"Yeah, the little white one is Pearl," you excitedly tell the Dagger Squad as you scroll through the photos of your newest foster kittens. "And the little brown tabby is Poppy!"
You're leaning over a table in the training room, grinning ear-to-ear as you show off the billion pictures you've taken of the sweet little kittens that have been consuming your life.
The squad is doing everything in their power to show interest in the photos, swallowing yawns and making over-exaggerated nodding motions when you turn to look for their approval. It isn't just that they love you and genuinely wouldn't want to seem uninterested in something so important to you, but it's also that your dad could have their heads mounted on the walls if they so much as upset you.
You're a Simpson--Cyclone's only daughter and youngest child--but you couldn't be more opposite of your father. You're a bubbly person by nature, someone who could talk to a brick wall. You're the kind of person that could ruin their favorite jeans and still somehow have a good day.
Rooster and Phoenix have their arms crossed as you scroll through the endless pictures, one blurry picture of a little kitten to the next. But they adore you--you're grinning so big that you could light up a dark room. So they keep watching, smiling and nodding.
Bob's watching from across the room very subtly. At this point, the two of you have mastered subtly. As much as he wishes he could be one of the people that crowds around you to look at kitten pictures, he knows that he wouldn't be able to help himself from getting a little too close to you. He doesn't think he'd be able to stop himself from pecking your cheek or wrapping his arm around your waist. So he doesn't go out of his way to be overly affectionate to you when he sees you around on base, which is often. He's Bob, which means he's overtly polite and overly-nice, and he treats you the same as he'd treat anyone else on base. But it's these little stolen glances that keeps him going throughout the day--just ticking the minutes until the day is over and he can go home to you and your kittens. There he can do whatever he damn well pleases with you without having to worry about prying eyes.
"Oh, and just look at this video I got of Poppy..." you laugh, scrolling quickly through your camera roll in search of a video of Poppy trying to climb the sofa.
Your heart jumps in your throat when you pass the picture. It's quick, really, just a fleeting image across your screen. But you know what it is: it's the picture you took of Bob napping with the kittens the other day. It's unmistakably Bob, too, despite his stubble and un-gelled hair. You're praying no one else saw it, praying that everyone's lost interest by now.
But you have six of some of the world's greatest Fighter Pilots around you, watching your phone with their eagle-eyes. Nothing really gets past them.
"Wait," Hangman interrupts, pointing to the phone with furrowed brows. "Go back."
The rest of the squad makes a sound of agreement and you try to stutter something back, something that resembles an excuse, but then Rooster is reaching out himself and swiping back through the photos.
The chorus of gasps that fill the room draw Bob out of his trance. He looks away from where your fingers are curled around your phone and sees that all six of his squad-mates are staring at him with their jaws slacked and their eyes wide. Except Hangman--no, he's grinning ear-to-ear. You're already looking at Bob, too, apologetically grimacing and mouthing I'm so sorry to him.
"Bob Floyd," Phoenix starts lowly, glancing down at the picture again. Her voice is stained with disbelief--how could she have missed you and Bob? She loved both of you so much and Hell, she even trusted Bob with her life. How could she have not known before?
"You sly, sly dog," Coyote says, grinning, clapping you on the shoulder.
"Simpson's daughter?" Fanboy adds, like you aren't standing right there. "Floyd, you animal!"
What the squadron doesn't know is that your father is actually quite fond of Bob--he even insists that Bob call him Beau. They've shared a couple glasses of good scotch and Simpson has even invited Bob to play golf a couple of Sunday's. Really, your relationship is only a secret from the squadron--and you feel vindicated for making that decision as you watch all of them scramble to pat Bob on the shoulder.
"Well, I'll be damned," Rooster whistles with an impressed grin, squeezing your arm. "You and Bobby Floyd."
You're blushing something fierce, watching as Bob flushes at all the sudden attention, not confident enough to stand while the boys ruffle his hair.
"Guess the cat's out of the bag," Bob finally manages to say, laughing dryly at his poorly-timed pun.
Payback grins at you.
"You're a lucky lady, aren't you?"
The truth is you are a lucky lady. You and Bob have been together for longer than any of the squadron would ever guess, carefully tip-toeing around base when you see each other to not draw attention to situation. Bob makes your coffee every morning and you adopt kittens together. You iron Bob's uniform because you used to do it for your father and you think Bob is just as important. You dance on sunlit porches and share good wine with your family on Saturday nights after big dinners. Bob's the best person you've ever met.
And Bob knows that really, he's the lucky one here. Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to the world--period. You're funny, like the kind of funny that has him laughing before the sun's even come up and he didn't think that was possible. You still get excited every time he comes home, racing to the foyer and smashing your lips against his as you chatter about your day and help him unlace his boots. You're the kind of person that will bottle-feed kittens every two hours and not so much as complain about it, not even when the feedings are at three in the morning.
The two of you are totally and completely in love--you have been for a while. But, yes, Bob's right: the cat is out of the bag now.
"I am a lucky lady," you tell Payback, locking your phone and making your way over to Bob with a sweet, sweet smile.
Can someone help me find this bob floyd x reader fics. Reader and him go to a motel and have sex which Bob records and then shows the recording to Natasha. Later the dagger squad is talking i think and like they say something about how the don’t believe that bob fucks but natasha tells them that she has seen the recording and she knows that he definitely does.
anyways it was something along those lines but it was a really long time ago, me and my friend spent a rlly long time trying to find it in our likes but we can’t.
description: Bob usually can keep it in his pants when you’re around, until this one night after the bar.
warnings: SMUT. a lot of it. dirty bob… mhmm. BOBFUCKS supremacy. minors DNI pls. masturbation, fingering. protected sex (piv), oral f & m! receiving.
pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader 🤍
a/n: goodbye this one shot has utterly consumed every braincell I have… (2 are on vacation, the 1 braincell left behind is struggling besties).
After another night of hanging out with your friends at the Hard Deck, you were sitting next to Bob. For the longest time, Bob has had a massive crush on you, he was just too shy to ever say anything about it. Everyone but you knew he had the hots for you. It was surprisingly obvious, but you had no idea the effect you had on him, especially in your short little sundresses you suddenly started wearing to the Hard Deck.
Ever since that first night you strutted in, with your short pink sundress swinging about, Bob knew he was done for. Every time you spun around it would slightly lift, not showing anything, but Bob’s thoughts ran wild. He always kept himself in check whenever he was in public, but when he got home? Oh well he was sitting on his bed jerking off to the thoughts of your sundress being bunched around your waist as you ride him. Or your pretty little mouth around his dick, with your tits practically falling out of the sundress.
He was embarrassed that he had these thoughts of you, but that didn’t stop him from relieving himself every night after he spent time with you. He groaned every time you mentioned going out with another guy, knowing they don’t deserve you. Hell, he’s not even sure he deserves you. You were the epitome of sunshine.
He thanked the lucky stars that Phoenix made you tag along with her to the bar one fateful night. He remembers his exact reaction the moment you walked through those doors, with your anxious smile hiding your bubbly personality. Bob was observing the bar as he usually does, when he noticed you.
He gulped back his water, hoping that would cool him down. Suddenly, the bar was 85 degrees hotter than it should’ve been and he could feel his cheeks burning up. He swore he sweat through his shirt, the moment you walked up to the group. As you were making the rounds of introductions, Bob was listening to the way your voice sounded, you had an accent of sorts.
Eventually, Phoenix brought you over to him. He felt the room start to spin as you smiled brightly at him. He extended his hand out to greet you, but you pulled him into a hug he would never forget. After that heavenly exchange, you noticed Bob left fairly quickly. Little did you know, he was taking care of himself in the bathroom. He was so embarrassed of himself but he couldn’t go home so soon, he had to get to know you more.
And that was the story of how you became the bane of Bob’s existence. Well, not really, but sexually yea. You became friends with Bob over the course of a few years. Eventually, you were apart of their group, without actually being a naval aviator. You tagged along on their hangouts, game nights, whatever the occasion was. You were friends with every one, because you were sunshine.
Thats how you got your honorary ‘callsign’, Sunshine. Bob mistakingly let it slide when he got drunk, which was the only time he had drank in front of you. Everyone teased you with it after that, and it just stuck.
Tonight, you nor Bob had any idea the night was going to turn out the way it did. Preparing for this night, you were trying on a bunch of different new outfits you splurged on. Texting each one to your groupchat with the squad in it, you were seeing which one got the most commotion. This was the first time you did this, and Bob was bewildered. Hangman was making flirty comments, along with Payback, and Coyote. Rooster was absent from the group chat, he never really talked much in it. Fanboy was sending thumbs up to each one, Phoenix was sending audio recordings of her whistling.
Bob liked every single outfit, until you sent a certain one. It was a baggy shirt tucked into a pretty tennis skirt. Bob nearly had an aneurysm. He sent two thumbs up to that one. You had been teasing Bob lately. Sort of developing a small crush on him, thinking he’d never like you back. You always thought he was the more kinder one of the group. He never said flirty remarks to get you to pay attention to him, which was all the more reason to notice him. It was fun flirting with the other boys, for fun. You didn’t notice how Bob would get insanely jealous because they knew he had the hots for you, and would flirt with you to just piss him right off.
So when you walked through that door in the outfit he got off to the most, his jaw dropped. Tonight was going to be different, he bet. Everyone whistled and hollered as you strolled in. You were wearing a different outfit from your usual sundress get up, which caused the reaction. You borrowed a pair of Rooster’s aviators to go along with the fit. Posing for everyone, Bob just stared intensely. You were wearing another mans aviators, which made him feel a different way.
The whole night, he was staring at the length of your skirt. Every time you got up, it would stick to the seat and you’d have to reposition it. Bob was holding back from staring at you as you bent over the pool table. You purposefully were right in front of him, so he got the best view. He had an inkling that you did that on purpose, but why would you of all people tease him? Why not Rooster, or Payback. They were much more “godlike” than him, he thought.
When you sat back down next to Bob, your legs touched. He was wearing cargo shorts, and you seen him hitch a breathe when the touch occurred, so you waited to see how long this would last. You spent the next few minutes with your knees touching, and eventually you scooted closer so the side of your body was pressed right against his side. This was just torture to him, and know it became abundantly clear you were doing this on purpose. After a few torturous moments, Bob worked up enough courage to whisper in your ear.
“Can I talk to you outside for a second?” he asks, softly. You nod and he retreats outside. You waited a minute, then got up to join him. He was leaned against the bar wall, not noticing you walked out for a second before his face went soft.
“What are you doing?” he asked, facing towards you as you leaned yourself against the wall.
“What do you mean what am I doing?” you smirk lightly. Oh this is a game to you isn’t it, he thought. Of course you were torturing him, as if you not doing this wasn’t enough for him.
“You know what you’re doing, pretty girl” he smiles, pushing himself off the wall, moving towards you. He’s now a step or two away from you, directly in front, staring down into your eyes. You had the prettiest eyes, and the softest face imaginable.
Your breath hitches as you go to open your mouth, only for Bob to move in closer, leaning his right hand next to your head. You quickly closed your mouth, biting your lip as his pretty blue eyes turned dark. You peered down to avoid his devilish look in his eyes, to notice his hard on in his shorts. You quickly, and innocently looked back up, hitching your breath once more.
He leans in, catching a whiff of your shampoo. Smelled of coconut and vanilla. Of course this was turning him on even more, especially when you whimpered as he got close.
“Look what you do to me” he whispers, in a deeper voice than usual, right into your ear. You can feel yourself soaking through your white lace underwear. You chose to wear a matching white lace set, for no special reason. If you weren't already soaked to the core, you sure were now.
"I had no idea I had such an e-effect on you," you say, shooting a small smile. You move your hand out to touch his chest, slowly moving your hand further down. Bob is quick to stop you, before you make him lose his mind in public tonight.
"We're going home," he says in a deep voice, with his hand tightly around your wrist, "NOW." he adds. He drags you to his car, abandoning yours. Bob would end up getting someone to retrieve it for you at a later point, but that car was the least of his problems tonight.
As he opens the door and gestures you inside the passenger side, you place a kiss on his cheek. He gets all red and flustered, even more than he was before. The whole way home his hand was your thigh, slowly inching up. You had been teasing Bob all night, so now it was his turn. His time to show you who’s really in charge here.
As soon as Bob pulls into his driveway, he’s leaned over, one hand on your neck, the other is pushing against your damp panties. The sounds you were spilling out were like music notes to his ears.
“So wet already huh? I’ve barely touched you.” he grunts, sliding your panties to the side as he drags his digits through your slick folds. Once he makes his way to your clit, you’re a moaning mess.
“Look what you do to me” you mock his earlier comment, throwing your head back as he quickly inserts two fingers.
“I will have none of that attitude sweet girl” he mutters against your neck as he keeps pumping his digits in and out of you. Wet noises are filling his truck, along with the pretty little sounds coming out of you, that Bob loves so much. His mouth is all over your jaw, and your neck, also your collarbone. You were completely melted against the seat he was pushing you into. As soon as you felt that familiar feeling start to form in your stomach, you clenched your walls around Bobs large fingers. He knew you were close, and quickly pulled them out.
“No no no” you moaned out, wincing at the loss of contact. As much as Bob wanted to see you come undone on his fingers so easily, he wanted to tease you.
“Patience” he ordered. He licked his fingers clean of your juices, then proceeded to get out. He jogged over to your door, and saw your legs were jelly as you jumped out of the truck. “Need help my love?” he laughs. You nod slowly, and within seconds he’s swept you up bridal style as he kicks his truck door closed. Making way to his front porch, you’ve moved your mouth onto his neck, driving him crazy. You found a soft spot that made Bob weak in the knees, teasing with your tongue.
As soon as Bob got the door open, after minutes of fumbling the keys because you were still using the weak spot to your advantage, he quickly closed the door. Within a mere seconds, your legs were on the ground, and you were pinned against the door. His knee was shifting your thighs apart, as you buckled your hips onto his thigh, begging for any friction.
“Needy little girl,” he groans against your collarbone. Your hands found their way from his back, up to his hair. Giving little tugs on his hair, Bob was melting. He quickly hoisted you flush against him, with your legs wrapped around his waist. As he’s carrying you to his bedroom, he’s unhooking your bra, you begin giggling at how smooth it was, and he just sighs into your neck.
The moment he got to his bed, Bob threw you down. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, making sure you weren’t regretting it. “100% su-“ you try to say, before his lips are on yours. He’s making use of his hands, tearing your clothes off piece by piece. Grinding into your core to find friction. You’re like a couple of horny teenagers making out right now.
You were painfully aware of how naked you were, and how clothed Bob was. Once you both came up for air, he scooted you towards the edge of the bed while he dropped to his knees. He was painfully hard behind his shorts, one hand cupping his dick through them. The other hand was circling your clit, while he dived right in. Licking up and down, in through your core. Occasionally he would switch between sticking 2 fingers in you, while sucking on your clit.
The noises you were expelling were some of the best he has ever heard. You were so needy for him, and he loved that. Whatever he imagined while getting off alone? Not even half as good as this. “Oh god please please” you moan out, feeling yourself reach your climax once again.
“Beg more, sweet girl” Bob groaned against your cunt. The vibrations were sending you overboard, along with his fingers and mouth.
“Oh please, sir.” you suddenly blurt out. Bob momentarily stops, readjusting himself as somehow he’s become even more hard. All of a sudden, it was like a light switch was flicked. Bob sped up what he was doing, acting like a starved man. Clearly he had a sir kink (oooo boy).
“Yes baby, come on,” he groans, “come for me” he moans out as you come undone. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are in the back of your head. This was easily the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Bob quickly sits up from the ground, face glistening in the light, licking his lips.
As you were laying there in a daze, Bob quickly took off his shirt, and fumbled with his shorts, searching for a condom in his nightstand drawer. He finally found one, but before he could get it on, you sat up and pulled his boxers down, revealing his length, and my god was he HUGE.
“Oh god” he moans out as you take his length in your hand. Slowly pumping him, you swirl your tongue around his tip, moving the pre cum that was leaking out. He had to brace himself by holding one hand on to the headboard. The other hand was getting tangled in your soft hair. You took most of his length in your mouth, eliciting the hottest groans from him. He ever so slowly used his grip on your pretty little head to push you further, causing you to gag.
“Oh fuck sweet girl, just like that” he muttered out, nearly losing his balance as you were bringing him to his own climax. He quickly stopped you before he could finish, as much as he wanted to finish on your face, or in your mouth, he needed to feel you. You licked your lips as he was putting on the condom, hissing at the sensitivity.
You lean back on the bed, peering up at him through your eyelashes as he lined himself up, hoisting your legs around his waist. He slowly pushed in, getting you used to the length. It was a fair stretch, causing you to feel pain and pleasure. Once you were adjusted, you were practically crying, begging him to move.
“Bobby, please move.” you begged, seeing him smirk lightly. He moved one of his hands to your throat, gripping slightly. You hitched your breath as he slowly pulled himself out, only to ram back into you, his grip on your neck tightening. The sounds coming out of the both of you was pornographic.
His thrusts were heavenly, especially when he lowered himself onto you, bare skin touching. His hand was on your throat, his mouth was rotating from your lips, to your jaw, over to your neck, across your collarbone, slightly messing with your breasts, then back up to your lips again to continue the cycle.
You tied your ankles around his waist, pushing him deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. This caused the most beautiful moan to come out of your mouth. Bob knew he hit the spot, and kept hitting it over and over again until you came on his dick. Feeling your walls clench around him was enough to also send him through his climax. You both laid there, panting, trying to gather your breath. He gripped your neck so tight at one point there were slight bruises.
After a few minutes pass, and both of your breathing has been regulated, Bob slowly removes himself from you. The loss of contact and fullness is devastating, feeling empty now. He quickly hurries to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth, also discarding his full condom. He returns moments later to clean you up, and find you comfy clothes. He settles on his old navy t-shirt. He helps it over your head, and pulls back his comforter to get you settled in bed.
Once he’s decent himself, he’s joined you, cuddling up behind you. “You did so good my love” he mumbles into your hair, pressing kisses to the top of your head. You turn around and nuzzle into his chest, resulting in him to pull you even closer. Within a few minutes, you’re fast asleep on his arm, with his other one draped around your waist. He’s never seen a more perfect sight.
Confident you can’t hear him, he starts rambling quietly. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he starts, playing with your hair, “I thank my lucky stars you walked into my life that day at the bar.” he places one more kiss to your head, and dozes off.
You did hear him. You will never forget those words.
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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, thumb sucking, oral (male receiving), face fucking, slight overstimulation, it’s dirty... but its also short, not edited
A/N: cowboy!bob... orgasm! anyways, this is inspired by Cowboy Take Me Away by The Chicks
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Bobby just got back from deployment earlier this week and with the problems all around the property, I haven’t been able to welcome him back.
His family and mine have been neighbors since before we both were born.
“Hey hun, it’s our turn to feed the horses. I gotta get to town, can you do it?” my dad asked as he was looking around the house for his truck keys.
“Umm sure I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders as I slipped on my boots and putting on my trucker hat.
“Thanks! And maybe go say hi to Robert, i’m sure he’d like to see you.” he pushed the bill of my hat and left the door with a chuckle.
I quickly headed to the garage starting up the quad, my dog Boomer running in circles ready for the ride.
I hopped on and drifted out of the drive way and onto the acres of grass, Boomer running behind me as his ears flopped repeatedly.
Five minutes later, I parked in front of the wooden and brick stable. The doors already fully opened, I walked in making sure to check all of my sides.
Boomer running ahead of me, taking a sharp turn and barking. There was the mystery man, getting ready to wheel out the food for the stallions but petting Boomer with one hand.
“Bobby?” I called out to the man in a tight shirt, Wrangler jeans, and a cowboy hat.
He turned around, squinting to see who it was. As I walked closer, I can tell by his facial expressions that he realized it was me.
“Y/n!” he dropped the barrel of alfalfa and took long strides at me with a big smile on both of our faces.
I welcomed him with open arms, his arms hugging tight and his body warm against me.
He steps away and places his hands on his hips. “Booms almost had me in the bone orchard.” he bent down, scratching behind my furry companions ear.
“What are you doing here? I was gon come by and visit you.” I playfully scolded him as he began wheeling the food out to the aisle.
“I was gon take Pilot on a ride but saw that they’ve done ate all their food.” he was talking more like he was from California, his drawl barely there.
“Mind if I join?” I asked, hoping he gave the okay.
“Of course you can.” he smiled, opening up the gate of stall and scooping the pellets.
I helped him feed all eight horses in the herd stables that’s shared amongst our two families and the two across from us.
We both grabbed our separate horses and readied them up, putting on their head piece and saddles.
We pulled them out of the stables and mounted.
“Where to Bobby?” we slowly galloped as we decided on where to ride to.
“Cubby?”
My eyes lit up and my cheeks hurt from smiling when I heard of our childhood treehouse our fathers partnered up on building for us.
We signaled our rides to trot and head towards the playhouse.
Once we arrived, we tied up our horses to the base of the tree then we climbed on up. The wood was rickety, yet steady and sturdy still after all these years.
We walked around the small house, looking at all our old toys and carving, opening up the windows to see the view of our neighboring lands.
“I haven’t been up here in like 8 years” I whispered, swiping my finger along the dusty plastic table.
“I forgot this even existed until I saw you.” he chuckled. I can feel heat creep up onto my the apples of my cheeks.
I saw down onto the old plastic table that my dad added when we were younger, Bob leaned against the railing of the window with his back towards the view.
“How's umm uh.. Jeremy? That's his name right?” he squinted his eyes are the possible mistake of the name.
“Oh I broke up with him.” I went straight to the point of my past relationship.
“Really?” he asked, his eyes wider than before.
“Yep, I finally realized that he was just using me” his eyebrows furrowed from heading what that son of a bitch did. “Didn’t like him that much anyways.”
I shrugged my shoulders and Bob chuckled quietly.
“How about you? Any lucky Navy lady?” I asked, kicked my feet up onto the table and holding them to my chest.
“Nope.” he popped the ending of the word.
“What?” I yelled out in surprised. “You? Robby? Robert Floyd doesn't have a Navy Lady?”
I was in literal shock, my mouth open and jaw on the floor.
“Robby, please don't tell me you didn't fuck someone at least once while you were deployed.” I looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for his answer.
This was a typical conversation between us, it’s been like this since he told me about his first time jerking off in middle school.
“I just used my hand and pillow.” his hands rubbed across his face, normal signs showing that he was embarrassed.
“You're joking with me!” I had my hand covering my mouth, my feet now dangling off the little kiddie table.
“I’m not.” now rubbing at the nape of his neck.
“How about I help you and you help me?” I outed, keeping my eyes on him to see his reaction.
“What’d you say?” he crossed his arms.
“I haven't gotten off since I broke up with Jeremy a month ago, and well you were deployed for like 8 weeks without a proper orgasm.” I told him our struggles.
I can tell by the look on his face that he thought I was absolutely going mad. His face also looked like he wasn't opposed to the idea.
“I- I don't know about this.” he stuttered out, his eyes flickered all around the room.
“Bobby, we’ve been best friends since we popped out of the womb. You’ve seen my naked a handful of times.” I looked at him with darkened eyes.
His demeanor changed, his back straightened up and lips curled into a smirk. He was deep in his thoughts, thinking about everything we can do, every position, and everywhere we could do it.
I knew that Bob had a crush on me when we were in high school when we both started to mature and get horny. We never had sex, but those many parties that I forced him to come with me to turned into something. Little make out sessions in the corner of the parties to dry humping on the nasty couch until one of us came. He always made sure I didn't drink much because he didn't want to haul my ass back into the truck.
I would be lying if I said that I was never attracted to Bob and that I never fantasized about him. Bob has it all, the brains, the look, the charm, and he’s my best friend.
“Look, I don't want to fuck if you're just using me to get over Jeremy.” he was stern, his arms crossed and legs spread apart. I couldn't tell if I was drooling or not.
I was taken back by his words. “Robert, you know I would never use you. I would never treat you the way that son-of-a-bitch Jeremy treated me.” I jumped off the kiddie table and made slow steps towards his figure.
His chin was down but his eyes were watching every step I took.
“Im gonna be honest here Bobby.” I stopped with a foot between us. “I was happy to hear that you didn't touch another gal. Happy that no other girl has made you cum.”
The way he leaned against the window, his jeans tight against his spread out legs, his shirt tight in all the right places. He looked like a God.
“You got a dirty mouth.” he mumbled out.
My head tilted to the side with dumb little smirk. “Im sorry what’d you say?”
His hand came up to my face, his warm thumb against my bottom lip. “I said that you got a dirty mouth.”
His eyes were eyeing my lips, watching his thumb rub against my lips as my eyes watched him.
“You gonna shut me up? Huh Robby?” I whispered out before he put his thumb between my lips, dragging on the edge of my teeth.
“Oh I’m gonna shut you up hun.” He grumbled out. My lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking on it and tongue moving around.
His tongue rolled against the inner part of his cheek, chuckling at my action.
He removed his thumb from my mouth, rubbing my saliva on my lips and cheek as he used his other hand to lower me down to my knees. I looked up at him with big eyes, my bottom lip caught in my teeth, and my hand palming him through his jeans.
His groans were heaven. The way he reacted even though there’s two layers between my hand and his cock.
His hips bucked into my hand, telling me to get a move one. Both of my hands fumbled with his belt, the big buckle making it harder so he had to take over as my hands sat on the back of his knees.
Once his jeans hit the floor, my hands immediately reached up to the elastic waistband of his boxers that showed his prominent bulge. I brought my lips down to his adonis belt, leaving a wet peck as I pulled down the cloth. His cock grazed my cheek as it slapped against his stomach.
I whimpered at the sight of his dick. Red pulsing tip with the pearls of pre-cum on the tip. The thick vein on the bottom and just the right amount of little hairs.
I was hungry for his cock. I wanted to taste him. I was eager.
My hand wrapped around the base and the tip passed my lips. My tongue getting a taste of him which made me hum, sending vibrations up his body.
“Lookin so pretty, doll.” he said with a little fight to his voice, trying not to be so loud.
I took him further into my mouth, my tongue trailing the thick vein as his tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged around him which made his moan out.
The noises he made were fuel.
“F-fuck! Doing s-so good for me!” he praised as my hand and mouth worked together to have him reach the edge.
His hands were holding my hair, trying his best to not push my head down. I didn't want that.
I brought my hand to his on the back of my head, showing him that he can take control. He understood and immediately started pushing my face into his pelvis as his hips thrusted to my lips.
I was a gagging mess with tears staining my cheeks and my saliva running down my chin and neck.
I can tell he was close by his contorting face and the stutter of his lips.
I hallowed my cheeks and sucked on him, my hand cupping his balls. Giving a little pressure as he thrusted into my throat.
“Im gonna cum! Fuck!” he held my face against him, his cock fully down my throat as I was gagging and breathing through my nose.
He shot his cum down my throat, rubbing my scalp with his fingers.
He pulled out of my mouth, my lips sucking his harder and following him trying to get more from him. Trying to milk him but he kept hissing from how sensitive he was.
His cock was soft in front of my face. He looked down at me with his hair sticking to his forehead as his chest fell and rose. His smirk still plastered on his face.
I opened my mouth to show him that I swallowed all of his cum. He threw his head back with a groan, his cock getting hard again from my action.
He looked back down at me, his hands cradled my jaw as he pulled me up onto my feet. His lips attacked mine, tasting himself on my lips and tongue.
My hand reached his dick again, stroking him and paying attention to the tip. He was moaning into the kiss.
“Fuck baby!” he pulled my hand away from him. “Im too sensitive right now.”
We both chuckled as we kissed again, tucking him back into his boxers.
I pull my “uniform” out of my employee locker and slam the door to get it to shut. I sigh, this is what I get for picking up extra shifts, 8am private tours of Elite Naval Aviators. I really hope they aren’t a group of cocky old men ready to call me condescending names. I slide my thin vest over my clothes. Of course, I’d choose a pale blue tank top to go under a white crochet swimsuit cover. I was just glad I chose jeans today instead of a skirt, I didn't need more harassment than I already got. I button the vest at my stomach and pick my coffee up off the break room table. My early morning pick me up definitely helped make this shift more livable. I set it back down and make my way through the door leading to the hangar.
I can see the aviators milling about through the glass lobby doors, luckily I spot a woman or two among them and none of them looked old enough to cat call. I walk quickly to the doors, checking my watch, 7:53am, right on time. I walk towards the doors and turn the lock.
“Hello!” I say, trying to sound cheery and awake, “Welcome to the Naval Air Museum, Hanger four; the Cold War.”
The group gathers around and a few of them smile at me and one man with glasses gives a shy wave. I feel an abnormal heat spread at the back of my neck. I knew I was touring Aviators today but I didn't expect so many of them to be attractive. Actually all of them were attractive.
I force a smile, “Here at the museum all of the employees go by callsigns, mine is Sweetie and I'll be your guide today.” A few of the group chuckle and my neck heats up from the attention. “I’ll be taking you around and showing you planes from each decade of the cold war. Feel free to ask me questions at any time and I will try my best to answer them. If you have further questions, you can always scan the QR codes on the displays for more information.”
Reciting the memorized script eased my nerves. I asked the group to follow me and I made my way through the tour, stopping at key planes to describe their uses or pilots or any of the many, many boring details of their reason for being in a museum. I saw a few of the group yawn on occasion and some had stopped to read other planes' descriptions. There was one person who kept their eyes trained on me, the same man who had waved at me in the lobby. He was tall and lean with wavy dirty blond hair. He wore thin gold glasses that suited his face. He wore a vintage t-shirt tucked into well fitted jeans. He had a worn blue carhartt jacket and he looked absolutely stunning.
I stumbled over my monologue about the F-15 and he smiled at me and gave an encouraging nod. I feel my face turn red at his attention. I'm about to finish my tour when I spot a woman walking between the exhibits, drink in hand and two kids running ahead of her, one with a tablet and the other with a bag of chips as big as their head.
“Excuse me ma’am, this section of the museum is closed for a private tour until nine.” I say politely. She turns quickly on her heel and looks me up and down. My stomach drops, one of those huh.
“I paid to be here,” she looks at my name tag and scoffs, “Sweetie.”
I smile with my teeth gritted and try to remain courteous, “Im sure you did ma’am but there was a sign posted out front saying this section is closed. We have plenty of other wonderful hangars open to the public.”
She rolls her eyes and places a hand on her hip defiantly, “Don’t ma’am me young lady. I will go wherever I please as long as I’m a paying customer.”
Her grating voice attracts the attention of the pilots, a few start to move in closer to see what the commotion is. “Ma’a- Miss, I’m sorry this tour is a special request from-” I start.
“I don’t care who's ‘special request it was’, I've been sitting in the car with those two,” she gestures to her two kids running between the planes, “for five hours. So I’d like to enjoy the museum that I paid to see.”
I open my mouth to say something else, getting frustrated, when I hear the door to my left slam open. I hear a voice echo through the hangar, “I know someone is not yelling at my employee at eight in the fucking morning.” It's my manager, Dynamite.
“Oh, Dynamite you’re-” I start before she holds her hand up to me. I stand there shocked as Dynamite lays into the woman escorting him towards the door. I see one of the pilots, the muscular blond one, lean over to his friend and murmur, “That's hot.”
Dynamite, returns to the group and smiles professionally, “Sorry about that y’all. I hope you enjoy the rest of your tour with our Sweetie here.” She gives me a gentle pat on the shoulder, “If anyone has any questions at all let me know, I’ll be over here figuring out paperwork at the side desk.” She points to a desk with the sign “Need help?” hanging off it., before making her way over, quickly tailed by the murmuring blond.
“Sorry about the interruption folks. We have mostly concluded our tour. If you'd like to walk around we still have about fifteen minutes left.I’ll be over by the info desk if you have any more questions.” I smile at the group and make my way over to the info desk. I began to organize the leaflets that the Karens kids had strung everywhere. I’m so focused on my work that I don’t notice the bespectacled man approach. He cleared his throat soft and I jumped, almost dropping the papers I was holding.
“Hey there,” he says quietly.
My face warms and I smile at him, “Hi, did you have any questions?”
He scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor, “Um yea could you tell me about,” he pauses and looks around the planes, “could you tell me more about the F-15?” His cheeks are flush red and so do mine.
“Of course,” I say and lead him back to the plane. “The F-15 here has a wingspan of about 42 feet and ten inches, she runs on two electric turbofan engines, as well as being the first plane to have radar.”
I try to sound excited but I’m slowly running out of facts, I only memorized a few per plane. The tall man trains his eyes on the plane and then looks back at me and asks, “Do you know how fast it can go?”
“Uhh,” I say, “I’m sorry I don’t. I could ask Dyna if you'd like.” I’m a little disappointed that I don't have a reason to keep talking to him.
“Oh,” he smiles down at the floor, “Its top speed is Mach 2.5. I just thought I might as well figure out a reason to talk to you.” I’m a little surprised. His face is red as a beet and adjusts his glasses.
I feel my face heat up and my eyes widen, “To me?”
He chuckles, “Well yea Sweetie, I really enjoyed the tour.”
“I see,” I fiddle with my sleeve and shuffle my feet, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Most people get pretty bored but there are a few interesting parts.”
“Well I think we just had a really good guide. I’m Bob Floyd by the way,” he extends his hand to me.
I take it and ask,” No call sign?”
He smiles at me, “No, just Bob.”
“Are you a pilot?” I ask, trying to find some reason to keep him talking to me.
He chuckles and rubs his neck, “No, weapons systems. I back seat for Pheonix over there,” he gestures toward a woman with dark hair pulled into a low ponytail. “She flies, I just drop the bombs.”
My mind goes blank trying to think of something else to say, but Bob speaks up before I come up with something embarrassing, “Would you like to show me around again?” I look at him a little surprised and nod making my way around the plane.
“I’m sorry I can't tell you much more about them. Usually people aren’t too interested in asking me questions after the tour.” I smile at him as we walk.
He blushes a bit, “I’ve actually studied most of these. Kinda a hobby of mine.”
“Oh,” I frown at the ground a little, “then why did you want to walk around again?”
He blushes and looks down at the floor, “I thought it was obvious.” he glances at me, “I wanted to walk with you.”
My face turns red and I touch my cheeks, “I see,” I look down at my feet and then back up a Bob. He has his hands shoved into his pockets and his face and ears are dusted pink.
“Well,” I came to a stop and turned toward him, he did the same, “If you wanted to walk with me, I get off at four.” I look up at his surprised expression before he breaks into a grin.
“Really?” he asks, I nod my head. “That sounds like you're asking me on a date,” he gives me a crooked smile.
“Would you like to meet me back here at four then?” I question, “I don’t think I'll need to change,” I say and look down at myself.
“No,” he says suddenly, “uh, no, I mean you look perfect just like that.”
I smile, “Bobby? Are you hitting on me?” My hand goes up to play with one of my necklaces, his eyes follows the movement. A smile tilts his lips again, and his eyes quickly flit down to my body to my shoes and back up, before meeting my eyes again.
“Would you like me not to?” he says softly, “It’s going to be difficult.”
I choke at the boldness of his words. The shy, blushing man had disappeared and this flirty sailor had appeared in his place. Before I can respond he takes a half step closer and I don't want to back away from him. He smiles down at me, his eyes slightly lidded. “After we take a walk, I could take you to dinner.” his smirk gets bigger, “But I have to tell you.” He cranes his neck down to look me in the face, I inhale sharply at his expression.
“I let very few people call me Bobby,” he looks like a starved animal that just found his next meal. He winks, one side of his lip following and a sharp, short click comes from his tongue.
Then he stands straight and steps back, “I’ll see you at four then right Sweetie?” His smile could sweeten tea. At a loss for words I slowly not my head yes.
“I’ll pick you up then,” he says scratching the back of his neck and takes two goofy steps backward knocking into a sign reading ‘No Outside Food or Drink’. I giggle at him and he looks up at me and joins in. He gives an awkward half-salute-half-wave before turning to meet the woman he had named as Phoenix earlier.
When I stop giggling the reality of what just happened sunk in and a heat spread from the back of my neck and around my face. I hurry towards the break room glancing over at Dyna who is still talking to the Blond man who had followed her over.
I bust through the door and open my locker, then shut it. I open it again, glance at the shelves and my bag hanging on a hook and then shut the door again. I lean my back against the door. What the hell was that?
Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader, Naval Officer Wife
Word Count: 2.4K
Notes: A quick break from our regularly scheduled program for some smut. NSFW. Read on AO3.
You waited by the baggage claim and checked the arrivals board again. His flight landed 25 minutes ago, but no sign yet of your husband. You were in your khakis with your duffle bag at your feet. You had no bag to collect and a 5-hour layover in Boston. The last remaining piece you needed hadn't yet walked past the security gate.
You politely smiled at the middle-aged men who went out of their way to thank you for your service and checked your watch again. You only had a few hours, and you hadn't seen each other in 3 months. You didn't have a lot of time to kill.
You grabbed your bag as soon as you saw him enter the baggage claim. You trotted over, matching his smile and gave him a quick kiss. Neither of you particularly liked making a scene in public, preferring to save the post-separation affection for when you had a bit of privacy.
"Missed you," he smiled. "Sorry it took me forever. I was in the back of the plane."
"It's okay. Do you have a bag?" you asked.
"Just this," he said, holding up his own duffle.
"Great, let's get a cab," you said, grabbing his hand and making your way to the exit.
You threw your bags into the trunk of a cab at the front of the queue and gave the driver directions to a motel off Route 1 north of Boston; a solid two-star establishment on TripAdvisor that was cheap and close to Logan and exactly what you needed for this quick layover.
"It's not the best place," you murmured to your husband, "but I wasn't going to shell out $350 for a few hours at the airport Hilton."
"At this point you could take me to a used mattress at a landfill and I'd be happy," he laughed back in a quiet voice, his hand reaching out across the seat to wrap around your upper thigh.
It's been a long time since you had seen each other, but not an unusual stretch for two active naval flight officers. It would've been a longer separation had you not planned this mutual layover prior to moving on to your next assignments.
Neither you nor Bob were the type to attack each other in the back of a cab in broad daylight, but you could each sense the other's eager anticipation. Bob's hand squeezed higher on your thigh than he normally would in the presence of another person and your breath was already coming quick, checking your phone to see how much longer you had until reaching your destination.
The cab pulled off the highway to a motel that had certainly seen better days and dropped you off at the front office thanking you for your service with only a touch of irony. The man working the desk asked you in the thickest Massachusetts accent you have ever heard how many nights you would need. You were surprised the place didn't rent by the hour, but Bob quickly handed over his ID and card for the nightly charge. The man glanced at both your hands on the counter and gave you a key.
"Thank you for your ser-"
"Yeah, yeah," you brushed it off and grabbed Bob's hand, hauling him out of the office.
"He definitely thinks we're married to other people," Bob noted as you dragged him to room 304.
"Extramarital affairs are probably 90% of their business," you replied, jamming the key into the room door with shaking hands and pushing inside.
You both took a moment to take in the surroundings; shoddy furniture, outdated TV, a 90's style bedspread that probably wasn't washed after each visit.
You looked at each other.
"Good enough," Bob sighed, pulling you into a passionate kiss that you had been holding back since you had seen each other at the baggage claim. You clumsily kissed back and roam your hands over his shoulders, reminding your body that you weren't a sexless component of an aircraft but a woman with primal appetites that needed satiating now and again. Luckily your body knew Bob's very well, and it only took a few moments to get back into the swing of things.
You tore at Bob's shirt buttons as he sucked on your neck. "God, I missed you," he groaned as you ran your hands down his chest and over the front of his pants.
"I can see that," you smiled before capturing his mouth again and slowly walking him back toward the bed. The back of his legs hit the mattress and he plopped down, looking up at you with pure adoration, his glasses a bit askew on his face.
"God you are so fucking cute," you smiled back, unbuttoning your own top. Once you had shed your undershirt and bra, Bob sat up to kiss your breasts, laving your nipples with his tongue, biting down gently as you crooned encouragement. At the same time, Bob helped you unbuckle your belt and shimmy your pants off, so you were only in your underwear while he remained fully dressed on the bed.
When Bob released your breast, you dropped to your knees between his legs hanging off the bed. He rose to his elbows and looked at you with trepidation.
You ran your hands up his legs to his belt buckle and asked with a quirk of your brow, "yes?"
Bob swallowed, clearly in mental turmoil. He closed his eyes and composed himself and nodded before you attacked his belt buckle. You released his cock and leaned over the edge of the bed giving it a few tentative kisses before taking it into your mouth. Bob groaned like you were killing him, a hand coming up to rake through his own hair, the other gripping into the tacky bedspread.
You slowly stroked him with a combination of your mouth and your hand, peering up to gauge his reaction. His eyes were slammed shut, a crease between his brows that only appeared when he was concentrating on something with all his mental abilities.
You released him momentarily to ask, "you don't want to look?" with an admittedly cheeky smile on your lips.
"If I look this will all be over," he choked.
You laughed and returned to your work, taking note of the small jerks of Bob's hips as he approached the point of no return. Feeling mischievous, you concentrated on a spot that you knew made his toes curl.
"Don't, stop!" he gasped.
You pulled away again. "'Don't comma stop' or 'don't stop' as in 'keep going'?" you asked, waiting for his response.
He seemed to engage in some further mental anguish. "I...don't know," he groaned and you couldn't help but laugh at his tortured state. Soon he was also shaking with laughter.
When his laughter subsided and with some herculean effort he came to a decision. "You need to stop," he sighed. "I'm so close to coming."
If you had more time together you might've been a sly bitch and kept on anyway, letting him finish in your mouth, but you only had less than two hours together before you needed to head back to the airport. You wanted to get fucked by your husband before then, so you showed him some mercy and got to your feet.
You helped Bob remove the rest of his clothes, giving him some time to calm down, and tore the bedspread off the mattress so you wouldn't need to lie on it naked. You joined him on a bed and took some time to just kiss and get reacquainted with each other. He ran a hand lightly down the side of your body, your skin erupting in goose bumps, and he smiled against your lips as he ran his hand back up and between your legs.
"God you're wet," he whispered.
"I've been like that since O'Hare," you exhaled.
You laid back with a contented sigh and let him work you over with an expertise that came from years of marriage.
"Did you do this in your berth?" he asked.
He knew you did. You two had a tradition of getting off on the idea of the other touching themselves when you are separated. You indulge Bob in stories about rubbing one out to him, quickly and quietly in the few moments you would have the stateroom to yourself, or even when your bunkmate was sleeping. Bob in turn told you about his own close calls and what he had been thinking about at the time.
It didn't take long before your back was arching into the mattress and the muscles of your legs and abdomen spasmed with your finish. You snapped your thighs closed over Bob's hand as his touch became too much to handle on your oversensitive flesh.
You breathed through the remaining tremors, watching Bob and his self-satisfied smile.
"Good?"
You smiled back with a breathless laugh. "Better than my own hand."
After 5 years of marriage, he still managed to blush. He looked you up and down and asked, "so, how do you...?"
You considered the surroundings and rolled over onto your hands and knees, cocking your head over your shoulder.
"Yeah?" Bob said a bit surprised. He was mostly an intimate and romantic type, which you typically appreciated, but with the time crunch and the location you didn't really have it in you for long, slow lovemaking.
You shot him an impish smile. "We're in a seedy motel across the highway from a Hooters," you laughed. "No need to romance me here."
He readily agreed and came up behind you, gripping you at your waist and forcing your hips to cant backward. He rubbed your still sensitive flesh, and you wiggled your backside in playful invitation. Bob groaned and gripped his cock as he guided himself into you.
You whined softly as he filled you up. You may have touched yourself regularly while at sea, but a penetrative fuck was out of the question. You had sorely missed the feeling.
Bob dropped all pretences of romance and fucked like a man who was renting a motel room by the hour. Your hands tangled into the sheets, gripping them as though you might fall off Earth's orbit if you were to let go, hissing with gratifying discomfort every time Bob went a bit too deep. Bob's hands threatened to leave bruises on your hips and you half-hoped that they would.
"Pull my hair," you gasped, before you could register the words coming out of your mouth.
Bob kept going but waited a beat before answering. "Really?"
"Yeah," you moaned. "Just grab the back of it."
Without losing his rhythm Bob reached over your back and took your hair, which had since fallen out of it's low bun, into his fist. He held it firmly but not too harsh, just enough to hold you in place.
"Like this?" he gasped, gripping a bit tighter.
"God, yes," you whimpered.
You revelled in this rare, rough side of your husband. Getting him into this headspace was worth the effort, now that he was fucking you like you were an anonymous hook-up on a 5-hour layover and not his wife of 5 years. Just fantasizing about such a scenario would probably be enough to get you off but experiencing this primal fuck in real life meant your second orgasm was all but inevitable.
You pushed your hips back and keened like an animal in heat. He kept going through your climax, bottoming out to the point that you should have felt pain, but which only added to the pleasurable intensity of your finish. Bob released your hair and pulled out of your body with a carnal grunt. You are briefly surprised by the feeling of warmth running down your lower back before Bob slumped on top of you, taking you both down to the mattress.
You laid for a moment, enjoying Bob's weight on top of you, listening to your labored breathing.
"You okay?" he asked in a husky voice. This is where gentle Bob returned and bashfully wonders whether he went too far.
"Never better," you sighed, basking in the kisses that Bob administered to your cheek and neck. He eventually lifted his weight off you and you both grimaced at the cooling stickiness between your bodies.
"That was unexpected," you smiled. You were on birth control and there was no real need for Bob to pull out.
He laughed lightly, now a bit embarrassed by his own enthusiasm. "Seemed like the appropriate time and place."
You grabbed your phone to check the time as Bob retreated to the bathroom to get a cloth.
"I'm going to take a quick shower," you said, jumping up and passing Bob. His flight would leave two hours later than yours and you needed to wash up, so you didn't smell like stale sex and cheap motel rooms.
Fresh out of the shower and getting back into your khakis Bob was still lounging on the bed, under the sheets and naked, watching you fasten your shirt buttons. You wished you could spend all day in bed with him, even in a place like this.
"I have to head back now and go straight to my gate," you said, looking at your watch. "You coming with or staying here?"
"I think I'll stay here a little longer then take a shower. Better than sitting in the terminal for a few hours," he considered.
"Jerk off a bit?" you asked, half-jokingly.
Bob laughed. "Maybe...probably. I'll let you know"
You leaned over the bed and kissed him. He pulled you into a hug and rolled you on to the bed one last time.
"Three weeks?" you asked.
"Three weeks," he confirmed. Less than a month until you would see each other again. "I love you," he whispered, kissing you again. "Let me know when you land?"
You nodded. "Love you too," you replied with a final kiss.
As you gathered your bag and headed for the door, Bob rose to his elbows. "Hey, do you have any cash? I couldn't find an ATM in the airport."
You fished into your pocket and took out your wallet to remove a wad of bills, tossing it on to the cheap motel bed where your husband lounged tired and naked.
"Buy yourself something pretty," you joked with a wink before stepping out the door. "Thank you for your service."
Thinking about bob’s glasses fogging up while having sex…
yeeeAAAAOW NOW WE’RE TALKING
It would definitely be during some steamy car sex. You’ve got him wedged between your thighs in the back of his car. You were gonna try and make it back home, but the way his fingers felt in between your folds and over your swollen clit couldn’t fucking wait.
One leg bent up over his shoulder, he’s setting a brutal pace, his fingers precisely over your clit, giving you the attention you so desperately crave. “Shit.” He curses, slowing down. You whine out, the feeling of him hitting the sweetest spot inside of you stopping.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t see, glasses all fogged up.” He pants out, he leans back to rub them against his shirt.
You buck your hips up into him, begging to get that feeling back. “I know darlin’, I just wanna make sure I can see your pretty face when you come.”
thank you so much for this dear anon!!! 💌 this had me thinking so many THOTS 😀😀🤠💖
I'm sorry Lewis Pullman, you are no longer Lewis Pullman or Bob. To my mother you are, "the plot." And she thinks she's so funny every time she says it.
She's making me show her every movie of his I've seen. What have I done to myself? Hahaha
