dennis who likes to sit in robby's lap while he plays animal crossing, and robby who has his arms wrapped around dennis from behind, resting his head on the youngers' shoulder...
he always asks dennis questions about the game because he loves to hear him chatter excitedly and squirm in his lap as he shows robby all the villagers.
he pretends to not understand anything or remember the details just so dennis can tell him again, and robby gets more time tucked around his boy. (he thinks he's hiding this super well but dennis clocked him ages ago. he never calls robby out because he likes these cuddle and gaming sessions just as much)
Dennis comes over one night after their shift and expresses being hungry. robby is happy to make them food,,,after they buy the ingredients.
he shops for almost every meal as he is about to make them, just had that much stability in his income.
only time he doesn't is extra busy weeks. Dennis is in awe of this fact, his pantry almost only contains leftover ingredients from previous meals with a probably stale bag of potato chips and box of protein bars.
Warnings: sexting, pet names, cursing, pwithoutp, freaky what can i say
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Frank was out of town, but you needed him, needed him now.
You pick up your phone to text him, though he wasnât a big texter, it wasnât like he wouldnât try to keep the conversation going.
You open up the text thread with him.
Your thumbs dance on the screen, typing out a message.
âHey, are you busy?â You send the message.
He reads the message.
âNot busy, what's up baby?â He messages back.
You hover your fingers over the keyboard before typing back.
âI miss you..want you here.â You send. You see him type then an idea pops into your mind.
You snap a photo of yourself in the dim light of the bedroom. You were dressed in an oversized shirt, his. Nipples peaking through the fabric, it draped over your curves, covering to mid thigh.
He stops typing, likes your photo and resumes.
âFuck.â He sends.
âHoly fucking christ, teasing me are ya?â Was his response.
You smile. You knew what you were doing.
âWanna see you, gonna touch myself to you.â You slyly respond.
âShit, I'm not too hot looking right now.â He says, knowing damn well you found him attractive no matter the conditions.
He sends a photo, his shirt was off, sweat beaded on his chest made apparent by his minimal lighting. His belt was unbuckled, pants tight with a growing boner.
Exactly what you were looking for, something to fuel your thoughts.
âIâd love to get on my knees to take care of that for you.â You respond as you grope yourself over the fabric of your shirt.
âYeah, got any panties on?â His response took longer, telling you both hands were not on the phone.
âWanna see and find out :)â you type back.
âCourse i do,â
You lift the hem of the shirt, spreading your legs slightly, showing your heat, leaking need, making your thighs glisten. You angle your phone, sending the picture.
âDonât know what youâre doing to me baby.â He sends a photo with this message.
His cock is being choked by his fist, tip leaking precum, veins highlighted in the light. You figured he didnât realise it was a live photo.
You press on the photo, you watch as his hand glides up and down his length as he grunts under his breath.
âIm gonna cum, you sound so good frank.â You type back, you had barely touched yourself but as you watched the live photo over and over again it didnât take much touching.
âYeah? Cum for me, when I get back that's all you're gonna do, gonna stuff those holes real good baby.â You can hear the need through the words.
Before you reach your peak, you start a voice memo. You record the wet sounds of you fingering and rubbing yourself mixed with your pleas of his name and whimpers.
You send it and finish.
He keeps the memo, and types.
âCame all over my phone, sound so pretty moaning my name.â
AN: GUYS IM SO BUSY IM SORRY I KNOW IM SO BEHIND they will come EVENTUALLY IM SORRY
Warnings: size difference, mentions of sex, fingering etc.
Kinda just a drabble..300ish words
When you first met, you were intimidated by his height.
He teased you so hard for your height.
Things like âCanât hear you from down there.â âGod youâre so fucking small.â were common phrases, a mix of flirting and teasing.
As things heated up between the two of you, the difference in size really came apparent.
When you held hands with him, his hand engulfed yours, barely able to interlock fingers.
Hugging, your face was pressed against his chest, your arms could barely reach around him, his arms swallowed you up.
He was very gentle with you, scared he would break you.
When he passes by you, his hand placed on your lower back, his hand almost spread from one side of your back to the other.
When it came to sex, he couldnât fit it his full length in you.
He sized himself, placing the base at your cunt, the tip reached passed your bellybutton.
When he fingered you, he reached places you could only dream of.
He picked you up at any chance he got, handling you like you weighed nothing.
He loves getting things you normally canât reach, his love language.
He is your bodyguard, when the two of you go out, he is always close by making sure someone doesnât try you as an easy target.
He loves opening things for you, anytime he hears a struggle from you, heâs there in an instant doing it with ease
His hand engulfs your thigh, he loves keeping you close, sometimes you have to remind him of how close he is to your heat. He pretends he didnât realise
AN: its short,, no plot,,, just brainrot,,, im burnt out,,,, byeâŠ
You lay your phone down on the bed, slamming it against the soft pillows.
Frank was out of town âon businessâ when he said that you thought it was better to not push. Better if you didnât know.
Your phone buzzes against the pillow, it was him.
âHey darling.â His voice sounded rougher, he sounded hurt.
âHey, I miss you.â You whisper back, a weight lifted off your chest knowing he was alive.
âI was thinking of you, perfect timing.â You can hear rustling in the background.
âWhere are you?â You ask with concern. You lay flat on the bed, clutching a pillow between your arms.
He clears his throat. âHotel.â He states.
You sigh.
âOkay, youâre safe?â You ask, no way he was in a hotel, wasnât his style. Only mattered if he was safe or not.
âMhm, youâre home?â He asks. You nod then remember he canât see you.
âIâm home, in bedââ You stroke the sheets. âIt's so big and lonely without you.â You bring the phone closer.
âYou ready for bed darlinâ?â He asks with earnest.
âMhm, you?â You ask.
He chuckles. âOh yeah, in my pyjamas.â He jokes.
âWhat do you got on?â He asks, his tone changed.
You scan yourself. âYour shirt, and shorts.â You start. âSmells like you.â
You hear him take a deep breath. âYeah? What shirtâŠwhat shorts?â He asks, you can hear the smirk in his voice.
âYour black shirt, the one I picked out. The shorts, itâs the ones you hate.â You smile.
You hear him suck air through gritted teeth. âYeah? The ones that you ass hang out of?â
You smile, âthose are the ones.â
You hear him fumble with his belt.
âAnything underneath?â He unzips his pants.
Maybe he missed you just as much.
âNothing, no bra..â you slide your hands in the shorts. â..no panties.â
You hear him curse, followed by him spitting on his hand. âIâd tear those shorts right off ya.â You hear the jingling of his belt as he jerks himself.
â âM so wet, wish you were here.â You keep your hand hovered over your heat.
âShit, gonna play with that pussy for me darlinâ?â He huffs out.
âTalk me through it?â You ask moving your hand to touch yourself.
âGonna need both hands.â His breathing is heavy.
âYes, okay.â You respond.
âRub that clit for me, slowly. With the other hand I want you to finger yourself for me.â His breathing speeds up.
You slide your other hand in your shorts, thinking for a second then taking them off.
Positioning your fingertips are your hole, you gather your slick then insert them, letting a whimper fall out.
You hear him groan at the sound.
You pump your fingers inside, on the other hand mindlessly rubbing circles on your clit.
âFeel good? God nothing compares to that sweet tight pussy of yours.â He moans out.
You moan back.
âWanna speed it up, I'm real close for you darling.â He whimpers out.
You were too, just the sound of hearing his voice could make you cum right there.
â âM close too frank, fingers not big enough, need yours.â You clench around your digits.
âFuck I know, Iâll have you screaming my name when I get home, sound good?â You can hear the movements of his hand.
âCan i cum?â You beg him.
He moans at your question, whimpering a low âfuck..â
âCum for me darlinâ âm cumming with you.â
The sounds of both your orgasm mix. It felt so good you almost forgot he wasnât here.
The two of you finish then your phone buzzes.
He sent you a photo.
A photo of his shirt, covered in his own cum. He captioned it with âGot a little too carried away.â You smile at the photo.
