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babyjakes · 4 months

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devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.

word count | 1,485

an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!

Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.

Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."

Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.

It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.

The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.

He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.

"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.

"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.

"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.

Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.

"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.

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beyondthefold · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS as MR. FREEZY The Iceman (2012) | dir. Ariel Vromen

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scuddish · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS as ROBERT “MR. FREEZY” PRONGE THE ICEMAN 2012 | dir. Ariel Vromen

#i cannot be normal over a man ever but long haired chris evans has me in a chokehold rn #chris evans #chrisevansedit #cevansedit #mr freezy #robert pronge #the iceman 2012 #*scuddish.gif #mine #tw blood #cw blood #tw gore #cw gore #userlila #mrfreezyedit

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americanass1981 · 3 months

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Chris Evans in the iceman as Robert Pronge (Mr Freezy)

#chris evans #cevans #the iceman #robert pronge #mr freezy

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abbatoirablaze · 2 months

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Cold As Ice, Robert Pronge

Word Count: 1k

“I work alone…”

“Yeah…you said that already!” she spat, shooting me another glare. My jaw twitched as I looked away from her and I pulled a cigarette from the pack, lighting up, “You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you cut your hair.”

“Fuck off!” I hissed as she messed with my hair, her fingers catching in my tresses and tugging on them ever so slightly, “I said fuck off. I don’t care how much Jimmy is paying me, if you don’t learn what personal space is you’ll be the next body in my freezer.”

“Ohh, someone’s touchy,” she giggled softly. I turned my head to look at her and she rolled her eyes, “you need to relax…get laid or something Pronge!”

“Pass!” I growled, giving her another once over before I sucked in on my cigarette, “especially not taking an idea that comes from you!”

She shook her head at me and turned as I parked the truck.

“Hey…where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Going to check my surveillance equipment if that’s okay, your highness!”

A growl rose from my throat once more as I watched her stalk towards the back of the truck. My jaw twitched as I noticed her hips swaying. Instinctually I sized her up, watching how the skirt from her striped dress bounced, giving me the smallest peak of her red lace thong. How the short skirt did nothing to cover her shapely thighs and toned legs. How the dress hugged her curves, it’s white boddice so tight her cleavage was nearly spilling over the top.

Maybe the broad was on to something.

Maybe I did need to get laid.

I stood from the chair and followed her back to the back of the truck. By the time I reached her, she was hunched over the counter, her laptop scanning something.

But I wasn’t paying attention to the laptop.

My cock twitched in my pants as the skirt raised, giving me a perfect view of her ass, and slightly spread legs.

“Don’t even think about it!”

I stood stock still, my eyes not leaving her core.

“Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” I replied shortly.

But I knew that she could hear the hunger in my voice, “oh, Fuck off, Pronge. I know what you’re staring at.”

“Not staring at a thing!”

She spread her legs a little bit more and wiggled her ass at me.

I couldn’t stop the groan that left the back of my throat.

She looked at me over her shoulder, a cheeky, wolfish grin on her face. Her brow rose, “don’t know what I’m talking about, huh? Because your cock sure knows.”

My jaw twitched yet again, this time joining the pulsing rhythm of my hardening length for a moment. I took a few steps further until I was pressing against her, the only thing separating us was the small, delicate piece of lace, and my white pants.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Angel…” I whispered against her throat.

A shiver ran down her spine, but she leaned back, rubbing herself against me; her slightly spread thighs giving my length just enough room to be nestled against her. I hissed, feeling her arousal through my pants.

Reaching forward my hands settled on her chest, cupping her breasts. Her nipples were hard, poking through the fabric.

“Seems like you want me to think about it!” I teased, tweaking the nubs.

She moaned, arching against me. Closing the laptop, she pushed it out of her sight, and I pushed her hard against the counter.

And this time I felt her twitching around me as she let out a sultry moan.

“You like that, you little slut?”

She nodded, pressing herself against me again.

“You’re like a damn bitch in heat,” I smirked. She whimpered when I took a step back, but a squeak passed her lips when I ripped the lace from her lower half. I licked my lips, noticing just how wet she was already. Sliding my zipper and unbuttoning my pants, I slid them down my thighs before teasing her once again. She hissed as the fabric of my briefs came into contact with her pussy, “what? Not enough for you?”

“More…”

“Beg for it..”

“Pl-please,” she whimpered softly, rubbing her backside against me. I held back as I felt her hole catch on the tip of my cock. The only thing separating us was my quickly ruined briefs, “ne-need to feel you.”

I took another step back and slapped her pussy without warning. The crack against her skin seemed to bite through the air, another moan following quickly behind it as her wetness coated my hand.

“Slut!” I taunted, slapping it again, this time one of my rings catching her clit. Her legs shuddered as she moaned even louder. I did it a third time and she squirted all over my hand, creating a mess on the floor. I tapped her pussy and clit while she did, her legs shaking even harder to the point of me nearly holding her up. When she stopped, I looked at the ground, and then back to her shaking form. Pressing my body over hers, I rubbed myself against her. She shuddered once more as I pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance.

She tried to lean back, but the fabric from my briefs kept me from stretching her open. I leaned up against her throat and pressed a firm kiss at her artery, “you’re nothing more than a slut looking to be used up and tossed aside…and I’ve got a job to do…so be a good little bitch and clean up your mess…and maybe I don’t tell my employer that his girlfriend was trying to fuck the hitman instead of learning from him.”

And with that, I took a few steps back, pulled up my pants, and started towards the front of the truck.

“I-I want you to kill him too…”

“You ruined my fucking pants!” I growled, not bothering to look at her as I sat back in the driver’s seat.

“Kill him too, Pronge…” she begged from the back of the truck, “I-I can get you his money…I’ll fuck you in the Caymans.”

“Could have fucked you in the back of my truck. Nothing special about a few pieces of land in the middle of an ocean,” I replied honestly, “if you get me his money, then we’ll talk, sweetheart. But until then, clean up your fucking mess.”

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 7 months

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Evil Woman

Summary: Bobby doesn’t know how to feel about you. You scare the shit out of him. You piss him off more than anyone he’s ever met. You also fuck him so good he can barely think. Whatever he thinks about you, one thing was certain: you were evil.

Pairing: Dark!Mob Boss!Reader x sub!Robert Pronge

Warning: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), dark!reader, mean!reader, mentions of violence, sub!Robert Pronge, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), mistress kink, mentions of past sexy times, Bobby slowly breaking, slight subspace, slight dacryphilia kink, allusions to future sexy times, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word Count: 1,927

A/N: Whoooooooooooooo! This was a lot of fun to write! I was feeling like we needed a lengthy little Bobby fic, and these babies were on my mind. I have a part 2 to this situation plotted out in my head, so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that! It feels so nice to be writing like this again. Send an ask, reblog, comment, or something— let me know how you guys liked it! Ok! I love you 💖🫂🎂

Kisses 💋

—K

Bobby didn’t quite know how he felt about you. He didn’t love you, the scar along his tongue was enough to justify that. He didn’t hate you, which was surprising given your track record with him. He’s hated people for not shaking his hand firm or mispronouncing his name, so the fact that his heart skips a beat and his cock swells at the sound of your voice calling for him from your office confuses him to no end.

And Bobby hates being confused.

The sour look on his face only made you smile wider at him as he entered the room and stood obediently at the center of the floor. You adored when he was like this, playing with him when he was in a mood meant he was easier to tease. Easier to break.

“I’ll be working late tonight, so I’ll have to cancel our little date,” you lie through your teeth, selling the act with a faux pout. You notice how Bobby’s natural scowl deepens at the news. As much as he’d like to deny it, but Bobby was looking forward to seeing you. “I don’t think I’ll be available until Sept—“

“But—“ he interrupts, but quickly stops when your eyebrows shoot up, your head cocked in surprise. He clenches his jaw to keep from speaking any further.

“But?” You prompt and lean back into your black leather chair, the power that radiates off of you has him weak in the knees and nearly trembling.

“But… I wanted to see you…” He knew lying wouldn’t serve him, it never has, not with you. You smirk at his words, playing with the pen in your hands idly. Looking at him through your lashes, you beckon for him to come to you. Bobby squeezes his hands into fists but does as you order him. Without a word, he settles on his knees next to you, keeping his hands on his thighs and his back straight.

“You wanted to see me, pet?” You coo gently as you take in his features, your hand cupping his chin in your fingers. The combination of your soft voice and soothing touch sends Bobby into a tizzy. His gut told him not to trust your softness, but his needy heart told him to chase after it. Which one would win was yet to be decided.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers dutifully, his own eyes were transfixed on yours when they settled on his. He definitely didn’t hate you. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when you lean in a little, internally scolding himself for leaning into your palm when you hold his jaw. You wanted to laugh at how needy and pathetic he was being, but you managed to keep your giggles to yourself. Sliding your hand into his hair, you grip the long strands firmly, pulling a breathy grunt from Bobby’s lips.

“Poor baby,” you mutter and bring your lips to brush against his cheek, his eyes shutting softly despite his better judgement. You pull back, shaking his head lightly so he opens his eyes, your gaze was smoldering, like molten lava burning beneath the surface. “How’s your tongue, Bobby?”

“Good,” he gulps at the memory of your knife and the searing pain that followed it. You tap his bottom lip.

“Show me,” your voice is level and cool, he sticks his tongue out hesitantly, revealing the scar that encompassed his tongue. You can’t help but grin and hum darkly at the sight. “Oh, look at how nicely it healed,” your thumb pet the length of his tongue sensually, letting his saliva drip messily. You give him a saddened pout, one that he almost believes. “I hated doing that to you, Bobby. I don’t like hurting you, but you needed to be taught a lesson. But look at you now,” you smile softly at him and kiss his forehead briefly, still petting his tongue, “so well behaved, such a good boy. Aren’t you glad you learned your lesson, Bobby?”

Bobby found himself nodding and humming in agreement before he could think twice about his actions. His breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his cock now fully hard in his jeans as he kneeled in front of you. You bite your lip, clearly pleased with him, Bobby hates how his body hums with excitement and satisfaction at your approval. The enticing sight of a man like Robert Pronge on his knees for you was beginning to be too much for you to resist any longer. He grumbles out a low moan when you lips meet in a messy clash of tongue and teeth. It was second nature for him to try and dominate the kiss as much as he could, but one firm tug on his hair was enough of a reminder for him.

“Don’t push it, Bobby,” you growl against his lips, the venom in your tone quickly set him straight.

“M’sorry, Mistress,” he whispers, that fuzzy feeling taking over his head bit by bit until he couldn’t wait to follow your instructions. The purr of approval pulls him out of his stupor for a moment, enough for him to realize how humiliating this is, but the moment doesn’t last long.

“I forgive you,” your words drip with lust and Bobby wants to drink each drop, “let’s put that pretty tongue of yours to good use, eh?”

A deep moan flutters through his lips before he can think twice, his hands forcefully grip the rough denim of his jeans to keep from grabbing you. You giggle at how excited he was, the tent in his pants only seemed to grow bigger and bigger each time you glanced at it, and his breathing was nearly a strained gasp, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen no matter how many breaths he took. He was absolutely pathetic.

You took some pity on him, though. He was being such a good boy for you, you couldn’t ignore that. Pulling up the short hem of your skirt, you slid to the edge of your seat, your crossed legs unwrapping to expose your black lace panties to him. The stockings you wore were meant to drive him crazy, and they did. Especially with the golden garters holding them in place against your juicy thighs.

“Go on, Bobby,” you encourage with a gentle pet to his head, which is all he needs. He buries his face into your dripping cunt with a growl, his tongue eagerly chasing the pools of arousal that seep through your lace panites. The thin whine you give in response to his actions has Bobby scooting closer and closer to you, trying to cover as much of your pussy as he possibly could. The feeling of his hands pulling your panties off and pushing your thighs apart normally would make you tsk disapprovingly at him, but when he wiggled his thick tongue into your cunt, you forgot all about scolding him.

“Oh, yes, Bobby! That’s it, baby,” you moan happily as he shakes his head from side to side, letting his nose rub firmly against your clit. His answering moan sends shivers up your spine, your hands gripping his hair firmly, guiding his already quick pace to a rough, filthy rhythm. Bobby hated his hair being pulled, he thought the sting at his scalp was annoying and demeaning. Now when he feels that sharp tug at his roots, he can’t help but moan for you. The sound, in turn, makes you whimper and pull even harder, trapping you both in a delicious cycle that neither of you want to break.

“Such a good boy for me, Bobby— fuck! Just like that, eat my pussy, baby, keep going!” You whimper when he doubles down. Looking up at you, glasses slightly foggy and askew, and his spit lewdly coating your entire cunt and most of his chin and neck. That’s what you loved about Bobby; he was a messy fucking eater. You feel the winding tension in your lower gut grow tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to wash over you any second. The ache in his groin nearly distracted him, but he manages to keep his hands planted obediently on your thighs. He gives the meat of your thighs an appraising squeeze, moaning at the softness of your flesh under his hands while he frantically slurps at your juices.

“M’gonna cum!” You moan thickly, your legs shaking and trembling, it almost had Bobby laughing with pride, but he knew to keep himself in check. As much as he wanted to laugh, he wanted you to cum. With one last thundering moan from the heartless killer between your thighs, you came. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”

Bobby moaned with you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness. The taste of your release pulls noises from him that he never thought was possible; needy, high pitched whimpers are muffled into your pussy as he lets you ride it out. The grip on his hair loosens as you come down, letting him ease back to breath through his nose better without taking his mouth off you just yet.

You hum with a pleased smile, the simple sound told Bobby everything he needed to know: you were satisfied, he did a good job, and you just might reward him. He finally pulls back after giving your clit one last tongue-filled kiss, knowing how much you love when he does that (he also loved the little gasp you give).

“What do you say?” You prompt with a firm tone.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps in response, still trying to catch his breath. You hum again, and he relaxes knowing he hasn’t upset you with his lack of manners. He gasps when your hand cups his straining cock through his jeans.

“Aw, still hard, Bobby?” You coo. He nods, trying his best not to rut into your hand. “I know you are, pet.” You straighten yourself up, not bothering to put your panties back on, instead opting to stuff them into Bobby’s front pocket. “That’s for being such a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, your hand playing with him in his pocket, “I’ll send for you when I can, but until then, you’ll have to wait.”

He wants to cry. Robert Pronge wants to cry. Your cruel laughter doesn’t help the aching in his balls or the pitiful tears in his eyes.

“Poor baby,” you mock and kiss his face sweetly, or it would be sweet if it weren’t for your cruel words. “You’re so fucking hot when you cry, Bobby,” you sigh against his cheek, before musing: “I’ll get you something pretty.” You give his lips a firm kiss, not minding the taste of yourself on him. “Now, get the fuck out of my office.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he stutters, his brain still reeling from the whiplash you cause him. He stands up and quickly exits your office, not even bothering to adjust the bulge in his pants on the way out. Bobby knew the time apart was going to be torture. Even if you were states away, the fear that you were waiting for him to slip up never left, and he didn’t think it ever would. He hated how his cock ached with need, but not as much as he hated how his heart ached with the need to follow you. It was confusing. You fucked with his head and his body, and he can’t make out what’s up and what’s down anymore.

Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you.

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Push Me Closer

Kinkmas Day 6: Aphrodisiac

Relationship: Mr. Freezy x hitwoman!reader (Bobby and kitten, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1k

Summary: You missed your man

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal fisting, some degradation ) pussy hungry Bobby, soft and high kitten, established relationship, drug and alcohol use, mentions of violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: They are sluts, that is all.

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Bobby growled and cracked his neck when he walked into the club, he and Curtis shouldering the crowd out of theirs and Lloyd’s way as they made their way towards the roped off area where you were supervising the rest of the girls.

As glad as he was that he’d managed to convince you to take on less hands-on jobs, he missed working with you as much as he used to. It would have been fun watching you beat the shit out on one of the assholes he’d dealt with tonight then been able to fuck you stupid in the car on the way back.

He could still fuck you now though.

You were leaning against the wall and sipping vodka when he found you, your hips swaying just slightly to the music as you kept one eye on the bosses’ girls and Bryce dancing and laughing and doing lines together while you also watched the crowd for any signs of trouble. Bobby could practically feel the change in your posture when you saw him, the way your body leaned towards him immediately making him growl and nod at Lloyd before moving to press his chest against yours.

“How was the job, Bobby?” You purred when he ducked to drag his nose over your cheek, sliding your free hand along the side of his neck and arching into him.

“It was fine, none of those idiots knew how to handle themselves in a fight.” He could feel how fucking warm you were and it was making him need to put his mouth on you. “How was babysitting?”

“Only had to stop the princess from scratching one dude’s eyes out, so good.” You almost dropped your drink when he wound an arm around your waist and pulled you close, moaning and squeezing your thighs together when he started sucking on your ear. “Missed you, Bobby.”

“Yeah, because you’re a needy bitch.” He bit your ear and groaned when you tugged on his hair, leaning back and licking his lips when he saw how blown your eyes were, loving the thought of having you all pliable and sweet since you went soft whenever you were high. “You on something?”

“Mmhm.” You set your glass aside and pulled the small vial of pills out of your jacket pocket, breathing deeply when he barely brushed his lips over yours. “You want one?”

He nodded and kept his eyes on yours when you held up one of the tabs and placed it on your tongue, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours so he could lick the pill out of your mouth. You melted against him when he deepened the kiss, whining softly and hooking your knee over his hips while you sucked on his tongue needily.

The effect was almost immediate. Bobby growled while he felt warmth start to flood his system, inhaling deeply and pressing close to you when he could smell how goddamn wet you were. He glanced over his shoulder just long enough to get a nod from Lloyd and he yanked you back towards one of the private booths, dragging the curtain closed and tossing you onto the table as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Your breathy whines were only making him harder, his cock aching as it pressed against the front of his jeans while he leaned over you. You were already in such a haze from the drugs, and the way his hands were groping you and tugging at your dress was making it more intense. His hands skimmed over your thighs and you let them fall open lazily, purring when he shoved your skirt up around your hips and sat in front of you.

“Fuck, just look at this shit.” Bobby chuckled when you moaned as he dragged you towards his face, sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh and licking the mark he left while he watched your bare pussy leak and throb for him. “What a fucking whore you are, walking around showing off my pussy dressed like a slut. Should make you apologize to me.”

“‘M sorry.” You gasped when he swiped his nose over your slit and buried it between your petals, wriggling uselessly when he teased the tip of his tongue over your asshole. “Bobby…”

“Shut the fuck up.” He grinned when he heard you huff, grabbing your knees and shoving them up towards your shoulders while he dragged the flat of his tongue over your cunt. “How is this cunt so sweet when you’re such a bitch?”

There was no way for you to answer him when he wrapped his mouth around your pussy and sucked lewdly, shivering when his tongue slid inside you as he groaned at your taste. Taking two of those pills was paying off, even though you knew it was going to turn you into a gooey mess as soon as you laid eyes on him, but now you were about to come after almost nothing and it was worth it.

He could feel the way you were fluttering for him and it made him hum, swallowing as much of your slick as possible and still ending up with it dripping down his chin while his upper lip rubbed against your clit. Eating you out when you were high was one of his favorite things, the only thing better was fucking your when you were high, which he was going to do just as soon as…

You moaned and arched your whole body when your pussy clenched and you gushed your release into his eager mouth, your thighs trembling under his hands while he slurped up your juices.

“Such an easy bitch, Christ.” Bobby just let you writhe around stupidly while he rose to his feet, undoing his fly in a rush before stretching over you and grabbing your jaw as he shoved his cock inside you, making you whimper into his mouth. “What d’you think, kitten? Should I shove my fist up your ass while I fuck this slutty cunt?”

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