Synopsis: your bodyguard having to fuck the brat outta you after you sneak out
CW: car sex, rough fingering, creampie, begging, brat taming, degradation kink, bimboreader, fucking you while on the phone with his boss (your dad)
If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI
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"Get in the fucking car."
That voice. Deep, gravelly, and absolutely dripping with barely contained rage. Toji leaned across the center console, his scarred face illuminated by the streetlights, dark eyes pinning you in place like a butterfly to a board.
"Make me," you drunkenly shot back, flipping your hair over your shoulder and continuing to walk. Your heels clicked defiantly against the pavement.
The SUV crawled alongside you, keeping pace effortlessly. "I'm not gonna ask again, princess. Either you get your spoiled little ass in this car, or I drag you in by that pretty hair of yours."
"You wouldn't dare." You kept your eyes forward, heart racing despite your bratty facade. "Daddy would fire you."
Toji let out a dark laugh that made something clench low in your belly. "Your daddy pays me to keep you safe and out of trouble. Pretty sure manhandling his bratty daughter back home falls under the job description."
You stopped walking, turning to face the vehicle with your arms crossed under your chest, pushing up your already obscene cleavage in that tiny top. "I'm an adult, Toji. I can go where I want."
"You're a spoiled brat who doesn't know what's good for her." The SUV stopped, and you heard the click of the driver's door opening. "Last chance."
Your eyes widened as his massive frame unfolded from the vehicle. God, he was huge—all broad shoulders and thick muscle barely contained in that tight black shirt. The scar across his lip only made him more dangerous, more attractive in a way you'd never admit out loud.
"Fine! Fine, okay, I'm getting in!" You held up your hands in surrender, tottering toward the passenger side on your ridiculous heels. "No need to go all caveman."
Toji was already there, yanking the back door open instead. "Back seat. Now."
"What? Why can't I sit up front like a normal—"
His hand closed around your upper arm, firm but not bruising, and he guided you into the back seat with an efficiency that left you breathless. Before you could protest, he'd slid in beside you and slammed the door shut.
"Toji, what the hell?" You scrambled to the far side of the leather seat, pressing yourself against the door.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pressed a button on his phone, and you heard the locks engage with a definitive click. The tinted windows suddenly felt less like privacy and more like a cage.
"Do you have any idea," he started, his voice dangerously low, "how much shit I'm going to get for this? Your father called me personally when the cameras caught you sneaking out."
Your stomach dropped. "The cameras—"
"Yeah, princess. The cameras." He turned to face you fully, one arm draped over the back of the seat, his body taking up so much space in the confined area. "The ones you apparently forgot existed in your rush to go get drunk and let random guys grind on you at whatever trashy club you were heading to."
"It's not trashy, it's exclusive—"
"I don't give a fuck." His hand shot out, gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. "You know what your father said when he called? He said 'handle it.' Gave me full discretion."
Something hot and liquid pooled between your thighs at his grip, at the intensity in those dark eyes. "H-handle what?"
Toji's scarred lip curled into a smirk. "Handle you. His exact words brat .'"
"He didn't say—"
"Didn't he?" Toji's thumb traced your lower lip, smearing your gloss. "I've seen the way you look at me, brat. Prancing around in those little outfits, bending over whenever I'm in the room, 'accidentally' walking in on me changing."
Your face flushed hot. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bullshit." He released your chin, but his hand moved to your bare thigh, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to make you gasp. "You've been begging for my attention since the day I started this job. Well, congratulations—you've got it now."
"Toji..." Your voice came out embarrassingly breathy. "We can't. You work for my dad."
"Your dad told me to handle you." His hand slid higher, pushing your skirt up obscenely. "This is me handling you."
You should push him away. You should scream, demand he take you home, threaten to tell your father. Instead, you felt your thighs part slightly, almost involuntarily, giving him better access.
"Such a desperate little slut," he murmured, noticing immediately. "Can't even pretend you don't want it. Your legs just spread for me like a well-trained whore."
"F-fuck you," you managed, but it came out more like a moan than an insult.
"That's the plan, princess." His fingers found the edge of your panties—a tiny, lacy thing that was already embarrassingly damp. "Jesus Christ. You're soaked through. This what sneaking out does to you? Gets your little pussy all wet?"
"It's not—ah!" Your hips jerked as he pressed his thumb directly against your clit through the thin fabric.
"Not what? Not because of me?" He rubbed slow, torturous circles. "Try again."
Your head fell back against the window, chest heaving. "Okayokay! It's—mmph!—it's because of you, you asshole."
"There it is." He sounded so fucking smug, so satisfied with himself. "You sneak out because you want attention. You dress like a slut because you want me to notice. You act like a brat because you want to be put in your place."
"N-no, I—ohhh god!." He'd pushed your panties aside, and now his thick fingers were sliding through your slick folds, gathering your wetness.
"No? Then why is this greedy little cunt dripping all over my hand, hm?" He circled your entrance, teasing but not penetrating. "Why are you spreading your legs wider like you're begging for it?"
You hadn't even realized you'd done it, but he was right—your thighs were spread obscenely wide now, your skirt bunched up around your waist, your soaked pussy completely exposed to him.
"Please," you whimpered, hips trying to chase his touch. "Toji, please..."
"Please what? Use your words, brat. I know you've got a mouth on you—I've heard you talk back enough times."
"Please touch me properly, please, I need—I need it so bad, please—"
"Pathetic." But he gave you what you wanted, two thick fingers plunging inside you without warning.
"Fuckmmhm!" Your back arched off the seat, a slutty moan tearing from your throat. He was so big—just his fingers stretched out you more than some guys' cocks had.
"That's it, let me hear you." He started pumping his fingers roughly, not giving you any time to adjust. "Scream for me. No one can hear you through these windows anyway."
"Oh god, oh fuck, Toji—!" You were already babbling, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the leather seat. "So big, s-so deep—"
"Just my fingers, slut." He curled them inside you, finding that spongy spot that made you see stars. "Imagine how you're gonna feel when I stuff you full of my cock."
"Yesyesyes please, want it, want your cock—"
"Not yet." His thumb found your clit again, rubbing harsh circles while his fingers fucked you relentlessly. "First you're gonna cum on my fingers like the desperate little whore you are. Show me how grateful you are that I'm even touching you."
The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers fucking your sopping pussy filled the car, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You could feel your orgasm building already, embarrassingly fast.
"Gonna—fuck, Toji, I'm gonna—"
His phone rang.
You both froze for a split second, his fingers still buried deep inside you. Then he pulled his phone out with his free hand, looked at the screen, and his scarred lips curved into the most wicked smile you'd ever seen.
"It's your dad."
"Don't you dare—"
He answered. "Yeah, I've got her."
You clamped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide with horror. But Toji wasn't done—his fingers started moving again, slower now, but deeper. Deliberately pressing against your g-spot with every stroke.
"Mmhm. Found her a few blocks from the house. She's being... cooperative now."
You bit down on your palm to muffle the whine that escaped you. He was going to make you cum while talking to your father. The sick bastard was actually going to do it.
"No, I don't think she'll try this again." His dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with cruel amusement as he added a third finger, stretching you almost painfully.
Your thighs were shaking, tears pricking at your eyes from the effort of staying silent. He was fucking you so good, so deep, and you couldn't make a single sound.
"Yeah, we're in the car. I'll have her home within the hour. Just need to... finish up here."
He punctuated the last two words with particularly hard thrusts that had you nearly screaming into your hand. Your orgasm was right there, hovering just out of reach.
"Understood. I'll let you know when we're back." He hung up the phone, tossing it onto the front seat.
Then his hand was around your wrist, yanking your palm away from your mouth. "No more hiding. Scream for me."
"Fuckkk!—ohmygod!—" The words exploded out of you as he resumed his brutal pace, his thumb grinding against your clit. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm—Aaah!"
Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching frantically around his fingers, your whole body convulsing. You couldn't control the sounds coming out of your mouth—high-pitched, desperate, slutty moans that would have been humiliating if you could think straight.
He didn't stop. Even as you came down, oversensitive and twitching, he kept fucking you with his fingers, drawing out every last aftershock.
"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise made your spent pussy clench around him again. "Such a good little cumslut. Made a mess all over my hand."
"Please," you gasped, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. "Pleasepleaseplease..."
"Please what, princess?" He finally withdrew his fingers, holding them up so you could both see how they glistened with your release. "Please stop? Please keep going? Please fuck you stupid with my cock?"
"Please fuck me" you admitted without shame, too fucked-out to be embarrassed. "Please fuck me, Toji. Need it soo bad."
"I bet you do." He brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, you're sweet. Bet this spoiled little pussy has never been fucked right in its life."
"It hasn't," you agreed desperately, reaching for his belt. "Please, please show me, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want—"
He caught your wrists easily, pinning them above your head against the window with one massive hand. "Did I say you could touch yourself?"
"N-no, but—"
"Then don't." His free hand worked his belt open, then his zipper. "You just lie there and take what I give you like a good little fucktoy. That's all you're good for anyway, right? Being a pretty hole for me to use."
"Yes," you moaned, the degradation making your empty pussy clench around nothing. "Yes, I'm just a hole, I'm your fucktoy, please use me—"
"Jesus Christ." He pulled his cock out, and your eyes went wide. He was huge—thick and long and already leaking precum from the flushed tip. "See what you do to me? Walking around in those slutty little outfits, shaking your ass, making my job fucking impossible."
"I'm sorry," you whimpered, though you weren't sorry at all. "I'll be good now, I promise, just please—"
He released your wrists to grab your hips instead, manhandling you like you weighed nothing until you were positioned the way he wanted—on your back across the seat, legs spread wide, skirt around your waist, ruined panties pushed to the side.
"Look at this pretty pussy." He dragged the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. "So wet and ready for me. Been waiting for this, haven't you? Dreaming about it?"
"Every night," you admitted breathlessly. "Touch myself thinking about you, pretending my fingers are yours—"
"Fuck." His control visibly slipped, jaw clenching. "You're gonna be the death of me, brat ."
Then he pushed inside.
"Ohfuck!" Your screams echo off the windows as he stretched you open, inch by inch. It burned, but god it burned so good, your greedy pussy swallowing him up despite the tight fit.
"That's it, take it all." He didn't stop until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours. "Every fucking inch. This is what you wanted, right? To be stuffed full of cock?"
"Yesyesss, fuck! you're so big—" You couldn't stop babbling, couldn't stop the little moans escaping with every breath. "So deep, can feel you in my stomach"
"Yeah you can." He pulled back slowly, then slammed back in, making you shriek. "This tight little cunt was made for me. Gonna ruin you for anyone else."
He started fucking you in earnest then, hard and deep and relentless. The car rocked with every thrust, the leather seat squeaking beneath you, the obscene slap of skin on skin filling the air.
"Toji, Toji, Toji!—" His name was the only word you could remember, falling from your lips like a prayer. "Feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop—"
"Wasn't planning on it." He hitched your legs up higher, changing the angle so he was hitting even deeper. "Gonna fuck this bratty attitude right out of you. You'll think twice before sneaking out again."
"I won't, I promise, I'll be good—" You were crying now, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your cheeks. "Just keep fucking me, please, I need it—"
"Listen to yourself." He laughed darkly, never slowing his brutal pace. "Such a desperate little whore. Your daddy has no idea what a slut he raised, does he? If he could see you now, getting your brains fucked out in the backseat of my car..."
The thought should have horrified you. Instead, it made you clench around him so hard he groaned.
"Oh, you like that? Like the idea of getting caught?" He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.
"I love your cock!," you sobbed, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. Your second orgasm was building fast, coiling tight in your belly. “Please—”
"Please what? Please fuck you harder?" He did the latter anyway, his thrusts becoming almost punishing. "Use your words, cumslut."
"Please make me cum!" You finally managed. "Please, Toji, I'm so close, need to cum on your cock—nghh"
"Yeah? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?" His thumb found your clit, rubbing fast and rough. "Then do it. Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love being fucked like the whore you are."
That was all it took. Your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, your vision going white, your pussy spasming wildly around his thick length. You screamed his name so loud your throat hurt, your nails raking down his back through his shirt.
"Fuck, that's it, squeeze me just like that—hah—shit" His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering. "Gonna fill this pussy up. Give you what you've been begging for."
"Yes, ohmygod, cum inside me, please, want it so bad—"
"Take it." He buried himself to the hilt and came with a groan, his cock pulsing as he flooded your insides with hot cum. "Take every fucking drop."
You could feel it—feel him filling you up, so much that it started leaking out around his cock, dripping down onto the leather seat. The sensation triggered another mini-orgasm, making you whimper and shake beneath him.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just the sound of harsh breathing and the occasional twitch of aftershocks.
Then Toji pulled back, his softening cock slipping out of you with an obscene wet sound. He looked down at your ruined pussy, watching his cum leak out of you, and his expression was pure masculine satisfaction.
“Damn we made a mess brat” he tucked his cock back in his pants, “you gon pull that shit again?”
You could barely form words, your brain completely fucked out. "Mmhmm..."
"I asked you a question" He grabbed a packet of tissues from the center console, but instead of cleaning you up, he just pushed his cum back inside you with two fingers, making you gasp.
"N-no," you managed. "I'll be good."
"You better fucking not." He smirked, finally using a tissue to clean his hand before pulling your skirt back down.
"Now." He moved back to the driver's seat, adjusting the rearview mirror to look at your debauched reflection. "Let's get you home before your dad sends a search party."
You lay sprawled across the backseat, cum dripping out of you, completely fucked stupid.
Not dead, but quiet enough that you could hear the lazy hum of the ceiling fan as it circled the stale air. A couple of regulars sat near the door, nursing beers and talking about nothing in particular. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand, half-polishing it for the fourth time just to look busy.
The door creaked open.
You didn’t have to look up. You knew who it was.
Toji was all broad shoulders and a lazy gait that made him look like he had all the time in the world.
He wasn’t a man you ignored.
And he’d never ignore you.
Without waiting, you reached under the bar and poured his drink. You’d memorized it a long time ago, same cheap liquor filled two fingers up. You didn’t know if it was routine or determination that you’d never get it wrong. Maybe both.
By the time he dropped into his usual seat, the corner table, you were already setting the glass down in front of him.
His lips curved into the faintest smirk. “You read minds now?”
You leaned one hip against the edge of his table, meeting his eyes. “Just yours. You’re not that hard to figure out.”
A quiet, short chuckle rumbled from his chest, low and rough. He leaned back, spreading an arm across the backrest of the chair like he owned it, legs spreading over the leather, his drink catching the light as he lifted it to his lips. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” You tilted your head, eyes narrowing playfully. “Predictable men are easy.”
He took a slow sip, eyes locked on yours over the rim of the glass. It wasn’t a glare, but it wasn’t soft either. Most people couldn’t hold it for long. You made a point to.
Toji set the glass down with a soft thud. “Funny. Don’t remember you ever being bored when I'm around.”
You shrugged, the faint smile tugging at your mouth giving you away. It was always like this—flirtation that led to nothing but eye-fucks and free drinks. A dangerous man with a reputation most people were smart enough to avoid, and you, behind a bar that seemed to pull him back again and again. Even if most of the reason was probably the free drinks you served him for being eye candy during stressful shifts.
“Not boring,” you said. “Comfortable.”
His smirk deepened. “Comfortable, huh? That what you call it?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, you let the silence stretch, that invisible rope pulling taut between you.
He finally broke the silence, voice casual. “Place is pretty empty tonight.”
You glanced around. He wasn’t wrong. Three customers were left inside, maybe, and they looked about ready to call it quits. “Slow night. Happens.”
Toji’s gaze slid back to you, steady and knowing. “Close up.”
You arched a brow. “And why would I do that?”
"Cause you want to.” He leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on the table, his height and build swallowing the space between you without him needing to move much at all. His voice dropped, low and heavy. “And ‘cause I said so.”
The corner of your mouth lifted. “So sure of yourself.”
“Always am.”
That charged silence hung again, but this time you felt it in your core.
“I’ll think about it,” you said, pushing off the table and heading back behind the bar.
Toji let out a short laugh, shaking his head before taking another sip of his drink.
By the time you slid the last glass into the rack and turned the lock on the front door, the bar was empty. Empty except for him.
The lights were lower than they'd been before, the neon sign on the door off and pathetic without its glow.
He hadn’t moved from his seat, though his glass was nearly drained. He watched you the whole time.
You crossed your arms. “Happy?.”
He stood, slow and deliberate, and made his way to the bar.
“Thought you’d take longer to cave,” he said, placing the empty glass down.
“Caving isn’t the word I’d use.”
He smirked. “Then what would you call it?”
You leaned forward across the bar, close enough to smell the faint sharpness of alcohol on his breath, close enough to catch the subtle scar running along his lip. “Letting you think you’re in control.”
His eyes darkened, narrowing slightly, and you could almost see the shift—the way his muscles tensed, the way the corner of his lip twitched like he wanted to test just how far you’d take that.
“You’re no good.”
“hmm, really?”
He didn’t answer. Not with words.
One moment, his hand was flat on the bar. The next, it slid down your arm to grip your wrist braced on the polished wood, not painfully, but firm enough to remind you exactly who you were dealing with. He tugged, and suddenly you were twisted around and half-bent over the bar, his broad frame looming from behind, his other hand braced beside your head.
“Still think you’re in charge?” he murmured, voice a rasp against your ear.
Your pulse spiked, but you met his gaze without flinching. “I like seeing you try.”
The look he gave you then wasn’t surprise, it was amused, like he’d been waiting for that.
The hand he'd used to grip your wrist had shifted to your waist, your ass, kneading it over the black jean bootyshorts you wore.
(Hey, I mean, whatever got rent paid!)
It only took moments for him to reach around your hips and tug the buttons loose, shoving them down over plush thighs enough for them to slip off on their own, pooling at your heel-clad feet.
“Lace,” He said simply with a snort as he ran his hand along your ass, then teasingly tugging at the waistband. “You like being a slut, or did you just anticipate this?”
You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you'd bought a whole pack of lace thongs just to wear on your shifts in case he ever decided to make this very move.
“You wish,”
Your reply is a giggle, deep with years of smoking. He didn't bother to take them off of you, simply pushing them to hook between your mound and your thigh as two thick, long fingers rubbed over your folds, taking a moment to feel you before parting them.
“Cleaning cups make you this wet, or was it me?”
You don't get the chance to respond as he pushes two digits into you, body welcoming him as you arched your back a bit as he curled them, biting back a slight groan.
Your pussy had already been throbbing, but now? Oh you could only feel his fingers as he fucks you, harsh and fast as his thumb circled around your clit, knuckles slamming into you as he pulled, then pushed, pulled, and pushed.
“Mngh--” You let out, though bite your lip as you realize the sound, practically sensing the smirk he had on his face behind you.
“Good girl, just let it out, baby,” He muttered as he leaned forward, breath brushing against the shell of your ear, making your skin goosebump as you felt his clothed arousal press against your ass as he continued to shove his fingers in and out of your tight pussy.
It had seemed as if he'd just found that plush spot in you, as you'd gotten louder, that he pulled them out, a little disappointed sound leaving your lips as your cunt clenched around nothing.
Simply enough, he turned your body around, eyes meeting yours, his lips quirked up slightly in that smirk he always gave you when you bent down over his table to give him his drinks, like he'd fuck you until you sobbed.
He only leaned in closer, let his chest and abs and muscles-- all visible under that tantalizing black shirt he wore-- pressed against you, pinned you between the bar and him, the fingers he'd had in you now tracing your lips, parting them, as his eyes followed them.
You parted your lips for him, his fingers pressing down against your tongue, a light smile on his own.
"Such a whore," he uttered as your lips sucked down on his fingers, lashes low and fluttering. His other hand held your hip, grip demanding as his hand slid down your arm to pin your hip harder against the edge of the counter.
But you didn’t yield.
Your hands braced against his chest, pushing back just enough to remind him you weren’t some bitch to be folded under his weight. When he pressed harder, you arched into him, refusing to give ground.
That push and pull lit something in his eyes, a flicker of raw hunger he didn’t bother hiding. His fingers left your mouth with a pop, his lips meeting yours for a moment before going:
“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” he growled against your lips.
“Never,” you shot back, breathless but steady.
He chuckled, deep and rough, and his hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face up as though daring you to break eye contact. “You just enjoy pissing me off.”
“Maybe.”
Toji moved, fast and fluid, lifting you onto the bar counter like you weighed nothing. The wood was cool against your bared thighs, but the heat rolling off him consumed you. His hands bracketed your hips, but every time he tried to press you back, you resisted, nails grazing his arm, teeth nipping his lower lip.
And he liked it. You could tell.
It only took seconds between your fingers at the waistband of his grey sweats and his throbbing length being pushed out by his wide hand, his speed unnatural.
He stroked the girth a couple of times, though he was already rock solid, tip lapping at you, precum spreading over your now-puffy clit.
The bar counter creaked under you as you pulled at his shirt for another kiss, his dick slipping into you as if he wished to busy his hand with the groping he did of your ass, pushing you forward on the counter, bottoming out in you, a loud moan slipping from your lips into his own mouth.
He gave you no time to adjust to his punishing size, growling against your mouth as he began to pound into you, hands on your ass pulling you harder back and forth on him, moans barely muffled by his lips, hands gripping his shirt, his shoulders, anything you could find.
He shifted you again slightly, and you heard glass shattering off to the side somewhere, but your hesitation didn't stop him, even as your hole clenched around him, betraying the way he'd been hitting just the right spot over and over and over. The dim light above cast sharp shadows on his face, into the lines of his jaw as he pulled away to watch your eyes.
They couldn't even manage to stay on him, fluttering as your mouth remained agape with the sweet sounds of your pleasure.
When his mouth dragged down to your neck, rough and unrelenting, you attempted to bite back a sound that threatened to give him the satisfaction he was searching for. He noticed. His smirk against your skin told you as much.
“Holding back? Even when i'm-” he pounded his hips harder into yours as if to make a point. “Fucking you so good?” he murmured, teeth grazing your pulse.
“You're just not that good.” Your words came out strained and lying.
Toji didn’t crave obedience. Not really. He craved resistance (consentually), and the reminder that not everything bowed under his weight. That someone could look at him and push back.
And so he only gave you what he knew your answer was demanding. Harder. Deeper. Rougher.
For once, he was happy to oblige, sweat dripping down his temple with effort as you continued to clench on him, his own deep groaning revealing just how close he was as well.
They were practically growls compared to your whines, the climax clenching low in your stomach as it crashed over you, head digging into his shoulders, only to be gripped tight with a hand in your hair. It made him reach his own too, his dick pulling out at the last possible moment to spill the warm white liquid all over your thighs.
“Fuck,” You practically pant as you finally manage to meet his gaze, though his eyes are only glued on the way his dick continued to spurt out his cum over your legs, wanting nothing more than to just push you down on your knees and have you lap up whatever remained on him.
He simply raised an eyebrow at you, and something flickered in his eyes.
“I've got an early shift tomorrow,”
You damn well knew he didn't, considering he came here almost every day until late hours of the night drinking, even as he tucked himself back into his pants, not even offering to help you while he strode towards the doors like nothing had happened, nudging the door open, and disappearing.
God damn it, he hadn't paid his tab.
A/N: Yes its a repost guys bc it got NOOOOOOO traction and NOOOOOOOOO bitches last time..... fakies......
PLEASE don’t stay silent about ICE. they are not only ruining peoples lives but also taking them away.
they are racist, rapist and predators. they do not care about taking immigrants out of the country, they are trying to kill all of us whether you believe it or not.
they are hiring the worst people you know to go around terrorizing people and trying to get away with killing us.
x reader, mdni. tw: shameless smut, pwp, pinv, fingering (fem rec.), he says baby girl once..
wc. 1.4k
The mattress dipped behind your resting figure. Every move made carefully as to not disturb you. Your husband comes to lay pressed to your back, an arm slung around your waist gently.
You stir and turn your head wearily to assess the intruder. Your husband greets you with a soft kiss to the shoulder. He observes you quietly as you shift to get comfortable against him, the blankets slipping down your hips and exposing your bare thighs with every movement. Aizawa can feel the heat rush to his cock when heavy eyes wander to your panty-clad hips and his your shirt thats ridden up, leaving your tummy out.
“Shota..”
The arm around you pulls you close as a gravelly, ‘Mmm’ leaves his dry lips.
“I missed you all day.” you mutter. You feel him shift to rest on his forearm behind you.
“Missed you too sweetheart.” he mumbles, voice thick with something intense as his lips begin their assault on your neck, slowly sucking on the skin. Heat floods your abdomen; a giggle leaves you as he nips the spot behind your ear. Aizawa’s scratchy stubble grazes your shoulder making you mewl softly and reach back to grip his loose, dark strands.
Shota’s hand slips down to your hip, giving it a squeeze before pulling you flush to his growing bulge shamelessly. You let out a breathy laugh, “I can tell.”
He continues to mark you carefully as he leisurely hikes up your shirt, exposing your supple chest to the room. Thumb and pointer fingers go to tweak your hardening buds, rolling them between his fingers between light squeezes to your tits. Heat blossoms in your core like a wildfire.
The same hand trails to the hem of your underwear, fingers itching to move beneath. “Are you going to let me have you pretty girl?”
You look at your husband–no stare, because he looks so fucking good with his hair disheveld and held by you. Low eyes with sleep and lust, all consuming as his focused trained on your plump lips (both kinds). His chest is bare and flushed a light pink, lean muscles tensing with his heavy breaths leading down to his dark, gruff happy trail. You can see is cock straining through his sweats, begging to be touched.
The ache between your thighs only worsens at the sight of him. “Touch me Shota.”
“Please.”
That’s all it takes for him to cup your pussy, fingers wide and teasing. “You’re so wet already.”
“Shut up.” You whisper before pulling him in for a kiss, fingers tangled in his dark hair to drag him closer. Two fingers circle your clit lightly–teasingly making your hips jerk into his palm.
You pull away from him, a string of saliva connecting you before dropping. Your voice demanding when you say, “Stop teasing Shota.”
The hand in your panties grips your thigh and throws it over his own for a better angle. His fingers trace your glistening bud before pushing into your warm, sopping core. The feeling of his rough, worked fingers inside of you was something you could never get used to, your mouth falling open with a gasp.
He’s quick to curl the tips of his fingers and thrust them into you, creating a devastating pace making your hands fly to grip his strong forearm. Your hips sputter at the sensation as you choke out,“f-fuck.”
Aizawa’s fingers are unforgiving, the heel of his palm brushing your clit with each stroke. He captures you in a kiss, muffling your groans of pleasure as he passionately licks into your mouth. His lips move against yours deeply, like he wants your tongues to become one. It all feels so good.
Your pussy clenches around his fingers rhythmically, slick spilling down his hand. His fingers slow, alarming you, “don’t stop, I’m so close.” you croak out against his lips.
“I want you to come on my cock, sweetheart.” His rough voice laced with need and desire, but still gentle as he pecks your lips. How could you deny him?
Your eyes meet his, pleading, “Please Shota, I need you s’bad.”
He’s quick to slip his fingers out of your weeping slit, his hand moving to free his throbbing cock. You shiver at the loss of him. His pink mushroom tip bobs out and presses against your bum as you reach back to grope his length. It’s hefty, long, and pulsating with need.
The tired man sharply inhales when you slowly pump his cock, his head falling back when you squeeze, “s-shit.”
“Mhm, you like that baby?”
He groans loudly, pushing your hand away as you chuckle. Aizawa’s slips your underwear to the side and glides his dick through your folds, gathering your essence all over him. Whimpers leave your lips when the tip catches your swollen clit.
“Shotaa..”
“I know baby girl.”
The strong arm that was resting on the bed slides around your neck, tenderly locking you in a chokehold against him. “I’m going to put you right back to sleep, okay?” He cooes, you feel his cockhead press into your aching heat, streching you open inch by inch. All you can do is gasp as your eyes roll back from finally getting what you wanted.
He grunts dangerously close to your ear when he bottoms out, one hand on your hip, the other still firmly wrapped around your throat. A kiss is planted on your temple as a sign of his forever affection towards you, his girl always waiting for him at the end of the night no matter how late or sleepless he is.
You feel like your going to be split open by the way he rocks his cock in and out of you slowly, but deeper than he ever has. The feeling of him nudging your cervix with every deliberate thrust has you digging your nails into the arm around your neck, whimpering into his hold.
“F-faster, baby.” You urge, a thin layer of sweat encasing your bodies. Aizawa’s stubble tickles the skin of your back while he kisses and licks around, heading to your plea as he lifts your leg further and pulls it up towards you.
Folding you. Exposing you.
You shiver at the feeling of cool air enveloping your lower half. It’s short lived though because Aizawa drives his hips into you faster, fucking you forward. His heavy balls sticking to the fat of your ass with every stroke.
“You’re soaking me,” he murmurs, the arm encircling you tightening making you clench around his legnth. You can feel his cock throb painfully inside of you as he growls out, “You like it that much, pretty girl?”
You writhe instinctively against him but he only tightens his grip on your thigh, sultry moans filling the room. “Mhmm!”
Sounds of hips smacking and heavy breaths for air surround you, back arching away from Aizawa as his punishing thrusts slam into your g-spot over and over. His thumb moves to circle your clit and you bite on his forearm to ground yourself.
He’s too fucking good at this
His thrusts grow erratic and uncontrolled as he gets closer. The thumb on your clit rubs just the way you like it and he only gets louder. The sound of your wet pussy taking him again and again. It’s all too much.
“Shota!” Twitching as you cry out, your legs quake, painted toes curl, and a gutteral sob escapes you.
You’re cumming and it’s earth shattering. Your cunt spams wildly around your husbands cock, leaving creaming white all over him as you reach your peak.
“Fuck, there you go.” His forehead drops onto your back, he groans raggedly, desperately trying to control himself. His hips buck into you briefly making you twitch before he pulls out just in time, spurting his thick, white seed all over your swollen pussy.
Ragged breathing is the only sound as he drops your leg and slips his arm away from you. Both of you falling limp with the exertion of your nightly activities, but not before he pulls your panties back over your cum covered lips.
Moments of comfortable silence pass between the two of you.
The world moves, but you don’t.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, rubbing soothing circles over your hips and thighs.
A noise of reassurance leaves you quietly, clearly lacking the energy for words.
That doesn’t stop him from turning you to face him to pull you into his warm chest, “You sleepin’?” he mumbles playfully and this time, your lack of response makes him chuckle under his breath.
“Okay, I see how it is, I actually put you to sleep.”
streamer boyfriend KENMA takes time away from his subathon just for you </3
timeskip au!kenma x reader, mdni. tw: squirting, lwk fluffiness
wc. 2k
“ken?”
your knuckles rapped at the frosted glass door of kenma’s gaming room. he was doing a subathon and it had been going on for days. let's just say you haven’t been getting much action…
a soft, “come in.” came from the other side of the door. so, you quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind you and walking over to his gaming setup.
he was just talking to his stream and had told them you were coming for a bit prior. they love you.
his audience knew of you for a while before they met you because you’d always bring him food and text him during long streams. them seeing you though? it was a total accident.
almost a year ago now, you came home from the mall and went straight into his gaming room to see him. without checking with him (whoopsies!), you waltzed straight in to give him a kiss. with a tiny micro skirt and loose tank on, you bent down to kiss him right in front of his stream!
of course he let you, but a conversation was definitely had after that.
now, they see you here and there when you come to play 2-player games with kenma (it takes two!) or entertain his chat because he’s dead boring! you guys are their fav loserxhottie couple!
“hi guys,” left your mouth as you bent down and waved to his camera, “can i have my boyfriend back pleasee?” there was a hint of seriousness in your joking tone.
it’s just that… sleeping alone for days while your boyfriend is literally in the next room isn’t ideal. and you miss him cuddling you, eating with you, fucking you—you know, it’s just a lot of time without him.
the chat was filled with greetings and questions, typical of when you’d visit kodzukens streams.
“sit.” he says, gesturing at his lap and spreading his thighs slightly. the action left you staring at his grey sweatpant clad legs for too long before looking up at his face.
he was already looking up at you, expectantly, with his signature half-up half-down, golden eyes, angular jaw. it was overwhelming how good he looked just sitting in his room, t-shirt and sweats, untrying.
his hands reach out to slide over the backs of your thighs and pull you towards him, “chat’s going to think you’re stupid if you keep standing there like that.”
it’s swoon-worthy, the light touches and subtle dominance, it makes you wish for something you could’ve been doing if he wasn’t streaming.
but you do as he says, making yourself very comfortable in the process, grinding in his lap just a little too much to keep it pg. hands fly to your hips to steady you as you look over the chat seeing a plethora of comments.
@kodzukenzluvver: this NEEDS to get clipped
@hardnfast: i can smell the edits from here
@vollyballsimp: just spawned on the highway!
“did you guys know that i actually love the edits and watch them everytime i see one?” you state matter-of-factly, you love letting the people know that you genuinely appreciate them.
you and kenma spend some time sitting and talking to his chat, his hands creeping towards your inner thighs and resting there, only making your arousal worsen.
slowly, as he speaks about a new merch drop, you lean backwards on his chest, pushing your hips back on him. his jaw clenched tighter than ever, as he gives a warning squeeze to your thighs.
you cover your mouth with a hand to whisper, “i miss you.” which is emphasized by a light roll of your hips.
you feel him twitch beneath you as he presses his hips into your wet core. “you feel what you do to me?” he asks in a low whisper, only to be heard by you.
it takes everything to look normal on camera when you feel your underwear getting wetter and stickier. kenma seems unaffected though that's not true—his cock is throbbing under you.
kenma’s voice is scarily calm when speaking to stream, even while his fingers begin inching closer to your centre. it was almost like he knew you’d get like this, the way he seems so unfazed.
the moment his fingers meet your throbbing clit, you’re fighting not to moan. squeezing your thighs to get him to stop, to no avail.
it was only when you realized he wasn’t going to stop teasing your pussy that you pulled his hand closer. if he was going to do it, he might as well give you more.
so needy.
suddenly, a donation pops up and is spoken aloud, interrupting your sneaky session.
@kodzukitty: you guys should start an onlyfans
both of you pause, eyes going from each other back to the camera. the silence was loud.
blubbering and flustered you quickly move off kenma and sputter a quick, ‘i’m so tired, gotta go guys!’ as you make a beeline out of the room, leaving your boyfriend with a semi and the aftermath of that comment.
when you make it back to your shared room, you hop on the bed lying down, and horny. your ready to take care of it by yourself when you hear a ‘ding’ from your phone.
loml❤️: don’t touch yourself i’ll come help you in a sec
why is he a mind reader.. well i guess it’s not that hard to guess what you were about to do.
thighs clenching in anticipation, you contemplate actually listening to his little demand before deciding to. i mean, he did play into your antics on stream, least you could do is listen.
when kenma enters your shared space, stepping towards you. he stands at the edge, eyes moving up and down your body shamelessly.
“did you turn off your stream?” you ask breathlessly, thighs rubbing together. you really hope he did. but you don’t get a response because he’s already grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards him.
wordlessly, he rips off your clothes in a fit of desperation. in seconds, you’re completely bare for him, legs spread where he occupies the middle. looking up at him with those glossy, desperate eyes.
he’s straining out of his boxers, so hard it looks painful. “you need me right?” his golden gaze stuck on you as the question lingers in the thick air.
“yes一need you s’bad.” you whimper, thighs tightening around kenma’s hips, pulling him right where you want him.
as he jerks forward, you reach for his pants, pulling them down to see his long, leaky cock poking through his boxers.
when your hand fits around his clothed erection, you look up to see kenma staring at your pouty lips. he grabs your neck, seamlessly pulling you up and immediately his lips are on yours. it’s messy,
breathless, a string of saliva connects you as you pull away, “make me feel good, please.” you sound desperate, god are you, as he looks back and forth between your eyes, contemplating.
he suddenly untangles his hips from your limbs, “wait—no i’m sorry.” hurriedly leaves your mouth
“don’t be sorry baby,” he soothes, “i just want you to make yourself feel good.”
now sitting beside you leaning back on his hands, you sit up and throw your leg over his, leaving you on his lap. hard-on nestled between your folds.
hands immediately fly to your bare ass, squeezing and pulling you closer. the slow grind making you whimper. when you lean to kiss him, your nipples brush against his shirt, hard and sensitive.
the way he's kissing you, the firm grip he has on your backside, and your bare pussy rubbing over his clothed cock is too much and not enough.
“wan’ you inside me.” you say eyes hazy, breathless and yearning for more, “please.”
that was all it took for him to lift you and push his boxers down, allowing his leaking cock to spring free.
heads down, focused on his tip prodding at your entrance. his hand finds his cock and you feel it as he starts rubbing it over your pussy, smearing your juices all over him.
“you’re so fucking wet.” he sighs, head raising to look at you with those hooded eyes, “you wanted this so bad didn’t you.”
the look in your eyes said enough. “yeah, missed you s’much.”
kenma slowly slips into you, letting out a breath at the feeling. your bottom lip caught between your teeth, white-knuckled gripping his shoulders. “shit, ken—“ you gasp, the stretch making you whine.
he leans in, breath ghosting over the expanse of your throat, sending sharp tingles down your spine. “go on baby, take what you need.”
your clit twitches against his pubes, cunt gripping him like a vice as you begin to carefully move up and down the length of his cock, eyes hanging low.
you’re moving hurriedly. desperately. head thrown back with wanton moans filling the room. you’re trying to stay quiet but your hips are sticking to his every time you bounce. his tip kissing your cervix so good, stretching you open like it’s his purpose.
his lips meet your throat, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave hard purple-red hickeys for weeks. nimble fingers going to flick the hard nipples of each breast.
kenma’s eyes flick up to you and in his lustful daze he whispers, “you’re so gone.” warm breath hitting your skin.
“mhm,” you whimper sweetly, eyes threatening to shut, left hand tugging at the bottom of his shirt.
until now, he hasn’t moved at all. he’s just let you do your thing. you don’t know what causes it. could be the sound of your sticky thighs hitting his, or the way you’re gripping him all over — whatever it is, he starts plowing into you with unrestrained vigor.
“ken, s’a lot.” you whine as your head burrows into the crook of his neck.
“i know,” his voice shaky, sweat beading down his temple, eyes rolling — he’s as close as you are. “just take it for me.”
the room is full of wet slaps and moans. his cock jamming into your gummy sweet pussy over and over, arms holding you close, hips beginning to stutter. it’s overwhelming, the wave of euphoria crashing over you both at once.
it makes him whimper.
neither of you are prepared for the mess you make. your clear juices spraying all over his shirt and thighs with every slow, rhythmless stroke. his warm cum filling you up.
heavy breathing, chests rising and falling together in practiced closeness and comfort. the mess between your bodies only worsening.
“fuck, that bad, huh?” kenma asks teasingly, causing you to bite the side of his neck in retaliation, not too hard — not soft either. he flinches, rolling his eyes. “you okay?”
it’s subtle, but the way his hand gently caresses your back, his other carefully resting in your hair, you know he cares. more than you’d think.
always.
“your stream is still on babe,” you mutter softly into the crease of his shoulder, “go back.”
he shakes his head lightly, unworried, “don’t worry, m’gonna take care of you first.”
you were already drifting off, spent and floaty in his arms. it doesn’t take long for him to clean you up, you’re pliant.
before he leaves you again, you’re lying down, sheets over you when he calls out, “good night, baby.”
BONUS:
the monitor’s bright when kenma gets back to the stream, minutes left on the timer. he didn’t even have time to speak, his stream already yelling at him.
a donation popped up on the screen.
@kodzukitty: hes back 30 minutes later with different clothes and afterglow LOCK HIM UP
an array of other comments and donations flood in at his appearance. all of them picking apart the reason he was gone, “guys i just took a shower.” that was his excuse, classic.
another donation is read aloud.
@kodzukenzluvver: WHATS ON YOUR NECK????
without hesitation, without thinking, kenma’s hand flies to the side you bit him on. a grimace covering his face.
oh hes definitely getting clipped.
unfortunately this isnt good enough to justify taking 2 MONTHS on it smh
this is part 1. i cant post the FULL one on here for some reason but here is the link to the full writing on AO3 !
pairing: dark!shikamaru x female reader
oneshot au set around two years after the fourth shinobi war where Shikaku DIDNT die because he doesn't deserve that
words: 12467 (had to seperate into two parts because it's so long, OOPS.)
warnings: extremely toxic relationship, NSFW smut, swearing, cheating on partners, general scumbag behaviour from both parties, dependancy
summary: you and Shikamaru have been messing around for years now - never making things official, making eachother jealous in sick games, purposefully going back and forth to eachother, arguing, hating, fucking. now after months of not speaking to him after he got a new girlfriend, you decide its time to cause chaos in his life again.
You shifted slightly, propping yourself up on one elbow as your eyes flickered to Shikamaru’s with a glint of mischief - you were here to cause mayhem, to press and push him, to break through that lazy facade he held as always that infuriated and drew you in, you had been obsessed with cracking that shell for a while now.
Sometimes it worked, with him fucking you wildly whenever you succeeded and sometimes it failed with you returning to the night. No matter the situation you were in or the man you found yourself with - you found yourself always going back for that sweet release with him specifically, like a drug.
You hadn’t spoken to him in months after he did a.. certain thing.. and you reacted in what you thought was a completely reasonable response - he disagreed as he always did, but yet here you were, like a street cat you came and went when you wanted to.
You studied him, the dark hair he always wore pulled back into a ponytail, loose and trailing around his neck and shoulders as he blinked steadily waking himself up, and his intense eyes that reminded you of the very deer that the Nara clan tended to, the way he leaned back on his hands with a carefully neutral expression, his dark eyes betraying just a flicker of curiosity.
Your lips curved into a faint smirk, one that promised trouble.
“You’re quiet tonight,” you said, your tone light and teasing. “I expected a bit more of that dry wit you’re so fond of..” You drew on your words. You had, as usual when you got bored late at night, invited yourself into the Nara clan compound, and fortunately for you his dad Shikaku had let you in - saying it’s a good thing he has someone like you to ‘keep him on his toes.’
You had invited yourself to his bed like it was your own with your weight upon it waking him up as you threw yourself down - he was not impressed and had sat there in silence, annoyed as he woke himself up, knowing that you being here late at night only meant one thing, trouble.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow but didn’t rise to the bait immediately. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, as if your words were already weighing on him, making him tense. “Maybe I’m just conserving energy y’know, since you decided to come here when I was sleeping..” he said lazily with a yawn - looking over you as you laid at the end of his bed, though his eyes flicked to yours, searching for the game you were obviously trying to play now. She’s always up to something, especially since it’s been months now.
You let your smirk widen as you leaned back fully again against his covers, your hair pooling around you like liquid. He opened one eye to look at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. “I’m not going to give you the reaction you’re fishing for, you may as well just leave now and let me sleep.” he said flatly.
“Oh, I’m not fishing,” you replied, your tone low and teasing as you leaned slightly closer, touching the covers. “I already know how to get a reaction out of you, Shikamaru. I’m just deciding whether it’s worth the effort tonight.” You had come here with a plan, as you always did. You found it most enjoyable to get a reaction out of the other-wise level-headed Shikamaru - he had already cracked under you multiple times, countless in fact.
His gaze lingered on yours for a moment, his lips twitching into the faintest of smirks despite himself. Troublesome as ever. He shifted slightly, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, the covers rustling as he moved. “You’re like a hornet.” he said with a sigh as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Do you just go around poking at everyone to see what sticks?”
“Only the ones who make it interesting, duh.” You replied smoothly, he had your interest - despite everything that happened, despite your incessant need to toy with him and his need to hurt you too - to try and play with him, to try and outsmart him constantly. “You should take it as a compliment.”
Shikamaru shook his head, though he couldn’t suppress the small chuckle that escaped him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just add ‘compliment’ to the list of things you’re terrible at giving.” His words were dry, hinting at your previous times with him as you scoffed, not even bothering to satisfy him in responding to it.
You let the moment stretch, enjoying the way his dark eyes remained steady on yours, the way you captivated his attention even if it was late at night and the last time he had actually spoken to you being months ago - even if he was lazy, even as you knew you were testing the limits of his patience. That, after all, was part of the fun.
You were here however for anything but to make him comfortable, in fact you relished in making him uncomfortable - in pushing him, which was exactly what you were gonna do. To see if he’d do something, a perpetual game of cat and mouse, though if the cat was much more lazy and had sharper claws than most.
You let out a long, deliberate sigh as you eased back fully onto the bed, your arms stretching upward. Your fingers splayed slightly as if measuring the ceiling, your gaze absently tracing the lines of the wooden beams above. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at your lips as you concocted a way to get underneath his skin, a quiet amusement dancing behind your eyes.
“I really shouldn’t be here,” you said casually, your voice soft and almost wistful as you side eyed him for a reaction with a permanent smirk etched onto your face, anything really.
“Especially now that I’m a... ‘thing’ with Naruto hmm? Doesn’t look good at all.” Your tone lingered on the word "thing" as if the very concept were amusing or foreign to you in front of him, such things had never stopped you before. You tilted your head slightly, turning your attention back to Shikamaru, the wooden beams suddenly boring. Your arm lowered, and with a quick flick of your fingers, you poked him lightly in the leg where it was covered near you as if tapping the glass of a fish tank.
Shikamaru didn’t flinch, though his expression turned deadpan as he glanced at you, I knew it, I had heard of months ago, right after I got with Temari - I had a feeling she’d turn up to gloat eventually, to try and get a reaction, like she always fucking does. He leaned back slightly, letting his head rest against the wall behind his bed. “What, are you expecting me to congratulate you? Feel guilty for letting you stay? I’m not playing this game Y/N.” He yawned, not giving you what you wanted just yet.
You turned your head fully to the side now, your eyes narrowing in mock curiosity, as if he could ever dare to question your intentions. “It’s not a game,” you said, though your smirk betrayed your words. “Just an observation. I shouldn’t be here. Late night visits to a man's house never did anyone any good.” You watched him yawn as you spoke.
Shikamaru let out a slow breath, his gaze lifting toward the ceiling you’d seemingly been measuring moments before. “You say that like it’s some kind of profound statement,” he muttered. “You’ve already decided to be here, so what’s the point in pretending otherwise?” He looked at you with a bored expression, already tired of your shit the more you spoke. You had invaded not only his room but his precious sleep time with your bullshit games.
Your smirk widened slightly. “I suppose you’re right,” you admitted, your tone light and unbothered. “But it’s still fun to see how you react when I say it.. It's new afterall.” You had been doing this for years with him - a constant back and forth, but you still found entertainment in it - how despite however many times you did it he never kicked you out, never actually got sick of you.
He tilted his head to look at you, his dark eyes steady, though there was the faintest flicker of exasperation in his gaze. “And what reaction are you hoping for?” he asked, his voice calm but pointed. “Am I supposed to kick you out? Go tell Naruto that his girl is over at mine? Tell you to stay? Or just sit here and listen while you work through whatever it is you’re avoiding.” He folded his arms over his black shirt - the dim light showing the rumpling of the fabric as he did so.
You chuckled softly at how pointed he was as usual, the sound low and velvety. You enjoyed playing games with the minds of men within the village, finding it the only worthy entertainment nowadays amongst all the seriousness - your games had yet to catch up with you and you were just about fine with that.
He also was the only one that matched your mindgames in such a fucked up way. “You always think I’m avoiding something,” you said, your voice carrying a faint teasing lilt. “Maybe I just enjoy your company, huh, Shikamaru?”.
Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head slightly as he looked back toward the ceiling. He spoke finally - his voice quiet but tinged with wry amusement. “Still as predictable as ever.”
Your eyes sparkled as you raised an eyebrow. “Predictable?” you echoed, your smirk sharpening slightly. “Now, that’s a new one.” You sat up slightly, looking him directly into his deep brown eyes. “Careful, Shikamaru. If you start calling me predictable, I might have to try harder to surprise you, maybe I’ll start appearing at yours even later at night to engage in these wonderful chats.”
He let out a small chuckle. “Troublesome woman,” he muttered again. “You’re already exhausting enough as it is.”
You leaned your head back further on to the mattress, closing your eyes briefly as your smirk softened into something more thoughtful. “Exhausting, maybe,” you murmured, your voice quieter now. “But I doubt you’d let me stay if I wasn’t at least a little entertaining.”
His gaze flicked to you again, lingering for a moment as he weighed your words.You was trouble, no doubt about that, you had a penchant for turning up at the worst times, like when he had started a new relationship, trying to get a reaction out of him, saying the most random shit and observing his reactions like he was some sort of lab rat—but there was something about your presence, your unpredictability, that kept him from telling you to leave no matter what you two went through. Entertaining, huh? That’s one way to put it.
“You’re lucky I don’t mind losing sleep,” he said finally, his tone dry and sarcastic.
Your smirk returned as you opened your eyes, your gaze finding his once more. “That’s what I thought,” you said softly, your voice carrying a quiet satisfaction despite his obvious sarcasm. He was the only man to match your energy in any sort of way and now being here you wondered why you had given him the cold shoulder for the past few months, sure he did something fucked up but still, this was exhilarating, a dark toxin.
You wondered if you should take a different approach to this, maybe throw yourself at him or something when he knew that you were both now in relationships.
You shifted slightly on the bed, your long hair cascading over your shoulders as you propped herself up on one elbow. Your eyes studied Shikamaru’s profile in the dim light, the faintest hint of mischief glinting in their depths as your lips curved into a languid smile. You seemed to savour the stillness of the moment as it allowed you to think - to plan, to watch his reaction, the quiet tension that always lingered between you both.
“Shikamaru,” you said softly, your voice carrying a slow, deliberate edge as your smirk deepened, “do you want to do anything?”
Your tone was suggestive, your words calculated as they lingered in the air. You tilted your head slightly, watching him with precision—measuring every subtle shift in his expression, every flicker of reaction.
Shikamaru didn’t move at first, though his fingers twitched slightly where his hands rested on his thighs, the covers making a sound slightly. His dark eyes remained fixed ahead not wanting to observe the taunting ghost at the end of his bed that appeared when he least wanted it to, but his jaw tightened, his thoughts churning beneath the surface. Why does Y/N always push just far enough to test me? He inhaled slowly, carefully schooling his expression before he finally turned his head to meet your gaze.
“And what exactly are you implying?” he asked, his tone calm but edged with dry amusement. His dark eyes locked onto yours, steady despite the quiet challenge in your voice. “You’re the one who came here, idiot. Shouldn’t you have an idea if you’re the one asking?” He yawned again.
Your smirk widened faintly as you leaned back again, your fingers brushing lazily over the fabric of the covers, accidentally touching his leg under there as you did so. Shikamaru tensed slightly. “Oh, I have ideas,” you said lightly, ignoring the fact you just did that, your voice laced with amusement. “But I thought I’d give you the opportunity to surprise me for once, I am always the one with all the surprises, it gets boring really.”
He studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. She’s trying to get a rise out of me again by coming here and telling me that she’s with Naruto - like I even care, she did this all for some sort of revenge anyways. Always testing, always poking at whatever cracks she thinks she can find. He exhaled through his nose, his gaze narrowing slightly.
“And what if I said no?” he replied, his voice steady as he leaned back on his hands. “Would you be disappointed, or would you just find another way to amuse yourself?”
Your eyes glinted as you watched him, the corner of your mouth tugging upward. “Maybe both,” you said smoothly, your tone teasing. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Seeing how far you’ll let me go before you push back.”
Shikamaru tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp against yours. “You’re always looking for the boundaries,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an almost resigned edge. “But don’t act surprised when you find them.”
You chuckled softly at his words, thinking of all the implications he could possibly mean - despite this facade of his right now, you knew for a fact he loved this shit as much as you - this sick game you both engaged in every now and then. “I’m never surprised by anything nowadays,” you murmured, your eyes narrowing slightly as you studied him. “Just curious.”
The air between you both thickened again, the tension shifting but never breaking. You let the silence stretch as you lent your head back, your smirk fading into something more calculative. You were careful, as always, you could see the subtle shifts in him, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long for comfort, the faint tension in his posture that spoke louder than any words as he was acutely aware as to why you were here late at night.
It was a dance that you’d both done for a few years now.
“Well,” you said finally, your voice light and teasing, “if you’re not going to take me up on the offer, I suppose I’ll have to entertain myself.”
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye with a grin.
Shikamaru leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees again as he let out a slow exhale. His gaze flicked to you, dark eyes narrowed with something sharper now—an edge that wasn’t there before. You always played your games with professional precision, but tonight, it seemed, you had nudged just far enough—constantly talking about your new relationship with his friend.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice low, steady, but carrying an unmistakable weight of all the times past. His expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something more—a challenge. This was how he played the game. “Especially now that you’re a ‘thing’ with Naruto.”
Your smirk didn’t falter, though you glimmered with interest as you shifted slightly on the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow again facing him. “And what about it?” you replied smoothly, almost unassumingly as if this conversation was something completely normal, your voice was unbothered. “Are you concerned for him? Or is this your way of deflecting?”
Shikamaru let out a soft, humourless chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s not about me,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through your teasing. His gaze locked onto yours, his words slow and deliberate. “How do you think Naruto would react if he knew you were here, huh? In my room, stretched out on my bed, practically begging for attention?”
The smirk on your lips remained - this was more like it, your eyes flickered with something unreadable from his perspective—maybe amusement, maybe a flicker of surprise. You studied him carefully, as if weighing your next move. “Begging?” you echoed, your voice carrying a faint lilt of incredulity. “That’s quite the accusation, Shikamaru. Is that how you see it?”
His jaw tightened as he sat back, folding his arms across his chest. “You tell me,” he said flatly. “You’re the one who came here. The one who’s pushing, testing, playing your games. So tell me, Y/N—what are you looking for? And does it even cross your mind what he’d think if he knew?”
“Perhaps-” you said, lightly tracing your fingers yet again on his covers, there was an edge to your voice now as you felt your game finally being played now rather than ignored. “-but Naruto wouldn’t understand. He’s... straightforward.” You smiled darkly, testing him as you paused before continuing. “Too earnest to grasp the nuances of things like this like you and I.”
You tilted your head and hummed at the end of your sentence, your smirk returning as you added, “And you know that as well as I do.”
Shikamaru’s gaze didn’t waver, though his expression darkened slightly as he processed your words. Of course she’d rationalise it like that. Y/N always did. No matter which guy she was with throughout the years, she was always coming back to me like a cat in heat.
“And what happens when he does understand?” he asked with a smile, his tone carrying an almost dangerous calm. “When he figures out that all this—” he gestured vaguely toward your body on his bed, “—isn’t as simple as you want him to believe?”
Your smirk widened faintly, you loved the back and forth he would give you - that no matter what weird fucked up shit you did, no matter when you turned up - he would entertain you.
Your eyes glinted as you leaned back fully again onto his bed, folding your hands behind your head. “Then I suppose I’ll deal with that when the time comes,” you said smoothly, not really caring if and when Naruto might find out. Most guys knew what they were getting into anyways with you but did it anyways - out of lust or hope that you’d change you couldn’t tell. You and Shikamaru were real messy and it wasn’t a hidden thing throughout the years.
“But for now...” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, challenging him as you always did, your voice softening into something dangerously playful. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d do if you were in his place?”
Shikamaru’s brows furrowed slightly at your question as he sighed, and for a moment, he said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. What would I do? The question hung in his mind, unwelcome and intrusive. He didn’t want to play into your games, but the way you looked at him—calculated, challenging, as though daring him to react—made it harder than ever to keep his footing, his clean streak away from you.
Finally, he sighed, leaning forward again as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not Naruto,” he said simply, his voice quiet but firm. “And you already know that Y/N, you know it too well. So stop trying to turn this into some hypothetical. If you’re here, then be here—but don’t drag him into this just to see how I’ll react.”
His words hung in the air, heavy and pointed, as he met your gaze again, daring you to push further.
Your eyes narrowed playfully as you heard his words, your smirk deepening as you slowly sat up, your movements fluid and deliberate. You sat up slowly and leaned closer, moving yourself to sit beside him. The faintest hint of mischief dancing in your gaze as your hand slid lightly along Shikamaru’s arm. Your touch was feather-light, evoking goosebumps from him, deliberate in the way it tested his boundaries without fully crossing them.
“Do you remember?” you asked softly, dragging your words, your voice smooth and teasing, like silk brushing over bare skin. Your fingers traced an idle pattern on his arm, your gaze steady on his. “The last time we were like this... together?” You paused, letting the memory of the last time you both fucked, whenever that was, settle into his head.
Shikamaru’s muscles tensed under your touch, though his expression remained carefully neutral. He turned his head slightly to look at you, his dark eyes narrowing with a mix of exasperation and something darker—something he didn’t care to name and didn’t ever really want to. She’s doing it again. Pushing. Testing. Always seeing how far I’ll go before I push back, before she gets what she wants.
“Of course I remember,” he said flatly, though his voice betrayed a faint edge of irritation. “That’s not exactly something you forget, Y/N.”
Your smirk widened at his response, your fingers trailing just a little higher on his arm as you tilted her head in entertainment, watching him closely. “Good,” you murmured, your tone dropping slightly as you leaned in closer with a whisper, dancing along the line of wrong and right as you usually did. “Because I was starting to think you’d forgotten.”
Shikamaru let out a low sigh, his jaw tightening as he looked away briefly, as if trying to steady himself and his thoughts. She always knows how to find the cracks, no matter what sort of shield I put up. Always knowing exactly where to press.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he said quietly with control, his voice low but steady as he maintained eye contact with heavy lidded eyes in the dim light. “But I’m not sure what you’re trying to prove by bringing it up.”
You chuckled softly, the sound low and velvety as you shifted even closer - shoulder against shoulder now, your smirk never faltering. “Who said I’m trying to prove anything?” you replied, your voice light but laced with an undercurrent of challenge. “Maybe I just wanted to remind you... in case you needed it.”
You liked to remind him every few months, to play with his head - for him to play with yours too in a sick sort of way, you liked it. You hated that you liked the hurt, the back and forth of terrible things you’d do to each other - your most recent event of acting out was getting with his friend Naruto in an attempt to hurt him after you caught him kissing Temari.
He turned back to face you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a quiet intensity. “And why would I need reminding?” he asked, his tone calm but pointed, knowing exactly the point you were getting at - their entire… relationship if you could call it that was them doing this. “You think I’m going to forget the way you play these games?”
Your smirk softened slightly, though your gaze remained sharp, unyielding. “No,” you said simply, your voice low and smooth. “You seem to forget the way you like to play them too though, Shikamaru.”
The air between you both thickened, your words lingering in the silence as your hand stilled on his arm, your eyes watched him closely. Shikamaru’s mind raced, torn between the steady logic that urged him to push you away and the undeniable pull of your presence like it always had—the way her voice wrapped around him like a trap he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. This sick game between the two of you had gone on for far too long in his opinion - with him purposefully doing things to hurt you, you doing it back ten fold and then him taking it to new levels - if he didn’t pull away it would keep going until mutually assured destruction.He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you as if trying to read the thoughts behind your playful expression. Finally, he let out another soft sigh, leaning back on his hands as he shook his head. “Troublesome,” he muttered again simply as he usually did.
You leaned your back against the same wall he did, your eyes shimmering with amusement as your smirk curled wider. Your hair fanned against your back, brushing against the wall, and you shifted slightly, the fabric of your skirt brushing against the mattress as you stretched out, languid and deliberate. Your gaze flicked to Shikamaru, locking onto him like a siren does a sailor.
“So, you really won’t do anything with me?” you asked, your voice low, smooth, and teasing. You raised an eyebrow, your tone dancing between playful and provocative. “Here I am, sprawled out on your bed, practically ‘begging for attention,’ as you so eloquently put it. And yet...” You trailed off, your smirk deepening as you tilted your head to watch his reaction. “You’re still just sitting there.”
Shikamaru didn’t move at first, though his jaw tightened slightly, his gaze flicking toward you as if drawn by some invisible force. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees so the back of his head was only visible to you, his dark eyes narrowing as he stared forward into the darkness of his room. She’s relentless. Always pushing, always testing. And she knows exactly how to get under my skin. Y/N relishes in this cycle. It could be a year and she’d still come back for more.
“Are you really that desperate for a reaction?” he asked, his voice low, daring. His tone was calm, but his posture betrayed the tension building beneath the surface.
“Maybe.” You admitted lightly with a playful smile, your fingers idly tracing the edge of the sheets next to your thigh. “But if I really wanted a reaction, I think we both know I’d already have it.”
His brow furrowed slightly at your words, he was annoyed - annoyed that you had come back here for this - to sit here and tempt him so he could be the one to blame for your cheating on your new boyfriend yet again, so he would be to blame for cheating on his own girlfriend yet again, not you.
His dark eyes narrowed further as he regarded you. “You’re as cocky as always.” he said flatly with a sigh, though there was a faint edge of amusement in his tone - and that’s what you clinged to, the knowing enjoyment that he actually enjoyed this shit as much as you no matter how fucked up it was. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for whatever bullshit you’re playing right now.”
“You say that,” you mused, your voice carrying a teasing lilt as you resumed touching his arm gently, “but I think I’ve gotten under your skin more than you’d like to admit, I always do, don’t I Shikamaru?” Your words were sickly sweet like the nectar of a venus fly trap.
Shikamaru’s lips twitched into a faint, humourless smirk as he leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands. “Maybe,” he conceded repeating the same word you said with an entertained look on his face, his tone measured. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you’re looking for.”
Your eyes narrowed slightly as your almost permanent smirk widened, your amusement only growing at his restraint. “And what do you think I’m looking for?” you asked, your voice soft and probing, like a thread pulling at the edges of his composure.
Shikamaru’s dark eyes lingered on you longer this time, the weight of your presence pressing against the carefully constructed walls he’d tried to keep intact. You sat there next to him, your hand purposefully touching him - making that connection, your eyes glinting with amusement, your smirk daring him to act, to cross the line you had so deliberately drawn. His mind churned, torn between the safe choice of walking away and the pull of something undeniable—a gravity that he knew couldn’t entirely resist, no matter what.
She’s like a poison I can’t stop taking. If I let this happen, it’s only going to complicate things more than they already are. Temari had agreed to date me properly when I swore off ever talking with Y/N again, and I agreed - but here she is, again, and here I am again unable to tell her to fuck off. She’s got me under some sort of genjutsu where I keep making the same old fucking mistakes, I swear. His gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. Damn it all..
He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his hair, his dark eyes closing briefly as if gathering his resolve as he turned his head away from you. You asked smoothly as you relished in his conflicted silence, your voice carrying a teasing edge. “Are you finally starting to see things my way?”
He simply scoffed, still not answering you as he felt himself unravelling slowly. He couldn’t help it with you, falling into old habits and hurting not only each other with the way you both acted but the people around you both. Temari, who he was dating now. Naruto who you were dating. It never just ended with you two - it was always so fucked.
You were completely emboldened by his silence, knowing what questions are probably flickering through his mind. Shikamaru was a logical man, yet with you he seemed to become stupid - stupid enough to keep this going, stupid enough not to kick you out his room.
“Do you remember the first time we almost had sex, years ago?” you asked softly, your voice smooth and low, like water brushing against his skin. You stared at the back of his head, waiting and knowing he would turn to face you, he couldn’t help himself as much as you couldn’t.
Shikamaru’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes narrowing as he turned his head to glance at you, sitting his back against the wall as his shoulders brushed up against yours again. “Of course I remember,” he said, though his tone was measured and deep. “Why bring that up now?” A stupid question really, he knew exactly why you were bringing it up.
You chuckled softly, as your gaze drifted upward for a moment as if picturing it, your smirk widening faintly. You murmured, your voice dangerously teasing him. “The way you told me—no, in fact, commanded me—to sit on your lap under that big tree.” You paused, your eyes flicking back to him, watching him closely as you continued. His eyes were barely open, through being turned on or tired you couldn’t tell.
“You wanted me so badly, that as soon as I sat there I could feel your cock harden beneath me, It throbbed with want and need, for me. I was so innocent back then - as was you. Both uncorrupted really.” you laughed slightly before carrying on, noting that his eyes hadn’t left yours as he listened, it sounded like he was holding his breath.
Your smirk softened, your gaze steady and unyielding as you leaned toward him slightly, your voice dropping to a near whisper as if saying some sort of secret. “You didn’t hesitate back then, selfish man.” You tutted at him, maintaining his dark gaze before carrying on speaking
“You couldn’t help yourself Shikamaru. Your hands were firm, sure of themselves. The way you touched my thighs slowly underneath my skirt, willing my legs to open slowly with your hands...” You tilted your head slightly, your lips almost grazing his ear as you spoke, your hair falling forward over your shoulder. “You made your way ever so slowly upwards, first only lightly touching me through my pants, before pulling them aside with those long fingers of yours - so deliberately.”
You paused, noticing him finally breathing - the dim light cast highlights on his face. He liked it when you were like this, you could tell because he didn’t stop you, didn’t tell you to shut up. “As if you had all the time in the world under that tree, the afternoon sun on us as you slowly rubbed my clit-” you gasped slowly, intimately, half in remembrance of the sensation of his surprisingly skilled fingers massaging you to completion and half to get a reaction out of him, “-bringing me slowly to my corruption as you told me sweetly to trust you, a feeling I chased many times with you. I know you remember Shikamaru..”
“You really have no shame, don’t you?” he muttered, his stare burning into your eyes. He was tense, his shoulder warm against yours, the room felt heavy. You laughed at his words, he was right - you didn’t, at least not anymore, not with him.
“Tell me you don’t want such things again, there’s no way. I know no matter who you’re with, you haven’t found it the same.” You stared into his eyes, knowing that his control was frayed, broken like a taut string holding weights on either side.
Shikamaru’s dark eyes stayed locked on yours, the challenge in your voice hanging heavy in the air. She was right. I had tried fucking Temari multiple times, to get my mind off Y/N - but it had been average. Just sex, no electricity, no all consuming need to absolutely take over the person who laid below him, it was healthy, normal even. Your gaze glinted with quiet satisfaction knowing that his lack of answer confirmed your words, your eyes dared him to act, daring him to step over the line you’d so artfully drawn between you both. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the silence stretched unbearably, tension crackling as the string of control began to snap.
Finally, he sighed—a rough, frustrated sound—and leaned forward, closing the small distance between you both in a single, deliberate motion. The same old mistakes, huh? I’m a moth to a deadly flame no matter what other light is around me. His hand came up to your cheek, his touch firm and quick as he tilted your face slightly toward him, his dark eyes narrowing as they searched yours.
“You always push,” he said darkly, his voice low and even. “Always testing, always trying to get a reaction. Troublesome woman.” His thumb brushed along your cheekbone, slowly lowering to your jawline, his hand on your neck lightly, your memories flared - moments he had wrapped one of his hands around your neck and held tightly - the other covering your mouth as he had fucked you hard against a tree, memories from a year ago, the reason why being lost on you now. Probably you making him jealous at the time, enjoying the way he acted out.
“And you always act so damn sure of yourself.” You smirked at his words - you had won this time, yet again. As he had before, he would risk everything for you and you the same for him. His hand immediately tightened at your neck when he saw your smirk, making your breath hitch. Before you could respond, he leaned in further, his hand loosening around your throat and sliding to the back of your neck as he tugged you forward hard, his lips meeting yours in a firm, deliberate kiss. The tension snapped immediately and you were both all over each other. The kiss turned hungry, fervent, messy.
You gasped against his lips, your hands instinctively clutching the fabric of his black long sleeved shirt. His hands snaked around your waist, tugging at your clothes already.
Wetness started to pool between your legs as it had countless times before - teasing words and dry humour no longer being spoken - just the familiar sound of his bed creaking slightly beneath the both of you as you both fought for control with kisses.
The thought of how wrong this was sent thrill through you as you kept your eyes closed. So wrong, so right. No one in your life had ever made you feel like this. The intensity of the kiss pulled your focus back to him - the way his lips moved against yours with such an urgency that left your head spinning, forgetting about anything outside this room.
His desire was evident and it made your chest twist darkly - it was fucked up really, you had cheated on every boyfriend you ever had with Shikamaru. His lazy fucking attitude bringing you back each time - the need to be consumed, to consume.
He pulled back, your vision hazy with how turned on you were, how badly you wanted him. “You’re one sick bitch Y/N.” His words were quick, heavy with desire - the string had snapped. You laughed, pressing him against the wall quickly as your eyes gleamed with mischief. Without breaking your gaze from him, you slipped forward and straddled him, your knees pressing against his sides and your skirt draped over his lap.
Your hands pressed him into the wall. “And?” you finally answered breathlessly. “You want me just as much as I want you. Did you miss me in these months? Hmm?”
Shikamaru’s eyes were dark, a familiar sneer appearing on his face. He enjoyed this, he was every bit as fucked up as you, you weren’t the only one who had cheated, fucked around behind peoples backs - he did it too, coming to you each and every time. Pushing, always pushing. His jaw tightened, not answering you - not giving you the satisfaction of hearing it outloud. You was right and he fucking hated that you was, he did miss you.
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let me know thoughts and send me some more ideas pllleeease I REALLY ENJOYED writing this, its my first time writing smut and generally writing fanfic - the full thing is available on AO4 which ill link again so you don't have to scroll :)
⤷ ゛ SYNOPSIS ˎˊ˗ In which Robert is sick of playing eye tag with you, and decided that SDN’s 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 & f!rec a little, 2 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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— 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 “date”, 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.
“Robert?” 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 day…hence why he’s even your date tonight in the first place. You want Robert’s attention, his jealousy. So of course he would help you, like any good friend.
And dammit, if Victor wasn’t ecstatic at the opportunity to piss off Robert. Two birds with one stone.
“God, i hope so.” 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 —
“ Hey.”
“On your way yet?”
You scan over the text quickly before your fingers are flying over the keyboard, typing up a response so uniquely you that you’re sure Robert rolls his eyes when you send it.
You : 8:39pm —
“Why? Do you wanna see me that badly?”
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 Victor’s getting invested now, his blinded gaze finally leaving the back of the drivers head as it makes its way to you. “What’d he say?—Actually, what did you say?” He questioned as his eyes narrowed for a moment.
“Just wait…he’s typing.” You huff in response, to which Victor holds his hand up in mock surrender.
Robert : 8:41pm —
“Maybe. Is that an issue?”
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 easily…the idea of it made you dizzy and fuzzy in the legs. You quickly shook off the thoughts—you had to reply; and fast.
You : 8:43pm —
“Mmm…no.”
“Just wanted to hear you say it.”
You grinned at your own reply, but before you could even think at what he would say, his reply was sent.
Robert : 8:43pm —
“Thought so. Let me know when you get here.”
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,” 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 me—?" 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. You—.." 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 you—and 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 look—" 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,—"
'"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?—"
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. "you—"
"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...we—" 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'?—" 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 something—him, 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 remark—anything, just for the sake of being difficult. Yet you only found yourself staring at him, not quite catching whatever look he gave you before Robert—to 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.
“Maybe.., I should fix that.” 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.
“You wanna spank me?” You nearly laughed. Robert was the most vanilla looking man you’ve ever seen in your life. No way in hell was this man kinky—let alone into spanking. “You wouldn’t, no, you couldn’t! You’re the same guy who looked at sonar weird for liking cuffs—shit!”
Your ridicule towards him was cut short by a your gasp, followed by a sudden stinging and loud ‘clap—!’ as his hand landed down against your skin, the area slowly beginning to feel warm.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” 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. "Hah—you are fucking unbelievable, Robert..” You breathed out, a grin forming on your lips.
“If you wanted to touch my ass that bad, could’ve just asked, y’know.” You teased, before you felt his hand land once—then twice, each hit on a different cheek as you kicked your legs up with a small squeal.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart?..you make it sound so easy,” He spoke, his voice lower then before as he gave a sigh through his nose.
Smack—!
“As if you wouldn’t tease and tease, like you already have been all night.” 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.
“Robert—“ You huffed out, trying not to sound as breathless as you actually were. “I thought you’d hit harder than that,” you murmured, grinning at your own comment.
“jesus, you just don’t know when to quit it, do you?” 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.
“Shit—!” You jolted, your thighs tensing as they tried to close, but his legs kept you open—vulnerable. 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.
Robert’s hand slid down from your knee, his fingers grazing over the dampening patch on your panties. “You love this shit, don’t you?” He mutters quietly against your ear, almost like a realization.
He doesn’t 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. “Fucking soaked. You get off from driving me god damn crazy, pretty? Being all rough with you cause’ you pissed me off?” He spoke, and he nearly scoffed when you gave a soft sigh.
“Mhm…pissed off is a damn good look on you,” 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.
“you’re annoying as all hell, i hope you know that.” 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.
“You love it,” 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.
“Mmn—God..” 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 could—and 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.
“Look at you now, what happened to all that talk, hm? Haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re all whiny.” He couldn’t help but snicker, tightening his grip for a moment when you didn’t reply. “I asked you a question, pretty girl. Answer it.”
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.
“Keep going,” You breathed—begged. 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. “Thought so,”
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 ‘being so close.’
"Ngh, fuck! Robert, m'comingm'coming—!" 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 you—slightly 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.
“You think I can't take it? You've really gotta cool your ego, Rob–” 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.
“Open up. Tongue out.” 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 mouth–inch by inch, every bob of your head taking him deeper.
“You wanna act like you can take it? Then take it, and stop fucking talking for once,” 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.
“Fuck, youre so pretty like this..should keep this bratty mouth stuffed more often, hmn?” 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.
“Hands off.” 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.
“Mmnf–” 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.
“Shit, sweetheart, m’almost there. Keep going for me, alright?” 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. “That's all you got?” 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. “Listen, if you wanted me to fuck that attitude out of you, y’couldve just said that.”
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.
“I can walk by myself, Robert. Put me down–fuck!” 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.
“No. Quit the squirming already.” 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.
“What’re you–” 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.
“Strip, pretty.” He interrupted suddenly, fully taking off his belt that had already been undone in the living room and tossing it beside you. “Because as much as I love you in that damn dress, I need it off. Now.” He admitted, his eyes trailing up and down your form.
“Cant even ask nicely?” You snickered, taking your time as you sat up on your knees, keeping your gaze locked on his before you slowly–teasingly, 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 skin–you. 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.
“Turn around for me.” 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.
“Do you do this often with your sex dolls at home?” 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.
‘Yes, actually. All the time. I bend them over just like this, and fuck them for hours while i pretend theyre you.” He replied–way 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.
“Are you always this desperate?” He suddenly fired back, raising a brow as he let his thumb circle your clit, watching you clench around nothing.
“Im never desperate, Robert.” You breathed out, but the way you shivered told a different story.
“Right…and I'm the president.” 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.
“Wow…look at you, huh? How many times have you played out having me bent over in a suite?” You spoke up, giving a breathy giggle.
“Oh, I don't think you wanna know.” 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.
“Don’t scream, sweetheart.” 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.
“Oh—!” 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.
“How’re you doing down there, pretty? Hm?” 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.
“Mhmmn. That feels so good, doesn’t it, pretty girl?” He panted against your ear as his hand on your head moved to wrap around your throat once more, his hips quickening their pace. “See how good I can make you feel when you just lose the attitude and behave?”
All you could give was a nod and whine out a pathetic “Mhm!, Yes—God, yes—“ , letting him marvel at just how easily he broke you down. He was so deep couldn't decipher where he’d 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.
“Shit, you’re so pretty, sweetheart—Don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” 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 ‘shlick’ echoing throughout the room as his hips rammed forward against your ass. Each of his thrust added onto the ring of white that’s 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 mock–but 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.
“You close, baby? Gonna let that pretty pussy finish all over my cock with me?” 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,
“Cmon sweetheart, finish for me. And let me see that pretty face while you do.” Robert urged teasingly, watching as your glossy eyes focused back onto his. “Oh, and say thank you.” 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.
“Robert, fuck, thank you–!” 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 he’s 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.
“Shiiit–s’too much, Robert–mmn!” 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.
“Eyes on me baby. Look at who’s making you feel this good, yea? Who’s using you like you’ve practically been beggin’ him to.” 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 “Please–”
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.
“You take me so good, gorgeous...I've got you.” 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 tonight…even though Robert swears blazer said he could take off.
“Any…Anyone here–In here?” 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.
“You can be quiet for me, can’t you pretty girl?” 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 you’d been holding back ever since Herman entered to clean.
Roberts' pace immediately quickened as he panted against your lips–harder, faster. His breaths were harsh as he moved his hand from your lower tummy down to your clit, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bud. “Look at you, pretty, all dumb and desperate for my cock like you need it to live.” 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 he’d think you didn't want him to leave. His rhythm grew completely off–all 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.
“Fuck-s’good–Robert, m’close..” You whimpered against his lips as he went to kiss you, tongue and teeth clashing with pure need.
“Thats it, sweetheart–cmon.” 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.
“Too much, please–” 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 soft–gentle. Like he was conveying every deep-seated feeling he had harbored for you into it.
“Dont ever fucking make me chase you around like that again, pretty.” He whispered against your lips, nearly pleading between laboured breaths as he rested his forehead against your own.
“Youre mine, alright?” 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.
“Hey…let me get you cleaned up, sweetheart..then you can sleep.” 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.
“Huh. Guess Herman did a pretty good job,” 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.
“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” He spoke, not being able to help the chuckle that followed after watching you.
“Just…” You spoke up, voice hoarse. “i always thought you were a vanilla kinda guy,” you whispered with a small snicker, jolting when the cool rag gently brushed against your sensitive cunt.
“Well,” Robert shrugged, gently cleaning you up. “Now you know I'm not.” He murmured, taking a shirt he grabbed from his suitcase and gently helping you put it on.
“Now, quit questioning how kinky I am and get some sleep.” He spoke, laying down beside you as he tugged the blanket over both of you.
“The banquet isn’t that important anyways.” 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 Robert’s 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.
Sonar : 11:28pm —
"Ma'am, you won a fucking award, where are you??"
"..You guys still fucking or what?"
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