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"Princess?", boothill peaked through the door of his girlfriend's closet, when he heard the final applause. He have been waiting on the hallway for Robin to finish the performance.
Seeing her bright eyes full of life and sweaty forehead, he felt his face heat up. She was so beautiful! How could an angel like this ever love him?
"Hill, baby! It was amazing!", she exclaimed enthusiastically, losing her heels on the run to hug her boyfriend. Robin's slim arms wrapped around Boothill's neck as he picked her up. He close the door being them, placing some kisses on Robin's neck which made her laugh.
"I heard how loudly they clapped!", he admitted with a quiet laugh. "You did great, like always, princess"
Robin smiled, fulfilled by the praise. All the applause and sweet words from her fans meant so little, when compared to Boothill. He praised her for doing the biggest concert and for brushing her teeth every night – it's like everything she did, he found flawless, no matter what it was.
"I hope I earned a reward for that..", Robin teased, hugging Boothill closer.
"Anything, anything for my princess", his lips caught hers while he exhaled. Their make out sessions were always slow and filled with love, but this one was quick, passionate and left them both panting. Boothill slowly laid Robin down on a couch towering over her warm body. His cold, big hands worked their way down her body, ripping open the buttons of her blouse and sliding the beautiful, blue dress down to her ankles. Boothill gave them a few kisses and kitten licks causing Robin to giggle.
"That tickles!", she put a hand on his hair and pulled it, so she could feel those cold lips on hers again. Boothill loved when his little pillow princess took initiative from time to time. Obviously, he couldn't let her have that all the time. He grabbed her waist and lifted the girl's hips. Her tights were always the trap – she was supposed to wear those multi-layered, decorated, heavy tights, which were so hard to get off. He couldn't also just rip them off, because they were expensive! So he slowly started to take the tights off, kissing and biting on the now exposed, pale skin. Robin started whimpering and he could sniff the smell of her arousal. Despite all the heavy perfumes she used, it was clear to him when she wanted sex or not, just by scent.
When he finally got the tights off, he gently placed them on a nearby chair and dived between Robin's thighs. He licked her through her lingerie, causing the girl to tremble.
"Bon appetit", he whispered to himself and bit her panties, taking them off. Robin gasped – she should be used to the nasty ways her boyfriend treated her underwear, but it was still so sexy to her. "Hill, please, hurry-", her pleas were cut off as she felt a warm, sticky tongue lick over her clit. Robin threw her head back with a cry, feeling how her boyfriend's sharp teeth and rough tongue worked on her most sensitive area. Not wasting any time, he also put two fingers inside of her and quickly found the spot which made her see stars. Robin's legs closed on Boothill's head and arms, caging him completely and pressing his nose onto her pussy. The man's eyes rolled to the back of his head – it was delicious, it was better than penetration sex, he could feel his girlfriend with every sense and make her feel heavenly. The tongue plus finger combo was proven to be wonderful many times. Right now, after an eventful concert, she could finally arch her back, let go of her perfect idol composure and give herself to pleasure and Boothill. Her whole body spasmed, when his tongue circled around Robin's clit and then he gently bit it.
"Y-yes, yes, yes, baby, I'm there~♡", she couldn't scream due to her almost sore throat, but she cried out, almost pulling Boothill's hair out of his skull. He pulled away for just a moment, scissoring Robin with three fingers now.
"What would your fans do, if they saw you whoring yourself out like that, huh, princess?", his dirty talk always came as a finish game, when Robin was close to her orgasm. "Would you like everyone to see how perverted and loud you are on the backstage? How you're spreading your legs for a mere bodyguard of yours?"
Robin could only nod her head, not contacting anymore. Boothill knew all of her favourite spots and with just few more rough bites to her clit, she squirted, pulling her whole body up. Boothill opened his mouth and licked with pleasure every fluid his girlfriend offered him. It was like honey to him.
Robin collapsed, still hugging the man close to her stomach with her own legs. He kissed her skin, reassuring her.
"You did so well once again, my princess", he purred, pressing his lips to Robin's belly. "Always so good for me"
Boothill slowly rose up and put his hand on the couch to lean over Robin's smiling face. It was the post-orgasm smile. Exhausted yet satisfied and fulfilled. They shared another passionate kiss, while Boothill slowly started dressing Robin up once again.