𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?
𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕
Go away if you're under 18 or I'll block your ass
Summary: nothing, just them fucking so hard until the bed and floor breaks.
Warnings: MDNI 18+ pure bed and floor shattering P in A sex, Bob is a 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒, Brat tamer John, established relationship, praise kink, marathon sex (duh), multiple orgasms/positions, somnophilia (a little), mild choking, degradation, use of sex toys, edging, double stuffing, making out (rough), oral fixation, spitting, & cum play
this is pure 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉.
Word count: long. Like John's dick long, I don't fucking know tbh but I enjoyed making this shit
I COOKED I SERVED
This bitch decided to write another sentryagent when there's a lot of unfinished headcanons in her drafts. Pretty much inspired from my random ass post days ago. And John wearing lingerie + Bob wearing shirt concept from @plasmas-arcade
This is my first FULL smut! So let me know if I missed some tags + no proofread
John didn't know being in a relationship with Bob is a fucking challenge.
Sure he is capable of taking care of Bob but he didn't know that the man has a LOT in him.
John initially established a boundary for himself and grew more emotionally conscious of his actions toward Bob. Bob feels less like an asshole when his contributions to the team are recognized and valued. However, he became confused when he began to crave Bob's response to his deeds of kindness. and after learning that Bob has been attracted to him from the beginning. Hence the bisexual awakening.
Bringing his relationship to the point where he dons fucking lingerie. It was either sincere or a joke when Ava gave him the lingerie. God fucking knows for sure.
"So who's the top or bottom in the relationship?"
After their routine sparring, Ava asks casually over breakfast, and John unintentionally spits his protein shake on the kitchen counter. "wai— wha— what the fuck Ava!?"
"I just had to ask! Since you two shaking the whole goddamn tower every fucking night!"
"First of all— that's him, he can't control it—"
"Is it because you had your dick deep—" Before she can say anything more, John silences her. It is seven in the fucking morning, and this is what they have been discussing? Though, he can't blame Ava for asking, though, because every time Bob orgasms or just unintentionally uses his powers because of a sudden burst of emotion, he actually makes the establishment to tremble like there's 4.0 magnitude earthquake.
"Don't— don't even bother to continue." The team is very supportive in their own ways, but he finds it annoying that they poke fun of it. When they thought they were going to a football game, Alexei once took them to a gay bar and rapped the entire WAP song.
"I'm just asking! Me and Yelena are not sure who's bottoming so we kinda bought you guys something." Ava simply moves the white box toward him on the kitchen counter. He's gonna lose his balls if this is just another butt plug or dildo.
"Oh my god, what do you got me this time?"
"Oh stop being an ungrateful bitch and accept it."
The whole team is out for their own separate vacations while he and Bob decided to occupy the tower to themselves and probably fuck in every corner of the place whenever they can.
In the godforsaken black and red lingerie that Ava purchased for him or Bob, John is now standing in front of the mirror. Ava purchased the large size because she is unsure of who will wear the fucking thing. He is irritated that the thin material tickles his nipples, cupping his muscular pecs. How do women even wear this shit?
He can now see why Olivia is complaining about the underwire—it fucking hurts so much. He feels sorry for the women who wear the fucking thing, but it's not that painful because he has a super soldier serum in his veins.
It is as uncomfortable as the bra, all the way down to the panties. His asshole is exposed, with only the line of lace showing down to the crack of his ass, while his dick is snugly wrapped in the tight lace fabric.
This is abso-fucking-lutely absurd. He would say it aloud. He exits the restroom without considering it to be the worst thing he is going through because Bob had it worse.
Sweat trickled down Bob's face as he lay on the bed, wearing only the baggy shirt Yelena had given him for Christmas, which read: ‘HAND SANITIZER, Pump 10-15 times then rub in vigorously’ with a big arrow pointing down, the hand sanitizer referring to his dick. His legs spread wide, his grey boxers hanging loosely by his thigh.
"How are you holding up, Baby?"
John asks while seated on the side of the bed, and Bob's eyes get really big when he sees what John is wearing. "Ho— holy shit I—" the brunette uttered, unable to speak clearly for some reason, and John simply grabbed his chin. "Answer me, Bobby."
"I-I'm good but definitely turned on even more.... I wanna cum so bad—" A whine come out of Bob's throat as John let go of his chin and trailed down to the cotton of the ridiculous shirt lifting it up to reveal Bob's dick dripping with precum in the chastity cage. Where the round metal around the back of his balls connected with the lock to another metal caging his dick.
But instead of freeing his boyfriend from the cage, John just kisses his forehead "Soon you will, you're doing great." He praises and his hand trails down on the caged cock down to Bob's stuffed hole. A gold plug that's also been inside him for an hour, where his walls hugged the fat base of the plug and the tip almost touches his prostate whenever he tosses and turn on the bed.
"Let me cum please!"
"Good boys have to wait, okay?"
Bob couldn't take his time like John does. They discussed the plans they had for their marathon sex. Bob got the cage and the plug because John will let him have an orgasm if he can control himself. And he asked John to put on the lingerie in order to be fair about the torture.
Now Bob seems can't keep his word. He knew he had the ability to rip the cage off his dick with his bare hands "Can you at least fuck me?" He began as he become more impatient but John doesn't tolerate that kind of behavior so he swatted Bob's hand away from fucking himself with the plug. "And what's the fucking word, baby? Say it if you want to get your little cock wet." Bob falters and let out another whine at the mild degradation. He knows John could praise him or degrade him anytime although his dick is not that little.. it turns him on even more.
"C-Cucumber..." John smiled at the word they agreed to use, he stood up and bends over towering over his boyfriend. His hand holds the base gold plug and Bob immediately writhes feeling the silicone stretches his greedy hole as John pulls it out agonizingly slow. "Good boy, I'm gonna fuck you and milk your little cock so well." He praises and let Bob watch as he pull the thin lace of the lingerie aside and slips the plug to his also prepped hole.
John groans at the stretch of the plug until it was seated inside him. Feeling the warmth of the toy as it's been seating inside Bob for an hour. "Fuck, you're really running hot now? What are you? A bitch in heat?" Bob frowned as John mocks him, he couldn't take it anymore so he propped himself up and pins John on the bed easily, straddling his hips.
The bulge in John's panties is getting bigger and pressed dead on Bob's needy hole. "If you don't want to fuck me, then I will make you." He said, grabbing at the lace of John's panties and rips it off.
"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try." That smirk on John's face as he strokes his own dick, is also a mock that Bob can't cum and even touch his cock because of the fucking cage that's been getting tight since it's not big enough when his erection grows.
He growled and lined his greedy hole that's been clenching around on nothing to John's fat tip and slowly sinks down like his body knows what's about to enter, welcoming the blunt head to his tight heat. "I just wanna be a good boy but you torture me so much."
"It's called giving you a lesson. I ain't gonna give you anything without working hard for it, princess." John held Bob's hips as he began to lift his ass and slams himself back on John's dick causing him to let out a whimper, he should be cumming right now but the tight cage made it so hard to do so.
"Struggling to cum with your tight cunt, baby?"
"Shut the fuck up—"
"Aw come on, I'll take care of you."
They fought for it for about a minute causing the bed to creak with its hinges loosening, and they both continued until John decided to have his hand on Bob's throat while he fucks himself on top of him. "That's what you fucking said an hour ago—" Bob let out a strangled noise, the harsh treatment disrupted him from bouncing on John's dick. "And I always keep my word until you decided to be a greedy whore."
He knows he's being stubborn but he's been neglected since morning. And John decides to ignore it, just to teach his brat of a boyfriend a lesson. "Come on baby you're better than this, this won't end well if you decided to be a fucking brat." His fingers hand around Bob's throat tightened on both sides but not pressing enough to the front to cut off his boyfriend's breath.
Bob can't answer for a second, gasping and whining as he was seated on John's dick, he knows he's being unreasonable and the point behind all of this is being patient. And John could see it causing him to smirk and let his hand loosen around Bob's neck. "finally, you came to your senses without thinking with your little cock huh?"
As he was sitting up, Bob let out another whimper feeling John's dick inside him move as the position switches. So now he was laying on his back, legs spread out like a pillow princess he is.
Headboard of the bed repeatdly banged against the wall, they might heard the wood beneath the mattress cracks but Bob couldn't stop from moaning and whining, his hand pawing at the sheets as if they're about to tear apart, he was overstimulated with a long fat cock pounding to his hole non stop, his legs on his boyfriend's shoulders who's fucking sexy with the lace bra on.
"You feel that huh? Feel my cock filling your tight cunt, princess." John didn't stopped pounding to him, purposely avoiding his prostate and completely neglecting his caged cock. "Mnghh— yes please more—" Bob babbled and John decided to pull out without a warning causing him to whine pitifully because John is just getting started.
He lie Bob on his side, kneels between his thighs and straddles his right leg while his left leg then rests on one of the John's thighs before he slips the blunt head of his cock back in. This creates such a position as John's free hand gripping on his boyfriend's balls causing the brunette to cry out in overstimulation, throwing his head back "More of what? Be specific baby or I'll give you something." And he felt that something stretching his hole even more.
Asshole decided to slip a finger in alongside with his cock drilling to Bob's hole causing the brunette to cry out again. John could feel how wet Bob was as he easily slips in his finger in. "To-Too much! I can't!—" But John wouldn't take no for that. "Yes you can. I thought you want this?" He growls and adds another finger, two fingers alongside his dick thrusting in and out of Bob with such burning feeling. He loves how Bob is so warm and tight also very thankful to the Sentry serum, because he will not be able to stop fucking Bob until he was a trembling and crying mess.
"That's it, ahh fuck— that's it baby you take me so well—" a groan escaped John's lips feeling the tip of the fat plug inside him brushes to his prostate everytime his ass cheeks clap in each thrusts he gives to his boyfriend and that's just enough before he shoots his load inside the brunette with a loud deep moan. "John— ah-I'm gonna—" And Bob's eyes wide, rolling to the back of his head also coming undone inside the cage, although he didn't feel it so much due to the tightness of the cage around his length, his cum cascaded down to the pink metal of the cage.
When both of them recovered from the pleasure, John pulled his fingers out before watching his dick slips out of Bob's hole. He groaned at the sight of his boyfriend's hole clenching around nothing, his own cum spilling down to the sheets. "Ah ah, don't waste a drop." He clicked his tongue and pushes two fingers in to push his seed back inside. "I'm so full.." Bob said still trembling but because of his stamina, and the squelching noise that his hole makes as John's fingers fucks him with the cum inside him, he's hard again.
"Let's get this off since you've been a good boy for me." And with that, Bob is finally free from the cage, his already hard dick slapping on his abdomen.
From that sight, John wants to eat Bob so bad.
These two are unstoppable, even the fucking bed broke, and the wall behind the headboard have some dent proving that they could destroy everything as they fuck so hard. John had to thank the internet from giving him such ideas for multiple positions to fuck Bob in every way. They've be thanking a lot of things as they fuck just like this moment.
So now both of them are fully naked, Bob lie on his back with his legs raised and folded over so that his ankles are on either side of his head. While John's tongue delve into his boyfriend's cum filled hole thrusting in and out easily with both of his palms the globe of Bob's ass to keep him open. "I'm gonna cum again—" He moaned, the pre cum from his dangling angry red cock dribbles to his belly, down to his chin. "John, oh god— fuck—" another strangled cry and Bob's orgasm sends him a trembling mess, with his cum flowing down to his upper body from his twitching cock.
But John is not gonna stop from just using his tongue. He pulls away, licking his lips then he squats still holding Bob's ass cheeks and simply dips his dick back in his boyfriend's used hole. Bob's moaning perdures, the extra rush of blood into his head increases the ecstasy of being folded and fucking pounded upside-down like this.
"Baby talk to me."
"It's... So good! I can't— fuck, there!" The position made it better for John's dick to hit straight on Bob's prostate repeatedly. Those moans is the music that John can't get enough, he didn't realized his cum mixed saliva cascading down to Bob's chest along with the cum earlier, creating shiny sheen on the brunette's pale chest and sensitive nipples.
Bob fell limp down on the bed from being fucked like a fucking butter churner. Yet he still moans against John's lips fucking him missionary. It was a nice touch for John to put pillow under Bob's lower back for more leverage. "Come on baby, I want you soaking yourself with your cum." John cooed, murmuring between kisses while Bob just starts to writhe and whimper out John's name like a prayer, with his nails raking down John's broad back like he's a cat with his personal scratcher.
From missionary, John didn't pulled out and he turns both of them together onto their sides, using his arms around Bob supporting him protectively making his to feel more protected and intimate in this position.
Both of them pulled away from the kiss, feeling their bodies pressed to each other, fully naked skin to skin. "I could do this all day." John panted, his hand touching Bob's cheek who just let out a breathless chuckle at the popular phrase. "okay 'cap'."
John wakes up after a night of marathon sex, where they started roughly but ended in each other's arms. Might as well not forget that they're both laying on a ruined bed, headboard destroyed against the wall and the feet of the bed just really gave up. But before he could realize it, he felt that familiar and wet feeling around his dick.
Looking at the clock, it was 6:34 in the fucking morning. Too early to feel Bob's mouth around his cock, then switches to run that sinful tongue on the vein to the base down to suck one of his balls just to soak his cock with spit and precum. All he did is to run his hand through his messy hair and groaned.
"Mngh.. fuck Bobby— are you fucking for real—"
Bob's figure beneath the sheets moves, John felt the lips around him is gone. "I wanna ride you again." He responded and John just let out another sound, he's still tired from god knows how many rounds they did last night. As Bob did really milked John's cock from sucking, riding or every way as possible for his holes to be used for pleasure.
"But it's early in the fucking morning, baby."
"And??"
He murmured and Bob on top of him, now sliding his cock in between his ass cheeks trying to align the head of John's fat cock to his used dripping hole. At this point, John knows that Bob just only thinks with his dick and hole so convincing him that he's still tired from their last night's fuckathon is just futile. So his choice is to give in and give what Bob wants until he cries.
And so, he began pounding into Bob watching as he collided his hand on that milky ass that ripples in each thrusts. "Fuck, yeah baby take my cock, that's what you want right?" John couldn't take his eyes off on how Bob's used hole takes his cock so well hearing that squelching of his load inside that surprising and very familiar tight warmth where he easily mapped his way in and thrusts straight right into the spot where he could make Bob squirm and beg to abuse it.
"ah! Oh fuck yes—ngh right there please!—"
Hearing those words coming out from Bob as he fell apart, the tip of his cock kisses dead on the prostate in each thrusts causing Bob to let out a pathetic cry, cum spurting on the already ruined sheets while John cums until Bob is so full, the seed just trails down in between his thighs.
When they both recovered, they have to face the mess they just made.
"So..... We're gonna take a trip to Ikea?"
I will take shots tonight in the same number of positions that I put in this smut.
Thank you for reading!
Happy GOONING!
