Robert Pattinson Smut Collection (Robert Pattinson X Reader)

Massage 1

"I have a ten a.m. appointment for the massage, Robert."

You see a tall man wearing a black tee, and his brown hair is swept back above his forehead. His piercing blue eyes are giving you goosebumps.

"Good morning Robert, welcome to Jaded Body and Mind Spa. I'm y/n. I have a license for massage therapy. What kind of message did you have in mind?"

"I'm not sure. All I know is I need a good workout. Er, are you the therapist?"

He looks at you with big blue eyes hoping the answer is yes. You smile sweetly as you push your hair behind your ear.

"Why, yes I am. Let me look at you."

You stand up and move around behind him. Your pink tunic with the V-cut collar comes about two inches above your breasts. a fastening button on the left breast as your legs are bare, and you're wearing white tennis shoes.

He feels your slender fingers feel all over his back and then go lower to his backside. Being six foot one, you have to stand on your tiptoes to reach his shoulders.

"Working on anything new, Robert?"

"Yeah, just started a new movie."

You continue to knead his muscles. "Oh yeah, I heard about the Batman. alright, let's go in the back and see what we can do."

He follows you and watches your cute ass roll as you walk. Your slender legs and toned calves are in perfect proportion.

After a prolonged lull in your substitute teaching role and having reduced hours at the LA Hospital, you renewed your old State of California license for massage therapy for one year. Hoping you could go back to school and finish your teaching credentials.

You enter room number one, and as you pump oil into her palms to warm the lotion up, you speak of the process. "Our idea is to relax your body with sensuous touching to stimulate you and melt away the stress."

Robert listens as he strips off and ties a white towel around his waist. You raise your head and are very impressed by his slim yet chiseled torso.

Every muscle was taut, and his pectorals are lightly popping out of his chest. You have dimmed the lights, and his smooth skin is glistening in the weak light.

The room temperature is quite warm, and soft music coming over the stereo as you caress the man's slim shoulders and biceps.

You've always had a crush on Robert, but as a massage therapist in LA, you've massaged a lot of celebs.

"Relax, Robert. You're too tense. Here lie down on your stomach."

You show him to the three-section massage table, and he stretches out flat. Smearing, A trickle of the oil into his spine, you rub into his flesh with your two flattened palms.

Robert can smell the mix of pleasant scents. You chose your favorite blend of lemongrass, cedarwood, and rosemary, and you watch as his flesh absorbs the oils.

He is taking your time to knead every muscle of his back, beginning at the back of his neck and then onto his slightly broad shoulders, the arms, and down to the lower spine.

"Are you getting relaxed, Robert?" you ask as you caress him with the tender pads of your fingers on either side of his kidneys.

He is very relaxed, thinking to himself as he shifts his hips to accommodate his stiffening cock. One time your long hair brushed his neck, and the light touch sent the blood pounding in his ears.

"I'm going to remove your towel Robert so that I can work on your buttocks. Is that alright with you?"

The young man could only nod and reply with a stifled choke as you gently take away his white towel and expose his taut and dimpled butt.

With your slim fingers closing tightly, you massage the backs of his upper thighs, making sure not to break contact with his skin. You pause, and he wonders what to expect next. Then he feels more oil slowly and deliberately being smoothed between his parted legs.

Your soft touch makes him catch his breath as you run your fingers lightly over his balls. It lasted only a moment before you move down and pay attention to both his legs in turn.

"Your legs are very nice, Robert. Do you play sports?"

"Yeah, soccer for a while in high school. Occasionally here and there."

Robert now sports a raging hard-on as you run your fingers along the flesh of his thighs and anus. He squirms, and you lay her right hand on his back.

"I know it's sensitive there, and I know you like it, am I right?"

You were teasing him.  He feels you massaging his ass cheeks with oily hands then making your way to his butt crack. You lean forward and whisper to him as you work his flesh.

"I can feel your stress melting away Robert, let me wash away that all your worries and concerns. Now I want you to turn over."

Robert takes a breath and rolls onto his back, revealing his rock-hard erection that pokes out from his amber-colored pubes.

"Yes, I can see you are very relaxed, good stuff."