there's a group of high school boys in this McDonald's and I just heard one of them say "I bet you you cannae break your own arm" so something interesting might happen shortly
summary: bob can never pretend to be patient when he's in bed with you, so you try to teach him to be.
cw: smut, edging, handjob, sensitive desperate bob lets go, whiny bob lets go, sub!bob, light bondage, praise, bob's power making him break stuff when he comes yayy, fluff, aftercare, like one single mention of drugs
a/n: well...... yeah. I need to make this man whimper I'm sorry. I'm not so used to writing smut I hope it's not so bad pls be indulgent!
Bob can be patient if he really has to. Sitting for dozens of minutes in the waiting room of his psychiatrist when all the previous appointments have progressively gotten delayed, meaning his own is no exception. Waiting for John to put his ego aside and finally call it quits with the punching bag so he can get his turn. Watching Yelena hesitate on which movie to pick from her watching list when really, she could pick any since she plans on watching them all anyway.
One thing he has never gotten acquainted with is being patient whenever heâs in bed with you.
Not when youâre slowly kissing down his neck and no matter how good it might feel to take the time, his pants feel like theyâre about to burst from how long he has been hard. He canât pretend to be patient either when he has you under him on the couch of the Watchtower when no one else is home, lips swollen from kissing, your chest heaving in ragged breaths and your hands buried in his hair, lightly tugging to pull him back to you and kiss him again when if he doesnât have you touching him elsewhere heâs pretty sure heâs going to cream his pants in the minute.
And he certainly cannot be patient when, just as you are now, youâre straddling his thighs, the palm of your hand gliding along his throbbing cock, slow and languid, your teeth biting a mischievous smile into your bottom lip as you watch every reaction of his.
Your eyes wander over his figure, insistent and lustful as you admire the way his hand digs and paws at the fuzzy pillow over your bed, limbs reacting the only pathetic way they can when he knows heâs close to coming, the muscles of his lower stomach tensing with the intensity of it, hips rolling into your touch, just enough so he doesnât look so desperate yet.
Itâs all so cruel when he very well knows you will stop stroking him before he tips over the edge, letting it all fade away, but some part of him hopes he will get to come before you pull your hand away, even if he will feel guilty that he did and he knows he doesnât really deserve to.Â
Because some part of him thinks he deserves to feel the frustration of not being given what he wants, for all the shameful things heâs done, and in some way, he shouldnât even deserve to come â if he really had to get what he deserved then you shouldnât even let him, you should just leave him hard and aching.
But the thing with you is youâre too good to him, and he doesnât even deserve to have you making him feel that good when all heâs ever done in his life has been trying to be just as good and ending up making things worse, for everyone around him, for himself.
So he will have to be patient.
His lower stomach burns as he feels it building, can only hope that this time will be the one you will let him come â he hopes each time, so desperate and lightheaded that his guilt canât even reach him anymore. Your hand glides maddeningly tender along the length of his leaking cock, and even though his bottom lip almost dents with the way he bites back his sounds, the lightbulb of the dim light over your nightstand starts to flicker betrayingly â just as heâs about to come and maybe break something, you remove your hand, once again. âYouâre gonna short circuit somethingâ you say, denying him his orgasm once more tonight. The whimper that leaves his swollen lips as you pull away is almost endearing, his eyebrows pulling in a desperate expression.Â
âYouâre short circuiting me,â Bob whines, voice small but rough, head dropping forward all at once like the strings of a puppet brutally cut, hair draping over his face and hiding the flush over his cheeks.Â
You fake pout, running a hand through the brown waves of his hair, brushing them back from his face, admiring the visible warmth over it. âI know, but itâll feel even better once I finally let you comeâ you say, voice soft with enjoyable pity. Your hand leaves his hair to caress his thigh where youâre straddling his legs, fingers brushing beside where his cock twitches desperately, just inches away. His chest heaves in frustration, fingers clawing helplessly at the soft sheets of your bed like heâs trying to hold onto something other than you or he will burst.
âTheâŚâ he vaguely gestures to his side, glancing there for nothing more than half a second, a helpless exhale leaving him. âThe lamp is telling youâ
You look at the lamp over your bedside table, the light stabilized now. âI could tell even without the flickeringâ you declare, a chuckle escaping your lips. Even without the lamp, there is no mistaking the way he thrusts into your hand when he gets closer, desperate for more friction. You adjust your position over his lap, hand caressing over his bare thigh. âYouâre doing so good for me Bob,â the already satisfied smile over your face grows with the way his dick twitches at your praise, and the ache between your legs strengthens too, painful and obvious, but that's a matter for later. âJust a few more and Iâll let you come, okay? Gonna make you feel so good baby.â
He nods eagerly, brows still knitted in a pitiful expression.Â
Thereâs a desperate humming vibrating into your mouth when you kiss him, tongue brushing against his as his chest heaves with a moan when your hand runs along the hard plane of his abs, fingers tracing down his happy trail to eventually close around his cock again. Your hand isnât even moving, and heâs already almost just as close as he was when you stopped, quiet whimpers hummed into your mouth that turn into full moans when you let your thumb focus and rub on his sensitive tip. You've been at it for so long and he has never stopped leaking, probably a curious side effect of the serum. Maybe the fact that heâs so easily worked up and sensitive is part of it too.
âDo you remember,â you start, lips still so close to his, thumb teasing around the sensitive tip of his dick and spreading the bead of precum leaking from it. A shuddering halt escapes his mouth and he looks down to where your hand is working, his breathing starting to get thicker again. âThat time you came so hard you couldnât stop laughing?â
His chest lifts with a laugh, and you feel the breath he huffs out. âYesâ, he says, ears turning red at the memory, still vividly remembering the weird mixed feeling of ecstasy and disbelief.
âIâve been meaning to make you do that againâ you declare, teeth sinking into your lower lip with a smile.
A whispered curse slips from his lips as he bucks into your hand, his laughter immediately dying down as the focused frown takes place over his face again, trying not to come right then and there. âShit, okayâ his eyes squeeze shut, head sinking back into the pillows of your bed, a loud sigh leaving his chest. âIâm gonna come if you keep it up and tell me stuff like thisâ he warns, eyes half lidded from the weight of all the sensations heâs bearing.Â
âOh, okay.â your mouth twists in a grimace. âBut thatâs kinda the plan, you know. Eventuallyâ
He hums a low sound and his eyes open to the ceiling, a low whine coming from his chest when he adjusts his position, shifting your weight over him, and uses it as an excuse to thrust his dick into the palm of your hand. His hands rest at your hips, broad and warm, his sense of discipline off as his thumbs ever so lightly slip into the hem of your underwear, and you let him for a second, until you remove your hand from his dick and his chest caves with another pitiful sound. âBob, do I have to tie you up?âÂ
He knows better than to speak. Or even think about it. He knows heâs fucked if he allows himself to imagine being bound and at your mercy for more than a second.
âYouâre lucky I even let you thrust into my handâ
âSorryâ he mutters, hiding his face in the crook of his arm, a sigh leaving his chest. âIâm really trying to focus, butââ
âI bet you areâ you cut him off, climbing off his lap to get off the bed. His throat tightens with confusion when he thinks you are leaving him here like this, and he props himself up on his elbows, watching as you rummage through a drawer of the dresser, his breathing still short. âIâm still tying you upâ
When you walk back to the bed itâs with a belt in hand, and Bob swears he could come right then and there. Youâre really doing it. âOhââ he lies back on the bed when you straddle his lap again, purposefully grinding against his dick when you grab his wrists. His eyes carefully follow each of your movements, an obvious awe over his face, and he lets you handle him with ease, completely pliant under you when you wrap the belt around his wrists, gently tightening the loop. âIâm sorryâ he murmurs as he watches you above him.
âThatâs alright,â you declare as you let his arms rest above his head once youâre done binding him. âIâm doing this because I knew youâd like being tied up but would be too afraid to ask for itâ you grin, giving his thigh a gentle pat. His face scrunches into a grimace of awkward agreement, and his dick twitches with need like a poor thing denied attention. âLook at you, Bob. Youâre a messâ you grin before you lean to kiss his cheek.Â
He could break his bounds easily if he wanted to, could get this over with quickly. Heâs never really had to wait before, the drugs wouldnât really allow him to â but he wants to, wants to be good for you, needs to ignore the pressure in his loins as your mouth trails from his jawline to his neck in soft kisses. Itâs evil that this is the thing that almost undoes him â he would hate to end up having a ruined orgasm after all of this.
âYouâre gonna be good for me now?â you ask, talking between kisses against the slope of his throat. He nods, eyes shut tight and assured, and you sense his throat tightening where your mouth feels it, can feel it budge with anticipation when your fingers trail down his defined abs to meet the core of his need again. Your face is still tucked in his neck where you can directly feel the vibration of his whimpers of relief â or oppositely, of frustration because heâs still trying to hold on â when your fingers wrap around his throbbing, aching cock again. âIâll let you thrust.â
His head digs further back into his pillow, eyelids fluttering back and forth as your hand starts to work on his sensitive cock. He wonât get sheepish on the one thing heâs allowed â he bucks into your fist, fucking your hand further than you do it, chasing the pleasure you're giving him. The feeling of your soft palm gliding over his aching cock gets much more maddening now that he controls the pace, and he knows he can and will probably sabotage himself with it, but he canât help it, heâs far too deep into it now, heâd rather suffer the consequences later than have you deny him his orgasm once again.
âPlease,â he brokenly pleads when the light flickers again, when whatâs resting over your bedside table starts to tremble with the way he bucks into the palm of your hand with erratic, desperate thrusts. His wrists strain against his bounds, the muscles of his stomach tensing, sweat beading at his temples when he tries to hold it, still guiltily moving against your touch. âI canâtââ
âItâs okay, Bobâ you murmur. âLet goâ
His face contorts with a whimper of relief, and his frown of focus turns into one of determination when you finally let him loose; he bucks wildly, fucking your hand with short, sharp thrusts until the pleasure is too intense, too much to bear.Â
Heâs been there before tonight, only this time, he doesnât have to hold it, and white flashes before his eyes when with a guttural cry, he hilts inside your fist, his cock pulsing and jerking as he starts to come â the lightbulb explodes with the force of it in a sharp sound.
Heâs too far gone to notice, and you canât let the sudden fright of it stop you guiding him, so you keep helping him through it, maintaining his pace when his body gives up on the effort and only sinks into the mattress when he canât give any more.
Heâs wrung dry, dizzy with the intensity of it, soul up to the ceiling or even well up above at this point, but completely out of his body, heâs sure. He only feels the ghost of your touch over his cheek, just feels the warmth of your mouth after it has left it, barely hears it when you praise him and help him down the slope of it all. His eyes fall shut, chest heaving heavily as he catches his breath, blood pumping and limbs light when you free his wrists and guide his arms down.
He nods when you make sure heâs okay, body doing it on his own, eventually smiling when he finally regains sentience. His hands cover his face, and while he knows heâs safe with you, he starts giggling â either in embarrassment or relief, he has no idea, but he canât help it, and it lasts a good while but eventually helps him fully come back to his senses.
His eyelids prickle with the weight of everything that has come crashing down, a beaming smile over his face as he looks over at you when you lie down next to him. He's never felt so lighter before, has never felt like an empty shell in the good sense of it.
âYou broke the lightbulbâ you murmur, pushing back the strands of damp hair sticking to his face. He usually easily gets sweaty, but it has never been that bad before.Â
He grimaces guiltily, watching to the side, seeing the chunks of glass scattered over the bedside table. âSorry⌠Did youâ did you get hurt?â
âNoâ you shake your head reassuringly, watching the worry fade from his face. âBut weâre gonna have to invest in candlesâ you tease. âUnless you turn them into flamethrowersâ
He huffs out a laugh, face beaming in guilty amusement. âIâll try not toâ
He blinks, slow and heavy as his hand holds yours over his chest rubbing back and forth, and itâs obvious heâs exhausted and probably wonât hold on too long before he gives up on remaining awake and sleeps like a log. âDonât fight it,â you smile softly. âIâll clean you upâ
âThank youâ he murmurs, chest heavy with what remains of it all. âYou were right. It was greatâ
âYou were greatâ you whisper, kissing his cheek. âYou werenât that bad on the patience matter.â
He smiles, somewhat proud of himself for it.
At least, he will know he has it in him the next time Valentina ambushes him into an excruciatingly long mission meeting.
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every feedback/reblog/comment is greatly appreciatedâĄ
Can I send in another request for your cupid's corner event?
I would like to request Bob Reynolds with the prompt âHow come you always end up under my blanket?â
Thank you!
Cuddle Bug
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Pairing: Bob reynolds X Fem!reader
Summary: You canât sleep unless you are in your boyfriends arms
Warning: absolutely none! All fluff
Notes: I saw this prompt and absolutely had to write it right away!!
I want to snuggle Bob so freaking bad ahhhh
-Iris/Mars
Words: 1k
You canât sleep. Plain and simple.
You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, you tried all the tricks, you took melatonin, drank warm milk, and counted sheep. Every single trick just didnât work on you. So now you were laying in bed staring at the ceiling fan contemplating your last final option.
No matter where you were or what you were doing, when you were in Bobâs arms you were always able to fall asleep. He was just so warm and comfortable and he held you in a way that made you know you were safe with him, that he would do anything for you. It made you believe he could be falling just as hard as you were for him.
You think it through trying to figure out how he would react. Would he be annoyed that you woke him up, would he freak out if you just walked in and got under the covers with him? Should you knock, just walk right in? These thoughts raced through your head but you still threw back the covers and padded out into the hallway, pajamas and all and stood in front of Bobâs door. You took a deep breath, in then out, and knocked on the door.
You stand outside, feeling like an idiot and about to turn back when his door slowly opens. âSweetheart? What are you doing? Are you ok?â Bob asked, voice thick with sleep as he rubbed at his eyes.
God he was fucking adorable like this, all warms and soft from sleep. Voice thick and rough, hair all crazed from sleep and absolutely mastering the messy bedhead look. His pajamas of choice seemed to just be a pair of boxers and nothing else. So itâs only natural you have to gawk a little bit. Bob sifts on his feet, feeling a bit nervous under your gaze and a beautiful blush barely visible, covering his cheeks. âI run hot in my sleepâ he mumbled before clearing his throat
âSweetie? Are you ok?â Bob asked again, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You clear your throat and nod âUmm yeah⌠I uh couldnât sleep and was wondering if I could come sleep with youâ You murmur, feeling embarrassed for some reason âitâs just that I fall asleep so quickly in your arms where we are watching a movie or taking a nap on the couch and I figured it would apply here too, and I haven't been able to sleep all week and itâs starting to drive me crazyâ You ramble, a similar flush crawling up your face.
Bob softly chuckles âOf course baby, you donât need to ask.â Bob whispered, leading you into his room with a smile on his face. âDo you prefer a side of the bed?â Bob asked. As you shook your head no Bob crawled into the bed, moving to the side closest to the wall and held up the blanket. A personal invitation that he wants you with him in his arms.
You quickly follow after him and move so one arm is wrapped around his waist and your head laying on his chest, pressed right to his heart.
âHmm who knew you were such a cuddle bug?â Bob teased in a soft whisper as you felt sleep consume you.
~~~
Since then it has been a routine, every night you go to bed in your room and every morning you wake up in Bobâs bed, snuggled in his warm embrace.
At that point itâs to be expected that you will go to Bobâs room every night. So one night, you actually managed to fall asleep without needing to go to his room due to exhaustion after intense training. As the night progresses and you never came into Bobâs room he began to panic and decided to check your room to make sure everything was all right.
He contemplated knocking but decided to just walk in. His heart melts at the sight of you. There you were laying in your bed, cuddling your pillow in the exact position you do with Bob, clearly missing your boyfriend even in your sleep.
Bob was almost tempted to leave and let you sleep in peace but then you squeezed your pillow tighter. You wince from the dream you have and try to hide into the pillow.
Bob softly climbed on the bed trying to make as little noise as possible, but due to your struggles with sleep you wake up very easily. âBaby? What are you doing here?â You mumble sleepily, face half buried in the pillow.
âHi honey, you didnât come to bed and I got a little worriedâ Bob whispered, smoothing down the hair on top of your head. âAnd you looked so peaceful and cuddly so I⌠well I wanted to join. Is- is that ok?â He asked, a little embarrassed.
You didnât respond, instead you grabbed his arm and pulled him down to the bed, and moved him so he was replacing the pillow. You got back into your previous position âMmm, so much better with the real thingâ You purr with a contented sigh.
Bob softly chuckled âYeah? Well Iâm glad I could be of great comfortâ Bob wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Just as Bob was starting to drift off you mumbled âyou know, How come you always end up under my blanket? Just miss me too much, always need to snuggle and take up my whole bed.â You tsk with a little shake of your head. Despite the fact you are both very aware itâs you who usually hogs the whole bed.
Bob furrows his brows and pulls back giving you a skeptical look âUh huh. Itâs me who always comes in desperate need of cuddles?â
âYou said it, not meâ You murmur, cuddling into the crook of his neck âYou're just a little cuddle bug who needs me to fall asleep~â You tease despite your voice being muffled.
Bob snorts âGod you need sleep, you're starting so lose itâ Bob murmurs playing up his annoyance.
âMmm you love me and are lucky to have me~â You whisper, nipping at his neck. This is the first real time love has been brought up in the relationship so far and you are already asleep and donât notice.
âYes I very much am. And I very much do, I do love you⌠more than you knowâ Bob whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. But he will wait till the morning to properly tell you that.
Summary: while doing a mission where you have to flirt with the guard while bob sneaks in and grabs to data they needed, bob fights for his life to not get distracted himself or jealous.
Contains: Bob reynolds/Sentry X reader, established relationship, heavy making out, teasing, lots of teasing, Bob and reader are THIRSTY, more teasing, Bob gets jelous and turned on so that brings out Sentry, possessive Sentry, more heavy making out, implied spicy content , implied that reader has big thigh (THIC THIGHS SAVE LIVES)
Warning: SPICE!! Lots of heavy making out, very intense flirting and teasing, lots of talk of sexual content and implied, also swearing and some harassment but the guy gets what he deserves(thanks Sentry!)
Notes: this is basically just Bob and reader teasing each either not much plot itâs just me writing to see how spicy I can get without being explicit and my god it gets spicy~
Soooo this intended to be around 800ish words very short uhhh itâs now over 3k words so thats fun!
I LOVED writing for sentry god that was so fun and I definitely need to do it more
Made it implied reader as big thighs cause, we love big thighs, they save lives trust! especially Bobs (coming from someone with big thighs
-Iris/Mars âĽď¸
Words: 3.0k
âYour Hips, Your Thighs they got my hypnotized~â
It was a fairly simple mission, get in, distract a guard, grab the item and get out. Thatâs what Yelena told Bob when she asked if he could do this mission instead. So Bob agreed, though not knowing the full extent of it. Big mistake on his end.
âOk Thanks! Sheâs just in her room getting ready. I believe sheâs almost finished with her makeup. â Yelena explained, throwing Bob a thumbs up before turning around.
âOh ok, wait- what?!â Bob said confused her words just now registering in his head.
âYou will thank me later!â Yelena teased as she walked away, her amusement evident in her tone.
âI- whaâ Bob stammered confused but started to head to your room. *why the hell do you need to do you make up for a stealth missionâŚ*
âHey love, why are you do-â Bob started as he pushed open your door but was stunned by the sight in front of him.
There you were in front of your mirror putting the finishing gloss on your lips. You were wearing a white button-up shirt, a black corset and leather skirt with a slit that made its way up your thigh. His eyes trailed down to the sheer black tights and doc martins you were wearing. Bob could hardly breath.
âWhat⌠whatâs with the outfitâ Bob squeaked his face flushing pink. He stepped in the room slowly shutting the door behind him.
âOhhhh, Lena sent you to go with me⌠now it makes senseâ you said, putting it together in your head, âthat bitchâ you laughed softly as you rolled your eyes.
You cleared your throat. âOk so, Lena didnât tell you what we are doing tonight did she?â You taunted turning to walk towards him. Bobâs eyes were fixated on the way your thighs looked into those tights already imagining being in between them.
Bob's face flushed hard as you made eye contact but shook his head no, not trusting his mouth to not say any of the dirty thoughts running through his head. But with lots of restraint he mumbled âa simple stealth missionâŚâ
You snort âfigures, she wants to torture youâ you say simplely with a coy smile on your face.
You started getting all close to him, âfor you itâs a stealth mission, for me im a distraction~â You purring running two fingers up his chest. âThere is a seller at this party tonight, I have to distract him, flirt with him, the works you know, while you sneak in and steal the item.â You grip his chin and run your thumb down his bottom lip, Bob does everything in his power to hold back a groan. âItâs fairly simple, get in, get outâ Your eyes flick to his then drop to his mouth as you wet your lips.
âMakes sense?â You coo feeling a bit bad about your condescending tone, but based on the flush on his face, heavy breathing and the glossy look in his eyes you know Bob definitely does not mind.
âPerfect senseâ Bob whispered out, voice all low and husky. His hands find your waist trying to pull you closer so your leg will fit perfectly in the spot between his own.
But you quickly press a kiss to his cheek âmaking sure to leave a markâ and pull away. âCome on baby, the car is waiting for us! And you still need your tactical gearâ You call in a much lighter tone, leaving him alone in your room.
Bob leans back with a noisy groan, adjusts his pants and goes to catch up âYou are a temptress!â
âOh you love me!â You giggle as you stepped into the elevator
~~~
The two of you are sitting in the back of the limo side by side, you were close enough you were practically on Bobâs lap. The proximity was driving Bob crazy, fighting back every urge to just take you right there in the limo. You of course noticed and continued to rile him up enjoying his frustration.
âGod this with this outfit itâs going to be easy to get his attention and keep him distractedâ You say breaking the very thick suffocating delicious tension.
This shifted Bob's thoughts away from bending you over the seat just for a brief second. âOh yeah, how soâ He muttered, clearly distracted and preoccupied by your close contact, feeling every place where your skin was touching his and burning red hot.
âOh you know, maybe unbutton my shirt a bit, you know draw his attentionâ she said doing what she just said. This obviously had the desired effect and Bob tried to fight back his stare but ultimately the temptation won and dear god, he was rewarded. Because there he was able to see the lilac matching bra set he got you. Once he finally looked up and caught your eye you just winked.
Bob cleared his throat and was unable to look you in the eye, âwhat else?â He asked, voice going gruff as he adjusted his pants.
You caught the motion and smirked. âOh just to a teasing touch, run my hand down his thigh, lean into his personal spaceâ You purr leaning in even closer to Bob.
âMaybe if we are sitting Iâll throw my legs across his lapâ and at that you repeated the motion, slowly draping your legs across Bobâs lap, purposely brushing the growing bulge in his pants. Putting your long legged covered legs all on display for him. Bobâs face was on fire, he looked like he was one second away from passing out âor coming in his pant~â
âOr maybe if Iâm really not getting the desired attention I'll do this:â You whispered in Bobâs ear as you lifted up to sit on his lap straddling his thighs. Bob let out a strangled groan leaning his head back against the seat. His hand found your waist keeping you in place so you sat on his thighs and not necessarily his lap.
âFuck⌠yeah, thatâs a way to get someoneâs attention.â Bob murmured, still leaning his head back trying to get air, to gain the ability to focus.
You gently leaned forward, making careful movements âI probably wonât do all of this. You know that right, this is all to tease you. Iâll mainly just verbally flirt and bat my eyelashesâ You whispered in his ear losing the playful teasing tone in your voice so he knew you were serious. Though you both know any flirting with this man is strictly for work and is a diversion itâs still weird to have to flirt with someone âespecially with your boyfriend listening through the earpieceâ So you made sure to give that reassurance for the both of you.
âOh love, I know,â Bob whispered, rubbing your arms up and down. âItâs just the mission, none of it will be trueâ he said, understanding your need to clarify.
âIâm glad you understandâ You whisper with a shy smile on your face. âBesides~ you're the only one I wantâ You say getting back into the âpersonaâ you are putting on for the night. You press a quick kiss to his lips which Bob happily reciprocates. âI love you baby,â you whisper.
âI love you too sweetie, so muchâ Bob softly said, pulling you in for a hug the rest of the limo ride.
~~~
God Bob couldnât stand it, the love of his life was flirting with someone, whispering teasing borderline filthy things into another manâs ear.
Obviously he knew it was strictly for work and he could tell by the sickly sweet tone of your voice that you were putting on an act. He wasnât mad, not far from the truth he was jealous of the man who didnât deserve this attention from you. He wanted to be the one you whispered dirty promises to, running your hand up and down his leg inching closer and closer⌠all while you revealed enough skin to draw attention but not to give what he wants, to be the perfect tease.
âUgh fuck meâŚâ Bob mumbled as he felt his pants grow tighter and tighter as he silently crept around in search of what they were trying to steal.
âOh I plan to baby~â you softly purr into your ear piece, relieved your target was too drunk to notice you whispering under your breath
âOh you shut it, you're making this worseâ Bob groaned, sounding more turned on than annoyed.
âFine fine, Iâll play niceâ you whispered into the ear piece and went back to flirting with your target.
~~~
Once Bob retrieved the item âsome hard drive Valentine needed, probably filled with OXE secrets that could get her fired or sent to jailâ he quickly headed back into the main room where the party was taking place.
He stood in the doorway, eyes trained where he could see you flirting with this sleaze who had the audacity to think he was worth your time. Bobâs eyes narrowed as he focused on the guy's hand inching its way up your skirt. He couldnât help the way his eyes flashed gold as a wave of jealousy and possessiveness washed over him.
Bob appeared right behind you placing a possessive hand on your exposed collarbone âHello~ can I help you?â His tone was icy cold as he glared at the man in front of you.
âHey man, Iâm talking with her to find some other chick, she is mineâ The Man slurred, his glossy eyes barely focused on Bob. His finger slipped under the slit of your skirt brushing up against your panties âor well where they would be if they werenât covered in tightsâ
You quickly shoved the man causing him to fall out of his chair. You stood up gathering your stuff and went over to Bobâs side with a disgusted look on your face, relieved you no longer had to continue flirting with this creep. âPerv-â You spat.
The irises in Bob's eyes were shifting from this deep blue to an intense gold as a wicked smile formed on his face. âOh you shouldnât have done thatâ He growled glaring down at the man. Bob or well now Sentry tried to make his way over to the man struggling to get off the floor, but you held him back.
âSen, you donât need to, it's fineâ You said trying to pull him towards the door but he barely moved cause god like strength and all that.
âNo itâs not okay! He was trying to touch you without consent, trying to touch whatâs mine!â Sentry growled out behind gritted teeth.
âSen! Iâm ok, I promise. Besides heâs not worth our timeâ you say trying to sooth him, finally making effort to pull him to the door âonly cause Sentry was allowing you to pull himâ
âGood! You better leave after being such a tease-â the man slurred finally standing up.
âWhat did you just say?!â Sentry demanded turning towards the man. You gave up on trying to drag him away already knowing there was no use.
âI called her a tease, cause she is that fucking whoreâ the man sneared. âShe-â the man was quickly cut off by Sentry punching him dead in the face causing the man to crumple to the floor, passed out.
You were stunned, obviously you have seen him punch and fight but that was mainly on missions for work but this⌠this was different, so you were more stunned by how turned on you were. âSen⌠lets go, pleaseâ You say turning towards him, voice low and husky eyes you look up at him eyes alight with lust.
He chuckled at your obvious arousal âsure think Baby, let me justâŚâ Sentry trailed off, staring at the man who passed out. You were confused for a moment what he was doing when you saw it. Of its own accord the manâs fingers âspecifically the ones he stuck up your skirtâ were bending backwards in an unnatural position.
You gasped, not sure whether to scold him or thank him âSen letâs goooâ You said, sounding a bit more demanding, more needy. Sentry grabbed your hand and quickly led you two out to the streets where your car was waiting to take you back to the tower.
~~~
Ughhh SenâŚâ You whine as he presses you against your bedroom door, pressing bruising kisses to your neck as he grinded against your leg. Your fingers curled in his hair keeping him close
âGod, you look so good!â Sentry moans trailing his kisses down to your collar âDown right edible~â his kisses led to your now exposed cleavage as he frantically unbuttoned the rest of your shirt.
He helped you out of the shirt leaving you in the lilac bra he caught a glimpse of earlier that evening. âPlease tell me this is a matching setâ he groaned as he mouthed at your breast peeking out of the bra.
You brought your hand down to grip his chin and force him to look up at you âGuess you're just going to have to find out~â You cooed as the smirk grew.
âFuck! I love youâ He exclaimed eagerly, trailing the kisses down your body as he undid the zipper to your skirt. He finally shoved the skirt down leaving you in your lilac matching set and a pair of black tights stretching around your thighs
Sentryâs eyes grew glossy at the sight in front of him, your plush hips and thighs covered in a sheer black material stretching and shaping. God his mouth watered when he saw the matching panties underneath. âFuck darlingâŚâ He dropped down to his knees looking up at you with his big wide eyes âAll this for me~â
Your breath hitched at the sight of the man with god-like power down on his knees in front of you. âDid sentry have an ego the size of the sun? Yes, but heâs still Bob who would do anything to get a chance in between your thighsâ âSen-â You moan running your finger through his hair giving them a tug.
He pressed his face into your clothed thighs and squeezed and groped them. âFuckâŚâ he groaned he pulled back to look at you. âBaby⌠your hips-â his hands trailed up to grip your hips. âYour thighsâŚâ he nuzzled against you thighs, âIâm fucking hypnotizedâ He groaned âI donât want to be anywhere else.â
âSen- I need youâŚâ You whine pulling on his hair trying to get his attention but he wasnât listening at all.
âDo you like these?â He mutters tracing a finger on the hemline of the tights.
âI- what?â You asked confused, feeling light headed from his touches.
âThese tights?â He snaps the band of them. âDo you like them?â he repeated looking up at you, his normally blue eyes golden and glossy.
âUmmm yes⌠they were kinda pricey but very good qualityâ You mumble, not sure what heâs getting at.
âWell, looks like Iâll have to buy you another pair cause I want to tear these off with my teethâ He moaned trailing kisses up your thighs. âCan I, pretty girl?â Sentry asked, not in a begging manner, no sentry never begs, he asked in the sort of way where it sounded like he was doing you a favor. And god you would do anything for him when he used that tone.
âPlease SenâŚâ You begged, voice sounding so hoarse and needy. He quickly got to feet, lifting you up in his arms carrying you over to the bed before placing you down in the center.
He climbed on and settled between your spread legs, trailing kisses down your cleavage, down your sternum, to below your navel and lastly your clothed center right on the wet patch. âHmmmm all this for me?â he cooed, pressing his nose against it taking in your smell.
âYes⌠only ever for you sen-â You moan, squirming under his touch.
He placed a firm hand on your hips holding you down to the bed âYouâre such a good girl for me~â He purred. The sound of a rip echoed throughout the room as he tore your tights clean off.
~~~
Bob flopped onto the bed beside you after putting away the now dirty wash cloth, face still flushed and panting. âGod⌠Lena was right, I do need to thank her laterâ He mumbled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
His eyes back to their normal blue, though he didnât remember exactly what happened but between the blissed out expression on your face and the soreness in his legs he has a pretty good idea. He pressed a gentle kiss to the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sat up slightly grabbing the comforter to cover you two. âSo baby, tell me what happened while he was here,â he asked, snuggling up beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
You blushed at the memory of the night and just mumbled âummm you owe me a new set of tightsâŚâ
Bob snorted âman I liked those tightsâ shifting the two of you say your head lay against his chest.
âI could tellâ You giggled as you traced patterns on his skin.
âHe wasnât too rough right?â Bob asked softly, a bit of fear in his voice.
âNo sweetie, the only roughness was wanted I promise, you or any of them would never hurt meâ You reassured.
âI know⌠I just- god I would never forgive myself if I ended up hurting you⌠especially if I couldnât remember itâ he whispered gently while playing with your hair.
âAnd you never willâ You say lifting your head to press a kiss to his lips to try and quiet the thoughts in his head. âLetâs just go to bed sweetieâ
âOkâ Bob mumbled âI love you sweetie⌠so muchâ He whispered.
You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him close, laying your head over his heart âI love you to babyâ you whisper back before you both fall asleep.
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iPads
James Cameron's Avatar
FarmVille
Portal 2
the fact there's a Black Disney Princess (+ any Disney movie post-PATF)
Disney owning Star Wars
the ending of Lost
Game of Thrones as a TV series
gay marriage being legalized in the USA
"Gangnam Style"
Ariana Grande
the Wii U
any of the Hunger Games sequels (she had maybe one month to have a chance at reading the first book)
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