𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐫. 𝐗 𝐘/𝐧)

~ Robert

(I always forget to add if there is going to be smut, and for this, just a bit, the next one will be smut for sure. Also man I wish that man can rail me. Anyway-)

Okay, maybe I should've not worn jeans cause these are obviously not comfortable to sleep in. Now, where the hell is the pancake mix? Okay well, not in this drawer...or here. I place my hand on my mouth wondering where else it would be. Ohhhh maybe he makes his own mix. I go upstairs and open the bedroom door to find him still asleep on the bed. Are you kidding me? He only has an hour and a half before school starts and he is still asleep.

"Downey!" I yell. If that doesn't wake him up then what does? "DOWNEY!"

He sits up with eyes wide open and looks around, "Huh? What? What the fuck are you yelling for woman?" oh shit his morning voice.

"Because school starts in an hour and a half and you're still sleeping."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "And? That is still a lot of time, let me sleep in peace," he lays back on the bed and closes his eyes. I sigh, walk over to him and shake him so he can look at me again. "What?"

"Wake the fuck up Downey!"

"Don't swear unless you want to get spanked," he says sternly so I cross my arms kind of giving up.

"I guess you won't get good morning kisses," I walk away smirking, but I feel a hand on my waist pulling me back and turning me around, to see him standing up and smiling like he just won a lollipop.

"Can I get good morning kisses now?"

I huff and peck him on the lips wrapping my arms around his neck, "I guess I can give you some," I chuckle. He smiles and kisses me putting one hand on my neck and pulling my closer and deepening the kiss. He slowly licks my bottom lip and bites it and I let out a little moan causing him to groan in reaction, his hand travels back to my waist and pulls me closer if that is even possible. The kiss starts to get a bit heated so I pull away for breath, and he pecks my lips a couple of times.

"Did you make me breakfast?" he says each word after every peck. I put my hand on his mouth to stop him from continuing.

"What am I your servant?"

He removes my hand from his mouth, "No my dear, I'm just asking because you owe me it."

"I don't owe you anything."

"You made me get up at 12 in the damn morning, I know for a fact that you owe me something so let's go make breakfast," he drags me downstairs to the kitchen and looks for the pancake mix. "Hmm, yeah I ran out."

"Hmm. Yeah, you did."

He glares at me telling me to stop but I just glare back, "What the fuck you think you're doing?"

"Staring at you, wasn't that obvious?"

He raises his brows, "What's with you?"

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Why are you acting like that," he sits on a chair around the island.

"I'm not acting like anything, I just, something is on my mind."

"Then tell me, what's bothering you? c'mere," he pats his lap.

I walked over to him, stood in front of him, my thighs between his own while he placed his hands on my waist, "Can you answer honestly?"

"Of course just tell me what's wrong."

"What are we?"

"Huh?" he raises a brow, "What do you mean?"