Bad Influence - Part 2
Bad Boy!Robert x Good Girl!Reader
WC: 17k?? (WTF??)
A/N: Tumblr is dumb and made me upload this in 2 parts. So you can read the first part here. Thanks again @buggiebeetleart for this art. Enjoy yall
Content: 18+ MDNI, bad boy robert x good girl reader, classmates to friends, friends to lovers, you fell first, he fell harder, innocent reader, alt emo robert, slight stoner robert, mean teasing robert, robert calling reader princess, no supers or powers au, just high school, and high shenanigans, minor angst, first kiss (yours), corruption, smoking devils lettuce :p, kinda a crack fic at parts, eating weed brownies, getting drunk, robert doing your makeup drunk, virginity loss (yours), consent checks, safe sex (wrap it up), oral f!receiving, m-m-m-munch robertson ftw, surprise piercing, no not there ya freaks, robert comes untouched, sneaking around behind parents backs, been waiting to use this gif hehe
You lead Robert up to your room. Warm-colored fairy lights are pinned along the walls in loose, uneven lines, some of them drooping slightly like you put them up without caring too much. Your bed sits against the far wall, piled with too many pillows and an old quilt that’s clearly been washed a hundred times. A couple of plushies are tucked near the headboard.
There’s a desk by the window, cluttered but intentional—half-burned candles, notebooks filled with messy handwriting, and a chipped mug holding pens and eyeliner pencils. A small stack of books leans dangerously to one side, spines cracked from rereading. Your guitar rests in the corner, strings slightly out of tune, like it gets picked up often but never quite put away properly.
“Your room is almost as cute as you," he says with a kiss to your temple.
You're staring up at him with a doe-eyed expression, a bit shy.
“You keep looking at me like that,” he says, eyes dark, voice wrecked, “I forget every good intention I’ve ever had.”
His thumb brushes your lip again, almost reverent, then drags it down your chin like he can’t help himself.
“Say the word,” he murmurs. “Or tell me to stop. Because I’m running out of middle ground here.”
You don’t answer right away—just lean in, close enough that your lips brush his once, barely there.
His breath catches.
“Yeah,” he mutters, eyes fluttering shut for half a second. “That’s what I thought.” He reaches down to the hem of his hoodie, pulling apart from you for a moment so he can yank it over his head with his shirt. His lips are back on yours in an instant. Your hands explore his bare chest but stop.
“I wanna do this, Robert.” You stare up at him with big, pleading eyes. “Okay?”
“Fuck… okay.”
Your hands tentatively brush down his chest and down his sides and waist. He's scarred all over. Literally wearing his trauma on his body.
He kisses you quickly once he sees your worried expression.
“I'm okay; it was from the accident years ago.”
You pout still, saddened at the sight. His fingers stop yours, and he lines both of your hands up.
“Your hands are so much smaller than mine," he says with a small breathless laugh.
He looks at you with a slight grin. “You wanna take your clothes off, or should I?”
“I got it.” You reach for the hem of your sweater, trying to pull it and your shirt off like Robert did, but it's not nearly as cool and practiced.
“Cute.” He chuckles at your heart-patterned bra.
“Are you going to call everything I do cute?” you pout for no particular reason.
He shrugs with a grin. “Most likely.”
Your sweatpants are next, thrown onto the floor on top of your sweater. Robert takes a step closer, thumb brushing the side of your panties.
“Very cute.” Kissing you quick before you can complain. His fingers inching down to feel your moist panties.
“T-take them off," you whine.
“As you wish, princess," he smirks into your mouth. He takes his time peeling your wet, sodden panties from you. His fingers steadily slide back down to your slit. Rubbing at the cobwebs of slick that formed between your folds. His jaw drops and breath stutters. “Holy shit, you're soaked.”
“Sorry…” Your nails dig into his shoulders.
“Don't be.” He carefully pushes you onto your bed, shifting down so he's eye level with your cunt.
“R-robert? W-what are you doing?”
“Going down on you. S’that ok?” He sucks his bottom lip into his watering mouth, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
“W-what? Uhhhh-”
He rolls his eyes. “I want to lick your pussy, y/n.”
You draw back a bit, an almost horrified look in your eye.
“Y-you what? Down there?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, I think it's hot.”
Your brows furrow, confused and still slightly nervous. “Really?”
“Hell yeah. At least let me try; if you don't like it, we can stop, kay?” He says with a kiss to your knees.
“O-okay…”
Robert gradually parts your legs, inching closer with a kiss every time.
“O-ohh!”
Roberts's tongue licks you all the way up your slit as he parts your folds with his thumbs. But it felt weird. Why was his tongue shaped like that?
He pulls back on the hood of your clit before giving it a quick lick. The sensation immediately makes you jerk back.
“W-whoa! U-uhmm—w-what was that?”
He chuckled, peering up at you with a deliciously evil grin.
“What? The feeling or this?” Robert sticks out his tongue, and you see it. The metal ball was sticking out of his tongue. “You really didn't notice?” He smirks.
“No, um, uh—" you stutter, your brain trying to catch up with the situation.
“That's ok, right?” He circles your inner thigh with his thumb.
"Whoa, um, yeah sure, wow.”
He chuckles, placing a quick kiss on your clit, making you squeak.
“Heh, I bet you've never even touched yourself before, right?”
“I-I h-have!” Your hands fist the sheets.
Robert quirks a brow and grins. “Really?”
“Mmhm…” You turn your head so you don't have to look at him.
"M'kay, you wanna show me what you like then?”
“W-what?” Your face heats more. “I don't know… just do whatever you were gonna do!” You slap your hands over your face in embarrassment.
“Uh uh, none of that now.” Robert grabs your arms, forcing them apart so you look at him.
“R-roberrrrrt.” You whine, closing your legs.
“What's wrong? This too much for ya?”
“No, well, I'm just feeling… exposed, vulnerable.”
“Do you want to stop?” He peers up.
“No…” you pull at your fingers nervously.
Robert takes your hands in your lap, squeezing them. “Do you trust me, princess?”
You look at him then and melt. How could his eyes look so earnest but… lustful? You gulp. “Yeah, of course.”
“Then I need to prep you. Did you like what I was doing?”
“Y-yeah, it just felt weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?” he probes.
“...G-good.”
“Great,” he smiles. ”You want me to try again?”
You nod, clearly embarrassed.
“Words, princess.”
“Yes, Robert.”
Robert kisses your inner thigh again. His tongue flattens against your folds, licking up to wrap his lips around your clit.
“Mh-ah!” you whimper.
You're trying to place this feeling. Bliss. Euphoria. Pleasure.
“T-this feels nothing like being high or drunk.”
“Y-yeah.” Robert grunts. “It's better.” Robert groans, clearly enjoying this as much as you, and continues eating.
He licks and slurps at your juices, letting that little silver ball slide around your clit, making your legs twitch. Your eyes are closed tight, jaw slack.
“You ok, cutie?” He chuckles.
“Y-yeahh nghh—I feel weird.”
“Yeah? Gonna come for me?”
You feel hot and tingly all over. You're definitely sensitive then when he started. Your heart is racing, and you can't breathe.
“Come on, baby, you can do it.” His cheeks hollow out as he sucks your clit, making you gasp. His lip piercing digging into you. It's too much. A hot wave of pleasure washes over you, making you see white.
“Robert! ” you cry as you throw your head back. Your brain is mush. He laps his tongue over your folds to clean you up, sucking at your remaining essence. You're boneless.
“Good job, princess.” Robert licks his lips.
“W-was that—
“Your first orgasm? Yeah, was delicious.”
“S-so should we…”
“Hmm, I should probably stretch you out first.”
“S-stretch?”
Robert holds up two fingers like a gun.
“It's gonna feel weird, then good, ok?”
"Oh, ok.”
Robert kissed your inner thigh again. “I'll go slow, baby.” You nod.
Robert kisses your clit again, making you whimper. He laps at your folds a few times before licking his tongue into your entrance.
“Nggh—Ah!"
"Sorry, princess.” He spits to lube up his fingers.
“Robert! Gross!”
He smirks. “You don't want these going in dry, baby, trust me.” Positioning them at your entrance, he looks up at you with carnal need.
“Gonna put them in now, ok?”
“Okay…”
His spit-covered fingers mix with your slick push slowly into you. You wince at the foreign sensation, squirming a little.
“Still ok?”
"Y-yeah, it burns a little though.”
“That'll go away.”
He keeps pushing his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm, moving closer to lap at your clit again.
"Nnnh—"
You bite your bottom lip, trying to stop the whiny, breathy moans from escaping.
“None of that, c'mon," Robert says, trying to bury himself deeper into your pussy.
“Robert! Y-you can't breathe!”
“Mhh-Good.” He slurs. “Pull my hair if you need to.” He's stroking deeper into you, then an experimental curl, then another once he finds that spongy part riiiight there.
“Whoa!” The motion sends a chill throughout your whole body; your hands fly to his head, legs squeezing him. Fingers tangling in his messy locks, giving a little tug.
He groans into you. Hot breath searing into you. Gasping like he's parched. Like he can't get enough of your taste.
“Harder, princess," he huffs. Long, lecherous slurps fill the room as he pistons his fingers into you, curling just so, making your legs shake. The combination is enough to make you lose it.
“Roberrrrt.”
"That's it. You're doing so well taking my fingers, princess. So responsive.” He peers up at you; he looks drunk again.
"D-don't look at me like that…”
“Should I look at her?” He gives your pussy a wet, open-mouthed kiss.
“W-what? R-Rob-”
Your hips start involuntarily bucking into his face, moans picking up in intensity.
“Rob! W-wait right there!”
His fingers curl hard into you, grip tightening on his hair.
“Let go, sweet thing, I've got you." He keeps a rough rhythm inside while sucking and flicking at your clit. You come again explosively with a moan; you're worried about popping Robert's head like a balloon between your thighs. You ride out your high and then collapse down onto your bed, catching your breath.
“W-whoa… what the hell, Robert?” you wince as his fingers slip out.
He chuckles and leans over to kiss you.
“I-is it always like that? ” you pant.
"Sometimes, yeah.”
“Has anyone called your tongue a sedative before?”
“Never.” He laughs. "I'll take that as a compliment.”
He gives you a minute to come down, kissing your cheek gently.
“Do you want to keep going? It's ok if—"
“I want to go all the way, Robert.” You turn to face him. His eyes are still blown out with lust.
You gasp when you come to the realization. "You haven't come yet, Robert!"
Robert shakes his head, kissing you deep. “I think you underestimated how much I enjoyed eating you out.” He stands up, revealing the large wet spot on the front of his sweatpants.
“You—oh…" you blink, unable to tear your eyes away from his bulging erection begging to be freed.
Robert grabs his bag by the door and pulls out a condom.
“You're sure? It's not too late to back out, y/n.”
You nod. “I want to, Robert.” Your body's buzzing; your core is on fire. You feel revitalized but serene.
He smiles at you before pulling down his pants; his boxers come down next, his dick slapping against his stomach, making you gape. It's longer than you thought. The head is dark pink, almost red and angry, and there's a vein running up the underside. He's thicker at the base and has a bit of a bush, and his balls look soft, wrinkly.
He smirks, giving it one pump as he looks at you ogling him.
“You know my dick needs to go inside you, right, sweet girl?”
“Yes Robert! I know that! I just didn't expect…” you gulp.
He grins smugly, crossing his arms. “What? You can say it.”
“Don't get a big head about it…” you roll your eyes.
He looks down. “It's a pretty average-sized head.” He chuckles.
You blush. “Shut up Robert!”
“Overwhelmed, princess?”
You murmur something under your breath.
“Hmm?” He steps closer and sits next to you on the bed.
Sighing, you try again. “...How is it going to fit?”
He kisses your cheek. "It'll fit, sweet girl. We’re gonna take it nice and easy.” He reaches over to cup your cheek, pulling you to him. He kisses you deep, tongue licking over your bottom lip. You let him into your mouth and let your tongue tangle with his. The piercing is very distracting, and you taste a bit of yourself on him. This kiss is intoxicating and dizzying; you can't focus enough to keep up the fight of your tongues together. You pull away with a pant, hands gripping his shoulders.
“Can I get inside you now, princess?”
“Yes, I’m ready."
“Lay down for me.”
You do as Robert pushes off the bed to put on the condom. He climbs back on, kissing you again.
“Spread your legs, pretty.” You do. He lines up to your entrance. “You're really sure this is what you want?
“Yeah.”
He pushes in slowly, groaning when his head is fully enveloped.
“Fuuuck, squeezing me so tight, princess.”
“M’sorry…”
He kisses you fiercely, pressing into you more and more. You feel him stretching you open inch by inch. The burn is back, but it's bigger, and there's so much pressure you feel that he's somehow all the way up in your lungs. How exactly does anatomy work again? Fuck it, who cares?
Robert pulls back slightly, wiping a tear from your eye with the pad of his thumb. “Hey, you're ok. Need to stop?” he stills.
“N-no, keep going.” You wince.
“I know it's a lot, baby. You're doing great.” He keeps his rhythm steady, chest almost heaving.
"You're just so big…"
Robert laughs, then groans when you clamp down onto him further. “Fuck… I think you're going to ruin me instead.”
He picks up his pace a little, opting for deeper, longer strokes.
Then you feel it.
He buries himself to the hilt. All in.
“There, see.” Robert pants. “It fits perfectly.”
“Robert…” you slap your hands over your face.
He sucks and licks at your neck, inching down to that spot where your neck and collarbone meet.
"R-Rob…" you mewl. Voice high and breathless.
"God, you're cute," he laughs. “Don't hold back; I wanna hear every sound you make.” One hand grips your waist while the other slides up to cup your breast. He fondles your tit gently, rubbing at your neglected nipple. Then he hunches a little to suck the other in his mouth.
You whimper. Then a full-on moan. His piercing circling over your nipple, slow, sensual. Every stroke into you makes you lose your breath.
"R-Rob… please—" you squirm, your back arching off the bed.
“Y’ok, princess?” he says, popping off your nipple.
“S’too much!” you pant, head tossing and turning on your pillow.
Robert reaches down to thumb your clit, and you cry out.
“Hang on, baby.” He kisses your neck, thrusting into you with hard, rough strokes. “M’almost there with you.” Robert continues circling your clit and slides down to take your tit in his mouth again.
“Mh-ah!”
“Come for me, y/n.”
Just like that you're gushing beneath him, like he spoke the magic words. Eyes fluttering beneath your lids. You swear your ears pop. Your cunt fluttering around Robert's dick makes him come with a low curse, then collapse on top of you.
You both stay silent. Only the sound of you both catching your breath.
“S’it always like that?” you pant.
"No," he grins, planting a kiss on your chest, pulling out. You both wince for a second.
"Where are your towels?”
“Mhh, on the bathroom shelf. Can't miss em…”
Robert retrieves a few towels and proceeds to help clean you up.
“Y’ok princess?”
“Yeah…” You're sprawled on your bed, eyes half open with a dopey grin on your face.
He smirks. "It's cute how fucked out you look right now.” Robert kisses your temple.
“I think you broke me, Robert…” you whine.
He laughs. “Nah, princess. You just know what it's like.” Robert slides his boxers back on and climbs back into bed with you. “Is this ok?”
“Mmmhmm.” you smile and nod, barely able to form any more words or thoughts.
“Is it bedtime?” he asks.
“Mmhmm.” You turn over to look at him smiling at you, and your heart skips a beat.
"You're something else.”
You suddenly pull him close. Your face is buried in his chest, smelling the sweat on his skin. "Don't leave. Stay with me tonight.”
“Tch, you're funny if you thought I'd ever leave your side.” He kisses the top of your head and snuggles into you. You fall asleep like that. Spent, treasured, comfortable.
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Your relationship with Robert grew from there.
The next day you go with Robert to the mall to pick out some new clothes. You almost run out of Spencer's when he takes you to the back of the store.
“It's not funny, Robert!!”
“You should have seen the look on your face!”
“Robert!!” you huff, turning on your heels.
You both pig out on Taco Bell and chug down some Baja Blasts.
It's evening when you get back to your place. Robert is packed up and ready to go. You don't want him to, but your parents will be back soon. You're on the back porch with him as he's lighting up a cigarette.
“So… does this mean we’re together now?” You ask nervously, tapping your fingers on the railing.
Robert huffs out a cloud of smoke, tapping it twice with his finger to get rid of the ash, and sighs. “I don't think you can handle being with me, princess.”
You furrow your brows. “But I want to.”
“You only think you want to.” He takes another drag, longer this time. “People don't want me. You'll realize that all too soon.”
You gasp, reaching out to clutch his arm. “That's not true, Robert. I want you.”
Robert stubs out his cigarette and turns to you. You're pouting, brow furrowed in that cute way it gets when you're trying to look angry.
You exhale. “Hmf, well, you already ‘corrupted’ me. I don't see the big deal…” You cross your arms.
Robert steps closer and tilts up your chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. “Looks like I'm a bad influence then, huh?” He says before he kisses you. And you melt, throwing your arms around his neck. He tastes like smoke, which minorly distracts you from his tongue pushing its way into your mouth. You wrestle your tongue with his till you hear the sound of your parents pulling up the driveway.
Robert pulls away from you reluctantly. Resting his forehead on yours. “Guess that's my cue, huh?”
“Yeah…” you sigh.
Robert tosses his bag over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“See you tomorrow, princess.” He sneaks out the back gate to his car parked down the street.
This was truly the best weekend you've ever had.
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The week had proved more difficult than you thought. Since you had to go straight home after school, you and Robert had to make time throughout the day to see each other. Robert even woke up early to see you before class started. You ate together during lunch, held hands in the hall, and walked each other to class, sharing a quick kiss before departing.
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You both found it very hard to keep your hands off each other. The week after your grounding, you made out in Robert's car after school every day.
Then you started inviting him over so you could ‘tutor him.' Your parents didn't suspect a thing. You've tutored others before, so why would this be any different?
Robert does like to push the envelope, though. Lately your ‘study sessions’ have been going later and later.
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You're sitting there at the edge of your bed reading your textbook. Well, trying to, Robert's head is buried between your thighs trying to draw out your sweetest moans.
“Nngh, Robert, I'm—"
“S'ok baby.” Robert licks his lips. “Keep reading.”
“I c-cant—" His pierced tongue swirling around your clit makes you dazed and dopey. You white-knuckle the textbook as your pleasure climbs higher and higher.
“Mmh—keep going, you can do it.” He smirks, kitten licking your clit.
“‘The s-strength of a covalent bond depe-n-nds on the dissstance between nuclei nghh- and the distribu-ution-n of electron densit-ty—R-robert—’”
“Hmmm, you're thinking too hard.” Robert pushes your legs further apart while pressing two fingers into you.
“Nnnagh—whoa—" Your head is thrown back as he curls his fingers inside. Pussy clenching around him.
“Your body is so honest for me, princess.”
“Sh-shut up, Rober-rt," you puff.
“You have the cutest little moans too. Fuck, you're gonna make me lose it, y/n. Driving me wild.”
You peek over the textbook and watch his fingers go in and out, in and out, as his thumb rubs on your clit. It's too much.
“Holyshitrobertcoming!” You mewl and whine as you cum on his fingers. You're cumming so hard you seize up and drop the textbook on his head with a thud.
He licks you through it despite that, then bites your inner thigh, making you yelp.
“Hey! Robert!!”
“You dropped a textbook on my head!”
“You made me read it!”
“Worth it. Was pretty cute watching you trying to read it without stuttering.”
“Jerk!” you cross your arms with a huff.
“You wanna go again? No games this time?”
"R-Rob… we can't—"
“Get caught? I know.” He sits up, lingering kisses around your stomach. “I just can't get enough of you.” He kisses up your sides. “Never felt like this before, y'know.” He looks up at you with a warm, wholehearted expression.
"Yeah, ok, let's just be quick.”
He shakes his head, getting up to cup your cheek.
“I want to take my time with you.” He kisses you leisurely, lovingly; you feel it all over, igniting your senses.
“Y-you're gonna get me addicted to you.” You sigh into him.
He pulls back a bit and smirks. “Aren't you already?”
“N-no!” You turn your face away. “Shut up, Robert…”
He turns your face back, planting a small kiss on your nose. “You'll get addicted to nicotine before me.”
“You should stop," you pout.
“Yeah… I should. You can help me with that, right?”
“S-sure.”
He kisses you again. “I think I'll get addicted to you first.”
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You and Robert continued messing around for weeks.
Robert is glued onto you. Face buried in your boobs (his second favorite place to be), arms wrapped around you like a koala, legs tangled shamelessly with yours.
You giggle, ruffling his already messy, fluffed-up hair.
“What?” he says muffled, refusing to take his face out from between your boobs.
“You're very clingy when you want to be.”
He squeezes you tighter in response, if that’s even possible. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re literally attached to me.”
“Was I not hugged enough as a child?” He pauses. “Wait, don't answer that… I already know the answer.”
Your fingers slow in his hair. “Robert…”
He sighs dramatically but lifts his head enough to meet your eyes properly. His arms don’t loosen.
“I like being close to you,” he says, softer now.
Your chest tightens a little at that.
“You act like that’s some big confession,” you murmur.
“For me? It kinda is.” His thumb traces a lazy line along your side, absentmindedly. “I don’t… do this. Not like this.”
After a moment, the corner of his mouth quirks again.
“But also,” he adds, nudging closer, “I love your boobs.”
You roll your eyes, laughing. “You’re such a creep and a weirdo.”
“Whoaa nice reference, princess. I'm rubbing off on you.”
You catch his smirk and immediately push his face back into your boobs.
“Don't even continue that thought, Robert!”
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You're slightly uneasy as the weeks go on. What started as playful flirting and him taking your virginity has blurred into something deeper. You long for a bit more from Robert but refrain in fear of sounding needy. It’s not that he’s distant—he isn’t. If anything, he’s attentive in ways that make your chest ache. You tell yourself you’re fine with it. You’re both young. You’re just enjoying each other. Late-night ‘study sessions,' tangled sheets, stolen kisses in quiet hallways. The way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. Still, sometimes when he leaves, you sit on your bed and wonder—what are we?
You want more.
And you’re almost certain he does too.
It isn’t until one night you’re on Robert’s lap, making out with him, that everything finally shifts.
His hands are warm at your waist, your fingers in his hair, and the kiss is messy and breathless and a little desperate. Like both of you are trying to say something without words.
He pulls back suddenly, dazed, panting, forehead resting against yours.
“Do yoooou wanna be my girlfriend?” he asks, voice wrecked, eyes glazed as they drop to your kiss-swollen lips.
For a second, you just blink at him.
“What—really?” you beam, breathless in a different way now.
“Yeah. Of course.” His thumb brushes your cheek, gentler than he was a moment ago. “I really like you.” He brushes some hair behind your ear, eyes darting around your face, unable to focus.
Your eyes light up so fast it almost hurts. You nod, a little too eagerly. “Yeah. I really like you too…”
Relief floods his expression, and he smiles wide. “It's settled then.” He says with a kiss to your cheek. “We should celebrate.”
You giggle, still riding the high of it. “By doing what?”
He grins, that familiar mischievous glint returning to his eyes as his mouth trails down the side of your neck.
“I think you know what,” he murmurs. “You opened the floodgates. Now I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“M-my parents are downstairs, Robert!” you whisper, half-laughing, half-panicked.
“So?” he whispers back against your skin. “I can be quiet.” His hands wander, teasing, and you gasp softly despite yourself.
“Can you?” he adds, smug.
“Nghh—n-not if you tease me like t-that…”
“Ok, let's just be quick then.” Robert frantically pulls at your clothes.
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You start to miss him whenever he leaves your place. Even though you'll see each other the next day, the wait seems unbearable, and Robert agrees. So you make a plan.
You warily sneak him into your room a few times over the week during the night. Around the back, your dad keeps a ladder propped up against the wall where he was painting but forgot to put it back. It was the perfect height to hop over to your balcony in the middle of the night. You feel like real-life Romeo and Juliet. He climbs back into bed with you with a sigh, holding you close to him. You just sleep better with him next to you. He does like to take advantage of the situation, though. A grind here, a grope there. His hands sliding down to pull your thighs apart.
"R-Robert, what are y-you—"
"Shhh, it’s ok princess, you had a long day. Lemme help you relax.”
All protests die on your tongue as his fingers slip under your panties and through your wet folds. He puts hickies on your neck, marking you up, with one hand on your mouth to quiet you. He could come just from grinding up against you like this. It's so dirty, so wrong, so risqué. You love it. You love the way he makes you feel.
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You wake in the middle of the night one weekend, the cold, damp, sticky fabric of your panties clinging to you while you slept, growing more uncomfortable with every passing second.
“R-robert…” you whimper and squirm.
Robert stirs. “Hmm?” He hums, barely awake. “You okay, baby?”
“N-need you," you moan breathlessly.
“Yeah? Needy princess?” His cock hardens immediately.
“P-please…” You are grinding on him for any kind of relief.
“Alright, I got you.” Robert huffs, pulling your pjs and peeling your panties down just so.
“Knees up, baby.” He pulls out his cock, pressing it to your ass, then slides between your drenched sticky folds, making you mewl and squirm.
“This what you want, pretty? Fuck, so wet for me.” He groans, rubbing his dick through your wet folds.
“Mmh, yes Rob.”
“Tch, dirty girl can't even sleep without being fucked goodnight first?” The tip of his dick catches your clit, and you gasp.
"Ngghm, R-rob—you can't!”
“Not gonna put it in. Just lemme feel you.” His hands slide up to grope at your tits. He hums appreciatively, grinding into you so lazy but desperately. He continues his pace for what seems like forever. His hand covering your mouth to hide your cute moans. His hot, rugged breath in your ear as he rubs against you.
“Shit… y/n I’m gonna lose it- y-you close?
“Y-yes, Robert—faster!" you squeak.
“Come f’me.” He groans, nibbling at your earlobe. And you do, grinding back into him with a few spasms as he spills his seed between your folds and into your panties in a hot, sticky mess.
.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.
The day does come when your parents find out you're dating. They’d suspected something for weeks. The way you light up when your phone pings with a message from him at dinner, your lingering hugs at the door, the sudden interest in him studying at your house for hours.
When you finally sit them down and say it out loud—Robert and I are together—your mom presses her lips thin. Your dad leans back in his chair with a huff.
They exchange a look. The kind that says we knew it and we don’t like it all at once.
They’re polite when Robert comes over next. Too polite. The kind of politeness that’s sharp around the edges.
“What are your plans after graduation?” your mom asks him one night over dinner.
“Work. School,” Robert replies evenly. “Mechanics. I’ve already applied.”
“And this is… long-term?” your dad presses.
Robert doesn’t even flinch. He reaches under the table and squeezes your hand.
“Yeah,” he says simply. “It is.”
Later, in your room, you apologize for them.
Robert could give two shits. He's not going to change to fit some ‘perfect image’ your parents have for dating their daughter.
They think it's just a phase. You'll break up eventually. But Robert takes you to prom in a navy suit that fits him just a little too well. You wear a long dark purple gown; it's stunning, elegant, and dramatic all at once. When he sees you descend the stairs, he actually forgets how to speak for a second.
“You look…” he starts, then just shakes his head. “Fuck...”
You dance like idiots. Take blurry photos. He spins you in the parking lot under dim streetlights, kissing you breathless, and fucks you in the back of his car.
You both get accepted to college; you both end up rooming together in a dorm—which is, objectively, a terrible idea… The room is small. You argue about laundry. About whose turn it is to do dishes. About his socks on the floor. The neighboring dorms haaate you.
He only smokes occasionally now. He tries to stop for you, for himself. He actually studies harder. Talks about internships and certifications. Talks about maybe opening his own shop one day. You grow together, helping each other study, squeezing in some cheap date nights that consist of a single Yankee Candle and two packets of ramen. Holding each other through failures and small victories alike.
You don’t exactly see kids in your future. Not right now. Maybe not ever.
But one night, walking past a dumpster on the way back to the dorms, you see a very small, scruffy chihuahua tied to one of the legs. Robert crouches down immediately, letting it chew on his fingers. “We need to help him.”
.•*•.•*•.•*•.
Years from that first uneasy, undefined stage, you’re sitting on the hood of his beat-up car in a quiet parking lot, campus lights glowing behind you.
He’s staring at you the same way he did the first night in your room after your first time together—like you’re something he can’t quite believe he gets to keep.
“Something about you,” he says slowly, “makes me want to be the best version of myself.”
You look at him with a warm smile. His half black-brown hair is having trouble fading from the years of black box dye abuse, the dark circles starting to form under his eyes from long nights at the shop, the bit of stubble dusting his chin, and the piercing still shining on his lip. He looks happy, tired, and carefree.
“You already are,” you tell him softly.
He shakes his head, kissing your temple. “Not yet.”
He reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together.
“But I’m getting there.”
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A/N: Thanks again @buggiebeetleart for the inspo. Hope yall had a good Valentines and treated yoself a lil. Have a great week!
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