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four eyes. | BF x Reader
PAIRINGS: Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader
SYNOPSIS: asking bob to make a mess of himself on your face while you wear his glasses? absolutely.
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
WARNINGS: ahem, SMUT, established relationship, profanity, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, facial, handjob, cum eating, dirty talk, begging, slightly sub!reader, praise, aftercare and such sweet affection from bobby, not proofread and mdni!!, reader is a minx, brief mention of term âslutâ, size kink, awkward sweetheart w a big dick!bob,
A/N: this is the most filthiest shit Iâve ever written and if you like this ur crazy⌠*reblogs, comments and likes the post*
âWhat are you up to?â he drawls, watching carefully as you crawl over his naked midriff and through the sea of bedsheets. Post-sex endorphins were through the roof right now for Bob, a wave of happy tiredness sweeping over the pilot.
You huff, hand outstretched as you reach for Bob's glasses perched on the bedside table.
âI wanna try these onâ you say to him, balancing yourself as you try to grab the frames. Bob chuckles, a hand coming to rub your ass lovingly.
You bit your lip to fight the feeling of a grin spreading on your face, the feeling of Bob's soft hands tickling you as you playfully pushed him away, all the while he simply beams at you.
The hand supporting yourself on his hard chest slips, causing you to collapse on top of your boyfriend, your naked breasts brushing over his cock and sending a shiver down his spine.
A firm hand comes to still yourself. âCarefulâ he says softly, hands warm.
Bob looks over, grabbing the glasses just as you were about to pick them up, and holding them out of your reach. You protest, trying to get ahold of the frames you loved so much. Bob puts them on, allowing himself to properly see his girl.
âYou donât wanna wear these, they donât look good on anyone. Including me.â he mumbles, adjusting you on top of him.
But you're quick to swipe them off his face, ignoring Bob's laughs when you put the glasses on yourself and straddle his hips. âI like them, theyâre cute,â you tell him.
âWell what dâya know?â Bob utters softly to himself when he sees you, gazing up at his girl wearing the steel rimmed aviators and looking absolutely breathtaking.
âHi there, four eyesâ he chuckles, finding it odd saying a phrase heâs been nicknamed all his childhood. Hell, even Seresin has no problem calling him that to this day.
Bob smiles, strong but soft hands coming to rest on your hips as you sat dangerously close to where his happy trail leads to. Your brows furrowed as you viewed the world through his lenses.
âJesus, Bob, you really are blind!â You uttered, looking down at the blurry man seated against the bedpost.
Bobâs become busy at the moment, pressing pecks to your hardended nipples. He simply nods, pretending heâs listening.
âYou should go to the eye doctor, honeyâ
Bob peaks through, giving you a look. âThatâs where I got themâ
��Hm.â
The room is silent, a soft glow of the afternoon sunlight peeking through the white shutters. You feel the corners of Bobâs lips curling into a smile against your skin, a silent worship to your body.
âYouâre so soft.â he murmurs.
âHoney,â you call to your boyfriend.
âHm?â Bob replies absentmindedly, still brushing his face along your chest, hugging you closer.
You tug on his brown locks, pulling his head from your body and looking down at him.
âI wanna try something.â you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes mixed with a bottle of excitement. You quickly press a kiss to his lips.
Bob watches as you pull from his grasp, lips forming a small frown from the loss of contact as you shuffled down the bed so you were now kneeling on the floor by the edge.
Bob looks over at you quizzically, wondering what you were up to before you beckon towards him, ushering him to sit at the edge of the bed.
âCome sit, Robertâ you directed, calling him by his birth name to get his attention.
His soft cock limps near his thighs as he adjusts himself, sitting before you in all his naked glory, hair tousled by your hands and a pink blush ghosting his cheeks. His hand comes up to play with your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You look up in seriousness and confess.
âI want you to cum on these glassesâ
Bob stops all motion, hand still tucked behind your ear. The room falls silent.
âWhat?â
You ignore the bafflement of your crimson cheeked boyfriend, bending down to lick a long stripe up his veiny shaft. A loud moan and harsh tug against your scalp brings you to take him further, almost triggering your gag reflexes. It all happens so fast. Bob mutters incoherently from the sudden gesture, both of you going slightly insane when your nose presses against his pubic bone as tears form near your eyes.
âBaby, hold on a moment, Jesus fuck!â
Youâre worried youâre going to make a mess on the floor from the way your slick almost drips from your pussy.
Youâve been thinking of this fantasy for a while if you were to be honest. Bob pulls you back, gasping for air as a proud feeling settles in your chest. Itâs not everyday you hear Bob cuss like that.
Heâs panting hard, watching as a bit of saliva is smeared on your lips, eyes glossy. Bob sighs in exasperation as you decide to stroke his cock with your hands.
âYou gotta let me speak-â
âPlease, Bobbyâ you beg, pressing kisses to the pink tip and relishing in the way you feel him harden in your hand. A loud groan escapes Bob's throat, feeling sensitive despite having had sex the whole afternoon with you.
âI want you to cum while I have your glasses onâ you told him, kitten licks getting the best of your boyfriend. âLike in those pornosâ you mumble softly, your shy giggles driving Bob insane.
âNobody says pornos anymoreâ he mumbles telling you, swallowing hard when you tug on his cock tighter for not responding.
Bob clears his throat. âYou, um, want me to give you a facial?â He asks softly, holding onto your hand that's stroking his cock.
You nod eagerly.
âA-Are you sure?â He says, worried that taking him like this is gonna wear you out. In all honesty, the boy canât help but grow hard at the thought of cumming all over your innocent face, big eyes covered by his glasses milked by his seed.
You nod, excitement and horniness flowing through your body.
âPlease, honey, I want you to see me paintedâ you sighed, thumb brushing over the thick tip, smearing precum over the slit.
Bob thinks heâs gonna cum just from this angle, but he needs you so badly he tries to regain composure. He bends down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips and letting your face be held in his soft touch. âLet me know if it's too much babyâ he addresses in concern, the tears on your cheeks worrying him.
You sniffle, nodding your head to assure him. âWant you so bad, Bobby, let me suck youâ
Your last few words are incoherent from the way you let Bobâs big cock stuff your throat, making you gag but desperately hold on. Bob lets go, both hands coming to balance himself on the edge, one gripping the bed sheets.
The sensation is fucking marvellous. You feel so full, loving the way the stretch of your mouth and untouched ache of your pussy turn you cockdrunk on Bob Floydâs dick.
You look up, desperate to see how he's taking you, wanting to see the expression of him getting the daylights sucked out of him.
Lieutenant Bob ruts his hips pathetically, trying so hard not to make a mess of your mouth and hurt you. His head is pulled back, groans falling from his soft lips as he praises you so good.
âThatâs it baby, doing so well for meâ he sighs, now two large hands coming to push you a little further, a groan falling from his lips as you take him fully now.
âGod, I love you!â he cries out loud, an instinctive response coming from your boyfriend as he caresses your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. You smile, aviator lenses reflecting the light as your lips are wrapped securely around his dick.
âSo pretty, such a pretty girlâ he says under his breath, admiring the way your tits bounce along with every stroke on his cock. You gasp, pulling away as you let your fist do the rest.
âI love you too, Bobbyâ you gasped, looking up to find Bob staring at you intensely, with such a fierce gaze of love, sensuality, and pure awe.
âH-How,â he begins, starting to feel a familiar feeling settle inside him. âHow did I get so lucky with you?â He admits, wanting nothing more but to see his cum painting his glasses youâre wearing. He thinks he might just let you have them. Being able to see is overrated anyways.
âI think Iâm gonna cum, babyâ he lets out, watching as your eyes get eager, adjusting your sore knees so you can get the perfect angle.
âPlease baby, give it to meâ you begged, pussy so sensitive you have to make sure you hold yourself up enough so the cold wooden floors donât brush against your folds.
Watching you rub his dick like that, mouth open and face ready is an image Bob will have ingrained in his mind forever, a hot spurt of milky liquid shooting onto your lips as Bob finally gives you what you wanted.
Incoherent mumbles fill the sweaty bedroom, letting one hand cup his balls as the other makes sure to smear the warm fluid all over your lips, glasses starting to get foggy.
âFucking hellâ Bob cries out, spilling your name from his lips like a sacred mantra.
You hum, a wave of both happiness and satisfaction washing over you as you sit in front of Bobâs glory.
You let the man come down from his high, tasting salt and your boyfriend in your mouth. Before you can even clean yourself up, Bob is ripping off the dirtied glasses framing your face, and grabbing you towards him for a passionate kiss. The action makes you dizzy, your red, sore knees almost buckling under.
Itâs only a while after when he pulls away, grabbing for a box of tissues near the nightstand and pressing a kiss to your cheek. âIâm sorry for the messâ he replies shyly, the image of this tall, naked, handsome, and yet totally awkward giant taking care of you making it all worthwhile.
âItâs okayâ you reply, voice hoarse. You couldnât help but feel happy, even if you didnât cum (Bob would see to it later of course).
You feel him use the tissues to wipe your chin, face, and tits, or really, what was leftover after you sucked it all up like a slut.
âYouâre crazy sometimes, you know that?â Bob mumbles, shaking his head as he smiles at you, his soft touch so rewarding.
You laugh, latching your arms around his neck and letting him hoist you up so easily. His semi-hard cock limps against your stomach, both of you standing up and lips pressing together in another soft kiss.
âThank you for the most mind blowing head of my life.â He jokes.
âThanks for the facialâ you gleam, sucking your fingers with a pop that makes Bob weak, falling back down on the mattress and taking you with him so youâre straddling him again.
Bob reaches for the glasses, getting a tissue so he could wipe them before an idea pops in your head and you stop him.
You put on the glasses again. He looks up.
âBobby, whereâs the Polaroid camera?â
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pairing: Bob Floyd x reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, nude photos, fingering, m receiving oral, breeding, p in v, dacryphilia, squirting, minor degradation, minor praise, creampie,
summary: you buy a special set of lingerie when you know you're ovulating and Bob asks if he can take pictures of you while you fuck.
word count: 3.2k
âCan I take pictures of you?âÂ
Bobâs question surprised you. You had sent him nudes before, and it wasnât like he had never seen photos of you, but he had never taken any himself. You did look good. His jaw had literally dropped when he saw you. You bought a special lingerie set to wear that night. It wasnât too fancy, but it was Bobâs favorite shade of blue and it was made of a thin mesh material that left little to the imagination.
âYou want to take pictures of me?â You questioned.Â
âOn my polaroid,â Bob explained. âTo have while Iâm gone.â You smiled softly.Â
âYeah,â you agreed. âThatâs okay.â His expression perked up. He gave you a soft kiss.Â
âThank you, sweetheart,â Bob drawled, his accent sweet. He scrambled from his place on the edge of the bed. You had instructed him to wait there while you made your grand entrance from the bathroom after changing into your lingerie set. He fished his polaroid camera out of its place in the closet and loaded it up with a new set of film.
âWhat do you want me to do, sir?â You asked. You wanted Bob to take charge of this. Not just because the pictures were for him, but because you were nervous. You were ovulating. You had been casually trying with Bob. The two of you had stopped using condoms, but you had started tracking your cycle. You were ready. You hadnât told Bob. He wanted kids too, you had stopped using protection on purpose, but you were nervous about it.Â
âCould you get on your knees for me?â Bob asked. You smirked as you fell to your knees in front of him. You reached for his belt, carefully unbuckling it and shoving his pants down his legs. He was already rock hard, the idea of photographing you had been enough to wind him up. You spit on your hand and then wrapped your fingers around his cock. He moaned softly. You leaned down and gave his tip a few kitten licks, cleaning up the precum that was leaking out of him.Â
âLook up at me,â Bob called. âStick your tongue out.â You turned your eyes up towards Bob to find he was pointing the camera down at you. He took his cock in his free hand and pressed it down against your tongue before the camera flashed. Bob dropped the photo on the bedside table, where a stack of them would soon sit. While he was distracted you let his cock push down your throat. He gasped in surprise, knees nearly giving out beneath him.Â
âJesus, honey,â Bob groaned. You hummed in satisfaction around him, pleased that you had caught him off guard. He was good at teasing you, and you always had to find your own ways to get back at him.Â
Bob turned his focus back down to you as you deepthroated his thick cock. He pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail so he could see you as your lips moved up and down his shaft. He groaned as he gently guided you up and down, keeping the control mostly in your hands.Â
âLook up,â Bob called. You flicked your eyes up to see the lens of the camera facing you. You gave your best innocent doe eyes as the camera flashed again. He pulled you off his cock, tossing the picture with the other.Â
âWhat next, Robby?â You asked as you licked your lips. He lifted you to your feet and pulled you in for a kiss.Â
âI want to get some of you in this pretty little thing you bought for me, sweetheart,â Bob told you cheekily. âLay on the bed.â You quickly followed his instruction, climbing onto the bed and laying out on your back. You spread your hair around your head and adjusted the lingerie set. Bob was crouched on his knees, looming above you as he pointed the camera down at your body.Â
âSmile for me, honey,â Bob called. The absurdity of the context pulled a giggle from you and the camera flashed again. He looked down at you thoughtfully, planning out his next masterpiece. He smirked when his idea came.Â
âSpread your legs for me,â Bob requested. âSqueeze those pretty tits I love so much.â You moaned softly at the idea. He was really indulging himself. You followed his instructions and the camera flashed again.Â
Bob kneeled over your hips so he could reach you better. He pushed his thumb down against your tongue. You closed your lips around it, letting your tongue slide against it.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â Bob cooed as you sucked on his finger. The camera flashed again. He slowly drew his hand away from your mouth. He slid his hand to rest on your throat. The pressure was firm, but not restricting. The camera flashed again. His hands kept moving down to your breasts, squeezing them in a way that would leave bruises in the morning as the camera flashed once more.Â
âI want your bra off,â Bob told you. You leaned up from the mattress and pulled the fabric off, leaving you nearly bare in front of him. He grabbed your tits, thumb rubbing over your nipples briefly. He sunk his fingers around your round breast and flashed the camera again.Â
âCan I have your cock now, sir?â You begged. Bob smirked.Â
âNo,â Bob said. âI want some pictures with my fingers inside your pretty little pussy first.â You sighed in disapproval.Â
âHurry up then,â you whined. He chuckled.Â
âBe patient,â Bob told you. âI want to take my time with you.â As much as you were desperate for Bobâs cock you couldnât help the small whimper that his words pulled from you. âCan you lift your legs up for me?â He requested. You smiled softly at him as you lifted your legs into the air so he could remove your panties. He tossed them off the side of the bed.Â
Bob looked down at your bare cunt, glistening with your arousal for him. He put the camera down and used both hands to stroke up and down your thighs. His touch was featherlight, drawing goosebumps to your skin.Â
âRobbyâŚâ You whispered needily.Â
âI know, baby,â Bob cooed in understanding. âI promise that Iâll give you everything you want, but you have to be patient.â Something in his tone was different. He knew what you really wanted from him. He knew you wanted him to make you a mother. Â
âPlease just touch my pussy, Robby,â you begged. âHowever you want. I donât care. I just need to feel you there.â Bob smiled. He moved a single finger to your clit, gently rubbing circles around it to appease you. The moment Bobâs finger made contact with your clit your back arched in the air and your mouth fell open in a silent moan.Â
âOpen your eyes,â Bob ordered. When you did the camera flashed on your face.Â
âAre you ready for a finger?â He asked.Â
âCan I have two?â You pleaded. Bob considered your request. You were being good for him and you were letting him live out this fantasy.Â
âOkay, honey,â Bob agreed. âTwo it is.â He sucked his ring and middle fingers between his lips, coating them in his spit. âReady?â He asked as he aimed the camera towards your dripping twat. You nodded furiously.Â
âPlease,â you begged. âI need you.â Bob smirked. You needed him. Wasnât that sweet?
âIâve got you, baby.â No sooner did you feel Bobâs fingertips gently sliding through your folds. You inhaled sharply, waiting for him to give you what you wanted. He was filled with a wave of pride at the small sound. It made him desperate to give you what you wanted. He pushed his fingers into you, his movement quick enough to relieve your desire without being harsh. The camera flashed.
âThank you, Robby,â You mewled.
âYouâre welcome, honey,â Bob cooed back. He kept a steady rhythm inside you as he snapped another picture of your cunt with his fingers buried in it. âYouâre so sexy, sweetheart,â Bob groaned as he felt you clench down on his fingers.Â
âI want your cock, Robby,â you whined.Â
âCome on my fingers first,â Bob pleaded with you. He put the camera down and reached down with his other hand to rub tight circles around your clit with his thumb. You moaned in surprise and kicked your legs against the mattress.Â
âThatâs it, sweetheart,â Bob cooed. âCome for me.â He hooked his fingers against your walls, pressing into your g spot as he sped up his movements on your clit.Â
âFuck! Bobby!â You cried out in pleasure. The camera flashed. Your walls pulsated around Bobâs fingers and your legs shook. You arched your back away from the mattress. The camera flashed. You opened your eyes to see Bobâs adoring stare as he flashed the camera once more on your sweaty, fucked out face.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, sweetheart,â Bob murmured. Tears sprung to your eyes despite his sweet praise.Â
âYour cock, Robby,â you whined. âNeed your cock, please.â You sniffled as you fell into a state of total desperation for only one thing. Bobâs eyes softened upon seeing your tears. He quickly reached up to wipe them away.Â
âIâm sorry, baby,â Bob whispered softly. He crawled up your body, bringing the camera with him. âDidnât realize just how bad you needed me.â He lined the swollen head of his cock up with your dripping hole.Â
âAlways need you this bad, Robby,â you whimpered. Bob kissed your nose softly.Â
âI know, baby,â he cooed. âMe too.â You moaned softly. Bob had gotten himself in position to take another picture. He had his thick cock in his hand, lined up perfectly with your wet slit. He held the camera in his other hand. His eyes flicked up to yours. âReady?â He asked. You nodded quickly. Bob pushed his cock into you. The camera flashed several timesâsome photos on your face or your body, and a few at the spot where you were connected.Â
âOhh, RobertâŚâ You moaned slowly as you felt him fill the emptiness that youâd needed him to fill. Bob cursed quietly. You looked up at him. He was beautiful, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his body tight around you.Â
âCan I take a picture of you?â You asked. Bob smirked.Â
âYeah, honey,â he agreed. âYou can take one.â He handed you the camera. You pointed it up at him and reached up, dragging your nails down his chest as the camera flashed. You handed him the camera and the undeveloped photo.Â
âThank you, Bobby.â Bob put the camera and photo to the side and turned his focus fully on you. He leaned down on his forearm so he could kiss your neck as his hips fucked slowly into you. He grabbed your leg with his other hand, pulling it up around his hip so he could get just a bit deeper.Â
You came without warning, but kept your moans in. You werenât supposed to come without asking. Bob kept fucking into you and you thought youâd gotten away with it when you came again. You were doing your best to keep your breathing even and not pass out as you recovered. Then Bob switched arms and pulled your other leg around his hip as well. You knew that you were going to squirt this time.Â
âCan I come?â You cried out suddenly, unsure whether youâd be able to hold it anyway.Â
âYes, baby,â Bob agreed. You let the electric pleasure run over you, whimpering and whining as you did. Bob wore a proud grin as he watched your face contorting in pleasure and felt you clench down on his hard cock. Clear fluid sprayed out over his cock. Bob reached down and rubbed back and forth on your clit, splashing your cum all over the sheets. You were panting as Bob stilled his hips, still buried inside you.Â
âYouâre so pretty when you come, baby girl,â Bob drawled. His accent was thicker when he used the low tone that he would pull during sex. He knew how much it drove you crazy. âHow many times was that? Be honest, I know you came at least once without telling me.âÂ
âIncluding when you fingered me?â You asked shyly.Â
âYes, sweetheart,â Bob replied.Â
âFour,â you told him quietly, awaiting your punishment for the two unpermitted orgasms.
âWhy are you so horny today, huh?â Bob asked. You looked away. You knew exactly why. It was why youâd bought the lingerie. Bob wanting to take pictures had been a surprising bonus. âAnswer me,â Bob pushed.Â
âIâm ovulating,â you admitted in a whisper. Bob groaned roughly. He made one quick and deep thrust into you, pulling a surprised gasp from you.Â
âYou want me to get you pregnant, baby?â Bob asked, his voice as slow and smooth as molasses. You nodded. âTell me, honey. Tell me what you want.âÂ
âI want you to get me pregnant, Robby,â you told him. âI want you to fuck your cum deep into me.âÂ
âAll you had to do was ask, baby,â Bob said with a smile. He began fucking you again, faster this time. If you wanted his cum he was going to give it to you. You clawed at his back and he left hickies over your chest and neck. Bob reached down between your bodies to rub circles over your clit. You moaned loudly.Â
âCan I please come?â You begged.Â
âYeah, baby, go ahead,â Bob told you. You fell apart on Bobâs cock, tightening down on him as he thrust into you. He moaned loudly, making a few harsh thrusts into you before you felt him coming deep into you. He kept fucking into you as he rode out his orgasm. You were slowly coming down. He leaned back onto his knees so he was upright and grabbed your hips. He lifted you and pulled you down against him, getting deeper than you had ever felt him before. The new sensation threw you into another unexpected orgasm and you cried out in pleasure, milking Bobâs cock for everything he could give you.Â
âThank you, Robby,â you whimpered. Bob chuckled.
âIâm not done, sweetheart. If we want you to get pregnant I should probably give you more than one load.â You whimpered at the thought alone. Bob could already feel himself getting hard again. He rubbed your clit slowly, making you clench and flex around him. It was just what he needed to make him rock hard again. You moaned at the feeling of him hardening inside you.Â
âGive it to me, Robby,â you whined. Bob didnât need any other words of encouragement to begin fucking into you. He started off with a steady paceânot too fast, but not slow either. You were falling apart regardless, completely unable to hold in orgasms anymore as you lost yourself in the pleasure of Bobâs cock. He hit just the right spot and you felt the tightness in your stomach exploding again.
âAre you coming again?âÂ
âYes, Robby,â you gasped. âIâmâunghâIâm sorry. I canât h-help it,â you whined.Â
âPathetic little thing, arenât you?â Bob taunted. The degradation only made you come harder. His dog tags were dangling over you as he thrust in and out. You reached up and twisted the chain around your finger, tugging him down to meet your lips. He kissed you with a passion that reminded you of the very first time you kissed. His thrusts were getting more irregular as you continued pulsing around him. He reached down to your clit, desperate to pull one last orgasm from you. He rubbed against the sensitive nub, lubricated by his own cum leaking out around his cock.Â
You screamed out in overwhelming pleasure and came again. Fire burned through your body as every part of your body tightened and then snapped into a release. You were moaning loudly, not really aware of the sounds that were coming out of your mouth. You started squirting again, the fluid spraying out around Bobâs cock as he continued to fuck into you. He groaned loudly at the sight. Bob grunted, gasping loudly before hammering harshly into you with a deafening moan as he emptied everything he had into you. Bob rolled off of you after a moment. The two of you lay there, quietly catching your breath as the two of you each recovered from the strongest orgasms either of you had ever had.Â
âHow many times was that for you, sweetheart?â Bob asked after a moment.Â
âEight, I think,â you admitted.Â
âJesus,â Bob said. âI hope the pregnancy hormones are this good too.âÂ
âYou came so much, Robby. I can feel it inside me,â you murmured. âItâs so warm.âÂ
âWill you push it out for me, baby? Will you show me what I gave you?â Bob requested. He leaned up and grabbed the camera.Â
âThatâs not gonna help me get pregnant,â you said.Â
âIâll push it back into you, baby. Besides, I fucked my first load real deep into you,â he said.Â
âYouâre so dirty, Robby,â you teased. Bob smiled. He kissed your thigh.Â
âPlease, baby?â You rolled your eyes but smiled. You clenched your insides, trying to push out the thick cumload Bob had given you. Suddenly you felt the warm liquid dripping down your folds. âFucking hell, honey.â He took one last picture. He scooped his cum back up onto his fingers, pushing it back into you again. He crawled up the bed to be level with you, putting the camera on the bedside table and picking up the stack of photos.Â
âWant to see?â Bob asked. You nodded as you scooted over to his side. The two of you looked through the photos, Bob complimenting something about you in each one. When you got to the photo you had taken of him you grinned widely.Â
âYou look so sexy, Bobby,â you said. Bob chuckled.Â
âGlad you think so, honey,â he said. You bumped your arm against him.Â
âYouâre an adonis, Bobby. Completely out of my league,â you said with a smile. Bob rolled his eyes.Â
âHoney, Iâm in a squad with adonises, but I ainât one,â Bob joked.Â
âOh, please. None of them even compare to you. You had me wrapped around your finger the moment I saw your eyes,â you said in reflex. Bob could tell you meant it by how quickly you said it.Â
âI love you, baby,â he said simply. You looked up at him and kissed him gently.Â
âI love you too.â Bob turned back to the photos.Â
âCould you write me notes on them? Like you do with my lunches?â Bob asked shyly. You grinned at him, leaning to kiss him gleefully. You pulled away with a smile still on your face. He always told you how much he loved the notes you put in his lunch everyday.Â
âYes,â you said simply. âDo you want them to be sexy or sweet?â You asked. Bob smiled softly.Â
âBoth, just like you.â Bob flipped to the picture of his cum dripping out of your pussy. He hummed softly at it. âI sorta wish I couldâve had one with my cum on your face too,â he said. You smirked.Â
âI think I can make that happen.â
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Babys Breath, i
pairing: bob floyd x seresin!florist!reader
summary: Bob stumbles into the nearest florist to the funeral heâs attending and, unknowingly, charms Jake Seresinâs sweet younger sister with all the anxious charm he possesses.
warnings: everyone calls reader âsunshineâ, just straight fluff that is all, warnings will differ depending on chapter, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofreadÂ
word count: 897 words
authors note: this is just the first part of a sweet series iâm planning for bobby! eventually iâll make a masterlist and everything but for now enjoy this (short) but sweet first chapter! I tried to encompass the personality i envision sunshine having, obviously different from jake, in this chapter but i canât wait to expand upon it all :)
tag list: @kloofspeaks
find the masterlist here! read the next part here!
Ding!
Your head lifted from the flowers in your hand when the bell above the door rang out, bringing in a highly decorated aviator. He looked nervous and was fiddling around with the wallet in his hand, looking around for the attendant and looking relieved when his eyes fell on you. You carefully placed the flowers down on the counter behind you and walked around the counter in front of you to go help him.
âWelcome! Iâm sunshine, how can I help you?â Your voice was soft and warm, easing all the anxiety Bob had about walking into this place he knew nothing about and trying to buy flowers he also didnât know jack shit about.
âHey, uhm Iâm Bob?â He scratched the back of his neck, you assumed it was because the flowers were overwhelming. It was entirely because he had prepared for an older woman not a beautiful younger woman his own age, his palms became sweaty the second his eyes saw you and his breaths became shallow.
âI didnât know your name could be a question.â You teased, scrunching your nose to prevent the giggle you were holding inside from coming out. âWhat can I help you with, Bob?â
âUh, I need funeral flowers.â He gave an awkward smile, wiping his palms against the pants of his dress blues one at a time. Trading the wallet between hands. âI could use some suggestions?â
Funeral flowers. How odd. You wondered if he knew your brother or if it was just some strange coincidence, youâd text him the description of the man in front of you later. He seemed sweet enough for an aviator, Jake shouldnât have any qualms if you wanted to take a crack at it.
âWell, Iâd suggest-â
Bob had tuned out whatever you had said, watching your lips move as you talked and how passionate you seemed about the subject of flowers. Heâd never been one to think flowers were of any interest but suddenly they seemed like the most important subject heâd ever learned. You listed off all the colors and different flowers along with their different meanings, heâd shook his head like heâd been listening. Then you asked what heâd like to put in a bouquet and he looked like a deer in headlights, you giggled and snapped him out of the trance he was in. You were used to this, especially from men in the navy. You werenât used to the shy nature Bob had.
âIâll put together something for you, whatâs your price range?â Once heâd responded you gathered some flowers, trimmed the stems and wrapped them in brown paper. Adding some twine around the stems to top it all off. You rang up the flowers and told him the price.
âWhat do they mean?â He asked, picking up the flowers from the counter as he handed you his card.Â
âSomebody shouldâve listened.â You teased, running his card and placing it down on the counter so you could explain the flowers. âThese here are apple blossoms, which means better things to come. And these are lilies of the valley, god I love these, they mean the return of happiness.â
This time he listened as you spoke, asking some follow up questions about some of the flowers to prove he was listening this time. He caught a glimpse of the time on his watch and audibly cussed.
âOh sorry, you probably need to get going!â You scribbled something on his receipt and pushed it, along with his card, into his hand and sent him on his way with a smile. The second you heard the door close you pulled your phone out, hit the contact for your brother and texted him.
had an aviator come in, asked for funeral flowersâŚ
Whatâd he look like? You are aware that you can just ask them if they know me, right?
not as fun!Â
Description please
aviators, the glasses not the sunglasses, uhhh dress blues
Sunny every naval officer within a hundred miles is in dress blues, please be more specific.
blondish hair, he said his name was bob, kinda shy but it was sweet!
Bob Floyd.
He didnât respond to any other text messages after that, you had asked for more details on Bob and he was not willing to give any. You assumed they knew each other pretty well, he only acted so closed lipped about people he actively knew and worked with.Â
You tried to get the image of the sweet aviator out of your mind but to no avail. He clouded your thoughts for the rest of the day, for the first time since youâd become a florist you made easy mistakes that shouldâve been avoided. All because of some man named Bob. Every time the bell went off, you hoped and prayed that it would be the sandy blonde walking his way back in. Every time your phone went off, you hoped it was him. But it never was, you had hoped he hadnât thrown away the receipt you gave him.
(XXX) XXX-XXXX
Bob pulled out the receipt to throw it out, stopping when he caught a glimpse of the handwriting scrawled at the top. You had given him your number, he thanked the gods above and immediately typed your number into his phone under the name Pretty Florist Sunshine.
The flowers were a hit, thanks Sunshine!
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Hall Of Hunks
Welcome to my Hall Of Hunks everyone.
Ye be warned most of my works are NSFW so please be sure to read the warnings before each writing.
Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated and needed since your feedback is very important to me so please be sure to show your support.
Tag list is open for any of these handsome man or all of them if you so choose so please donât hesitate to ask.
Thanks my loves and enjoy my Hall Of Hunks! XOXO
Updated 5/12/24
Chris Evans
Miles Teller
Pedro Pascal
Lewis Pullman
Barry Keoghan
Glen Powell
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Number 1 on my bucket listâŚ
To nibble on Lewis Pullmans jaw line
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I just got chills from looking at Lewis Pullman pics
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husband bob who fingers his wife so hard she squirts and his wedding ring slides off đ
(he makes her lick it clean after)
ᅪ authors notes: omg please, my dear anon! i giggled so hard, i love this so much! đ¤
ᅪ warnings: sex and squirting.
giggly sex with bob is not uncommon. as much as he can be mean dom bob, heâs also the most loving, soft and romantic lover youâve ever met. on this particular occasion, he just wanted to finger his pretty little wife and have them squirt over his fingers before bed. he loves seeing you writhing with pleasure (from himself) more than anything.
as you reach your high and come over his fingers with dripping squirts and loud whines, bob coaxes you through it as he always does. âthereâs my good girl. thatâs it, keep goinâ, darlinâ. my pretty little wife is so good for me, oâ ohââ
he watches with wide eyes from behind his glasses as his wedding ring slides off and falls onto the soaked towel below you. he continues to move his fingers inside of you and lets you ride out your continual high, but his lips have curled up into a small smile and heâs trying his hardest to hold back a small laugh.
as your eyes flutter open and shut, you catch sight of your husbands expressions and between heaving breaths, you pant out, âwâ what? what is it?â
bob shakes his head, still with the twitching grin on his lips. ânothing, my darlinâ. donât worry, youâre doinâ so good for me, baby.â
âbobby!â you blurt out again, now with a curious expression forming.
his head drops and he finally lets out a laugh as he admits whatâs just occurred. âyou squirted so hard that my wedding ring fell off.â
you clasp your hand over your mouth and let out a bubble of giggles. bob lifts his head up, with bubbling laughter also coming from himself. his wedding ring is pinched between his fingers, with his chest flushed and rosy red up-to his cheeks. he leans over you to place a kiss to your lips, muffling your paired amusement ever so slightly.
��come âere.â he breaks the kiss and presses his wedding ring to your lips. your tongue instinctively wraps around the warm and damp ring, occasionally letting yourself lick his fingers clean. âgood girl. thatâs my pretty little wife.â bob presses a soft kiss to your nose with a beaming smile still.
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bob floyd. | TOP GUN: MAVERICK
four eyes.
#bob floyd x you#bob floyd fic#bob floyd fluff#bob floyd fanfic#bob floyd fanfiction#bob floyd smut#bob floyd x reader#bob floyd#bob floyd x female reader#top gun bob floyd#top gun maverick smut#top gun imagine#top gun fanfiction#top gun maverick#top gun fic#lewis pullman x reader#lewis pullman fluff#lewis pullman smut#lewis pullman#lewis pullman fanfic#lewis pullman imagine#promising young lady : enid writesđ
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presents
pairing: Bob Floyd x reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, nipple play, nipple clamp use, p in v, 69, throat fucking, sir! kink
summary: Bob buys nipple clamps to use on his birthday with you.
word count: 2.1k
It was Bobâs birthday. You got him a signed first edition of his favorite book. The way he looked at you when he opened the present was worth the double shifts and nights youâd turned off the heat so you could afford it.
Now you were in your room. You were sitting on the bed, wearing a red lace lingerie set you had picked out for him. It had a garter belt and thigh high nylon stockings. Bob was still in the bathroom brushing his teeth, unaware of your new wardrobe. When he walked out in his boxers he stopped in his tracks, his jaw dropping briefly.
âYou like it?â You asked. Bob cleared his throat.
âYes. Itâs very nice,â he said. You could tell he was struggling to put on the aura of dominance that he always had over you.
âThis is the last present,â you told him. âNo more surprises after this.â He smiled at you.
âI have a present for you too,â he said. His confidence was coming back. You raised an eyebrow.
âBobby, itâs your birthday,â you reminded him.
âWell, itâs not just for you,â he said. âI think itâll be fun for both of us,â
âWhat is it?â You asked.
âIf you donât want to, we don't have to use them,â he said. âI just thought it was something we could try.â You smirked. It was something dirty.
âLet me see it first, Robby.â You let the name roll off your tongue, knowing what it did to him. He groaned lightly and then turned towards the overnight bag heâd brought with him. He handed you a small box without any label. You opened the lid and found a set of nipple clamps inside. They had soft rubber pads over the clamp and a thin but weighty chain hanging between them.
âIf you donât like themââ Bob started.
âI like them,â you assured him. âI think it could be fun,â you said. Bob smirked.
âDo you want me to show you how they work?â He asked.
âYou wanna give me a hands-on demonstration, Robby?â You teased him. Bob grinned.
âI do think thatâll be the best way for you to learn,â he said. You laughed. Bob took them out of the box as you backed towards the bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows, legs bent and spread wide. Bob tossed his shirt off and pushed his boxers down. He climbed onto the bed after you. He put the nipple clamps by your foot and then leaned over you.
âI think weâll need to take this off,â Bob said as he reached behind you to unhook your bra. He kissed your shoulder as he pulled the strap down and you lifted your arms to shimmy out of the fabric. Bob pressed sloppy kisses down your chest before reaching your right nipple. He took it between his lips and sucked on it, pulling off with a pop. You moaned quietly. Bobâs hands were all over your body, everywhere they moved his touch burned into your skin. Bob moved to your other nipple, giving it attention as well. He took your right nipple in between his fingers and twisted it lightly.
âOh, Robby,â you murmured under your breath. Bob moaned against you. He leaned away and reached behind him, taking the nipple clamps back in his hands.
âAre you sure about this, baby?â He asked.
âIâm sure, Robby,â you told him firmly. âI know youâll take care of me.â Bob smiled.
âI love you, baby,â he said. He couldnât help but say it. You trusted him so deeply. How could he not tell you that he loved you? He leaned down over you with one of the clamps set between his fingers. He let the chain and other clamp drag across your stomach as he moved his hand into place. His hand hovered above your breast. He looked into your eyes, his stare dark and desperate.
âReady?â He asked. You nodded feverishly.
âYes,â you whispered up to him. Bob released the clamp and it pinched down on your nipple. You moaned without control. Your body arched away from the mattress.
âFuck! Robby!â You cried out.
âHow does it feel, baby?â Bob asked, hand going to caress your cheek.
âHurts,â you whined.
âGood hurt or bad hurt?â Bob pushed.
âMmphâGood,â you whimpered. âBut donât leave it on too long.â
âYou want the other side?â He asked. You nodded.
âYes!â Bob lifted the other clamp from its place on your stomach and stroked his hand up your body as he positioned the clamp over your nipple.
âReady?â He checked in.
âYes, Robby! Please!â You cried. The clamp pinched down on your other nipple and you writhed against the mattress again. You were whimpering and whining in painful pleasure. Bobâs hand went to your side, stroking up and down slowly. He leaned over you and pressed soft kisses all over your face.
âStill doing okay, angel?â He asked.
âYes, sir,â you whimpered. Bob chuckled darkly.
âOh, itâs one of those nights now?â He called cockily. You whimpered
âWanna be your good little angel,â you whined bashfully.
âOh, honey. You are,â Bob assured you. His hand slid down your chest till it found the chain attached to the nipple clamps. He looked into your eyes and smirked. Without another warning he tugged down on the chain.
âOooooh, Robby!â You cried out helplessly. Bob grinned at the sight of you. Your back arched away from the mattress beneath him, your hips flying up as well. You bumped into his hips when yours shot up and you looked down to see that Bob was rock hard as he kneeled above you. He was dripping with precum and the head of his cock looked swollenâbegging for attention. You reached down and wrapped your hand around him. Bob gasped at the sudden stimulation. You started stroking him slowly up and down. He grabbed your wrist after a moment.
âNot yet, angel. Iâm not done playing with you,â he said.
âItâs your birthday, Robby. Wanna make you feel good,â you whined.
âYou do, angel. Always make me feel so good,â he promised you. âLet me play with you like this a little longer and then Iâll let you suck my dick.â You beamed at this proposition.
âOkay, sir,â you agreed. Bobâs hands moved back to your body, one sliding over your underwear this time. He chuckled when he felt how huge the wet spot was. Your wetness had spread all through the crotch of your little thong.
âGod, youâre soaked,â he moaned. âYouâre such a mess for me.â
âJust feels so good,â you whined in defense.
âThought that it hurt?â He teased you.
âIt does, Robby. But itâs good,â you whimpered. Bob gave the chain a light tug and you yelped. He chuckled darkly.
âYouâre so sweet, baby,â he whispered against your skin. âLook so pretty with these hanging off your tits,â Bob said. âBut I think itâs time to take them off.â You held your breath as you felt Bob pulling on the chain. You whimpered and whined while the clamps pulled against your sensitive nipples. Bob made one more gentle tug and the clamps snapped off your nipples.
âMmmmmooooohhh!â You cried helplessly, arching away from the mattress. Bob rained kisses all over your chest and neck as you writhed in pain and pleasure. Your body fell back down to the mattress. Bob kissed his way down your breast. He delicately licked a small circle against your swollen nipple. You shuddered and whimpered at the softness of the sensation.
âYou okay, baby?â He checked in.
âYeah,â you told him. âJust sensitive.â He pressed a soft kiss to your other nipple and then leaned away. He started kissing down your body but you grabbed at his shoulders.
âI let you play with me. I get to suck your dick now,â you said.
âI want to eat your pussy though,â Bob whined in protest.
âItâs your birthday, Robby,â you reminded him. He never let you give him as much as he gave you. You wanted him to let you spoil him at least once a year.
âDoesnât that mean I should get what I want?â He asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.
âLay on your back,â you told him firmly. Bob did as you said. As much as he wanted to please you he knew that sometimes what that meant was letting you please him. To his surprise you didnât move between his legs. You straddled his head, balanced up on your knees so you could still look down at him. Bob smiled.
âNow we both get what we want,â you said as you lowered yourself. You leaned forward towards Bobâs chest and let your body press against his, but kept your hips positioned above him. You took his cock in your hand just as Bob grabbed hold of your thighs. He pulled your thighs wide and leaned up, licking up into your dripping pussy. You let out a moan just as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock.
âI love the way you taste,â Bob murmured.
âMe too, Bobby,â you said as you let go of Bobâs cock with a pop of your lips. You looked down at his cock and smiled before opening your mouth wide and taking the whole length down your throat. Bobâs lips against your pussy shuddered with a groan as he felt your throat constricting around his cock. You pulled off of him with a gasp.
âFuck my throat, Robby.â you called. âI want to choke on your cock.â
âLet me up,â Bob requested. âI want to watch you.â You slid off him and down to the floor, kneeling there obediently. Bob climbed down and stood, towering above you. He reached out and ran his fingertips along your warm cheek. âSo good to me,â he murmured. âAlways so sweet.â He seemed to be talking more to himself than you.
âLet me have it, Robby,â you begged him. Bob smirked. He would never get over how desperate he could make you.
âOkay, sweetheart,â he agreed. He took his cock in his hand. âAlways get what you want, donât you?â Without any other words Bob slid his cock into your mouth. He started his thrusts slow, letting you warm up. But he knew what you wanted. Before long he had his hands dug into your hair as he thrust roughly into your mouth. You gagged on his cock and Bob moaned.
âGod, baby,â he mumbled through his gasps. âMouthâs always so warm for me.â He pulled out and tilted your head up so he could look at you. You had drool dripping down your chin, your cheeks stained with the tear trails of your mascara.
âYou look so pretty like this,â Bob praised. You smiled up at him, knowing that he truly meant it.
âFuck me now?â You asked sweetly. He laughed.
âCourse, baby,â Bob called. âYou think I wanna wait?â It only took a few moments before you were lying beneath him, legs pressed up against your chest as Bob fucked into you hard and fast.
âYou feel so good, angel,â Bob moaned. âSo soft, so perfect,â he mumbled.
âBobby, Iâm not gonna last,â you gasped. Bob slowed down ever so slightly so that he could bury his whole length in you with each thrust.
âMe neither, baby,â he moaned down to you.
âCome for me, Robby,â you begged. âGive it to me.â Your begging was too much for Bob and he let out another gasp before emptying himself into you. The feeling of his warm cum filling you was just what you needed to fall apart around him, which only had him coming harder.
The two of you were panting, trying to catch your breaths as Bob rolled off of you. He laid on his side, watching you. You turned to look at him too.
âI love you,â he told you. He would tell you everyday, but you never tired of hearing it.
âYouâre such a sap when weâre done fucking,â you said. Bob chuckled.
âWhat am I supposed to do if you look this pretty after Iâve fucked you?â He teased back. You rolled your eyes.
âCâmon, birthday boy. Itâs shower time,â you said.
âI didnât know I was getting birthday sex twice,â Bob joked.
âYouâre not. Youâre getting unsweaty or you canât sleep in the bed.â Bob put his hand against his chest as if youâd shot him.
âYouâre threatening not to let me cuddle you on my birthday?â Bob asked
âYes,â you said with a smile. âHit the showers, Floyd.â Bob smiled. He loved when you took on his navy lingo.
âYes, maâam.â There was a pause. âBut I still think thereâs plenty of time for another round in the shower.â
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My Big Three đđĽđĽľ
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W. S. O. Can stand for Weapons Systems Officers or Wonderful Sexy Officers đđ
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Hell on Heels.
pairing: rhett abbott x tillerson!afab!reader
summary: you made the devil a deal; he made you pretty, he made you smart and rhett abbott sheâs coming after you.
warnings: everyone calls reader âhoneyâ, sweet rhett, the tillersons (they need their own warning tbh but i love a good forbidden romance), mutual pining (sorta), unprotected p in v, car sex, a wee bit of fingering, creampie, let me know if i forgot anything, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofreadÂ
word count: 4.4k words
authorâs note: i love rhett abbott and i think this rivals the cowgirl series as one of the best things iâve ever written. Iâm just a sucker for a white man in a cowboy hat. honey is ENTIRELY inspired by the pistol annies so channel them when you read them. Iâve been hyping this up to @thesirenrealm all night so iâm saying my prayers that it lives up! as always, please enjoy!!! mwah!!!!
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âThe rodeo ainât âtill later tonight.âÂ
His voice was warm, wrapping you up in a thick blanket and protecting you from the world. A false sense of security, your brotherâs had tried to scare you with some bullshit about not trusting the Abbott boys. As if your family was any better.Â
âStalkinâ me, Abbott?â You turned around to face him, the railing of the arena leaving indents on the undersides of your arms, the corners of your lips turning into a smile.
âLuke know youâre out here?â He looked around, almost like he was expecting your brother to pop out of the shadows somewhere and give him shit for even speaking to you, avoiding your question.
âNo, and Iâm an adult. I can do what I want.â You huffed, annoyed everyone saw you as an extension of your older brother. Even more so that Rhett did, youâd tried so hard to stand out to him.
âHe doesnât see it that way. Whyâre you out here?â He inquired, leaning against the railing next to you, squinting his eyes as the sun found its way under his hat
âSpace,â you looked over at him, â I assume thatâs why youâre out here?â
âBingo.â He looked over at you, holding eye contact until you broke it and looked back into the arena in front of you. âWhy donât you leave the ranch if you want space so much, Honey? Youâre out here more days than youâre at your own home.â
His observation was a slight stab in the guts, only because he was right. You loved your family, truly, as best as you could while keeping yourself sane. Luke wanted to control everyone and everything, including you and what you did. You were half surprised he hadnât implanted a tracker underneath your skin, in your car, or downloaded one on your phone. In some ways it could be written off as well meaning, he just wanted to make sure his people were okay. He was just crazy, you knew it. Billy, he was a sweet thing, just never knew when to shut the fuck up. Your dad had gone off his rocker long ago, probably forget he had a daughter due to your absence around the house.Â
âAnd where do you suggest I go, Abbott?â You scoffed at his suggestion, your family mightâve had some money but youâd never seen any of it. Buying a house or renting was out of the question.Â
âQuit callinâ me that.â He scoffed right back at you, his eyes never leaving you.
âFine, Rhett. Answer the question.âÂ
âIâve offered multiple times, Honey. It still stands now.â His tone was softer now, more serious.Â
Youâd ignored him, walked away and got into your car, drove all the way to your house. You wanted to contemplate his offer, wanted to take him up on it but youâd just be intruding on his familyâs space. Youâd rather act like you only slept at your house before you became a burden to another family. Your phone lit up three times with Rhettâs name on your drive home, probably telling you to think of the offer or maybe asking if you were gonna see him ride later.Â
Heâd been shocked when you walked away, didnât say a single thing or make any indication heâd done anything wrong. He was right, heâd offered you a place multiple times before, when he pointed it out he didnât think he was going to upset you. He knew all about the loyalty you had for your family but he also knew the type of crazy Luke and Wayne were. Some days he wondered if you were ever truly related to them, sweet olâ Honey. Your sweet demeanor earned you the nickname, youâd had it for years. It could be your real name and youâd know no different.
âHoney. Honey. Honey what the fuck.â Luke was yelling the second you walked in the door, it made you want to turn around. Pick up your phone. Tell Rhett youâd accepted his offer and was on your way.
âLuke, shut the fuck up.â Is all you had to say to him as you walked right past him and into your room, slamming the wooden doors as loud as you could.Â
Luke had yelled something in response, you couldnât give a singular shit about whatever that man child wanted. You balled your fists, shaking them at your door quietly as he continued yelling. All you wanted was some peace and quiet. Thatâs why you spent so much time down at the showing arena during the day time, nobody else was there. It was deserted. Just you and your thoughts. Apparently also Rhett, not that you minded. You liked Rhett, a lot. He was just the right amount of rugged to contrast the delicate world built around you from being the only daughter. Just the right amount of mean to contrast your sweetness.
Your phone vibrated from its spot in your back pocket, you pulled it out and looked at the name at the top of your screen. Rhett Abbott.
âHoney.â
His voice was soft, just as soft as it had been at the arena, not a hint of annoyance with you. You appreciated that he wasnât making you feel bad for leaving him hanging, appreciated that the guilt you were feeling wasnât because of his words.Â
âHey, Rhett. I'm sorry for leavinâ like that I-â
âItâs fine, I shouldnât have overstepped like that. I just need to know if youâre cominâ to watch my ride.âÂ
You shouldâve given it to him for cutting you off like that, but your sweet heart had a Rhett Abbott shaped soft spot and always had. You listened to him talk like he was preaching the Sunday sermon, like whatever he was telling you would save your life.
âYeah..yeah Iâm cominâ.â You flopped back on your bed, imagining where he was and what he was doing. Were his thoughts filled with you? Like yours were of him.
âGood.âÂ
He hung up and filled you with disappointment, you knew he had to get ready to ride but it didnât make you any less upset he didnât have the courtesy to say bye.Â
âBye, Rhett.â You whispered into the air, laying your phone down next to you, staring up at the angled ceiling as your thoughts became overrun with what youâd wear.Â
You loved being a girl; loved dressing up and looking pretty, loved the (wanted) attention you got from it, loved the solidarity you got from most other women. Tonight was no exception, the rodeo was your favorite excuse to wear the jeans that hugged your ass in all the right places and the bra that put the girls in the right place to get what you wanted when you wanted it. You didnât need to dress up to impress anyone, you knew that but god if you didnât love it. Touching up your hair and makeup was the last thing you did before shoving your phone in your back pocket, walking past whatever screaming fest your brother had found himself in now, and hauling ass to the rodeo. Sometimes, life wasnât so bad.
âHoney! Over here!âÂ
Your head snaps to the group of girls calling for your attention, a huge smile immediately lighting up your face as you walked over to join the group. You gave all the girls a hug and a kiss on the cheek before settling in a spot, you hoped Rhett could easily see you in. If it wasnât your whooping and hollering that would get his attention, it was the cowboy hat he gifted you years ago matched with bright red lipstick. You were sex personified. Hell on Heels.Â
Heâd spotted you the second youâd walked into the place, watched your hair bounce as you walked and watched the smile that stood proudly every time someone spoke to you. Watched your ass jiggle in the jeans you always wore when you dressed up, he hated them simply because he knew every man you encountered watched you saunter away the same way he did. The cat calling the kettle black. Rhett was many things but he was a dirty hungry man, hungry for all the things Honey Tillerson could offer. He watched you sit with a group of girls he didnât know, nor did he give a single shit about, and try to get a glimpse of him. Unfortunately, heâd placed himself out of sight. He wanted to admire you from afar without being caught, boy was he glad he did when you started searching for him.
âHere for prince charming Abbott?â One of the girls teased, trying to get a rise out of you.
âObviously, I donât support anyone else as fiercely as I do for a man who isnât mine.â You shot back, rolling your eyes playfully before breaking into giggles to let them know it wasnât as serious as youâd pretended.
âAll Iâm sayinâ is, Iâd never wait for a man who canât commit.â You donât know shit.
âAgreed, I mean Iâm sure any Abbott boy is a catch but girl youâve been pining after this man since grade school!â
You knew the girls were well meaning, just wanting you to go after a man who wanted you more than you wanted him. Youâd die lonely before you settled for someone who wasnât him, it didnât matter if it took you a hundred years to get him to see you the way you saw him. He already did, you were just oblivious and put it off as some sort of kindness he gave to everyone. Rhett wasnât the kind man to everyone like he was to you, he couldnât give a shit if anyone had a place to stay trying to escape their crazy family, but he gave multiple for you.Â
âAsh you canât even talk, your man canât keep it in his pants. Leave mine alone.â You snapped, feigning niceness despite the venom of your words, tilting your head to the side daring any of the girls to try you one more time. Your sweetness only ran so far before it ran out, they were running it thin.
âGod if I was a man, Honey, Iâd be knocking down your dadâs door begginâ him to let me marry you. Scratch that, Iâd pay him to let me do it! If anyone supported me like you support Rhett, itâd be a miracle I wasnât knee deep in kids.â The girl next to you spoke, laying her head on your shoulder as she did so. It felt nice for your support to be noticed by someone.Â
âIâll be next in line in case he turns her down!âÂ
The girls continued talking about how theyâd love to marry you in another life up until the announcer came on to start up the rodeo. The rodeo on a summer night was your favorite place to be. Between the screams of everyone in town coming out to support someone they knew and the lights of the stadium, it filled you with warmth. You only half paid attention to all the bull riders before Rhett, wishing them good luck but not enough that theyâd beat your man.
âEveryone stand and welcome our hometown hero! Rhett Abbott!â
You were the first to your feet, yelling louder than you were the last time, making sure heâd see you before his run. Heâd whispered to you one night after a run, sneaked to your house to see you and thank you for coming to watch him, that you were his good luck charm. That he searched for you everytime he was getting ready to ride, it was a drunken confession but a true one nonetheless. Ever since that night you made sure he saw you, that he knew his good luck charm was there. Your voice rivaled his parentâs in loudness, depending on the night it was louder.
You held your breath through his entire ride, always scared to death heâd fall and get trampled by whatever bull he was riding that night. He never did. Always came out on top. He was the hometown hero, after all.
âRhett!â You called after him, running up to him as he exited the âRiderâs Onlyâ area.Â
âHoney.��� He smiled, scooping you up and twirling you around. It was the most affection heâd shown you, sober.
âMr. Hometown Hero. Always winninâ, huh?â You teased, matching his smile as you looked down at him. Aware of the fact that he was almost entirely supporting you with one arm, your core just getting a tinge warm at the thought.
âAlways, when I got my good luck charm here,â he nipped at your exposed collarbone, âGod you are one gorgeous woman. Donât know how the guys in the stand didnât maul you before your pretty ass got here.â
âOh hush, donât care about âem anyway.â You placed a kiss on his cheek, waiting for him to cross the physical boundary of kissing.
Heâd been close to it only twice before, once on your birthday and the other on the same night heâd first called you his good luck charm. Both times heâd been interrupted by a knock on a door and the holler of your name.
Your birthday is one you almost kiss you think back on frequently. Youâd managed to ditch your family and friends for a few hours, sitting in the passenger seat of Rhettâs truck as he drove you back to your place. You invited him in, no one was home so there wasnât anyone to tiptoe around. Showed him your room and locked the door. He laid down on your bed, moving onto his side so he could look at you as you laid down.
âPretty lil thing.â He whispered, tracing a finger from the start of your forehead to the tip of your chin. He used that same finger to get you to look at him.Â
The two of you laid there, staring at each other, for a few moments. Admiring the other person. If the rest of your birthday had gone horribly wrong, laying here with him made it all better.Â
âCan I kiss you, Honey?â He asked, already running his thumb over your bottom lip.Â
âPlease, Rhett.â You whined, it was airy and desperate.Â
He leaned in, keeping his finger on your chin and pointed towards him, his lips ghosting yours. There wasnât a centimeter of space between the two of you,Â
âHoney? Are you in there? Rhett Abbottâs truck is in the driveway.â It was Billy, the better of your brothers to have been home first.Â
âYeah I'm here! He brought me back and was making sure I was okay!â You scrunched your face in annoyance, pushing Rhett off of you and trying to hurry him out of your room before anyone else arrived home.Â
The night he called you his lucky charm was also the night you think you realized that you loved Rhett Abbott, like truly loved him. Heâd had his best ride of all season, gotten dragged out to go drink with the other riders when heâd rather celebrate with you.Â
Youâd gone home slightly disappointed, you understood the other guys wanting to celebrate with him but you also wanted to see him. You werenât greeted when you got home, not that you cared, but it only added to your disappointment that the people who were supposed to care about you didnât. Your phone had found its way in the middle of your bed, being left there while you took a shower in some attempt to scrub away the disappointment. When you got dressed and finally picked it back up it read,
3 missed calls from Rhett Abbott
Your face fell, how could you miss these? You clicked on the notification and waited anxiously as it rang, nervous he wouldnât pick up.Â
âHey, baby.â His voice was loud, he was yelling over whatever commotion was going on in the back. Baby was new.Â
âYou called?â Your voice barely above a whisper, gnawing on the end of one of your acrylic nails as you awaited his answer.Â
âWanna come see you, see my girl.â His girl.
âMy familyâs here, you canât.â Despite the thick walls providing a lot of sound proofing, you couldnât help but whisper in fear that one of them had a cup to the door listening to your every word.
âIâll park at the end of the driveway, walk around to your window. Please?âÂ
âJustâŚbe careful, please.â You smiled softly at the reflection of yourself on the screen, excited youâd be able to see him tonight.Â
What felt like forever went by before you heard a soft knock on your window. You unlocked it and pushed them open, leaning over the sill to look at him.Â
âRebellious rebellious Honey Tillerson, what ever will we do with you.â Rhett joked, putting his hands up on the window to hold yours.
âCongrats, Rhett. You did amazing tonight.â You took his hands in yours and smiled down at him, although you could barely see him in the dark.Â
âCause I had you, had my lucky charm, my girl.â His girl.Â
Your smile at that moment couldâve lit up the whole sky, the brightest thing heâd ever seen. If he hadnât forgotten his phone in his truck he wouldâve snapped a picture of you, probably wouldâve fucked his hand to it later.
âIâll be there, every time.â You leaned down just as he leaned up, hopeful itâd finally be the moment youâd kiss. Youâd be lying if it wasnât something you dreamed about constantly since your birthday. Your lips were once again, centimeters from each other when a fucking knock on your door rang out.Â
âHoney. Do you know where any of dadâs meds are?â Lukeâs voice instantly filling you with rage, didnât anyone in this house have anything to do when Rhett was trying to kiss you.
âNo, Iâll help you look.â You yelled back, giving Rhett an apologetic look before closing your window and walking away to go help your incompetent brother.
Now here you were, in Rhettâs arms, inches away from his face. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, that he was gonna feel the excitement and the nervousness spilling out of you. And yet, he didnât kiss you. He didnât lean in or pull your face to his. He set you down, he put your feet back onto the ground.
âCâmon, Iâm not kissinâ you here.â He read the disappointment written all over your face, grabbed your hand and brought you to his truck. âBecause the last thing I need is someone trying to get your attention when it should be on me.â
âAnd your truck is that much more private?â
âIt drives and the doors lock, your family seems to always need you when I do, Iâd say itâs a bit more private.â He responded, opening the passenger side door for you and closing it once you got inside.
He got in the drivers side and closed the door, locking the truck and taking a deep breath before he turned to you.Â
âHoney, I am going to kiss you. If anyone fuckinâ interrupts me I will become a murderer.â He placed his hand on your cheek, leaned in and placed his lips on yours.
You placed a hand on top of his, just reminding yourself that Rhett Abbott was actually kissing you. He leaned in further, deepening the kiss a bit to test the waters as this was the first kiss the two of you shared together. He swiped his tongue over your lower lip, a small whine escaping the back of your throat causing him to chuckle against your lips.Â
âCâmere, pretty girl.â He helped you over the console in the middle and into his lap, his hands caressing your sides before finding their way to your ass. Giving it a nice squeeze, heâd thought about this every damn time you wore these jeans.
âRhett.â You whined, leaning into him for support. Not because you couldnât hold yourself up, you simply wanted to feel his hands on you and the strength he displayed earlier when he picked you up.
âWhat, baby? What? You gotta use your words, you know that.â He whispered, placing open mouth kisses along your neck.
âNeed you..â
âNeed me to what? Words, Honey, words.â He sucked and nipped at one spot directly under your collarbone, he knew itâd start some shit in the future but at this current moment he had you all to himself. Heâd rather be a dead man than not mark you as his, hell heâd fucking carve it into your skin if youâd let him. Heâd ask you about it later.
âNeed you to fuck me..â You whispered, your skin turning pink at the confession and the lewdness of it all. Rhett wouldnât be your first, youâd drunkenly hooked up with men before but it was a different kind of need to finally have sex with someone youâd been pining after.
âWas that so hard? I can do that for you. Take real good care of ya. Fuck you six ways to Sunday.â His words turning you an even pinker shade, you didnât know he could say such dirty things but god if it wasnât the hottest thing anyone had ever said to you.
Both of your hats were thrown into the back seat as it became a race of who could get their jeans off the fastest, youâd win by a few seconds as your mobility wasnât limited because of someone else sitting on top of you. Your jeans would soon join the hats in the back, tossed loosely back there to just get them out of the damn way. Sure it wouldâve been easier to just fuck back there but the small cramped space of the drivers seat was spurring the both of you in a way you hadnât before that it didnât matter where you fucked. You just needed to fuck. Now.
âBeen thinkinâ âbout this. âBout you.â He confessed, combing his fingers through your hair before smashing your lips back together, giving you no time to think.
Kissing Rhett was nasty, messy, and you loved it. His mouth was on yours, making up for all the times he tried to but hadnât been successful in kissing you. His hands were roaming your body, caressing the newly naked ass presented to him. He felt like he was fifteen years old ago, seeing a naked body and losing his mind. But he wasnât fifteen and you werenât naked, he was losing his mind at the thought of getting you naked. Itâd have to wait because heâd become a murderer if anyone else saw you naked from this point on.Â
âThought about you too. Your fingers and how theyâd feel inside me, probably so much bigger than mine.â You confessed, taking breaths in between your words, staring at Rhett as he processed what you just told him.
âYou are the hottest woman I have ever met, goddamnit Honey.â He groaned in response, sliding your panties to the slide and playing with your clit. âIâm gonna finger you for a second, just stretch you a bit and then Iâm gonna fuck you. Okay?â
You shook your head yes and leaned your head against his shoulder as his middle finger slid inside of you. He twisted it occasionally, adding a bit of fun but never letting your orgasm build up. He wanted you to cum on his cock and not a moment before. He slowly added his ring finger to the mix, fucking into you slowly enough to stretch you and be not enough to get off. You wanted to cry when he removed his fingers, no longer feeling the fullness of his fingers, but it wasnât long before it was replaced with the tip of his cock.
âHow bad do you want it?â He teased, pushing just the head in and pulling it back out. Making sure to never let more than his head go inside of you.
âRhett please, need it. Need your cock, need you to fuck me..â You cried out into his shoulder, gasping loudly when he pushed the whole thing inside of you. âHoly fuckinâ shit..â
He chuckled at your response and kissed the top of your head, waiting just a few moments before he pulled all the way out and pushed himself all the way back inside of you.Â
âThis pussy was fuckinâ made for me.â He grunted into your ear, slowly starting to move just a little bit faster. âWhose pussy is this?â
âYours Rhett, shit, yours..â
He seemed satisfy with your answer and braced himself with one hand on the console and the over wrapped around you, fucking up into you like he wasnât gonna see you again and this was your last night together. His thrusts were hard and deep, youâd felt a fullness you didnât even know was possible until now, fast and rough. His soft grunts and groans were like music to your ears, adding to the warmth that was slowly building in your belly. The knot was slowly coming together and it was all the doing of Rhett Abbott.
âShoulda done this ages ago, made you mine, made sure no one else touched you.â He rambled, words spilling out of his mouth at a speed youâd never heard him speak at. âFuck, gonna make you Mrs. Rhett Abbott, shit baby, this cunt is so fuckinâ warm.â
âGonna cum, Rhett Iâm gonna cum..fuck fuck fuckâŚâÂ
âIâm right behind you, baby.â
He quickly brought his hand down to your clit and pushed you over the edge he had you teetering on. Your orgasm milked the orgasm out of him as he fucked you through it, making sure not to change his motions until you moved his hand away from overstimulation. The windows had long fogged up, only lines from your hair moving against them were left unfogged. He relaxed completely in the seat, breathing deeply in an attempt to catch his breath.Â
âHoly shit, Honey. Fuckinâ Hell on Heels.â
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Like Honey
Pairing: Reader x Rhett Abbott
Warnings: MATURE CONTENT NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, this one shot is smut, female masturbation, mention of vibrator, mention of sex toy, oral female receiving, face sitting, swear words
Length: 1526 words
Summary: Rhett catches you doing something you shouldnât, and instead of punishing you he has you sit on his face
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One hand on your breasts pinching your nipple into a hard nub. While the other hand was three fingers deep thrusting them into your wet pussy. Back arching off the couch as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm.
The only sounds that could be heard were your moans, and the gushing of your fingers as they entered your body.
Your legs spreading wider open trying to hit that sweet spot. There was only one person who could get you to cum with just their fingers.
That's why you had your vibrator on the side table to help bring you to release. That was the only way you could get to cum without him.
Rhett hated that he knew you had one, but understood why. He had no idea you were going to use it right now. The only time he would let you use it was if he knew you were going to use it.
You were so wrapped up in everything you didn't hear the front door open, and see Rhett standing there with his arms across his chest. A smirk on his face as he watched your body writhing on the couch trying to bring yourself towards your release.
"Miss me darlin?" Rhett spoke making your eyes open and pulling your fingers out of yourself.
Your cheeks heating up wondering how long he had been standing there.
All you could do was just lay there in shock that you had been caught. You knew exactly though what was going to happen next.
He always punished you every time you touched yourself without his approval or awareness of it. He always liked to be the one to touch you, and make you feel good.
"Tsk tsk tsk. You just couldn't help yourself could you?" His tone was mocking cause he already knew the answer to that.
His eyes drifting over to your nightstand to see it laying there being fully charged. Shaking his head and he crossed the room looking down at his feet.
"You were even about to use your vibrator. You really are just a desperate slut." His words went straight to your core, and you tried not to whimper at his words.
You felt yourself clenching your thighs together not having been fully satisfied since you didn't get to release. He could tell just by looking in between your legs, and still seeing how wet you were.
"Stand up." He commanded you and you didn't hesitate to stand. His eyes roamed your body up and down like a hungry animal.
He took off his jacket threw it somewhere in the room. Even though your body was hot you still felt a shiver run up your spine.
Watching him as he laid down on the couch, and kept his eyes on you the whole time. You awaited his next command for you, but the next words out of his mouth surprised you.
"Sit on my face." His words made your pussy clench.
You stared at him confused for a minute not expecting that. He could see the confusion written on your face, and he just grinned at you.
"You hear me baby? I want you to sit that pretty little pussy on my face. I want to taste how much you've missed me." He licked his lips as he said that teasing you in a way.
Rhett was the king of eating you out. His face always between your legs getting a taste. He could have you cumming within minutes. Besides he loved the taste of you on his tongue. He craved it without ever saying anything.
Slowly walking towards him you lifted your left leg first and then your right. Placing your pussy just right above his face your thighs on either side of his face.
Your hands placed on the armrest behind his head. You've never sat on his face before so you were a little bit nervous. Wondering if it wasnât going to be enjoyable for him at all.
"Fuck look at you just glistening for me. Your pussy looks like honey." He growled right before he gripped your hips and shoved your body down on his face. His warm tongue making connection with your folds.
Closing your eyes as you took in the feeling of his lips licking you up and down. Your hands moving to grip his hair as you heard him slurping your juices up. The sounds he was making were making you clench your thighs.
The scruff of his thin facial prickling against your thighs, but you could care less. His tongue then drawing figure eights along your pussy making you bite your lower lip.
Rhett eating your pussy like he was a starved man. You were always his favorite meal, and right now he was hungry. He was slurping and sucking at your pussy wanting to get every drop.
You felt your hips rocking back and forth against his mouth. His nose brushing your clit making you squeal at the sensation. His hands massaging your upper thighs and hips soothingly. Looking up at you as he watched you lose yourself in pleasure.
"Fuck you taste so god damn good baby." He mumbled with a thick drawl against your soaked lips making you cry out.
Licking your entire pussy from the bottom all the way to your clit. Back and forth his tongue wanting to get every single inch of you. Your mouth hanging open your breathing was becoming more erratic.
Keeping your hips still so you could take your hands and place them on your breasts. Massaging them as you pinched the nipples into a hard bud.
Rhett groaning beneath you as he watched the sight above him. Watching as your mouth hang open, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Loving that you cared only about your pleasure right now.
You were trying your best not to completely wrap your legs around his face afraid you would suffocate him. Trying to spread your legs a little wider so he could devour all of you. It was so hard though when he was making you feel so good.
"Oh god Rhett fuck me with your tongue." Finally finding your voice wanting nothing more than to feel him thrusting his tongue inside of you.
Feeling his hands grip your hips to lift you up a little bit. You looked down at him as you watched him stick his tongue out pulling you directly down on his tongue. Then lifting you back up again. Catching onto what he was doing you took over from there.
Lifting your legs at a better angle so you could keep slamming yourself down on his tongue. Your pussy clenching around his tongue each time. Him groaning causing the vibrations of his mouth to make your clit tingle.
"You're tongue feels so good baby." You whimpered making him grip your hips even tighter which would surely cause you to bruise.
Looking down at him you saw his eyes closed as he was ravishing you, and taking in your taste. The sight turning you on even more. Your inner thighs were starting to become sore, but you were determined to cum in his mouth.
You knew you were getting closer to orgasm when you felt your pussy squeeze his tongue, and your stomach tightening. Rhett could feel it cause he kept a firm grip on your hips keeping you placed on his tongue.
His lips wrapped around your clit, and sucking hard like his life depended on it. Your head thrown back and hands gripping the arm rest almost ripping the leather out. Your clit so sensitive you were ready to burst any second.
âRhett I canât hold it.â
Glancing down at the man beneath you his eyes opened this time, and his eyes dark and full of lust. That look was all that it took you to clench your thighs hard around his face, and toes curl.
Giving you a look that told you it was okay. Keeping you glued to his face with his strong arms egging you to finally feel that sweet release.
Feeling yourself releasing into his mouth moaning screaming in pure ecstasy. His hands them rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he helped you through your orgasm.
Your legs and arms were so tired, but you knew this wasn't over yet. Lifting your hips up off of Rhettâs face. His entire beard was covered in your arousal, and it looked so hot. Rhett looked like he had just been to heaven. A glazed over look in his eyes.
"My favorite meal is your pussy hands down darlin." He winked at you and you couldn't help but giggle your legs still on either side of his face.
That lustful look in his eyes returning. You knew he wasn't done with you just yet. Flipping you over so your back was now on the couch, and Rhett was hovering about you. A devilish look on his face worrying you a little bit.
"Now I want you to show my cock just how much you missed me." He growled as you heard him unbuttoning his jeans.
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Bob Floyd Eats Pussy
Exactly what the title says, Bob Floyd Eats pussy
Lmao I couldn't not use this picture
Warnings: smut, breeding kink, oral (fem!receiving)
You look at Bob and what do you see? A quite man, a man that doesn't much bother to push back against those around him, even when he doesn't agree with something.
To everyone around him, Bob Floyd didn't fuck, in every sense of the word.
They didn't know Bob like she did. They didn't see the side of him that she did. Yes, she loved the quiet side that was reserved for everyone else. The Dagger Squad, his friends back home, his family.
But she also saw the side of Bob Floyd that fucked.
The side of Bob Floyd that had her on her knees. The side of Bob Floyd that knew how to have her legs shaking around his head. The side of Bob Floyd that was going to put a baby in her one day.
But this isn't about that. This isn't about how Bob longs to spend every waking moment buried in her, stuffing her full of him until she forgets everything but his name.
(Bob Floyd was a man obsessed with the idea of her being the mother of his children. He had this image in his head of him with a little girl on his lip, a slightly older boy holding his hand. She'd have a tiny girl in her arms with another baby on the way.)
No, this starts out on a bed, as most of these stories do. She was laying there, wearing her prettiest lingerie when Bob walked in. Laying on her stomach, legs in the air as she wore that pretty green set Bob was obsessed with.
Her chin rested in her hand and her eyes followed him as he stepped into the room. But that single step and he was done, eyes wide behind those blue glasses as he stared down at her.
"Hi, Bobby," she said, voice sultry sweet.
He choked out a cough. "Holy shit," he mumbled, the tent in his trousers becoming uncomfortable. "All this for me, sweetness?"
Her tongue poked out from between her teeth. "Of course, Bobby." She reached out and took his hand, pulling him closer.
As soon as Bob was in reach, she pulled at his khaki trousers. "Sweets, sweets," Bob said as he gently pried her hands away from him. He pulled her up so that she was sitting on her knees and kissed her.
Kissing Bob. There was nothing else like it. He held her close to him and took the lead, gently pulling her bottom lip between his own. His tongue explored her mouth as he pushed her back on the bed, laying her down.
"You look so pretty, all dressed up for me," he mumbled against her lips. "My turn to do something for you."
He squeezed her hands as he kissed down her body. "Fuck, Bobby," she hissed as he felt her through her bra. His lips moved down her stomach, kissed over the material of her panties.
"This where you want me, honey?" His voice was barely above a whisper as he snapped the waistband of her underwear against her hip.
Desperately, she nodded her head. God, she needed him. So fucking bad.
"I've got you," he said gently and pulled her pretty green underwear down her legs. As he moved he kissed her thighs, and down her legs, dropping the underwear on the floor beside the bed.
His large hands were splayed on her thighs as he led her legs open. "God, look at you," he mumbled as his thumb rubbed across her skin. "Gorgeous."
Bob kissed her thigh before he ran his tongue over her folds. A gasp left her lips, hands moving to cover her mouth. "Bobby," she whined out.
As soon as he heard just how muffled it was, Bob grabbed her hands and held them in her own, let her moans and cries ring out as he pushed his tongue through her folds and sucked on her clit.
Bob Floyd eats pussy. Bob Floyd eats pussy good. His nose bumped her clit as he worked her, her legs clenching around his head.
He knew her body so well, knew how to tell when she was getting close. The way she gripped him, she was right on the precipice, ready to fall over the edge.
He squeezed her hands as she came in his mouth, licking up everything he gave her. Bob kept going, pushing her past what she could handle until he was desperately pushing at his hair, ruining just how neat it was.
When Bob sat up, his glasses were completely fogged up. He took them off and wiped at them before he leaned in and kissed her.
As soon as his lips were on hers, she was holding his cheeks, keeping him close. Gently, she hummed. "Y'taste..."
"Like you," Bob said as he pulled away and ran his tongue over his lips. And then he was leaning her in, using one of his strong hands to keep her close as he used his other to free himself from his trousers.
"Fuck, honey," he hissed as he held her tight. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna fuck my baby into you."
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