here’s a frank and robby thought … they would definitely turn fucking you into some sort of competition with frank ultimately submitting to robby’s demands in the end duh
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I love this!! and have thought abt it so often!!! i swear ya’ll live in my brain or something…
i’m picturing them scheming up some bet that they don’t tell you about. like during the end of a shift Robby’s finishing up charting and Frank’s sitting on the counter next to where he’s working, waiting to go home. frank sounds all prideful as he says “I couldn’t have had my mouth on her for more than 5 minutes, man. She was so fuckin’ easy. And it was a big one too, she was gripping my fingers like a vice.”
and he’s expecting some kind of reaction but robby just kinda hums and nods, not looking up from his charting. frank does a bad job hiding his offense.
“Oh come on Robby— five minutes. What, have you done it faster?”
And Robby exhales absentmindedly, still typing, still not looking up. “Uhh, probably not." He shrugs. "But that doesn’t mean it’d be hard.”
Frank’s not buying it. “You’re kidding. You think you could make her cum in under five minutes?”
Robby hums a casual ‘mhm.’ Spares Frank a glance from behind his glasses before looking back at the screen and adding, “and you said you were using your fingers? C’mon, kid, that’s rookie shit.”
Frank openly gawks. “Rookie shit?” He lets out a shocked laugh. “Sure, old man. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
And then Robby’s standing. “Good. Cause I’m ready to go.”
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“Okay, so no touching except to hold her down— nothing on her pussy or her tits. And she has to finish in under five minutes, it doesn’t count if she’s cumming right when the timer goes.” Frank spells out the ground rules on the drive back, openly very invested in this. Internally, Robby is too, but he maintains his air of nonchalance.
“Right. Glad you cleared that up.”
the moment they get home Frank’s having you get settled on your back on the mattress.
“Jeez, babe, stressful day?” You tease lightly as you shimmy your panties down your legs and lay back comfortably. Frank just hums.
“Something like that.”
Before you can ask what the hell that could mean, Robby’s patting your hip, pillow in hand.
“Lift up, sweetheart— here we go.” He nestles the pillow under your butt. “Comfortable?”
You nod with a grin. “ooh, princess treatment.”
Robby smiles at you, seeming a bit distracted. You don’t notice Frank’s scowl. Nor do you understand why, once settled between your legs, Robby glances his way and asks “Ready?”
“Yup.”
You’re once again left to wonder, because Robby’s mouth is on you in a half second flat. His beard tickles your skin as he licks a fat stripe up your slit. Then he latches onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue. You let out a breathy moan immediately.
“Oh my god, Michael.” You gasp out. His brown eyes are fixed on you, hooded and intense. You start to squirm, hips rising instinctively in response to the focused stimulation. His arms come up to wrap around your middle and hold you still against his relentless mouth.
Frank shifts beside you, jaw set, arms crossed. Though he's totally outside of your realm of perception with Robby’s efforts overwhelming you.
He’s eating you out like a starved man—all obscene slurps and low groans that reverberate against your clit— but somehow it’s still focused, methodical.
It feels incredible. Your pussy's clenching around nothing, getting wetter and wetter and coating his tongue, his lips, his facial hair. Your thighs squeeze the sides of his head. He doesn't break eye contact.
“Holy fucking shit,” you throw your head back, spine arching as much as Robby’s hold will allow. Your hips grind mindlessly against his face, bumping your clit against his nose. “Fuck- Mike— I’m not— I’m gonna—“
“That’s my good girl,” he growls against your pussy, low and husky, all while barely halting his movements.
It does you in. You cry out as you come against his mouth. You shake with pleasure, your eyes squeeze shut, you probably stop breathing for a second. Then you go limp. Robby finally pulls away.
You pant, desperate for air.
“There’s no fucking way.” Frank says flatly. You glance at him while you struggle to recover and see awe and disappointment written on his face.
Robby smirks. He rubs his hands up and down your still heaving sides then gives you a couple of rewarding pats. But he isn’t looking at you. Your brows furrow.
“What’s going on—“
An alarm sounds from Frank’s pocket. He pulls out his phone to stop it.
“What was that, then, four minutes thirty?” Robby inquires, sounding cocky. “And with no touching, per your rules.”
“Rules?” You ask. Neither man cares to answer.
“Okay, but this honestly doesn’t prove anything.” Frank counters. “I mean I wasn’t trying for under 5 when I did it.”
Robby laughs. “You’re the one who made the bet, kid!”
“Oh my god.” You drone as you put the pieces together. “You guys bet on me?”
Frank puts up his hand as if to halt your aggravation. “We bet on making you cum, honey.”
You scoff. “Oh, well that’s much better.”
Robby grins at you, nodding to Frank. “For the record, it was his idea.”
You roll your eyes. “Very mature." You prop yourself up on your elbows. "Can you at least clue me in next time?"
"That kinda defeats the whole point--" "If you knew about it then--"
"Okay, jesus," You cut off their overlapping responses. "Forget I said anything"
Just heard a radio advert describe The Long Walk as "The Hunger Games meets Squid Game," which is such an utterly meaningless sentence it actually stunned me for a second.
