SOULAAN

In that moment, his chest began to thud exponentially and not just from the set of reps he’d completed. The visible flush of red cascading over his cheeks as he stood up. Part of him wanted to be embarrassed and kick himself for getting all mushy. He’d never heard those words truthfully uttered to him and vice versa. Somehow, he was filled with joy every time they left your mouth. But it was just how you made him feel nowadays..those lips would inevitably crack with a smile and that deep voice cooed back to you in the sweetest tone. “Y-yeah, I love you too, babygirl..”

With that, the call disconnected and you’d try to finish out the remainder of your day, thinking about what was sure to be an eventful weekend.

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just as quickly as the workday began, it had come to an abrupt halt just the same. You had every intention to finish it out until five o clock when the doors shut for the next forty eight hours, but per Ryo’s constant goading, you’d construct some absolute bullshit of a lie and elaborate story about a family emergency. Even going as far as to put on the theatrics. All in hopes to leave early and have the week off. To your shock and somewhat of dismay, the plan worked! Fast forward, now here you are riding passenger on the heated leather seats of your man’s blacked out Audi Q8 as you venture out onto the open road.

Tinted windows concealed the two of you from passerbys as you gazed at the highway, exploring the surrounding landmarks and scenery. It was certainly a far cry from what you knew in your previous life. The only expeditions you went on were mission trips, all consumed by whatever reading material or book of the bible you were forced to read whilst being strapped to the uncomfortable benches in the white church van, usually next to an individual that you probably couldn’t stand. It certainly wasn’t lost on Ryo..he immediately picked up on your body language and how you seemed almost bashful of what was transpiring. Although your relationship had far progressed past mere hand holding and unrequited protection and you were no longer bound to the strict, harmful ideologies of your former religion, (y/n) still felt a sense of guilt and shame. As if you weren’t worthy of these sorts of things...that you didn’t deserve this life or him. It was as you were squeezing your thighs together, you’d feel his fingertips caressing the skin and gripping it lightly as a semblance of comfort and reassurance.

“You can relax, sweetheart. I promise they won’t fire you. If they do, I’ll just burn their building down.” Making his attempt at a lighthearted joke which you knew harbored nothing but truth! However, your mind had gone elsewhere..

“No, it’s not that..I just..can’t believe I’ve been missing out on..well, everything like this. I had no idea it could be this good.”

suddenly, you’d feel your eyes well with tears and before even one could fall, your boyfriend would reach over and gently grasp your chin, kissing your warm cheek.

“Well get used to it..after all, you’re gonna be my wife someday and I can’t have my lady thinking it’s only bare minimum shit out here. You deserve this and everything else..” in that moment, your heart began to palpate and flutter at his kind, gentle words. Having someone that spoke life over and into you was an absolute surreal feeling but one you could become accustomed to nonetheless. Breaking out into that warm smile and infectious laughter that made Ryo fall in love in the first place, you’d lean over, returning his smooch with a gentle peck. “I’m already so blessed because I have you.” Immediately causing his face to flush a warm red in embarrassment once again. He could never admit it out of sheer bravado and pride but you made him feel incredibly happy.

“Ahh, well..everybody can’t be as lucky as you. You got a real catch.” Playfully rubbing his chin and joking with you.

smacking your lips and giggling, you’d turn in the seat to check over your makeup once more. “Mhmm..okay. Well Mr. Grand Prize, are you going to tell me where we’re headed?” Out of your peripheral, you’d catch a glimpse of those pearly white teeth, specifically those fang like sides that were adorned with gold caps and grills on the bottom row. That smile on his face could only mean one thing: he had a hell of a scheme up his sleeve!

“C’mon now..that would spoil the surprise. No fun in that.”

“But Ryooo..” pouting in a seemingly frustrated huff, tilting your head with those adorable doe eyes that would make him lose it without fail every time.

he really had no intention of telling you because he wanted to see the raw reaction on your face. But…he supposed a little clue wouldn’t hurt!

“Fine, I’ll give you a hint….you’ll never want to leave once you get there.”

Naturally, he knew you’d have no idea what he was talking about. It was all incredibly vague and left much to the imagination. However, it would keep you occupied for a minute or two. Besides, had he been more specific and spot on, you would’ve guessed it immediately. Instead, he’d reach over and clutch your hand once more, bringing up to his lips for a soft peck.

“Don’t think about it too much, alright? Just know, imma give you a vacation you’ll never forget. Until then, you just sit your cute ass back and enjoy the ride, yeah?”

In that moment, he’d flash you a smile and your stomach would flutter as if it were filled with butterflies. Your cheeks burned in response as well because truthfully, you weren’t used to this sort of flattery and pampering. ‘Princess treatment’ as it had been coined. But with Ryo, this was just the regular…he despised that phrase quite frankly.

Maybe it was because he was older but treating your woman the way she deserved didn’t need a separate category. One day, he was going to sweep you off of your feet entirely and make sure they never touched the ground. For now though, he was going to give you a weekend you’d soon never forget! So you’d do exactly as he instructed ... .head planted back on the heated seat with your hand still intertwined with his own. You couldn’t wait to see what was in store for the days ahead.

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Sawgrass Mills, Shopping Centre

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“Oh….my…GOD! No way, look at this, Ryo! It’s so pretty! Look at the design on it.” If the words culture shock had ever personified and came to life, it would be (y/n) in that very moment. The two of you had finally made it to the city where your destination would be and a little earlier than expected….or so it would seem. Ryo had finally caved and told you about the luxury resort you guys would be residing in for a few days. To say it was fancy and beautiful would have been doing it a complete disservice. Passing it on the way to where you were currently located, your jaw fell slack as you ogled at the exterior designs and of course, all of the landmarks surrounding it. Scenic beaches, swaying palm trees and a lively street full of patrons who were dressed to the nines. You’d honestly never seen a thing like it. Currently, you were inside of Sawgrass Mills, one of the city’s premier shopping centers and it was nothing short of extravagant as well. Your check in time wasn’t until after three so you’d pass the time by shopping until your heart’s content. Naturally, as he’d figured, you’d miss out on an integral part of many peoples’ lives growing up and that was hitting the mall. Scouring stores with a group of friends with a Starbucks cup in one hand and bags from all of the usual stores dangling from your wrist….something many girls and women did all the time and yet, it was just another thing to elude you. Right now, you were having the time of your life, looking at clothes, shoes, handbags and makeup. Stuff that you’d always taken a keen interest in but either couldn’t afford it or were never allowed to have. You’d never forgotten the day when your shitty ex ripped up one of your dresses because he felt it’d make you look cheap and didn’t cover your ankles. Instead….

“You think it’ll look good on me?”

“Hell yeah…matter of fact, you won’t have it on long playing with me.”

Causing your cheeks to burn and fluster yet again. You’d just giggle as your boyfriend stood before, chewing subtly at his bottom lip as he eyed you next to the beautiful ensemble. It was a red strapless number; not as cheaply made as a bodycon but equally as form fitting and coming up far past your knees. He’d had a quick vision of how you’d look in it…those juicy, thick thighs of yours spreading as you sat pretty in his seat, that radiant color complimenting your decadent skin tone….sitting there none the wiser, looking innocent as ever in the face with a body that made him want to commit every carnal sin known to man and he nearly lost his mind.

“The better question is, do you want it and how does it make you feel?”

You’d stand before a full length mirror….a fear that had once consumed you as you didn’t care for your body much and it made you super conscious. However, you’d come to love the woman you saw before you. Not because of weight loss or even some drastic change, but because you started to believe you had value beyond someone else’s desires and that you were worthy. Not to mention, a loving man who spoke life into you every time.

“Well….it makes me feel beautiful. But it just costs—“

before you could even complete the sentence, Ryo would gently snatch the dress from your hand and turn you by your shoulders back towards the other selection of clothes. “That’s not for you to worry about. When I said get anything, I meant it. If you buy this whole damn mall, I don’t care.”

he’d never admit it, but when he saw that twinkle in your eye and the way you lit up upon placing that piece to your frame, his heart nearly exploded! Your happiness was something he could never put a price tag on. Nonetheless, he’d follow behind dutifully, watching you grab up this shirt, snatch up that skirt and practically almost trip over yourself to get to the pair of shoes you spotted. The old you and all of the individuals in your past would’ve had a heart attack seeing this new wardrobe. Lingerie, heels, bikinis, fishnets, short dresses….lipsticks?! You’d would’ve been exiled and burnt at the stake for this. By the end of this expedition, you had racked up over thirty five hundred dollars worth of items and yet, Ryo looked like a man who had just won the lottery.

“Thank you so so much, Ryo! I love everything. Especially this….”

once the spree had concluded, you’d find yourselves in the food court, resting your legs on top of his; feet sitting in his lap and nursing some smoothies. As you took a sip of the thick passion fruit flavored beverage, you’d wring your hand around; complimented by medium length French tip nails with pink charms, admiring the newest pieces of jewelry to adorn them. There was a really expensive well known store that specialized in handcrafted, obscure pieces. Naturally, once he entered and took a look around, Ryo had to make his first purchases of the day. The ‘this’ in question was a twenty four karat rose gold ring with a huge pink lab grown diamond centered at the top. It was absolutely gorgeous and you fell in love immediately….right along with the matching tennis bracelet seated next to it so he purchased you both. As for himself, he picked up a nice little piece of arm candy in the form of a bust down watch with a pink face to match yours.

“Yeah? That’s how my baby’s hand is supposed to look. Feels nice, don’t it?” Giving you a smirk, knowing you were enjoying the feeling of being flashy and over the top.

Make no mistake, it wasn’t an engagement ring quite yet but rather, a promise ring. He would’ve picked it out himself but he wanted you to have the experience of seeing all these extravagant pieces with your own eyes. When you got engaged to your ex, you got the cheapest ring possible with the tiniest diamond you’d ever seen and at the time, you were none the wiser that better was out there for you. Reaching over to grasp your fingers, he’d gently place a kiss atop it, looking over it once more. In that moment, when he saw you smiling, all he could think about was the reaction he’d receive when he inevitably proposed one day. Because he was damn certain you two were in it for the long haul.

“Well I could never repay you for any of this—“

“I don’t know what type of bum you used to be with but I wouldn't give a damn if you left me right now, ain’t no way I’d ever let you ‘pay me back’. Spend whatever the hell you want, you know I’m not worried about it.”

“You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Nah, I’m not doing nothin’ special….just treating my woman exactly how a man should. It’s a damn shame you’ve had to wait this long for it. This ain’t even half of what you deserve.”

and unbeknownst to you, this was just the tip of the iceberg. He had already copped several gifts before you guys even left home and had snuck to have more delivered to your suite, among other things. He truly was going all out….something he never expected to do for anyone.

“Aye, we should get going. Hotel’s probably ready now.”

“You’re right. Here, let me grab my stuff—“

as he stood from his seat, he’d walk around to pull your chair out for you, taking your hand to usher you from your feet before taking all of your shopping bags in one fell swoop into the other. All whilst holding your hand on the way out.

“(Y/N)…” giving you the stankest side eye he could possibly muster as the words attempted to leave your mouth.

“Yes, Ryo?”

“Didn’t we just have this talk?”

Ryomen’s physique was unreal sometimes and you’d tell him constantly how good he looked. Those giant muscular arms covered in ink, the barrel chest and chiseled facial features. A few women were staring as you tried on clothes and he bent down to leave a peck on your forehead, whispering about how lucky you were. One of the girls at the register even complimented on how cute of a couple you guys were. Nonetheless, you’d begin your journey back to the car and to the resort. As you walked out, you’d receive the text that the suite was officially open and ready for check in. You’d been browsing photos of the place whilst sitting down and you were absolutely gobsmacked at how beautiful it was.

“Baby, you can’t do everything for me. I have to do some things on my own.”

“Yeah, like standing there and looking fine as hell. Now leave me alone.”

knowing he didn’t mean the words in a malicious manner but rather a playful one. Truth be told, any time you called him ‘baby’ or said his name in an endearing tone, he would melt instantly and in fact, would do anything and everything for you. Continuing on to the car, he’d hold your hand until he reached the trunk, which flew open with the flick of a button and he’d neatly place all of the items inside. He’d then walk you over to your side, opening the door for you as he always did…before getting over to the driver's seat and firing up the engine with the push to start feature. You’d be on your way and Ryo was trying his hardest not to break into a laugh because he just knew you were going to fall all over yourself once you stepped foot into the room. However, what he didn’t know….was that he wasn’t the only one with surprises in store. You had a few of your own that you couldn’t wait to display. Something that was sure to take this getaway to the next level…

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The remainder of the day was nothing short of a dream as well. Upon checking in, your bags were whisked away by the bellhop as you explored the resort. It truly was like stepping into an entirely new world. You’d find yourself like a child in a wonderland, taken aback by all that you saw. Everything from the pool area to the massage rooms were an absolute dream….you couldn’t wait to check those out. But what Ryo was most excited for?….

“Oh hell yeah…..smell’s just as good as the menu looked. They weren’t lying when they said it’s the best in the state.”

…..was the in-house restaurant! Not just because of the A5 imported wagyu beef or buttery lobster that was cooked to perfection. But the chance to see you in that pretty little number you purchased earlier was all that his mind could focus on. After getting settled into the place you’d call home for the next week, the two of you unpacked your bags and began preparing for the first scheduled event of the evening; the dinner reservations you had set for eight PM. However…it was what would transpire post meal that would soon prove to be the main course.

As you clumsily traipsed up to the room door, feeling slightly buzzed from the four glasses of aged Sauvignon, (y/n) swiped the keycard, triggering the door to unlock. That faint clicking noise muffled out by your adorably obnoxious giggles. He didn’t mention it out loud, but Ryo just knew that you’d be a lightweight. Having only drank possibly less than a handful of times; consuming this much alcohol in one sitting had you floating. Although he had to admit, this bubbly, borderline air headed demeanor of yours was unbearably cute! Granted, it didn’t take much for him to find himself fawning over you but watching his girl act in such a carefree manner was all he wanted. Trailing behind you, he’d shut the door and lock it…catching you just in time out of his peripheral to stop you from tripping over yourself. He’d maneuver past a few stray pieces of luggage on the floor and scoop you up in his arms.

“Careful, love…take it easy.” Unable to hide his little smirk at your behavior. It was insane to think that he’d gone from hooking up with women who’d down a bottle of liquor, pop two Xanax’s and wouldn’t miss a beat to you becoming intoxicated from so little. And yet, this is where his heart belonged. However, all notions that you were inherently innocent were about to be dispelled and in a way he never expected..

“Why don’t we lie down, you seem a little—-“

“No no, I’m fine…swear. Can you wait on the couch f’r me, please? I have something I wanna show you…”

in that moment, his mind began to race. What could you possibly have for him? His first instinct was that you’d snuck and purchased a gift for him, despite the fact that this weekend was solely for your celebration. But he’d hold off on his conclusions or reaction. After taking a moment to gather your bearings, you’d kneel down in front of the assortment of bags from earlier and begin sifting through until you found two that you’d been looking for..

“Here. This is for you. But don’t open it until I get back, okay?”

A small white gift bag laced with pink ribbon and the contents inside had some sort of fuschia colored wrapping paper around them. The other was much larger but still had the same color scheme. You’d hand off the former to him before leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek and then swiftly turn on your heel. He didn’t have time to attest, ask questions or anything….he instead did exactly as you requested and took a seat on the suede sectional placed in the corner of the suite. To say it was huge, would honestly be selling the place short. Upon coming in, you were greeted by elegant marble decor…accented with black and gold. A corridor separated the entryway and the main suite. There was one bathroom and a large walk-in closet both concealed by sliding doors and then once you crossed over, there was a big mirror on the wall, the aforementioned seating, a jacuzzi nestled in the corner and of course, the giant king sized bed. To the farthest right, resided a balcony and glass doors shielded by white curtains. Lastly, there was a shelf and mini fridge that made up the micro bar. Full of assorted drinks and snacks to choose from. Although Ryomen was used to having his way and spending money freely, even this was a huge step up. He certainly hadn’t grown up in conditions like this and sure as hell wasn’t afforded a fair shot to get it the right way ... .so he took his opportunities any way he could and made a success out of it. Even if they weren’t always legal. Regardless, now wasn’t the time to dwell on any of that.

He’d walk over to the setup and fix himself a glass of bourbon on the rocks before gingerly sitting down in the middle of the couch. Spreading out in that all black dress attire…it was no secret but damn, did he look good! A button up leaving only the top two open to expose the tattoos and silver cross and Cuban link combo around his throat…..the sleeves rolled up to display those forearm pieces and that watch as well. Finally, the slack pants fitting so perfect against those toned legs was enough to make you start salivating. Unbeknownst to him, poor (Y/N) was squeezing your thighs together throughout the entire meal underneath the table! As you occupied the second restroom, cultivating his surprise, he’d turn on some music from the fifty inch flat screen mounted on the wall. There was something relaxing about enjoying some good quality booze whilst listening to a good tune. As he sat there, nursing the glass to the sensual sounds of Sade, he almost felt inclined to take a peak inside of that bag. But he’d never betray your trust like that, even for something so minuscule. Instead, his patience would prove worth it because as he went to go in for his third sip; head falling backwards…he’d hear the door unlock and slowly begin to open.

“I’m coming out. Close your eyes…I don’t want to ruin it.”

in that moment, Ryo felt as if he were in some sort of cheesy sitcom or romance movie and was loving every moment. Sprawled out and awaiting the reveal, he’d shut his lids as he heard the faint sounds of heels clicking against the tile. Softly chuckling because he figured you were about to mess with him in some way.

“I swear it better not be some shit you went behind my back and bought for me….so damn sneaky.”

knowing that you’d still find a way to pay him back despite this being all for you. He was only partially correct this time though because although these were your presents, he was certainly going to enjoy it just as much!

“Why don’t you open your eyes and see for yourself?” And upon uttering those words, his eyes would go from closed to stretched to their max; along with his jaw which had practically hit the floor. Ryomen was absolutely gob smacked when he caught a glimpse of what was before him. Standing there was a scantily clad, half nude (Y/N)….dressed in a pink latex microkini, tall heels of the same glittery shade and thigh high socks.

“You’re right. I am pretty damn sneaky when I wanna be….”

you’d strut over to him, not missing a beat as if you were used to walking in them. He didn’t know what to think or how to react…after all, the woman he saw walking around in fluffy sweaters and frilly dresses was standing before him dressed like she worked at the club. Those giant bouffant curls framed your face to capture that pouty, doe eyed expression as you made it over and kneeled before him.

“Wh—what the hell? I mean—damn, you look….”

so speechless that all he could do was burst into laughter. He thought his surprise was golden but you damn sure took the cake. You’d follow suit and begin giggling as well. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” His hands were trembling as they cupped your face and his cheeks glowed beet red, it was too cute! Not to mention, the visibly growing tent in the crotch of his pants. Nonetheless, he’d try to formulate his words so as to not say something stupid….never thought the day would come where the great Ryomen Sukuna was stumped. Cupping a hand over that rising bulge, you’d begin to explain away this little getup.

“You know how you told me I could have anything I wanted for my birthday? Well I thought really long and hard about it and the only thing I want……is for you….fuck the shit out of me. Make me your little slut.”

Between the look in your eyes and the way you uttered those words, Ryo could do nothing more than stare in utter confusion. His brain couldn’t process what it was that you were asking for because all he could see was that same innocent girl who moved in next door to him with no clue about the world. The one still shrouded by her own religious guilt and convictions. Despite the relationship, despite the numerous times you two had sex and everything in between….this didn’t make sense to him! But when you began to explain further…it all clicked.

“Remember all of those videos we watched? Well, I couldn't stop thinking about them so I got curious and found some more.”

See, some time ago, Ryo thought it wise and quite romantic for the two of you to watch porn together. Although it wasn’t always a realistic portrayal by any means, he wanted you to safely explore your sexuality. Try to get a sense of what you’d like and didn’t. Your turn ons, preferences and what you could tolerate. Naturally, you’d always thought of it as some carnal sin to view such material, especially as a woman but there was nothing wrong with it. You’d lie in bed, holding his hand as you masturbated….working those fingers in and out as he guided you to your orgasm; taunting and teasing you with thoughts of reenacting those scenes. He’d genuinely ask what you thought of certain things and how you thought they’d make you feel. Of course though, he held back because he didn’t want to scare or make you think he saw you as some object…little did he know, that’s exactly what you wanted to be treated like! Since then, you’d spent weeks searching every adult website, scouring the web for videos of new and exciting kinks. Learning the names and what they meant.

“Turns out, watching people be degraded and get their mouth spat in really gets my pussy wet. Crazy, right? I mean, they’re always smiling when they’re getting choked and slapped and I know it’s not real but fuck….it looks like so much fun.”

The excitement in your eyes could not be overstated. The way you lit up talking about being called ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’, how you’d play with yourself and wind up coming so hard to the images of anal sex, something called rimming and even seeing a man put a foot on the girl’s head as he fucks her from behind…it was baffling! You’d been exposed to so many new things, and Ryo felt responsible. He’d explained to you the importance of things like safe words before and making sure your body could handle it but he honestly deluded himself into thinking you’d just chicken out and never want to act on it. He thought you’d be fine with the albeit amazing but vanilla, sensual sex you had. Being held and coached through your orgasms, missionary where he could stare at your beautiful face and even some occasional backshots where he’d just pull your hair or slap your ass at best. But now you were begging for him to pick you up and slam you down on his cock, to use your ass or fuck your throat until it was raw…he couldn’t take it.

“I’m sorry if that’s a little blunt and weird but it’s how I feel. I know you don’t want to hurt me or anything and I probably sound so disgusting—“

That's when he’d stop you, cupping that precious face in his hands to not only quell your incoming anxiety over the confession but to let you know he wasn’t judging in the slightest. In fact….

“Goddamn, girl…..everytime I think I have you figured out, you just keep surprising me.”

letting out a hearty laugh as he couldn’t help but to revel in how foolish he felt. Here he was preemptively judging you and yet again trying to shield you from the world. Honestly, sometimes, he felt no better than your shitty ass ex for doing so. But this was his chance to show you that he saw you as a grown woman; respecting you as such and not some fragile creature anymore. Enough time had certainly passed for it.

“You know I’ll do whatever for you, love. There’s no judgement here. Trust me…I can give you exactly what you need. That’s no problem…hell, I like this side of you….” running his thumb along your lips before shoving it into your mouth for you to suck on. The way those eyes fixated on him and those moans vibrated around his finger, Ryo was barely holding himself together.

“But first, you gotta promise me something..”

“Anything, of course.”

“If at any time it gets too much, you tell me and we’ll stop. I’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable.”

it may have seemed like yet another damper on your parade and another way of infantilizing you. But even so, he had a responsibility as not only the older partner but a more experienced one as well to keep you safe. Rough, hardcore sex like this could be a lot for someone not used to it and he was certain you were oblivious to this fact but those women in the videos? Were probably high out of their minds or worse. So he was going to take every step to make sure it was safe whilst giving you that same domineering experience you were looking for.

“I promise….I’ll say something.”

“That’s a good girl.”

leaning over to plant a kiss to your forehead and move a hand down your throat very gently….immediately clocking your reaction. The tighter he squeezed, the wider your smile grew and it certainly wasn’t lost on your boyfriend. Even giving you a couple light slaps to see how’d you take it and the only thing he got was a sweet ‘thank you’; needing no instruction and just making that cock twitch behind those boxers and slacks.

“Ooh….yeah, imma’ have a lot of fun with you tonight.”

Momentarily, he’d retract to finally open the bag that was sitting next to him. Once he unfastened that ribbon and peeled back the tissue paper, yet again, he’d burst into a befuddled cackle. You’d once again had him at a loss for words. It contained a pink collar with a chain link leash, a rose shaped anal plug, as well as small bottles of lube and baby oil.

“Oh my God…” bringing forth that contagious laughter yet again as he examined the gifts.

“Is it too much?”

For someone with your background, it certainly was. However, you had put a lot of effort into this but he appreciated the fact that you knew exactly what you craved and desired and that you didn’t allow shame or past fears keep you from getting them.

“If my lady wants it, it’s never too much. Besides…I’m just kicking myself for not seeing it sooner. Now…tongue out…let’s get this on you first.” Reaching for the collar and chain, he’d fasten that around your throat, before grasping the top of your head. He’d take a moment to examine you, admiring how cute you looked beneath him like this. That chain would wrap around his knuckles as he tugged you a little closer. Your man wasn’t saying much yet but his gaze told it all…..he was going to take equal pleasure in defiling you! That menacing grin overtook his face and in a split moment, Ryomen was on his feet and towering substantially over you. If you already didn’t feel small next to him, this certainly placed it into perspective. Keeping that grip atop your head nice and firm, he’d use the hand housing that chain to unhook his belt and pants. Watching him maneuver so smoothly had you turned on in and of itself. Moments later, they were shuffled to his waist along with his boxers….revealing that ever present bulge in them. “Got my shit so fucking hard already…..” mumbling with that deep voice, making you quiver.

Suddenly, he’d snatch your head closer, and with that grasp, glide your face along his clothed crotch ... .instructing you to place kisses on that bulge. Tousling it around for a moment, Ryo stroked his shaft and hoisted it so that you could feel the imprint of his balls as well. “That’s it…let me know how bad you want it.” After watching you paw at it for a few minutes, he could tell you’d grown antsy and was in desire of the real thing. That much was apparent by the way you’d whimper against it. So without another second wasted, your boyfriend unsheathed that thick member and slapped it across your face. Once again, he’d break into subtle laughter at the sight. Bucking those toned hips ever so slightly to rub himself across your features; just barely smearing that sticky gloss. No matter how many times you saw it, you’d never get over the size of this shit! That thick, juicy, veiny cock was every bit of nine inches and although he never forced you to take the entire thing, you were going to be trained today. By the time he finished, all of those holes would be accustomed to the full shape.

“You’re so cute….did this makeup all pretty just for me….

That’s when you’d feel that collar constrict and your mouth jolted wide open by the force. Suddenly, that snarky little grin on your face shifted to one of shock as you found that cock shoved between those plump lips. He was wasting no time in training you to be his personal whore. A quick few pumps in and out, followed by soft gagging emitted light strings of saliva that fell to your chest. That was merely to get you warmed up but now?…

“…Too bad I’m about to ruin that shit...” cackling right before thrusting full speed ahead into your oral cavity. And these were no slow movements by any means. Ryo was bucking his hips forward with lots of force as he wasn’t interested in holding back. His grip kept your head secure whilst that cock pounded those jaws….that tongue brushing against the underside of his shaft as your wet, warm mouth encompassed it whole. (Y/N)’s head bobbed back and forth thanks to his guidance and those moans grew louder, reverberating against it. Meanwhile, he’d become a lot more vocal as well. Taunting and spouting off that demeaning, aggressive language you’d been dying for. You loved being treated so delicately any other time but in the bedroom? There was no room for that. He was going to test if you could really handle it though.

“Mmm…yes. Throat that dick, bitch. Get it nice and sloppy…” his whole attitude had shifted. No longer did he feel the need to restrain himself or be ‘gentle’. This is what you begged for so there was no turning back. “This is what you’re really made for, baby. You’re so good at it…should’ve done this so much sooner.” Speeding up those strokes, Ryo pounded your upper half relentlessly….watching those beads of spit spill to your chest. “Let me see those pretty fucking tits..they looked so good in your dress earlier.” Roughly pulling them from that top to unveil those stiffened nipples. He’d then tug that collar to halt you for just a second so he could lob a couple droplets onto your tongue. “What do you say?” “Thank you, daddy.” “Oooh….and she’s got manners. Such a sweet girl.” Pleased with your response, he’d reward you with a slap to your cheek before all but dislocating your jaw to shove it back in. “That’s right…keep sucking. Until you start to choke and that spit is everywhere.” This certainly felt very different from when you’d normally perform oral sex on him. It was always so sensual and if you didn’t want to do it, then he’d never ask or force. He’d just rather go pleasure himself than to ever coerce you into anything sexual. “Don’t forget the balls either. Jerk me off when you do it…nasty fucking slut.” He was much less careful in how he maneuvered you around. Snatching your head in multiple directions, brutally fucking your throat and even pressing that tip through your cheek whilst slapping you in it. “Fucking slut..you love it, don’t you? Moaning around me like that..” All the while, that slutty mouth remained drenched in lubrication; letting him know you were enjoying every moment. That’s when those last couple of inches would find their way into your mouth and for a moment, Ryo would hold it there with no chance for you to escape.

Tossing his head back onto his shoulders, your boyfriend kept yours in place until he saw fit. You’d gag, claw at his thighs and even go slack jawed but this is what it meant to be a complete submissive.

“Through your nose…breathe. I’m not coming out of this fucking throat until I’m good and well ready..you’re just gonna have to get used to it.”

That's when you’d begin to emit those fated noises and saliva everywhere. Seeping down onto your chest, coating those pretty tits as well. But finally, only after strings of precum began to seep, he would release your esophagus and retract, leaving behind an abundance of gag spit ... .as well as having you all out of sorts; coughing and struggling to catch your breath. Naturally, he’d make sure you were okay. He’d always stressed the importance of frequent check-ins during sex. He felt like even the most experienced and freakiest people could benefit from it.

“Look at me….how you feel?” Holding you up by the chin. And your response truly caught him off guard.”

“I’m fine….just really fucking wet right now..”

“Oh? That felt good, huh?” Nodding your head with a giant smile on your face in response.

“I’m glad, because we’re not even close to being done. Now crawl over here to the couch.” And like an obedient little pet, you’d do exactly that. With your breasts exposed, makeup and hair a mess and those knees a little sore, you’d position yourself onto all fours. Strutting like a lioness through the Sahara…that glare in your eyes obviously so hungry for more. With his stiffened cock still sprang out, Ryo would gently stroke it as you made home on the suede red cushions.

“Stick that fucking ass out and keep your back arched….there we go.” He had to take a moment to admire the beauty that was your body….that thick ass, plump thighs and pudgy tummy. It was something so beautiful about all of those parts being cohesive and all your life, you’d heard that your body wasn’t ‘healthy’ or desirable. Which never made sense because you’d never been sick a day in your life and you found it to be quite attractive. You were told that a man could never love you as you existed and now, you had one who worshiped the ground you walked on. It was all bullshit conditioning to break your self worth. Ryomen on the other hand, never went one moment without letting you know how sexy you looked. “You know you’re the shit. You don’t need me or anyone else to tell you that. They were just tryna’ humble you, love. Don’t listen to that fucking nonsense they were talking.” Make no mistake, he’s dated women of all sizes, shapes, colors and creeds but a woman with some thickness and the stretch marks to match? He wasn’t coming up off of it!

Nonetheless, after watching you instinctively bounce that ass and mindlessly stroking himself to the image for a minute straight, he’d snap out of his trance.

“Damn…can’t even think straight with your lil’ freaky ass. Should’ve known you were gonna be a problem when I fucked you the first time..” Which only served to make you giggle even louder. “I’m sorryyy, I can’t help it..”

giving a fake pout whilst those big round eyes and false lashes batted at him. He would like to think he was responsible for this shift in you but something told him this side had been lying dormant for a while, just waiting on the correct person to bring it forth. Now that you were free to do as you pleased, there was no limitation. Nonetheless, he’d smack his lips before joining you; knee first on the plush cushions before giving you an incredibly hard slap on those fat cheeks. They’d ripple instantly and you’d let out a loud yelp as a result. “You’re a terrible liar, sweetheart. But that’s okay…I kinda like it when you pretend to be innocent.” Suddenly, it were as if a ravenous beast had awoken inside of him and he was bearing his fangs. He’d flash those silver capped teeth and bottom grill before leaving a handful of hard smacks on that perfect ass. “….because I get to be the one to take it.” You would jolt with each one and cry out in painful pleasure. It was something that was always synonymous with punishment but you really loved the feeling…it invoked a sensation like you’d never experienced. As he went on, those movements grew harder and (y/n) eventually became speechless, only riddled with tears of joy. “…oh fuck….” Breathlessly muttering as they began to sting. No warning or prep, just right into it. This is what it meant to be ‘fucked like a slut’ as you so sweetly put it.

“What? Did you think I was going to be gentle or somethin’? Hold your hand? Baby, this is what you asked for….don’t cry now.” Maniacally laughing as he continued on. After a few more spanking motions, mahogany colored marks began to form on your skin and it felt like you’d been sitting on hot concrete. “Begging me to do all this and you’re already whining? I’m starting to think you’re not built for it….” Taunting you relentlessly. Even so, with tears welling in your eyes and a few staining your cheek, that smile never faded. Meanwhile, the restriction from the collar provided even more pleasure to the mix and the wetness between your thighs was only growing larger…so much so, it began to drool down your leg. If you didn’t do something soon, you’d implode. But alas, your man was coming to the rescue yet again. Kneeling down further, he’d shock you once more and spread that sore bottom wide open and without a word, peeled the thong back and shoved his tongue into your aching hole. Prodding it in and out as he tenderly massaged those asscheeks.

“That’s okay. You just need a little…loosening up. I got you.” Teasing before shoving two digits inside of that dripping pussy whilst his tongue explored your tight asshole. You weren’t used to this much stimulation at once and it was apparent by the way your jaw fell slack yet again before a shrill cry arose from your throat. Meanwhile, he’d still keep a grasp on that leash; ensuring you stayed reigned in as he had his fill. “Goddamn…you taste so fucking good, you know that?” At that moment, you came to the realization that this was solely for his pleasure and he’d return to the surface once that need was met. For now, he’d continue delving deep into those orifices….those thick fingers thrusting in and out of your fertile cunt, already leaking with cream prematurely from being so overly stimulated. “Yeah, finger that fucking pussy while you play in my ass, baby….I love it.” Sucking your teeth as you uttered those lewd words. It was something so cathartic about listening to you talk in such a manner. “Bossing me around, yeah? That’s okay, I like it…talk that shit to me…” By now, you were finally becoming acclimated to this feeling. But just when you thought things were finally getting familiar ... .he'd switch it up yet again! Ryo would continue to bury himself face first in the center of that plump, juicy ass and lather your hole with his oral fluids. Even leaning up just an inch to spit into it….and get right back to sopping up all of those sweet nectars and flavors. Gripping the fat flesh, he’d then speed up with his fingers inside of your other hole; curling and hooking them around in a motion that landed directly on your g-spot.

“Fuck!….Ryo…wait—please, I—“

where you would’ve been met with concern and sympathy from your man, he wasn’t feeling nearly as generous tonight. When you tried to make so much as an inch to get away from him, he’d pull that collar tighter and smack your ass as a signal to not try anything. And because he knew you weren’t in any imminent distress, you’d just never had both holes ate at once.

“Aht aht….where the fuck you’ going? I didn’t say I was done yet.” Only finding yourself greeted with a scowl and another smack to the butt. Now you were resigned to sit here until he felt compelled to let you go. Gripping the cushions in front of you as some semblance of comfort, (Y/N) howled out in pleasure, attempting to thrust backwards onto his face….trying to prove that you could handle it but the feeling was insane. However, this was merely the precursor to the real thing. As a show of mercy, he’d take a quick detour down your thighs and legs, rubbing them before marking the skin with soft kisses. Even hoisting them to place kisses on your feet. Whilst those digits remained inside of your pussy, he’d toss off those heels and suckle on your toes for a moment. Letting out loud moans mixed with airy giggles, you’d ride those fingers…whirling around as he sped up the pace. Meanwhile, you couldn’t get over this new feeling either. “Fuck, baby….” You could hear your own wetness sloshing around underneath and that squelching sound of your tight cunt being manipulated. Finding a perfect balance of alternating between both entrances ; getting his face coated in your stickiness in the process.

“This should open you up reallll nice…”

there was that deviant laugh of his yet again and this time, he really had gotten the drop on you. Stealthily reaching underneath your frame whilst you were distracted by being fingered and retrieved the last three items. First, he’d remove the cap and coat that puckering hole with lube, as well as the metal plug itself. Once both were slicked up enough, he’d gently rub his thumb across it before popping it in and out, merely for his own gratification.

“Aww, does that thumb in your tight lil’ ass feel good, sweetheart?….” Cooing and taunting with that deep, raspy tone…knowing damn well you were only seconds from falling apart. Sweat pooling on your forehead and brow bone, breaths growing more shallow by the second and tears dripping down your cheek….not to mention the sloppy, wet mess you’d made around his fingers and wrist.

“….get used to it. Because once that goddamn plug comes out, I’m stretching it out on this dick..”

pulling your head back once more by that collar as he finally came up for air; retracting those fingers at the same time. But before doing that, he’d tilt your chin up with a hand cupped around it as he leaned over to shove his tongue in your mouth. Feeding you those sloppy, nasty kisses along with your flavor.

“Taste yourself, you nasty slut…how fucking sweet you are.” Straightening his frame but not before lobbing extra spit down your throat and another set of pats on the cheek. Whilst he did so, he’d go ahead and push that toy in, watching it disappear until only the pink rose remained. Your face instantly went blank and those jaws fell slack.

“Don’t worry, you’ll adjust….”

Typically, you guys’ go to was some gentle missionary. Make no mistake, he still found himself knee deep in your guts with your nails clawing his back but tonight, he wanted to truly grant you the experience you’d been asking for. That forceful, rough, ‘make it fit, make me take it’ kind of fucking! The kind where you could plead all you want but he wasn’t going to listen. Nonetheless, Ryo had been patient long enough but honestly, he or his pulsating cock couldn’t take another moment. He needed to be inside of you immediately. Taking a moment to completely disrobe himself, you’d get a tiny break to recharge but it wouldn’t last for long. Because as he finally stepped out of those shoes and socks, discarding them in the corner, you were in his clutches yet again.

“Face down in the fucking couch and I’m not asking again…hurry up.”

as you moved to fulfill his demand, he’d take the liberty of placing a leg on the side of you; hoisting it up for his own leverage.

“You were close…probably about to bust. But the only way you’re coming is if it’s all over my dick…. I wanna see you explode...” Spouting off whilst mounting behind you. His right palm making home on your hips as he ushered you back. Finally, in the position he desired, Ryo would stroke his shaft before using it to guide the tip along your aching slit. Those soft folds quivered with each movement and you could barely take anymore…

“..so give me what I want..” upon him uttering those words, (Y/N) found yourself stuffed full of that thick, throbbing cock. The initial sound of the stretch was enough to make him lose it. But instead, he’d maintain his composure and get acclimated. There was no time for slow, gentle thrusts to help you get adjusted….instead, he’d begin with a somewhat sped up pace. Feeding you deeper strokes than normal. Each one feeling better than the last; coupled with the stimulation of that plug in your ass, you were floating. Your head remained buried into the cushion as only your backside was arched in the air. Exactly like those girls in the videos…

“That’s right, love….this is what you wanted. To be treated like a whore…nothing but a wet hole for me to use…for my pleasure.”

as he’d spout off those insults, he’d keep thrusting….watching those thick cheeks ricochet off of his thighs. “I mean, look at how creamy you are on this dick…you must really love it.” The view and feeling were both indescribable. That’s when it clicked as to what could possibly make it better. “Can’t believe I almost forgot…” cackling to himself as he reached down to grab the baby oil, the final item in the bag. Unscrewing the cap whilst not missing a beat, he’d flip the container of clear liquid upside down and let it drizzle over that beautiful brown skin. The sounds of clapping flesh only reverberated with the added fluid. It was something so satisfying about seeing your round cheeks all glistened up and shiny. He honestly did feel as though the two of you were in a porno.

“Yeah, that’s it….that's what I needed.”

Now he felt as if he could really get in it. Speeding up that pace, Ryo crossed his hands around the small of your back, pounding into that juicy cunt with sheer force; prompting those fat balls to slap against your clit. That white substance was slathered all over his shaft because of you but he craved it…needed to see the results of his efforts, after all. “I—oh fuck! So good…so fucking deep in me…” He’d notice your tongue was dangling out of your mouth and wagging, muttering incoherent babble so he couldn’t help but to tease you for it.

“Yeah, go dumb on this big dick, slut. ‘Can’t even think straight or form a sentence. That’s all you’re good for right now…just letting me use this tight fucking pussy.” Suddenly, you’d feel those thrusts get a little harder and that asphyxiation from your collar again. As well as that foot gently pressing into the side of your skull.

“Say it… ‘I’m just a dumb whore for you, daddy…all of my holes belong to you.”

and without hesitation, you’d repeat the words directly back with that sweet little tone he loved so much. He’d spout off a couple more prompts for you to recite back to him and you’d do so with the utmost quickness as well. Each one invoking feelings you’d never had before.

“I’m only good for taking your dick, daddy…thank you for fucking me so good.”

“My only purpose in life is to get stretched and filled up with your cum…I should be thankful.”

Upon uttering those words, a smile would creep across your face, as well as his own. “Fuck, you just squeezed me real tight when you said that shit…I knew you were a freak, baby…. you just needed the right person to bring it out.”

Every day, he was grateful you found your way into his life!

Continuing forth, Ryo kept pounding until it felt as if you were trying to push him out. You were shaking, moaning and quivering from the pleasure. Nails still buried into the pillows as you braced yourself. Letting out loud, shrill cries, (Y/N) announced that pending release. However, that was of little sufficiency to your man.

“You really are a dumb whore, aren’t you, baby?” Cooing in a condescending tone, he’d reach down and grab you by your hair as that cock drilled even deeper.

“That’s now how you ask for permission. You beg me to let you come and if I feel called to, then maybe you’ll get the privilege of wetting up this dick. Are we clear?” Nothing had resonated more clearly, especially as he growled into your ear whilst you barely hung on. “Y-yes, daddy. I know, I’m sorry..” Eyes only fluttering at this point…

“Act like it and get to begging…now, bitch.”

and with that, you’d cry out in hopes that he’d feel pity for you. Or at least that he’d be convinced you deserved it. You’d plead with him to allow you to release this building pleasure. Your bladder felt as if it were going to explode any second and you knew what was coming. You had no other choice but to hold it in, otherwise he was going to really punish you then.

“You know my stamina, baby. I can hold my nut, can you?” Just to add further insult to injury. Mainly because he knew just how quickly you orgasmed. You had terrible control when it came to that but he loved a little slut that came quick just for him. He, on the other hand, was so disciplined. He could pleasure you forever, eating your pussy until you made an absolute mess and still wouldn’t touch himself or even think about coming. You’d shake your head profusely, confirming what he already knew.

“That’s what I thought….so keep talking.”

it’d gone from pure pleading to now just feeding his ego, telling him that your pussy only came for him and that no one deserved your cum more than he did. Telling him how you couldn’t even get yourself off anymore thanks to him.

“Is that true, love? I’m so honored.” Replying with such snark and arrogance but it was such a turn on. He knew exactly who he was and you loved it.

“Then who am I to decline such a generous offering…just for me..” and with that and a couple more deep strokes, he’d finally speak the words you’d been dying to hear.

“Come…come on this fucking dick right now.” And naturally, you did not disappoint. That pussy squeezed once before retracting and letting out the biggest stream of juices you’d possibly ever had. Squirting all over that couch and cock simultaneously, even catching your feet in the aftermath. You’d feel like the entire world just collapsed around you and faded to black. It truly was an earth shattering orgasm like you’d never felt.

“OH FUCK! SHIT—“

“Yeahhhh….that’s it. Squirt f’r me, you little bitch. That’s what I needed. I love watching you make a mess…” you couldn’t stop, it just continued to flow out as your entire body trembled in ecstasy. It almost looked as if you were convulsing from how hard you were coming. Meanwhile, where you hadn’t even felt it, Ryo noticed that your anal plug had flown out upon impact. That was his chance to segway into the next order of business. There was no letting up this time. Even as your orgasm continued to spill out, he’d simply mount back up behind you, spread that ass to its maximum extent and slather it up with additional lube; as well as his own shaft.

“St-still coming so hard…can’t stop—“

“I don’t give a fuck…and you’ll come with this dick in your ass too.”

With your head still planted on the pillow, he’d tug your arms back as if he were reigning you in on his cock and proceeded to pound you into oblivion once more. The plump of that bottom bouncing off of his thighs with a lot of force as he drilled that tight cavity. You’d wail out in both pain and sheer bliss, realizing you may have taken on more than you could handle. Even so, you didn’t want it to stop.

“Yes! Right there….keep fucking my ass!”

gritting your teeth with tears rolling down your cheeks. That smile was still as wide as ever and that’s all Ryo cared about it. He knew constantly asking if you were alright would only serve to turn you off, so he’d given you different ways to signal pleasure or distress. And the moment you ever uttered the safe word, it was a wrap. For now though, it seemed he was good to keep pounding. His veiny member glided in and out with only about four inches fitting comfortably. You were yet again creaming for him and now, all he wanted was to fill you up in return. He’d maintain that steady rhythm with his leg planted beside for a few more minutes; at least until he felt as though you’d adjusted properly. He’d then switch it up once more…that’s when you’d feel those hard strokes come to a halt.

“C’mere…get up.”

with no further explanation, he’d hoist you in his arms and proceed to carry you to the other side of the room.

“Wait—where are we going?”

“I just wanna try a lil’ something. Here…”

When he’d stop, you two landed in front of the mirror and you’d catch a glimpse of yourself for the first time since this ordeal began. Your hair and makeup was disheveled, top ripped open with your tits exposed and that thong still pushed to the side. Even so…

“Look at you, still so fucking sexy….” Hoisting you up with little to no effort, Ryo kept both of your legs parted and spread apart in his grasp. This is what you’d really been craving ... .that sought after position. Without haste, he’d maneuver you until those legs were pinned and your frame was completely folded up. Panting heavily, you’d wait in anticipation as he pinned those legs back and hovered to guide himself back inside of that tight anus.

“Yes…fuck. That’s the view I was looking for… “ growling and panting in your ear as those thrusts resumed once more. He had no sign of mercy…just picking you and slamming that body back down on his cock with sheer force. He was pounding so fast, it felt as if you were being impaled on a jackhammer. (Y/N) would eventually double over, only able to produce high pitched squealing noises as a result of the brutal fucking. But alas, he wasn’t going to let you get off that easy. Instead, he’d manage to snatch you up by your hair.

“Don’t look away now, sweetheart. We’re getting to the best part!…” those grizzly fangs baring themselves now more than ever. He was unhinged, ruthless and on a one man mission to utterly break you.

“Pl-please….Ryo—fuck, I’m gonna come again…“

But the plea fell on deaf ears as he continued drilling that hole, causing your pussy to emit more squirt; catching the mirror in the crossfire.

“I knew you had more left in ya’….holding out on me. Now it’s my turn…”

with that, he’d speed up one final time, bucking and thrashing his hips around with as much speed as he could muster. The deep grunts and curse words flying from his mouth only signaled that he too was reaching his peak. With both of your holes stretched and abused beyond their limits, your body at its max capacity and Ryo no longer able to restrain himself…there was only thing left….

“AGGGH! FUCK ME!—COMING…” with the loudest scream you’ve ever heard from him, Ryo held you down on that fat throbbing cock as it spilled every last drop inside of your asshole. You’d never felt any sensation like it but it was absolutely incredible.

“Take all this fucking cum from me…all of my nut, baby. You’ve fucking earned it..goddamn..”

For a moment, it almost seemed as if he were frozen, unable to think straight or form a coherent thought. But once he came to, he was able to see the final result of this wild lovemaking. “Here…lemme look at you.” Pushing the hair from your face, he’d catch a glimpse of your smeared makeup, watery eyes and hair, unable to stop himself from laughing right along with you. That afterglow bliss had hit you both incredibly hard and it seemed, from the looks of things, those desires had been fulfilled!

“Give me a kiss…c’mere.” Swiping those tears away as he cupped your cheek in his palm and shoved his tongue into your mouth. With those lips intertwined, you’d moan into that sloppy peck; lingering on every taste, touch and feel he presented to you. Although things had been a bit chaotic, there was only one truth that remained throughout the whole ordeal:

“Aye….you know I love you, right? I love you so fucking much, baby girl, you have no idea.”

“I love you too, Ryo…thank you, this was wonderful. Best birthday ever and it hasn't even gotten here yet.”

Still in shock and shedding tears from all of the ecstasy, (Y/N) couldn’t stop giggling as you’d never felt joy and happiness as you had in this capacity. “Like I said…you better get used to it because I’m going to make sure that everyday feels like this for the rest of our lives. If there’s anything you want from me, all you have to do is say so and I’ll make it happen. Don’t ever feel like you have to be ashamed or afraid.” Placing a kiss atop your forehead head to drill the point home. But nothing could prepare him for the witty comeback to his heartfelt confession!

“That’s so sweet, Ryo….anything?”

“Of course, sweet girl. That’s what I said.”

“Well um…do you mind pulling out and letting me down? My legs are starting to hurt.” Panting heavily and as expected, you’d garner another set of laughs from him. He could really get used to doing this forever. He’d do exactly that as you both maneuvered towards the bathroom; stumbling a bit whilst doing so.

“I suppose I could do that…why don’t we grab a shower while we’re at it. Ion’ know about you, but I’m not trying to sleep in sweat.”

“Who said anything about sleeping? I still have more outfits I want to try on for you.”

even after years of late nights, fast living and high risk situations, he’d never dealt with anything quite like you!

“I’m in for one hell of a weekend, ain’t I?”

🐇 the playmates 🐇

Since joining SDN, Robert was dedicated to fixing shit around the Z-Team. He didn't play around or let bullshit in the way. And he sure as hell didn't get distracted.

Until you came along. A new girl at SDN—a new dispatcher who happened to take the spot right across from him. For the first two weeks, you only talked to one person—Chase. Oddly enough. It was only odd because of how vulgar Chase was, and how you seemed so opposite of him, but you still got along great because Chase was a big help for you and your confusion around the office. He even helped you through your first panic attack during a shift when you freaked out about possibly being the reason that one of your heroes got hurt.

Chase helped you through the ropes, and slowly introduced you to Royd. Royd definitely freaked you out at first, but he was a big sweetheart. Once you got into the flow of things, Chase introduced you properly to Robert.

How did he do that?

By leaving you to watch Beef while Chase pretended to be busy while Robert went out for lunch on his break and you stayed at the office, eating with Beef on the floor. You literally sat on the floor, talking with the fat chihuahua like he was a person who could talk back. Just as you slipped him a piece of salami from your sandwich, Robert came back and did that dumb voice for Beef, almost personifying the dog.

"Oh, wow, that's some good salami, thanks, stranger!" His hand covered his mouth, like he was doing a bad ventriloquist act, and his voice sounded like a goblin from a cartoon. You turned, cheeks slightly flushed at being caught talking to a dog, but you couldn't help laughing at Robert, your hand covering your mouth.

"Is that supposed to be him?" You giggled, moving to stand, but Robert was already sitting down to join you, a small smile on his eternally tired face as he reached out to pet Beef's head.

"Mhmm. That's Beef. Tell her, Beef." Robert lifted his hand again, covering his mouth.

"That's me, miss, I'm Beef!" Robert did the weird voice again, watching you erupt with a fit of laughter, hand still hovering over your mouth.

"I do hope he doesn't actually sound like that."

"Aren't I handsome enough to sound a little silly?" The goofy imitation continued, but Robert gave it a break as he chuckled and let Beef scramble into his lap.

"Very handsome, little dog," you finally dropped your hand once your laughter eased, a softer smile on your lips as you reached to pet the dog.

"So.. I'm Robert." He finally spoke in his normal voice, holding a hand out. "I've seen you around. Chase has told me about your work so far." He said.

"Oh, that so..?" You hummed, taking his hand to shake it lightly, a bit shocked at the firmness of his grip and the calloused nature of his palms.

"Mhmm. We're all pretty impressed. You've done great so far. I'm still relatively new myself, only been here a few weeks more than you, but I still didn't do as good as you. Hell, my team is still a pain." Robert joked, huffing a bit.

"Yeah, Chase and Royd have told me." You nodded, glancing up at him. "Sorry I haven't talked to you. I feel a little bad because we sit across from each other—I-i don't mean to be impolite—"

"It's not impolite. I really don't mind." He chuckled. "You're not obligated to talk to some loser ex-hero like me. You're not even obligated to talk to Chase—which is why I'm a little shocked. You don't seem the type to be friends with someone so vulgar." He observed, head tilting.

"Well, he's nice. Looks like a grandpa, but he's definitely nicer than others. Uhm, also, you're not a loser. I don't think? I mean, I know I don't know you, but Chase talks pretty highly of you, Robert Robertson the Third." You giggled again, biting at your lower lip like you were holding back the possibility of showing an open mouthed smile.

"Oh, God, he told you my full name?"

"Yeah. He did." You nodded.

"Well, I guess the embarrassing stuff is out of the way. Now you're stuck here. Can't let you get out with that info." He joked, glancing up at you with a smile that made you feel weirdly at ease.

From the headset resting on your neck, you jolted at the sound of two heroes screaming at each other through the system.

"Fuck—sorry—I have to go, but it was so good to finally meet you! And Beef!" You quickly gave Beef one more excess piece of salami before you rushed off to your desk, turning your headset down as you checked on your heroes statuses.

Robert stayed on the floor for a moment, letting Beef eat the meat before the dog crawled off his lap and returned to his bed, flopping onto his side. Robert sighed as he stood, returning to his desk.

Running into him like that eased you into morning greetings, afternoon lunch breaks together, and evening goodbyes over the next month and a half. You weren't exactly known around the office, so when Robert invited you to come along with him and Royd to a work thing that you didn't even know about, you were... rather excited.

It was just a small celebration at a bar for a jump in improvement for the heroes being dispatched. Your heroes included. It was funny how you and your heroes were part of the praise, yet you hadn't known about the celebration. It was at a bar downtown, and you couldn't bring yourself to press for conversation with anyone. Not even Royd as he talked to one of the other people from the office whom you hadn't met.

"Got room for one more?" Robert asked, clinking his shot glass with your water glass as he slid into the booth next to you.

"Oh. Yeah, sure, I.. don't see why not." You said, scooting over to give him room.

"You enjoying your own company over here?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Not really. But I don't want to intrude on conversations. Everyone is having so much fun." You shrugged, both hands wrapped around your glass as you tapped your ring at the cup anxiously.

"Well, I'm intruding on your silence. Let's talk." He insisted, downing his shot and cringing slightly before he nudged the small glass away.

"About what?" You asked, laughing quietly at his expression of disgust at the sour shot.

"About you. About work. About anything. Unless you prefer we sit in silence."

"Well—I almost got punched by Invisigal. She's not even on my team." You muttered, huffing slightly as you glanced away.

"Yeah. She's on mine. Definitely a character, isn't she?" He murmured, lips pursing in thought. "Why'd she try to hit you?"

"Because I told her she didn't have a right to tell my team how to do anything when she was barely taken off the bottom of the leaderboard and she's hardly moved since." You murmured, shame sinking in.

"You said that? To Invisigal?" Robert's jaw was practically on the ground.

"She told one of the heroes in my call that he was going to 'fuck shit up for others' because he froze on a mission that they crossed paths on. She pissed me off."

"I mean, freezing could've caused a big issue." Robert murmured.

"But the one that froze was new to the team—new and afraid because I had sent him on the wrong mission. It wasn't his fault, and now Invisigal is pissed off at me because I told her she was a nosey cunt."

"Wo-hooah!" Robert laughed, straightening up. "You called her that?"

"I-i didn't mean to! It just came out! And I tried to apologize because I dont think she's truly that bad. She and I just got off on the wrong foot!" You insisted, turning to face Robert with a pleading look on your face, visibly still shaken from how mean you'd been to the hero you'd barely knew.

"Woah—okay, breathe. She's not actually gonna hurt you—well, she might—but I'll talk to her. Or you could. She's probably open to talking if you approach her right. Uh.. offer her some candy in the break room, maybe." Robert explained, chuckling at your distress.

"Candy? Like what? A chocolate or a gummy?"

"Mm.. she looks like she likes sour."

"Sour patch kids?"

"Definitely." Robert nodded, watching you deflate slightly as you looked at your water with a sigh.

"You wanna come with me to grab a drink?" He asked, gesturing for you to join him as he slid out of the booth.

"I don't drink often, it's probably not a good idea.."

"It's okay. You're in good hands, I promise."

There was a pause. A debate in your head.

You held your pinky out.

Robert blinked, looking at you like some alien life form being newly discovered.

"Pinky promise or it doesn't count." You said, more serious than Robert expected.

"You got it. I pinky promise that you're in good hands. If you get too drunk, I'll get you home safe." He promised, wrapping his pinky with yours and letting you squeeze until you nearly broke it, which is when you pulled back. He let you laugh at it, watching as you covered your mouth and got up from the booth.

"Yeesh, you've got quite a grip."

"I make everyone pinky promise. If they pull away from the grip, they're lying." You said. "You didn't pull away. So you're not lying."

"That seems a bit..."

"It works. I've tested it." You said confidently.

"I'm sure it does." He mused.

You two reached the bar, and he leaned over it as you mulled over your options. He gently tapped your hand to get your attention.

"Got an idea what you want?" He asked softly.

"Uhm... something weak and sweet, please. I don't know, I'm not good with picking drinks."

"I got you, it'll be good." He nodded, catching the bartender. He ordered himself a regular beer and got you a french martini. The name alone made you question his choices, but upon tasting, you were conflicted.

"Mm. It's.. interesting."

"Do you want something else?" He asked.

"No, no, this is good, it's just.. the pineapple is interesting with the vodka. It's just a strong flavor, and it's probably a bad combo, so I'll need something less acidic next." You took another sip, humming lightly before Robert ordered you something a little less sweet but with a little less liquor.

"Here, try this one," He said, holding the drink out to you. Instead of taking it, you leaned forward and let him tilt the drink back so you could take a sip. It was definitely a little out of the ordinary, but Robert wasn't complaining one bit.

"Mmh! I like that one. It's not as sweet, but it's less harsh on the throat."

Robert choked on his own snickering, to which you blushed faintly at your own wording. You turned your head and impulsively slammed the rest of the first drink in the blink of an eye, coughing at the attack of harsh flavor.

"Woah, hey, you don't gotta drink like that!" He reached out to place a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from taking the second drink.

"I'd rather get drunk at this point." You admitted.

"Well, let's see how that first drink settles, okay? Don't need you getting yourself sick." He said, keeping a hand on the other drink before he ordered you a glass of room temp water.

"Why's it warm?" You asked, raising a brow.

"It's room temp. It's not cold because the room temp water is better for your stomach and throat. Cold water sends a bit of a shock to your stomach, the temperature difference can cause indigestion, and cold water in general can increase the chance of sore throats." Robert rambled, watching as you steadily sipped on your water.

"Didn't know that. You're kinda smart." You hummed, a small smile stretching over your lips.

"Glad to be of service." He mused, staring at you with a slightly softened look as he watched you start to relax. He could see it in the way you didn't cover your smile when it got a little wider, the way you let your shoulders slump to ease the tension at the base of your neck.

The bar's noise became a soft buzz to you as you felt the alcohol settle, but you didn't mind the feeling yet, so you reached for the second, more preferred drink, and began to sip on it as Robert told you about some silly stories from the Z-Team. Just like back at the office, Robert did more talking than you, but he got a good amount of giggles from you, likely thanks to the alcohol that was just barely buzzing through you.

Soon, now on your third drink, you were focused on the music, so when the bar started playing one of your favorite bands, you swayed and tapped your finger to the music, humming as Robert kept you company with his conversation.

"You like the music?"

"Yeah. 's a good band. Heard it tons as a kid, never got rid of it." You muttered, idly chewing on the plastic straw you'd gotten for your drink. Robert reached out, tapping your jaw.

"Don't chew on that. It's not good for your teeth." He warned softly.

"Oh. Right. Sorry." You straightened up, setting the drink down as you blinked through some fuzzy blotches in your vision. "I'm.. uh... gonna run to the bathroom. I'll be back." You said, scrambling from your stool to stand up, only to stumble.

"Hey, don't get up so fast." Robert reached out to catch you, concern etching his eternally sleepy eyes as he stood to help keep you upright.

"I-i'm fine, don't you worry about me." You tried to play it off and take another step, but your body swayed. In your head, you were doing just fine, stepping in a perfectly normal fashion, but that wasn't the case. Robert caught you again.

"Okay, I'll take you to the bathroom, just.. don't collapse, please?" He sighed, helping guide you through the crowded bar to the bathroom. He felt awkward going into the women's bathroom, but he did promise to take care of you. When you made it in, Robert let you stumble into the stall to deal with your business. A woman walked out of a different stall, giving him an odd look.

"I, uh, I'm waiting for a friend. She's.. in the stall. I swear." He tried to explain, but she just left, mumbling about how 'men will lie about anything these days.' He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply.

"Roberrrt?" You called out from the stall, the sound of you stumbling making him worry.

"You okay in there?" He asked.

"'m okay, just had to make sure y'stayed." You muttered. Robert pinched his nose harder and hung his head low in shame as another group of women passed through.

"Yeah, I'm waiting. Don't worry." He spoke up, trying to ignore the way the girls stared holes into him as they fixed their makeup and washed their hands. Once you were done, you came out and shuffled to the sink. While you were washing your hands, the tallest woman leaned over and asked you a question, to which you looked offended.

"Does he look like he would ever do that to a woman?" You drunkenly snapped back, flicking the water from your hands at the woman's face. Robert jolted, grabbing napkins and taking your hands to dry them before he looked at the women.

"She's had a lot. She's a lightweight. Her sister will be taking her home now, don't worry." He lied, offering an apologetic look to the woman you'd splashed. He guided you out of the bathroom, only to erupt into laughter when you were far enough away.

"What so funny?" You asked, frowning up at him.

"Nothing. It was just really funny to see you splash a random woman without reason." He said, his hand at your upper back at he guided you back to the bar to get down some water.

"She asked if you were 'bothering me'." You frowned, slouching against the bar.

"Why does that matter?"

"Because she said it like you were gonna hurt me or somethin'." You looked at him, once again chewing at your plastic straw.

"Do you think I'd do that?" He asked, gently reaching out to take the straw from your teeth. A gentle reminder without criticism.

You pulled back from the cup, shaking your head. "You seem nice. Chase talks to me about how nice you are once a stranger gets past that hard head of yours."

"Chase said that?" Robert asked quietly.

"Yeaaahh," you drawled lazily, leaning your cheek into your palm as your elbow rested on the bar top.

"That's nice of him. He calls me a little fucker and a bitch more than he says my name." He scoffed, but it was a fond sound, despite the impression given by the nicknames he spoke of.

You stared at him, eyes lazily dragging along his features. His stubbled chin—he definitely hasn't shaved in a few days—his sleepy eyes, the brightness of his coppery irises, the dryness of his slightly pale lips, and that odd little chip in his right ear. You wondered what it was from.

"What? Is there something on my face? Am I bleeding?" Robert asked, and you really noticed how deep his voice was, how it rumbled in his chest.

"No. I just like looking at you." You mumbled honestly.

Robert blinked. "Oh. Well, thanks? I suppose," he looked off to the side, his cheeks tinting a faint shade of pink. He didn't often feel bashful like this, so it was a little odd for him.

"You've got a nice face. Good shape." You muttered.

"Okay. I think I should get you home now, mumbler." He stood slowly, reaching out to help you from your seat.

Your only form of protest was how you reached out and downed the last half of the abandoned third drink you'd gotten earlier. Robert groaned.

"Come on, you're already saying silly things." He sighed, guiding you back to your original booth to retrieve your purse and jacket from Royd who'd been sweet enough to hold them for you.

"She okay?" Royd asked, raising a brow as you leaned into Robert. Robert definitely wasn't used to a pretty girl leaning on him so comfortably.

"She's alright, just had too much to drink. I promised her I'd get her home safely. Uhm... do you... know where she lives?" Robert asked, his voice hushed in subtle embarrassment that he didn't ask before you were too drunk to tell him yourself.

"Nah, man, you on your own." Royd rumbled with a laugh, patting Robert on the back as he draped your jacket over your shoulders and gave Robert your purse. "Maybe check her ID. See if it on there." Royd said, gesturing into your purse.

Robert only nodded, sighing and thanking Royd before he helped you out of the bar. "I really don't wanna go through your purse." He murmured to himself, looking at your purse as he helped you sit on the curb, letting you relax into his side as he reluctantly searched for your wallet.

He found it, only to mentally slap himself. You lived way too far to walk. And his broke ass didn't have a car. But his apartment sucked. He had literally nothing in there. So what did he do? He decided to cough up the money for a cab, even though he knew it was probably a little suspicious looking. He was barely buzzed, but he'd had enough water to look and feel sober.

He gave the driver your address before he took off. It was a quiet, awkward ride, filled in occasionally with your mumbles about how warm Robert felt like this. Robert wondered how often you let loose like this, and how often you really felt safe enough to let yourself fall into the hands of someone you still only knew so much. But he was honored that you trusted him.

Arriving at your apartment building, he handed the driver whatever was left in his wallet that barely covered the ride and a small tip. He helped you out of the car, thanking the driver before he looked at your wobbly legs. He hummed.

"Is it alright if I carry you? I don't want you tripping.." he asked quietly, brushing your hair from your face.

"Tha's fine, Robert," you muttered, straightening your posture. You felt steady enough, but with the way he dove in you catch you again, you were losing confidence in your balance. Robert hoisted you into his arms, carrying you princess style as he headed into the building. He found your keys in your purse, and luckily, your key had your apartment number engraved in it.

"Almost there, miss mumbles." He muttered, mentally cursing the elevator for not working. He got to the third floor when he finally reached your door. He unlocked both locks and carried you in, looking around in the dimly lit living room.

"'M home?" You looked around, squinting at the darkness.

"Hang on, looking for a light." Robert said, hand blindly pressing around the wall for a switch. When he found the switch, he flicked it up and let his eyes adjust to the brightness before he carried you over to the couch.

"You brought me home." You smiled sweetly at Robert, watching as he took your jacket to hang it up before he covered you with a blanket.

"Of course I did. I made a pinky promise, didn't I?"

"You did!" You giggled, smiling wider before you grabbed Robert by his cheeks.

"Wait—fuck—don't do—" Robert panicked, but he immediately shut up when you kissed the corner of his eye. He sighed in relief. It was still kinda not a good idea, but it was better than you kissing him properly.

"You've been so nice to me." You slurred lightly, hands dropping to your lap as Robert gently tugged the blanket around you, making sure you were warm and comfortable. He kneeled, reaching down to remove your shoes before he set them at the side of the couch.

"Just keeping a pretty lady safe. I used to be a hero, yknow? It's in my blood." He joked, sitting on the floor in front of you.

"Which hero were you?" You asked, leaning forward to look closer at him.

"Uh.. I'm not sure it's a good idea to say. It's kinda... embarrassing, I guess." He shook his head.

"Tha's okay." You shrugged, already moving to lie down as your eyes closed.

"Hey, do you want anything before I leave?" He asked, reaching out to gently get your hair out of your face.

"You're leaving?" You opened your eyes to look at him, frowning like a kicked puppy.

"I.. thought it'd be best. I don't think it's right for me to stay at your place like this. It feels like an intrusion." He explained quietly.

"I don't mind, Robbieee," you shifted closer, hoping to get him to stay as you reached toward him.

"Uh.. I.. suppose.." he swallowed lightly. He didn't want to leave you on the couch either way, so he stood up. "Where's your room?" He asked, lifting you up with a small huff as he cradled your head against his shoulder.

"Mmh.. right." You said, lazily gesturing down the hall. The apartment was small enough to where there was only 3 options, and one was on the right. So he headed to your room and carried you in, flicking the light on as he laid you on the bed.

"You comfy?" He asked, pulling your blanket over your body to let you get comfortable.

"Thank you." You mumbled, eyes already falling shut. He could tell that you needed a night like this.

What made him hesitate was when you reached out and took his hand. "Sit with me?" You blurted, squinting up at him. He didn't know if this was okay. Your clingy drunken state was definitely a shock to him.

He gave in, sitting down at the side of your bed as he let you hold his hand close to your chest, eyes falling shut once more. "Goodnight. I'll stay." He whispered, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles.

Thanks to the alcohol, and his company, you were asleep like a baby in less than ten minutes.

Robert waited about half an hour before he gently removed himself from your grasp, returning to the living room. He plopped himself onto your couch, sighing as he relaxed, kicking his shoes off finally. The couch was shockingly comfortable, so he was also asleep pretty fast, which was uncommon.

The next morning, Robert was shaken awake by the sound of vomiting. He slipped on the hardwood as he scrambled to the bathroom to find it wide open, you holding your own hair back to avoid getting vomit in your hair.

"Shit. Fuck." He hissed at the sight, kneeling beside you as you coughed and spit into the toilet before you fell back against your tub and closed the toilet to flush it. Robert reached for a rag and wet it in the sink before he brought it to your mouth, wiping gently before he folded the yuck to the inside of the rag.

"Sorry. I know this is so gross." You rasped lightly, throat hurt from the intensity of throwing up.

"I've seen worse. Much worse." He said, shaking his head before he looked around. He found a hair tie and reached around to tie your hair back. "You want some water? Crackers? Uh.. bread?" He asked, unsure of what your usual hangover throw up cure was.

"No. I'm okay. You.. really don't have to be here. I don't even know why you stayed." You gave a small laugh, sniffling slightly as you curled up on the floor, back against the tub.

"I stayed because you asked me to. And I promised I'd keep you safe. Safety also includes comfort." He said simply, shrugging a bit.

"I.. really appreciate it, but I'm not drunk now. I'm sure you have better things to do on your day off."

"Not really. But I'll go if you want me to." He said honestly.

"I think that's best. I already don't remember a lot of how I embarrassed myself last night." You laughed quietly, a sad, anxious sound.

"Then I'll go. But if you need me, I left a note on your dresser. Or, yknow, just come find me at work. I'm not picky." He slowly stood up, grunting at the soreness in his back.

"I really appreciate you following through with your promise. As much of a mess as I feel like, I really needed to just... be a little stupid for once." You looked up at him.

He gave a small thumbs up. "Anytime, miss mumbles." And with that, he walked out, returning to get his shoes. But while you were busy still recovering in the bathroom, Robert took it upon himself to find you a bottle of water and some crackers from your pantry, laying it out on your counter for easy access.

Your morning was spent nursing yourself before you found the note on your dresser, staring down at it. You sighed, flipping it over. You felt like an idiot. You didn't think Robert would dare to use it against you, but you knew you were a clingy and touchy drunk. Not inappropriately, but affectionate to the point that you worried if Robert was contemplating an HR report. You decided it was smart to just go about your day. You threw away the note, banishing it from your mind as you cleaned your apartment and powered through your headache and regret.

Five days you'd avoided Robert. You skipped out on your usual lunch break, insisting that Blonde Blazer had given you some extra work to help out the SDN. You hardly even gave him a wave and a nod as you passed his desk to sit at yours.

Robert, on the other hand, tried to keep things normal. He'd come to your desk during breaks, only to be shut down with a half-assed apology. He'd try to walk alongside you in the mornings, but he'd be left behind when you'd apologize and say, 'sorry, gotta run to catch Chase in the records room!' or 'i have to stop by the restroom, i'll catch you later.'

He was getting tired of it. So what did he do? He convinced Invisigal spy on you. Probably a bit of a weird thing, maybe a violation of privacy, but he wasn't getting any answers from you or Chase. He knew it seemed weird, considering he'd only known you for just under two months, but after the other night, he wasn't about to let you avoid him over some silly drunken behavior.

"Royd, I really don't wanna talk about it." You said, arms crossing as Royd ran into you in the break room and asked about what happened when Robert took you home.

"'Ey, what happen? He put his hands on you, or some?" Royd asked, accent prominent as ever as his mind snapped to the worst case scenario.

"Woah! No, no, he's.. too nice to do that. It was just embarrassing. I get clingy when I'm drunk, and Robert was being super sweet, and I think.. I think I remember trying to kiss him? But I kissed his eyebrow? But then he took me to bed and let me hold his hand while I fell asleep, and then the next morning, I was throwing up every bit of solid food I'd eaten in the last 24 hours, and then Robert tried to stay to help me, and he didn't even care that I smelled like vomit and alcohol and I was still in my work clothes from the day before." You rambled quickly, words coming out at 50 miles per minute, brows furrowing before you turned away and hit your head against the vending machine. "He's so nice to me. Even though he curses like a sailor and has such a mean sounding voice and he looks so tired all the time."

"You got it bad for him, girl." Royd chuckled, handing you a cup of coffee.

"Wha—no I don't!" You perked up, looking up at Royd with flushed cheeks.

"Why do you care so much then?" He asked, crossing his arms after you took the coffee.

"I.. I care because... h-he could make a complaint! I tried to kiss him! He saw me in a way that a coworker shouldn't see another coworker!" You complained.

Before Royd could ask more about your situation, Invisigal lost her breath and knocked a chair over as she tripped trying to run out of the break room. You stared at her as she ran out, eyes wide.

"Oh, I'm so screwed." You whined, falling back against the vending machine and sliding down to sit on the floor.

"Ay, you'll be jus' fine. Robert ain't gonna file nothin'." Royd reassured, patting your shoulder before he checked his watch. "I gotta go, but let me know what goes, yeah?" He said, offering that teddy bear smile of his before he left.

When you were alone, you just sat there, sighing at yourself as you waited for your watch to beep for your break to be over. And just what you needed least—Robert walked in—the damn guy was practically summoned. You didn't bother moving. Invisigal had 100% already told him, and you could tell by the way he sat on the floor with you.

"I'll report myself to HR. No need to have that talk with me." You mumbled.

"Well, miss mumbles, I actually came to clear you of your worries." Robert shrugged. "But if you'd rather go to HR and tell them a lie, go for it." He joked.

"A lie?" You looked at him, confused.

"You didn't try to kiss me. You'd only kissed right here," he pointed to the corner of his eye. "and it was you saying thank you for me keeping my promise. I'm not upset about it. You were merely expressing gratitude, and although you scared me shitless when you yanked my face, I'm not bothered."

"You... don't care? That I kissed your eye and wouldn't let you leave my side like some sickly child?"

"You didn't force me to stay. I stayed because I liked the company, and it.. it was nice to see that side of you. I know we haven't known each other very long, but.. even though you were drunk, seeing you relax and not hide your smile was pretty cool." He reassured, leaning his head back to look at you.

"Oh, now I really might let Waterboy drown me."

"Wha—wait, why? Was that wrong to say?"

"No, not wrong, it's just..." You groaned, hands covering your face. "I don't like my smile, Robert. It's.. off, unless it's practiced." You muttered.

"I think it's cool. It's your own. It's you." Robert said bluntly, shifting to sit closer to you.

"You're just saying that."

"I promise—" He held his pinky out, a callback to the other night. "I promise that I mean it."

You stared at him, visibly stunned at the sweet reassurance. "You.. also remembered that." You looked down at his hand, a little embarrassed that he remembered one of your most childish habits.

"Well? Come on, mumbles," he wiggled his pinky at you. You stifled a snicker, reaching to accept the pinky promise. You both squeezed this time, and neither of you pulled away until Waterboy stumbled in, making you both stiffen.

"I-im sorry—apologies—I didn't mean to—didn't mean.." Waterboy stammered, only to watch Robert chuckle as you both stood up.

"It's alright, Waterboy. We have to get back to work, anyway." Robert said, letting you walk out first before he followed behind. Waterboy waved you two off, smiling apologetically at you two.

Things returned to normal. You stopped avoiding Robert, Robert eased up on being nosey, and you two resumed your work friend routine. Your fourth month hit, and by then, you'd become accustomed to having Friday nights with Robert to unwind, and Saturday to run errands together. Robert proposed the idea, secretly to feel a little less lonely, but he told you it was because 'Beef liked you and needed time outside of home and work,'

Tonight was one of those Fridays, and it was Roberts turn to make dinner, so you were relaxing on the couch, Beef sitting in your lap as you read some book you'd recently bought. The consistency of your weekly nights spent together made it feel like you were part time roommates, and you were a little shocked that Robert didn't move in by now.

"Hey, would you clear the coffee table for me?" He called from the kitchen, adding the final touches to his simple meal—just a nice beef stir fry with white rice.

"On it, Robs," you gave a thumbs up in his direction before you gently lifted Beef off of your lap, setting him at your side before you cleared the coffee table of your books and laptop. Robert came over with two plates, setting them down. He retreated, only to come back with four glasses—two glasses of water and two shots, and tucked under his arm was some vodka he'd been given by Chase.

"Dinner is served. Don't be afraid to send compliments to the chef, I quite enjoy the praise." He joked, sitting next to you as he handed you the shot glass.

"Really? You want to take shots?" You snickered.

"Come on, it's been a long week. You're stressed, I'm stressed—at least I'm not going to clubs and getting into fights." He huffed, setting your water down.

"I think I'll pass on the shots tonight. But help yourself." You shrugged, waving him off before he shamelessly downed both shots. He cringed after each one, but clearly had no regret.

"So, what's on the agenda for tonight? Dinner and TV? Card game? Uh... take Beef for a late night walk?" He asked, listing off lazy ideas before he leaned forward to take a bite off his plate.

"Mmh, I don't know. I need a shower tonight, so you'll be left alone for a bit. I also need to fold my laundry. And I should probably also do my dishes." You listed off your chores, bringing your plate to your lap as you took a bite of the food, humming in satisfaction.

"It's good, no?" He mused, mouth full with rice and broccoli.

"Really good." You returned the mouthful talk, nodding happily.

"Bet you didn't think a loser like me could cook so damn good." He joked, nudging your elbow with his.

"You're not a loser, Robert. You're just a doof." You smiled subconsciously, patting his leg as you paid attention to the food.

"Oh, that's so much better." He rolled his eyes. You plucked a piece of meat off of your plate and helped Beef onto the floor before you gave the dog the meat.

"That's cannibalism." Robert said plainly.

"Eh, he doesn't seem to mind. Beef likes beef." You laughed, watching the dog enjoy the small bit of treat he'd get whenever you had meat around him.

"You spoil him." Robert shook his head, feigning disapproval.

"Shut up and eat." You waved him off, handing Beef another piece of meat before you focused on eating your own food. Robert did the same, letting the silence ease between you two just like every other Friday.

Robert offered to deal with the dishes while you showered. From the bathroom, Robert heard you call for him, to which he was confused by.

"What's up?" He called back, listening through the bathroom door.

"Come in real quick!" You shouted.

Robert hesitated. He knew the glass of your shower door was frosted, and it hid details, and the steam probably barely let anything stay visible, but he kept his eyes closed as he entered.

"You need something?" He asked, a hand clamped over his eyes.

"Yeah, would you run to my room and grab me the new tube of face wash? It's blue, it's right next to my moisturizer." You spoke over the loud stream of water, peeking out from the crack you had in the door opening. He nodded.

"On it," he gave a thumbs up, turning around. When he turned around, he opened his eyes and stepped out. He left the door cracked as he retrieved the face wash from your dresser before he brought it back to you, eyes still clamped shut.

"Robert, you don't need to close your eyes. You can't see anything." You said bluntly, laughing at his refusal to look.

"Eh, I'm good to be blind for a minute." He said, unwilling to admit that if he saw you behind that foggy glass, he'd definitely lose his mind.

"Okay, well, thanks." You took the wash from him, and he left.

He rushed back to the living room and downed a couple more shots, groaning as he tried to wipe the perverted thoughts from his head. You were so careless around him, and he couldn't tell if that was a sign of trust and he should be appreciative or if he was going to really give a cause for an HR complaint.

Beef crawled into his lap, licking at his arm. "Ugh, she's gonna kill me, Beef." Robert sighed.

When he heard you emerge from the shower, he remained on the couch, waiting for you to return. Once you were dressed, you came to get him.

"You wanna stay here, or do you wanna sit with me while I do my laundry?" You asked. Robert turned, only to be momentarily stunned. He blinked.

You stood, leaning against the couch with a tight tank top and a pair of loose sweats that hung low on your hips. The cherry on top? He could see that you weren't wearing a bra—breast heavy and practically waiting, nipples faintly pressing into your tank top—, and much to his dismay, the sight had blood rushing down south.

"Uh.. I think I'm good out here. Probably gonna watch some... TV, I guess. Beef is already laying down." He gave a poor excuse, gesturing down to the dog in his lap that 'prevented' him from getting up.

"Okay, I'll be down the hall." You said, giving a thumbs up before you disappeared into your room. Robert was so fucked.

The vodka buzzed through him, and he sighed as he laid down, Beef still in his lap as he laid an arm over his eyes to shield them from the light. He yawned, relaxing into the couch.

Robert grunted, lower lip tucked between his teeth as he rutted his hips. His hands grasped onto the hips of the figure beneath him, the darkness consuming her features. "Fuckin' perfect. S-so good.. Fuck—fuck!" He hissed, nails digging into the skin of whoever was beneath him. He couldn't see her face, couldn't hear her words properly, but he could feel how good she felt. How good it felt to sink into the soaked warmth of her pussy, his hands roaming up her body to grope at her breasts. How good it felt to have her pull him in closer as his hips started to lose rhythm, keeping him deep inside of her as he choked on his own whimpers, cock twitching against her cervix as he spilled his cum into her. When he lifted his head from her shoulder, his eyes focused on her, hoping to praise her and thank her, the light hit her features finally. It was you. Gorgeous features looking up at him, dazed and satisfied, and even offering him that honest grin that you'd reserved just for him.

Robert woke with a jolt, sweat soaking into his t-shirt as he looked down at himself. He was hard. Like, damn near painful.

"Oh, shit." He cursed, a hand raking through his toasty brown hair as he yanked the blanket off and went to the bathroom.

You heard his frantic steps, making you stir from your slumber. The sun blinded you as you sat upright, eyes peeling open to get out of bed and see what Robert was doing up so early.

"Robs?" You called sleepily, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Shit—" He whispered. "Uh—yeah? What's up?" He cleared his throat.

"Y'alright?" You asked. "You sounded a little frantic." You muttered, barely audible to Robert.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Just... really had to go. Yknow how it is." He lied, swallowing harshly.

This was so wrong. So, so wrong. He had to will away his boner somehow because there was no way he was about to jerk off in your bathroom. So what did he do? He sat there. For half an hour. Pretending to be busy.

Until he finally willed away his boner. The issue now? Not picturing you underneath him. Because the moment he stepped out of the bathroom and found you draped over the couch, having fallen back asleep waiting for him, he had literal flashbacks to his dream.

Things were so good between you two! You were so close, he was so close to telling you more about his past regarding Mecha Man, and now he ruined it by his stupid wet dream.

He mentally berated himself, but he decided to let you sleep as he found himself something to eat. Just some cereal. He was beyond aggravated with himself, so to distract himself, he read the cereal box and chewed lazily.

"Robert?" You sat upright, squinting at him from the couch as you watched him glaring at the cereal box like it was the reason his dad died.

"Hm?" He perked up, looking over at you with wide eyes, cheeks full of cereal as he was in the middle of chewing.

"Make me a bowl?" You asked sleepily, eyes hardly even open as your head dropped against the back of the couch. Robert nodded. He made you a bowl of your favorite cereal before he brought it over to you, holding it in front of you as you took a bite and dropped the spoon back into the bowl.

"Tastes good?" He asked.

"Mhm. Sweet." You muttered, eyes still puffy from sleep as they remained faintly cracked open.

"You wanna take Beef with us when we go to the store later?"

"Mmh.. sure. You know where his leash is?"

"It's hung up in the hall closet."

"'Kay." You nodded, yawning loudly before you curled up on the couch and wrapped yourself in the blanket.

"Your cereal will get soggy, sleepyhead."

"Feed me," you mumbled, fully meant as a joke, but when you felt Robert press the spoon to your mouth, you opened your eyes fully and stared at him.

"Choo-choo." He said, his voice comedically monotone.

"I like whatever is wrong with you." You reached out and took the bowl and spoon from him, yawning one more time before you started to eat your cereal. Robert stood, returning to the kitchen to finish his own cereal.

Throughout the rest of the day, Robert was as tense as ever. It was like he was being puppeteered by a child who didn't know how to make the puppets have steady motions. He wouldn't stand too close, he wouldn't sit too close, he'd avoid making his usual flirtatious jokes, and he'd always seem to get a little warm in his cheeks when you'd lean too close.

You chalked it up to some bad sleep. You knew your couch wasn't always ideal, so you didn't bother to investigate further. Until you two went back to work on Monday, and Robert seemed like he couldn't be bothered with looking away from you across the office.

Talking with Chase, he had his gaze glued to you as you left the break room. You waved at him, offering your practiced smile before you went to your desk, only to stand up and peek over the wall that separated your desks.

"Robs, there's a new taco place down the street, do you wanna check it out for lunch?" You asked, chin propped on the wall.

"Mmh.. I-i have... lunch plans with Blonde Blazer. She said she needed to talk to me about my team." Robert lied, and at the mention of having lunch with Blonde Blazer, you seemed to deflate.

"That's okay, I'll take someone else." You waved it off, sitting back in your seat and staring at the computer like it'd offended you. Blonde Blazer was awesome, you knew she was, but something like jealousy burned in your chest, and you didn't understand why.

The next instance that week that made you jealous was seeing Invisigal walk so close to him in the office, giving him the kind of look that made you think she was undressing him with her eyes. The jealousy bubbled, and you felt like an asshole for being so jealous when you had no right to be jealous and protective of a man that you weren't romantically involved with.

It happened for a week straight before you took it upon yourself to try and distract yourself with someone else. Lucky for you, Waterboy was always willing to sit with you when he was in the office with time to spare.

Today, it was Robert who was pissed off. Jealous and pissy, staring at you as Royd tried to tell him something that Robert wasn't processing. He stared at you as Waterboy sat across from you, his gloved hands fidgeting anxiously as he sputtered about how he was so appreciative to you for sitting with him during lunch because you were usually so glued to Robert. Robert was snapped out of it when Royd tapped his shoulder, a brow raised.

"What?" Robert snapped unintentionally.

"Yeesh, you sound cranky." Royd frowned faintly.

Robert sighed, realizing his error. He set his coffee down. "Sorry. I'm not mad at you."

"Then who are you mad at?" Royd asked.

"I'm—no, I'm not mad, I'm just... a little frustrated. That's all. Maybe I just need to blow off some steam, or something, I don't know." He raked a hand through his hair, eyes falling shut.

"Maybe you should go home early. It's not good to be angry at everything around you. I'm sure Miss Blazer could find a replacement for you. We can't have you makin' bad choices for the team." Royd suggested, to which Robert shrugged.

"Sure. Maybe I'll check on that." He muttered.

"I'll catch you later, man." Royd gave a quick bump of his fist to Robert's shoulder before he walked off. Robert turned, looking at you and Waterboy.

Your back was turned to him, Waterboy across from you. Robert wasn't angry at Waterboy—he knew damn well Waterboy had no intention of having a thing for you—but boy, was he increasingly frustrated with you as you seemed to giggle and relax so freely with the hero. Without a word, Robert stormed off, grumbling about something you couldn't hear.

You jolted as the door slammed shut, and with that, Waterboy tensed. "I-i think—Robert isn't h-happ—he's upset—about s-something?"

"Yeah, I wonder what." You mumbled, picking at your food before you looked at Waterboy. "You okay if I run to check on him?" You asked.

"O-of course—sure," he nodded, gesturing for you to go and do what you needed.

"Thanks. I'll see you later." You gave him a quick wave as you shuffled to leave the room and go find Robert.

You found Robert back at his desk, and with him focused on his computer, you snuck up to lean against the edge of his desk. He swallowed harshly as his gaze flicked to your hips—another callback to his stupid dream that started all of his weird behavior. He looked up at you, brows furrowed subconsciously.

"Can I help you?" He asked, his voice rougher than usual.

"Actually, yes. You can start by telling me what's got you so pissed off." You said bluntly, arms crossed over your chest.

"I don't think you care as much as you're trying to." He scoffed faintly, looking back at his computer as he reached for his headset. You grabbed the headset, brows knitting together.

"Excuse me? You're the one who started ignoring me all week. Don't act like you didn't start avoiding me all of a sudden."

"I—mmm." Robert's mouth fell shut, knowing you were right.

"So, spit it out. Why are you ignoring me? And why are you so pissed off?"

"I'm not discussing this here." He said plainly, taking the headset back from you.

"Then you'll come over and you'll talk tonight."

"It's not Friday."

"You're coming over." You said firmly.

"And how are you going to make me?"

"You're coming over because I'm tired of you ignoring me and making me jealous because you've got chicks all over you in this damn office." You blurted out. "We're going to talk, whether you like it or not."

"Jealous? I'm not doing anything—"

"Yes, you are. You're ignoring me and you've got either Miss Blazer or Visi glued to you, and it's fucking infuriating, and I have no clue why." You snapped at him, keeping your voice as low as possible.

"Why don't you two fuckers get the fuck back to work and have your angry sex later?" Chase snapped over the cubicle wall, making both of you tense and blush wildly.

"Fuck off, Chase." Robert grumbled, turning away as you walked off to your desk.

Later that night, Robert found himself standing outside your apartment, without beef—who he left with Chase—, stuck on deciding whether or not he could be alone with you and not act like a damn fool.

His hand moved before he could think better, so he knocked louder than necessary, sighing lightly as he looked down at himself, fixing his shirt and adjusting his belt.

You opened the door just as his hands went to adjust his belt, and you paused. "You already taking your clothes off? Wow, maybe angry sex is the solution." You joked, arms crossed as you stepped aside to let him in.

"I'm not getting naked, and no, angry sex isn't the solution." He grumbled back, cheeks flushed as he stepped in and took his shoes off, shutting the door behind him before he looked at you.

"You sure? Or are you just saying that because you've got so many other girls to keep your dick wet?"

"Are you still on that? Why in gods name would I intentionally make you jealous?" Robert grumbled.

"I don't know! But you're doing it!" You frowned, padding over to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water.

"You think I'm so petty to go as far to ignore you and make you jealous?"

"Well, you've been ignoring me since we had dinner last time, and you've refused to be alone with me, to the point where you cancelled our last Friday hang out. So forgive me if I'm a little hurt by you randomly disappearing from my life when you pushed into it to begin with." You threw the bottle at him—harder than intended—and Robert caught it with a frown as you turned away to distract yourself to avoid staring at him.

"I've been ignoring you because I had a dream that we fucked." He admitted bluntly, tossing the bottle off to the couch as he stepped closer to you.

"You—what?!" You turned, eyes wide and brows furrowed.

"I had a dream." He repeated. "That we had sex."

"So you ignored me and startde canceling our routines and refusing to talk for more than two sentences? Come on, I know I ignored you after I got drunk that one time, but this lasted twice as long as that!"

"So, you're telling me, you'd rather know that I want to have sex with you?"

"Yes. I don't care how awkward it is. You're part of my life, and at this point, I'm starting to think that I might want more because a normal friendship doesn't involve the kind of jealousy that you pulled out of me." You blurted out, watching Robert's eyes go slightly wider.

"You what?" His voice came out quieter, almost softer.

"I'm starting to think that I want more out of this because you're a really good guy and I don't think a normal friend should be jealous if she sees her guy friend with another girl." You said, stepping closer to him.

"So, you want more. I want sex. I want you." Robert mumbled.

"Now what?"

"Do we fuck now, date later, or do we date now and fuck later?"

Both of you paused.

Fuck or have a nice dinner.

Robert wasn't standing that close, but he was close enough to see your breath hitch at his suggestions.

"I'd say dinner would be a great start.." you trailed off.

"But?" He prompted.

"But I don't think either of us will sit still that long like normal with our new... discoveries." You exhaled shakily as Robert stepped closer.

"I don't think so." He agreed quietly. "Maybe it's about time reenact that dream I had. Help you realize that I couldn't care less about the other women at work who you're so worked up about."

"I'm not worked u—"

Robert's lips were on yours in the blink of an eye, causing you to stumble back into the counter. His hands found your hips, lifting you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. Shocking, for a guy as small as him. He slotted himself between your legs, tugging you into him as your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his hips.

"Fuck—ow!" He hissed, yanking back as he felt you bite at his tongue when he tried to lick at your lower lip.

"What? You're not into biting?"

"Not biting my tongue," He grumbled, only to lean back in and press his lips to yours, trailing down toward your jawline and neck.

"So, you're into biting anywhere else?" You mused.

"Don't bite my dick." He said bluntly, only to nip at your collarbone as he reached to grab at the hem of your tank top.

"You think my mouth is going anywhere near your dick?" You joked faintly.

"I mean, if we're gonna really get into the dream, I'm hoping it will." He admitted, all shame tossed out the window. You went to speak, but he cut you off when he pulled back and took it upon himself to remove your top, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen. Neither of you cared to find out where.

"You're so fucking gross. Having a wet dream about your coworker." You huffed, letting him yank you closer as he slammed his lips to yours again—all teeth and tongue—like he'd die if he didn't get to keep his lips on you at all times.

"And you're letting me touch you. You're not much better." He argued, only to shut up when he felt you tug at his hair.

"Shut up and focus before I decide to change my mind." You threatened, and it worked, because he was already working on getting rid of his belt and tossing it aside before he lifted you to hold onto him as he rushed toward your bedroom. He kicked the door shut, pressing your back against the wall as he blindly reached for the light switch. Robert adjusted your position so he could press his bulge against you, eliciting a small gasp from you as he rolled his hips against yours. You tugged at his hair again, his head dropping to your shoulder as he bucked his hips.

"Fuck—shit, don't do that." He panted lightly, his hot breath fanning over your neck. You couldn't help but laugh quietly, the sound melting into a soft moan as you felt him grab your hips to grind you down into him.

"Don't tell me you're going to cum before you've even touched me." You huffed lightly, watching him lift his head as he panted, hips still pressed firm between yours.

"I wouldn't cum before you." He said confidently.

"Why don't you show me how you did that in your dream?" You leaned in and kissed him.

"Yes, ma'am." He muttered, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down before he settled between your thighs and went straight to kiss between your bra-clad breasts, his hands resting at the sides of your ribcage.

He reached under you, unclipping the band of the bra before he gently peeled it away and tossed it onto the floor before he dove back in, lips latching onto your nipple as his right hand moved to undo the button and zipper of your jeans. He looked up at you, a little discouraged by your lack of reaction despite how he could feel your breath hitch as your heart raced.

Deciding it was best to move on, he lifted his head to kiss you—softer, slower—his hands sliding your pants and panties down as he moved out of the way to let you kick them off. Once you were left fully revealed to him, completely exposed, he pulled back and looked down at you.

His staring made you feel a little awkward, so you looked off to the side and shifted around anxiously. "You look just like I dreamt of." He muttered finally, breath shuddering faintly as he reached down to spread your legs for him.

"You stare a lot." You observed.

"Only at you." He kissed you softly, letting one hand slide between your thighs before his fingers came in contact with your trimmed bush.

"Don't get sappy. This is supposed to be like your dream."

"This is better." He scoffed faintly, sliding his fingers down to your hole before he slid them back up between your folds, watching you shiver and whine slightly at the feeling of his cold fingertips sliding between your warm pussy lips.

"Jesus, your hands are so cold, Robs," you complained, a soft whine.

"Don't worry, they'll get warmer." He hummed, sitting upright between your thighs as he pressed his fingertip to your clit, pressing in a slow, experimental back and forth motion. You gasped lightly, body jolting at the sensation.

He switched his hands position to press his thumb against the nub, his fingers sliding back down to prod at the wetness of your hole. Before you processed the slow motions, he slid two fingers inside, watching closely as your body tensed, hands clutching at the sheets, jaw dropping slightly with a soft moan spilling from your lips. He kept his thumb nudged against your clit, his fingers pressing back and forth inside of you as he felt around for that sweet spot. It took him a second, but with the proper curl of his fingers, he had your thighs instinctively trying to shut around his hand. He used his free hand to keep one leg pressed into the mattress, staring down at you.

"Keep 'em open." He said, shifting closer and increasing the speed of his fingers.

"Fuck—oh, jesus—" you moaned, hips jolting away as you felt him press a third finger into your pussy, the stretch easing into a pleasurable burn.

"You still feel good?" He asked, a small groan leaving his lips as he felt you clench around his fingers, the sensation causing a rush of blood down to his cock, making it damn near painful to be untouched like this.

"F-feels good, mhmm." You nodded, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as your head fell back. Robert took his hand away from your thigh, using his knee to keep your leg from lifting to close as he brought his now free hand to find your clit, providing more focus on the bundle of nerves as he focused on letting his fingers stimulate the sweet spot he'd been abusing since he found it.

"That the right spot?" He asked, tilting his head at you.

You nodded, eyes rolling back as your eyes fluttered shut and you fully surrendered to the pleasure, letting Robert eat up every moan and gasp that you gave him, feeding his stupid ego. He leaned over you again.

"Move your hand, baby. Move it." He said quietly, voice soft and gentle, a contrast to the rough stimulation he was providing to encourage your pleasure. You moved your hand, looking up at him with your lips parted. Robert smirked lightly, enjoying how easily you gave into his soft demands.

He leaned in, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that you could barely return steadily. Your arms lifted to wrap around his neck again, keeping him close to you as he felt the tension in your lower belly become hotter and tighter, back arching into him. Your chest pressed against his, and he groaned at the feeling.

"Robert—Robs, oh!—'m gonna cum," you whimpered into the kiss. His only response was doubling his efforts and deepening the kiss, his hands focused with a kind of precision that almost made you wonder if Robert got more pussy than he looked like he did. You bit at his lower lip, a soft cry of pleasure leaving your throat as you dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him as close as he could come, hips bucking impatiently against his hands. He felt you gush around the his fingers, his effort staying steady as he leaned down to kiss at your neck, letting you breathe as you slowly began to shift away, a nearly incoherent plea for a break making Robert slow his movements as he soothed you with soft kisses along your collarbone and neck. He retracted his hands, and without an ounce of shame, he held eye contact with you as he lifted his hand to lick his fingers clean.

Before he could even make a comment on how you'd lost your attitude just from a little amatuer fingering, he was flipped over onto his back. He grunted lightly as his back hit the bed, looking up at you like you'd just revealed some dirty secret.

"Don't give me that look." you panted slightly, still dazed from your first orgasm of the night,

"Would you rather me look at your tits?" He asked, eyes flitting down to your breasts as you straddled his hips and planted yourself firm against his untouched boner. "Oh—shit," Robert stuttered, his cock twitching in his pants at the sensation.

"You're really mean, yknow that?" You mumbled.

"Mean? I just fingered you—"

"Yeah, and I've been fully naked, completely exposed, and you've been enjoying the luxury and comfort of your stupid clothes."

"Then undress me." He huffed.

You rolled your eyes lightly, but you did just that. You yanked his t-shirt over his head, tossing it off to the foot of the bed before you shifted down and undid his slacks, tugging them down with his boxers. His cock sprung free, landing heavy against his lower belly, tip red and leaky.

"Y'know, for the size of the rest of your body, you hold a decent package." You looked up at him, watching that smug look form on his stupidly attractive face.

"I like to think I do, yeah."

There was a small pause as you situated yourself over him, and before you lifted his length to line him up, he reached out and paused.

"Are you okay with not using condoms? Unless you happen to have some..?" He asked quietly, like he was suddenly afraid of someone hearing the word 'condom'.

"I don't really care right now, Robert. We've gotten this far, so unless you're going to stop because of not having protection, I think I'm good to continue." You said, and Robert nodded.

"I'm fine. Just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna think about it later and freak out. Also, I'm clean, I promise."

"I wasn't worried about you being clean. You don't look like you get your dick wet too often nowadays." You snickered, earning a frown from him.

"I have sex every now and then."

"So you have sex every few months? Kind of sad for a guy like yourself." You teased, running your nail along the underside of his cock before you pressed your fingertip against his leaky tip, eliciting a whine from him.

"God—can't you just let me fuck you already?" He whined, hips bucking impatiently against your touch.

You listened, propping his length upright as you hovered over his length and lowered yourself to let his tip press just at your entrance before you eased yourself down his length until you were sitting fully on his cock, watching his hands twitch and shake at his sides as he fought his own self control, struggling between the choice of holding onto you and making you move or keeping his hands to himself and letting you do the work.

Slowly, you lifted your hips halfway, easing back down with a soft, breathy moan. Robert groaned lightly, his tip twitching inside of you as he subconsciously tried to buck his hips for more. "S-sorry, I'm sorry—don't rush—" he tried to apologize, the words getting caught between moans as he felt you find a slow, steady rhythm of lifting halfway and dropping back down.

To help with his twitchy hands, you reached out to take his hands, fingers tangling together as he grasped desperately, head falling back with a string of praise and pleas falling from his lips.

"Ho—ooly shit," he whimpered, hips bucking more freely now that you'd gotten comfortable and found a good pace. You leaned forward, pinning his hands down on the sides of his head against the pillow as you picked up the pace and found a better angle. With you leaning over him like this, your breasts were bouncing right in front of his face, and he almost came right then and there. He lifted his head and tried to latch onto your nipple, but when he couldn't due to your hands holding his down, he dropped back down with a whine, head falling back as he felt you squeeze around him.

"Mmh.. don't do that. Don't just pout because you can't touch me." You panted, face hovering over his as you stopped your hips for a moment, his tip barely inside of you. He choked out a groan, hips bucking upward to fuck into you.

"D-don't stop—not now, baby, please." He squeezed your hands, fucking himself up into you as he looked down where your bodies met.

"You know, you could—oh, shit—y-you could easily overpower me." You swallowed harshly.

"Don't want to. Just.. just want you." He looked up at you, and you'd never seen him look so wrecked. He really did just want you, however you'd give yourself to him, even if it meant letting you tease him and maybe humiliate himself a little bit.

"God, who knew you were so.. whiney?" You teased, finally dropping your hips back down and watching his chest heave with a cry of pleasure, eyes wide as he dug his nails into the back of your hands.

"Oh, fuck me," he breathed, his thighs trembling worse than yours, and he hadn't even finished yet.

"Yeah? You want that?" You shifted your knees propping yourself up properly before you practically sent him into a shock with how you started riding him again.

"Shit—fuck!" He cursed, his own back arching as he finally tore his hands away from yours, shooting to grab at your hips. You thought he was going to use that grasp to fuck into you at his preferred pace and rhythm, but he just wanted to hold onto you, and he didn't even try to take control other than the impatient bucking of his hips.

Much to your expectations, Robert was cumming before he could try to warn you, but lucky for his ego, you weren't far behind, and the feeling and sight of Robert coming undone only added to your pleasure as you stopped your movements and let him fuck into you from below, prolonging both of your orgasms before he went limp, chest heaving as his hands remained grasping your hips, keeping you from moving until he wanted you to.

"Holy shit." He breathed, slowly regaining his vision as he looked up at you when you fell forward onto his chest. His cock slowly slipped out of you, and you groaned in unison at the feeling of his cum spilling out of you and onto his softening cock in thick, seemingly endless globs.

"So, you definitely haven't touched yourself or had sex in a long time." You quipped, still panting as you lifted your head to kiss him.

"Mm-mm. Definitely not." He uttered, hands running along your ass and back, his hands now warmer and gentler than when this all started. You two relaxed for a moment, just kissing with a gross amount of tongue on Robert's end.

"You wanna go again?" He whispered against your lips, letting you roll off to lay next to him.

"Only if you're on top. Riding makes me really sore." You draped a leg over his, pulling his hips in closer to you. He hummed happily, a smirk forming over his lips as he rolled to trap you under him.

"Now this is where the dream comes into reality." He mumbled, mouthing down to your breasts as both of his hands groped and squeezed at your breasts, squishing them together as he licked and nipped at the skin.

"Ow! Don't bite so hard." You whined, swatting at his shoulder. In retaliation, he only bit harder. "Robert." You scolded quietly, kicking at his leg.

"Hush." He shushed, holding your legs down.

The switch of his behavior was a little shocking—from a whiney, gasping mess, now he was biting and holding you down to take what he wanted. It was a definitely hotter than you'd expected.

"Do you still think I have any unnecessary attention for other women?" He asked, sitting back on his haunches as he tugged your hips up, holding you so that your hips remained in the air.

"You haven't really proven that you're that dedicated." You mumbled, only half joking as you watched him reach down to press his length between your folds, his tip nudging against your clit as he spread your arousal around his length, allowing himself to finish recovering from the first round.

Robert lined himself up, lifting your hips a little higher before he eased into you, making you whine and drop your head against the pillow as you reached out to lay your hands over his as he kept his hands over your hips. Unlike his fingering and the first round, he started at a faster pace this time, tired of starting out slow. He knew you could take it now, so he was done hesitating. He pulled you back and forth, meeting his thrusts halfway as one hand slipped around to find your clit, using his thumb to press harder than earlier, feeling your walls tighten and flutter around his cock.

"O—oh shit." Robert choked. Even as he took on the dominant position, he wasn't immune to losing his mind when you'd clench around him. "You feel so fucking good." He breathed, picking up the pace as he thrusted harder to test it out.

Your back arched, thighs tensing and trembling slightly as your hips bucked into his thrusts. "R-robert," you reached to grab his wrists, but he didn't falter, only doubling his efforts to encourage your release. He finally tore his gaze from your face, looking down, and he moaned at the sight of a small bulge being evident in your lower belly with each harsh thrust into you, his tip just shy of meeting your cervix each time.

He lifted his hand away from your clit, allowing you to relax and savor the pleasure for a moment as he took one of your hands and pressed it flat over the reappearing bulge. With the gentle pressure against the bump, you whimpered, thighs squeezing around his hips.

"'m s-so full, Robs," you panted, looking up at him with a soft cry of pleasure as he pressed down a little harder, his thrusts harsher now.

"So fuckin' deep.. god, this is amazing." He groaned, brows knitting together, short hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat as he watched his cock disappear into your pussy, the sight alone nearly causing him to spiral. "shit, 'm not gonna last, baby," he lifted his gaze, looking at you through his dark lashes as he trailed his hand up your belly and found the plush of your breast, squeezing the warm flesh.

"please—ah! fuck, fuck!" you cried, thighs trembling wildly around his hips as your back arched and your head fell into the pillow. Your hands grasped at his arms, tugging him to lean over you. He looped one arm under your hips to keep your hips elevated, his other hand planted at the side of your head as he let your nails drag over his back and shoulders.

Much to Robert's pleasure, you caved before him, your core squeezing around him like a vice grip that made his thrusts falter. He watched, taking in the way you cried out from the pleasure, body trembling beneath his. You damn near saw stars from how good it was. Robert followed moments after, burying himself as deep as he could go as his cum spilled into your pussy, a sensation that still made you shiver.

Robert stayed above you, panting heavily as his head fell to your shoulder, skin sweaty and hot against your own. Slowly, he pulled out, rolling over to plop himself next to you. You two remained silent other than the heavy breathing and occasional shuffle of getting comfortable. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and neither of you had any doubt that Robert was stuck on you, and only you.

"You believe me yet?"

"You just busted inside of me twice after fingering me, and made me see stars two out of three times." You huffed, sitting up to look at him.

"Yeah? Mmh, I'm not sure I remember that. Maybe we should go again." Robert rasped, pulling you onto his chest for another kiss.

"You're funny." You hummed into the kiss, letting him enjoy himself before you bit down and made him jolt away with a scowl.

"Okay, damn," he lifted you off of him before he stood up, stretching his legs. "Where are your spare sheets?" He asked.

"Bottom dresser drawer." You pointed, rolling over to sit up and drag the blanket with you to cover yourself as you waited for Robert to change the bedding.

Robert changed the sheets and got a new blanket from the hall closet before he came back to stand with you.

"You think we should shower?" He asked.

"Yes. I'm not letting you into my clean bed with your sweaty ass." You said, reaching around to swat his butt before you dropped the blanket and ran to the bathroom, starting the shower.

instead, here you were…lying across the king bed of a deluxe suite. Stretched out, stuffed and filled to the brim with copious amounts of bodily fluids. Ones that didn’t belong to the man whose ring or last name you wore. They were the property of three complete and total strangers and apparently, now so were you. Your head was fuzzy, unable to make sense of anything that was happening. That body? Sore from head to toe and unbeknownst, covered in bruises…oddly enough, you felt quite inebriated as well, almost out of your mind…as if you had taken some sort of substance. Despite only having a cup of apple juice from the maitre’d just to rinse the tart taste of the complimentary pretzels from your mouth. It was shortly after that, you’d begin to feel lightheaded and eventually would black out. The next thing you know, you were lying in this bed, staring up at three men who looked more terrifying than any monster from a TV show. To say it was a rude awakening was certainly an understatement.

“Answer me, baby. I asked a question..don’t make me repeat myself, okay? I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

the first one, a guy with spiky blue, disheveled locks and a prominent ‘6’ with what looked to be teeth tattooed on his torso was the one speaking to you. His inked fingers would soon clasp your jaws and hold them in place as he shoved two of those digits down your throat, prompting you to gag a bit. Before you could even react, he’d follow it up with a couple heavy handed slaps to your chubby cheeks. Naturally, you’d whimper, twisting your head away as you begged him to stop. But he wasn’t listening, not even in the slightest.

“Aww…still pretending, I see. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty more time to break, we’re just getting started.”

because the truth of the matter was….there was a tinge of truth to his brash statement. Sure, once you were alert enough to see what was happening, you’d attest. Crying, kicking and flailing as you pleaded for these strangers to let you go. But once they began tearing those clothes off, pinning your limbs down and groping that body….your tune changed. Even if you didn’t want it to or even try. After all, it was the stuff of nightmares! Being taken captive by three guys who you stood no chance against, having their way with you. You’d attempt to inquire about why they were doing this but alas, you’d only receive an answer that confused you even more; courtesy of the black haired gentleman with a cross tattoo on his forehead. In the midst of being pounded from behind by his partner, he’d clutch the top of your head, making you fixate your teary eyed gaze solely on him and uttered: “…you’ll have to ask your husband about that, my dear. That’s if you ever see him again.”

Eventually, you’d find every one of your orifices and erogenous areas licked, fingered, stuffed and downright abused. One making you ride him whilst the other fucked your ass from behind. One making you jack him off, the other hollowing out your throat and the other bending your legs as far as they could reach and feeding you deep strokes.… no matter how loudly you screamed, how much you begged and how much you pushed away, there was no letting up.

“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what I did but please let me go.”

“I think you misunderstand, my love…this is all for your benefit. You deserve so much more than he could ever give you and we can change that.”

“Fucking hell, stop crying already…whiny bitch.”

“Nah, let her keep screaming and begging…shit turns me on.”

Your expression and words may have been one of a woman who was frightened and scared but your body harbored the truth. A woman who was sexually frustrated and needed release….a woman who was tired of the mundane, vanilla sex you’d grown accustomed to. The bored housewife of a neglectful husband who had often fantasized about these sorts of sick, depraved acts. It was exactly why you couldn’t stop coming every time one of these evil bastards thrashed their cocks around inside of you….the girths and sizes unlike any you’ve experienced in the past, and far larger than your husband’s. Why you couldn’t stop moaning every time one of them called you a good girl or said they were proud of you. Or even clenched around their shafts when they called you a filthy bitch or a slut, slapping you across the face like an object because something your brain truly craved that. But it was blatantly obvious that not only were they going to force you to make them fit but become acclimated to their shape. So as you lie there, covered in what was already an exorbitant amount of cum…

“…p—please..”

“Yes, darling? Please what?”

“Yeah, use those words, pretty girl. We’re waiting.”

you still wanted more! You craved more of this debaucherous treatment.

“Please don’t stop fucking me..use all of my holes.”

and in that moment, it was as if all of their ‘hard work’ had paid off. The dark haired man with the cross tattoo, who you’d come to know as Chrollo, ushered you off of your back and onto all fours. Waving you towards him with a finger, he’d cup your chin between your fingers and plant a sloppy kiss directly into your mouth. When he pulled back, you’d notice he was brandishing a small white tablet between his fingers and before you could even utter a word, he’d dispense it onto your tongue. “Here you go, darling. That should ease all of those worries. Now that pretty little head of yours is as good as blank.” The second it began coagulating with your saliva, it would stay to dissolve and in a few minutes, you’d feel the effects. With tears still staining your cheeks, you’d finally muster a smile for the first time in two hours. Still intoxicated, tongue dangling slightly from between those plump lips with all of your pretty makeup smeared. Those tight ringlet curls from your coily hair were in complete disarray and that gorgeous brown skin was marked with white and clear stains. Some were more prominent than others by this time.

“Fuck it, let’s put one in her ass too. Really make this little bitch lose her mind….she’ll be fucking us for the whole night.”

that raspy, wild voice and brash demeanor as you’d come to learn, belonged to a man they called Grimmjow or just Grimm as you’d heard him be referred to as both in this short span. He was certainly the most rough of the bunch but when he was pinning you down, burying that thick cock to the hilt…you’d never felt so alive! It was something about someone being forceful, telling you to ‘take their dick’ that just truly made you feral. Then there was the one currently mounting behind you…

“Hell yeah…I mean, she doesn’t look like she wants to leave anyways.”

reddish black hair, raspy voice, a plethora of tattoos running down his arms and chest and could eat pussy like his life was dependent upon it. His name? “Aye, Ryo. Here..” Grasping your hip, he’d do exactly as his friend instructed and spread your thick ass apart, spanking it with heavy handed slaps as he did so. Bending down to slop his tongue around your stretched and borderline prolapsed hole. “God, you opened up so nice…I knew you would.” Praising you as he unsealed the plastic baggie with another white tab inside to place into your anus. You had already begun to drool, eyes dilated and chest beginning to heave from the first one. His thumb pressing gently into it and eliciting a soft gasp and giggle from you in the process. All whilst teasing that head along your quivering slit. There was a slight smile on your face, a complete change from what was displayed earlier. In a matter of moments, you’d find your head tugged forward, a forceful hand on the small of your back and all three of them cornering in on you. Simultaneously, Ryo and Chrollo would glide between both sets of your lips with pure ease. It didn’t take long for you to become acclimated with their shapes and fits again.

“This look suit you much better, baby…being a drugged out little whore, taking dick from strangers. It’s like you were made for this.”

“Yes..God, you’re incredible, my love. Such a perfect little cocksleeve—gahh, that throat feels amazing.”

meanwhile, Grimm would stand stroking his own shaft at the sight of his friends using you for their own gratification. Gagging noises emitting from your mouth along with trails of saliva and creamy secretions dripping from that abused cunt. Both of those poor holes were twitching in reaction to the constant stimulation and now that the little pills had been absorbed into your bloodstream, all you could do was laugh. Begging them for more…almost numb to any pain or discomfort. Just riddled with pleasure and intoxication…their movements would quicken and Ryo was pounding you with hard, fast and extremely rough thrusts, practically jackhammering you. Meanwhile, Chrollo was bucking his hips upward to find home in your esophagus. Intermittently, they’d take turns, snatching your head around to spit between those jaws. All while slapping and berating you. It was gritty, nasty, a little violent and everything you needed.

“F-fuuuuck yessss! I need more..keep fucking me, just like this!”

cackling and moaning through gritted teeth as he gave you a few seconds of respite. Although the sight of you whimpering and scared was quite enjoyable for them, this side of you was far more entertaining!

“Hell yeah, now we’re talking…love when my women act like fucking sluts.” Grimm, who had been sitting patiently for his turn, would gently push Chrollo back in order to have his fill. “Open that mouth wide, you lil’ bitch…I wanna make you throw up on it.” Without so much as missing a beat, he’d grasp your head, forcing it down on that cock until your forehead nearly touched the base and demanded that you hold it there. For a moment, you couldn’t make a sound, seeing as how Ryo had ever so swiftly alternated holes. Burying himself to the hilt in that tight asshole. “Goddamn, you’re squeezing me..you must want my nut in your ass again.” Breaking out with a maniacal laugh, knowing that you were going to release an ear curdling scream when you regained your breath. Just as he promised, Grimm would laugh as he withdrew, and watched as your fluids spilled out onto his member. He seemed extremely satisfied to have all but made you vomit. Meanwhile, your pussy could not stop leaking from the impact and you felt as if it you were going to explode. That cervix was as good as bruised, if not damaged. You’d held off your husband for a long time when it came to kids and he had become frustrated in recent months. But now, you were filled with so many orgasms that it would be impossible to not be. That would be a conversation for another time…right now, you were focused on your own release.

“ ‘m gonna squirt….feel so full.” muttering out in a squeaky voice as you expressed that it felt as if something was pressing on your bladder.

“Damn, I’m surprised she has anything left in her…poor thing must be dehydrated at this point.”

Chrollo teased as he massaged himself, looking so sexy as he stroked himself. Ryo on the other hand, didn’t care!

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s squirt, piss..let it out. Come for me, bitch. Come for me with my dick in your ass.”

with that, you’d feel yourself come undone like an unraveling string and all you could do was remain frozen. He’d pound your hole for a few seconds more until he felt the wet stream of warm juices spilling out into the mattress..coagulating with the various other puddles you’d left behind. That head felt fuzzy and had gone so blank that it hadn’t even registered how loud you were screaming and moaning. Writhing around underneath his grasp and under their control. All three men would laugh at your reaction, watching you involuntarily flail from the sensation. Once you finished, Ryo would shoot yet another load into that anal cavity, grunting and leaving more brutal smacks on your already sore behind.

“Good job, my love. We’re so proud.”

“Yeah, that’s my beautiful little slut…”

“Such a nasty bitch, I love it.”

you were in for a long night and possibly….your future if they had anything to do with it!