A/N: I don't have anything to say about this... heres the song its inspired by. 18+ MDNI
Warnings: Soap x Reader, smut, fingering, dirty talk, soap being a teasing bastard, brat taming (?), finger sucking.
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God, you hate him. More than anything. Even now as he shoves you against the wall; one of his calloused hands shoved down your pants, teasing you over the military issued cotton. His stupid fucking smirk mocking you as you glare up at him.
"Who's all this for, hm?" Even his voice drives you wild. With rage or desire, at this point you couldn't tell. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his nimble fingers slip beneath the soaked fabric. Drawing slow, meticulous circles around your clit. Shutting you down before you can respond. "Knew you were a naughty little thing. All it took was me roughin' you up a bit and you're putty in my hands, pretty." Fuck, you wanted him to shut up and you told him so as he sunk a finger into your wet heat. The sentence cut short by a sharp moan. "What was that, pretty? Were you going to say somethin'?" You wanted to retort, to you snap at him but your mouth hangs open. Staring up at him dumbly as he sinks another finger in. Your head falling back against the wall with a soft 'thunk'. "That's what I thought," He says, moving to nip at your neck. Your neck moves absentmindedly, allowing him better access to your skin. You can feel him smirking against your neck. Hate, or maybe pleasure, burns in your stomach.
"Hate you," the words make him chuckle as he sucks a dark mark into the junction of your neck and jaw. "Oh, I know you do, pretty," his tone is condescending. Mocking you for using his fingers to get off. "Know your close too, can feel you squeezin' me," He groans. You let out a pleasured whine as he hits that one spot that made your knees weak. Hips meeting the languid thrusts of his fingers. "C'mon, cum for me if you hate me so much," and, fuck, do you. "Fuck, Johnny!" your cry fueled his ever growing ego. "That's it, bonnie. just needed someone to put you in your place. Show you how to enjoy yourself, aye?" You can't help but nod as you come down from the earth shattering high. Johnny hums in approval. Smirking as you whimper when he slowly drags his fingers out of you. "Open," the command was simple and, for once, you listened. Moaning as you sucked his fingers clean; your taste washing over your tongue. Overwhelming your senses. "So you do know how to listen," he mocks and you roll your eyes, resisting the urge to sink your teeth into his digits.
"Still got some attitude in you, huh? Guess I didn't get it all out of ya," His fingers are out of your mouth in a flash and clamped down on your cheeks. Causing your lips to purse. He drags his thumb over your lips. "Let's put this mouth to better use, hm? Knees. Now."
You love him and you hate him. You feel like your losing your mind as you sink to your knees. Looking up at him through your lashes, relishing in how he looked looming above you. But, you'll never feel ashamed of using him for pleasure. You were such a mess together, but you loved him. And he'll be damned if he didn't feel the same.
Retired!Neighbor burly dad bod soap hosting a bbq and he has a Hawaiian shirt on but it's open and stupid shorts and my god would he be so happy to see u. shit even his old squad saw and said nothing but they see how smitten he is (I want him so bad)
Soap owns a secret collection of Hawaiian shirts and no one can tell me otherwise. I also firmly believe this man has NEVER been to Hawaii.
You’d walk over in your shorts and tacky Tommy Bahama shirt with the top few buttons undone. A flower in your hair that you cut from your garden this morning.
“There she is! There’s my pretty Bonnie!” Soap would shout, already a drink or two in. You blush and walk over to greet him. Waving to some of your other neighbors as you did so. Noticing a few unfamiliar faces as well surrounding the burly Scott.
“Hi, Johnny,” you say sweetly. Cheeks burning when he plants a kiss on them. “So glad you could make it, lass. There’s some people I want you to meet,” the way his eyes light up at the thought of finally being able to introduce you to his old team. It was adorable how excited he was as he went through the boys one by one. Each of them mildly surprised that you actually existed.
They were happy for Johnny, he deserved a sweet thing like you to spend the rest of his days with. Watching the way his arm slung lazily around your waist. How he listened to you speak with nothing g but adoration in his eyes. How jealousy flashed over his features when his Nextdoor neighbor’s gaze lingered on you for a bit too long.
“He’s whipped for ‘em,” Price would say to Kyle as they observed the pair of you. You were now sitting on Johnny’s lap, giggling as he told some story to you and Simon (who had also taken quite a liking to you) while sitting around the fire. Kyle couldn’t help but agree. “This one can keep him in check, that’s for sure,” Kyle commented.
As the night drew to a close, Johnny’s back yard emptied. Leaving only you and the 141, who were staying at Johnny’s place. You leaned back against him, still perched on his lap. One hand intertwined with his while the other held a half empty beer. His thumb stroking the skin of your hand while he looked down at you. The fire light making you look almost ethereal. You glanced up at him, raising a brow.
“What?” You inquired. Johnny would just smile and kiss your forehead. “Just admiring’ the view, Bonnie,” he’d respond softly. And as you looked back up at him, smile etched on your features, you knew he was the one.
Rhett liked to reward his pretty little housewife. You’d been so good for him, you always were. But where was fun in pleasure without a bit of pain? The lights were dim in the kitchen of your tiny ranch house. Rhett loomed over your form that was tied to a chair. Arms behind your back and legs spread wide. He cocked his head to the side, looking at you through hooded eyes. Looking at you as if you were a meal like he wanted to eat you alive. And, in a way, he would. You couldn’t see him, the ratty bandana shielded your eyes from his predatory gaze. He watched your naked chest heave in anticipation. He was going to devour you.
“The things I wanna do to you,” his fingers trail lazily from your cheek to your breast. Toying with your nipples lightly “My pretty little wife,” his voice sent a shiver through you. He chuckled darkly at the effect the smallest touch had on you. “Always so good and pliant for me,” He sank to his knees, leaving open-mouthed kisses up your thighs as he ventured to the place you wanted him most. But Rhett was going to make you wait for it. He would give you what you wanted, but it was going to be on his terms. He blew a cool breath over your dripping center. “M’starvin, darlin'. You gonna let me eat? Hm?” He rasped out, large hands gripping your hips to keep you from chasing his mouth. “Rhett please,” You were breathless and he’d barely touched you. His cock ached in the confines of his jeans. He loved seeing you like this. Open and vulnerable. “You beg so pretty, darlin'. Keep goin',” He nipped the crease of your thigh, repeating the motion on the other side. “C’mon, baby. Don’t make me wait,” he wanted this just as bad as you did. “Want you to eat me alive, Rhett. Please. Want your fingers, your mouth, anything you’ll give me,” Rhett hummed in approval. “Oh, what a good little wife you are,”
The feeling of his tongue against you caused you to jump. Mouth open in silent prayer as your husband consumed you. Your juices flooded his mouth. “Always so sweet for me,” he moaned, honing in on your clit. A cry escaped you, limbs straining against the ropes, the rough fibers digging into your skin. Pleasure, meet pain. Your legs tried to close, but Rhett's firm, bruising grip had moved. Keeping you from escaping him. Not that you would ever want to. “Don’t keep my dessert from me,” he mumbled, teeth biting at your clit before returning to his previous ministrations. Your moans and cries were music to his ears. A sweet serenade to accompany his meal. He truly did eat you like a starved man. The sounds coming from him bordered on pornographic. The sounds of his tongue against your wet heat, his grunts and groans as your taste flooded him sent you close to the edge.
“Close already, darlin'?” his voice was deep and mocking. “Shame, I’m not stopping till m’full,” His terms. He was going to eat until you cried. Until there was nothing left. Carve away at you, orgasm by orgasm. And you would let him. The heat building in your core was almost unbearable. The sounds leaving you were akin to screams. It was violent, soaking his face as your high was reached. Incoherent curses left your mouth as Rhett continued to work you through. You tried to jerk away from him and he took that as his signal to stop. He pulled away for a moment, examining your form. Head lulled to one side, breathing erratic. He grabbed his phone and took a quick picture. Wanting to remember the first course.
“So good for me, sweet thing. But you and I know there's more than one course,”
A/N: A short Valentine's drabble dedicated to @rhettabbotts. We were talking about how Bob's love language is touch and then I wrote this :)
Warnings: None
WC: 444
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When Bob was home, some part of him always had to be touching you. He insisted. Whether it be holding your hand while you brushed your teeth or holding you from behind while you cooked. He could barely sleep without you pressed up against him, limbs tangled together among the sheets. It was his love language, his primary form of affection toward you. When he held you, he would whisper how much he loved you . How much having you in his arms meant. You knew every word was sincere, Bob didn’t have a dishonest bone in his body.
When Valentine’s Day came around, all Bob wanted was to stay in ith you. Cuddle up on the couch with a bottle of wine and some take out. In his eyes, the best gift you could give him was letting his hold you, rubbing mindless patters into your back while he read whatever book the two of you were enjoying together. And that was what you gave him (along with a new Han Solo comic that he had been looking for).
He gave you a dozen roses and a ring on your left hand. He was waiting for you by the door when you got home on one knee. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but it was more than enough for you. You said yes, of course, how could you not?
Now you sat on the couch, pressed up against your finance’s chest, legs tangled together beneath a woolen blanket. Bob’s soothing voice thrumming through your ears as he read the princess bride. “You still with me, darlin?” Bob’s voice was soft and sweet as he asked the question, having noticed your eyes starting to droop. You nodded and sat up slightly, cuddling further into your love. “Mhm, keep reading. Please, Robby?” Your voice held a distinct air of tiredness to it the Bob could not ignore. “No can do, baby. Let’s get to bed, yeah?” He let out an amused chuckle at your begrudging agreement.
He held your hand as you trudged up stairs. Stood with his chest pressed up against your back as you brushed your teeth. Wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder as he watched you wash your face. Parting only to allow you to change unhindered. Then it was back to the norm. Bare chest to bare chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. You muzzle into his chest as he places a kiss to the top of your head. “Had a lovely Valentine’s, my love. Thank you for everything,” his voice was deep with exhaustion. “Anything for you, Robby. Love you endlessly,” he smiled “Love you endlessly,” he echoed.
Bradley & Honey || Frat!AU Masterlist || Main Masterlist
Bradley prided himself on being a reasonably even-tempered guy. He never raised his voice or cursed anyone out. But he found his mild-tempered tendencies slipping with you. Since you first hooked up you excelled at pushing your partner's buttons. You loved breaking every single rule you agreed upon in your dynamic. In layman's terms: you were a brat through and through. And you had been driving him up the wall all day.
It started innocently enough. Biting your lip as you studied on his bed. Looking at him through your lashes. It escalated to moving over to sit on his lap while he was writing a paper, abandoning your efforts to study. Wrapping your arms around him and settling for a while; before grinding down on him subtly. Not listening when he asked you to stop. Or when he ordered you to stop; his tone an indication of what to come if you didn’t listen. His fingers dug into your hips, forcing you to halt your teasing movements. “You’re on very thin ice. Stop. Fucking. Moving,” and you do. For a while anyway.
That was how you landed yourself in this predicament. Fully naked as Bradley sat fully clothed on the end of his bed. Legs hooked over his, the position making your legs stay open. One hand holding your jaw and forcing your gaze forward to the mirror leaning against his dresser. The other was splayed across your stomach, holding you to him. “You gonna tell me why you're being punished, Honey?” His voice was deep and harsh. His teeth sank into your neck enough to leave a mark. You hold back a pathetic sound as your nerves light with pain. “I plea the fifth,” Bradley was astonished at your words. He squeezed your neck in warning. “Oh?” He nips at your neck, lips searching for that spot that made you shudder. “My smart baby using the constitution against me?” You nod, not opening your mouth. He wanted a verbal response, you knew that. But you feared if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to stop the words from flowing. “Not talkin’, huh? That’s fine. But I don’t want to hear a sound from you unless it’s an apology,”
The hand against your stomach came down hard on your exposed cunt. The sound of the slap reverberated against the walls of the presidential suite. You tried your best to suppress the yelp that crept its way up your throat. His eye bore into yours through the mirror. His hand came down again, harder than before. Your body tensed, legs straining against his muscular thighs. Keeling over the best you could. His unrelenting grip on your throat keeping you pressed against him. Bradley huffed. “You’re always so mouthy,” he mused as two of his fingers stroked through the wetness, spreading it around. “Do you break the rules on purpose, Honey? Trying to get me to play with my pretty pussy? Hm?” His voice was nothing short of condescending. Speaking to you as if you were a petulant child. But he could feel you shudder at his words. There was no denying you liked it. “Fifth,” was all that came out of your mouth.
You gasped as Bradley squeezed the sides of your neck. “Thought I told you to stay quiet?” A small whimper left you as he slapped your cunt again. “Or are you just intent on pissing me off?” You knew it was a rhetorical question, but you couldn’t help yourself. So, you said it again. His fingers were shoved in your mouth before you had a chance to close it. Index and middle pinching your tongue “This isn’t a fucking court of law you dumb fucking slut,” his voice was low and dangerous as he spoke, leaning back to grab something from his bedside table drawer. “The only thing that should be coming out of your mouth is ‘i’m sorry, sir,’” you felt the cool head of the vibrator press up against your clit before Bradley turned it on. Swirling it around, causing you to squirm in his grip. He warned you to sit still.
Your breath was coming out in short pants as the man below you assaulted your cunt with the vibrator. “You think you’re so tough. So, high and mighty. If only people knew what a mouthy little brat you are behind closed doors,” He pressed the toy hard into you. You can feel your high approaching, hole clenching around nothing. Bradley knew it too by the way your eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was slightly agape. “Open your eyes, Honey. See what a little slut you are for me,” You could barely hold them open, but the sight before you was nothing short of erotic. Bradley, fully clothed, stared into your soul as he toyed with you. The small smirk that played on his lips as you finally made eye contact with him was enough to make you cum. But as soon as you did, the vibe was pulled away. “Did you think I was gonna let you cum? C’mon baby, know you’re smarter than that,” you tried to bury your face in his neck, but his fingers held firm on your tongue. Keeping you upright. He slid them out, smearing the drool across your cheeks. “Such a mess for me already,” There was an air of amusement to his words as he pressed the toy to your clit again. The speed increased.
“Please, sir,” you croaked, the words barely a whimper. “Aw, what is it, honey?” Can’t take it? Should’ve listened to me,” He moved against you faster, the feeling in your core priming to snap. He pulled away again and you wailed. His palm covered your mouth. He repeated the process twice more, bringing you to the edge only to pull away. Chuckling slightly when tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You were gasping, so desperate to cum you indicted yourself.
“M’sorry sir, so sorry. Please please let me cum,” Bradley smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck. “You finally ready to be good for me?” You nodded, but that wasn’t enough. “Be a smart little whore and use your words,” You whine, but comply. “Wanna be good for you, sir. Please I’ll do anything,” Bradley was content, putting the toy against you one final time. “Did so good for me, took your punishment so well. Cum for me, honey. C’mon, give it to me,” The band finally snapped and you gushed over the toy, slick dripping down onto Bradley’s jeans.
He hummed in satisfaction as you slumped against him. “Did you get what you want?” His question was condescending, but on the playful side. You smiled and nodded against him. Bradley smiled back and rolled his eyes. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead before busying himself with taking care of you. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved when you were a brat for him.
Retired!Neighbor burly dad bod Foap!!!! oh he'd be so good to ya oh I just know he wud!!!!
*cracks knuckles* WERE BACK BABY!! TEDDYS BACK! Please cut me some slack I haven’t written anything in well over nine months.
No warnings :) just Foap 💖
The pair of you would meet shortly after you moved into the neighborhood. He would see you carefully observing the movers as they carried boxes upon boxes of things into the small cottage on the corner.
He, of course, had to go introduce himself. He would cheerily waltz over and stick his hand out. “Nice to see a new face, folks call me Johnny,” you would return the gesture in kind, giving the burly man a once over (that wouldn’t go unnoticed by him). “Nice to meet ya, lass,” he’d wink at you
Over the next few weeks, Johnny would catch himself watching you. Observing you whenever he’d see you out in your front garden or walking out in your pajamas to get the mail.
You found yourself doing the same with him. Watching him from your kitchen table as he went out to smoke a cigarette or have a beer late at night with one of his friends. You were utterly intrigued by your neighbor.
Once in a while, you take over some bake goods just as an excuse to see him. Adoring how his face would light up at the sight of you. Heart melting as he gushed over your baking. “Almost as good as me Nan’s, Bonnie,” he’d say. Finding it amusing watching the blush creep up your cheeks.
He *finally* invented you over for dinner one night. He divulged about his time in the SAS (not going into detail about 141, maybe as time went on and your relationship devolved he would tell you. But for now, he didn’t want to risk anything). He was enamored by the way your eyes lit up when he spoke. How it looked like you could listen to him talk for hours. And in all honesty, you could.
It was the same for him. He could feel himself falling harder every time you spoke animatedly about one of your passions. A small smile permanently plastered on his face. You’d finally look back at him and ask why he was looking at you like that.
“Can a man not admire a beautiful lass like yourself, hm?” He’d tease, a smirk forming on his features when he rendered you somewhat speechless. “Don’t play dumb with me, Bonnie. I’ve caught you lookin a few times too,”
“So what if I have?” You sass back. Johnny *knew* at that moment he was going to marry you.
Thank you @therebeccaw for the beautiful header 💖💖
Summary: You and Jake entered into a marriage of convenience at the ages of 30 and 35 respectively. The benefits are great: lower taxes, better housing opportunities, military benefits etc. Only problem is: you can't stand each other.
See individual chapters for warnings. 18+ Only MDNI
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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