The Weight of Want
Summary - You're Robert's neighbor. It's a Saturday evening and he invites you over after your weekend shift to watch a movie and relax—though the erotic turn the movie takes leads to you and him in a very... interesting situation.
Warnings - AFAB!READER, Dom!Rob x Sub!Reader, hair pulling, face sitting, Rob lowkey cums his pants ehehe, Rob is a major tease uughhh, making out, neighbors trope, Robert has his apartment finally set up courtesy of reader lol, dry humping.
Notes - first time writing him give me slack pls lol, also reader can legally drink and obtain alcohol for this, also, oops this was much longer than i wanted it to be enjoy!
The wine is opened, poured into two glasses. Robert hands one to you—your fingers brushing briefly. The movie starts, some action adventure flick—Robert sits back, his arm rests casually along the couch's back pillow, his eyes mostly on the TV but periodically flicking over to you. As the movie progresses, a particularly hot scene unfolds on screen—a woman straddling a man's face, moaning softly as he pleasures her with his tongue. Robert shifts slightly in his seat, unconsciously licking his lips as he watches. His arm along the back pillow tenses slightly.
You giggle softly, watching the screen with newfound interest. The woman in the movie is enjoying herself immensely—her face contorted with pleasure as the man beneath her eats her out fervently. You've never considered such a position, never even imagined having sex in that particular way.
Robert notices your fascination with the scene on screen. His eyes flick between you and the television, a small smirk playing on his lips. The actor beneath the woman in the movie begins to eat her out more vigorously—the sounds of his tongue against her wetness filling the room.
You shift in your seat, crossing your legs tightly as a sudden warmth pools between your thighs. He knows exactly what that scene is doing to you, even if you're trying to play it cool. He leans back, his arm still resting along the couch's back pillow but now slightly behind your head—with a knowing feeling, Robert leans over to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You know, this position is actually really comfortable for the guy."
You raise an eyebrow at his comment, trying to suppress a smile. "Really?" you ask, your voice slightly breathless as you watch the woman on screen grind against the man's face. Robert nods casually, his hand reaching out to casually adjust the volume on the TV. "Mhm."
The scene on screen intensifies, the woman's moans growing louder and more frequent. Robert leans back, his eyes glinting with amusement and something else - desire. "I've never even thought about doing something like that," you admit, watching as the woman on screen reaches down to grind herself harder against the man's mouth.
Robert's smirk turns into a full smile, his eyes flicking down to your crossed legs before meeting your gaze again. "Well, if you ever wanted to try it..." he pauses, his voice dropping lower, "I wouldn't mind being the guy underneath you." Your core clenches at his offer, your imagination running wild with the image of Robert beneath you—his tongue buried between your legs. The woman on screen pitifully weeps out her orgasm, pushing the fantasy front and center in your mind.
"I think it would be really fun if you sat on my face." He says it so casually, like he's suggesting trying a new recipe or watching a different movie. But his eyes are intense, his pupils dilated with desire.
The sexual tension between you two is palpable now, the air thick with desire. Before you know it—you're straddling his lap, but you're both still fully clothed, making out like teenagers on his couch. His hands grip your hips possessively as you grind against him slowly. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and completely dominating. Robert's tongue invades your mouth, exploring and setting the pace—one of his hands moves up to cup your cheek while the other remains firmly on your hip, pressing you down into his growing hard-on.
As the kiss deepens, Robert's hands start to wander more freely. You can feel his thick erection pressing against your core, even through both sets of pants. He grinds you down against it slowly, mimicking the motion of sex. You whimper at the sensation—your head falling forward and tilted against his shoulder. He takes advantage of your exposed neck, sucking hard and biting down gently. His fingers find their way under the cups of your bra, pulling them down to expose your bare tits. He groans against your neck.
You grab his thick hair tightly, pulling his head back to expose his neck. You're making high-pitched moaning sounds that aren't like your normal voice at all. He spreads his legs wider under you—pulling you harder against his erection. Robert pulls back slightly, breathing heavily against your neck. He realizes you're both still completely dressed and frustrated underneath all these clothes. He looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Let's get these pants off, yeah?" he suggests huskily, his hands moving to your waistband. He starts unbuttoning your work jeans slowly—his knuckles brushing against your bare skin. "And then... maybe you could sit on my face for a bit?" He raises an eyebrow hopefully. With your jeans unbuttoned, Robert slides his hands inside to grip your hips possessively. He pulls you into him harder—making you gasp. His thumbs hook into your waistband and slowly drag your jeans and underwear down your legs, tossing them aside. "Lift up."
You lift your hips slightly, allowing him to slide your pants and underwear down to your mid-thighs. He quickly pulls them the rest of the way off—leaving you completely bare from the waist down. He spreads your legs wider, his hands gripping your thighs firmly as he looks up at you.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," he murmurs, his thumbs brushing against your inner thighs. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your stomach before looking up at you again. "Come here," he says, pulling you towards him until you're straddling his face...on his couch...that you picked out for him.
He guides your hips down gently until your pussy is hovering right above his mouth. His hands grip your thighs tightly to keep you steady. He looks up at you with those needy brown eyes—giving you a moment to adjust before he pulls you down onto his face. His tongue immediately starts working you over—long and flat against your pussy. He eats you like a man starving, his fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to leave marks. You watch his head move between your legs, his eyes closed in bliss as he devours you.
He spreads you open wider with his tongue, pushing it deep inside you and curling it upwards to hit your sensitive spots—his nose rubs against your clit with each movement. One hand releases your thigh to reach up and pinch your nipple aggressively.
You grind down onto his face without shame now, completely lost in pleasure. He lets you use his mouth however you want, his tongue never stopping its motion. He pulls you down harder—practically burying his face in your pussy. His fingers find your clit and start rubbing hard circles over it in time with his tongue thrusting inside you. His other hand twists and pulls at your nipple painfully. You start bouncing on his face roughly, chasing your orgasm—he lets out a muffled whimper against your core, his eyebrows tuffting together with pleasure.
The vibration of his voice against your sensitive flesh sends you over the edge. You come hard on his face—your pussy clenching and straining all over his mouth. He opens wide and laps it all up greedily, continuing to fuck you with his tongue through your orgasm. Once you're finished, he gently lifts you off his face, his mouth and chin shiny with your arousal. He looks up at you with a satisfied grin, his eyes dark with hunger.
"Fuck, that was hot."