BANG BANG BANG | Flambert Edition!

This song stuck in my head real bad and it's soooo them.

Robert x inexperienced! Reader x inexperienced! Herman. Imagine Robert teaching Waterboy how to go down on you while you're propped up on Robert's lap. Encouraging you to cum over and over again on Herman's tongue and Herman is practically rolling his eyes in the back of his head because 1) the pussy got him actin unwise 2) his idol is praising him as he sloppily works you open with his tongue [holding your parted thighs apart is lightwork to him, might I add], and 3!) Your loud mewls and keens reassure him that he is in fact making you feel oh so good. Meanwhile Robert is massaging your breasts, your stomach, and your sides in his calloused hands. Placing heated kisses on your lips and bites across your neck, lovingly. Calling you his baby girl. Doing so well for your bfs/husbands/fiancés. (One of the only ones that could ever call me bbg and LIVE)

Summary: It's time.

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: Please practice safe sex, everyone. That being said...

CW: cunnilingus, cowgirl, missionary, light spanking, praise, worship.

Chapter 7: Equal

Eleven at night. The empty apartment was quiet, only the low hum of the air conditioner mixed with muffled sounds from outside.

A knock on the door breaks the silence, interrupting the ambience. Robert cocks a brow, wondering if you had probably left something despite it being about an hour and a half after you had left. He moves to the door and opens it, jaw slack at your appearance.

Your eyes are puffy, dark skin tinting with a slight shade of red, mascara running down your cheeks like a black river. You were slouched, hiccuping silently as you didn't say a word. You couldn’t resist; you dash yourself right into his arms, letting go into his white tank.

He immediately wraps his arms around you as he feels you dragging closer to the floor. “You’re okay. Hey, you’re okay. Everything is going to be fine.”

He had a small feeling he knew what had happened.

You grasp the fabric of his shirt harshly on his back. He lightly grunts, but doesn’t move to push you away. If anything, he pulls you closer. Your comfort was his priority for now.

He carries you to the bathroom and sets you down on the toilet seat in the slightly cramped room. He rips off a piece of toilet tissue from the handle, but before he could give it to you he had a slight change of mind. Here you are, sobbing in front of him, and he was going to only give you a fucking tissue.

He throws the tissue to the side and cups your face, his thumb swiping at the black tears in a slow caress. He doesn’t look away from you; nothing is as important.

For a good 15 minutes, you two don’t talk. You only let the bathroom’s climate carry the mute conversation between your faces.

You sigh, leaning into his hand occasionally. He takes his free one and intertwines it with yours. You hiccup, taking slow breaths.

“I know I just left.” You chuckle in sorrow. He returns a small sympathetic smile before it immediately leaves his face.

“You’re fine, okay? You’re never unwelcome here.” He swipes his thumb once more. “I hope you know that.”

You give a confirming nod.

He sits up from his crouching position and sits on the edge of the bathtub. You feel the need to lay down with the story that is to come, so you stand and step into the tub. You lie back against the tile and look up at the ceiling.

“I walked in on Kieran fucking my best friend who I haven’t seen in 5 years.” You say, not having the time to sugarcoat.

“I text her all the time, and I’m not even mad about the fact that Kieran is cheating on me. It’s about my best friend who introduced us in the first place.” You let out a harsh exhale, rubbing your forehead and closing your eyes. “I thought she said she’d moved, and I don’t know if she actually did and came to visit, or if she’s been here the entire fucking time. They seemed like they’ve don’t this shit before.” You snort in disbelief.

Robert grips the edge of the bathtub before he turns to face you. He takes a look at your exhausted state. “Do you want a drink at all? It may help.”

You shake your head. “Water is the only thing on my mind right now. I’m afraid drinks will be disastrous tonight.”

He gets up and walks to the kitchen, and you can hear the water from the filter filling up a glass. Then you hear the clopping of paws against the tile before they scratch at the side of the tub. A fat Beef excitedly hops in hopes of getting to you over the barrier. You grin and pick the dog up, holding him close to you and petting behind his ears. Beef yips in satisfaction and you give him a quick kiss as Robert comes back with your glass. You finish off with the chihuahua, giving him stomach scratches before putting him back down on the floor. Beef circles around Robert once before leaving out the door.

Robert chuckles and closes the door, holding the cups in his hands. He steps into the tub, causing you to hold your knees to your chest and give him space.

He sits down and hands you the water. You damn near down it, and you set it down on the edge of the tub. You belch, frowning.

“Sorry.”

“Please. It’s natural.” He sniggers. He lets the silence settle the mood before he speaks carefully.

“I don’t know how you feel. And I can’t sit here and act like I do, say that I understand what you're going through when in reality I probably don’t know half of it.

“At first when I told you that I thought you should break off the engagement, I immediately regretted it when you left. It’s hard to believe, but it was the fact that I didn’t think you had it in you to continue. But you went 5 years putting up with his bullshit, and I should’ve recognized it.

“He is less than you. And I believed you didn’t know your worth. But you are stronger than I held you up to be. And for that, I’m sorry that I underestimated you and immediately jumped to conclusions despite my not knowing how hard it is to leave a long relationship.

“Because I know for a fact that I am not better than you, and I don’t want to be.”

He sits up and takes both of your hands.

“I want to be your equal.”

You look at him and your face scrunches up into another upcoming sob. It all came together at once; this entire time, he wasn’t just showing you what you can have. But he was actively trying to help get you out. The kisses you rejected were completely optional, because he knew that as long as you were understanding the way you’ve been constantly wronged then it’s enough for him to be content with you.

So when you became defensive about not wanting to break it off with Kieran, it made him think that you didn’t know how much potential you had for greater things.

Robert pulls you to him, having you lie down on his black, tear-stained tank. You can feel the damp fabric on your cheek and you place one hand on his chest and the other around to the nape of his neck. New mascara stains dot the old ones as you sniffle.

“My shirt is so ruined. Look at what you did.” He says jokingly, smiling gently as he rubs your back up and down.

. . .

The caresses have moved more slowly, and the room has gotten quieter. Robert has been under you for about an hour now, everywhere you turn he would shift to make sure you're comfortable. His back was hurting, but if it means being a pillow for you to confide in him then so be it.

You finally clear your throat and sit back, looking down at his shirt. “I really did fuck your shit up. My bad.” You say, feeling the damp tank top on him. He waves a dismissive hand.

You look down at your own tear-stained clothes, still In your stupid SDN uniform. “Fuck, I’m a mess.”

You stand up. “Thank you.”

He raises an eyebrow and looks up at you. “Huh? Where are you going?” He says, perplexed.

You lift your leg to step out of the tub. “To go home and confront Kieran. I mean, we gotta talk about it sooner or later.”

“Whoa, hold on.” He stands up quickly in the tub in an attempt to stop you. The scurrying was already enough to make you pause in your tracks. “What?”

“Are you really sure that’s what you want to do? Just…go? Like that?”

You look around before you nod. “Well, yeah.”

Robert responds with a soft glower. “No, look, you can’t just do all of this in one night. You need to take it slow, if you don’t it will not end well. Not only that, but Kieran is probably drunk. Don’t make yourself deal with that.”

He stands up straight and takes your chin, turning your head to face him.

“I will take care of you. I will literally tend to you all night, I don’t care.”

You don’t respond, and he steps closer.

“Fuck, please stay.” He whispers, his face leaning towards yours. If you weren’t sure before whether the things he says have meanings behind them, this one for sure did. Everything boils over, and at this moment you knew it was time to reap the benefits.

You lean into his face, and he takes this as permission. He subtly licks your lips for a taste before diving in, moving his mouth against yours.

You don’t remember his lips being this soft. You sigh into his mouth, pulling him closer against you. He takes one hand and presses it against the nape of your neck, squeezing right enough to make you gasp. His other goes to your waist and under your shirt.

You both pull back, and he instantly moves to pepper kisses to your jawline, the tingling sensation making you shiver. He trails down and places open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

You moan quietly and put your hand into the locks of his hair, leaning your head back to give him more space. Your breathing was heavy and your eyes fluttered. He nips a soft spot, and you jolt with a whine.

“Fuck.” You whisper. This drives him harder, and his hand under your uniform shirt slides up. He pauses. “Can I?” He whispers against your neck.

You nod instantly. Why even ask at this point? It was what you needed all along. He quickly takes off your shirt to reveal your bra holding your breasts nicely. He ghosts your lips just barely to tease you as his hands wrap around your back and unclip the harnesses.

The moment your tits show, he fondles one gently in his hand and swipes his thumb over your nipple. When he gently pinches, you jerk yourself ever so slightly to fill his hand more with your breast. You puff in his face, and when you look down he reverts your eyes to him.

“Look at me, baby.”

He gives your opposite tit love, and his free hand slides down to skim over your ass, squeezing. You swallow thickly. “You’re teasing.” You say, voice hoarse.

“Of course I’m teasing. Wouldn’t you want to be wet when I eat you out?” He asks, biting your bottom lip.

Your eyes widen. “Huh?” You say, noticing he’s already moving down with occasional kisses and sucks to your breast and stomach. He notices a darker part of your skin that resembles a scar on your side. He rubs it softly.

“Based on what you’ve told me, can I say this was from your mom?” He questions.

“Yeah. It left a scar. I was a bit insecure about it when I first had it, but it’s just another part of my body at the end of the day.”

Robert hums in acknowledgment, planting a soft peck to the scar and smiling. “It healed so prettily.”

You, flustered, roll your eyes. “Whatever.” You snicker. You feel a tug on your hips as he brings his hands to hook onto the waistband of your bottoms. He looks up at you, almost like he is in awe of what he can’t even see yet.

Slowly, but surely, he pulls down the clothing, uncovering your already soaked panties. You cover your mouth, hoping he doesn’t see that you’re embarrassed. But, as you knew from the cold night walking from dinner, he wasn’t stupid.

He was on his knees, and he lays his head on your pelvis as he rubbed your sides up and down.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you wanna say that for me?”

You laugh. “You’re being corny.” You say, holding a hand up. You were really just trying to catch your breath, which was threatening to leave you gasping before he could even do anything.

He chuckles. “If it’s worth being corny for someone I love, then so be it. Say it, baby. Tell me you’re beautiful. And repeat it until you can’t.”

You groan and sigh, grinning. “I’m very, very beautiful. I’m so—“

You tense up and your breath falls as you feel his fingers swipe against your clothed clad pussy. Your breath hitches and you stop, your hand shooting for the tile wall of the tub. “Robert—“

“Why’d you stop?”

You shoot a glare at him. He rubs the tips of his digits against your clit. “C’mon, at least three more times.” He quips.

“This is so embarrassing." You mutter before you start, not even clocking him pulling down your panties. “I’m beautiful, I’m so beautiful, I—“

You suddenly choke out a loud moan and look down again, seeing Robert’s finger already probing your entrance. His free hand lifts one of your legs and places it on his shoulder. You lean against the bath wall for balance. But even that didn’t stop you from stumbling when his mouth latched onto your clit.

He laps at you, slowly but so intensely. His hand on your leg moves to hold your hips against the wall, keeping you from squirming too much.

Still, your hips jerk, and your breathing is suddenly so broken as you try to roll against his mouth. When was the last time you even had sex this good?

Your hand finds his hair and you bite the bottom of your lip. You never thought that you were so vocal until now. Moaning, grunting, whining, whimpering. Even trying to form simple sentences that came out incoherent.

You hunch forward, panting heavily as his tongue prods at your sensitive nub.

He pulls his tongue away, but his fingers continue their ministration, brushing your G-spot with that “come hither” motion. “Breathe, baby.”

You gasp, trying your best to reset your breathing. He looks up at you, his eyes dilated with the pleasure of seeing you so dazed. “Good, let me look at you.”

You make eye contact with him, inhaling slowly. You both don’t dare to avert your eyes as he slowly leans back to your cunt to continue working on your mound. You felt him slurp and run his tongue through your folds, and if you weren’t about to orgasm before you were definitely going to now.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum…” You whimper, shakily tightening your grasp on his hair. He pulls out his fingers and puts both his hands on your hips now, loosening them to give you room.

“Use me.” He says.

You roll your hips and buck against his tongue. Both of you work together to chase your climax. It suddenly crashes on you as you tremble and wail, losing your balance as the buzz fogs your brain. Your legs fell out quickly, but Robert was quicker. He shoots up and meets you in the middle, holding onto you as he sets you down into the tub. He licks his middle and ring finger before wiping off his mouth, coated in your juices.

“How the fuck…?” You say, laughing breathlessly. You thought Kieran was the only one who could make you cum with enough effort..but you damn near came twice back to back from Robert with nothing at all.

He chuckles. “I just winged it.” He shrugs. You sit up and look up at him.

“No way. Not even a YouTube tutorial?”

“What kind of video on YouTube demonstrates how to eat someone out?”

You shrug. “Search it up.

“No.” He laughs before giving your forehead a series of soft smooches. You look at him hovering over you, and when he pulls back he catches your eye.

You both looked at each other for a good minute. You noticed you could only maintain such contact with Robert.

He breaks the silence. “Would you like me to get a condom?” He soothed. A subtle invite for the main course.

You don’t even think twice. “Yes. Please.” You answer. He nods and gives you a quick kiss, standing up and walking to the bathroom mirror, opening it, and grabbing a packet from the shelf.

You give him space to get back in the tub, sitting up. Your hands skim under his shirt, and you jerk your hands back.

He notices this and freezes also. “Is it my scars?” He says, lifting the shirt himself and revealing his toned bod. You quickly shake your head.

“No! No, I just didn’t expect you to be so fit.”

“You’ve seen me in the gym before, though. Are you trying to say you thought I was all skin and bones or something?” He smirks.

You frown. “Stop.”

He titters and takes off his shirt. “Nah, I get what you mean, pretty girl.” He gestures to you to come over to him. You move to his command, and he grabs your ass to scoot you closer. You were straddling him now, and he kissed your shoulder before enveloping your breast in his mouth, sucking and swiping his tongue around your nipple.

You hissed, your hips automatically bucking against the bulge under his boxers. He groans, snaking his hands to your back and pulling your upper body to him, giving him more of your tits to suck.

After a few minutes, he pulls back with a pop and a small string of saliva. “Lift your hips for me.”

You oblige, and he goes back to momentarily give your breast more love. All the while, he pulls down his boxer to reveal his angry cock. It was already leaking precum, and your jaw slacks at the sight.

“Do you want it?” He coos. You nod, and with that, he applies the condom and holds onto your hips. “Listen, if it hurts or if you don’t think you want to continue, you need to tell me. Okay?”

You nod again.

“Words this time.” He demands softly.

“Yes, I understand.”

He aligns your entrance with his cock. “This is also all about you. I’m fine with whatever pace you go. I’m not here for my pleasure.” He clarifies.

When you are both in mutual agreement, you sink down and his hand holds the base of his shaft to keep it steady for you. You feel the tip push into your entrance, burying him in your warm walls. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your head falling forward.

“Breathe, you’re doing good, just breathe.” His hand cups your face. You hiccup, hunching forward and hugging him as you sink the rest of the way down. His eyes roll a little as he bottoms out. “Fuck, there we go.”

You let yourself adjust to his size, which was definitely bigger than what you’ve experienced. He waits patiently. Then you pull back and take a deep breath. Your hands land on his scar-decorated chest and you continue grinding your hips, your clitoris brushing against his happy trail and your canal hugging his length. You moan softly, kissing his neck in an effort to hear him moan. He sucks in a sharp breath, looking down at your hips working.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. Ride me just like that.” He huffs quietly. Your slit stretches from his girth, and you slightly start to bounce, letting his cock appear and disappear with each thrust.

You whimper, pumping his cock with your cunt as you go a bit faster. You pant against his neck, muttering words to yourself, though you couldn’t make sense of any of them from the dizzying action. Robert holds your back and you plunge your lips against his. You both moan, the noises echoing in the bathroom.

“You’re so much better than I imagined.” He says, punctuating it with a light slap to your ass. You writhe and let out a sweet sob going even faster. One of his hands grasps your tits as you move in a more desperate rhythm.

“Yes, fuck, Robert!” You whine, now feeling his crown kiss your cervix. You hear him moan as he feels it, too, earning you a slap to your ass again, this time just a bit harder. You gasp, shivering.

His dick hits that gorgeous spot over and over and over. You were going insane. “Please, please, please…” You whine and beg.

“Please what?” Robert asks.

You groan in euphoria. “Please fuck me harder.” You say. You really did want it harder, but you forgot how tedious riding was as you start to slow down

He notices and nods, moving you to lie down on the tub floor. He hovers over you and spreads your legs.

“I love this gorgeous hole of yours.” He states, swiping his finger against the lip before giving it a few gentle pats. You jerk, the sensitivity like an electric shock. “Ahn!”

He chuckles deeply before he pumps his erection and slowly slides into you once again. He first fucks you at the same pace you had left off, your hips suspended in the air and being held by his hands. The more he goes faster for you, the more he leans in toward you.

Soon, your legs were in the air and over his shoulder as he pounded into you like a depraved man. Your and his moans were loud and mixed into each other like a melting pot. You sob as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

Then, as a knife would slice, your orgasm hits you and you cry out. Your back instantly arches and the hands that were on his back scratch, strong enough to open wounds.

Robert holds you tight as he slows his pace when he is sure you are done. “I got you,” he says intimately. “You did amazing. I’m so glad that I got to do this with you.” He whispers in your ear like a lullaby.

Your shoulders jerk as you start to cry. Not even in the face of sex, but the fact that you finally found yourself willing to start something new. Something desirable. You hold him tighter, not wanting him to let go.

“I love you so so much. You don’t have to say it back, but just know that I do.” He says, pressing his cheek against yours.

You sniffle into his neck, your legs still a bit tense from him still being buried into you. You smile and wipe your tears, his hands following suit after.

“I love you, too.”

. . .

The bath water fills the confines of the tub as Robert sits behind you, helping you relax. The wash cloth smooths against your back while he bathes you quietly. You have one leg propped up, the knee poking out of the water. Robert gives you feathered pecks occasionally. You lean back against him and close your eyes as he takes care of you.

You could be here forever. You could leave your apartment in Kieran's name and pack your bags. You can stay here and finally experience something you couldn’t indulge in for the past 5 years.

And to think it took your colleague to finally discover yourself.

MASTERLIST

But it's been almost a year since the Red Ring attacked and raided the SDN Torrence branch, and lately Flambae has had this sinking feeling that things are going too well (we know he's got anxiety in canon), and he's worried that something is going to come along and threaten his happy little work family

Specifically he's worried that some Red Ring leftovers that got away may have it out for Robert since they now all know he's Mecha Man, and there's no telling how many other villains they've blabbed to about it

On the one hand, plausible deniability SDN has the resources to gaslight the public in case anyone decides to try and out Robert's identity

On the other hand, when they're out and about Flambae is extra paranoid that something will happen to Robert and will not leave him alone. So much so that he drives him home from work every night, and eventually just starts staying over

Robert of course indulges this because

A) Flambae can cook

B) he gets to be little spoon to a walking heating pad

C) this is the safest he's felt physically in a while