#mecha man dispatch

Waterboy, Sonar, Malevola, and Invisigal said 'occasionally'

Punch-up and Phenomaman said maybe

Flambae, Prism, and Coupe said 'no'

Invisigal and Malevola argued that 'some girls like the dad bod!'

It was dropped after one week, all without Robert becoming aware of their constant debates

They honestly forgot about the whole thing until two weeks later

You and Robert had been dating for quite a while now. You supported him before you knew he was Mecha-Man, during Mecha-Man, and when he transitioned to an office job. Robert has a lot of determination and self-discipline, but he swears he only walks into work every morning feeling somewhat motivated because of you. He sees potential in the Z-team, he truly does, so the fact that they don't even see their own potential irritates him to no end.

Every day, after work, he comes home to you and can finally relax. Being able to have a safe space to come home to is what keeps him going. He's been at his new job long enough that you can't really call it 'new' anymore, and you know his whole routine. So, when you see his lunchbox on the counter, you immediately know he's forgot it.

Thankfully, you had the day off from your own job. You decided that you'd bring Robert his lunch because if you don't, he will eat twinkies as a replacement 'meal'. Besides, why would you ever say no to seeing your boyfriend throughout the day.

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Robert forgot his lunch, of course. He didn't want to spend too much money buying lunch from one of the nearby too-expensive lunch spots, so he figured that after his next meeting he'd hit up the vending machine.

He has a meeting with the Z-team to go over new procedures and reflections on their most recent work, which has, thankfully, been good. They're still incredibly irritating at times, but the trust throughout the team is definitely better.

The meeting goes as well as it could, minimal glass doors and windows were destroyed. Robert is, of course, the last one to leave the meeting room when he dismisses everyone.

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When the meeting is over, everyone on Z-team immediately realizes there is a new face. None of them say hi, but they all see you speaking with Blonde Blazer. The two of you are speaking as if you've been friends forever, so they're all confused as to who you could be.

"Yeah, so, any of you know that girl?" Flambae asks the team, flippantly.

"Not a damn clue," Prism responds.

"You'd think we woulda seen 'er around before if she knows Blonde Blazer," Punch-up chips in.

Their conversation ends when they see Robert leave the room and immediately head over to you and Blonde Blazer. Robert puts his hand on your lower back and kisses the top of your head, muttering something to you as he takes a bag from your hands.

"I fucking told you!" leaving Invisigal's mouth is the first thing the break the silence.

Robert looks over, his hand on you unmoving, "What the fuck is going on?"

Phenomaman, in his blunt Phenomaman fashion, explains to Robert the bets and debates the Z-team had. You can't help but laugh at the thought of his co-workers debating if he could pull or not, but Robert is unamused. "And you couldn't just ask me beacause..?"

"Where's the fun in that Bob-man?" Flambae asks.

Safe to say, they constantly make jokes about how you're 'out of his league' and how they like you more than him

Robert doesn't mind these jokes, honestly

Robert honestly doesn't know how they didn't know, he has a picture of you and Beef on his desk

They all end up loving you, some people taking longer to warm up to than others

And you do, grinding your clothed cunt down against his hard-on with a broken little moan that makes his head spin. your arms curl around his shoulders as his hands drop back down to your hips to guide you a little harder against him.

“There you go, just- fuck- just like that, baby.” He grunts, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the side of your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to give him more space, whispering out his name breathily when he sucks at the underside of your jaw.

He needed this after today’s shit show, just a little TLC from you— and god knows he could spend hours like this with you all around him smelling like vanilla and so incredibly warm, he needed to feel you, your bare skin, so he quickly tugs his gloves off, throwing them onto the floor to run his hands all over your curves, rough palms tracing over your waist and up along your back.

“You’re so soft, so pretty.” He whispers against your mouth before pulling back just to lift your shirt— his shirt— over your head. His lidded gaze drinks you all in with a boyish grin, like he was proud of himself. “so fuckin’ pretty,” he drawls out, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbing over your nipples.

“Ah!- Robert-" you gasp when he pinches the hardened peaks, and you arch into his calloused palms with a broken whimper— giving a lazy roll of your hips that makes him writhe needily beneath you.

“wanna see you- need to-”

Your fingertips clumsily brush along his stubbled jaw, slipping under his mask and pushing it off his head. his freckled cheeks are slightly flushed, and his hair is all tussled, even more so when you run your fingers through it, coaxing a sigh from him.

“Missed you.” your words instantly soften something inside him, then your peppering warm kisses against his cheeks, and he just melts completely— arms wrapping around you like you’re the only thing grounding him… and in some way, yeah, you were.

“m’here now, baby, not going anywhere,” he promises, breath fanning over your collarbones, sloppily kissing back up your neck to your mouth— his lips slick with a mixture of your spit and his, all red and kiss-bitten. “I’m here.”

You clench around nothing as you rock down against his hard cock that is strained against his suit, the rough texture of it rubbing perfectly against your clothed clit— the cotton fabric of your panties completely drenched, leaving a filthy wet patch where you’re grinding desperately. your fingers tug at his hair, which only makes him jolt and buck under you making all sorts of needy moans that only encourages you to move.

The kiss is hot, wet, with his tongue licking into your mouth and his teeth nipping at your bottom lip— swallowing back all your whines whilst his hands grope at you, fingers sinking into the fat on your hips almost bruisingly.

“Gonna make a mess on me, huh?— come on baby, c’mon.” you can tell by the strain in his gruff voice that he was close, the way he tucks his face into the warm crook of your neck, panting hotly.

He mouths lazily at your collarbones as you practically soak his lap with a whiny: “Yeah— Robbie, coming— fuck, m’coming.” and he follows embarrassingly quick after you, coming in his underwear and ruining his suit even more than it already was— a very warm and sticky mess pooling wetly between you.

Your thighs twitch at either side of his own, and you collapse against his chest with a shuddering breath whilst his fingers run soothingly through your hair, trailing along your spine.

“You alright?” he asks breathlessly. you respond with a nod, and he grins against your shoulder, “bed?”

“Fuck yes.”

"You're really telling me you don't got anything interesting, other than me, happening in your plain, boring, totally lame, life?" Prism asks. She's leaning on the side of his desk, looking down at him with what seems to be mock pity- her lenses obscuring her face too much.

"Wow, thanks." Robert responds, typing up a report on the morning jobs that were already done. Office work was a drag.

"And even if there was, why would I ever tell you what's going on in my life?" He mutters, glancing over at Galen quickly to catch the guy's shoulders shaking a little from a chuckle.

Prism hums something of disapproval, pushing herself off his desk and walking around to the water cooler where Flambae and Invisigal are conversing.

"Such a sad, sad man." She exclaims, shaking her head like a disapproving mother. As if she was any better in the romance department.

Robert let out a sigh, continuing his mundane work for what is most of Z-teams lunch break. It was technically his too, but he didn't want to get something from the vending machine for the third day in a row, deciding to just tough it out until the end of the day.

Sonar walks onto the office floor, chatting with someone that Robert would probably care less about, probably another dispatcher that has some sort of smarts- enough for mister Harvard at least.

"Thank you for showing me," the person says, their voice reaching Robert's ears and making him stiffen as he recognized it, "I really appreciate it."

A hum follows from Sonar, who decides to go over to the trio at the water cooler and watch whatever was about to go down. Because it wasn't every day a pretty girl asked for his loser of a dispatcher.

"Hey there." The voice called from behind Robert. He tenses a bit before turning his chair around to face it. His girlfriend, which is you, is leaning on the wall of his cubby, a paper bag in your hand.

"Hey..." He responds, offering a genuine smile up at you while trying to avoid the stares from basically everyone on the office floor right now. "What brings you here? Aren't you supposed to be working?"

You scoff, getting off the cubby wall and drop the paper bag on his lap. He knows what it is just from the heat it emits onto his legs, but it feels too embarrassing to admit it. Such a cliche to have his girlfriend bring him lunch.

"You forgot this," you point out, staring down at him, "I remember telling you about it before you left this morning." The look on your face told him to either make up a damn good excuse, or not say a word, but he foolishly doesn't listen to his gut.

"Well- sweetheart you see I-" He gets cut off by Flambae spitting out the water he was drinking, Invisigal cursing him out for getting her top wet. A, 'Dude!' coming from her.

"Sweetheart?!" Flambae exclaims, putting his hands on the top of his head, "What the fuck??"

Robert sighs, letting his head drop down to try and process the migraine he was absolutely going to get, sooner or later. You step closer and rest your hands on his head, leaning it to rest on your stomach. The padding of your hero suit provides comfort to the building headache.

"That is so corny." He could hear Prism say, and just imagine the gag she probably pretended to make.

"Something wrong?" You ask, eyes pointed towards Flambae, your hands running through Robert's hair gently.

"No, everything is perfectly fine," Flambae says in a sarcastic tone before rushing over to the cubby and gripping at the walls, "Except for the fact that Bob Bobbert over here has a hottie of a girlfriend and didn't tell any of us!" Small fires light across Flambae's shoulders, but nothing serious.

Robert looks up at Flambae, resting his forehead on your forearm to keep his energy. It was clear the guy was flabbergasted, shocked and probably jealous from the 'hottie of a girlfriend' comment. This thought process leads Robert to smile, making eye contact with Flambae as he wraps his arms around your torso and resting his hands on your lower back.

'Fucker' Robert thinks to himself as his head goes back to fully resting on your stomach.

Most people have gone back to their work, but the members of Z-team that are present are still somewhat in shock.

"Is... Everything okay?" Someone calls out, entering the floor with the grace of a queen. Blonde Blazer pauses at the door and looks at Prism and Flambae's shocked faces. Hell, even Invisigal was unable to speak.

"Everything's fine." Robert calls out, pulling back from you so he can turn his chair around. Picking up the paper back he opens it to get a quick glance before setting it on his desk. "Nothing to see here."

"Alright then..." Blonde Blazer replies, walking over to his cubby. She eyes you up and down while standing next to you. "Hi there."

"Hi." You mutter back, sparing her a glance before resting your hands on Robert's shoulders.

Blonde Blazer shrugs before resting a hand on the back of his seat and leans in, reading his screen. Her finger tips teasing his back gently, something barely anyone would notice.

"There's a typo." She mutters, pointing at his screen to the smallest mistake ever made, leaning in closer to retype it, getting up into his personal space.

"Thanks..." Robert mutters, resting back into the chair so he can get more into your presence, indirectly leaning into Blonde Blazer's hand as well.

"It's no problem, happy to help!" She exclaims, her smile way too nice for your liking. Clearing your throat you shake Robert's shoulders gently.

"Take your break baby, lunch will get cold." You say, the more you talk the more aggressive your shaking gets. "No leftovers from you mister, not today."

With the 50 millionth sigh from him, Robert resigns and agrees, saving his work and logging off the computer so he can take his lunch break.

"Sure sweetheart," he responds, grabbing the back and standing up, "I'll eat every bite just for you." Got the love dripping in his tone would be sickening to him if it was someone else saying it.

An approving nod is made from you with a bright smile, patting his back as he walks over to the break room to eat in peace, away from the prying eyes of the Z-Team and anyone else who's still watching. Blonde Blazer's eyes follow as he gets up and leaves, soon after she takes her own step to follow him.

"Ah, ah, ah," you stop her, your hand held out in front of her, "What do you think you're doing?" While your tone isn't rude, it's not kind either.

"I have some work stuff I need to talk to him about, you know how it is." She shrugs, chuckling a little. Excuses.

"Talk to him after lunch." You state, shaking your head in disapproval. "It can't be that important, it can wait." It wasn't a question, it was a fact you knew.

With a hesitant nod, Blonde Blazer makes her way out of the office to her own, head hung a little low in what might be embarrassment.

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"So he definitely gets pegged, right?" Malevola says, looking over at Invisigal from across the table.