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Robert Robertson: both a neighbor and a co-worker to you. And a hot one at that. One you’ve been trying to score for the duration of two months now.

You signed up for SDN months ago. It was after your previous job’s building was left in a devastating condition after a fight between a hero and a villain with pyro powers. In fact, a fireman at the scene even suggested applying for the position after overhearing you babbling through tears about needing a new job. Luckily, you managed to secure a dispatcher role.

Unfortunately, your luck ran short when Robert joined the program.

You didn’t have daily terrible shifts, or lose crucial items that could lead to reprimands, no- your luck ran out when it revolved around your comfort and pride.

Before dispatching, employment was unenjoyable in any shape or form. This job managed to give you some contentment: you could afford rent and additional wants (unlike your other jobs where you could only afford bills and a few groceries), have a sense of community, and have the pleasure of meeting cool ass superheroes. Of course, you had to ruin your bliss by gaining a crush on Robert.

It started when he first came into the office. You noticed him in the middle of your thirty-minute break, watching as Chase escorted him to his cubicle. You weren’t paying attention much, after all, you had a few minutes of relaxation before you went back to deal with your batch of idiots; but his voice stuck out to you. You recalled hearing the same handsome, warm tone elsewhere, however, you couldn't recall exactly where. So, curiously you passed a glance over his way.

Handsome; you thought, then went back to doom scrolling.

After your shift, you went home. As you unlocked the door to your apartment, you heard his voice again, this time it was nearby. He was there, at the apartment door beside you, the same guy, calling out to someone on the other side playfully. ‘Guess who’s home,’ As if he was trying to excite the person before making his entrance. You turned a bit to see a corgi...or chiuwawa appear pawing at his legs the moment the door opened.

Now it made sense, he was your next-door neighbor. You hadn’t met officially, obviously, but you occasionally hear him speaking to his dog (what you now know, but previously assume to be someone on FaceTime.) And late nights when it sounded like an industrial warehouse from his side of the wall.

It merely sparked your interest in him. Not only was Robert handsome and loving to his pet dog, but he was also quite charismatic, witty, and kind: all aspects you liked in a guy. Though, you never talked to him yourself. You observed him through others, listening in on meetings that weren’t very quiet and on conversations between Chase and him.

There have been attempts to have an actual encounter with him in the past, usually during shared breaks, grabbing coffee for the next shift, or in general passing by. Unfortunately, your nerves always seemed to get the better of you. Especially when everyone in the office could tell there was some romantic tension between Robert, Invisigal, and Blonde Blazer.

Yeah, okay. You’d be losing that fight quickly. One, you had no superpowers. Two, these women were skinny with model level features. He probably had a type.

There was no doubt you yourself were attractive, but competing against those two definitely caused some understandable insecurity. To be fair, you were probably just a background character to Robert anyway; despite being his neighbor and coworker. He didn’t exactly owe you anything.

“You know staring at him like that is creepy as fuck, right?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of someone behind you, resulting in coffee splattering on the breast of your uniform shirt. Turning around you were met with the sight of Prism and Malevola leaning against the nearest wall, giving the most judgmental, yet teasing expressions. Like little kids realizing their friend has a crush. You’ve never talked to the pair- they were a little intimidating, as you knew how mean they could get with others when together.

“Me?” you swallowed.

“Is anyone else staring at Robert?” Malevola questioned, sipping her own mug of coffee.

“No-sorry, I didn’t mean to come off-”

“Everybody already knows you're crushin’ on him,” Prism interupts with her factual observation, giving no room for arguments, “no point in defending yourself.”

You didn’t realize how often you stared at Robert; Now you’re getting concerned yourself.

“You ever actually gonna talk to him or just keep staring at him?” Maleolva thankfully gets straight to the point. Much for your sanity. “I mean- I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed. I’m even more surprised Chase hasn’t pointed it out to him, knowing how observant he can be.”

“I mean, I have tried talking to him,” you meekly reply, hoping to defend yourself a bit.

Prism gives you a look that makes you second-guess yourself, “Asking him if he needs sugar for his coffee isn’t talking to him.

For this being your first conversation with the pair, it’s getting quite stressful. It feels like a full-on investigation. “I would love to talk with him, I’m just not sure it would be appropriate when he and Blonde Blazer clearly have something going you,” you explain, finally getting to clean the coffee stain off your shirt with a tissue.

“Shit. That is true.” Malevola hums, “I don’t know if they're exclusive or anything. I mean, it would be pretty obvious.”

Finally straightened up, you decide to leave this conversation quickly, “Listen, I gotta get back to my desk. Please..don’t tell him...” You refuse to say his name in case he was listening at all, even if his desk was across the room. “I just..I really want this crush to just disappear.” Mostly because you thought Invisagal or Blonde Blazer would get him eventually. “Please?”

They looked a bit surprised by the request but ultimately shrugged it off, “whateva girl, it’s on you.” Prism scoffed, pulling out her phone.

Luckily, they evidently kept quiet about your crush since Robert still seemed clueless. Or maybe you couldn’t tell now since you had stopped staring at him from afar.

A week later there was an office party. Office parties didn’t happen often, but when they did no one skipped them. Personally, you didn’t want to go. Before, you didn’t worry about impressing anyone with the way you outfitted yourself at functions. Not to say you didn’t dress nicely, but now it would be different with Robert presumably attending.

God, you felt pathetic. It felt like you were in high school again contemplating which dress to wear, stressing over whether boys would laugh at you or not. Robert wasn’t like that; but, you still wanted to make yourself attractive for him. Then again, you’d be competing with Blonde Blazer and Invisigal. What was the point? To have fun, you wanted to remind yourself.

There was just something about Robert that brought out a geeky-love-struck side of you. A teen girl crush, if you would. In general, you knew it was his overall character. He was a man you could see being your husband- crazy as it was to envision, given your limited interactions.

It took a lot of convincing from heroes from your team to get you to tag along. Didn’t matter what excuse you utilized in getting out of the party, they found a solution for every last one. More importantly, they knew you well enough to know it was all bullshit.

By six o'clock you bought a dress from one of the nicest stores downtown. The dress fit your criteria: sexy, classy, and appropriate for an office party. You ensured you put the tag for the dress in the middle console. The next morning you’d be returning the dress.

Soon the party’s beginning approached, and Lunarbeam, one of the heroes on your team, picked you up fifteen minutes before. She volunteered to drive you when you used the excuse of not having a ride.

The party started slowly. At first, the only people there were Blonde Blazer, Phenomaman, and Waterboy. Blonde Blazer and Phenomaman continued to position the last of the decorations and snacks. Waterboy, on the other hand, was battling the urge to stick his hand in the bowl of pretzels in fear he’d soak all of them.

Then you saw him. Robert came through the doors, carrying Beef in one hand and plastic plates in the other. Blonde Blazer came over and took the plates. Obviously, Robert was told to bring them.

You sat in the corner as the room began to fill, nursing a drink in a solo cup to appear fine. In reality, your heart was pounding, and sweat puddled on your palms.

“I gotta go to the bathroom...” you said to no one in particular.

The mirror wasn’t alleviating the insecurities in your mind. Maybe it was the fact that most of the other attendies couldn't care less for appropriate outfits, or the fact that you felt gross in the dress you were in.

You used one hand to tidiously feel your chin. So soft. You hated it. Your eyes traveled to your arms, too big. Then they eyed your thighs, gigantic and out there. One thing was for certain; you wanted to go home.

In recent years, you’ve reached a degree of self-esteem that has allowed you to live comfortably in your skin. To take a glance in the mirror and smile back at the woman you’d see. Funny how it changed in the span of thirty minutes. In that moment, you found yourself proud of your past self for buying waterproof mascara.

The music from outside the restroom leaked through the crack of the door. Party time. You shifted from one foot to the other, gathering the courage to show your face. The sound of your coworkers celebrating flooded your ears. Most people were dancing while others engaged in their own conversations.

You reclaimed your spot in the corner, once again examining the scene. That was a mistake.

Invisagal and Robert were in an interesting position across from you. Invisigal was close, close enough to whisper in his ear and laugh about whatever they were talking about. Robert rolled his eyes amused by her antics.

They looked really comfortable. Comfortable enough for your heart to ache.

You needed some air.

The wind blew softly, causing the leaves of the trees to sway. You stood in the courtyard, looking through your phone. Silence was needed. The pain wasn’t as bad as you predicted, you barely knew him after all. If he wanted to date invisigal, that was his business. You sigh. Nothing was cheering you up.

Going home sounded like a plan, the apartment wasn’t too far off. On the way, you could pick up some snacks from the convenience store, then crash on the couch and watch movies to pass the time. Notting Hill was streaming, could use the time to watch that. Maybe smiling friends instead? Or-

Something pink and hot was licking your hand. Your head snaps and you meet the gaze of Beef.

“Kinda cold don’t you think?”

It’s Robert.

Beef left your side to explore his surroundings at a close distance. And Robert cast him a glance before looking back at you.

It’s like the universe wanted to enjoy the moment, because everything went silent. Besides the beating of your heart.

If anyone were to pass, they’d believe this was a hostage situation given your perturbed reaction.

Robert noticed, reactively putting his hands in his pockets, subconsciously trying to come off friendly. By the look on your face, he sensed his presence was the explanation. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Maybe you like the cold.” he quipped to lighten the mood.

“I don’t,” you instinctively answered. You hadn’t realized how cold it was till now. “Did... you need something?”

There were three reasons, in your head, for him being outside with you: Blonde Blazer wanted him to check on you, Robert was taking a breather as well, or he was heading home for the night. Part of you hoped it was.

“...Blonde Blazed noticed you were gone. Asked me to come check on you.” For some reason, you didn’t believe that. It was the twitch of his eyes from you to Beef that made you think twice. “Plus, beef and I needed a breather,” he added, as if to fuel belief.

You hummed with an attempt at nonchalance, picking at your dress. There was a pregnant pause before Robert chose to continue. “And...I noticed you disappeared when Visi asked me to dance earlier.” He crept in the fact with a telling tone.

God...he knew about your crush. You swore your blood froze right there and then. You remain quiet, eyes on the floor. Shame. You felt shame. Shame on you for being so stupid with a crush.

“Well, it’s eight thirty, I’ve got money to spare, a gorgeous girl in front of me and I’m wearing something other than my uniform; would you like to go out and get a drink with me?”

“What?” you blinked. Your head unhurriedly rose, only to meet his dark-honey brown eyes.

He re-adjusts himself, confidence taking a slight hit at your confusion, but not enough to persuade him to give up. “Do you want to go out on a date?” he spells it out clearly.

“I’d love that..”

“Oh shit. Happy Birthday, mami” He hugged you again. “Why you ain't tell me? I woulda got you something.” He scolded.

“I figured you knew already because of Sasha. Plus you don’t need to get me anything. Especially since you never let me pay for my shit.” You rolled your eyes, though you were extremely grateful.

“Whatever. Ima get you something regardless.'' He kissed his teeth. “Is this your house?” He motioned to the large modern house, its lights dim and filled with your closest friends, loud music, liquor, and weed.

“It's my family's vacay home. Wanna tour?”

“Yeah, for sho.” Next thing he knew your hands were entwined as you showed him around the house. As the tour continued upstairs, Connie could feel the blood rushing to his dick. The sight of your ass peeking from your skirt as you walked up the stairs had him ready to get on his knees, and truth be told he didn't know whether it was to bury his face in between your thighs or ask to marry you.

“And then this is my room.” Your words brought him out of his trance.

“It's very you.” He walked around the room analyzing everything, from the pictures on your wall to the strawberry vanilla candle that was recently burned.

“In a good way?”

“Of course mami, everything about you is good.” He stood behind you as you took pictures in front of your large full-length mirror, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he posed with you.

“These are cute, Con” You gushed, as you swiped through the pictures.

“We look good together.” He mumbled.

“We do.” Your eyes locked. The energy shift was so quick you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. “Connie?…”

Connie had wanted you craved you since that night you asked him if he sold pre-rolls. He didn't, but you were just too pretty to say no to. Since then, he longed for something more than what you already had.

He had planned on asking you to be his numerous times. From the first time you sat in his passenger seat where you gushed about how much you loved his car to just two weeks ago on your usual late-night drives when neither of you could tell if the sexual tension was due to the sativa or the breaking point of all the intense eye contact and not so subtle touches you shared the past month. Neither of you acted on it but it no longer mattered anymore, he had the opportunity right now and he was going to take it.

“Lemme make you feel good.” He broke the silence. Large hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer.

“What?” You instinctively leaned into him, thoughts going fuzzy.

“I know you heard me.” He muttered into your neck, light pink lips littering kisses onto your neck.

“C-Con, what are you doing?” You bit back a moan as he sucked harshly on the spot that had your knees weak and panties soaked.

“Be truthful, ma. You thought about this before or nah?” He pulled away from his assault on your neck, admiring the faint mark forming on your brown skin before looking into your eyes.

“What about-”

“Just a yes or no mami.”

“...Yes”

“Do you want to do this?” His hands traveled to grip the soft flesh of your ass through your skirt

“Please.”

“Then let me take care of you. You're the birthday girl after all.” He whispered before his lips were on yours.

The kiss started slow and passionate, before his hands gripped the back of your thighs, lifting you off the ground like it was nothing. The kiss became needy and sloppy. Saliva mixing as his hands roamed the area of your ass before gently placing you on the edge of your bed.

“Connie” You panted.

“You're so beautiful” He groaned, kissing down your body, his tongue running over your exposed cleavage before he unbuttoned your top.

Immediately his mouth was back on the soft flesh sucking gently on your nipple while he pinched and rolled the other.

“Fuck, Con” You whined, looking down into his hazel eyes that were staring you down. Releasing your nipple with a pop he gave attention to the other, his tongue rapidly flicking over the nub.

When he was finally satisfied with your whimpers and whines he let up his assault on your breast, peppering a trail of kisses down your pudgy belly before completely undressing you.

“You're so damn pretty. You know that?” He kneeled in front of you before separating your thighs. “Fuck”

Connie swore he could feel himself get lightheaded by how fast the blood rushed to his dick. The sight of your pretty pussy having him on the verge of cumming in his pants. Your pretty brown lips glistened with your arousal, the prettiest pink he'd ever seen peeking out between your folds the wider he opened your legs.

“Con.” You whined, cool air breezing against your clit.

“I got you, ma.” He gently kissed your clit. It wasn't long before he needed more, fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue traced the outline of your clit before dipping inside your folds, lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked on the bud.

“C-Connie shit.” Your hands traveled to his head, long acrylic nails running over his buzzcut to hold his head in place.

Letting one leg fall he replaced his lips with his thumb, rubbing tight circles on your clit, as his tongue teased your hole before diving deeper. Your walls immediately clenching onto his tongue.

“Fuck pa, oh my god.” You whined, hips bucking as you tried to push his head away though it was no use. He was pussy drunk, his tongue relentless as it slurped up your arousal before diving back into your spasming hole. “Fuck, Connie m’cumming.” Moans spilled from your lips at your release.

Despite your shaky legs and attempts to push his head away, Connie continued to lap at your pussy, slurping every last drop of cum before lifting his head.

“You taste like fucking heaven.” He groaned, kissing your inner thighs before standing. Not bothering to wipe his chin of your cum before taking his shirt off. His flexing muscles and ink-littered torso had you feening for more. “Fuck, turn around, ma.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips before flipping you around.

Your back arched, head resting on your arms. Connie couldn't resist the way your ass looked, kneading the soft flesh before landing a slap to your right cheek, eliciting a moan from your lips.

“What's your safe word mama?”

“Red.” You looked back, the sight of him spreading his pre-cum that leaked from his angry pink tip making your mouth water. He was big, at least 8 inches, thick, and fuck, it looked so heavy.

“Shit, m’gonna fill you up mami.” He slid his tip in between your folds, gathering your slick before lining up with your entrance.

“S-shit.” Connie let out a shaky breath as he sunk into your tight walls. “Fuck, relax, ma.” He could barely get his tip in without you squeezing him tight. “Breathe mami. I got you.” He gripped your hips sliding deeper into your soaked pussy, tip kissing your cervix once he fully rested inside you.

“Con.” You moaned, nails gripping the sheets tightly.

“I know mama.” He rubbed slow circles into your hips as he started to feed you slow deep strokes “Doing so good for me, look.” He tilted your head to the mirror. Your ass ricocheting off his hips with each thrust he delivered, his pace increasing.

“Fuck, Connie, please.” You moaned over the loud sounds of your pussy sucking him in and the claps of your ass.

Your words encouraged him to go faster. His hand wrapped around your throat, the pressure he applied mirroring the way your walls tightened around him.

“Ugh- fuck keep doing that nd imma put a baby in you.” He groaned. He was so deep, stretching you to full capacity. The repeated kissing of your cervix, having you see stars.

“Con I'm so- mhmmp I'm so close.” Connie could feel his balls tighten at your words. You were so addicting.

“Yeah? Gon head nd nut, mami. Let it go.” His eyes focused on where your bodies connected, a white sticky ring forming around the base of his dick.

“Shiiit” You moaned into the mattress, your walls spasming around his dick as you came, your cum dripping onto the mattress.

“Fuck” He groaned, his release following right after yours. Thick ropes of cum being shot deep inside you. He continued to give you slow strokes to ride out your orgasms before pulling out. After taking the time to clean you up he got you settled in bed, the party long forgotten as he rubbed soothing shapes onto your hip, giving you soft sloppy kisses as you drifted off to sleep.

“Happy Birthday mami.”

pt.2

“You n that nigga Jean still fuckin around?” He broke the silence, waiting for your answer as your eyes met his.

“Ony” You groaned, the tight grip he had on your ankles preventing you from moving.

“What? I can’t ask you questions now?” He kissed his teeth, putting out the blunt.

“No, because any time you ask about Jean we end up getting into an argument and I’m really enjoying my time with you right now. So no, you cannot ask.”

“Whatever. I’m just tryna figure out when you gon stop playing in my face nd be with me instead of his bitchass.”

“Onyankopon '' You shrieked. You never understood why Ony hated Jean till a few weeks ago when Ony drunkenly confessed his feelings. At first, you thought he was joking but the look on his face told you otherwise. For a minute, you were happy. Ony was everything you had wanted in a boyfriend and you two had practically been in a relationship just without the labels. It wasn't till Jean texted you that you got upset. Why confess his feelings when you're finally in a relationship? Deciding it'd be best to forget about it, you put Ony to bed, hoping he'd also forget about his confession. Clearly, you were wrong.

“What? I don't understand what you see in him. He's annoying as fuck, and I'm pretty sure he has 4 brain cells. Maximum.” He rolled his eyes at the thought of Jean. “Why won't you give me a chance when I'm the one for you?”

“We've talked about this Ony.” You sighed. Conversations like these were becoming frequent and they were so tiring.

“No mama you've talked nd I've listened.” You thought about it, he wasn’t exactly wrong. Silently praying this wouldn't end up in an argument you gave him a chance.

“Okay. I'm listening.” You whispered.

“C’mere,” He released your ankles.

“Ony I’m not gonna-”

“[☆]” The dominance in his tone had you clenching around nothing.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as he told. The moment you sat on his lap you just knew how it was going to end.

“Why you with him instead of me? And don't feed me no bullshit” His large hands were rubbing up and down your thighs getting dangerously close to your pussy that desperately ached for him.

You tried and you tried but there wasn't any good reason as to why you were Jean. Sure he was cute but he had no idea how to make you feel special and overall just couldn't please you. In multiple ways. The main reason though was that he wasn’t Ony. He just asked first.

“I don't know, Ony” You finally sighed, looking everywhere but him.

Any discipline you had when it came to Ony vanished when his hand wrapped around your throat, the slight pressure on your carotid causing your brain to go fuzzy and your panties to get damp “Look at me”

“Be real. Please” Ony released his hold on your neck to grip your thighs.

“You had the longest opportunity to ask me to be with you but you never took the chance, yet when I'm finally in a relationship you suddenly wanna give up everything and take a chance to be with me and I feel like that’s not fair to me Ony.”

He rubbed his hands down his face with a sigh. “You're right.”

"I did have that opportunity and always hesitated. I always assumed it would be just you and me, that you wouldn't pursue other relationships because of our bond. Since the day we met, I've wanted you. I know this is unfair and I'm so sorry princess, but I can't ignore my feelings any longer. Jean can't possibly be the man you want, the man you deserve. But I can. I promise to take the chance if you just give me another opportunity, and I'll do everything in my power to make you proud. You’re my best friend, my favorite person in the whole universe and I'm determined to be the person you need. I love you [☆].”

“Ony” you huffed, feeling as if all air was being vacuumed out of your lungs at his confession.

“Please. Lemme show you how much I love you.” He whispered, closing the distance that separated you. “Please” He captured your lips, his usual sweet taste with a hint of spiciness from the weed clouding your thoughts. Oh, how you missed this. Missed him. The kiss was intimate and familiar, the passion growing with each second. Ony’s hands roamed your body, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs before traveling to your ass, taking pleasure in the soft moan you let out, and using the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. On instinct, your hips rocked down onto him.

“Fuck, baby. I missed you” He groaned, flipping you onto your back.

“Ony we can’t” You huffed, despite the wetness growing in between your thighs. God he looked so good. His muscles bulged as he took his shirt off, your eyes trailed down his torso, mouth watering at the prominent v-line peeking from his low sitting sweats.

“Do you want this? Yes, or no?” His tongue traced lazy patterns on your skin as he littered your neck with kisses.

“Ony I-”

“Yes or no [☆]?” He nipped on your earlobe, hand dipping below the waistband of your leggings.

“Fuck, Ony” his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of your thong, fingers slipping through your folds. Gathering your arousal before circling your clit in tight circles. “Yes, please”

“Then shut up and lemme show you how much I love you” He murmured as he undressed you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he lapped at your folds like a starved man, his tongue repeatedly flicking your clit. “Missed you so fucking much. Don't ever give my pussy away again. You hear me?” He muttered, sliding two digits past your entrance. The action was easy with how wet you were.

“Ony” Your thighs threatened to close around his head.

“Answer me or I'm stopping” He slowed his movements, leaving you needy.

“It's yours. I'm yours pa, I promise” Your legs shook as he continued to give you slow strokes, the addition of another finger having you seeing stars. “O-Ony wait” You panted, attempting to push his head away but he refused to let up on your pussy, never wanting to stop till he and his couch were soaked in your essence as he lapped at your clit.

“Ony I’m so-fuck I'm so close” Your words encouraged him to speed up as he repeatedly hit the spongy spot of your walls. “Ony” Your walls clenched around his fingers, leaving little room for his fingers to continue as you reached your peak.

Despite your thighs tightening around his head he continued his assault on your pussy. It wasn't until he was finally satisfied with slurping up your arousal, that he pulled away pressing gentle kisses on your throbbing clit as he pulled his soaked fingers out of your walls.

“Missed you so much” He mumbled, giving you the nastiest kiss ever, your arousal all over his lower face.

“I missed you too”

“Yeah?” He grabbed your hips, positioning you on all fours.

“Ony” You whined, pout forming on your lips as you looked back. His dick standing tall now that it was no longer confined. God, please let me have feeling in my legs tomorrow.

“I know you ain't think I was done. You played in my face and let another nigga hit and think I'm not finna put you back in your place? Nah, both you and this pussy need a reminder of who you belong to” He slid his dick through your folds, your cream acting as lube.

“Matter a fact” He lined up at your entrance just as your phone started ringing ‘Jean baby’ flashing on the bright screen.

“Lemme show this nigga too.”