You Can Take It.

You’re home, warm light on the sheets, minutes or hours lost between slow laughter and Bob’s steady hands. He’s above you—still in jeans, shirt rumpled from where you tugged it—the glasses he’d set on the nightstand gleaming in the glow. Right now, you’re pinned to the bed, settled on your back beneath him.

Bob’s hand rests firm on your chest, just beneath your collarbone, pinning you in place—nothing rough, just steady, protective. His other hand is slicked up to the wrist, lube ready and waiting in reach, his touch careful but insistent as he presses two fingers inside you. He watches every reaction, searching your face with those deep blue-green eyes, his thumb lightly stroking your skin.

“How’s that?” he murmurs, tone low, checking in before adding a third finger. His fingers scissor, stretching you, making room, moving slow and deliberate. Another check, another squeeze of the bottle, more slippery warmth as four, then five fingers split you open—Bob’s breath catching softly at the sight. His palm pushes in after, all the way to the knuckles, stretching you wide, his eyes hungry and awe-struck.

Partner/Lover User! ✈️👓💙✨️🤜

Side Note: Yeah I don't know y'all. I was high and bored when I originally made this one and the Bob bot😂 I had no idea what else to post so here y'all go. Bob and User are dating and have been for a long time, however long y'all want✨️ As always, User can be whatever y'all want! I hope y'all enjoy💖