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romanarose · 6 months

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Fall of the Angel

Robert Brown x reader

Summary: Rob's always wanted everything Pat has, so when Pat introduces Robert to his niece and asks him to watch out for you, he knows he need to have you too.

Warnings and content: Corruption kink, innocent reader, dumbification, humiliation, degradation, piv sex, semi public sex, unprotected cream pie, implied age gap not specified but reader is in her 20's, Robert is a bit of an asshole but thats Robert tbh.

Immersability: Reader is younger, and much shorter than Robert. I know Oscar wears lifts in the movie but that still puts him at like 5'10 if he's lucky so having someone whose making him feel tall is a point to his ego. No offense to my fellow tall girls, but I'm 5'9 and I don't feel like Robs the kinda guy to date someone taller than him XD Reader is Pat's niece. IDK what race he's meant to be playing in TBAA, but given that Pedro is Latino, do with that what you will. If that takes you out of it, I'm sorry.

A/N: This is back in Robs investment banker days, before becoming a chiropractor and the events of the movie. This is when he's still just an asshole but a charming asshole.

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It was Pat's fault, really.

Pat was one of the few people who knew he wasn't what he seemed. To the outside world, Robert was... what did Iron Man call himself? A billionaire genius playboy philanthropist? Yeah, that. Minus playboy. Well, definetly playboy, but he kept that on the downlow. To the rest of the world he was cutting ribbons at the openings of youth shelters he donated mass amounts of money too, giving speaches about how he'd grown up homeless and was able to pull himself up with the help of his community and become the man he was and that's why it was so important help youths, donate, donate, donate!

Only in real like, Robert never received help, he did it all on his own. Bootstraps and the American dream.

In real life, him and Patt weren't just out their kissing babies and donating millions, they were involved in less than legal business with some dangerous men and Pat wanted out. He's got his wife now, a pretty young thing... she was good for him, and as much as Rob wanted to be happy for him, he couldn't. He wanted his life, he wanted his wife, Clara, and he wanted the baby on the way. That is why Pat was leaving.

What he wasn't expected was the neck on the door, opening it to find a frenzied Pat on the other side with a small young girl behind him.

You

You were striking, demur with your eyes cast down and hands clasped in front of you; short, even if you weren't next to Pat's height.

"What's going on, Patrick?"

That's how you ended up in his care. You were Patrick's niece and you had recently been wrapped up in some trouble, trouble Patrick needed to handle, and he wanted to make sure you were safe in the meantime while he traveled back to LA. Rob agreed to take you in, opening up on of his several spare bedrooms he had. Your uncle Pat told Rob to get him whatever he needed and he'd pay him back, but Rob insisted it was no big deal.

As soon as Rob set his sights on you, he knew he was about to spend all his money making you his. Now, he just had to get to the real you.

"Now, what's a nice, pretty young thing like you doing causing trouble for your uncle like that?"

Your lips pouted as your smooth young face creased at the eyebrows. "I didn't do anything! I swear!"

He stepped closer. "Well then why does Pat have to fly across the damn country to fix it?"

"It was my boyfriend okay! He got mixed up with some bad people."

"Boyfriend?" Another step. She was short, making him feel much taller than he was. He liked that it clearly intimidated her as she looked up at him with a flustered expression, your cute, pink and white dress adding to your innocence.

"Ex-boyfriend." You corrected yourself, looking down. "He kinda threw me under the bus when things went south" He look up at him again only to find him standing right in front towering over you. "But I don't know or do anything! I swear!"

He assured you. "It's okay, sweet thing, I believe you." Robert's words were soothing. His whole manner of being was relaxing to you, it said 'it's okay, I'll handle it.' And handle things he had. With most of your things in LA and no family left but your dear uncle Patrick and Aunt Clara, you didn't have a lot, so Robert took you out shopping. He insisted money was no object, but you were sticking to modest budget.

"You know, I have an event tonight... I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you, why don't you come with me, be my date."

You lit up at that, the idea that he wants to be seen with you, to be on his arm all dressed up... you wanted him to see you not as a child to take care of, but a woman. You wanted him to look at your like Uncle Patrick looked at Aunt Clara.

"I would love that!" You squeal. "Will one of these dresses do the trick?"

Robert laughed at your naivety. "No, sweet thing if you're going to be on my arm, we're going to doll you up. I don't know how your little boyfriend lets you go out, but it's only the best with me."

Your heart flutters at the idea. Steve never bought you nice things... You think of the clothing you bought and yeah, he was right, none of it would do to be seen with a man like him.

"Okay... I don't really know fashion. Could you pick something out for me? You know these things so much better than me?"

Robert smiled. "Of course, I'll pick out something nice for you, don't you worry." He loved that you trusted him to take care of things. You let him order for you, you let him choose the stores, you let him pay, you sought his approval on all the clothes, and now you'd go so far as pick the whole outfit. He would do right by you. He had been paying close attention to your style, sure to pick out something that complimented your skin, hair and eyes but also your own personal tastes. He wants you to be comfortable, feel pretty like you are.

Only thing he changed was dolling it up a bit. You had a stunning figure and he wanted to make sure that was shown off. He wanted to be the subject of locker room talk the same way people talked about how lucky Patrick was.

"Mr. Bro- uh, Robert?" He had been trying to get you to stop calling him Mr. Brown all day.

Robert walked up to the door of the changing room. "Yes, my dear?"

"I think it's um... I think it's too small?"

That he knew it wasn't. "I don't think so, are you sure you're wearing it right?"

"I don't... I don't know..." Your voice sounded wobbly. "I'm sorry I think I'm too bi-"

"Stop right there, sweet girl, if it doesn't fit that doesn't mean there's something wrong with you... may I come in?"

"Y-yeah." You unlocked the door, allowing Robert to step in. The door closed automatically behind him. "Now let me- oh, darling girl..." He saw the tears in your sweet eyes, and knew how frustrating a dressing room could be for a young woman. He took the opportunity, placing a soft hand on your cheek and wiping away a tear. "Beautiful girl, it's alright... do you trust me to take care of it?"

You nodded, and Roberts hands went chastely to your dress. "Now, see, here is the problem." He adjusts your dress. Pull the bottom up, pull the top down. When it's settled, it zips up perfectly fine.

"Oh. Isn't this a bit..." You hesitated on the words. The dress was long, but now the slit slid up to just below your hip bone and the top showed off most of your cleavage. You look back to him for assurence. "What underwear would I even wear?"

Robert couldn't help but chuckle; you were stunning, he could keep his hands off you from where he had adjusted the dress, and his eyes roamed your body. It wasn't lost on you, your skin heating up to his touch. "We could get you a thong..." He took your lacy underwear in his hands at the slit and pulled it up, over your hip bone and under the cover of the dress. "Wear it like this?"

"T-that..." You begin to stutter, chest flush at his intimate touch, cornered in the small dressing room. "Might work..."

"Or..." Robert texted his bounds, sliding his hands back under the grab to grip at your panties again, feeling the soft lace between his hand as your soft skin grazed his knuckles. He locked eyes with you. "You could just..." He began to tug it down lower, keeping eye contact. "Go without?"

You swallowed hard, your panties dropping to the ground but his hand planted firmly on your bare thigh. Don't mess this up, be a big girl... "I think... I think I'd like that..."

Robert slowly began to caress your thigh, leaning closer so that your back rested against the wall. "Yeah?" He whispered, breath hot against your skin as his lips grazed over your cheeks, heat pooling between your legs since the moment he entered the intimate space.

"Yeah."

Robert slotted his lips over yours, kissing once, twice, three times a peck on the lip before deepening it, over taking all your senses as he kneaded your ass with his large hand. "Good fucking girl." His voice was low and quite, and when his hand went between your legs they spread without question, causing him to groan. "Ohhhh good fucking girl, you were just- ugh your fucking wet- justing waiting for a real man to come take care of you, weren't you?"

His fingers expertly played with you, toying with folding, rubbing your swollen bud with his thumb until you were a panting mess.

"Please," He begs. "Let me having you."

"Here?" You question, but right now you'd do anything for him, anything to please him.

"Here." Robert slides the slit of you dress open, revealing your bare pussy and pulling a broken, shuttering exhale to fall from his lips. "God, I need you, need you so fucking bad."

You agree. "Yes, yesyesyesyesyes, please!"

Robert's figure encases you, his height falling over you as his shoulders cover far past your width, you felt small, protected, cared for. Hitching one of your legs up on the seat of dress room, Robert buckled himself and tugs his hard cock out of it confines where it had been half hard at the sight of you all day and shoves it right into you.

"Oh!" You cry out, but Roberts hand covers your mouth. "Gotta be quite, sweet thing, can't let them know your whoring yourself out for a pretty dress."

You nod, but secretly hope he keeps his hand on your, keeps degrading you... Sex with Steve was so boring, this had thrill.

He needed stop. "Dumb little girl just needs to be taken care of, huh?" You whine an affirmation into his hand, nodding a bit as he fucked int your core.

"Of course you do, baby, now behave." He removed his hand from your mouth only to grip both of your thighs, lifting your whole body up and onto the wall where he held you there. There new angle made you cry out again, choking on air and he punctured you.

A tsk tsk tsk clicks from his mouth, and he stops his movements causing you to whine. "Now, baby what did I tell you about making noise."

"I'm sorry." You sob in a whisper. "It just feels so, ohhhh."

He started up again. "I know, baby doll, I know..." He nipped your neck, but noting so much to cause a mark. That would look trashy, and he couldn't have his girl look trashy. "But I'm going to take care of you, alright? From now on, I'm going to take care of everything. You don't need to have a single thought in your- oh fu-uh-uh-uh-ck- your pretty little head. You want that?"

Not daring to open your mouth lest you disappoint him being loud, you just nod. This is what you've wanted, what you've needed. No more boys, you needed a man.

"Need you to come, sweet girl"

"What about the dress."

"Princess, I'll buy this dress ten times over of it means you cum on my cock."

That was all you needed, cumming hard enough you bite into his shoulder to muffle your scream as he fills you up. You weren't on birth control but you didn't care. Part of you hoped it would take, that he'd make you his pretty little housewife and provide for you, while you nurture and care for him and the baby... As your fantasies slipped away, Robert carried your to the bench and set you down, knowing your legs wouldn't hold your weight.

"Such a good girl for me, such a perfect, lovely girl." He dropped to his knees before you spread your legs again and cleaning you up with his mouth. When he was satisfied, Robert made his way up to kiss you once more. He pulled back for a moment, straightening up enough so that he was standing tall over and opened your mouth with his thumb. He spit a combination of yours and his cum into your mouth. "We taste fucking perfect together."

Robert helped you undress and redress in your regular clothes, telling you to lift your arms when he placed the dress over you, pulling down securely over your body. "Pretty girl..." Robert complimented, straighten up your hair so not a shred of you looked indecent before he opened the door.

"Mr. Brown," You whisper, the formal title making his cock stir once again. He needed to get you home to fuck you proper. "People are staring..."

"Let them stare." He kissed the crown of your head. "No one will never say shit to you while you're with me, I promise you that. You're mine now, sweet thing, and I protect what's mine."

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Breeding kink Rob anyone?!?!

teehee! Anyway, I hope you liked it!!! I just whiped it up today before and after going to the pumpkin patch so its nothing crazy <3

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