Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie!
A/N: Remember when I said I would be focusing on Conveniently Yours? I lied. Have some frat!Bob as part of my Tau Gamma Mu universe. I listened to Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! by ABBA for 2 and a half hours straight when I first started writing this. If that's not commitment, I don't know what is.
Warnings: Frat!AU Manipulative Bob (sorry), SMUT, protected PIV, Kithin, oral (f!receiving), fingering, minor condescension, drinking, parties
WC: 2.6K
Main Masterlist || Bob & Blue || Tau Gamma Mu
Bob couldn’t believe his eyes. There you stood in the dingy basement of the TGM house talking to Bradley’s partner. Your outfit had him almost drooling. Your shorts hugged the curves of your ass perfectly and the revealing top complimented your frame well. He couldn’t keep his gaze off you, the girl from his electrical engineering class—literally, the girl next door. The powder blue painted house you occupied with a few friends sat across the street from the TGM house. Bob could see you sitting out on the front porch on some Sunday mornings, wrapped up in a blanket reading a book. Some of the boys, mainly Jake and Javy, used to call out to you when you first moved in, they didn’t know your name so they just called you ‘Blue’ and it stuck. Bob continued to stare as you yelled over the music to Honey.
“I just don’t think I’m his type,” you shrug to Honey, sparing a glance over at the bespeckled frat boy that caught your attention. You caught his eye for a brief moment before he turned away quickly. It was too dark for you to notice the flush that crept up his cheek. Honey rolled their eyes “Oh, come on, Bob can’t keep his eyes off you,” Honey looked behind them and grabbed Natasha's jacket, dragging her away from whomever she was talking with. “Nat, will you tell Blue that Bob is head over heels for them?” Nat looked at you and then over to Bob, who was back to drooling. “Oh, he’s obsessed with you, but he’ll never make a move unless provoked,” You looked at her like she had three heads. Nat rolled her eyes as an exasperated groan left her “make him jealous,” You still weren’t 100% sure what she meant. “Nat I don’t think ‘The Bradshaw Method’ is going to work here,” Honey chimed in, their laughter hidden by the bass. Honey had told you about their little encounter with Bradley and Nat after they made Bradley jealous on purpose.
The tell-tale opening riff met your ears, this was the sign you were looking for. A smile dawned on your face. You roll your shoulders back and down the rest of your tequila and ( a drop of) lemonade. “Fuck this, c’mon let's dance!” You grab your friends' hands, dragging them into the crowded dance floor. Subtly moving closer to where Bob stood swaying to the music. You knew he could see you. Knew he could see the way you started moving your body, hands running over your torso. The way you smiled when Honey twirled you around. Hypnotized by your hips shaking to the beat, he hardly noticed you getting closer.
“There’s not a soul out there,” the room shook with the voices of 50 or so drunk college students. “No one to hear my prayer” Bob felt a body press up against his front. The last person he expected to see smashed against him was you. You whipped around to face him, sly smile evident. “Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! A man after midnight,” You tentatively put your hands on his shoulders, this was so unlike you. Worry filled you as Bob’s face morphed into shock. “Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?” He needed someone to pinch him because he must have been dreaming. “You gonna dance with me or what?” The confidence was unexpected, the tequila flowing through you definitely helped. He didn’t answer, there was no need. Rough hands met your hips, pulling your body flush to his. “Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! A man after midnight.” Bob wasn’t usually the type to have people throw themselves at him, but it was something he could certainly get used to especially if you continued being the one against him. “Take me through the darkness to the break of the day!”
Hips swayed in sync; sporadically grinding together as the music picked up pace. His hands dared to move down toward your ass, hovering just above the curve. Your face was hot; whole body rising in temperature as your veins coursed with want. He felt your fingers trail up to his neck, tangling themselves in the ends of his hair. That was all the encouragement he needed; hands finally going where you wanted them and squeezing. The chorus came around again. Bob’s confidence was growing. He had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol as well; allowing him to throw most of his inhibitions out the window. He spun you around in his grasp, your ass now flush against him. Hand’s trailed down your front before resting at your hip bone. Fingers splayed down your thighs. You threw your head back to rest on his shoulder, grinding your ass back onto him. Your hands traveled further up into Bob’s blonde hair, pulling slightly. A low groan could be heard in your ear as your fingers continued their ministries. His hands teased at the waistband of your shorts; thumb slipping under ever so slightly before coming out. Your hips unconsciously keened into his touch. A surprised huff escaped Bob’s lips, pleased that he was doing the right thing.
“Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! A man after midnight,” the crowd chanted once more. Bob spun you around so you were facing him again. You met his gaze, his pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed. “Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?” Your hands moved to grasp Bob’s hips. Hands snuck under the thin material of his t-shirt. Your touch scorched his skin, nails leaving angry red marks in their wake. Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth, unable to look away from Bob’s undying gaze. Bob’s thumb moved to pull the plush skin away, lingering just a moment before cupping your jaw.
The final reprise wound down. The next song faded into the background, nothing more than white noise. The world stood still. At that moment, it was just the two of you. Bob’s eyes vouched between yours, searching for any sign that you wanted him to stop. You just continued to look at him through your lashes, blinking slowly. He used the leverage from where he held your jaw to pull your lips to his. Finally, finally, he kissed you. Your hands traveled back into the recesses of his hair; while he pulled you closer by the hips. He regretfully pulled away, not drunk enough to ignore the feeling of eyes on him.
'`Wanna get outta here?” he shouted over the speakers. You just nodded feverishly and grabbed his hand. Dragging him through the packed basement toward the stairs. Pausing for just a moment to wave at Honey, Bradley, and Nat. Natasha’s mouth dropped as she got the other two’s attention. Honey screamed, jumping up and down in drunken delight. Bradley was laughing as Natasha handed him $20. Bob dragged you up the stairs, making for the front door. “Wait, wait, wait,” he slurred slightly “Where are we goin’?” “My house is empty, Robby,” your tone took on a sultry air. Bob’s tongue peeked out to wet his lips and a smirk appeared. “Lead the way, Blue”
The pair of you bolted across the street. Bob mouthing at your neck as you fumbled with your keys. Once the door was unlocked, his lips met yours again. Stumbling through the house, lips locked trying to find your bedroom. The hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair blindly searched for the doorknob. After trying and failing several times you pulled away, panting heavily. You entered your room and his lips were on you again, searching for the spot that made your knees weak. Bob knew his way around the body. Knew points that made everyone’s knees weak. You tug on his shirt wanting it off. He obliged and you followed suit; shucking your shorts off as well. He was left in his jeans as he moved you over to the edge of the bed, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.
“You are so stunning,” his voice hoarse as his hands explored your body, settling on your hips. Your touch wandered, pushing the hair back that was slicked to his forehead. “You’re not so bad yourself, Robby,” He huffed out a laugh before kissing you again, leaning back on the bed so you were on top of him. He guided your hips to grind against him. A small moan left you as you felt his erection against your core. Bob’s hands sought out your ass again, kneading and squeezing. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, silently begging for an entrance. You obliged, his met muscle immediately dominated the kiss. Rough fingers could be felt running up the expanse of your back. Making quick work of unclasping your bra. You tore the straps off your shoulders, flinging the fabric somewhere behind you. His hands flew to your tits, mangling the plush skin and thumbing over your nipple. Bob was encouraged to continue when he heard the whine you let out. Your hips continue to move against him, panties soaked through. His zipper hit your clit with every thrust forward. Your chest was heaving as your lips explored his neck, sucking and biting all the available space. Bob’s hands continued to play with your breasts, groaning with every pass of your hips. The sound only spurred you on, sitting up and placing your hands on your shoulders. You looked angelic above him, the lamplight cascading you in a heavenly glow. Mouth slightly ajar as a chorus of moans fell from you. Once again encouraged by the sounds he was pulling from you, he leaned up and nipped at one of your peaked buds. Laving over the spot before taking it into his mouth. Head threw back as you cried out. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him. And you told him as such.
Bob thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Your needy tone went straight to his cock, making it impossibly hard. He pulled away from your abused nipple with a lewd pop. The skin shone slightly in the low light. “You want me, Blue?” he was breathless as he spoke, lips pink and kiss-swollen. You nodded again, words failing as you looked down at him. Bob clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Nuh, uh. Wanna hear you say it,” Confidence oozed from him. Gone was the timid, reserved engineering student. This was the suave, cocky frat VP only seen by his brothers. Was Bob shy? Sure, but he used it to his advantage and it worked. Every. Single. Time. “Need you, Robby, please,” Not want, no, no you needed him. “And you’ll have me,”
Lips collided with yours as he flipped you over. Bob wedged his knee between your legs, stopping you from closing them. “Gotta get you ready for me, sugar,” Bob cooed and stripped himself down to his boxers. His fingers curled under the waistband of your panties and slowly dragged them down. He swore he started drooling at the sight of your pussy shining with arousal. His fingers found your clit immediately, circling the swollen bud agonizingly slowly. He didn’t continue his teasing ministrations for long. Kissing his way down to your soaking core, fingers entering your hole while his tongue swirls around your clit. Your hips ground into his fingers and mouth, effectively soaking his face with your juices. “Taste like fuckin’ candy, Blue” His words made you clench around him, wanton moan leaving you in the process. Heat built up in your lower stomach, the tell-tail coil threatening to snap. “M’so close, Robby. Please don’t stop,” You were breathless as you spoke, spurring him on. His tongue rapidly flicked over your bud, fingers hooked and nudging the spongy spot that made you see stars. “Cum for me, Blue, sugar. Know you want to,” he hummed against you. His words were the final nail in the coffin. Back arching off the bed as you came with a cry, chanting his name.
It was music to his ears, the constant “Oh, Robby!” “Fuck, Robby feels so good!” “Oh god!” It fed his ego every time he reduced someone to a quivering mess. And you hadn’t even had his cock yet. Bob finally pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Open your mouth for me,” You obeyed, sticking your tongue out for him as well. His fingers met your tongue, your taste flooding your senses. Bob groaned when you wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked them clean. He just knew your mouth would feel like sin on his cock. That could wait, he needed to be inside you. “Got a condom somewhere ‘round here, baby?” All you could muster was a nod and pointed to the bedside drawer. He clambered off you and rummaged through the drawer. Once he found the silver foil he held the packet in his teeth as he shoved his boxers down. His erection slapped against his stomach. You whined at the sight. Earning a soft chuckle from Bob. “Patience. You’ll get what you want soon enough,” he said with the condom still between his teeth. His hand stroked his length, your eyes followed its movement. Completely enamored with the sight before you; mouth watering as he rolled the rubber down his shaft.
Hands intertwined with yours, legs wrapped around his waist. He pushed slowly inside, the pair of you moaning in unison. “Move please Robby, need you to move,” you whined once he bottomed out. Bob smirked down at you, relishing in the way you turned to putty in his hands. He couldn’t wait to tell the guys he finally got you to bed. “Since you asked so nicely,” He started slow, allowing you time to adjust, lips exploring your neck. The rounded head hit the spot that made your toes curl with every thrust, eliciting such lovely sounds from you. “So tight for me, fuck” you felt so good around him, squeezing him just so. Bob marked up your neck as his hips increased pace, biting your soft skin and soothing it over with his tongue.
“Tell me how I feel, Blue. Wanna hear you,” His instructions were almost met with deaf ears. The pleasure bordered on too much. “S-so big Robby. Fill me up so good,” One of his hands moved to press on your stomach, earning a scream from you. “Yeah? Can you feel me in your tummy, baby?” You just nodded, unsure if you’d be able to form words. Bob's face held a cocky smirk as you continued to clench around him. “You close again Blue? Huh?” His words held a condescending edge, the power he held over you going to his head just a little. All you could manage was a meek “uh-huh” before you were cumming around him. Bob threw his head back “That’s it, Blue,” his voice was strained, his orgasm swiftly approaching. He emptied into the condom with a grunt, slowing his thrusts before he pulled out. You whined as he did, still sensitive.
Bob looked down at you. Your chest was heaving, cheeks red and lips swollen. It was only when you felt a towel against you, gently cleaning you up that you came back to reality. You tried to sit up, but Bob’s hand on your shoulder pushed you back onto the bed lightly. “S’okay, baby. Lemme take care of you,” Bob didn’t know what overcame him. He was usually out the door at this point. Something about you compelled him to stay. He helped you put some pajamas on. Got you both water from the kitchen while you brushed your teeth. Climbed into your bed next to you and held you close. Rubbed your back and soothed you as you nuzzled closer to his chest. This was foreign to him, but he loved it. Loved having you close. He was your man after midnight. The one who would chase the shadows away.
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