Ruined ā© Bob Reynolds
Pairings: Dom!Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolts Teammate!Reader
Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. no use of y/n. secret hookups, armory sex, unprotected p in v, praise kink, power play, slight sub!bob energy but make it neeeedddyyyyy and feral, desperate!bob, dominant!reader, interrupted sex, yelena being yelena, begging, orgasm denial (sort of), overstimulation, dirty talk.
Summary: The Thunderbolt's press tour is a fucking disasterāValentina's controlling, the teamās a mess, and Bob Reynolds looks at you like heās one second away from losing his mind. When you catch him pacing the armory alone, you take what you want. But when you tell him to stay quiet and be good... Bob doesnāt stay quiet. And he definitely doesnāt stay good.
Word count: ~4k
Author's note: need bob reynolds to absolutely destroy me. can't even think or breathe cause he's taking up space in my mind. living in my head rent free and i am not complaining. I'm loooovvvinnnggg these two so much, might make more shots with them cause what the hell???? the dynamic thooooo!!! love me some dom and sub bob <3333333 he's so babygirl i can't take it anymore. if you want to be added to my tag list just comment! <3
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"Quiet, Bob."
The words came out as a whisper, but the threat in them made Bob Reynolds shiver under your touch. His back hit the cold armory wall with a clang, head tilting back, mouth already parted on a moan. His shirt was god knows whereāsomewhere between the racks of rifles and dusty, outdated StarkTech. Your mouth was on his, tongue sliding deep, fingers fisting his curls like you needed an anchor. And Bob? He was already halfway gone.
It had been a long, brutal week.
Valentina had decided that the Thunderboltsāthe shiny New Avengersāneeded a rebranding for a more "palatable" public. And what better way than a grueling, nonstop, goddamn press tour?
You were paraded like collectibles. Forced smiles. Posed photos. Tactical suits are tailored to make you look sleek. Heroes for the modern age, like she'd said.
Like a fucking boy band.
You were all lined up and put on display like action figure dolls.
"Smile for the cameras," she'd coo, pacing in front of you like a general inspecting her soldiers. "We're selling salvation, not trauma. Wipe that frown off your face, Bucky."
Bucky didnāt even flinch. Just stared through her, arms crossed, his metal hand twitching like it wanted to be anywhere else. Or wrapped around her throat.
Valentina didnāt stop there.
āYou,ā she snapped at you during the third press op, finger jabbing the air like it might actually hit you. āNeed to look grateful, sweetheart. Do you know what Iām paying to make you likable? Not that you arenātāyouāre a doll, reallyābut come on now, you have to stop glaring at the children like you want to throw them into traffic.ā
It was all bullshit. Sheād even made Bob do interviews. Bob, whose voice cracked anytime someone looked at him too long.
Yelena had muttered something in Russian that was definitely a curse and didn't even try to smile.
Alexei had laughed too loudly during a morning show segment that made the host flinch, and a lighting rig tripped over.
Ava vanished in the middle of a red carpet appearanceāliterally phased through the floor and didnāt return for hours.
Walker kept trying to one-up Bucky in interviews. "Sure, Barnes is a legend," he'd say, clapping his shoulder, "but some of us chose to be heroes."
Of course, you snorted a little bit too loud. Loud enough for the mic to catch it. Loud enough for Walker to glare at you and Bucky to smirk.
And Mel? Poor Mel had to endure Valentina's bickering, forcing all of you to pose for pictures while muttering apologies like there was no tomorrow.
You were the first one to be asked for solo shots in the new tactical gear.
"Just a few poses," Valentina said, flashing a big, bright PR smile. "You wear it so well. We want something sleek. Powerful. Sexy, but not, like, thirst trap sexy, you know?"
You didn't miss the way Bob watched. He didn't say a word; he barely moved. But his eyes? They devoured you. Dark, wide, hungry. Like he was seconds from losing it in front of everyone.
Later that day, you'd found him in the dark armory, pacing like a caged animal. Shoulder tense. Breathing shallow.
So you pushed him up against the wall. Fist in his hair. Mouth on his.
And nowā
āYou have no idea what you do to me,ā he growled against your lips, teeth grazing. His hands were gripping your hips tightly, grinding against you, still half-covered by his pants but already leaking, already thick and throbbing for you. āThe way you looked in that suitāI couldnāt fucking breathe.ā
You rolled your hips against his, slow and punishing. āYou couldāve said something.ā
āI couldāve snapped.ā He laughed, breathless, voice fraying. āI nearly did.ā
He didn't even make it to the bench.
By the time you shoved him down, Bob was already panting, pupils blown, knees buckling. He hit the floor with a groan, legs spread, cock heavy and flushed. You were on him in secondsāknees framing his hips, hands pressing down on his chest, owning him.
You thanked God for wearing a dress.
He didn't even see your panties come off. Just blinked and they were gone, tossed somewhere on the floor. His pants already shoved down far enough, his cock already free.
He looked up at you like you were something holy. Divine. Dangerous. Like he'd beg to be burned if it meant you kept touching him like this.
Then you reached between you, lined him up, and sank down in one thrust. He filled you up completely.
Bob swore, loud and wreckedāāFuckfuckfuckāā his head hit the floor, back arching, eyes wide and pleading.
āGod, you feel so fucking goodātightāperfectāI canātāā
You clapped your hand over his mouth.
āQuiet, Bob.ā
He whimpered behind your palm. His hands were everywhereāyour hips, your ass, your thighsālike he didnāt know what to hold onto first.
You started to moveāfast and rough, giving neither of you time to adjust. You didnāt want slow. Didnāt want sweet. You wanted to feel it. The way he stretched you open, filled every inch, the way his cock hit deep, perfect with every thrust.
Bob moaned into your palm, loud and choked and shameless. His hips bucked up hard, matching your rhythm, chasing every thrust like he couldnāt help himself. His grip on your ass tightened, spreading you wider for him, pulling you down harder.
Your name spilled from his lips again and again, muffled and wrecked.
āYouāre soāfuck,āyouāre so perfectāneed this for so fucking long. I can't even fucking think when you're on me like thisāGod, yesssss"
You leaned down, dragging your lips along his jaw.
āYou like being under me like this?ā
He nodded, feverish, muffled praise tumbling behind your hand.
āMhmāyesāfuck, pleaseāyou donāt know what you do to me,ā he breathed against your palm, words falling out between gasps. āBeen thinking about thisāevery nightāevery time you walked past in that suit, I wanted to fall to my kneesāwanted to ruin you or be ruined, didnāt even fucking careājust needed you.ā
You grinned, filthy and pleased. āAnd now youāre ruined under me.ā
He whined, hips snapping up with such force that it knocked a loud moan right out of you.
āYou feel that?ā you gasped, rolling your hips in a slow, dragging circle. āThatās how deep you are. Youāre so deep, Bob. I can feel you so deep inside me. Godāyou feel so fucking good."
āYouāre so fucking perfect,ā he moaned, eyes blown wide, hands gripping your thighs like a man drowning. āSuch a good girl. God, you take me so fucking wellālook at youāriding me like I belong to youāā
āYou do,ā you growled, dragging your nails down his chest. āYouāre mine right now. You hear me?ā
āYes,ā he gasped. āYes, fuckāyoursāalwaysāplease god donāt fucking stopāā
You clapped your hand over his mouth again, smirking down at him.
āQuiet, Bob. Don't you dare fucking come until I tell you to."
He whimpered behind your palm, body trembling, trying so hard to behave, to stay still, to not fall apart completely under your touch. But you kept movingāfast, hard, relentless. Your thighs burned. His cock throbbed deep inside you with every stroke.
And just when he was seconds away from breakingā
Hiss. The door slid open.
āOh my fucking god.ā
Yelenaās voice hit like a bullet.
You froze. Bobās eyes flew open, pure panic, still fully inside you.
Yelena stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, hand flying to her face but only half-covering her view.
āYouāve got to be kidding me,ā she muttered. āThe armory? Are you both deranged? This is where we keep weapons, notāwhatever the hell this is.ā
Bob let out a muffled moan under your hand, utterly betrayed by his body.
Yelena pointed without looking. āOh my god, this can't be happening. Youāreāon top of him. And heāsāJesus Christ, Bob!ā
āYelena!ā you snapped, glaring over your shoulder.
āAlright, alright!ā She held up both hands, backing away. āIāll leave you to your... deep reconnaissance.ā She snorted. āReal in-depth work going on here.ā
āYelena! GET OUT!ā
āLeaving! Leaving!ā she laughed, ducking out as the door hissed shut again. āJust make sure no one ends up disarmed.ā
Your heart was still pounding when the door slid shut again, sealing Yelenaāand her mouthāon the other side. You didnāt move, still straddling Bob, still full of him, flushed and breathless.
āYou okay?ā you asked, teasing, one brow raised. āShe didnāt scar you for life, did she?ā
Bobās chest was heaving beneath you. He blinked up at you. Something shifted in his eyes.
āNo,ā he saidālow, steady. Then, with startling force, he sat up.
āBobā?ā
His hands gripped your waist, hard. The next second, you were on your back, sprawled across the cool floor, his body covering yours. He was still inside you. Still rock hard. Still throbbing.
āYou tease me like that,ā he growled, voice rough and frayed, āand expect me to behave?ā
Your breath hitched.
āYou told me to be quiet. Told me not to come.ā
His mouth was at your throat now, kissing, biting, breathing heat against your skin.
āYou think Iām gonna ask again?ā
You clawed at his back, nails dragging over sweat-slick skin.
āBobāā
āNo,ā he snapped, thrusting hard. You gasped, your back arching off the floor. āYou donāt get to be in charge now.ā
He fucked into you like a man possessedādeep, fast, relentless. All the praise from before was gone, replaced by low, hungry grunts and the sound of skin on skin.
āYou wanted this,ā he hissed against your ear. āWanted me like this. Loud. Messy. Mine.ā
You moaned, wrapping your legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, and he gave it to youāover and over again.
āYou feel that?ā he growled, pounding into you. āThatās not deep. Thisāthis is deep.ā
You couldnāt even form words. Just gasps. Moans. Scratches across his back.
And he loved it.
He didnāt stop until you were shaking, whimpering beneath him, your control shattered.
He leaned in, panting against your cheek, his voice a rough whisper.
āNow tell me whoās fucking ruined.ā
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