no but can we acknowledge how waterboy is genuinely PRIME boyfriend material?? nice to animals? ? so good to his grandma??? women respecter??? literally sobbing i need him so much
OHH LIKEEEE!!! LOOK AT THIS BOY!!
Like that is the perfect man.
a man with a job he’s passionate about
The sweetest thing in the world to everyone and anything even if he doesn’t receive the same treatment (better than bc they would’ve been saw these hands)
I personally think the stutter? Hot, like yes babe get it out! Take your time!
He has a good morality compared to his teammates which to be dare, not the cream of the crop, but not down aweful people. Just questionable
GRANDMA’S BOY! Shut up, we love a man that loves his family. Also if yoh didn’t see the little comment his kiss on her forehead, stop it im gonna melt
I’m literally in love with him it’s not funny. Ahh!!!!!
as a black girl who is not biased at all when i say lil herm NEEDS a sister in his life. ur carrying 🙏
No like I’m saying! The thing with Herman is that he is so sweet, like who can’t resist, but with a sista? Yes yes yes.
I have a couple headcanons for a black reader with Waterboy:
I like to think that y’all met through prism from a night of bar-hopping. You and Prism been homegirls since y’all both move to Torrance. (I’m bias and wanna say you from Chicago, heehee, but obv where ever come from!) You two usually go out every weekend and just be talking shit abt anything.
I like to think one night, y’all just talking abt dating out here and you are just not finding anyone interesting! Yo girl obviously be around the block, so you ask her if she got any friends/co-workers she can put you on with. I wouldn’t say you’re picky, but you ain’t just talking to everybody and anybody!
Prism being the little sneak she is obviously would love to set up a date with you and one of her soon to be lucky co-workers for entertainment purposes! She pulls up the Team roaster for y’all to look thru and find your date.
You also are acquaintance with Flambae as Prism brought him out with y’all a couple of times, and y’all cool but y’all both know y’all playing for the same team or partial teams. So Flambae is def not an option.
Let’s see: Golem? Sweet, but no. Phenomonman? He been actin’ a fool since Blonde Blazer broke up with him, so no. Sonar? Funny guy, but you kinda get on your nerves sometimes, so pass. Malevola? Hottie, but it seems like someone else is more interested in her (wink wink) so pass.
Y’all keep shit talking and laugh on each of Prism’s co-workers, finally getting to Waterboy, who you don’t think you have heard a lot about. “Oohh who he is?” Prism laughs and gives you an eyebrow, “Girl, Waterboy? You like them white boys like that?” she tenses you. “Girl stop it, I think he looks cute! Hook me up!”
As much as she teased you, Prism did like the idea of seeing where this can go. And honestly, she’s kinda rooting for it, Waterboy ain’t all that bad, he actually real cool if he wasn’t such a square (well, in her eyes at least)
So that’s how y’all had your first date! (Maybe I can make a fic of this, perhemps, perhemps)
While y’all are actually dating, Herm is literally the cutest thing in the world. He is so respectful and caring about what you like, what you don’t like, and what makes you tick. I think he picks up on things that brings you joy and makes sure to do for you everyday or whenever you guys are together. Like in the morning, he’ll make sure that he makes you coffee or tea to your liking before you wake up, or when y’all go out he’ll make sure that you get to try whatever he orders because like to try things!
While I think we all know that not only are you his first gf, but his first black gf? It’ a culture difference for sure, but he’s not weird about it (iykyk). He is vey respectful about asking questions that you are comfortable with answering to understand how you feel. As someone who has been bullied/gets bullied, he would never wang someone to feel that way, especially someone he really likes. (We live)
I like to think you call him “Big Herm” or the whole thing! “That’s Big Herm not the fucking little,” it’s been an on going joke/nick-name you’ve been using since you’re first date with Herm. And you mean that figuratively and literally. That is a big boy, ok? I think on your first date you thogut Prism was playin that he was tall as shit, but seeing him in person? GAHDEM, that boy is a damn tree. A tree you love to climb ok?
But over everything else, you love the reaction you get from him with the nicknames you give him. He blushes so much from being called Big Herm. But you also convinced him to start announcing himself as that.
“I’’m B-Big Herm!”
Herm loves your style, he knows he’s a little plain looking but his girl? The flyest out there
If you have tooth gems, he loves seeing them when you smile
If you have any type of lip ring or a tongue piercing he eats it up
He loves the way they feel when y’all make-out, he gets real turned on by it
Tattoos, piercings he loves lightly touching them when y’all are just chilling in bed or the couch
Your hair? Oh any and every style he loves but I think with adjusting with his quick and making sure he doesnt mess with your hair, he likes when your hair is the followig: wash n go because he can help you with doing your hair, cornrows or Fulani braids. I think these are the least to get messed up if he gets water dropets on you
Oh and wash day? He feels like it’s the one thing he loves being able to do for you. His powers make is easy to help with even though you had yo get used to him kinda throwing uo on you? Dont think to hard about it.
This how you and Herm be lookin:
Anyways😭, those are the couple of headcanons I had on the dome. Lmk if y’all want more or a fic!
+ this fic is bipoc friendly, but for the most part reader is assumed to be black (by the writing style i fear)
Warnings: none! All fluff, only one cuss word (which is a record for me!)
A while back, Robert sent him out on call to ‘protect their influencer at a convention for the day,’ wrong that seemed to worrying and hard to handle. Robert radios’ Waterboy, “Hey Waterboy, got a job for you I thinnk you can handle.”
“Alright-sounds goo- sounds great boss! On the way!”
Receiving the longer details on his way to the convention center, Waterboy swaggers into the convention trying to match the description of your profile. With so many people it’s hard for him not to accidentally bump into people, apologizing throughout his journey. Luckily, with his rank slightly raised with the reputation for the SND and no less the Z-Team, of course people would recognize and come up to him to say hello or get a picture, pulling in a small crowd as time goes by.
Your PR manager who requested for a super to come and be on stand-by is sniffing out the fashionably late hero to arrive, praying that it’s not anyone to much to handle. Your seated at a booth finishing greeting some fans wanted to do a quick TikTok with you; you’r mainly known on TikTok for your variety of content, mostly viral for your social interactions with others and silly content you comfortable post. You know makes you very relatable to others, which felt good for you, kinda like a superpower in its own way. But because you are the type of person has is more so unaware of other’s intentions with topping of popularity, it worries your manager. Which brings us back to the matter at hand, WHERE IS THIS SUPERHERO AT? You see your manager behind you a couple feet away making a phone call, huffing as they connect back with SDN to figure out when someone will get there. For you though, you quiet dont understand what the deal is, you are a grown adult that can take care of yourself! And to prove that, you sneak off to do a little tour of the rest of the convention. But you don’t forget to leave a note for your manager, reassuring that you left on your own accord and will be back. They’ll be aight!
While walking around, you obviously had a couple fans who ran into you and said hello, but nothing too overwhelming. While walking around, taking in each booth and posting up with a couple of influencer you also love, you come across a small group of people surrounding a lacking looking man. It doesn’t look like he was at a booth nor does he look very comfortable in the position that he is in. Being the sweetheart that you are, you never like seeing someone in a position that they obviously don’t look that they want to be in. You stagger over squeezing into the group to get closer to the man, getting a ebtter lookat a yellow and blue tight jumper that he has on. ‘What an outfit!k you giggles to yoursefl as you get closer to the man. Finally making in front of the man, you finally turn back to the crowd of people, speaking up.
“Hi everyone, thanks for taking care fo my friend here, but he was looking for me and we gotta get going now!”
Without letting anyone get a chance to say something, you take Waterboy’s clothed wrist and dash as fast as you could back to your booth. Luckily, the man was light enough to navigate through the crowd. Herman was surprised at the whole interaction that just happened, but first things first, who are you and why did you help him. Listen, Herm is aware of how he presents himself, and usually people would just ignore him and keep going about their day. But, you? No you saw that he needed help with leaving the group that surrounded him. And don’t get it wrong, he was very grateful for the group that supported him and his hero journey, but he is still getting used to being, well, someone.
Snapping out of his train of thought, he finally gets a look at the person in front of them. They were shorter than him, which isn’t a surprise he’s the size of a tree! Their outfit is very trendy, a nice fitted shirt (cropped/full length, depending on what you like better), some baggy jeans with a nice little designer belt, and clean shoes (either Jordans or New Balances, or any type of sneaker you like!). With being behind you, he couldn’t help but have a gander at your back, specifically your lower back and ass. He blushes, shaking his head to look up and act like he wasn’t pondering on other thoughts. You’e hair bounces woth every step y’all took. Finally, breaking the silence, Waterboy spoke,
“Tha-thank you for taking- getting me out of that group.”
“No problem! I can tell you weren’t messing with the group meetup, I get it,”
“Appreciate it, truly. I-I’m new to the whole fame- popular thing.”
“Really? I would’ve thought otherwise.” You giggled teasing him.
It’s not something he hasn’t heard that before, but when you said it, he knows you don’t meaning ill. You guys finally make it back to the your booth, finally able to relax. Able to finally get a full look at him, you recognize the lanky man, Waterboy! It’s baffling that it took you so long to figure out who he was, to be honest you’ve actually been really into clips of him and edits that people have made. And a part of you have kinda a crush on him, so what a crazy coincidence that he would be here. You look over his features, reddish-brown hair sticking to his forehead due to his wetness, grayish-blue eyes looking at you with something going on behind them. You smirked and take the choice to have a little fun with your newest hyper fixation.
“Omg, you’re Waterboy from the Z-Team! I’m a big fan!”
Waterboy jumped from the quick response, “O-Oh you know of me?”
“Know of you? I’m a big fan of yours!” You stepped closer to that man, cutting the space between you guys little by little.
Herman starts feeling himself become moist in the face on top of his redden face. He wasn’t expecting such a pretty person to be a fan of his. Going this the tone of the conversation, he replies.
“W-wow, such a honor, to have such a pretty fan.”
As that slipped out, both of you looking at each other now bother flustered and giddy.
“Pretty?? Mr. Superhero, how bold of you! Well, lucky for you, I like being called that. But an honor, from Mr. Handsome himself.” You giggled as you reach behind your jeans to grab your phone and hand it over.
Waterboy is now profusely wet now, getting overwhelmed with this whole interaction. Not giving him a second to breathe, you put your phone in his wet glove.
“You should give me your number so we can talk more about how pretty and cute I am.” You laughed. Waterboy’s vision was starting to get blurry as his goggles steam up from this bold ask out. But being the good boy he is, he quietly types his number in your phone and hands it back. As you take your phone back, you type something quickly and send it before Waterboy is able to see from your screen. Quickly putting your phone back in your pocket, you lock back in and focus on the man in front of you, looking like steam is coming out his head. You smirked, and take his hand.
“Well, since you’re here and my manager did request for a hero to ‘protect’, why don’t you sit and ‘protect’ me Mr. Hero?” You tilt your head trying to be cute, which wasn’t necessary, that man is already putty in your hands. Finally get a handle on himself, he nods his head to your suggestion not wanting to leave your side anytime soon. And on the upside, he did make it to his task in an around about way! A win is a win!
On Waterboy’s phone, which he completely forgot about already with his attention on you, a message shows up,
‘It’s your cutest fan, (y/n).’
{Thanks for reading guys, ik this was pretty long and more narrative based than my headcanons so please let me know if there is anything I should fix when writing! Appreciate all y’all support!}
+ this fic is bipoc friendly, but for reference the reader is predominantly black! Very black I fear.
Word count: 3.7k
Content Warning: smut (+18), cussing, alcohol use
A/n: hey y’all, this was a doozy to write. I hope you guys tear this up because she kinda big nasty; i’m also a tease because I was getting overwhelmed with writing this so y’all will get a part 3 pinky promise. But please enjoy this!
It’s been about a month since (y/n) and Robert has reunited at the party; after the interaction they had outside of the building, (y/n) has bombarded the older man's phone with an influx of messages which was something Robert would eventually get used to. Their day starts the same: a ‘good morning’ message would be delivered, throughout the day they would shortly text what’s going on throughout the day, Robert goes on a tangent about what the Z-Team did that agitated him during his break, (y/n) would tease and levitate the man’s tension with talking about her day, by the end if day. They say ‘goodnight’ and repeat.
For Robert, it was nice to have someone to talk to outside of work; it makes him feel like a normal person for once in a while. It was nice having a childhood friend that you can just talk about stuff with, and it made it easier with someone who knows you pretty well outside of being MechaMan. However, Robert does push back a lingering thought, a thought that has been following him since he talked to (y/n) from the party. That chemistry that overcast the two of them in the parking lot, and it does leak through their messages.
Me: I need a drink after today 😒
(Y/n): I got a bottle of wine and tequila who would love to meet you
Me: I might have to take you up on that offer, when are you free?
(Y/n): Tonight, 8:30 pm. I’ll send the address in a bit, but don’t have a girl waiting for too long.
Me: Of course I won’t, when have I gone back on something I promise?
(Y/n): Well, we’re gonna have to put that to the test, now don’t we? 😚
And there it is, that feeling again. Knots turned in the pit of his stomach as he reread the message over again, mind racing on what she could plan. Shaking it off, he replies:
Me: Haha, don’t be a dickhead. I'll see you in a bit ok? Don’t forget to send the address.
Before turning off his phone, a notification popped up showing that she ‘hearted’ the message following up with a link to her address. With a small smile on his face, tucks the phone into his back pocket before leaving for the break room for the next shift. ‘She’s gonna be the death of me…’
-
A shift at SDN has never gone quicker than today’s shift; Maybe it’s the excitement for his plans later, but Robert led the Z-Team with a successful performance for the day. No fuck ups, no shenanigans, no bickering; he wished every day went as well but that’s something to reflect on later. Right now, he wanted to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Wrapping up the end-of-day meeting, the shorter man quickly walked out before the rest of the team could get out of their seats. As the door closes with a thump, the gossip floods the conference.
“Where the fuck is he going in a goddamn hurry?”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen RobRob fly outta the room before any of us.”
“You think he’s getting some tonight?”
“Who the fuck willingly fucks Robert Robertson the III? Even saying it makes me dry up.”
As the bickering gets more out of control, Chase sits quietly in the back corner of the office, brows furrowed more than normal as he ponders. ‘This motherfucka is letting his guard down and it’s getting really noticeable. He better not fuck around.’ The elderly man huffed, leaving the room unaffected by the loudness that faded away the further he got.
-
Robert sits outside of a brown four-story building, he has to say, it looked pretty nice; definitely nicer than his apartment. He hums as he leans on the wall waiting for his friend to come and grab him from outside. Looking through the glass door, he hears footsteps get louder the closer they get. A figure dashed down the stairs, and he could see curls pulled into a puff knowing who that belonged to. Opening the door, (y/n) smiles as she pulls the knob from inside so the brunette steps in.
The doorway could only hold two people in there especially with the door open. Stepping in, due to the space had to pressing his shoulder into her exposed shoulder as she wore a tight be tank top; it also didn't help that her nipples were hard through the cotton shirt and as he squeezed into the entrance, his arm brushed against her breast feeling the soft flesh and her appointed nipples that his under fabric. A low hum from his mouth as he swiftly backs into the wall behind him to act as though he didn’t just brush the girls’ bosom and the worst part of it all: he secretly craves to touch more of her.
He looks to his friend, “Well, ladies first Ms. Host,” as he stuck one of his hands out to gesture for (y/n) to lead the way while he focuses his eyes onto the floor. ‘Calm yourself,’ he inwardly sighs. If you couldn’t tell, Robert is very, very attracted to the woman who stands in front of him. Is the outfit she is wearing supporting his inappropriate thoughts? Well, her chest was not the only compromising area that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of.
As the tan-skinned girl makes she way up to her apartment, she walked a couple of stairs before him which perfectly gave him a scenic view of the ass that she was carrying in her black cotton shorts that did not attempt to hide her asscheeks. He felt like he couldn’t breathe the longer they took the stairway, feeling of warmth getting heavier the longer he was behind you. Luckily the moment was short-lived as they stopped on the 2nd floor, stopping at a door with a brightly colored light that had (y/n)’s initial under the peephole.
Unlocking and pushing the door in, both are greeted by a cozy one-bedroom apartment; strip lights are dangling overhead, cascading a light pick hue throughout the living room and kitchen areas. The living room has a light brown loveseat with matching chairs that circle a heart-shaped glass table. Parallel to the couch was a TV stand that stood underneath a mounted flat screen that took up most of the wall. Robert notices that on almost all of the walls, there is a variety of Black art and Polaroids, and he gives a soft smile appreciating the personality of the apartment that reflects highly on the owner.
(Y/n) turn to officially greet her guest, “Welcome to my humble home, she’s cute isn’t she?” Robert chuckles as he takes a step into the apartment, the smell of incense soothing all thatstress he felt earlier in the day. Leaning down to take off his shoes, he teases back, “Just as cute as the house owner.” Coming back up, the brunette feels the silence in the room as he notices the lack of presence that was next to him not even a minute ago; as he scans the room, his eyes fall into the kitchen watching his company take out a set of wine glasses and a set of shot glasses.
Gliding over to the kitchen island to stand across from the figure that was currently bent over in her fridge. Robert's eyes fall into her ass again as her shorts rise leaving nothing else to the imagination as his heart pounds faster the longer he stares; thoughts start to ramp up as he shifts his gaze slightly lower to imagine what the fabric covering her…kitty is hiding. Getting more lost in his imagination, he quickly pulls himself out as the refrigerator slams. (Y/n) whips around to see Robert’s cheeks this a hint of pink across them, raising a threaded eyebrow. “Why are you so red? Is it hot in here, I’ll bump up the AC in here, I don’t need you passing out on my ass.” She walks over to the thermostat with her back turned. Robert grunt playing off the perverted thoughts that plagued his mind. “Yeah, that would be great, I guess the walk-up just caught up to me.”
He takes the shot glasses and tequila that (y/n) pulled out and poured up to the rim for both of them. Standing next to him, he gets a clear look at her face again. Fresh gloss stains her lips, her lashes are long, and her chocolate eyes look like his toffee colored ones. Giving him a poke in the arm. “Ready to take a shot?” She smiles, showing off the tooth gems that sparkle on two of her teeth matching each side.
The gems look like light pink hearts and stars making the freckled man question how running his tongue on them feels. He hands the other shot to her as he prepares for the aftertaste. Holdingout the glass to cheers, and with a clink of the glasses, Robert gives a smirk, “Cheers to another shit day.” Heads tipping back to get the shot fall straight into the back of their throats, both grimacing at the taste.
-
The room was filled with more laughs and conversation than before. Before either realized it, hours had passed. A wine and tequila bottle been drunk away maybe an hour or two after they had their first shot. Both people are pretty tipsy as they ramble with slurred words every other sentence and giggling over little things. Robert feels like he’s on cloud nine, it’s been a while since he’s been able to have an actual chill night. Even better that he has a company that isn’t a villain he’s interrogating.
He’s so pleased to be able to hear everything (y/n) up to this point. Learning that she currently works as an assistant at a different superhero agency, on her days off she does volunteer work at a local art show which explains all the art around the apartment. Robert leaned back on the couch that they moved to a while ago, watching her passionately talk about an upcoming event she’s going to attend. (Y/n) is right next to him, sitting with one leg bent toward ps her chest with her arms sat on her knee and her other leg dangling off the couch. Angling herself so they can face each other as they talked. “But enough of me, what have you been up to? Are you seeing anyone? Got a cute girls your seeing?”
She shifts, changing her position to get in Robert’s face. He sighs, quick to respond. “You know I’ve never been the interactive type generally, you think I’m attracting anyone?” He rubs the back of his neck with his other hand. The girl pouts, “Oh fucking please, you like to think that you don’t have personality whichdefinitely isn’t true. You’ve always been a funny dickhead.” She laughs. “But I’m surprised, you’re a very attractive person. I remember when we were kids, we go to the park and all these girls came up to me asking if you were single.”
She continues as she grabs her wine glass, “Of course, being the little fucker I was, I said no and that I was your girlfriend. I wanted to see how mad they would get. And before any of them could do anything, you’d alwayscome and get me so we could go. Oh, how I lived to ruin bitches lives.” She bursts out in fits of laughter as Robert chuckles along.
“Damn, so you were a cockblock? If you hated me, you could’ve said so.” He teased, leaning to nudged her shoulder, taking notice of just how soft her cocoa-like skin was. She gives a light pushed back conjoining their shoulders together.
“Mm, yeah. What can I say? I only wanted you to myself! All those other lil’ hoes wished they could have you.” A reminiscing sigh drifts out of her mouth as she giggles at the memory. “And I’m grown enough to admit, maybe a part of me was really jealous of the thought of you dating. I wanted you all to myself back then.” As (y/n) talks, Robert stays silent. Taking in every single word she spoke, and maybe it’s the alcohol, but his heart is racing. Knowing that (y/n) had feelings like that for him back then, there was so much to unpack, but all he could think about washer. How elated he is was felt that way, maybe hopeful that she does still feel that way. And without stopping himself, thoughts start pouring out of his mouth. “…Well do you still want me?”
His chestnut eyes turned to her own, wonder and lust expressed through his irises. Feeling a jolt from the girl’s shoulder, he watches as her mouth drops open and for the first time in years, (y/n) was speechless. More persistentthought spill out of the man. “(Y/n), I… have been having conflicting feelings since we’ve met again. Part of me screams that shit will go sideways, but I can’t hold back any longer. I’m deeply attracted to you it’s driving me out of my fucking mind. I can’t stop thinking about the party, how pretty you looked. For fuck sakes, even coming here, I couldn’t help but check you out. I know that it’s wrong, I mean you’re my childhood friend. But you’re just so sexy, I mean look at you. But you’re Chase’s niece for God’s sake, he would fucking kill-” before he can finish his rambling, soft lips crash into his.
Her lips part as her tongue give his teeth a push, implying for Robert is to open his mouth. That being his cue, deepening the kiss as his tongue met hers. His large hands gently come up, his right hand cupping her cheek and his left hand holding the back of her head. Their kiss becomes more sloppy, moaning starting to get drawn out both Robert and (y/n) before her hands came up to his chest, gently pushing his back to break contact. The two panting from the intensity of the kiss. She pushes Robert back on the couch as she shifts to straddle his lap. Robert’s eyes do an up-down to take in the position they were in: she beautifully panting on top of him, his legs in between hers, and his hard-on being inches away from her constrained shorts. (Y/n) pipes up as she grabs the brunette’s face in her hand. “I’m gonna fucking kill you if you bring up my goddamn uncle again. And to answer your question, fuck yeah I want you.”
She dives back into him once again. Her hands roam his body to feel everything that he has, moving from his shoulders to his chest down to his slacks straining his dick. Pressing slightly against his erection to earn a hiss from Robert, shegiggles switching from her hands pressing him to her bottom fully sitting on him, and pushing her chest into his. Their hands were rubbing over each other in a frustratingly satisfying way if only the clothes weren’t in the way. Moans filling the living room as the make-out gets more and more heated by the minute. Robert’s callous hands place onto (y/n)’s lower back, fingers hooked on the hem of her shorts to push them under the cusp of her ass. As his hot mouth explores her, his fingers move back onto her ass lightly playing with it. Each squeeze and pull makes her feel dizzy as her moans get messier. While Robert gets lost with both his French kisses her hot mouth and teasing her behind; (y/n) brings her smaller hands up to unbutton his SDN shirt, trying not to break their make-up out as she reaches the bottom of his shirt.
She groans, tugging on the shirt to let him know she wants it off. Understanding exactly what she wanted, the man finally pulls back from the kiss and his hands from her behind. Before sitting up to take his shirt off, he takes one of his arms around her waist to hold her as he sits up leaning both of them into a slant as he slowly takes the first sleeve off then switching arms to get the other off. Watching in lust, (y/n) takes the time to take off her shorts. “Oh fuck Robbie, how are you even this strong, you’re literally the size of my thigh.” She heartily teased.
Kissing her neck, the man groans as he brings both arms around her butt freed from his work shirt. Being (y/n), she continues her quest to agitate him. “I think I’ll have to be gentle with you, I don’t wanna break you Robbie. Because this is a lot of ass I’m carrying back-” before she could even finish her sentence, a gasp leaves her as Robert’s hands squeezed her backside, arms holding under her thigh lifting her in the air as he stands. He huffs, seeing the surprised expression on her face responding with a smirk. “We’re about to fuck and you’re shit-talking me? Is this your version of foreplay you fucking freak?” Wrapping her arms around his neck to ensure her safety. “It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t talk shit now would it? And don’t act like it doesn’t do it for you because I can feel it, you freak.” She retorts, crossing her legs behind his back, panties hovering over his tightly fitted pants. The freckled man gives a half-heartedlaugh, unable to deny the comment.
Shuffling into her room, the door already opened to view a queen-sized bed placed in the middle of the room. Robert gently lays (y/n) onto the pink duvet, giving her a quick kiss on her mouth then moving his kisses down onto her neck. Each kiss inches down until he hovers over her panties. He gives one more look back at her face, biting her bottom lip as she watches patiently. He grabs the sides of the straps to pull the fabric off, her pussy freed from the piece of cloth. Flinging the garment to the side, hypnotized by the slick that forms from her brown lips. He gives small pecks on her inner thighs as moans become louder the closer he kisses towards her sex. “Fuck Robbie stop teasing, I hate being teased.” She whines, lightly trusting her hips in frustration.
Clicking his tongue, Robert brings a hand up towards her cunt, giving a tap slap on her. Gasping in response, Robert kisses her inner thigh once more. “You stop being a fucking tease before I leave you like this. You don’t want that now, do you baby?” His voice was so low, it honestly made (y/n) throb. Receiving a quiet head nod, Robert smirks. “Good girl.” With that, his tongue shoots to her clit giving it a fat lick.
A shiver shoots down (y/n)’s spine, arching her back as the takes over. The freckled manlaps up her puss, running his tongue inside and out of her. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, the girl falls back as she loudly moans. The louder they get, the faster Robert eats. Clenching her thighs tightly around his head and hand shooting into his short hair. “Oh, what the fuck Robbie, why are you so good?” She shakily asks, feeling breathless as a know builds up. He hums as he latches onto her clit, earning another chorus of moans. Finally at her limit, (y/n)’s thighs clamped around his head, her fist tightens their grip as she cries out. “OH FUCK.”
Legs shaking as she rides her high; Robert’s tongue is slowing down as he takes gulps of her ecstasy. Her head was reeling, vision blurred as she stared up at her ceiling. Her chest heaving as she feels the bed dip into itself. Looming over her stood Robert breathing slightly heavy. Still reeling from her high, she slowly moves a hand up onto his erection. Giving a fucked out smile, “Well, shall I return the favor?” She sits up, switching her position to sit onto her legs to fully be under Robert has he sits on his knees; undoing his slacks with haste as she give a joyous tone to see the ex-hero’s bleak colored boxers that lazily contain his solid dick. His pink tip peaking out if the hole of boxers, (y/n) licking her lips as she moves her hands to rest on each of his thighs, giving one last look up to the man's eyes been directed to her.
Giving a mischievous smile, she taunts, “You ready for me?” Giving a groan in agreement, her hands immediately pull down his boxers, his dick flopping out tapping on (y/n) cheek. “Omg Robbie, you should’ve warned me that you’re carrying a fucking weapon.” Her voluptuous lips catch his tip to give light pecks up and down his shaft. The tired man hissed as waves of adrenaline crashing intohim the longer she teased. “Fuck (nickname), stop fucking with me.” The girl looked up with big ol’ eyes twinkling. “Oh (nickname)? I haven’t heard that one in a while, Robbie you really know how to push a girl over the edge.” Without letting him rebut, she takes one of her hands to hold his base as she takes him into her mouth.
A sharp inhale is heard above her, humming as she inches deeper until her nose grazes her hand. The lean man takes his hands to hold the back of her neck, lightly playing with the back of her head. “Holy shit, why the fuck are you able to take all of me?” Gritting through his teeth, trying his best to thrust hip hips into her face. Giving a small pause which allowed Robert to find his breath which immediately left as she quickly bobbed her head. Sounds of slurps bouncing off the walls in addition with Robert’s whines, cusses, and drooling out his mouth the closer he gets to his limit.
“Fuck, (nickname) I’m going to cum.” Attempting to pull back, (y/n)’s palms instantly grab his starred hips to stop his movement. Her head refused to slow down at any given moment drawing out louder moans from her childhood crush. Reaching his max, he holds her head, fingers entangled in her napes. Nose nuzzled into his pubic hair as her lips slightly curls feeling the cum squirt into her throat. Still on his dick for a minute, she finally pulls back to look up at a disheveled Robert; his eyes looked glazed over as he pants pathetically giving her a returned fucked out look. His hand coddles her tan skin as she leans into it while she gives him the cutest smile he’s seen. Fuck, she’s gonna actually be the death of him.
