୨ৎ .ᐟ 𝐑𝐕𝐃’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ── rvd.
. ݁₊ ⊹ plot: you join your friend (with benefits), rob van dam, for a late-night, private stretching and flexibility session, curious to see how he keeps limber and agile. but some point into the night, he introduces beginner-friendly… toys… under the guise of the routine!!
. ݁₊ ⊹ notes: day 6 with rvd, the whole fuckin’ show!! now this actually made me feel a little something when i was reading the outline i made for this one… also also, you do know that rob was planning to give you more personal “training” in this (don’t want to give any specific spoilers), so it is not non-con or dub-con!!!
rob’s home gym was nearly silent, faint creaks of the thick gym mat underneath his feet the only sound. you stepped in cautiously, heart pounding in anticipation. rob had told you he’d be happy to show you how he’s so deft, but he also said there’d be a little… surprise… sometime during the session, and you were so nervous. but, he said he’d stop if you wanted whatever was going to happen to stop immediately, so that eased your nerves just the tiniest bit. anyway, rob was already stretching on the mat, his long limbs folding effortlessly into positions you could only dream of. his head tilted, an amused smile tugging at his lips, as he realized you’d made it. “finally decided to join me, huh?”, he teased, eyes glinting.
you swallowed anxiously, your fingers curling at your side. “i… i wanted to see how you do it…!”, you admitted softly, cheeks flushing. he grinned and patted the mat beside him. “come on then. let’s see what you’ve got.” you put your gym bag down near the door, took off your sneakers, and sat on the mat he had beside him. you started to mirror his stretches, feeling his gaze tracking your movements, lingering on every shift of muscle and subtle tremor.
his hands were on you before you could overthink it—firm, warm, everywhere. “you’re tense.”, he murmured, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders, working you loose with a pressure that bordered on filthy. his fingers slid down your spine, pausing just above the curve of your ass, and you jerked, a whimper escaping. “eaaasy.”, he chuckled, breath hot against your ear. “gotta learn to relaaax into it.” his voice dropped, a dark promise. “especially if you wanna play the games i’ve got in mind.”
he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear as he whispered tips that made your pulse race. “good… yeah, just like that. don’t be afraid to let go a little.” his breath tickled your ear, and you shivered, your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your top. your chest tightened, heat blooming across your skin in a mix of apprehension and something far more primal. you could smell him now; sweat, leather, and something musky and intoxicating. his chest pressed against your back as he reached around to adjust your arms, his erection straining against his shorts, impossible to miss. “you feel that?”, he growled, his hips rolling just enough to let you feel the hard length of him. “that’s what you do to me, y/n. now, imagine what i’m gonna do to you.”
then came the real fun. rob guided you into a deep lunge, his hand splayed on your lower back, pressing just enough to make you whimper. “flexibility’s all about… trust.”, he said, voice a low rumble. his other hand slid down, fingers tracing the seam of your leggings, right over your ass. “you gotta learn to open up.” his pinky hooked under the fabric, tugging just a fraction, and your breath stuttered.
slowly, his hands began to stay, brushing sensitive areas without fully crossing the line. you stifled a small gasp, and he chuckled, clearly pleased with your reaction. “see? even your body knows how to respond.”, he muttered, his fingers grazing along the crease of your thighs, dangerously close to where you ached. you could feel how wet you were, your panties sticky against your skin. his digits traced the outline of your pussy through the fabric, and you squealed, your hips jerking involuntarily. “you’re soaked, baby.”, he grunted, his voice rough with desire. “tell me, do you like it when i touch you like this?” his thumb pressed down, rubbing slow circles over your clit, and you moaned, your knees nearly buckling.
then he reached for his gym bag. what he pulled out—a butt plug—was small. sleek and black. the way he rolled it between his fingers made your stomach clench. “part of the routine.”, he said, all mock-seriousness. “helps with… control!” he lubed it up with a slow, deliberate stroke, his eyes never leaving yours. “you’re gonna take this like a good girl, aren’t you?” his free hand slid up your thigh, under your shirt, appendages brushing the lace of your panties. “or do i need to convince you?”
you shook your head “no”. he kissed the top of your head, wanting you to know that if you wanted to stop at any point, he would (as said before). your hands gripped the mat as you felt the cool tip of the plug press against you. “relax, sweetheart. just breathe.” the pressure was strange at first, but as he worked it in, the stretch burned in the best way, your body clenching around it.
he didn’t rush. every inch was a negotiation. his voice in your ear, his fingers on your clit, the plug stretching you just enough to make you whine. “you’re doing so good!”, he praised, his lips brushing your neck. “gonna make you love this.” his free hand slid down, two digits pressing inside your pussy, scissoring gently. “feel that? how full you are?” you sobbed, your body clamping around him, and he gasped. “fuck, you’re dripping.”
the air thickened as you felt completely exposed yet safe. he brushed your hair from your face, holding your gaze. “i’ve got you.”, he breathed, voice soft but full of playful authority. his appendages traced the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. your pulse jumped at the words, your heart tightening with the strange mix of surrender and exhilaration. he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. he growled, his teeth nipping at your lip.
“i—i hate you.”, you panted, but your hips rocked back, chasing the plug, his fingers, more. he laughed, dark and delighted. “liar.” his thumb pressed against your ass, right beside the plug, and you cried. “gonna fuck this tight little hole one day.”, he promised, his voice a rasp. “make you scream for it.” the thought alone had you seizing, your orgasm crashing over you in a wave of shame and need.
slowly, the session began to wind down. rob held you close, skimming gentle digits along your spine and butt. “you did so well.”, he spoke softly. you leaned into him, heart still racing, skin flushed, a wide grin spreading across your face. the relief made you feel weightless, warm, and utterly content.
by the time he pulled the plug free, you were a mess—flushed, trembling, your thighs slick. he kissed your shoulder, his lips curved against your skin. his appendages traced your cunt, then slid up to your mouth, pressing inside. “taste how good you are for me.” and you did, sucking yourself off of his fingers like the good girl you were.
afterwards, you gathered yourself, glancing around at the gym. every inch of you had been stretched, teased, and awakened. rob grinned, giving you a wink. and with that, the night ended, leaving expectancy hanging in the air, thick and electric. as you walked out, you could feel the remnant of the plug with every step, a constant reminder of what you two had just done. annddd what was still to come. you bit your lip, already counting down the hours until you would see him again, until you would surrender to his hands, his mouth, his cock. and next time? you’d be ready for even more.