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Date Nights - Sero Hanta

Requested by @fuzztacular - for my Date Night Series

“So all I do is spin this thing?” Sero asks, eyeing the ball of wool in his hand.

“Well, you can try your hand on something yourself, I’m not stopping you.” You laugh, eyes on your project as you crochet another line.

“Sure, sure, but like… I have no idea how to do it.”

“I could show you.” You offer without looking up. This is a particularly hard line.

“Are you sure? You look kinda focused there.” There’s something in his voice that has you looking up. Your eyes catch his, somewhat of a lost look in them, before he realizes he’s been caught and drops his gaze to the ball of wool in his hand.

“Alright.” You drop your project on the table next to you and pull out a different ball of wool and a needle. “I’ll teach you the different stitches first. Gimme your hands.”

His hands are nice. Big and warm, with long fingers and smooth skin.

“Do you use hand cream?” You ask absentmindedly as you thread the wool around his fingers and catch a whiff of something… flowery?

Sero blushes next to you, rubs his neck with his free hand.

“I… My hands are pretty rough from work. Iida’s girlfriend recommended me something?”

“Oh? Well, I’m always in need of some recommendations, you know?”

“You? Nah. Your hands are too soft already. You’d slide off everything.”

You laugh. “I don’t think that’s true, but thanks. Some wools can really dig into your skin though, so it’s better to be prepared.”

Sero is, to put it frankly, terrible at crocheting.

He would be a lot better if he kept looking at what he was doing, but for every second his eyes were on his own project, he stared at you for at least three until you caught him.

“Is this like me watching you read Manga?” You ask, curious and a little daring.

He blushes a feverish red. “It’s not… I don’t… wait? What?”

It’s your turn now to avoid his eyes, your courage suddenly nowhere to be found.

“When we sit together to read Manga. I always take so long… because I… you look really cute when you’re reading…” When you sneak a peak at Sero, his mouth is wide open.

“I’m sorry!” You defend yourself, words rushing out of you. “It’s just that… It’s the only time you don’t notice! Oh god, that sounds so bad!”

“I’m going to stare at you so much now!” He declares, fist pumping as his grin almost separates his face. “Equal rights!”

“What?” You squeak, but Sero’s crocheting project is already forgotten, as he picks up the wool you’d been using for your project, his eyes zeroed in on you.

“Come on pretty, crochet for me.”

His words have barely left your mouth before he turns an unflattering shade of red and you wheeze, breath catching in your throat.

“Next time…” You manage to get out between coughs. “We go out on a date. No staring. We could do ice cream?”

Sero nods feverishly.

It’s only when the two of you have calmed down that he mumbles: “Can’t believe I scored a second date by being an idiot.”

It’s already past lunch by the time Hanta appears, hair disheveled, pajama top on backward. You’re on the Couch, too focused on your newest project to pay him much attention as he yawns. That is, until he flops down on you, burying his head in your stomach.

“Don’t ignore me.” He huffs into your shirt.

“Sorry.” You put your crocheting to the side to drag your hands through his hair, giggling at the groan it pulls from him.

“I hate nightshifts.” He mumbles.

“I know.”

“I missed our date.”

“It’s not your fault Sato got sick.” You scratch his back with one hand and he sighs deeply into the motion.

“Don’t fall asleep on me again.” You warn him. “You won’t be able to sleep tonight if you do.”

“But I wanna cuddle with you. I missed our date!” He does sound upset, even if muffled through the fabric of your shirt. You lean down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“I know and I love you, but you stink.”

“I do not.”

“Do too.” You nudge his side when he falls silent, knowing full well he’s on his way to fall asleep again.

“Get up. Take a shower. I’ll set up everything for a coffee date.”

It’s quiet for a moment before you feel him press a kiss against your stomach. Hanta pulls himself up, yawns own more time, and leans into you to kiss you on the mouth.

It’s sweet, even with his terrible morning breath.

When he moves back, something changes in his eyes, jolts him the way Kaminari does sometimes to mess with him.

“What?” You ask but he grins, suddenly wide awake.

“Nothing. Just remembered I have a surprise for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Go shower.”

“Yessir!” He salutes, laughing as he shuffles off towards the bathroom.

You use the fancy plates his mother gifted you a year before, just because you can. There’s still some of the cake left that Sato made before he fell sick and you fry some rice, knowing full well that Hanta’s going to be starving by the time he makes it out of the shower.

Speaking of which.

He thinks he’s subtle, hiding behind the corner.

“I’ve already spotted you.” You point out as you wait for the milk to foam. Hanta will never admit it, but he likes his coffee fancy when he’s at home.

Hanta giggles and you turn to look at him, unable to keep the grin of your face when you see what he’s up to.

He’s pulled one of the more hideous Hawaiian shirts out of the closet, wears it unbuttoned over a wife beater like the detective from your new favorite Manga. In his mouth, he holds one single rose from the bouquet on the living room table.

He winks at you, one foot resting on a chair as he stands in the most ridiculous pose you’ve ever seen.

“What?” You wheeze. “Are you doing?”

“Flirting!” He takes the rose out of his mouth and points it at you like it’s a sword. “I need to show the prettiest girl in the world some love.”

“You’re ridiculous!” You laugh, taking the necessary steps closer to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

It wouldn’t be your classical weekend date without the two of you ending up on the Couch again. Hanta, tired after all the good food, is sitting up to keep himself from falling asleep again, diligently working at the crochet project he started months ago. It’s been a slow going progress, but he’s almost finished the head of the stuffed Octopus he’s making.

Your head is resting on his stomach, your arms on his legs on either side of your body as you catch up on your reading.

“Baby?” Hanta asks from above. “Is that correct?”

You lower your book to peer up at his work. When you nod, he grins, proud of himself.

“By the way, do I get to know more about my surprise?”

“Surprise?” Hanta asks, clearly confused for a second before he catches on.

“Oh, that. God, I’m so tired, I already forgot a gain. We stopped a robbery yesterday. You wouldn’t believe who they tried to rob.”

“Who?”

“I’m giving you a hint. They’re amazing, you’re a big fan, and you want nothing more than to get a tattoo by them.”

“What?!” You turn around to look at him.

Sero grins so wide, there’s a dimple showing. “And you don’t even know the best thing?”

“What’s the best thing?”

“I told them you’re a fan and showed them pictures of your tattoos. I got their mobile phone number. Whatever you want, you can get it now.”

“Are you for real?” You ask, voice shaking with disbelief. “If you’re joking…”

“Never.” He leans forward to kiss you softly, giggling when your brows are still furrowed.

“Only the best for my baby.”

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corrupte3d-mindz · 3 months

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The Siren Files

Robert Fischer x F! Siren Reader

Summary: Robert finds his way back out on the water and does not regret it.

Wordcount: 6.2k

Warnings: Part 1

smut..,Robert is touch deprived so is the reader?!…,switch! perverted Robert, unsafe sex, p in v, m! oral receiving, handjob, fingering, begging, whimpering and whining, multiple rounds, soft/dirty talk.

The memory of their first meeting replayed in his mind, a hauntingly beautiful evening when the stars had mirrored the ocean’s tranquility. It had been only a few nights ago, yet it felt like an eternity since he had last seen her.

The water lay before him like a sheet of polished glass, its surface unbroken and serene. Robert stood at the helm of his yacht, the sea breeze ruffling his dark hair as he scanned the horizon with an intensity that bordered on desperation. He had been drawn to the abandoned pier by fate, seeking a moment of respite from the crushing responsibilities of his father's empire.

“Fuck..where is she..” he muttered under his breath, his frustration evident as he anchored his yacht to the sea floor. He had expected to find her here, waiting with the same eagerness that had driven him to return. The absence of her presence gnawed at him, a stark contrast to the calmness of the surroundings.

The yacht rocked gently as he made his way towards the stern, his steps purposeful yet tinged with a sense of urgency. The abandoned pier loomed ahead, a silent witness to their previous encounter. It was there that he had sat, feet dangling over the edge, talking about life with a candor that he had rarely experienced. He could still recall the sound of her laughter mingling with the soft lapping of the waves, a melody that had played on a loop in his mind ever since.

“Lookin’ for someone..?” Her voice, like a haunting melody, echoed across the water, sending a shiver down his spine. It was unmistakable, the sweet, lilting cadence that had bewitched him since their first encounter. He turned, scanning the horizon, his breath catching as he searched for the source of the voice.

There she was, emerging gracefully from the waves, her figure a vision of ethereal beauty. The moon glistened off of her wet hair, casting a halo of light around her, and her eyes, those piercing, enchanting eyes, locked onto his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent warmth flooding through him.

"Yes," he managed, his voice rough with emotion. "I was looking for you."

The siren moved closer, her movements fluid and mesmerizing, like the dance of the sea itself. She reached the side of his yacht, her hands resting lightly on the edge as she gazed up at him. "And here I am," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled soul. "What brings you back to me, Robert?"

He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against hers as he struggled to find the words. "I couldn't stay away," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something about you, something that draws me in. I don't understand it, but I can't ignore it."

"Robert," she called softly, her voice a melodic whisper that sent shivers down his spine. She floated gracefully beside the yacht, her gills faintly visible on her neck. How had he not noticed them before? Perhaps he had been too entranced by her eyes, her voice, the sheer presence of her. He offered his hand, a gesture of connection, but she shook her head gently, a sad smile playing on her lips.

"I can't leave the water," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. "But there is a way I can join you, if only for a while."

Robert's mind raced. He was a man of logic and reason, but in this moment, he found himself willing to believe in the impossible. He watched as she swam down the depths of where the yacht's anchor was, her movements fluid and effortless. She paused, looking back at him with an invitation in her eyes.

"Follow me...and stay close," she instructed before diving into the depths.

Robert's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He quickly pulled up the anchor, his hands moving with a sense of urgency. Once the anchor was secured, he made his way back to the helm, his eyes never leaving her form as she glided through the water with grace. He started the yacht, following her as she led him through the moonlit sea. She moved like a shadow beneath the water's surface, her silhouette a beacon in the darkness. Robert marveled at the way she seemed to dance with the waves, her body perfectly in sync with the ocean's rhythm. He felt a sense of awe, a deep respect for the world she inhabited and the mysteries it held.

After what felt like an eternity, she led him to a small, hidden cove. The entrance was barely visible, a narrow opening in the rocky cliffs that glowed faintly with an otherworldly light. Robert's breath caught in his throat as he maneuvered the yacht closer. She surfaced beside the boat, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You trust me, right?" she asked, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Then dock the yacht and jump in the water."

Without a moment's hesitation, Robert complied. He docked the yacht and stripped off his shoes and jacket, knowing they would only weigh him down. He took a deep breath and plunged into the water, the cold shock of it taking his breath away. His suit became heavy and cumbersome, but she was there, her hands gripping his arms, guiding him towards the cave. The water was colder here, but her touch was warm, reassuring. She pulled him into the cave, and he followed her lead, trusting her implicitly. The glow grew brighter as they swam deeper into the cave, illuminating the rocky walls with a soft, ethereal light. The water gradually became shallower until they could stand, and Robert found himself in a hidden grotto, the air filled with a faint, sweet fragrance.

She helped him to his feet, her hands gentle yet firm. Robert's breath came in ragged gasps as he looked around, his eyes wide with wonder. The cave was unlike anything he had ever seen. Bioluminescent plants and algae adorned the walls, casting a magical glow that bathed everything in a soft, surreal light.

With a powerful surge, she emerged from the water, her body arching as she transitioned from sea creature to a human form left Robert speechless, his breath caught in his throat as he witnessed the transformation. He had never seen anything like it before. Where once there had been a shimmering tail, there were now two legs, pale and slender, glistening with droplets of seawater. She stood before him, dripping and radiant, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

"Normally…I'd at least get a scream from humans but I guess not with you," she remarked, her tone playful yet tinged with curiosity. Robert couldn't help but chuckle at her observation, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I suppose I'm not easily frightened," he replied, his voice calm despite the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. He took a step closer to her, his gaze never leaving her face. "You're…incredible. I've never seen anything like this before."

He patted the sand beside him, inviting her to sit. She accepted his invitation, her movements graceful and fluid, like a dancer on a stage. She settled beside him, her presence enveloping him in a sense of calm and wonder.

"Are you alright... Robert?" Her voice was like a melody, soft and soothing, with an otherworldly quality that sent shivers down his spine.

Robert turned to look at her, his eyes meeting hers for the first time. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with eyes that sparkled like the stars above and a smile that was both inviting and mysterious. He found himself unable to look away, captivated by her otherworldly charm.

"I'm... I'm fine," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned against him, her body fitting perfectly against his own. In this dim light, she appeared almost otherworldly, her features softened by the gentle glow around them. Robert couldn't help but be captivated by her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, the delicate lines of her face. Her presence was intoxicating, her scent a heady mix of saltwater and something uniquely her own. Robert felt a strange pull towards her, a desire he couldn't quite explain. He knew he should be cautious, wary of her allure, but he found himself unable to resist her.

As they sat there, she began to speak, her voice like music to Robert's ears. She spoke of the sea, of the mysteries it held, of the creatures that dwelled within its depths. Her words were enchanting, weaving a spell around him that he found impossible to break. Robert's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He felt a deep connection to this woman, a sense of kinship that he had never experienced before. He knew he should be afraid, should be wary of her intentions, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Lost in the moment, Robert reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something deeper and more primal. In that moment, Robert knew that he was lost to her, that he would follow her wherever she led. He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should resist, should turn away and flee from this enchantress, but he found himself unable to move. Her lips were soft against his own, her touch electric as she pressed herself against him, but he needed to be closer.

Robert moved her to his lap, he felt a surge of warmth and closeness wash over him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, his touch gentle yet possessive. His other arm snaked up to cup her face, his thumb tracing slow circles against her cheek. The sensation of her skin against his sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, a sensation that seemed to echo the gentle hum of the cave around them. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss like just before, the warmth of their breath mingling in the cool air of the cave. Robert moaned ever so slightly, a sound that seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul. It was a moan of longing and desire, a release of pent-up emotion that he had kept hidden away for far too long. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, a rawness that left him feeling exposed yet strangely liberated.

Robert broke the kiss, his breath shaking. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous..fuck.” The words escaped his lips in a breathless whisper, a raw expression of the overwhelming desire he felt for her. He went quiet and looked embarrassed.

"Are you okay...?" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she reached out to touch his shoulder.

Robert flinched at her touch, a flush creeping up his neck as he tried to compose himself. He nodded shakily, his words catching in his throat as he struggled to find his voice. She sensed his discomfort and gracefully moved off of him, settling herself on the ground next to him. Robert's eyes followed her every movement, his gaze lingering on her figure as he tried to ignore the way his heart raced at the sight of her. He shifted uncomfortably, his hands instinctively moving to cover his lap as he tried to hide his growing excitement.

“..I’m fine..just not used to this much attention..”

His voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with a hint of vulnerability that belied his usual confident demeanor. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle as he struggled to steady himself. She still sat beside him, with an otherworldly beauty, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Her eyes, pools of liquid darkness, bore into his own, searching for the source of his discomfort. She tilted her head slightly, a faint frown marring her otherwise serene features.

"Oh...oh...sorry...I didn't know you were so sensitive..." Her voice was soft, melodic, carrying a hint of amusement as she spoke.

Robert's cheeks flushed slightly at her words, a mixture of embarrassment and relief washing over him. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze as he struggled to regain his composure. The cave seemed to close in around him, the walls pressing in on all sides as he fought to control the turmoil swirling within him.

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she spoke, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "Is there any way...I can fix that problem..." she said, her eyes flicking down to where his hand rested, covering the undeniable evidence of his arousal.

Robert's breath caught in his throat at her words, his mind racing as he struggled to process the implications of her offer. He met her gaze with a mixture of uncertainty and longing, his fingers twitching at his side as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her. "I-I don't know..." he stammered, his voice betraying the turmoil raging within him. "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea..."

He met her gaze, he felt a wave of unease wash over him. There was something about the intensity of her stare that made him feel exposed, vulnerable in a way he couldn't quite articulate. He shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, the weight of her gaze bearing down on him like a physical force.

“It hurts..so much..” Robert murmured as he was practically begging for some relief..he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been intimate with a woman..let alone the last time he’d jerked off.

As she moved her hand to his, Robert felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, his skin tingling with anticipation. Her touch was tentative at first, her fingers grazing lightly over the fabric of his trousers, but it sent a wave of heat coursing through him, his body reacting instinctively to her proximity. He couldn't help but tense slightly under her touch, the intensity of the sensation catching him off guard. His hand, covering the bulge in his trousers, seemed to pulse with heat, the warmth radiating from it almost palpable in the air between them. It was as if a fire had been ignited within him, burning hot and fierce beneath the surface.

Robert's heart hammered in his chest, the rhythmic thud echoing in his ears as he tried to steady his breathing. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if she could see right through him to the depths of his desire. And yet, there was something undeniably exhilarating about the sensation, the thrill of being so close to her, of sharing this intimate moment together. He glanced down at her hand, watching as she traced patterns over the fabric of his trousers, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He wanted to say something, to break the tension that hung heavy in the air between them, but the words caught in his throat, lost in the whirlwind of sensation that engulfed him.

Instead, he focused on her, on the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, on the curve of her lips as she leaned in closer to him. He could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine as he struggled to maintain his composure. But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the moment passed, her hand moving away from his as she leaned back slightly, a coy smile playing on her lips. Robert couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, a longing for the intimacy they had shared just moments before. He watched her, his gaze lingering on her as she shifted slightly in her seat, the movement drawing his attention back to her. There was a newfound confidence in her demeanor, a boldness that he found both captivating and alluring.

And then, without warning, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softly, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "You're so tense, Robert," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Why don't you let me help you relax?"

Robert's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt her hand move back to his throbbing bulge, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He couldn't resist her, couldn't deny the pull of desire that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. With a soft sigh, he leaned into her touch, allowing himself to be enveloped by the warmth and intensity of her presence. As her hand moved to the buttons of his pants, Robert Fischer's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding with anticipation. He met her gaze, his eyes locking with hers in a silent exchange of desire and longing.

He groaned softly as she carefully undid each button, her touch sending shivers down his spine. It was as if every movement of her fingers was a caress, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. He could feel the heat building between them, a palpable tension that hung in the air like a heavy blanket. As she pulled his pants down just enough to reveal his boxers, he felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks, a blush of embarrassment mingled with desire. The faint scent of cologne mingled with the musky aroma of desire, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped him like a shroud. His breath came in shallow gasps, betraying the arousal that pulsed through his veins like a raging inferno.

He could feel the dampness spreading across his boxers, a tangible reminder of his body's betrayal in the face of such raw desire. His mind reeled as he struggled to maintain his composure, to cling to the last vestiges of control in a world spinning out of control. Her touch was like a feather against his skin, sending shivers down his spine and igniting sparks of pleasure that danced across his nerves. Her hand glided over the damp spot with practiced ease, tracing the outline of his arousal with a tenderness that bordered on reverence. He groaned softly, his body arching instinctively towards her touch, his cock throbbing with need beneath her fingertips.

She gingerly pulled down his boxers, revealing the monster he kept to himself, his breath caught in his throat, a primal urge stirring within him. His throbbing cock sprang free, glistening with a mixture of pre-come and come, a testament to the intensity of his need. Her hand, warm and firm, wrapped around his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. With each pulse of his heartbeat, she could feel the rhythm of his desire, a silent symphony playing out in the quietude of the cave. As her fingers traced the contours of his length, he arched against her touch, a low moan escaping his lips.

“….ah-ah..fuck..” He cursed under his breath, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he fought to suppress the overwhelming urge that threatened to consume him.

She took him in her hand, his thick, twitching cock filling it out completely. A low groan escaped his lips as he bit down on his lip, his eyes never leaving hers. Every movement she made sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his body responding eagerly to her touch. Her thumb traced slow, deliberate circles along his length, teasing and coaxing him to the brink of ecstasy. She ran her thumb up and down his leaking slit, a mischievous glint in her eye as she reveled in the power she held over him. His breath hitched in his throat, a low moan escaping him as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, his breaths coming in ragged gasps that echoed through the dimly lit cave. "Please... please don't stop," he pleaded, his voice a mixture of desperation and desire, his eyes fixed on the figure before him

His chest rose and fell rapidly, the tension in his muscles palpable as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. With trembling fingers, he reached out, seeking something to ground him, to anchor him to reality amidst the whirlwind of pleasure engulfing his senses. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy racing along his nerves. Each stroke, each caress, sent shivers down his spine, igniting a primal fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. His cock throbbed in response, aching for release, for the sweet release that only she could provide.

Robert's body tenses up as he feels the first wave of pleasure wash over him. His breathing becomes ragged, his hands clawing at the dirt beneath him. His eyes are wide open, staring straight ahead, pupils dilated as if he's looking right through her. The veins on his forehead stand out, bulging with every throb of blood rushing through his body.

His cock throbs in time with his pulse, every vein standing out in stark relief as it twitches violently between his legs. Pre-cum leaks from its tip. A low growl escapes his throat, the sound guttural and primal, echoing around the cave. He grits his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides. His muscles ripple under his skin, straining against their confines. With a final groan, Robert's body convulses as his orgasm hits him full force. His cock twitches violently, spurting hot seed onto both their bodies and the ground beneath them.

As she continued to stroke him, Robert felt the waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he rode out his release. He could feel her soft hand against his skin, slick with his cum, and the sensation sent shivers down his spine. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, a low growl that echoed his satisfaction.

Robert looks at her with his cum all over her hands, his gaze heavy with desire and exhaustion. His muscles ache from the exertion, but his cock twitches eagerly at the thought of her lips wrapped around its length. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a primal sound that echoes his need. Suddenly Robert's eyes widen slightly in surprise when he feels the sudden wet heat surrounding his cock. For a moment, he doesn't move, simply staring at her who had taken him by surprise. His mind races, trying to make sense of the situation, but the fog of lust makes coherent thought difficult.

He watches as she begins to suck him off, her tongue swirling around his length in a tantalizing dance. A low growl rumbles in his chest and he reaches down, tangling his fingers in her hair. Robert's eyes are half-lidded with pleasure as he gazes down at her on top of him. His hands grip her hair tightly, guiding her head to take every inch of his twitching cock. Each thrust sends a shudder through his body, the sensation amplified by the tight warmth of her throat enveloping him.

His breaths come out in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a low groan or whispered curse. He can feel the pressure building up inside him, coiling like a spring ready to release. His heart pounds against his chest, echoing the relentless rhythm of his thrusts. His body starts tensing up as another spurt of cum shoots out of his cock, coating the back of her throat. His hands grip onto her hair tightly, pulling on it slightly as he thrusts his hips forward.

“Oh fuck...” He moans out, his voice husky with lust. “You're such a good little slut...” His words are punctuated by more groans of pleasure as he continues to fill her mouth with his hot seed.

As she finally releases his throbbing length from her welcoming mouth, Robert pulls away slightly, his eyes glazed over with a lustful haze. A string of saliva connects her to his still throbbing cock.

Robert lets out a soft sigh as he feels the strands of her hair slip through his fingers. With a gentle tug that sends a wave of pleasure coursing through his veins, he pulls her onto his lap. Causing his heart to skip a beat. He was starved for touch, craved for it, and now here he was, finally experiencing it. His rigid length presses against her, nestled firmly against her back. The heat radiates off his skin, making her tremble in anticipation. A shaky breath escapes his lips as he leans back, allowing himself to fully appreciate the moment. Her body feels warm against his own, the slight dampness from their previous activities serving as a tantalizing reminder of what they had shared.

"*The feeling of her warm body against me was intoxicating.*" he thought, closing his eyes and trying to commit every moment to memory.

The throbbing hardness nestled against her lower back was almost painful in its intensity, yet he welcomed the discomfort. A soft whimper escapes from his lips as he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer towards him. He could feel himself growing harder, yearning for more contact, craving to lose himself completely within her.

"You have no idea how much I needed this..."

His pants now hang loosely around his hips, his throbbing erection taking center stage. His eyes are glazed over with desire as he watches her undress while on top of him. She looks incredible, all curves and softness, inviting him for more. His heart races at the sight of her naked body.

His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, laced with desperation. "Please... baby..I need to be inside you..."

She looked at him and cupped his face delicately, and she looked at him with a gaze of trust. He takes that as a good sign to go ahead. In a gentle yet firm way, Robert slowly pushes two fingers into her sloppy cunt, feeling her wetness coat his digits. His thumb seeks out her clit, With a gentle touch, Robert's thumb trace over the sensitive flesh of her clit, teasing circles around the tiny nub. The sensation makes her arch off his lap a bit with a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Oh... fuck," she gasps, her nails digging into Robert’s thighs as she tries to steady herself.

Her words spur him on, his thumb now moving in small, tantalizing swirls over her clit. He can feel how wet she is getting, her juices coating his fingers and soaking onto his thighs. His thumb continues to circle the swollen bud, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"God, you're so wet," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I can't wait to feel you tighten around me."

Robert's thumb dance over the sensitive nub of her clit, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. His fingers continue their tantalizing exploration, circling and teasing, driving her wild. She leans against his chest.

"Oh fuck... Robert... more..." she gasps out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop... don't you dare stop."

Robert dives deeper into pleasuring her. His fingers move faster, plunging in and out of her with a rhythmic pace that has her squirming on top of him. She cries out wanting more, her plea only serves to fuel his lust, his thumb now working overtime on her clit. He applies just the right amount of pressure, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub.

"You're so wet," he grunts out, feeling her juices coat his fingers. "Take my fingers... show me how much you want it."

As if on cue, he pushes another finger into her, stretching her tight walls to accommodate his digits. Robert's fingers delve deeper into the warm, wet depths of her, curling upward to hit that sweet spot inside her over and over again. His thumb continues to circle her engorged clit, adding another layer of stimulation.

"Oh God... yes!" she moans, arching off his lap as his fingers work magic inside her. She grips onto his shoulders tightly, her knuckles white as she tries to hold on in the face of the orgasm threatening to crash over her.

"Come on baby, let go," Robert whispers huskily in her ear, his hot breath causing her entire body to shudder. "Give it to me... let me hear you scream."

Robert's fingers move faster, curling and twisting within her. He can feel her walls clench around him, her tightness only spurring him on further. His thumb continues its steady assault on her clit, the combined sensations driving her closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, you're so close aren't you?" he murmurs into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Let go, let yourself fall over the edge..."

With a final, hard thrust of his fingers, he feels her climax rip through her. She cries out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. Robert continues to pump his fingers into her twitching cunt, milking out every last drop of her orgasm.

Robert's fingers gradually slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. The moment she starts to whimper in protest, he quickly corrects himself by moving his cock to her sloppy cunt..begging to be fucked mercilessly. "Take me," he commands, pushing forward until the tip of his cock nudges against her entrance. His free hand grabs her arms and holds them down against her waist, holding her steady as he positions himself. With a sudden, powerful thrust, he slams into her. She lets out a loud gasp, as she try’s to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.

Her tight walls squeeze around him, welcoming him home. Robert lets out a low growl as he starts to move, thrusting up into her with a slow, steady rhythm. It's a struggle, but he forces himself deeper, groaning as he feels her walls clench around him. "Fucking hell..."

"Just like that," he grunts, panting heavily as he tries to keep control. "So fucking tight..."

A long string of expletives escape him as he thrusts up into her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his veins. The sensation is overwhelming - being deep inside her feels so good that it's all he can focus on. “Jesus Christ..." He takes a moment to marvel at how perfect she feels – the heat, the tightness, the way her walls clamp down on him.

"I've never felt anything like this before..." he gasps out, his voice laced with disbelief and pure pleasure. "Your cunt... goddamn... it's so fucking tight..."

Despite her snug embrace, he continues to pound into her without mercy. His balls slap against her ass with each thrust, creating a rhythmic symphony of flesh meeting flesh.

"Fuck! Baby!, you better prepare yourself..." he growls into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Cause I'm not stopping till we're both spent."

Every time he bottoms out, he can feel the tip of his cock grinding against her cervix - pushing it open, stretching her ripe womb. He growls in delight; this was exactly what he had been craving. "Oh baby...this is it..." His words become hitched gasps now as ecstasy starts spiraling closer at lightning speed. "Ready for my cum..?"

His orgasm comes crashing down on him like a thunderbolt, his hips jerking involuntarily as thick spurts of cum explode from him. He feels himself pump load after load into her, each one deeper than the last, filling her completely.

"Oh god..." she lets out another whimper, making him chuckle darkly. "Y-you're amazing..."

"You haven't seen anything yet," he grins devilishly, panting in earnest now. His fingers dig into the curve of her ass for leverage.

He picks up speed; each inward plunge causing his balls to slap wetly against her skin. He could already feel himself being pulled towards another orgasm - her slick juices helping lubricate his way. She gasps sharply feeling his entire length pierce her tight opening once again, gripping him firmly. Robert throws his head back, letting loose a long moan, relishing in the sensation of being inside of her.

"Oh fuck... goddamn you feel amazing." he groans out through gritted teeth. She wraps her legs around him tightly ensuring he remains deeply rooted within her.

As Robert reaches his peak, his movements become erratic. His hips jerk forward roughly, each thrust pushing deeper into the girl on top of him. "Ah fuck!" He growls loudly, throwing his head back as a long string of white cum spurts out, splattering hotly against her cervix. Another jet follows, painting her insides in a thick coat of seed.

“Fuck….you’re going to—suffocate my cock..”

Robert grunts as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into her, still feeling her tight walls clench around his throbbing cock. His hands grip her hips tighter, digging into her soft flesh as he thrusts into her.

"Fucking hell... you're still so fucking tight," he groans, his voice hoarse from all the yelling and moaning. "Feels like you were made just for me..."

His thrusts now become slower, more measured now, each one pushing him closer to the edge once more. He can feel his climax approaching rapidly, the tension coiling in his lower abdomen growing unbearable.

"Just a few more... just a few more," he pants, his words coming out in short bursts as he fights against the urge to spill himself inside her.

Robert lets out a guttural roar as he feels his climax approaching, his thrusts becoming erratic and frenzied. His balls slap loudly against her flesh, creating a lewd symphony of sounds that echoes throughout the room.

"Take it... all... please... take it all," he growls, his voice raw from exertion and pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spills himself inside her, filling her womb with hot spurts of cum. His body trembles as he rides out the waves of ecstasy washing over him, each one stronger than the last. Robert held her tightly against his chest while still ramming in cock into her cunt, he just wanted to make sure she got every last drop.

Robert collapsed onto the ground beneath him and just stared at her while running his fingers through his hair. Robert and her lay on the ground, their bodies intertwined. Robert, is now vulnerable, his emotions raw and exposed. He gazes deeply into her eyes, his expression a mix of disbelief and wonder at the intimacy they've shared. Slowly, Robert lifts a hand to cup her cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin as if trying to memorize every contour. His gaze softens, and for a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seems to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

"I never expected this," Robert whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I'm glad it happened." His words are simple, yet they carry a depth of feeling that surprises even him. He leans in closer, his lips barely brushing against hers in a tender caress.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting Robert's gaze with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. She reaches up to touch his face, mirroring his gesture, and for a moment, they are lost in each other, the world around them fading into insignificance.

"I never thought I could feel this way," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "But with you, everything feels different." Her words hang in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has formed between them.

Robert’s eyes tracing the intricate patterns of shadows and light as the sun began to infiltrate their hidden refuge. The rugged walls, damp with moisture, bore silent witness to the passing of time, each crevice and fissure a testament to the cave's ancient existence. Robert's tailored suit, now either drenched, coved in bodily fluids or was gone from existence contrasted sharply with the natural, untamed environment around him. He ran a hand through his meticulously styled hair, a gesture that had become almost second nature when he was deep in thought.

He had always been a man of calculated precision, every action and decision weighed against potential outcomes. The cave, though a temporary sanctuary, had begun to feel like a prison. The urgency of the situation gnawed at him. He could not afford to linger any longer. His family, particularly his father’s remaining associates, would never understand his reasons for being here. They would question, probe, and ultimately complicate matters with their insatiable curiosity and desire for control. His life had been dictated by expectations and obligations, a puppet to the strings of legacy and power.

“Baby…I’ve got to get going..I don’t want to raise any alarm bells..”

He turned to look at her, his companion in this hidden place, her presence both a comfort and a complication. Her eyes met his, filled with a mixture of concern and determination. She had been his anchor, grounding him in a reality that often felt surreal and unattainable.

Robert stood up, adjusting his pants with a deliberate grace that spoke to his meticulous nature. The fabric rustled as he straightened, the slight tightening of his jaw the only indication of the effort it took to compose himself after their recent intimate encounter. His fingers deftly buckled his belt, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips as he sought to regain his polished composure. There was an undeniable connection between them, a palpable tension that lingered in the air, despite the casual manner in which he now moved.

He extended a hand towards her, a gesture that was both gallant and genuine. His fingers were strong, capable, yet there was a gentleness to his touch as she placed her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined briefly, a silent communication passing between them in that fleeting moment. Her smile was radiant, lighting up the cave, and he found himself responding in kind, a rare, genuine smile spreading across his own lips. It was a smile that reached his eyes, softening the hard edges of his usually stoic expression.

"You know I have to go," he said, his voice a deep, soothing murmur that resonated in the quiet room. There was a hint of regret in his tone, a reluctance to leave this moment behind. "But I'll be back. This... us... it's not over." His words were a promise, a vow that he would return to continue what they had started. There was a sincerity in his voice that left no room for doubt; he meant every word.

She nodded, her eyes reflecting the same mix of emotions that he felt – the yearning, the anticipation, and the bittersweet reality of their current situation. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with a wistful hope. "I'll be waiting."

He moved with a certain precision and calculated grace as he approached his yacht. The sun was still coming up but he still had time. As he reached the gangway, his mind was preoccupied with the events of the day. It had been a day filled with corporate maneuverings, discreet phone calls, and strategic decisions that would determine the future of his family's conglomerate. Yet, as he looked back over his shoulder, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

In the water behind him, she was there, her transformation mesmerizing and otherworldly. She had been with him earlier, her human guise a beautiful facade. But now, as she dipped into the water, her form began to shift, scales shimmering in the twilight, her hair flowing like dark silk beneath the waves. She was a siren, a creature of myth and legend, and her presence was both a mystery and a distraction. Robert felt a strange pull, an attraction that went beyond the physical.

"The anchor...is a little stuck," Robert said, his voice carrying a note of frustration mixed with a plea for assistance. He knew he could handle it himself, but the presence of her was something he would give anything and everything in the world to see more of. She swam closer to the yacht, her movements graceful and fluid, as if she were one with the water. She regarded Robert with a knowing smile, her lips curving in a way that suggested she was well aware of the effect she had on him. "Let me help you with that,"

She reached the anchor, her fingers deftly maneuvering it, untangling the chain from the rocky seabed. Robert took this moment to steady himself, his hands gripping the polished railing of the yacht.

She looked back up at him and smiled; “Promise to come back?”

Robert leaned over the stainless steel railing, and smiled back; “Of course I will.”

With a final, lingering look, she dipped beneath the waves, her form disappearing into the azure depths. Robert stood there for a long moment, the gentle rocking of the yacht lulling him into a contemplative state. He realized that what could have been a simple one time encounter was now turning into a very real and serious encounter.. however he’s not complaining.

Author’s Notes:

I love writing smut where it doesn’t even belong, and yes let’s make Robert a whiny little sub for the siren then uhh fuckin’ the shit out of them! Why not?!?

Sure she has clothes on and I’m not forced to elaborate any further on how the hell she has them on in the first place.I’m noticing I’m getting a better at this…hmmmmm

Credit for the little sparkle smol divider: Cafekitsune

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