langdon's bunny

his presence was large and somewhat imposing on your new home. his rough exterior didn't match the cozy vibe that encapsulated the space. he was practically squeezing himself into the small bathroom, exhaling when he propped up his tools.

this wasn't really a long job, or at least it wasn't meant to be. but robby does get paid the hour, and your bathroom isn’t cramped enough to make him want to return to his empty house. not when he can fantasize about what you might look like in the shower he’s kneeling beside.

it’s maybe an hour later when you knock on the door jam, fidgeting anxiously. “um, this is probably a dumb question, but… i can still, like, use the other bathroom while you’re working, right? like- it won’t affect your work?”

robby almost has to hold back a laugh, but he gives a little nod. “uh. yeah. that’s fine. uh, listen, the problems worse than i thought. i’m gonna have to run by the hardware store really quick to pick some stuff up.” he stands to his full height, pretending to wipe work off his hands.

your face falls at the thought of having to pay more. “oh. okay, yeah. that’s fine. um, how much more is that going to be?”

robby waves it off. “don’t worry about it. don’t wanna leave you without a working shower. not gonna charge extra.”

“oh! thank you,” you beam, nodding along.

as soon as robby gets to his car, he’s jerking off. with no shame. his eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed as he thought about you in that shower. his belly pressed to the curve of your back. fuck.

when he finished up fixing your shower, he couldn’t just leave. he needed an excuse to come back.

he conveniently “left” his toolbox. perfect. it was no surprise when you later messaged him a picture of his toolbox and asked if he needed that back before tomorrow.

god, you were sweet. so sweet.

he swung by that night, heavy boots on the nice porch. you were there, opening the door with that big, kind smile. it made his dick twitch in his pants, his mind heading straight for the gutter.

you let him pass, assuming he’s heading to the bathroom to grab his toolbox. instead, he makes a quick bee line for your bedroom. he moved toward the window, unlocking it, and leaving it a crack open, just enough that you wouldn’t notice.

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he starts leaving gifts. gifts that make you look around when you arrive home and find flowers. chocolates. framed pictures of you.

at night, you’re oblivious to his visits. the way he creaks your window open, climbing inside. only to lay with you for a bit. and smell your hair.

you finally wake up during the night, a month into his endeavor, while he was brushing your hair with his very own brush. as soon as you so much as twitch, his hand finds your mouth.

his nose presses to your temple, mouth to your ear. “sh, sh, sh, sh,” he hushes, gently rolling you over to lay on your tummy and settling his weight on top of you. “it’s okay. ‘s just me.”

obviously, you’re more than alarmed. there’s no one in a hundred foot radius that you’d be comfortable with being in your home at this hour. you squirmed, but he was heavy. his filled out stomach pressed into your back, successfully holding you down. you kick your legs up, trying to hit his back, only to be halted by his knees separating your legs and ankles hooking over yours.

like his age seemed to convey, he was experienced, especially at keeping hold of you. he growled into your ear, “keep still, yeah? such a pretty girl. you think i don’t see the shit you like on social media? your secret twitter account isn’t so secret, sweetie. i know this stuff turns you on, doesn’t it?”

you freeze up slightly, face inflamed with embarrassment. your reaction makes him chuckle and coo. you hated how he was right. you hoped he wouldn’t check.

“you’re not gonna scream, yeah? not until later, at least,” he nuzzles your cheek obsessively, his facial hair scratching your soft skin. “be the good girl i know you wanna be for me.”

you nod so slightly, so hesitantly, he almost missed it. he leans back, his hand on your mouth now sliding to hold you down by the back of your neck. he straddles the backs of your thighs, dragging the oversized t-shirt up and over your ass to see your cotton panties. he clicks his tongue, smiling.

“look at this pretty little number. it’s like you knew i was coming, huh?” his hand comes down, gripping the flesh and spreading you open to wedge the underwear between your folds and the crack of your ass. “so cute. look, i knew you’d like this,” his thumb smooths the damp fabric over your folds.

he straightens out the edges of your underwear so it sits nicely, mainly just to toy with you like a doll. “i’ve been trying to wake you up like this for ages. wanted you to catch me, so i could fulfill allllll those filthy fantasies you’ve got up here,” he taps your head.

it doesn’t take long for his thumb to hook your panties to the side, making your legs attempt to kick up again. you whine into the pillow beneath your head, trying to twist around to get a glimpse of him.

“aww, look at her,” robby’s fingers glide through your slick. “she knows just what she wants. what she needs. weeping tears of joy just at the feel of my fingers, hm?”

when he doesn’t get a response, his patience wears thin, so he pinches your clit and growls, “right?”

the sensations makes you squeak and nod, stammering out an affirmative. the reaction makes him exhale through his nose.

“oh, we’re going to have fun tonight, won’t we?”

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i don’t know, this feels like awful… i don’t think my heart was in it lowk

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