Munch
Summary: Bob is desperate to eat you out. that's it. it's filthy.
Pairing: Bob Reynolds x AFAB!Reader (no pronouns used though, and no use of Y/N)
Warnings: oral (f receiving), male masturbation, cursing, absolute filth
A/N: my headcanon is that bob *loves* eating it and I simply had to write a lil drabble about it okayyyyy. 18+ only pls :) enjoy
feedback gives me writing fuel :)
Bob, your sweet, sweet Bob, was currently the very picture of sin. He was on his knees for you, his hands slowly sliding up your legs, his face pressing against you as his hot breath hit right between your thighs.
"Please," he whimpered, pressing several messy kisses to your inner thigh. "Just a taste, please."
You carded your fingers through his soft hair as you bit your lip. "Just a taste? Hmmmm." You pretended to ponder it for a moment just to toy with him. You absolutely loved when he got this deliciously desperate. "You need it?"
Bob nodded urgently, his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs, his glassy eyes gleaming up at you. "I need it so bad, you have no idea, I-- I'll do anything."
Your head gently fell back on the wall you were currently leaning against. God, how could you ever deny him? "Keep begging like that and you can do whatever you want to me."
Bob groaned in response to just the idea of doing whatever he wanted to you, pressing his nose and mouth against your clothed core. "I'll make you feel so good, I promise."
You placed your hand on his cheek, gently lifting his head so you could look at him properly. "You always do."
He gave you one of his sweetest smiles, almost innocent like he wasn't about to completely devour you, before his deft fingers slid underneath the waistband of your panties and yanked downward, exposing you. "Jesus," he whispered, eyes now locked in at the space between your thighs with awe. He swallowed harshly in anticipation. "You're so pretty." He leaned in closer and began pressing kisses everywhere except right where you needed him most, until you began to squirm.
"Don't tease," you whined, tugging at his hair. "I--"
Your voice died in your throat when his hot, wet tongue slid right through your folds, your body tensing up at the sudden action. "Bob."
He moaned greedily at the first taste of you. "You're dripping."
You nodded, gasping when he dove back in and licked at you like he'd been waiting his entire life for that very moment. Your chest was heaving with adrenaline; he'd barely began and you were already almost incoherent. "For you."
Bob groaned shamelessly and shuddered against you at your words, the rumble of his voice vibrating deliciously against your soaked cunt. His nose was nudging your clit with every stripe he licked against your entrance, his hands gripping your ass to keep you close. "Taste so good," he mumbled before wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and sucking hard.
You just about flew off the wall you'd been leaning against, both of your hands gripping his hair for purchase as your knees buckled. Bob never ceased, instead hiking one of your legs up over his shoulder to get an even better angle. The precision of his tongue against your swollen clit sent sharp pleasure shooting across your lower abdomen. "Holy--oh my god, I can't--"
Bob's mouth was relentless as he ate you like a man starved. You normally would've been embarrassed at the way your slickness was dripping down your thighs if it hadn't been for Bob's tongue chasing after it, like he couldn't afford to waste a single drop. It was fucking messy and loud, the sounds of yours and his moans competing with the sounds of his hot mouth lapping at your soaked cunt.
Your climax hit you without warning the second his tongue dipped into your entrance, the pressure exploding in your lower belly before you could process it. You barely registered Bob lowering one of his hands to palm himself through his boxer briefs as he worked you through it, the sight spurring you on. "Jesus Christ, Bob."
Bob didn't answer. His left hand was squeezing your ass to keep your cunt against his mouth while his other hand dipped into his boxer briefs and gripped his pulsing cock. He let out a guttural moan at the relief, his hips bucking forward into his hand.
It was sensory overload. Tears were threatening to escape your eyes as he continued alternating between sucking unrelentingly on your clit and dipping his tongue inside you. "It--it's so much, I can't," you whined, incoherent as your body tried squirming away from him.
He chased after you, his free hand pulling you back to his relentless mouth. "No no no, wait, please I'm not done yet," he begged. "Just please give me one more, I know you can."
And to think you'd been in charge at the start of this.
You'd been squeezing your eyes shut as you had no choice but to take what he was giving you, barely processing your come-down until you opened them at the wet repetitive sound from below you and almost came again from the sight alone.
There he was, face buried between your thighs, eyes shut and brow furrowed in blissful focus as his free hand stroked himself relentlessly, pre-cum glistening at the angry red tip.
"Oh my god," you groaned, thighs shaking around his head. "Fucking look at you."
Bob opened his eyes at your words, mouth never leaving you, and gave you the most doe-eyed, pussy drunk look you'd ever seen. And that was your undoing.
It was devastating, completely desperate, so much more intense than the first time. The image of him getting himself off to eating you out replayed in your mind over and over until the only word you knew how to say anymore was his name. You vaguely registered Bob releasing a sob of your name as he came with you, the sound spurring you on until you were trembling.
You weren't even aware of how much time had passed when Bob finally pulled away from you. You sagged back against the wall, taking your time opening your eyes as you came back to your surroundings. And there he was, sitting back with a dazed grin on his face, his nose, mouth and chin sparkling with your slick. His hand and stomach were covered with his own mess, though he didn't appear to even register it.
"How was that?"
You laughed, lowering yourself onto the ground on shaky legs to get at eye-level with him. You took his face in your hands, gently wiping your mess away as you quirked a brow at him. "I think you don't even have to ask."
He chuckled, looking away bashfully. "I guess not."
You leaned in and kissed him deeply, a small whine escaping you as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
"Who knew you were such a munch?"
