A/N: I don’t think I can outdo my first Rob/Reader/Rich fic, but I like the pairing so here’s another one.
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader x Richard Speight Jr.
Warnings: Unprotected smut (be safe), double penetration, threesome, explicit language, fluff, bit of angst, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 7735
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The Kings of Con Headquarters was strangely quiet for once, the bustle of a busy filming day having came to an end when Rich dismissed the crew. The only people in the building were you, Rich, and Rob, yet there was still tension in the space. Rob had been super busy lately, which made him stressed out, and, in turn, made him incredibly grouchy.
“Quit! You know I’m ticklish there!” You protested as your boyfriend of a few years trailed his fingertips along your upper thighs, teasing the skin beyond the length of your shorts.
Rich laughed softly in response, slotting his body between your legs as you perched on the edge of his desk in his office. “Oh, I know you are,” he murmured, drifting his hands to your knees.
“I don’t appreciate the teasing,” you quipped, crossing your arms in front of your chest in a sassy manner.
“You’re so cute when you act all tough,” Rich chuckled, pressing a playful peck to your nose as you glared at him.
You hooked your ankle around the back of his leg, drawing him closer between your legs. “Act tough?”
“You are tough, baby,” Rich clarified, placing his hands on your shoulders gently to coax away your defiance. You were a stubborn one, and Rich knew just how to combat that.
You smirked at his correction, one of your hands drifting down his chest beneath his black jacket. “What’s Rob doing? Is he stressing himself out again?” You sighed, your smile switching to a frown at the thought. Rob had been driving himself into the ground constantly for awhile now, the stress of getting through conventions and filming weighing down on him and threatening to affect his performance. He was usually the source of energy and light out of the three of you, but lately he had been down, refraining from any social events and spending less time with you and Rich. It pained you to lose so much contact with one of your closest friends, and you knew Rich felt the same way.