Robert Pattinson Smut Collection (Robert Pattinson X Reader)

Batgirl 2

Continuing the photoshoot and chatting, you stiffen as Robert slides his hand onto your ass through your costume and gently squeezes. You glance at him and nod for him to press harder and gasp when he does.

"Okay, y/n? Not too tight?"

Robert guides his glove down the crack between your ass, and you inhale through gritted teeth at the intrusion.

"No, just right, Monica."

As you continue to flirt, you know that you have to have him. Your pussy is on fire for a big cock, HIS big cock. You strike a pose with one hand on your hip with your weight on one heel.

"How about you, Robert? Any stiffness?"

"It's a little cramped in the groin."

You chuckle as he bends at the waist in acute discomfort.

"I guessed it might," nods Monica. "Ben is not quite large down below if you get my drift."

"Oh really?" You ask. "I would have guessed that he might be all man down there." Monica hears her phone chime and looks at her ringing phone.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to make an important call."

You remove your mask and fluff up your shoulder-length hair. "Take all the time you need; we're good."

The second Monica closes the door behind her, Robert looks at you, who gives him the wink."Come on, you sexy man, let's do it."

The smoldering ex-model agrees as his aching boner reminds him of his arousal.

You turn your back to him and lean against the edge of the table. Robert removes his gloves and finds a zipper behind the small of your back, and pulls it down over the gentle curve of your ass.

You take the chunky part of the zip and continue to tug it up in front of you until it stops at the top of your pubic area. With your perky ass sticking out of the outfit, Robert feels your pussy and finds your labia pouting and wet.

As he inserts two fingers, you let out a soft groan and dip your head forward.
"Fuck!"

You part your legs wider to allow him to play with your sensitive folds easier. He leans in behind you and blows air into your ear.
"Take off the costume."

He shrugs his shoulders and awkwardly wriggles out of the leather and spandex costume, and breathes a sigh of relief.

Consumed by a desperate need for intercourse, he gives in to the temptation. His cock bobs in front of him at full mast, and he grabs it just under the head to keep it from throbbing.

Robert is past the point of no return and reaches under you to poke your opening with the head of his stiff cock. You steady yourself as he slides in all the way and holds onto your hips.

You give a joyful squeal and rock on your Bat-Boots. Robert looks down and takes his cock out to examine how wet you make him. You sigh at the loss of his boner and look back to see him grinning.

"Put it back in, you devil." you purr.
He nuzzled the top of your slit and bumps his bulbous glans on your hard clitoris.

His hand follows the gentle curve of your right buttock, and as you shudder, he thrusts up into you again and pins your arms to your sides.

"How bad do you want it?" He laughs.

'So bad, I'm creaming."

Unable to stifle your pleasure, you moan loudly as all of him goes inside your tight tunnel. You are so wet you have no problem accommodating all of his rampant eight inches.

Your back arches, and your bottom pushes out and up behind you. With a perfect view of your perky ass peeking from under your costume, he begins to bang in and out with glee.

"Is that what you want?"

"Uh, huh!" you moan softly.

Your tits jiggle as you are being held down firmly, and Robert leans over your narrow back and rocks you back and forth in a fluid motion.

You bop on your heels, and your pussy rises up and down on his rock-hard prick.

"Holy shit! Who's fucking who?"

Robert's mind races as he relishes your silky warmth surrounding his rigid pole and sliding up and down on it. The slut was a superb fuck.

Fact. Your body vibrates and shakes as you hump each other in a passionate clinch. He places his hand into the small of your back, and you shift to an angle that suits him.