clean! But for Bob Floyd!!!!!!!!
(For that NSFW ask you JUST reblogged)
Ooo this is very Bob Floyd coded!
It takes you some time to open your eyes. While you're not sure how much time has passed, you do know that you've never come that hard before.
Bob Floyd's mouth was fucking lethal. And if that's what his mouth could do, you were a little scared of his dick.
Which is what you expected him to mention, given that he hadn't come yet. But instead, he looks at you with those earnest blue eyes and asks,
"Wanna shower?"
It's then you become all too aware of your surroundings; you're in Bob's house, on his bed, whose sheets you have definitely soaked.
"Fuck, your sheets, I'm so sorry," you mumble as you try to get up. There's no way he would want to shower after-
"Hey! It's fine," his voice is soft, gentle, "I usually do laundry tomorrow, so they were going to get washed anyways."
Of course he has a set date for laundry.
When your friend first told you about Bob, you were unsure. You already had such shit luck on dating apps, there's no way a blind date could be better. Then your friend's girlfriend Nat vouched for him. She was a pretty good judge of character and if she was willing to recommend her copilot, he must be at least kinda decent.
It was worse. Bob Floyd was perfect.
He was an actual gentlemen. Not one of those guys that says he is and only holds the door on the first date. Bob listened, he genuinely wanted to get to know you.
At first you thought he didn't like you because he ended the date on an awkward side hug.
According to Nat that's just how he is at first.
But then Bob texted you back. And kept texting. Kept calling. Kept arriving on time with flowers. Kept slowly becoming more comfortable with showing physical affection.
Despite how wonderful he was, you two still did that awkward 'hey not that I'm wondering but what are we?' dance. You wanted to bring it up so bad and knew, in the back of your mind, that you could bring it up to Bob. That he would actually talk about it because he's a grown adult. But you had been burned before and spending time with him was just lovely, even if you were undefined.
Then tonight he brought you to the Hard Deck (you already knew Nat and pretty much the rest of the squad given her and Bob's combined stories). Introducing you to friends is a sign that you didn't plan to ghost someone, right?
He had left to grab you some more water (he insisted after seeing you take a tequila shot with Nat and Mickey). Not even a full minute had passed when some blonde Ken doll looking man walked up to you. Funny thing, pre-Bob, he would have been your exact type. But now you were reaping the benefits of having expectations. You wanted Bob.
Who jumped right to your defense. Who replied with "boyfriend" (same time as you) when asked who he was. Who after confirming that yes, you did mean that, took you back to his place and ate you out like it was his last meal.
Who now was leading you into his shower, pressing sweet and soft kisses to your bare shoulder. Who did not get an equal chance to come and wasn't bringing it up.
Instead he offered you his bottle of shampoo (actual shampoo, not the '12 in 1' stuff) and stepped aside to let you stand under his shower head.
He was so sweet and genuine, it drove you crazy. Bob probably wouldn't mention his lack of an orgasm.
Which is why you felt like the only logical thing to do was to get on your knees in the shower. For once, you actually wanted to return the favor. He made you see stars and was the sweetest man you had ever met, so why not blow him?
"Hey you okay- oh," his eyes widened when your tongue darted out to lick up his shaft. You never really thought a cock could be pretty, until you met Bob.
"You don't....have to um, you know-shoot," his head tilts back when your lips close around the tip of his cock. His breathing is uneven. Looking up, you can see his eyes shut in concentration, as though he's using all his willpower to not come.
Well that just wouldn't do. If Bob made you see stars, you were going to return the favor.















