summary: you and bob have been sneaking around for a while. you like him and you’re sure he likes you too, but one day when he’s so far inside of you that you’re seeing stars, he lets it slip that he like likes you.
prompt: hiding your blush underneath the blankets 🍒 and an accidental ‘i love you’ 🌶️
pairing: bob reynolds x fem!reader
word count: 1.6k
content contains: +18 content — smut. minors dni bye forever, unestablished relationship, sneaking around, p in v, unprotected of course, whiny and super duper touchy bob hello lets go, a teensy wheensy bit of angst at the start i guess
authors note: day ten of the galentines collab. hello bobbers…. please come back to me…. please remember that i was once a bobber at heart and still am…. please… bobbers…… come……. also this could totally be a part two of 'until my lips fall off' but it could also be read by itself so take that as you will
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nights in the watchtower were lonely. both you and bob knew that.
the two of you fell victim to the cold walls and the empty halls, the silence that comes when the team is on a mission, and the feeling of isolation when they'd come home and brush you off without a word. it was hard of course, but in one way or another, you'd found warmth in each other.
bob was always there whether he wanted to be or not, and eventually, casual words exchanged in the living room turned into deeper midnight conversations when neither of you could sleep, and those turned into whatever the hell you've got going on now.
it's not ideal, and it almost feels like you're committing some kind of felony by being complicit in this arrangement the two of you have. bob may not go on missions like you or the rest of the team— he is still technically your coworker— but god, he's so whiny and touchy that the thought doesn't even occur to you when his body is pressed up against yours so close that you aren't even sure where you end and he begins.
you'd found that the nights usually end up like this— with bob finding any excuse to end up in your bed, and then him finding another excuse to end up so deep inside of you that you feel like everything might be okay again.
he ruts into you like he has nothing left to lose, mouth pressed against the curve of your neck and his breath hot against your skin. his cock drags in and out of you like it knows where it belongs, and every small gasp that leaves your mouth collects in the palm of bob's hand. you wouldn't want the team to hear now, do you?
your hands climb up his back and find refuge in the tight muscles along his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as the tip of his cock presses further and further inside of you. there's a filthy squelching noise that comes from underneath the blanket, the sound of bob's groaning the only thing loud enough to drown it out.
"fuck— you're so pretty." he presses a kiss to your throat, his fingers slipping from your mouth just enough for a moan to stumble out. "feels so good when you clench around my cock."
your eyes flutter open, tears welling low in your lashes and threatening to spill. "bob—"
bob lifts his head just enough to shake his head like it'll dull your noise, "shhh, please. they're gonna hear."
but how can you stop moaning when he practically has your legs on his shoulders? your hamstrings are burning and the feeling only curls up tighter and tighter in your stomach, threatening to snap with ever harsh thrust of his hips.
"i know, i know. just let me—" he huffs out a breath, his brows furrowed "let me— nghh— you're so fucking soft."
his hand falls from your mouth and rests against your neck— not hard enough to derive you of air, but tight enough to hold you in place— and he places wet kisses along your jaw like he doesn't know where else they could possibly belong.
every kiss is followed by either a groan or a breathy moan, and he's so whiny and touchy that it sends every touch and every whisper of his voice straight to your pulsing cunt. every pump of his cock is given in full, his brassy pubes brushing into your clit with a pressure that makes your eyes roll back.
that familiar pressure builds up in your stomach, and your mouth parts just as it starts to hit. you know bob is rolling into his orgasm when his head dips low enough to mouth at the flesh of your breast, the skin all bruised and slick with saliva from when he'd first slid into your bed under the guise of a bad dream.
he groans into your skin, his grip on you tightening with a few more thrusts. bob comes back up to nip at your ear, and you practically bite down onto his shoulder just for some kind of anchor. you clench around him, your own orgasm finally finding you.
bob spills into you, his chest pressed firmly against yours as he paints your insides, his muscles twitching and his limbs writhing in your arms as you pull him through it.
"i love you— i love you so much." he moans into your skin, "please, please, please— i love y—"
the word breaks off, half swallowed and wrecked by the rush of it. his breath shatters and all that leaves him is a small 'oh'.
it only hits you when the pleasure subsides and bob's staring down at you like he's just murdered someone. you blink a few times, your fingers curling into his chest like you might've heard him wrong.
"what?" you whisper.
and he can only blink at you. your pulse is everywhere— in your ears, in your throat, in the places where his body still connects with yours— and the room almost feels too quiet now.
"i didn't mean to—" bob's breath catches in his throat, "oh god—"
and before you can even really render what's happening, bob pulls out of you in one quick motion and pulls the blanket up and yanks it over his head like it might erase the last thirty seconds. the fabric shifts as he curls in on himself, a muffled groan leaking out.
"bob, what are you—" you cut yourself off as you talk to the lump in the blanket. "bob."
you lift the covers and pull it over your own head. the air inside is warm and spills out before you pull it over your head. inside, bob is bundled up into a ball. his skin is still warm from the contact, but coldness seeps through his veins. you pull his hands away from his face and notice the visible blush dusting his cheeks, your head pressing into the pillow.
"what was that, bob?" you ask, your voice just barely above a whisper.
"i'm sorry, i didnt mean to— it just slipped out." he blurts, the words tumbling over each other, "but i didnt... i don't not mean it. i mean— how couldn't someone love you?"
you blink at him, caught between concern and shock. his hands are tense in yours, and you try to calm him down by rubbing your thumb over every pulsing vein.
there's a small crease in his brow as he rambles, the words spilling out like he has to get it done with just to get over the humiliation. "it's okay if you dont love me back. and if you do, you dont even have to say it back right now. it's okay if you dont want to do this with me anymore—"
you frown at his words. "bob—"
"i just didnt want to mess things up between us. you're important to me, and i was trying so hard to keep you in arms reach without making it weird, but now i've made it weird—"
you like bob. you like the way he checks in even when he doesn't need to, the way he remembers the smallest details about you when nobody else does, the way he's gentle with you but doesn't treat you like a fragile thing he can break, how he shows up as himself every day even when it would be easier to hide.
bob is nice. bob is kind. bob is everything you wish you could be and more, and somewhere along the line, liking him stopped being the right word.
you reach up to cup his face, the warm of his cheeks seeping into your palm, and that stops him from talking. he blinks a few times as your thumb runs along his cheekbone, and he tenses like he's waiting for you to laugh in his face and tell him to get lost—
but you don't, and you don't think you ever could.
"i love you too." you tell him.
the words settle in the quiet of the cotton. bob's face feels lighter in your hands, his eyes widening the slightest bit as they flick between yours. he's staring, and its almost endearing with the way he leans into your touch.
his breath catches. "you—"
you nod. "i love you."
for a second time, he just stares like this is a dream. he's afraid this is some cruel trick his mind is playing on him. he's sure he's still asleep in his own bed and this is just some horrible and cruel nightmare— but in his nightmares, he's never felt such warmth as he does under the blanket with you. this is real.
its like something in him almost short circuits.
one second he's frozen and still processing, and the next his face lights up in a way that brings a smile to your face— bright and disbelieving and so, so happy that it almost hurts to look at.
"wait, really?" he asks, already smiling too hard to contain it.
you barely have enough time to nod before he's leaning in and placing a soft clumsy kiss in the centre of your mouth. then another. and another. he laughs against your skin like he can't help himself, his joy evident in his voice.
"i love you," he says breathlessly, kissing the corner of your mouth. "i love you, i love you—"
"bob!" you laugh, half buried under him as he uses his arm to turn you so that he's on top of you again. your hands flex against his neck, giggling to yourself as he presses kisses onto every place he cherishes.
"i love you."
he plants a kiss in the middle of your right eyebrow.
"so—"
and another one on the tip of your nose.
"so—"
and one in the middle of your eyelid.
"much."
and then he places his lips against yours again, but lets it linger there until you both have to pull away for air. he sighs as you push away his hair from his face, looking a little dazed from all the kisses.
I came back here to make some apologies, but I guess everyone's gone home for the night. They'll be here tomorrow. They always are. Yeah, I know. I like that.
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