Black Girl Who Hyperfixates

But all that to say, Herman’s enjoyed a couple girl’s shows but no one was special until he found you. Miss “HelloMsBlackKittyxxx.” Of course Herman sat waiting for the show to start; the website pulled up on his desktop as he sat in his chair only in his duck boxers. As he gets a little comfy into his start the live begins. The cam turns on, as a pretty thing comes on screen; a pretty light blue lingerie contrasting onto her brown skin. Her hair in (h/c) French curl braids that cascades from her back and shoulders. Giving a cutesy smile that made the wet man’a heart strain a little. Now that was something he hasn’t felt in a while, he took a gulp trying not to think to hard about it. She greets the chat with a silky voice that had a shiver crawl on Herm’s skin.

“Hey y’all, hope y’all are having a good day! But we’re gonna get into a better night, wow that kinda sounds dumb.” she laughs, as the red hair giggled along. “Well, shall we start.” A thick gulp went down the man’s throat as his eyes boor into the screen as her hands start exploring herself. Her skin looks so soft, he can only imagine that her touch feels so warm and can make the water on his body evaporate. Moving from her neck, sliding down to her collarbone then to her breast. A sharp gasp slips out of Herman as he feels a turning motion in his lowerbelly as feels himself growing. Adjusting himself to start feeling himself at the pace that Ms.Kitty is going. Whimpering as he slowly strokes himself as he hears a giggle, making him hesitate to continue. Ms. Kitty huffs as she cups her breast, playing with them gently as she continues to talk.

“Now baby, I want you to stroke nice and slow ok? Can you do that for me? Pretty, pretty please?” Her eyes looking into the camera, just so big and doe-like that honestly Herman felt like he’s gonna explode. He hisses as the sensation of both his own touch and her pleads make him feel on edge. Soft moans leak out the speakers as she continues down her stomach and the band of her panties. Fingers playfully pulling the fabric to tease the audience a peak of her flower. Groaning as crank his neck like he would be able to take a peak while his hand keeps pace. “Do you think you earned a look at me? Mm?” Herman’s vision starts blurring as he quietly answers the one-sided conversations “Yes, yes, please ma’am, please please please,” as he lurches over his desk as his hand speeds up.

After a small pause, she slides the fabric down to finally display herself, slowing moving her panties down her legs holding them up to give a naughty peak of her slit. As chat blows up on the side, Herman’s gasping for air as the friction begins to bring himself closer to the end. Fully flipping off her bottoms, she giggles as one of her hands held onto her back thigh as the other starts playing with her lips. Her own slick starting to wet her finger as she teases herself with light moans rings in Herman’s ears.

His stomach feels a spike of pleasure, as now he has both hands on himself trying to keep up his pace as he becomes more shaky by the minute. As her moans become more frequent, Herm’s did too. Watching her fingers dip in and out of her, Herman can feel himself at his limit. Speeding up, the last thing he saw on screen, Ms. Kitty’s biting her lip looking right into the camera like she knows that he’s at his climate. And something about that made Herman see white. Messily spilling into his chest as his erection soften; he breathlessly lays back into his chair as Ms. Kitty’s stream keeps going as she changed positions.

Fully on her back, her legs spread open as she fingers herself as a fast speed, wet noises piling on top of her moans. Her other hand encircling her clit as she desperately please, seemingly about to hit the end of her limit. Finally reaching a good spot inside herself, Kitty shakily moans, “O-Oh god, I’m so fucking close,” her eyes getting more dark as the pleasure washs over her. Chat moving so quickly that it slightly lags. A lustful smile plastered on her beautiful face making Herm’s heart thump weirdly. At last, with a sharp gasp; Kitty’s body shakes as she squirts. A little hitting the camera as she groans with her body dropping as her adrenaline dies down. As she simmers down, chat doesn't; donation notifications coming in back to back.

Herman actually doesn’t know how he got to this point and at this point, he doesn’t give enough of a fuck to. His mouth is being explored by blue lips that stains kiss marks up and down his body. Prism holds his jawline to keep his mouth occupied as another mouth was slobbering all over his cock, your gloss slathered all over his privates. Sucking as if your life depended on it, your brown eyes rolls up to catching Herman’s grayish-blue eyes. Alice peels away from the red head’s lips, moving her hand to caress your cheek as you lean it; happily sucking away. “Isn’t he so fun to play with, right? (y/n)?” Humming in agreement, you wrap your manicured hands onto his base, popping this tip out your mouth. Sporting a lustful smirk as you smear your spit all around Herman’s dick. The long man’s legs goes weak as he lets out a depraved moan. Both women giggle in harmony to his moans. “He’s so fun to play with Ali,” you sing as you gain another desperate moan that begs for more.

The water hero’s body had never felt anything so intense until this point. Having two feminine bodies exploring his, hands touching all over slipping around due to his quirk. As his moans draws out from his lips, both Alice and (y/n) come up to close in so all of them were facing each other. Pulling him closer in, all their lips met creating a messy makeout for all three. Overwhelmed by the multiple mouths, the girl’s giggles and moans. Being the first one to pull out was Alice as she grabs both of your focus while she pushes Herman onto his back, a grunt following a light thud. “Ok cuties, making out is hot and all, but I’m fucking horny and I really need to feel y’all everywhere.” She strokes his red hair as she sweetly gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Be a good little boy for me and (y/n) ok? Put that pretty mouth and dick to fucking work ok?” With a whimper and head nod, the dark skin woman gives a smile. Pushing him fully back and swinging her leg over his head, Herman gasps as she brings down her pussy straight onto his face.

His tongue presses her bud, warning a strong moan out of the multi colored woman. You let out a whimper watching as they start without you. “No fair Hermy, don’t forget I’m here too. I wanna feel good too.” Your hands gentle holds Herman’s member as you guild yourself over him, slowly lowering to bottom out. Mewling as the water hero’s twitches from the stimulation; making you shiver as you start riding him. Alice smirks as she guides your chin towards her, pressing her lips on yours. Darting her tongue into your mouth as you get lost by her taste. Hands smoothing down on yours hips, leading the pace as you whine.

It’s been about a month since (y/n) and Robert has reunited at the party; after the interaction they had outside of the building, (y/n) has bombarded the older man's phone with an influx of messages which was something Robert would eventually get used to. Their day starts the same: a ‘good morning’ message would be delivered, throughout the day they would shortly text what’s going on throughout the day, Robert goes on a tangent about what the Z-Team did that agitated him during his break, (y/n) would tease and levitate the man’s tension with talking about her day, by the end if day. They say ‘goodnight’ and repeat.

For Robert, it was nice to have someone to talk to outside of work; it makes him feel like a normal person for once in a while. It was nice having a childhood friend that you can just talk about stuff with, and it made it easier with someone who knows you pretty well outside of being MechaMan. However, Robert does push back a lingering thought, a thought that has been following him since he talked to (y/n) from the party. That chemistry that overcast the two of them in the parking lot, and it does leak through their messages.

Me: I need a drink after today 😒

(Y/n): I got a bottle of wine and tequila who would love to meet you

Me: I might have to take you up on that offer, when are you free?

(Y/n): Tonight, 8:30 pm. I’ll send the address in a bit, but don’t have a girl waiting for too long.

Me: Of course I won’t, when have I gone back on something I promise?

(Y/n): Well, we’re gonna have to put that to the test, now don’t we? 😚

And there it is, that feeling again. Knots turned in the pit of his stomach as he reread the message over again, mind racing on what she could plan. Shaking it off, he replies:

Me: Haha, don’t be a dickhead. I'll see you in a bit ok? Don’t forget to send the address.

Before turning off his phone, a notification popped up showing that she ‘hearted’ the message following up with a link to her address. With a small smile on his face, tucks the phone into his back pocket before leaving for the break room for the next shift. ‘She’s gonna be the death of me…’

-

A shift at SDN has never gone quicker than today’s shift; Maybe it’s the excitement for his plans later, but Robert led the Z-Team with a successful performance for the day. No fuck ups, no shenanigans, no bickering; he wished every day went as well but that’s something to reflect on later. Right now, he wanted to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Wrapping up the end-of-day meeting, the shorter man quickly walked out before the rest of the team could get out of their seats. As the door closes with a thump, the gossip floods the conference.

“Where the fuck is he going in a goddamn hurry?”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen RobRob fly outta the room before any of us.”

“You think he’s getting some tonight?”

“Who the fuck willingly fucks Robert Robertson the III? Even saying it makes me dry up.”

As the bickering gets more out of control, Chase sits quietly in the back corner of the office, brows furrowed more than normal as he ponders. ‘This motherfucka is letting his guard down and it’s getting really noticeable. He better not fuck around.’ The elderly man huffed, leaving the room unaffected by the loudness that faded away the further he got.

-

Robert sits outside of a brown four-story building, he has to say, it looked pretty nice; definitely nicer than his apartment. He hums as he leans on the wall waiting for his friend to come and grab him from outside. Looking through the glass door, he hears footsteps get louder the closer they get. A figure dashed down the stairs, and he could see curls pulled into a puff knowing who that belonged to. Opening the door, (y/n) smiles as she pulls the knob from inside so the brunette steps in.

The doorway could only hold two people in there especially with the door open. Stepping in, due to the space had to pressing his shoulder into her exposed shoulder as she wore a tight be tank top; it also didn't help that her nipples were hard through the cotton shirt and as he squeezed into the entrance, his arm brushed against her breast feeling the soft flesh and her appointed nipples that his under fabric. A low hum from his mouth as he swiftly backs into the wall behind him to act as though he didn’t just brush the girls’ bosom and the worst part of it all: he secretly craves to touch more of her.

He looks to his friend, “Well, ladies first Ms. Host,” as he stuck one of his hands out to gesture for (y/n) to lead the way while he focuses his eyes onto the floor. ‘Calm yourself,’ he inwardly sighs. If you couldn’t tell, Robert is very, very attracted to the woman who stands in front of him. Is the outfit she is wearing supporting his inappropriate thoughts? Well, her chest was not the only compromising area that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of.

As the tan-skinned girl makes she way up to her apartment, she walked a couple of stairs before him which perfectly gave him a scenic view of the ass that she was carrying in her black cotton shorts that did not attempt to hide her asscheeks. He felt like he couldn’t breathe the longer they took the stairway, feeling of warmth getting heavier the longer he was behind you. Luckily the moment was short-lived as they stopped on the 2nd floor, stopping at a door with a brightly colored light that had (y/n)’s initial under the peephole.

Unlocking and pushing the door in, both are greeted by a cozy one-bedroom apartment; strip lights are dangling overhead, cascading a light pick hue throughout the living room and kitchen areas. The living room has a light brown loveseat with matching chairs that circle a heart-shaped glass table. Parallel to the couch was a TV stand that stood underneath a mounted flat screen that took up most of the wall. Robert notices that on almost all of the walls, there is a variety of Black art and Polaroids, and he gives a soft smile appreciating the personality of the apartment that reflects highly on the owner.

(Y/n) turn to officially greet her guest, “Welcome to my humble home, she’s cute isn’t she?” Robert chuckles as he takes a step into the apartment, the smell of incense soothing all thatstress he felt earlier in the day. Leaning down to take off his shoes, he teases back, “Just as cute as the house owner.” Coming back up, the brunette feels the silence in the room as he notices the lack of presence that was next to him not even a minute ago; as he scans the room, his eyes fall into the kitchen watching his company take out a set of wine glasses and a set of shot glasses.

Gliding over to the kitchen island to stand across from the figure that was currently bent over in her fridge. Robert's eyes fall into her ass again as her shorts rise leaving nothing else to the imagination as his heart pounds faster the longer he stares; thoughts start to ramp up as he shifts his gaze slightly lower to imagine what the fabric covering her…kitty is hiding. Getting more lost in his imagination, he quickly pulls himself out as the refrigerator slams. (Y/n) whips around to see Robert’s cheeks this a hint of pink across them, raising a threaded eyebrow. “Why are you so red? Is it hot in here, I’ll bump up the AC in here, I don’t need you passing out on my ass.” She walks over to the thermostat with her back turned. Robert grunt playing off the perverted thoughts that plagued his mind. “Yeah, that would be great, I guess the walk-up just caught up to me.”

He takes the shot glasses and tequila that (y/n) pulled out and poured up to the rim for both of them. Standing next to him, he gets a clear look at her face again. Fresh gloss stains her lips, her lashes are long, and her chocolate eyes look like his toffee colored ones. Giving him a poke in the arm. “Ready to take a shot?” She smiles, showing off the tooth gems that sparkle on two of her teeth matching each side.

The gems look like light pink hearts and stars making the freckled man question how running his tongue on them feels. He hands the other shot to her as he prepares for the aftertaste. Holdingout the glass to cheers, and with a clink of the glasses, Robert gives a smirk, “Cheers to another shit day.” Heads tipping back to get the shot fall straight into the back of their throats, both grimacing at the taste.

-

The room was filled with more laughs and conversation than before. Before either realized it, hours had passed. A wine and tequila bottle been drunk away maybe an hour or two after they had their first shot. Both people are pretty tipsy as they ramble with slurred words every other sentence and giggling over little things. Robert feels like he’s on cloud nine, it’s been a while since he’s been able to have an actual chill night. Even better that he has a company that isn’t a villain he’s interrogating.

He’s so pleased to be able to hear everything (y/n) up to this point. Learning that she currently works as an assistant at a different superhero agency, on her days off she does volunteer work at a local art show which explains all the art around the apartment. Robert leaned back on the couch that they moved to a while ago, watching her passionately talk about an upcoming event she’s going to attend. (Y/n) is right next to him, sitting with one leg bent toward ps her chest with her arms sat on her knee and her other leg dangling off the couch. Angling herself so they can face each other as they talked. “But enough of me, what have you been up to? Are you seeing anyone? Got a cute girls your seeing?”

She shifts, changing her position to get in Robert’s face. He sighs, quick to respond. “You know I’ve never been the interactive type generally, you think I’m attracting anyone?” He rubs the back of his neck with his other hand. The girl pouts, “Oh fucking please, you like to think that you don’t have personality whichdefinitely isn’t true. You’ve always been a funny dickhead.” She laughs. “But I’m surprised, you’re a very attractive person. I remember when we were kids, we go to the park and all these girls came up to me asking if you were single.”

She continues as she grabs her wine glass, “Of course, being the little fucker I was, I said no and that I was your girlfriend. I wanted to see how mad they would get. And before any of them could do anything, you’d alwayscome and get me so we could go. Oh, how I lived to ruin bitches lives.” She bursts out in fits of laughter as Robert chuckles along.

“Damn, so you were a cockblock? If you hated me, you could’ve said so.” He teased, leaning to nudged her shoulder, taking notice of just how soft her cocoa-like skin was. She gives a light pushed back conjoining their shoulders together.

“Mm, yeah. What can I say? I only wanted you to myself! All those other lil’ hoes wished they could have you.” A reminiscing sigh drifts out of her mouth as she giggles at the memory. “And I’m grown enough to admit, maybe a part of me was really jealous of the thought of you dating. I wanted you all to myself back then.” As (y/n) talks, Robert stays silent. Taking in every single word she spoke, and maybe it’s the alcohol, but his heart is racing. Knowing that (y/n) had feelings like that for him back then, there was so much to unpack, but all he could think about washer. How elated he is was felt that way, maybe hopeful that she does still feel that way. And without stopping himself, thoughts start pouring out of his mouth. “…Well do you still want me?”

His chestnut eyes turned to her own, wonder and lust expressed through his irises. Feeling a jolt from the girl’s shoulder, he watches as her mouth drops open and for the first time in years, (y/n) was speechless. More persistentthought spill out of the man. “(Y/n), I… have been having conflicting feelings since we’ve met again. Part of me screams that shit will go sideways, but I can’t hold back any longer. I’m deeply attracted to you it’s driving me out of my fucking mind. I can’t stop thinking about the party, how pretty you looked. For fuck sakes, even coming here, I couldn’t help but check you out. I know that it’s wrong, I mean you’re my childhood friend. But you’re just so sexy, I mean look at you. But you’re Chase’s niece for God’s sake, he would fucking kill-” before he can finish his rambling, soft lips crash into his.

Her lips part as her tongue give his teeth a push, implying for Robert is to open his mouth. That being his cue, deepening the kiss as his tongue met hers. His large hands gently come up, his right hand cupping her cheek and his left hand holding the back of her head. Their kiss becomes more sloppy, moaning starting to get drawn out both Robert and (y/n) before her hands came up to his chest, gently pushing his back to break contact. The two panting from the intensity of the kiss. She pushes Robert back on the couch as she shifts to straddle his lap. Robert’s eyes do an up-down to take in the position they were in: she beautifully panting on top of him, his legs in between hers, and his hard-on being inches away from her constrained shorts. (Y/n) pipes up as she grabs the brunette’s face in her hand. “I’m gonna fucking kill you if you bring up my goddamn uncle again. And to answer your question, fuck yeah I want you.”

She dives back into him once again. Her hands roam his body to feel everything that he has, moving from his shoulders to his chest down to his slacks straining his dick. Pressing slightly against his erection to earn a hiss from Robert, shegiggles switching from her hands pressing him to her bottom fully sitting on him, and pushing her chest into his. Their hands were rubbing over each other in a frustratingly satisfying way if only the clothes weren’t in the way. Moans filling the living room as the make-out gets more and more heated by the minute. Robert’s callous hands place onto (y/n)’s lower back, fingers hooked on the hem of her shorts to push them under the cusp of her ass. As his hot mouth explores her, his fingers move back onto her ass lightly playing with it. Each squeeze and pull makes her feel dizzy as her moans get messier. While Robert gets lost with both his French kisses her hot mouth and teasing her behind; (y/n) brings her smaller hands up to unbutton his SDN shirt, trying not to break their make-up out as she reaches the bottom of his shirt.

She groans, tugging on the shirt to let him know she wants it off. Understanding exactly what she wanted, the man finally pulls back from the kiss and his hands from her behind. Before sitting up to take his shirt off, he takes one of his arms around her waist to hold her as he sits up leaning both of them into a slant as he slowly takes the first sleeve off then switching arms to get the other off. Watching in lust, (y/n) takes the time to take off her shorts. “Oh fuck Robbie, how are you even this strong, you’re literally the size of my thigh.” She heartily teased.

Kissing her neck, the man groans as he brings both arms around her butt freed from his work shirt. Being (y/n), she continues her quest to agitate him. “I think I’ll have to be gentle with you, I don’t wanna break you Robbie. Because this is a lot of ass I’m carrying back-” before she could even finish her sentence, a gasp leaves her as Robert’s hands squeezed her backside, arms holding under her thigh lifting her in the air as he stands. He huffs, seeing the surprised expression on her face responding with a smirk. “We’re about to fuck and you’re shit-talking me? Is this your version of foreplay you fucking freak?” Wrapping her arms around his neck to ensure her safety. “It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t talk shit now would it? And don’t act like it doesn’t do it for you because I can feel it, you freak.” She retorts, crossing her legs behind his back, panties hovering over his tightly fitted pants. The freckled man gives a half-heartedlaugh, unable to deny the comment.

Shuffling into her room, the door already opened to view a queen-sized bed placed in the middle of the room. Robert gently lays (y/n) onto the pink duvet, giving her a quick kiss on her mouth then moving his kisses down onto her neck. Each kiss inches down until he hovers over her panties. He gives one more look back at her face, biting her bottom lip as she watches patiently. He grabs the sides of the straps to pull the fabric off, her pussy freed from the piece of cloth. Flinging the garment to the side, hypnotized by the slick that forms from her brown lips. He gives small pecks on her inner thighs as moans become louder the closer he kisses towards her sex. “Fuck Robbie stop teasing, I hate being teased.” She whines, lightly trusting her hips in frustration.

Clicking his tongue, Robert brings a hand up towards her cunt, giving a tap slap on her. Gasping in response, Robert kisses her inner thigh once more. “You stop being a fucking tease before I leave you like this. You don’t want that now, do you baby?” His voice was so low, it honestly made (y/n) throb. Receiving a quiet head nod, Robert smirks. “Good girl.” With that, his tongue shoots to her clit giving it a fat lick.

A shiver shoots down (y/n)’s spine, arching her back as the takes over. The freckled manlaps up her puss, running his tongue inside and out of her. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, the girl falls back as she loudly moans. The louder they get, the faster Robert eats. Clenching her thighs tightly around his head and hand shooting into his short hair. “Oh, what the fuck Robbie, why are you so good?” She shakily asks, feeling breathless as a know builds up. He hums as he latches onto her clit, earning another chorus of moans. Finally at her limit, (y/n)’s thighs clamped around his head, her fist tightens their grip as she cries out. “OH FUCK.”

Legs shaking as she rides her high; Robert’s tongue is slowing down as he takes gulps of her ecstasy. Her head was reeling, vision blurred as she stared up at her ceiling. Her chest heaving as she feels the bed dip into itself. Looming over her stood Robert breathing slightly heavy. Still reeling from her high, she slowly moves a hand up onto his erection. Giving a fucked out smile, “Well, shall I return the favor?” She sits up, switching her position to sit onto her legs to fully be under Robert has he sits on his knees; undoing his slacks with haste as she give a joyous tone to see the ex-hero’s bleak colored boxers that lazily contain his solid dick. His pink tip peaking out if the hole of boxers, (y/n) licking her lips as she moves her hands to rest on each of his thighs, giving one last look up to the man's eyes been directed to her.

Giving a mischievous smile, she taunts, “You ready for me?” Giving a groan in agreement, her hands immediately pull down his boxers, his dick flopping out tapping on (y/n) cheek. “Omg Robbie, you should’ve warned me that you’re carrying a fucking weapon.” Her voluptuous lips catch his tip to give light pecks up and down his shaft. The tired man hissed as waves of adrenaline crashing intohim the longer she teased. “Fuck (nickname), stop fucking with me.” The girl looked up with big ol’ eyes twinkling. “Oh (nickname)? I haven’t heard that one in a while, Robbie you really know how to push a girl over the edge.” Without letting him rebut, she takes one of her hands to hold his base as she takes him into her mouth.

A sharp inhale is heard above her, humming as she inches deeper until her nose grazes her hand. The lean man takes his hands to hold the back of her neck, lightly playing with the back of her head. “Holy shit, why the fuck are you able to take all of me?” Gritting through his teeth, trying his best to thrust hip hips into her face. Giving a small pause which allowed Robert to find his breath which immediately left as she quickly bobbed her head. Sounds of slurps bouncing off the walls in addition with Robert’s whines, cusses, and drooling out his mouth the closer he gets to his limit.