you over the edge.

Robert's hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it rough and fast as he continued to kiss you and you half stroked his cock.

And Victor whimpered when you clamped down on his cock from Robert touching your clit.

Both men moaned, the sensation of you squeezing around them was almost too much to bear. Victor's grip on your hips became brutal as his thrusts became more erratic, his breath coming in labored pants.

"I'm close, so close." He moaned, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder.

Robert couldn't speak, his fingers working your clit as he moaned into your mouth. He was so close too, but he was determined to make you come first and he wanted to finish inside you.

"Cum for us, babe." He panted as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locking with yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your body tensing as the pleasure reached a fever pitch. You cried out loudly, your hips twitching and jerking.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body clenching around Victor as you cried out. It was intense, overwhelming, and you couldn’t stop the spasms that wracked your body. You could feel Victor twitching inside you, and it sent another shiver through you.

Robert moaned at the sight of you, your head thrown back pleasure, your body trembling on top of him. He was so close, but he held back, he needed to let Victor finish first so he could get back inside your pretty cunt.

"Almost there, baby, just a little more." Victor murmured, his hands pressing bruises into your hips. His pace picked up, his thrusts becoming rougher as he chased his own release.

You couldn't speak, could barely think, you were completely wrung out, helpless between the two men. But oh how you loved it, loved being used and taken like this.

Victor's rhythm grew more uneven, his breath coming in rough gasps. He was close, you could feel it in the way his muscles tensed, the way his claws dug into your skin.

"Gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum." He growled, his hips snapping forward with a final, brutal thrust. You moaned as he filled you, the sensation sending another rough shiver through your body.

Robert cursed under his breath, his hands still gripping your hips in a white-knuckled grip. With Victor finally sated, he lifted you off his lap, manhandling you onto the bed next to him.

Your body was limp, still reeling from your orgasm as Robert flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You heard rather than saw him move behind you, his hands spreading your legs open. You were sensitive and Victor’s load was trickling out, you moaned as you felt Robert’s cock pressing against your entrance.

His hands gripped your hips, hard enough to bruise, and he sank into you in one rough thrust, a nasty squelch coming from him sinking into your cum filled cunt. You moaned loudly, your fingers digging into the bedding. He didn't give you any time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that had you crying out his name helplessly.

Victor had shoved his dick back into his pants before he sat down and made you rest your head in his lap.

"You look so good, taking him like that." Victor murmured, his fingers threading through your hair as you moaned and panted in front of him.

You moaned into his lap, your head nestled against his crotch as Robert continued to pound into you from behind. Robert grunted with effort, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you back onto his cock again and again.

"So good, so damn good." He moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared the edge.

“You’re such a good little slut for us,” Victor said, his hand gripping your chin. He tipped your head up to look at him, his thumb pressing into you mouth and holding your jaw open. You eagerly sucked on it, knowing what was coming next.

“That's it, yeah, good girl. Open up those pretty lips for me.” He groaned, his eyes dark and hot as he looked down at you. You moaned around his thumb, helpless in your position between the two men.

Robert's thrusts were becoming wilder, his grip on you growing tighter as he chased his own release. You felt so full, so overwhelmed, and yet you couldn't get enough.

“Just like that, baby.” Victor murmured, his hand still cupping your chin. “Take it all. Show him how good you can be.”

You moaned at his words, the need rising higher and higher. You were completely lost in pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts. All you could do was feel, and feel you did.

Robert's pace was becoming almost frantic now, the sounds of skin slapping and moans filling the room. His fingers were digging into your waist, holding you in place as he chased his own release.

"God, you feel so good." He moaned, his thrusts becoming shallower but harder.

His fingers pressed into your clit again, he rubbing it in rough circles. You cried out, your body clenching around his cock.

"Almost there,” he grunted, his hips stuttering against your ass when you squeezed him particularly tight.

Victor's hand pressed your face against his crotch, your mouth still open and waiting. You could feel the heat of his cock that managed to get hard all over again through his jeans, and you moaned at the thought of what was coming next.

"Such a gorgeous girl.” he sighed, his thumb sliding out of your mouth.

"Look at those pretty lips.” He tugged the waistband of his jeans down, freeing his cock from its restrictions. He was hard and throbbing again, and leaking pre-cum. You could taste the salty taste of his pre-cum as he guided his cock between your lips.

"Suck my dick, baby. Show us how obedient you can be.” He murmured.

With a moan, you did as you were told, sucking his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length. Well, it was more like everytime Robert thrusted in, you choked on Victor’s cock.

Robert cursed at the sight, his fingers squeezing your hips as he watched you take Victor's cock. Your face was flushed, your eyes were shut, and your mouth was full. You looked wrecked.

"So hot,” Robert muttered beneath his breath. He could feel the syrupy heat of your pussy around him as he moved inside you.

He was so close, but he getting off on your gettin Victor off again, he kept his fingers on your clit, each time he pinched it— your pussy would clench and weep around his cock.

"Come on, make him cum first again, I know you can do it.” He panted, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust.

You moaned around Victor's cock, your mouth working him as best as you could. Victor groaned and moaned above you, his hands gripped your hair, holding you in place. You could feel him growing restless, his thighs tensing as he neared his release.

“Almost there, almost there,” he murmured, his hips thrusting up into your mouth erratically.

“You're doing so good, baby, you look so pretty." He moaned your name, his grip on your hair tightening. With a final, muffled moan, he came hard in your mouth, your tongue getting coated in his hot load.

Your moan was muffled by the cock in your mouth, your hands digging into Victor's thigh as you swallowed every last drop before pulling off and pressing your forehead against Victor’s inner thigh.

A shiver of satisfaction went down your spine at the taste, and after a rough deep grind of Robert’s hips, you tightened up and came on Robert’s cock with a silent cry.

The feeling of you clamping down on him, brought Robert over the edge. “Shit, I’m—.” He moaned as he stilled with one final thrust, his face buried in your shoulder, his hands digging into your hips.

He painted your insides with his load, hot spurt after hot spurt mixed in with Victor’s previous load leaving your insides white and full.

They both slumped back against the bed, all of you spent and boneless. The room was quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing. It was a few minutes before anyone spoke again. Robert eased out of you and slumped back onto the bed, with you slumped down between them in the middle. All three of your breaths mingled in the air, hot and heavy.

"Well,” Victor broke the silence, his fingers toying with your hair. "That was really fucking hot, wasn’t it?"

Robert chuckled breathlessly, reaching out to wipe a strand of hair away from your face. "You have no idea." He murmured. He leaned back against the headboard, feeling the damp and sticky fabric of his sheets against his sweat-slick skin.

You just huffed and shut your eyes, silently wondering if this was going to keep being a regular thing.

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Just letting you guys know that soon you will be getting a little something based on the latest fan art of Robert and Sonar from akarugon_ on Twitter…..I usually do not do threesomes but this fanart had me geeking over being in between that so…

Links to their art:

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For the record guys, I’ve been playing and watching and playing Dispatch for the last few days so please be prepared for a longer Robert story 🥳

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Robert Robertson III

✩ smut ♡ sfw

Robert who struggles to initiate intimacy ✩

Robert fucking you in the locker room ✩

Robert jerking off to you ✩

Munch Robert ✩

A threesome with College!Robert and Sonar ✩

Other characters coming soon….

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I need an exorcism to get Robert Robertson III out of my head guys

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I tried this but made a typo and now he's in my soul

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☘︎ ݁˖ ᴀɴʏᴀ……21, she/her, black. DNI if you’re under 18, have an ageless/blank acc, don’t like taboo kinks.

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I realized I have like no personality on here, Hi hello you can call me Anya and I regularly stare at this gif whenever I look at my profile. You can absolutely send me asks and requests sfw or nsfw and I am absolutely welcomed to making new friends 🙂‍↕️ if you want to be moots then don’t be afraid to ask! I will gift you all with longer fics in the future I swear, but I bounce between fandoms so it’ll be slow😝

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Robert inhaled sharply at the scratch of your nails on his arms, the pressure making the muscle in his forearms twitch. He wasn’t usually not this in control when it came to intimacy. But what was he supposed to do when you were begging him so sweetly, your voice filling his head with dizzying waves of heat and the taste of your salt skin on his tongue.

He was quick to strip his clothes off and then your clothes tossing them across the room not really giving any fucks about where each item landed.

Your hands were everywhere, trying to touch him while his mouth and hands travelled down your neck, chest, stomach, hips, until he hooked his arms underneath your thighs.

His hands were spread over the insides, fingers digging in, they parted your legs, leaving you open completely, exposed to his ravenous eyes.

If there was one staple in your relationship, it was that Robert loved to eat pussy. He could spend hours between your legs if you let him, it made his brain quiet and not work as hard as it worked while at work.

His face was leveled with your sopping, dripping cunt, and he was looking at you like he was starving.

Your hands fumbled down, fingers coming down to grip his hair, pulling him towards you. His hands tightened on your thighs, his nails biting in, the slight sting making you whine.

And then his mouth was on you.

His hot tongue was flat against your clit, and you moaned, your head falling back. The sound reverberated around the small room, ringing in your ears as your legs came up to hook around his shoulders.

“Oh my God—” you panted. Your back arched, pressing your pussy up into his mouth. “Robert-“

His name was a plea against your lips, a desperate chant as your hands dug into his hair.

His hands slid up and his fingers dug into your hips, thumbs digging into the hollows there, holding you up against him. His mouth was voracious, lapping up your wetness hungrily, moaning against your clit. He curled his tongue, delving it between your folds, driving it up inside you, deeper.

You were a mess beneath his tongue. Not matter how many times he ate you out, you were always stupid the second his tongue got on you. His name was the only thing you could utter, mewling and whining and gasping the word against the ceiling.

Your legs were shaking around his shoulders, hips twitching and bucking up into his face. Your hands pulled and tugged at his hair, trying to get him closer somehow.

He groaned against your clit, the vibration sending a shockwave throughout your body, your hips hitching. His fingers tightened around your hips, keeping you pinned down while he ate you out expertly, like there was nothing in the world he’d rather do. Which was very much true, he would let the world end right this second if it meant he got to sit there and make you cream on his tongue.

His face tongue licked a hot stripe up your slit before circling around your clit and diving back down to your clenching hole. He lapped at your folds greedily, slurping up every drop of your wetness that came out of you.

He moaned against your cunt again, sending another shudder through your body. Every touch of his tongue sent your toes curling. You gasped and writhed, hands clenching in his hair.

“Robert,” you breathed, “God, that’s so—” Your head fell back, back arched, and the rest of whatever you meant to say was lost to a low moan as he slipped two fingers inside you, his other hand sliding under your ass.

He curled his fingers inside you, finding that spongy spot that made you see stars and pressing against it. Your legs tightened around his head, hips rutting against his face and grinding down onto his fingers. And if he suffocated, his ghost would praise that going out that way was beautiful.

He grunted when you tugged on his hair a little too hard, the sound muffled by your cunt a vibration against your swollen clit making your legs jerk and hole clench around his fingers.

Your chest was heaving, your entire body lit up with pleasure. You wanted this so bad, heat pounding through you, leaving you mindless and helpless underneath him.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “Fuck, I’m gonna—,” but the rest of the sentence broke off into a strangled yelp, your head flying back against the pillow as you came and gushed around his fingers and your clit twitched under his suctions.

[robertpilled]

The way his hand felt around his own leaking cock was nothing compared to when you did it. It was all he could think about really as he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread and his shaky breaths filling the room.

His thumb swiped over the head of his leaky tip, smearing the pre cum dribbling out all over. He’d much rather have your spit lubing up his cock instead but not everyone could have what they wanted when they wanted it.

Robert’s eyebrows were pinched and his eyes shut with the prettiest flush across his cheeks as his stroked his cock— the slick sounds filling the room.

He was a simple man and could only think of you riding him, your tits bouncing in his face and the way your eyes would flutter when he went a little too deep.

And god fuck he thought about having his face buried between your legs and the thought made a half groan half whine creep up his throat and his cock twitch in his hand. Just thinking about you creaming on his tongue was enough for his hips to jerk and his pace quicken.

He leaned forward and his scarred chest heaved as he tumbled closer to the edge, his feet were digging into the rug on the floor and his lips were slicked with spit from him biting them—he wished you had bit on them instead like you always did when kissing.

What finally pushed him over the edge was the bedroom door opening and him looking up and seeing you looking back at him with a red face. Your face alone was enough for his balls to tighten, his muscles in his thighs to clamp up and his cock jerking as he came in messy hot spurts all over his fist.

“Fuck.”

[robertpilled]

You swore he was trying to make a home inside of you in the shape and imprint of his dick. Every thrust in his hips would stutter and every pull out he let out this slight whimpering sound like being outside of you pained him.

When you came to drop off something Robert left at home you didn’t expect to have him fold you over on a bench in the lock room and fuck you within an inch of your life.

You didn’t take Robert for someone to have public sex, like ever. One second you were handing him a bag, the next your pants and underwear gone and Robert balls deep inside you like that was his job.

Your heart raced under your shirt, it felt like you could feel your pulse pounding in your cheeks with how flustered you were. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, mixing with your uneven panting and low moans that spilled out. You couldn’t help it and pressed your face to a cool spot on the bench, squeezing your eyes shut as you moaned.

Robert was holding your hips in a bruising grip, his fingers digging into the thick flesh of your hips. His mind was on one thing and that was to finish before anyone came walking to the locker room and leave you walking out of the building with his cum so deep inside you where it belonged.

The thought of almost being caught had your belly clenching in excitement, your toes curling. You moaned out something that almost sounded like “please” but your head felt like it was underwater. You were dizzy with too many feelings and there was the slightest edge to the way he held your hips like a knife under your skin.

The way Robert was just pounding it in was your undoing. Like he couldn’t get deep enough inside you. Like he was trying to make a home inside you.

“Oh my god,” you finally managed to mumble, your hands clammy and loosing their grip on the bench. You could feel the slick from your pussy sliding down your inner thighs to the bench underneath you and while you thought your moans were loud— your cunt was louder.

Robert groaned loudly, his grip on you tightening. It felt like he’d lost all control, consumed by the feel of you.

“God your pussy feels so good.” He grunted out, his eyebrows furrowed and pinched and a bead of sweat dripping dow his nose and landing on your back.

He shifted his grip on you, changing the angle just slightly to hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl.

“You love this don’t you.” It would’ve been a question but it came out more like a statement because fuck yes— you loved whatever came over him today.

One of your moans came out as a half-moan, half-laugh. He was right. “Obviously.” You panted out, trying to keep your voice from betraying just how wrecked you were.

His pace was relentless, like he was trying to make you come as soon a possible, but you could feel yourself getting close.

Robert’s fingers sank into your flesh, the sharp edge of pain mixing with the pleasure, making it feel even more intense. “Yeah but it’s nice hearing you admit it.” His tone was rougher than usual and still he was finding humor in the moment.

Your fingers curled tighter around the edge of the bench, nails digging in slightly.

“Shut up.” You managed to gasp out between breaths.

Robert would’ve replied with something a little snippy but all thought left him when he felt your body tense up and your breathing grow shallow like it always did right before you’d cum.

The feel of that change in your body had him let out a strangled curse, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he sought desperately to push you over the edge. His hand left your hip and slid down to rub quick circles on your clit.

Your eyes rolled back when he touched you, the sharp sting of pleasure going straight through you. You moaned his name loudly, completely uncaring of who heard— hell you could care less if the entire building heard. It wasn’t hard for your pussy to tighten up completely around his cock as you came with a gush and a strangled moan of his name.

The feeling of you coming around him pushed him over the edge and his grip on you was borderline painful as he groaned out your name, his hips stuttering against your ass as he came inside you.

Both of you just stayed like that for a bit, catching your breath. His hands slid up your sides to rest on your stomach, still holding you against him. “You good?” He asked, voice a little raspy.

“No, I can never show my face here again. You realize that right?”

His chest shook with a stifled snort, his hand on your stomach starting to rub gently. “Please like this is the worst thing that people have seen in the locker room.” He shifted, slowly pulling out of you with a groan.

“I hope you get fired.” You said back as you slumped against the bench.

“Yeah— you’re not the first to say that.”

[robertpilled]

Robert who despite his sometimes dry and vulgar jokes, has a very hard time initiating sex. It wasn’t that he was shy or didn’t know how to use his words, he was just awkward in everything he did, just like how his arms were too long for his body and made him look even more awkward.

He was used to his right hand before meeting you, having been single for a long while, so now having to go out of his way to get something and not just roll over and shove his hand down his pants was just something he wasn’t used to.

When he did want to start something, he would sometimes stare at you, his eyes lidded and his freckled cheeks a slight red until you got the message. Sometimes he’d find ways to brush his crotch against you, try and make you come up with the idea yourself so he wouldn’t have to. Or he’d just do…Nothing and wait till you were in the mood.

But all of that struggle to say that he wasn’t bad in bed when things did get going. Robert was a silent freak. Would wrap a hand around your throat sometimes or the few times he did manage to get some words out between his moans he’d talk about filling you with his cum. He’d bite you till it ached and shove his fingers in your mouth till you gagged and cried. He had a particular thing for watching his cock move in and out of you, it was the creamy ring around the base that always had his mouth running out the most filthy things.

It was hard to believe it was the same Robert who would blink at you with a dead stare and say the driest thing ever at the same time.

But it was, your boyfriend was a filthy little shit when he’d get past the struggle to initiate things.