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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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You Leave Me Breathless

Summary: Bobby loves kissing you breathless, he loves how you try to fight him, and he loves how you always give in.

Pairing: Robert Pronge × Female!reader

Warnings: Robert Pronge (he's a naturally toxic character), sloppy kissing, heavy breath play, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light degradation, pet names (he calls reader Princess), and um... I guess secretly soft!Robert. (And also my horrible writing 😹)

Word count: I dont know, I wrote this on my phone on a whim

A/N: I have some thots for Murderer Monday, and I decided I might as well drabble them bahaha. Im in a Freezy mood 😈

"Bobby, please," you whimper breathlessly into his hungry mouth, your small hands pushing at his broad chest weakly. His kisses have stolen enough oxygen from your lungs to make you weak, your entire body tingling in his lap.

"I'm not fucking done, Princess," he snarls, his voice sounds almost as wrecked as yours does. The small break you get from him talking is short lived before he brings your mouth back to his. The firm grip he has on the back of your neck keeps you in place, you were far too light-headed to fight against him now—just like he wanted.

After another futile attempt to break the searing kiss, you slump against him, deciding it's best to let Bobby have his fun. A deep rumbling purr of approval echoes in his chest, his movements growing in intensity at your submission. You could only sit and take it, your hands sweeping into his long wavy hair, pulling on the strands for some sort of grounding. The sting makes Bobby hum, his hips starting to rut into your heat. The room was starting to spin and there was a ringing in your ear, all you could do was cling to him as best you coul. The feeling of your body going limp has Bobby's cock aching in his jeans, you were so weak, so defenseless, so pliant in his hold— it drove him fucking crazy.

"That's it, good fucking girl, let me have what I want," he growls as you try to catch your breath, the skirt of your dress was already hiked up so all he had to do was tear your panties in half. He pushed the torn fabric out of his way before undoing his jeans as fast as he possibly could. The sound of his zipper being pulled down was a faint whisper through the ringing in your ears.

"Hey, hey, fucking look at me, Princess," his gruff voice snaps you out of the daze you're in, the light slaps to your cheek brings you back fully. Your eyes focuses on his frame looming over you, your back now against the couch with Bobby's body holding you in place. He grips your jaw and spears into you harshly.

A wordless scream flies from your mouth, your legs already shaking as he starts a rough, punishing pace. A hand clutches the back of the couch while the other claws at his narrow waist, pulling him deeper into each thrust. The sound of Bobby groaning and shouting freely only added to the wetness between your thighs, you absolutely loved it when he fucked you like this; greedy, fast, hard, and filthy. It was perfect.

"Oh you're such a good fucking girl, Princess! You're my dumb little whore, aren't you? My stupid fucktoy, hm?" He grunts and speeds up, his hips crashing into yours sloppily.

"Yes, Bobby!" You sob and try your best to meet each hard drive of his cock. He smirks at the way you try to fuck yourself on him.

"That's it, fuck yourself on my cock, show me how bad you wanna cum," he taunts, knowing that you can't do it like he can. After a few unsatisfactory grinds, you whine.

"Bobby, please, can't do it like you can," you voice is laced with desperation, "make me cum, baby, please, I need t'cum!" You were so close to finishing, but you needed Bobby to push you over the edge. You can feel the pride radiating off of him at your begging. The way you looked up at him with your pretty eyes, begging him to fuck you always made him feel like a king.

Suddenly his hips begin slamming into yours, the couch scraping across the rug as he fucks you like its the last thing he'll ever do. He drops his body against yours completely, letting you feel every inch of him. His face is hidden in the crook of your neck as he ravishes you, both of you screaming with unbridled pleasure.

"B-Bobby! Bobby!!" You scream, there's no time to warn him before you cum, your walls closing in around him so tightly he has no option but to grind against you. Your high immediately triggers his own, the sound of your releases mixing fills the room, his own throaty scream of ecstasy rumbles against the sweaty skin of your throat.

You both tremble in the aftershocks, his softened cock still buried to the hilt inside you. The living room that was once alive with the salacious noises of your violent lovemaking is now hushed as you gasp for air. You leisurely pet the messy hair of your lover as you both come down. He could say that he doesn't like 'that soft shit' all he wants, but the way he nuzzles closer into your neck and the way his whole body seems to relax says otherwise.

He was Mr. Freezy, but you knew what made him melt.

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