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It was Friday morning. No plans, no obligations, just you and Robert in your shared apartment.
You were busy making pancakes for yourself, and Robert whilst also sizzling a side of bacon for Beef (can't forget our good boy Beef)
That’s when you felt it: warms hands sliding up underneath your oversized shirt, feeling up the smooth expanse of your stomach that stopped right underneath the swole of your breasts
"Morning to you to," you murmured, stifling a moan as lips accompanied by a stubbled chin made its way to your exposed neck. The hands underneath your shirt continued its journey before finding its target, hands fondling and squeezing your breasts while a very obvious hard on was pressed on your backside, your assailant humming against you
"G'Morning sweetheart"
You tried to focus, you really did.
But the hands that were now pulling at your hardened nipples were making it very difficult to do so.
"Rob, y-you're going to make me burn the damn bacon" you tried to reason with him, but his hands and hips did not falter. Rather he gripped your tits with purpose, sucking a mark into your skin as you held onto the spatula and the edge of the counter for dear life
"Breakfast can wait, need you first"
Fuck
With quick hands, Robert turned down the heat on the stove top, the spatula long forgotten and placed elsewhere, as he moved you to the edge the counter that wasn't near the stove. Maneuvering to one side, his left arm wrapped around your front as his cock pressed against the exposed part of your thigh, his right hand caressing the exposed skins before bending you over
"Be a good girl f'me, yeah?" he whispered against your ear, fingers delicately moving down towards your lacy (color) thong, rubbing the wet spot that had formed on what little fabric covered your hole. Your words seemed to have failed you as you moaned softly in agreement
With swift hands, he moved your thong to the side and groaned at how wet you already were. "All this from me touching these perfect tits and a lil’ bit of grinding? Fuckin' naughty girl”
His fingers rubbed your slick folds, moving them in a motion that had you reeling when just the tip of his figers grazed over your throbbing clit.
He took his teasing further by spreading your pussy apart and even taking a finger to prod at your tight hole. Just on the edge of entering you—but not quite
"P-please"
"Please what babe? I can't give you want you want without the right words" You could practically hear his shit-eating grin the bastard.
"Please.. I need your fingers"
"Where?"
“A-gh! I-in me! please, need your fingers in my naughty pussy”
“Good fuckin’ girl”
Finally, a slim finger entered you. You threw your head back in pleasure releasing a breath of relief you didn’t even realize you were holding. He let a breath out himself, the warmth of your walls squeezing him so good he practically felt his cock jump in excitement
His hand was firm against your pussy, moving it in and out, and even bending his finger against the soft spot in that had you moaning and moving your hips for more
Soon, one finger become two, and two became three. The squelches of your cunt reverberating in the kitchen overtook the soft sizzling of the bacon as your saccharine moans filled the room
“Fuck, your pussy is taking my fingers so well”
Your right hand gripped onto the counter tightly as your other held onto his arm that was now wrapped around your neck, your well manicured nails creating small crescent moon shapes into his skin.
His pace had increased, his hand & wrist covered in your pussy juices, and the feeling of being full had become very apparent as you neared your impending orgasm
"F-fuck! Robert, please, please, I'm- agh- I'm close baby. Can I cum?"
He chuckled, smooshing a kiss into your cheek
"Since you asked sooo nicely… go ahead baby"
Your moans grew in pitch and finally, with legs shaking violently, you came. Your chest rising and falling in an attempt to calm yourself
Robert’s fingers left your hole with a soft pop!
Strings of white pearlescent fluid stuck to his fingers, some dripping onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor before he brought his fingers back to your folds, rubbing circles on your soaked pussy lips whilst whispering praises into your hair, claiming what a good girl you were.
You leaned your head against his cheek, breathing in his scent that faintly reminded you of the office coffee and burnt bacon—
wait
ssssss
FUCK— THE BACON!
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fic was inspired by this on twitter. forewarning it is a NSFW post so beware :P
