Clementinelee

Grace Ashcroft smut. Warning for girls love girls relationship.

Grace fingers glided across the keyboard her head was lowered at her desk Her gentle features illuminated by the laptops blue light She lifts her head responding to her name a few strands fell as she did no I can’t - I gotta finish this first” she trailed off her lips separated in concentration you sighed and pushed yourself up needless to say you wanna sleep but she has her brightness all the way up making it difficult you’ve been tossing and turning since nine pm “come on Gracie. Please” the nickname slips past your lips and she huffs like she’s a teenager again “don’t you see this is stressing me out” she whined and threw her hands up silence came over you two after all you learned not to bother her while she works it apparent how stressed she is her eyes are puffy slightly red she wants to sleep too but cannot you give a eyebrow not meaning to be dismissive but that’s what it sounded close too “it can’t be that serious” grace sighs “this report is almost done in a hour- ugh i should have done it last week but it was that- thing..” she trailed off with self denigration “oh yeah it’s serious ” you quipped shuffling to your back her shoulders slump and she breathes out “yeah” she muttered quietly “i just don’t wanna screw it up” in hopes you’d leave her alone to work she turned back around. A silence came over you two again before you speak “i actually think it’s pretty hot you know all this work stuff” you praised your lip caught between your teeth. Grace stiffens as you got up and threw your arms around her neck from behind “your ridiculous..” She murmured her voice tired she leans back into your embrace her hands lingered above the keyboard forgetting what to type before it shoots out to grab your hand where it layed dangling from her shoulder. She feels your gaze bore into her back “I would even say sexy.” Grace hummed pretending to think about it “do you.” She frowns “yeah I do” your lips met with a quiet smack before Grace pulls away her eyes flutter dazed for just a moment before she composes herself by looking at her laptop forty two pages out of eighty two a quiet groan escapes her “I have like really finish this..” but as your kisses persist, she can feel her self and her resolves wavering “I missed you” she murmured softly leaning into your touch “no you don’t.” You replied making grace roll her eyes she knows your purely being theatrical “I mean it I do” she said defensively she didn’t wanna admit your playful protest hit a nerve. Certainly two weeks for work wasn’t that long “show me” Grace lingered as your shirt drops to your shoulder exposing a bra strap it was so innocently seductive it bugged her. She quickly averts her gaze far too shy to start anything. But you weren’t You were a Nymph a succubus dragging her away from her responsibilities. reluctantly her lips were on yours she grew in ease confidently kissing your jaw. You guided her to towards the bed. You were fully accustomed to being the one leading but Grace wanted to take care of herself tonight your encouragement made it seem less daunting when she was hovered over you and your opened legs it was like an awkward game of twister at first she spread your legs pushing you onto your back she whimpers quietly as she brushed up against you “feels good.” you murmured “mm” it was a grunt in agreement from a reserved woman she moved against you her breathing Quickened strands of silver hair sticking “s-stay still please” she murmured pleasure has a way of bringing her out of her shell “g-Grace” Grace closed her eyes they flutter before it lands on you disheveled sweat sticking your temple “g-god your .” The praise fell between other whimper she dragged her slick across yours first she shuddered and after you followed suit Grace pulls her hair back and laughs dazed, bubbly the kind that builds in your throat after a long day she joins you placing her hand near your waist “thanks.” You gave her amused but spent look making her backtrack “n-not for that. Thanks for you know. Being patient I guess” she trailed off

It was no surprise it didn’t take much to get Johns mood to turn sour a minor inconvenience to anyone would be a major problem for him to his surprise after work he got called for a interview ,god he hated those things the preforming. The lights the invasive questions . He plops in the chair attempting to take things in stride talking to the producers having trouble hanging onto his charming demeanor it falters as it felt he’s been preforming for a while the crew pounding makeup on his face the PR team giving him a rundown it all gets overwhelming till he has enough “Everyone out. He demanded in annoyance throwing up his calloused palm in dismissal the room got quiet but no one moved he glared around the room and finally did feet began to patter. He swats at your partner you and the other woman recoil taking a step back the woman seemed to get the point and follows the rest out of the room leaving you two. He turns back to you and gestured for you to finish the makeup you grip nervously on your brush before resuming. His grip on the armrest tightens the beating of your heart set him off more then he’d like to admit “your scared” it sounded like an accusation your response was nervous laughter the kind that bubbles violently in your throat before escaping “no- no-! It’s just. Getting to work with you. Is an- a exciting” your voice wavers he knows better then anyone that was an excuse he narrows his eyes at you like he wants to rip your throat out and for a second he thinks he might.His eyes roamed the curves of your breast un shamefully he knows no one will punish him for looking not even you so he does what he pleases “your lying” you looked up to see an oddly amused man. You swallow what you can and apologize for things even yourself was unware of you pull away and turn to leave before he demands you to stay “there’s something about you I like” he says calmly and adjusts in his seat as if trying to determine if that was genuine himself your bottom lip quivers and you thank him shyly “what’s wrong with you” he asked with barely restrained annoyance then laughs at the end maybe attempting to levitate the situation “nothing I -“ he cuts you off “I know” you raise your eyebrow hoping he saw how intimidating and dominating he was being but instead he claims hero worship though he couldn’t be more wrong however you agreed not wanting your skull caved in “I’m just a regular guy come on” he said with false humility you know it is that ignorant smirk ghosts his thin lips “just a regular guy.. that has needs. Wants ..” he lets his hand travel lower tracing the curves of your shirt you feel somewhat flattered but also unnerved. “Sir I-“ he cuts you off yet again “just relax” he murmurs softly and tugs you down to your knees he sighs relaxed “go on.” He encourages you. You gulp and softly pulled down his pants ending at the fabric gingerly looking up at him to check it was so sudden but somehow the thrill stopped you from critical thinking. “I want you to do it” he seemed persistent that you’d be the one to peel off his boxers so you did “fuck that’s it” he groaned it was a long drawl that escaped him. It didn’t take so long for him to slip himself in. He roughly ruts himself inside your mouth bruising the roof of your throat you gag around him his grip tightened against your hair as he felt how warm your bile was against his tip threatening to rise and blow on him “you better not puke on me” he sneered not to long before a whimper escaped him he forced it down covering it up with a grunt “yeah.” He closed his eyes his head lolling back tears brimmed your eyes arosual bubbled in your gut “your wet.” He said between breaths “I can smell it” he confessed making you rock against your heel his breath hitched and his body shook as he came undone from your mouth alone and even then he didn’t let you come up for air he held your hair down with a bruising grip allowing himself to empty himself inside your mouth only until he was satisfied did he let you come up. You gasp feeling relieved and incredibly aroused by what transpired.

Robert Robinson smut now this story contains mature themes such as intimacy under the influence but this is about a fictional character

Don’t MEET YOUR HEROS

It’s only been a week since his first day his coworkers invited him to a night out of free drinks and free curly fries under a guarantee they get to know more about their mysterious coworker Robert Robinson and despite his usual lack of enthusiasm to socialize Robert was tempted by the offer maybe today was the night to loosen a bit make new friends? He accepted the invitation and after his shift ended Robert yanked his coat off his chair and he walked into establishment it wasn’t loud there was faint music playing and idle chatter amongst people that he figured knew each other Robert sat down in a stool and gestured to get the waiters attention “whiskey ,rocks thanks “ his voice deep as usual the waiter simply nodded the cup hit the wood with a clank Robert felt like a throbbing thumb , sore and out of place there he was looking around wandering over his coworkers to see if any of them were ready to talk while he was deep in thought he felt a arm sling around his shoulder his first instinct was to flinch “yo! Robert let me get you a drink” a man said with a smile while that was slightly disarming Robert turns towards the guy with a forced smile “thanks man why not” he chatted with him for a while until a group started to form he watched as everyone began to flirt and well ignore him part of him was relieved after all he wasn’t one for small talk by his lonesome he sat back down into a stool until he heard the voice of a woman. You “hey” you said cheerfully feeling slightly out of place Robert turned to the sound of the voice he offered a crooked smile flickering over your choice in attire not subtle for sure “hey there” his tone calm” he set his drink down “making a late night?” He asked curiously you simply chuckle at his question and nod no looking down at your lap idle banter kept you two busy for a while “bad day” You asked seeing how he swallowed the liquor in hole “I don’t need a bad day as an excuse” part of you was charmed by that even if you shouldn’t have loose tongued and buzzed you squint at his face “you look familiar” Robert’s eyes raised slightly he shot you yet other crooked smirk “familiar eh?” You tilt your head trying to place where you seen him before and your eyes lit up “your mecha man!” Robert grip tightened on his glass at your sudden outburst he composed himself with other gulp his cool demeanor cracked for just a moment before he responded “yeah you caught me”his tone dripped with a hint of bitterness “the one and only” he watched as your eyes lit up he put a hand up as if to stop you “calm down calm down it’s just me remember?” He took other casual sip but he couldn’t help but find your fan girling slightly endearing “how’d you figure me out huh.” His tone curious as he attempted to be indifferent “your voice - your face.. your erm body” you confessed with a chuckle the kind that bubbles in your throat “oh my body” he repeated with a exaggerated raise of his eyebrow he eyed you for a moment longer before responded “your lucky I’m flattered and not offended” you chuckle sheepishly before confessing putting your hand underneath your chin “I had a poster of you on my wall as a teenager” Robert paused as he processed what you said “oh hell no” he muttered into his glass with amusement “you - had a poster? Please tell me I wasn’t wearing that stupid cape” you shook your head attempting to reassure him “I was a huge fan , you taught me anyone can be a hero even me-“ Robert’s amusement gave away to something more serious at your vulnerable confession you idolized him his smirk softened “just a guy” he repeated his tone soft it was tinged with a mixture of registration before he put his drink down “I’m flattered really kid but I’m not some. Hero or some god just a guy with some fancy tech and a few tricks” you huffed because he was so much more then just a dude.. “your way more then that your mecha man”you gave him a coy flirtatious look from your eyelashes the kind not even a man like Robert can ignore he let out a slow exhale and adjusted attempting to hide his erection “your trouble” he said 

Water boy smut this is seventeen plus I can’t say eighteen plus that would be hypocritical of me hope you enjoy my story there’s a warning for mature themes story in first person I know it wrote it that seemed like he was soo big but I Regret that now he’s probably just average being a average dude

Dilemmas

Firsr time you got there you thought Herman was a hot mess constantly drenching the place but there was something about him that grew on you intrigue maybe? , it was late not dark but not quite normal hours you put in some extra training you huff as you punch the bag with such velocity you decide your done it isn’t until then you realized you pushed yourself to your limit your breath came out in puffs you push yourself off your knees and to where your water bottle sat you took a eager sip only to realize your out. you look up as you heard other persons presence it was Herman he froze midstep when he saw you his fingers tightened around the rusted handle of the tool box “u-uh sorry” he stammered and immediately looked away from your scrutinizing gaze “did he even work out?” “I just came to fix this” your gaze softened as you realized he was just doing his job and not creeping you watched lazily as he fumbled with the tool box a few screws Clank as they hit the floor “you alright?” He mumbled and looked away like it was an afterthought you realized you must look insane huffing and puffing like this he must have noticed too he gestured to his palm with a nervous grin like it was a peace offering “is it clean” you ask skeptical though you didn’t have a choice to be picky water was water clearly you were gonna talk to Robert about fixing some of the machines just not today “uh yes..?” He said not sounding at all confident in his statement it was a mix of nervous sweat and water dripping from the tip of his fingers he quickly rubbed them on work pants and gave you a what he was hoping to be a reassuring smile but it looked more of a grimace “a-it should be clean yeah! Totally clean , clean water..” you shrug deciding to believe him and held out your water bottle towards him watching as he clumsily filled it water splashed on your workout shoes then he extended it towards you like a grenade and not a water bottle “no weird janitor cooties or anything” he joked but soon scoffed under his breath as if to chide himself for being lame you stare into the cup that seemed more like a daunting void more then anything you decide to just take a tentative sip Herman’s shoulders tighten as if he’s watching you swallow poison watching anxiously his gaze flickering to you and his hands trying to gauge your reaction “thanks” you said with appreciation you did hate when you ran out of water especially in the gym it seemed like a death sentence his shoulders relax and he sighed “your welcome..” after a bit of silence he broke it “it’s kinda late” he shifted his foot when you did you nod with agreement “yeah Robert is making us do this new training schedule he said if I wanna be on the team I gotta be good” you murmured not wanting to confess it but you sounded slightly self conscious “Robert is just trying to help you know? That’s important for hero’s and gaining muscle is hard” he trailed off realizing he was rambling again “yeah” you chuckle your cheeks flush at the mention of Robert after all it was no surprise everyone had sort of something for mecha man whether that be curiosity or attraction that seemed apparent to Herman his eyebrows shot up and he had to bite back a smirk “you.. like him don’t you” he asked causally pretending to be uncaring by tinkering with the fountain your cheeks flush “what no!” You said with protest that sounded a lot like defensiveness even Robert winced and put his hands up in a placating gesture that made your embarrassed stew “he talks about you a lot he mentioned your strength and your potential” your shoulders relax and your flattered by the adjectives that were placed on you despite how uncaring you seem Robert’s approval does often affect you in and outside the SND building “he does huh” you murmur a reluctant smile appears on your face Herman’s eyes soften as he realized Robert didn’t feel the same “he’s an idiot” Herman mumbled with sudden confidence that surprised even him he froze his face got comically red “n- not that I’m calling him an idiot just uh!” He attempted to backtrack before he coughed