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leave the gentle things behind | bob reynolds

description: in which he is given the opportunity to explore his darkest desires

pairing: bob reynolds x f!reader

w/c: 14.6k

warnings: 18+ only, self-doubt, brief mention of past drug addiction, protective bob, smut, consensual non-consent (all aspects have been explicitly discussed and consented to beforehand), roleplay, predator/prey kink, chase scene, resistance, begging, creampie, aftercare, please let me know if i forgot anything

When he came to you, shyness in his eyes, shame burning crimson on the apples of his cheeks, you knew he had a very salacious request to bring to your attention.

This was how it always went. As he grew more comfortable exploring his sexual desires, he began bringing them up to you at random, his face red, hands trembling. But his voice never wavered. He was sure of what he wanted. And he knew he could come to you without fear of judgment.

Now, as you sat perched on one of the barstools at the kitchen island, he shuffled into the room, sleeves pulled over his hands, shoulders curved in. Immediately, you turned your full attention to him. You were alone, for the moment. The rest of the team was scattered throughout the tower, which gave you a quiet, empty kitchen, void of prying eyes or ears.

“What’s up, Bo?” You sweetly asked, offering a warm smile.

His lashes fluttered at the nickname. You were the only one who called him that. It made him feel warm all over, as if he’d just stepped into the morning sunlight. “I saw something. And I wanted to run it by you. You can say no, if it’s too much. We’ve never done anything like it, and it might be one thing you aren’t into, so that’s okay, I promise it won’t hurt my feelings if you—”

“Hey,” you gently interrupted his ramble, and his eyes flickered to meet yours. “It’s okay. What is it?”

He hesitated. He’d considered how he would bring it up to you, but now that the moment was here, he was freezing up. This was unlike anything you’d done before. And part of himself felt…perverted, for even wanting this. Debauched. Wicked. But he’d been exploring. Searching things on the internet. Going down rabbit holes of people who’d tried this type of roleplay and loved it.

“I…Iwantyoutopretendyoudon’twantit.”

It came out rushed, all in one breath. You were silent for a moment, before you reached for his hands, clasping them gently. “You mean, like, consensual non-consent?”

He nodded quickly, eyes wide. “Yes. Yes, that. Are you okay with it?” He so desperately needed to hear your consent. Because wanting this…it sort of frightened him. Made him think that perhaps something was wrong with him for having such depraved desires. Really, who would get off on their partner begging them to stop? Even if it was consensual?

But you knew he’d spiral, because you knew him well. You seemed to be one of the only people who truly understood what went on behind those beautiful? stormy eyes of him. You hummed, sliding off the barstool, moving into his space. “Don’t you start that mental spiral, Robert Reynolds.” Your pointer finger lovingly tapped the end of his button nose. “I’d love to try CNC with you.”

The furrow in his brow softened, and his mouth parted slightly, relief palpable in his features. “Oh, thank goodness. I was worried maybe it was too much.” That was his insecurity speaking. The fear that one day, he would be too much for you to handle, and you’d slip away. Of course, that fear was irrational, and he knew that. After all, he’d been talking to his therapist lately in detail about his fear of abandonment. He was making progress, but sometimes, that insecurity still got the better of him.

Lovingly, your hand was pressed to his cheek, thumb brushing beneath his left eye, which had a tendency to twitch slightly when he was worried about something. “Nothing you asked for could ever be too much. You know I want to explore anything and everything with you.” You wanted to be his safe space. The one person he could go to without fear of judgment.

“I know that. I just…I dunno, I kinda went down a rabbit hole on that one, uh, erotic fiction site you showed me, and—”

“Literotica?” You replied with a slight knowing smirk. The two of you had spent many a night scrolling through that site, reading all sorts of debauched erotica together. It had resulted in some very intense love making between the two of you.

His cheeks reddened again, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s the one. Anyway, I came across the CNC genre and I read a few of the stories, and they were all so hot. I couldn’t stop imagining doing all of it to you.”

“Yeah?” You leaned in closer, eyes drifting to his lips, hand dropping so your thumb could trace the pink softness.

“Uh-huh.” His brain seemed to short-circuit a moment before he continued. “I was thinkin’, maybe we could—”

“Oh, ‘scuse me, sorry to interrupt whatever you two lovebirds have going on,” the sharp, smug tone came from the doorway, and in an instant, Bob gasped, yanking you against his side, almost protectively.

“What do you want?” He asked, more of an edge to his tone than he intended. But he didn’t want John Walker being made privy to your intimate life. He didn’t want the blonde even thinking about you in such a vulnerable state. Of course, John would never try to make a move on you, he was respectful of your relationship, and he wasn’t interested in you like that. But for whatever reason, Bob couldn’t handle the idea of Walker picturing your sex life. It made his skin crawl.

And, most of all, he didn’t want John hearing what you’d just been talking about. That was for your ears only, and Bob was mortified at the thought of anyone else hearing him admit he wanted you to pretend you didn’t want it. What would they think of him, if they knew he had such dark desires?

John eyed Bob for a moment, brow raised. “Relax, buddy. I was just teasing.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t funny,” Bob clipped.

You eyed your boyfriend for a moment, placing a gentle, careful hand on his chest. Don’t engage.

“Tell your guard dog to stand down,” Walked told you, as he ducked into the fridge to grab a bottle of Gatorade.

Bob stiffened beside you, but you tugged at the front of his shirt, shaking your head. He and Walker had a much better relationship than they did when they first met. The two might even be considered good friends. However, John still knew how to get under Bob’s skin. Sometimes, he did it on purpose. Other times, it was genuinely unintentional. This time, it was definitely unintentional. He was merely joking around.

But because of the intimacy of the moment you had shared before John walked in, Bob was a little more on edge. He didn’t like that the precious interaction had been shattered. Granted, it probably wasn’t the best idea to discuss it in the middle of the kitchen, a communal space, but you had believed you were truly alone. Clearly, you’d been wrong.

“Who’s getting a dog?” Yelena’s voice carried through the room as she entered the kitchen, freshly showered after a sparring session, dressed in a soft gray t-shirt and terry cloth shorts.

“No one,” Bob muttered, grip tightening on your waist.

“I interrupted their make out session,” John clarified as he cracked open his drink.

Yelena smirked slightly, mischief in her eyes. “Oh. You know, I think Walker here is jealous,” she teased. She wasn’t about to gang up on Bob. Walker, however, was fair game.

“I am not,” the super soldier scoffed.

“Yes, you are. Anytime these two show affection, you have to comment. In my mind, that equals jealousy,” she countered.

John shot back a response, but you tuned it out, gaze drifting back to Bob. He still hadn’t relaxed beside you. His jaw was hard set, his eyes were narrow. He clearly wasn’t enjoying the little teasing banter going back and forth. So, as Yelena and John went back and forth with each other, you took his hand, gently guiding him out of the room. The bickering pair hardly noticed.

Padding down the hallway that led to your shared room, you were quiet, and you didn’t speak until the bedroom door was shut firmly behind you.

“Hey, Walker was just being his usual asshole self, he didn’t mean—”

“No, I know he was just messing with us. But…” He trailed off, as if afraid to speak his mind.

The bed was soft beneath your thighs as you took a seat upon it, patting the spot next to you. Bob filled it, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you.

“But what?”

The sigh that left him was deep. “It was stupid of me to bring up something that intimate in a public space. I should’ve pulled you aside privately.”

“Hey, it’s okay, we thought we were alone. How were you to know Walker’d come barging in?”

“That’s not—” Another sigh. “I guess I just hate the thought of anyone hearing about our sex life. Least of all him. I don’t want him picturing you like that. He doesn’t…he doesn’t deserve to even think of you the way I get to see you. That’s for my mind, and my eyes only.”

You were quiet for a moment, letting his words settle. It wasn’t possessiveness. It was protectiveness.

It appeared that he wanted to continue, so you didn’t interrupt. You just let him talk, let him have the floor.

“I also don’t want anyone to hear about what we, um, explore in the bedroom. If anyone heard what I asked for in the kitchen…god, they’d be horrified. I mean, I know you want me to explore my desires and all that, and I’m grateful. But what if something is wrong with me, for wanting this? I just asked you to act like you don’t want it. Is that not a little fucked up?”

There was genuine concern on his face.

“Bob.”

He looked at you.

“Do you truly believe it’s fucked up? Or are you just afraid that’s what others might think?”

“I don’t know. I, uh, I guess it’s a little of both? When I was reading those stories, I couldn’t stop thinking about you in situations like that. Helpless under me, begging me to stop. Does it make me a bad person, thinking of you that way?” Genuine fear washed over his face, as if he hadn’t considered it before this moment.

Immediately, you turned your body fully toward him. “Don’t even go there. It doesn’t make you a bad person at all. You communicated a desire to me, and I told you I’d be willing to try it. Because as much as you’re into it, I’m into it too. Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“No. God, no. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.” Conviction was heavy in his tone.

“Then there’s your answer. Just because you have a more ‘taboo’ desire doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re expressing it in a healthy way, with a loving partner, where consent and boundaries were discussed beforehand. There’s no reason to be ashamed. I love you, and I’ll never judge you for expressing your desires.”

His eyes grew misty, tears shimmering along his lash line. “I love you too.” Then he lowered his head, gathering himself. “It’s just that, sometimes, when I have these desires, I get scared that maybe they’re coming from…him.”

He didn’t have to say his name for you to know who he was talking about. An extension of his own psyche. A manifestation of his insecurity, doubt, and self-loathing. While The Void hadn’t made an appearance in a year and a half, Bob knew he was never truly gone. He was still there, lurking in the edges of his subconscious.

It didn’t happen often, because with months of therapy, the proper dosages of medication, and a solid support system, Bob had managed to get a handle on those soaring highs and horrific lows. Still, he had moments where he was terrified that the darkness would return full force.

He could often ignore the voice of self-doubt. Or, at least, it wasn’t as loud as it had been before. But moments like these, raw and open, where he was at his most vulnerable, the voice would creep in. Whispers here and there.

“You aren’t good enough for her.”

“You’re going to scare her off with all these filthy desires of yours.”

“What kind of man wants the person he loves to beg him to stop?”

But you were there, hands bracketing his face, eyes boring into his own. “He’s not here, Bob. I won’t let him lie to you again. You’re a good man. A loving man. Expressing your needs and desires is healthy and safe. I know you’d never hurt me. I trust you, and I want to try this scenario out with you, if you’re up to it.”

A shuddering breath escaped his lungs. Hearing you tell him that you trusted him always set off something deep inside himself. You’d given your heart to him, set it right in his trembling hands, because you knew he would handle it with care and tenderness. He’d never break it.

“I am up to it,” he whispered in response. “But I don’t know where to start.”

Once again, you took his hands in your own. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together,” came your gentle reassurance. “Let’s start by you telling me how you want the scene to play out.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Well, uh, in the stories that I read, they usually involved chase scenes. Like, the guy would chase his girl down and kind of, um, overpower her.”

You considered that for a moment. “Okay, so you like more of a predator, prey situation.”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Yeah. I’m down for it. But I don’t know where exactly we could do that, since the hallways have cameras.” You were quiet for a moment as you mulled over the possibilities.

“I thought about that too. Maybe we could—”

“Wait!” You suddenly interrupted. “I have an idea.”

One Week Later

“Bob and I are going on a road trip.”

It was an announcement made to the team one morning at the breakfast table. One of the few times in the day when everyone was together in one room.

They all looked at you as you set your plate down at the table, right next to the aforementioned man.

“Since when?” Walker asked.

“Since like, five days ago, when I booked us an Airbnb.” You spread butter across your muffin as if you’d just said the most obvious thing in the world.

“Just the two of you?” Bucky’s voice carried across the room, where he stood with a freshly poured cup of coffee.

“Yep,” came your response.

“No way Valentina said yes to that,” Ava piped up, over the rim of her matcha glass.

“That’s where I might’ve…stretched the truth a little bit.” You were a bit sheepish as you set your butter knife on the edge of your plate.

“So, you’re saying you lied.” Bucky’s voice again. Closer now, as he crossed the room. A brow was raised. Suspicion swam in his eyes.

“I maybe, sort of, told her that The Void was threatening to come back, and that Bob would benefit from some time away from everything.”

“The Void is back?” Alexei asked, spoon hovering over his bowl of Wheaties. He’d only been half listening to the conversation, it seemed.

“No,” John replied, “apparently they’re using it as a ruse to get out of work.”

Your gaze snapped to him. “What work, huh Walker? We haven’t been sent out on a mission in weeks. Us being gone a few days won’t hurt anything.”

“You can’t just use The Void as a get out of jail free card,” he muttered.

“Val wouldn’t have let us leave otherwise. So, if she asks, you can all vouch for us and tell her that Void was returning, and Bob needed time away.”

Yelena, who’d been observing quietly, in true ‘I’m not a morning person’ fashion, finally spoke. “Quit causing a stink over it. If they want some time away, they should take it. Lord knows we’re all insufferable, and it’s a little hard to enjoy your relationship when you’re living with five other people and you have little to no privacy.”

Beside you, Bob’s eyes drifted across the table, and he shot the woman a grateful smile. She nodded in acknowledgment.

“We aren’t trying to slack off,” he decided to offer his two cents. “If you guys end up getting an assignment, we’ll come back as soon as possible to help. But we just want some time to ourselves, and we hope you understand that.”

“Alright. If Val asks, you’re off in the mountains battling your demons,” Bucky relented.

“Yeah, what he said,” Ava chimed in with a smile.

“I am happy to lie for you both!” Came Alexei’s enthusiastic response.

“Whatever. Your secret’s safe with me,” John agreed with a dismissive wave of his hand.

You beamed, reaching for Bob’s hand beneath the table. “Thanks guys. I really appreciate it.”

And that was how you found yourself packing your tiny Volkswagen Jetta with a week’s worth of supplies. Much to your surprise, Bob was not a light packer. Most of his clothes were bulky, and took up a lot of space in his bags. Sweatshirts, sweatpants, various hoodies and cozy pajamas.

As he eased his two overstuffed duffel bags into the trunk, you caught sight of the sock monkey plush you’d gotten him for his birthday, peaking out of the side pocket. Though he had you with him, he still preferred to bring a comfort item. This was his first time being away from the Tower for an extended period of time. He’d been on overnight missions, but this was different. This was a leisure trip, and he’d never gone on one of those.

The last time he could remember a family vacation was when his mother took him to a tiny beachfront house on Sarasota Beach. His father had gone on a rare work trip, and Annie had decided a little overnight beach visit would do her and her boy some good. It was one of the few fond memories Bob had with just his mother. They’d collected seashells, and watched tiny white crabs scuttle along the sand. And for a small moment in time, his mother seemed genuinely happy.

He was a man now. Many years removed from that beach trip. He’d endured much hardship since then. But this time, the trip he was going on wasn’t an escape from his abusive father. There was no fear in his bones as he helped you pack the car up. He felt at ease. At peace.

And when he caught you eyeing the sock monkey in his duffel, he offered a sheepish smile. “Thought he might like a change of scenery. He’s never been away from the Tower,” he joked.

You giggled, stepping toward him, tucking yourself against his side. “I’m sure he’ll have a great time,” you replied, without missing a beat.

Leaning your head back, you sought out his lips, and he kissed you sweetly. He was warm and snuggly in a pair of thin sweatpants and a light sweater. There was a ball cap on his head, holding his unruly curls back. He looked so domestic, and it made your heart clench in your chest.

“C’mon, beautiful boy. Let’s hit the road,” you said.

As you slammed the trunk shut, Bob rounded the car to open your door for you. He loved showing up for you in the little things. Making you snacks. Filling up your water bottle at night. Setting out your pajamas. Opening doors for you. Subtle ways of taking care of you. You let him do it, because it had been a long time since anyone had cared for you, and Bob found great comfort in being able to look out for you.

His mouth curved into a sweet smile as you slid into the driver’s seat, and he pushed the door shut only after you were settled. Quick on his feet, he reached the passenger side in seconds, long legs just barely fitting in the foot well of your car.

“Sorry, my car isn’t really made for long-legged beauties such as yourself,” you teased, at which Bob’s cheeks warmed.

“It’s fine, I can still fit.”

A beat of silence. Then, “that’s what she said.”

The two of you melted into a fit of giggles, like a pair of twelve-year-olds. “Okay, okay, sorry. You have everything?” You finally asked after you’d stopped laughing at your own joke.

Grinning widely, Bob nodded. “Yeah, I’m all set, honey.”

Your laughter died down completely at the pet name. He’d been calling you that for months now, but it never got old. It always sent your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Alright. Let’s get outta here. First stop is coffee, I need something to get me through this drive.” You nudged the gear into drive, heading out of the parking garage that was attached to the Tower.

“I can drive if you get sleepy,” Bob offered, half joking.

“With what license?” You deadpanned, turning out onto the main road after clearing the gates.

“Hey, if I’m careful, no one will know I don’t have one,” he insisted.

“Yeah, right. The last thing we need is to get pulled over when we’re trying to be low-key and not raise Val’s suspicions.”

“Just don’t fall asleep on the road. That way we don’t have to put my driving skills to the test,” Bob concluded with a grin.

Bob’s license had been revoked years ago, and although Val herself had offered to pull some strings and have his record wiped clean, which would have afforded him the ability to get a new driver’s license, Bob had declined. He would own up to the wrongs he had committed, he didn’t want them swept under the rug.

He’d never really liked driving, anyway. It made him anxious. He was perfectly content to be your ‘passenger princess’ as you’d jokingly dubbed him. He took that role very seriously and always made sure to choose the best snacks when you went out on movie night snack runs.

“Can we go to Rising Star?” He asked, referring to your shared favorite coffee shop.

It was your turn to grin. “That’s exactly where I’m headed. Thought we could get a couple of their pastries too. I know you’re probably starving.”

As if on cue, his stomach growled, and he giggled shyly. “Yeah, I am.” He was used to eating a hearty, protein rich breakfast each morning. He’d found that the Sentry serum gave him a very sizable appetite, and he had to make sure he ate enough to keep up with his metabolism.

A breakfast pit stop was very important. Otherwise, you’d have a very hungry Bob on your hands, and when that happened, he got agitated, and his blood sugar would drop low enough to make his hands shake.

Thankfully, he wouldn’t go hungry this morning. At the coffee shop, his eyes were wide as they settled on the glass bakery case. He was already rattling off which ones he wanted to try, body pressed against your back, one large hand wrapped around your hip. While he was perfectly fine being out in public, busy settings did make him a bit anxious, and he often found himself needing to touch you in some way to keep himself grounded.

“So, basically, you want me to buy the entire case?” You teased.

He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, it all just looks so good.”

In the end, you did in fact buy every baked good on the menu. Plus, two iced lattes. Vanilla bean for Bob. His favorite. He hadn’t tried any other latte flavorings here, because he was afraid to stray from his favorite and end up with something he hated. Vanilla was always a safe flavor to stick with.

Back in the car, Bob was already opening one of the bags full of baked goods, choosing what looked most appealing before he selected one for you. You got settled, playlist going in the background (a compilation of songs Bob had titled ‘super secret road trip’), enjoying your sugary treats as you headed toward the highway.

You’d booked a little cabin near Whiteface Mountain. Together, you had browned the Airbnb website one night, cuddled side by side, combing through options. You wanted something secluded. Private. Because what you had planned required such privacy.

“What if you chased me through the woods?” You’d suggested, after he told you he liked the idea of chasing you. “It would feel a lot more realistic. And there would be no one around for miles. No cameras, no nosy neighbors.”

He couldn’t hide the way his eyes darkened slightly. At the same time, his throat went dry. “Y-yeah. Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

You’d been to Whiteface Mountain as a teenager, and you remembered its splendor vividly. Lush green trees, fresh, cool air, breathtaking beauty. Not only would it be the perfect place for you and Bob to enact your little escapade, but it would also be very relaxing. A true vacation.

Together, you settled on a clean, modern chalet in the middle of the woods. It was gorgeous, but still modest and simple. Perfect for what you and Bob needed. You’d booked it for an entire week, which was perhaps a bit excessive, but you decided that the two of you deserved it. It had been a long year and a half, and not all of it had been easy.

In fact, you’d been through hell to get to this point. Many tears had been shed. Nights spent holding Bob in your arms as he sobbed and wailed and moaned from the agony of what he’d done. What The Void had done.

Initially, he hadn’t remembered the events of New York. But they came to him in flashes. Painful. Violent. Searing headaches that would crackle behind his eyes, forcing him to relive the memories.

Those had been dark times. Troubling times. Often, he would find himself buckled on the floor of his bedroom, trembling, aching, sobbing. The pain was too much to bear. There were moments where Bob wasn’t sure he had the strength to push through it.

But you always believed in him. And even in his most vulnerable moments, when his ribs cracked open to reveal the ugliness of his own soul (at least, that was what he believed), you didn’t turn your back on him. You stayed by his side, unwavering.

It meant more to him than you could ever know.

It wasn’t love, at first. It was support. Quiet words of encouragement. Sitting beside him in silence when he couldn’t be alone. Showing up in big and small ways, like driving him to his therapy appointments, or advocating for him when he froze up in front of others.

You gave him the space he needed to figure things out on his own, but you made sure he knew that you were there to guide him through whatever storms life brought his way. The progression was slow, and not linear. He had some good days, and many difficult ones.

The journey had been arduous. Extensive therapy sessions, trying to figure out the right array of medications to help manage his symptoms, seeing countless doctors and professionals who were well-versed in handling people who had been given super soldier serums.

There were times when he felt like he was losing himself, becoming just another set of numbers and statistics on a stack of medical papers. And in those moments, you were the only one who saw him. Not his symptoms. Him. Robert Reynolds.

He didn’t mean to fall in love with. In fact, he didn’t even realize that it was happening. Not until he sat on the roof beside you one night, gazing up at the stars. It was there, under that sparkling velvet sky, that he became truly aware of just how important you were to him. Not just as a friend. But as something more.

The realization that he was in love with you hit him like a blow to the chest. It knocked the wind out of him. Stole the oxygen right out of his lungs. Every atom in his being trembled with the gravity of this knowledge. As if his bloodstream was made out of steel shavings, and you were a magnet dragging across his skin, attracting those tiny particles of metal

But it didn’t scare him. In fact, it was strangely comforting. Knowing he loved you. Not just enjoyed your company, or tolerated your presence. No, he adored you. In a safe, warm, lovely way that made his heart sing, and his mind glow as if the sun had managed to sneak into his skull.

He was overjoyed, and he attributed that to the fact that this was the first time in his life that he’d had any sort of relationship, platonic or otherwise, that was truly healthy. He wasn’t dependent upon you, as he had been on people in the past when he was in the throes of his addiction. He wasn’t obligated to love you, as he had felt when it came to loving his parents. Loving you came easily, naturally. It was pure, and good, and wonderful.

There was never a dramatic confession. No scene of him falling to his knees before you, professing his undying love. No running toward each other in a misty field as the sun rose behind your shoulders.

It was almost…underwhelming, in a way. But for the two of you, it was perfect.

It happened one night, as you sat beside each other on the couch in the common room, cups of tea cradled in your hands, blankets strewn over your laps. The rest of the team had already retired to their respective quarters, and that left the two of you entirely alone.

Bob watched you, in the light of the television glow, and the words spilled from his mouth before he could stop them. “I’m falling in love with you.” Blunt. To the point. But he didn’t regret them. They felt right, leaving his mouth, and they settled between you like the steam from your tea, heady and warm.

You stared at him for a moment, processing his words. And then, you smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. “I’m falling in love with you too, Bo.”

And that was it. The natural profession of events between you soon led to spending more time together. Showing physical affection. Going on little outings together, such as walks in the park or visits to ice cream parlors.

The day he asked you to be his, you had just come to the end of a walk through Central Park. The sun was setting, casting its golden glow through the trees. If the light caught just right, you could see gold flecks shimmering in his irises.

“I, uh, I’ve been thinkin’,” he told you, cheeks a little pink. “We’ve been getting really close lately, and I really like spending time with you.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I like spending time with you too.”

He, too, smiled shyly at you. “What if we made things official?”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Bob?” You asked, heart quickening in your chest.

He nodded, a little sheepish, but he never broke eye contact with you. “Yes. Will you be my girlfriend?”

Then came your reply. “Only if you’ll be my boyfriend.”

At that, his smile turned into a wide grin, and it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. “So that’s a yes, then?”

You threw your arms around his neck. “It’s a very emphatic yes.”

Oh, how far you’d come since then. Now, here you were, on your very first road trip together, doing things that normal couples did. It felt surreal, in a way. But wonderful. Utterly wonderful.

“I’m really glad we’re doing this,” Bob spoke from the passenger seat, where he was currently wrapped up in a soft blanket. “I can’t wait to have a whole house to ourselves.” He left out the part where he was eager for you both to be as loud as you wanted.

“Me too. Sometimes it feels like there’s no privacy in the Tower,” you agreed, as you signaled to switch lanes.

“You’re tellin’ me. I love the team but they’re all terrible about minding their own business.”

A beat passed before a grin slowly spread across your face. “We won’t have to be quiet anymore,” came your revelation.

Out of the corner of your vision, you saw his wide eyes go even wider still. “Oh. You’re right.” For so long, sex had been quiet between the two of you. Bob often had to shove his large hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, while he bit down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

All the fancy renovations, and Val hadn’t thought to make the walls soundproof. You were perpetually pissed about that.

The only time you got to be loud was if the rest of the team was gone, and that didn’t happen often. So, muffled whimpers, moans, and gasps were what you had to settle on. And oh, how difficult that was. Because Bob always hit it so good. Pistoning deep with that gorgeous, thick cock of his. And it took everything in you not to scream for him.

He felt the same. Being enveloped in your velvet slick was enough to have his eyes rolling back in his head, and when he came, he had to fight not to shout your name. But here, nestled in the mountains, you wouldn’t have to worry about your volume anymore.

The thought of that made Bob’s heart flutter in his chest.

“I keep thinking about the scene,” he admitted. In between moments of conversation, when comfortable silence settled between you, he’d been imagining the roleplay you’d carefully planned out together.

“Which part are you most excited about?” You asked, grabbing your half empty coffee cup to take a sip, grimacing at how watered down it had become.

For a moment, he was quiet. You stole a glance at him, and saw his cheeks had gone pink. “Chasing you.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’m looking forward to that too. I think it’ll really get our adrenaline flowing.”

He hummed in agreement, gaze drifting to watch the long stretch of highway. After a minute or two, he spoke again. “Thank you for making this happen. You didn’t have to do all this, but you did it anyway.” He wasn’t used to someone caring so deeply for him, to the point where they would willingly change up their routine just to try out something he wanted to do.

“You don’t have to thank me, Bob. Really, I’m happy to do this with you.”

He reached across the console, placing his hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I love you so much. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

It was the truth. He’d never felt more comfortable and at ease around anyone, than he felt with you. You were a constant source of love, support, and encouragement. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d ever had that before.

Prior to you, he’d never experienced a genuine, safe, intimate connection before. He wasn’t proud of the man he was before. He was ashamed at the lengths he had gone to just to get another fix. Sometimes, sex was part of those lengths. He did what he felt he had to, to survive.

Other times, he would fall into bed with someone, both him and the partner high out of their minds. He barely remembered those nights. They were just flashes, small remembrances of unfulfilling, impersonal sex that left him feeling used and hollow.

He was so used to it. It had become so normalized in his own mind, that when he slept with you for the first time, he hardly knew what to do with himself. The love and tenderness you showed him was more overwhelming than any kind of intense sex he could have participated in.

During the come down, he’d sobbed. Deep, shuddering, painful sobs that dislodged from his chest and rippled through his body. You’d held him in your arms, cradling him close, assuring him that he was safe, that you wouldn’t let him go.

But it wasn’t that he felt unsafe. Far from it. “I-I never knew that it could feel this loved,” he’d whispered to you, face buried against the side of your neck.

That broke you.

You grieved for him, because he’d been so robbed of the love he deserved. But you pledged right then and there that you would show him what it felt like to be cherished, respected, and adored. And since then, you had shown him that, and so much more.

He couldn’t imagine his life without you. It felt as if he’d been searching for you for all this time, and now that he had you, he never wanted to let go. You provided him with a safe place, free of judgment, to be himself. He could express his feelings, needs, and desires without fear of being mocked and ridiculed for it.

And he, in turn, offered you his unwavering support and devotion. You were precious to him, and he made sure you knew that.

Being able to have you all to himself for an entire week sounded like a dream. And not just because you were going to embark on a brand new sexual endeavor. It was because he would get uninterrupted time with you. No prying eyes, no teasing from anyone. Just you and him, completely alone.

Free to be yourselves.

He already felt lighter, away from the tower. As if a weight had been lifted. He loved each one of his teammates dearly. They’d seen him at his worst, and still stuck by him, and he was grateful for that. But he’d gone from being strictly on his own, to being surrounded by these people almost twenty-four-seven, and sometimes, he just needed some peace and quiet.

It was nothing a trip to the mountains couldn’t fix.

The mountains were quiet. Peaceful. In the past, he would have been afraid of silence. It was deafening. Vast. Open. An invitation for the darkness in his mind to overcome him. But ever since you had come into his life, he no longer feared silence. In fact, he cherished it.

He found that he could sit with you, in utter peace and quiet, not a word traded between you, and find comfort. Silence with you was never heavy or burdensome. It was comfortable, easy, welcome. You didn’t need to fill the gaps in conversation. You didn’t need to entertain each other. You could just…be. And Bob loved that.

An entire week of easy quiet sounded glorious. And as you finally neared the mountain range, he found his heart quickening in his chest. Not from anxiety, but from eagerness and awe. A sense of peace washed over him as he took in the sight of the earth jutting up toward the sky, its cap dusted with snow. It reminded him of powdered sugar.

“There it is,” you breathed in wonder.

“It’s beautiful,” he echoed, eyes shimmering.

It took you another thirty minutes to get up to the area where your cabin was, and you stopped in the cozy little ski town to buy some essentials for the week, such as meal items and snacks. Later, when you finally pulled into the long, gravel drive leading up to the cabin, you were floored. It was even more beautiful than it had been in the pictures. A quaint, modestly sized A-frame cabin, with a dark green tin roof that complimented the surrounding rich green foliage.

“Whoa,” came Bob’s quiet remark. “I can’t believe we get to stay here.”

You grinned as you shifted the gear into park. “Me neither. C’mon, let’s check it out.”

You both climbed out of the car, shoes crunching against gravel as you approached the cabin. The air was clear, cool, and quiet. Birds sang in the trees. Water flowed somewhere nearby.

Standing there, surrounded by trees and wildlife and everything in between, Bob took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and smiled. “This feels like heaven,” he whispered, as if speaking louder would disturb the quiet. When he met your gaze, there was deep gratitude shining in his irises. “Thank you.”

You were moving toward him, taking his hand, fingers intertwining. “Anything for you, Bo.”

That made his heart sing.

The two of you were quick to get settled. You wasted no time in typing in the code on the keypad on the front door, and once inside, you were greeted with warm wood tones, cozy rugs, a plush couch, a fireplace framed with large gray stones, and all sorts of charming little things you would find in a traditional log cabin.

You worked together to bring in luggage and groceries, and within the hour, you were all settled. Bob was overjoyed, relishing in every single second he had alone with you. He was determined to make the most of it all, and he wouldn’t take a moment of it for granted.

The first night in that cabin was calm and domestic. You had agreed to give yourselves time to settle in before you carried out the CNC scene you had planned. Bob grew a little antsy every time he pictured the scene. He was so eager to enact it, but there was still a part of him that was slightly apprehensive. Although you had assured him you were into it, and that there was nothing wrong with him for wanting to try it, that nagging little voice in the back of his mind still made him question his own desires.

Thank goodness you were there to chase the doubt away.

“We can stop at any time,” you had assured him. “That’s why we’ve got a color system and a safeword. Both of us have control over how long the scene goes.”

There was a reason you had meticulously planned the scene out. That way there wasn’t even a modicum of doubt between either of you. Bob knew your limits, and you knew his. You trusted each other implicitly. And that was something he took very seriously. Your trust in him. It was so deeply important to him, because if he didn’t have your trust, he had nothing.

It was not lost on him, that you would allow him to enact this scene with you. Your consent was sacred to him, and he would never exploit it.

“Ready for tomorrow night?” You asked him, as you climbed into bed together after a comforting dinner of grilled cheese.

He hummed as you snuggled into his side. “Yeah. I’m kinda nervous, too.”

“Why?” You let your palm rest against his chest, your head on his shoulder. Your tone wasn’t accusatory or impatient. You were merely curious about his hang ups.

“I dunno, I don’t want to mess things up, I guess. What if we start the scene, and I can’t go through with it? Then all this will have been for nothing.”

You lifted your head, fingers tilting his chin toward you. “Hey, you won’t mess anything up. If we start the scene and you can’t go through with it, that’s okay. We can just do it another time. Or we can scrap the scene altogether. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

“Just…don’t wanna disappoint you.”

“You won’t.” You were adamant about that.

Your assurance seemed to give him peace of mind, and soon, you both settled in to sleep, bodies curled around one another, safe and warm.

The next morning started like any other would. Quiet, slow, relaxed. You woke up naturally, with no help of an alarm. Breakfast was pancakes, one of Bob’s favorite foods. He took his with lots of syrup and butter.

After breakfast, the two of you got ready for the day and headed out to explore the little ski town. It overlooked the entirety of the valley below, and the view was breathtaking no matter which direction you went.

Throughout the entire morning and afternoon, Bob was buzzing with barely contained energy. So were you. One would think you were two kids excited for Christmas morning. On the contrary, you were merely excited for your boyfriend to chase you through the woods.

You had no idea that your plans would be foiled that night.

The weather was clear all day, not a single cloud in the sky. The weather app on your phone didn’t even show a chance of rain whatsoever. However, much to your dismay, when you returned to the cabin that evening, the sky had begun to darken with approaching storm clouds.

“Guess we’d better hurry things along. Looks like a nasty storm is moving in,” you told Bob as you unlocked the door.

His eyes lingered on the sky, and an uneasy look passed over his face. “Maybe we should just wait ‘til tomorrow to do this.”

“No, it’ll be fine. I bet we can beat the rain if we’re quick.”

The plan was for him to chase you through the woods, and into the house. If you made it to shelter before the storm rolled in, you would be fine. Even so, Bob couldn’t ignore the feeling of worry in his chest, tight and insistent. He didn’t like storms. Growing up in Florida, he’d experienced plenty of terrible hurricanes and tropical storms. He supposed that he should have gotten used to them, but they’d always frightened him.

He didn’t like the idea of running through the woods during a storm. But, he decided to go along with you, because maybe you were right. Maybe you’d make it back to the house before the storm hit.

He forced his worry aside, and let his excitement over enacting the scene take over. It grew tenfold when you approached him with a knowing grin on your face, after you’d changed into a pair of hiking shoes.

“Alright, I’m heading outside. You ready?”

He couldn’t help the smile that washed over his own face. “God, yes.”

You leaned in to kiss him sweetly. “I love you, Bo.”

“I love you too.”

A moment of tenderness before the chaos that would soon follow.

One last kiss before you slipped away, heading out the door. He stood there, in the middle of the entryway, heart hammering against his chest. He’d agreed to give you a five minute head start. The time seemed to both drag on, and move fast as light. Once he was certain he’d given you enough time, he closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, and allowed himself to slip into character.

Goosebumps trailed over his flesh as he stepped onto the porch, wood creaking beneath his feet. A strong breeze rippled through the trees, rustling his hair. Anticipation hung in the air, as if nature was bracing itself for what was about to happen. Or maybe it was just preparing for the storm.

It was easier than he thought it would be. Stepping off the porch, heading in the direction you’d disappeared into. He moved with purpose. Eyes sharp, body on high alert. Entering into the mind of someone who was stalking an innocent young woman in the woods. It sent a shiver down his spine as he journeyed out into the wood, sneaker clad feet almost silent atop the fallen pine needles and dirt.

He could just barely see you several feet up ahead, already disappearing into the trees. He moved a little faster, jaw tense, skin buzzing with the first flickers of adrenaline. Overhead, thunder rumbled in the distance, and he tried to ignore it as he went deeper into the forest, trailing you.

He zeroed in on you, watching your every move. You were playing a clueless hiker, minding your business, enjoying a walk in the woods. Entirely too trusting of your surroundings. Too comfortable. Surely no one would be lurking in the shadows in such a gorgeous place.

When you heard a twig snap, your head jerked up, and you whirled around. Gasping softly, Bob ducked behind a large oak tree, hidden from your view. Eyes narrow, you searched your surroundings, but when you didn’t see anyone, you shrugged it off.

Even so, the deeper you went into the woods, the more it felt like someone was watching you. As if the trees had suddenly developed eyes, and were analyzing your every move. The hair at the back of your neck stood on end, and you shivered, dread sinking in the pit of your stomach. It felt too easy to get in character. You imagine yourself genuinely alone and vulnerable, and you couldn’t deny the desirous pulse that flashed deep within you.

This was already turning you on, and you’d only just begun.

Another clap of thunder sounded overhead, and you picked up your pace, making a wide turn onto a trail that would lead back up to the cabin. In the distance, you heard rustling that sounded suspiciously human, but you told yourself it was just a deer. Maybe a bird.

But it was a man. Eyes locked on your every movement. You looked so innocent and unassuming. Out here, no one would hear you scream. And that thought alone sent his blood rushing south, face burning as his dick hardened slightly in his pants.

Soon, he would make his presence known. But not yet. He had to let you get used to the silence of the woods. You were meant to think you were just being paranoid. That you were merely imagining the footsteps, the shifting of leaves, and movements that were much too large to be coming from a raccoon or a squirrel.

The wind picked up as you walked, cool against your face. Thunder pressed closer, right above you, and the sky darkened further. Though it was sunset, there were no golden orange hues in the sky. The rolling clouds had hidden the sun entirely, and the woods suddenly seemed so much darker than before.

Your shoulders grew tense as it closed in, oppressive and a little frightening. But oh, so exciting. When your footsteps grew quicker, so did his. Still quiet. Undetectable, unless you were listening closely. The heavy wind was working to his advantage. You wouldn’t be able to hear him over it rustling through the trees.

As the light began to disappear, and the weather went a little wild, you grew slightly disoriented. But not in a bad way. You knew Bob was close by, somewhere, and if you truly needed help, he would break character and come to your aid.

But your body was conflicted. Heart racing, hands shaking, sweat prickling on your spine despite the cool air. It was an odd sensation, to feel as if you were in danger, but to feel safe all at once.

However, when a flash of lightning illuminated the woods, you jumped, and you swore you saw a shadow in the distance. When a violent crack of thunder followed, you turned on your heel and began walking quickly in the direction of the house.

Another flash of lightning. Seconds later, the soft patter of raindrops began hitting the trees. Behind you, Bob kept up with your pace, far enough away that you didn’t know exactly where he was, but close enough that he didn’t lose your trail.

But in an instant, the weather shifted, and the soft patter of rain turned into a heavy downpour. It took mere seconds for visibility to be reduced to a few feet ahead, and it took Bob right out of the character headspace he’d been in.

He moved forward quickly, in the direction he’d just seen you. The tension in his shoulders was no longer enjoyable. He was anxious, and he knew that it was time to call the scene off and wait until the storm passed. But with visibility so low, he couldn’t see you.

He called your name, ignoring the fact that his shoes were already soaked through, and would likely be ruined after this. That wasn’t important. The only thing he cared about was getting to you.

As the ground became slick, he nearly stumbled, but kept himself steady as he ambled through the woods, eyes searching, trying his best not to grow frantic. Panicking wouldn’t help the situation.

But the dread he’d felt earlier had returned. Unease creeped back along his spine, like a wandering spider, and soon, he was running, shouting for you, trying to be heard over the roar of the rain.

And then he stopped. Feet skidding against mud, body jolting as he forced himself to be still. Darkness enveloped his vision as he allowed his eyes to fall shut. Breathing slowly, silencing everything around himself, zeroing in on you. The serum running through his veins had gifted him heightened senses. Including a keen sense of hearing.

The medications he was on had dulled those senses somewhat, but if he really focused, he was able to use them still.

It took a moment, but soon, he could hear it. The sound of your labored breathing, the squelch of your feet against wet ground. His eyes snapped open, and he was moving again, in the direction he’d just heard you.

And then he saw you, just up ahead.

Relief flooded his body, and he called for you again. When his voice reached your ears, you came to an abrupt halt, whirling around to see where it had come from. But what you failed to notice was the uneven ground beneath your feet, and before you could register what was happening, you were falling, a shriek of surprise ripping from your throat.

Bob saw you fall, and his heart leapt violently in his chest. “No!”

He had no recollection of sprinting, but within seconds, he’d made it to the clearing. The brush concealed a steep drop-off, which you’d ended up tumbling down when you lost your footing. He could see you, a few feet down the hill, and he scrambled after you, half sliding, half stumbling, desperate to get to you.

“Hey, hey, I’m here!” He cried, once he reached you. You were sprawled at the foot of the hill, dazed and frightened.

“Bob!” You whimpered, tears already spilling down your cheeks. The fall had been so harsh and sudden, and you knew you were hurt, but you had no idea to what extent the damage went.

Your precious, loving boy was above you, eyes searching, face pale as a ghost. “I’ve got you, baby. Are you hurt?!”

“I-I don’t know.”

In a split second, your surroundings were illuminated as lightning struck nearby, and on instinct, Bob grabbed you, scooping you right into his arms. “We can’t stay out here. I need to get you to the house.”

And then he lifted you, enhanced strength allowing him to carry you with ease. He cradled you protectively against his chest, shielding you from the pounding rain as he made the hike back to the cabin. Even above the sounds of the storm, you could hear his heart thudding against his chest erratically.

Several minutes later, he could see the outline of the cabin just up ahead, and he moved quicker, with more purpose. He needed to get you inside, needed to make sure you were alright. Your fall had frightened him deeply, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if you were seriously hurt. After all, this scene had been his idea. He couldn’t stomach the thought that his own selfish desires had resulted in you being harmed.

But it wasn’t about him. Not now. All that mattered was you.

He managed to get the door open, even with you in his arms, and he rushed inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. The nearest surface was the living room couch, so he swiftly carried you to it, ever so gently laying you down.

His trembling hand reached for the lamp on the end table, and seconds later, the room was illuminated in a soft, warm glow. In the low light, you could see the fear and worry on his face. His bottom lip quivered, and tears filled his eyes.

“Let me look at you. I ha-have to make sure you’re okay,” he spoke, voice wavering. His breathing was labored. His hands were so careful as he helped you move each limb, ensuring you didn’t have any broken bones.

But he could see a few cuts on your arms, as well as one on your cheek, and your forehead. They weren’t deep, but blood was still shimmering along each one.

“Maybe I should take you to the hospital,” he suggested, barely able to speak above a whisper.

“Bob, I’m okay. Really. I think the worst I have is a couple bumps and bruises. Nothing’s broken.”

Fearful, wide eyes flickered to your face. He couldn’t stave off his tears any longer. They streaked down his cheeks in hot trails. “This is…this is all my fault.”

“No, don’t–”

But he was already spiraling, raking his fingers through his wet hair as he began to pace. “All because I was selfish and wanted to chase you through the fucking woods. I knew this was a bad idea, I knew it.”

“Bo–”

“I was only thinking about myself and what I wanted. And now you’re hurt!”

“Robert!” Your tone was slightly sharp. It caught his attention instantly. On trembling arms, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, eyes locked on him. “Look at me.”

He did.

“I’m safe, because you made sure I was. So don’t you dare start blaming yourself for this. Accidents happen. I should’ve paid closer attention to where I was walking. This isn’t your fault, baby.”

A shuddering breath rattled through him before he closed the distance between you, lowering himself to his knees before you. His hands found yours, cool and damp from the rain.

“I’m fine, Bo. So are you. We just had a little scare, is all.”

It was as if he was finally looking at you for the first time since he’d brought you inside. Realization washed over his face. “You’re fine,” he echoed.

“I am. All thanks to you.”

Another unsteady breath. “You really scared me.”

“I know. I scared me, too. I didn’t even realize there was a drop-off there, until I was already falling. But thank god it wasn’t worse.”

Blue eyes filled with concern took in the sight of your cuts and scrapes. ”It could have been so much worse, he knew that, but his heart still broke at the knowledge that you’d gotten hurt. Now, all he could do was take care of you. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

His hands were gentle, reverent, as he removed your sodden shoes. You were soaked to the bone, clothes stained with mud and grass. The stains would not easily come out, that was for certain. But that didn’t matter right now.

Bob lifted you into his arms again, pace steady as he ascended the stairs. The bathroom was where he brought you, and there, he cared for you. Slowly, lovingly. Removing your clothing, tending to your cuts with the first aid kit he’d spotted in the bathroom cupboard earlier.

The emotion he felt was written all over his face, deep and concerned, aching somewhere within the very core of his being. He didn’t want to constantly talk about how badly he felt about the situation, so he kept quiet, and merely focused on tending to you.

It wasn’t until you were both showered, dressed in warm clothes, and settled in the queen-sized bed in the other room, that he spoke again.

“Maybe I should take this as a sign not to do this scene at all.”

Silence settled between you as you processed his words. “If you really don’t want to do it, then we don’t have to. But I want you to know that I’m still on board. This didn’t change anything for me.”

Wide, gentle eyes flickered up to meet your own. “It didn’t?”

“No. And if I needed something to show me just how much you care about me, well, tonight was it. You jumped into action the second I fell. You cleaned me up and helped me get changed. You’re a good man, Robert Reynolds. And I trust you to keep me safe during a CNC scene.”

His shoulders relaxed, relief flooding his features. When you pulled him close, he let you, head resting upon your shoulder. “Okay. I think…I think I just need a reset. We can try again tomorrow, depending on how we’re both feeling.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Sleep came quickly that night, and you both slept like the dead, bodies exhausted from the adrenaline rush you had experienced. When you woke the next morning, it was still raining, the sky dark and drear.

You took the morning at your own pace. No rushing. No time constraints. For the first few hours, Bob remained curled around you, warm and soft and protective. He asked you how you were feeling, if you were okay, if you’d gotten enough rest.

There was some residual soreness from your fall the night before, but in all honesty, you felt okay. Even though you insisted you were fine, he still took it upon himself to care for you that morning. He wasn’t the best at cooking, but he could handle a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, which he brought to you in bed.

He made you feel so loved and cherished, and you basked in that softness, allowing him to dote upon you. It gave him great peace to do so. After spending so long on his own looking after himself, being able to freely care for someone else was so fulfilling.

But there was something unspoken in the air between you. The question of whether or not you would go through with the scene you had planned.

Not wanting Bob to feel pressured, you waited for him to bring it up in his own time. And he did, a few hours later, after you’d eaten lunch. The couch was soft beneath you as you lay curled against him, fluffy blanket spread across both your laps.

The television played softly in the background, but neither of you were quite paying attention to what was on. Bob’s mind was a million miles away, and it only returned when he took your hand in his, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I think I wanna try to do the scene again tonight. If you feel up to it.”

A beat of silence passed before you shifted to look at him fully. “I’d like that,” came your agreement.

“But I, uh, think we should try a different approach. I don’t want you getting hurt in the woods again.”

Now, you’d turned completely, cross-legged before each other, knees touching. “Okay. What were you thinking of doing instead?”

And so, he explained the new scenario he’d been mulling over in his mind. No detail was left unspared as he laid it all out for you to consider. And when he was finished explaining, you couldn’t hide your excitement.

It happened that night.

The rain was still falling, pounding against the tin roof, but you were safe and warm inside the cabin. And you were alone. Curled up on the couch, book in your lap, trying to focus on the words, but failing miserably, because you knew what would happen very soon.

When the knock at the door came, your heart lept in your throat.

It was time.

Feet quick against the floor, you crossed the room, breathing deeply as you slipped into character. You opened the door only slightly, peering through the space, into the darkness. Someone was there, shrouded partially in shadow. A man, from what you could tell.

He stepped forward, and the soft light from within the house illuminated his face. Boyish. Apologetic. “Excuse me, miss, but I’m so sorry to bother you. My car quit working on me, and my phone is completely dead. I was wondering if I could charge my phone here?”

Goosebumps creeped along your spine as you hesitated. You were a woman alone in the middle of nowhere. It was foolish to let a stranger into your home. “Um…I guess that would be alright.”

The chain lock was cool beneath your fingers as you slid it from its track, allowing the door to open fully as you stepped back, motioning for the young man to step inside. He offered a smile as he crossed the threshold.

You shut the door behind him, enclosing you both in the quietness of the little cabin. “There’s an outlet over there,” you told him, pointing to the living room.

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” he breathed, kicking his shoes off before he moved across the room to the outlet. Moments later, his phone was plugged in, and he’d taken a seat on your couch.

You shivered as his intense blue eyes landed upon you.

“Is it just you that lives here?” He inquired. Innocently enough.

How foolish of you to answer. “No, I’m with my boyfriend. But he had to run into town, so it’s just me right now.” Stupid, stupid girl.

His mouth parted slightly as he nodded. “Oh. I see.” He leaned back, settling into your couch completely, as if he owned the place. His knee bounced restlessly.

“Maybe he could help you with your car,” you suggested, shifting from foot to foot.

He eyed you, and you suddenly felt so naked beneath his gaze. Though you were certain his eyes were blue, they looked almost black now, darkening in the low light. “Maybe.”

Your sleep shorts and tank top exposed more than you wanted him to see, and it soon became clear that he was staring at your body. You swore you saw hunger flash across his face.

Wanting to be free of his intense gaze, you turned, heading toward the kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink? I have juice, milk, coffee…”

You were met with silence as you opened the fridge. That struck you as odd, and you straightened, turning to call for him, only to realize he’d appeared in the kitchen doorway. You hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Jeez, you scared me!” You exclaimed, hand flying up to rest over your racing heart.

He said nothing. The look on his face was almost…mournful, in a way. Glassiness clouded his eyes, and you swore you saw his bottom lip quiver. For a split second, you almost broke character, worried that maybe Bob had changed his mind. But you very quickly realized that this was part of his act.

“Is…is everything alright?”

Head dipping down, eyes cast toward the floor, he took an unsteady breath. “Why did it have to be you?”

Your heart seized. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t know you’d be so beautiful. So perfect. And now I have to ruin you.”

Cautiously, you stepped back, gasping when your back hit the fridge. He had you cornered. “What are you talking about?”

“When does your boyfriend get back?” Completely ignoring your question in favor of asking one of his own.

“Any minute. You’d better be gone by the time he gets here.” There was no confidence in your voice. No hint of a threat. You sounded like a scared child.

“I don’t need long.” And then he was moving. Closing in on you in two large strides, quick as lightning.

A gasp tore itself from your throat as you ducked, sidestepping him at the last second. But it was clear that he let you get away. Unconcerned, he watched you run toward the door, but you barely managed to reach for the doorknob before you felt him behind you, arms hooking around your waist as he dragged you back.

“No! Let me go!” You shrieked, fighting wildly against his grasp.

Unphased, he wrestled you toward the living room. “Don’t you understand? You can’t get away. This has to happen.”

“No it doesn’t! Stop, just let me go!” You kicked and struggled, but he was deceptively strong, and he shoved you down to the floor with ease.

His grip was firm against your jaw, and when you looked into his face, you saw the remorse in his features. “I’m sorry. I-I have to.”

“No you don’t. Please, you can just leave now. I won’t tell anyone you were here, I swear.” But your pleading was futile.

He took hold of both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them to the floor above your head before his fingers curled around the waistband of your shorts. The whimper that left your throat was broken, pathetic.

When he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear beneath your shorts, his eyes darkened, mouth parting as he gasped. “It’s almost like you knew I was coming. You made it so easy.”

Weakly, you pushed at his chest, but it was no use. “This isn’t right.”

With ease, he yanked your tank top down, exposing your chest to the cool air. You were bare, unable to “I’ll make you see that you’re meant to be mine.”

His hold on you was firm, unyielding. Even as you sobbed and begged and squirmed beneath him. He was entirely naked while you were barely clothed, shorts discarded, tank top barely clinging to your body.

“Please, just stay still. I don’t want to have to hurt you.” There was no malice. In fact, he sounded incredibly, mournfully apologetic.

That sent a jolt through you, You should have fought against him. Should have screamed and thrashed and kicked. But heat was spreading through your body, head to toe, a delicious warmth that made your brain fuzzy.

And then his mouth was by your ear, hot at he whispered, “what’s your color, honey?” And there he was. Your sweet, gentle, kind Robert, eyes blue as forget-me-nots, making sure you were okay.

You grinned as you replied. “Green. What’s yours?”

A soft giggle left him as he said, “yeah, mine’s green too.”

And the scene continued. There were no dramatic pauses, no panicked glances. Just a simple check in, and back to business. You were a little surprised that Bob seemed to be handling it so well. He was even better at portraying his character than you’d expected him to be, given the way he’d reacted the night before, and the hesitancy he’d had over enacting this scene altogether.

As he slipped back into character, his grip tightened on you again, he reached into his pocket, sliding out a familiar bottle and setting it on the floor beside you before he moved to shove his sweatpants down. Just enough to get his cock free.

Your mind went haywire, and you almost forgot you were supposed to be begging him to stop. Shaking out of your trance, you let out a frightened whine, hips shifting beneath him. “No! Stop, stop, don’t do this!”

He grabbed the bottle, cap clicking at he opened it. The cool drizzle of lube against your cunt made you gasp sharply, even more so when he gently smoothed his fingers over you. “You’re already wet, pretty thing. Barely even need this stuff. You want this just as much as I do, don’t you?”

“You’re insane!”

Something shifted in his face then. The darkening of his features. The sharp set of his jaw. He hummed, deep and low in his chest, and it reminded you of an animal growling. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t said that.”

The wet schlick of his hand smoothing lubricant over his cock reached your ears, and you couldn’t deny the burning ache deep within you. His cock was flushed deep pink, already leaking, painfully hard.

When he pressed against you, you tried to wiggle away, but his grip was like iron, holding you in place. One still pinning your hands above your head, the other holding your hips in place. When the thick heat of him breached your opening, a broken, pathetic whimper tore from your throat.

He kissed you. Wet, open-mouthed, deep. It was filthy. Disgusting. Delicious. “Shh,” he soothed, “it’ll all be over soon.”

And then he pushed forward in one fluid thrust, swallowing your cry, tongue delving into your mouth. The stretch made your head spin, and you clenched around him involuntarily. “Pl-please, it’s too big, it hurts!”

His lashes fluttered, cheeks heating molten red as your words hit him like a blow to the chest. Christ, he wasn’t going to last. “I know it hurts, but I can’t stop yet.”

He thrust his hips forward again, and you whined, eyes squeezing shut. Half-heartedly, you tried to pull yourself out of his grasp, knowing it was no use. But he shoved you back in place, soon wrapping an arm around you to hold you against him as he moved.

“Stop! Get off of me!”

His palm settled over your mouth, and again, he thrust into you, hard and deep. He built a rhythm, albeit rushed as it was, and it wasn’t long before you were gasping and moaning pathetically against his hand, eyes nearly rolling back in your head.

Against your breast, his mouth was hot and open, tongue swirling around a peaked nipple, moaning and drooling against you

The constant slide of his cock against your sensitive walls was almost too much as he used you, violated you, for his own pleasure. He was losing himself in it all. Short groans and sighs. Barely contained growls when you clenched around him. He was an animal in heat, rutting into a soft, wet cunt. And he’d make you take it until his seed was deposited deep within you.

His eyes were hooded as he leaned back to fully look into your face. He brought a hand between your thighs, fingertips pressing against your swollen clit, and he soothed you when you whined. “It’ll feel good soon. You just need to let it happen. You’ll have so much fun if you just give in to it.”

“You’re sick!”

He let go of your hands to grip your face in his trembling hand. “Can’t help it. This is what you do to me. The second I saw you through the window, I knew I had to have you. Knew it was inevitable that you would be mine.”

You stared up at him, eyes wide, bottom lip quivering. “Y-you were watching me?”

His hips shunted forward again, so deep you’d be feeling him for days after. “Of c-course I was. Pretty thing like you, all alone in the woods…how could I resist? And now I have you all to myself.” A deep, broken whimper as you squeezed around him again. “It’s like your pussy was made for me.”

Fuck, his words were going to be your undoing. It was all so filthy, so salacious.

“No! No, no, no.” Squirming beneath him, legs kicking out, attempting to escape. But you didn’t want to, not really.

He groaned brokenly, thrusts stuttering. “O-oh! Oh, god, please stop fighting, I don’t wanna finish yet.”

And that fucking broke you. Your brain went haywire, as if you’d been struck by a lightning bolt. He looked so remorseful, as if he was truly sorry that he had to do this, and it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. Tears pricked your eyes as heat washed over you, and you trembled so intensely that your teeth chattered.

You were so turned on that you gushed around him. Slick and wet and impossibly warm. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of it, dripping down his pistoning shaft, soaking his heavy, aching balls. “See? I knew you wanted it, angel. You’re leaking all over me.”

It was so difficult to remain in character. It felt much too good to pretend you weren’t loving every second of it. The hurried push and pull of that deliciously thick cock inside you, the slow, deliberate circles he made against your pulsing clit, the way he mouthed at your neck and licked your sweat away. It was so good. He was so good.

Fighting it was nearly impossible when it was all you’d ever wanted. With Bob, you always wanted it. Morning, noon, night, it didn’t matter. Sometimes, you felt like some love blind addict, who just couldn’t get enough. Good thing he felt the same way.

Even so, this was his fantasy, and you were meant to be resisting. With what little control you had left over your brain, you forced a protest out of your mouth. “Just…just don’t come inside me.”

His face crumbled. Mouth parting, eyes fluttering, moaning like a man possessed. “Oh, sweetie. I wish you hadn’t said that.”

Then both of his hands, large and unrelenting, were gripping your hips, holding you in place as he drove his cock into you repeatedly, ignoring your cries and whimpers as he used you to get himself off. You were gone. Mouth open, drooling and panting like a dog. It felt as if your brain was melting. You were just a pathetic, wet cunt for him to use, nothing more.

The sounds he made had taken on a higher pitch. Broken gasps and whines as he lost himself in you. Mumbling incoherent, half-sentences. “S’pretty. All for me. G-gonna claim you. Fill you up.”

You tried to protest. Tried to tell him no, but you couldn’t speak. Your mouth was loose, as if you’d lost control of your own jaw and ability to speak. All you could do was stare dumbly up at him, eyes shining.

He trembled above you. Hair curling against his sweat dampened forehead, eyes barely focused, made dumb by pleasure. Then his mouth was by your ear, breathing labored as he spoke. “I’m sorry. Can’t help it, you feel too good. I have to come inside you.”

Something about the way he said it, pathetically, apologetically, regretfully, made your vision go white. Body taught, back arching, silent scream ripping from your throat as your orgasm engulfed you out of nowhere. It sizzled through your veins like electricity, snapping, crackling, popping.

A deep sob ripped itself from Bob’s throat at the feeling of you clenching tightly around him. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He was past the point of no return, as you fell limp beneath him, gasping, convulsing with the aftershocks of your own pleasure.

“Oh! Oh, fuck, oh my god, I-I can’t stop. I’m coming inside you.” Strangled, high-pitched, pitiful.

Warmth flooded you in thick, hot spurts. There was so much of it, and all you could do was lay there and take it as he pumped you full. His face was buried against your neck, mumbling an endless string of apologies, even as his viscous release seeped into the deepest part of you. He wasn’t sorry in the least.

As the intensity slowed, he deflated above you, his weight resting against your body, both of you still jolting from the aftershocks. For a moment, there was silence, save for your mingled breathing. You stared up at the ceiling in awe, mind blown.

When Bob lifted his head, he was still in character. “I’m sorry. I-I had to do it. I just couldn’t help myself. You understand, don’t you?”

Blinking up at him, you struggled to form a single sentence. He was still seated deep inside you, and you could feel his cum beginning to trickle out around the base of his cock, sure to drip down and ruin the rug beneath you. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about that.

“Y-yes,” you relented, deciding to play the part of the defeated victim, despite the fact that you were currently buzzing with satisfaction and delight over what you had just experienced.

Then, Bob’s facade cracked. He couldn’t stay in his character’s head for a minute. Wide eyes searched your face, looking for any sign of fear or sadness from you. But you merely smiled up at him. “I’m okay, Bo.”

His hand, gentle and warm, cupped your cheek. “You’re sure? It wasn’t too much?”

“God, no.” You threw your arms around his neck. “I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Holy hell, you were incredible.”

The blush that dusted his cheeks was crimson. “Really? I didn’t… things didn’t go too far?”

It was your turn to hold his face in your hands. “Don’t even let your mind go there. I loved every second of it. If it was too much I would have safe-worded.”

Relief flooded his face, and he nodded in understanding. “I know. I just had to make sure.”

Tenderly, your mouth found his, kissing him in a way that showed him you adored him. “I felt safe the entire time. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me for real,” came your reassurance.

He nuzzled his nose against yours, grateful for your words. For a few moments, he remained there, half hard and still hilted inside you. But as he began to soften, he eased his spent cock out of you, kissing you to swallow your hiss of slight discomfort.

His eyes flickered downward, narrowing slightly as he watched his release begin to slide out of you. It was a sight he’d never tire of seeing, no matter how many times it happened. “Made a mess,” he murmured, “gotta clean you up, baby.”

“S’okay,” you mumbled. “Can you hold me for a bit?”

“Of course.” He wrapped his steady arms around you, tugging you into his lap, uncaring about the mess smearing onto his thigh as you settled against him. He could clean you both up later. For now, he needed to hold you just as much as you needed to be held.

When you buried your face against the crook of his neck and sighed, safe and content, his heart swelled in his chest. “I had so much fun, Bo. Y’made me feel so good.”

That meant everything to him. “Yeah? I had fun, too. I, uh, liked it a lot more than I was anticipating. Didn’t expect it to be so easy to get into character,” he admitted.

You smiled against his neck. “I’m kinda glad the woods didn’t work out. I liked this scenario a lot.”

His lips were soft as he kissed your temple. “So did I. A lot less messy than running through the muddy forest.”

Silence settled between you as you both enjoyed basking in the physical closeness. A gentle reminder of your love for each other. Bob was surprised at the way he felt in the afterglow. He’d expected to feel dirty, in a bad way. Perverted. Instead, a comforting warmth had begun to spread through his chest.

He’d been open about his desires, and enacted them with a partner that he trusted. It was a mutual trust. An agreement between two people who loved each other deeply. He was exploring his wants and needs in a safe, healthy way. There was no reason to feel guilt, or disgust. He could rest in the fact that you supported him in his desires, and wanted to participate in them just as much as he did.

“You’re a good man, Bob. The best man I’ve ever known,” you whispered against his skin, as he held you on that floor. And oh, that undid him.

He closed his eyes as his tears began to fall. “I love you so much. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for letting me do this with you.”

At that, you leaned back, searching his face. “I love you too. Thank you for trusting me enough to do this roleplay with you.”

When your mouths joined, it was tender, loving, a display of your deep devotion to each other. And as you parted, something unspoken passed between you. We’re safe. We’re okay. I love you.

Another beat of comfortable silence stretched on, until Bob hesitantly looked down at the creamy white puddle on his thigh. Another kiss to your lips before he decided to lift you into his arms.

“Gotta get you cleaned up, baby.” He was quick to whisk you up to the bedroom, moving with ease. The bed was soft beneath you as he lowered you onto it, careful not to jostle you.

Then he walked, naked as day, to the bathroom, where he took the time to grab the small kit sitting on the counter. An aftercare kit that you had both put together. Full of hypoallergenic wipes, first aid items, soothing creams, and the like.

After he’d stopped to clean himself, he returned, finding you curled up on the bed, head resting on the pillows, soft and sleepy. The sight made his chest ache with love and adoration for you. His perfect, darling girl.

When he cleaned you, it was soft, gentle, reverent. And once he was satisfied with his work, he guided you back into his arms. “C’mon, can’t forget to use the bathroom. Don’t want you gettin’ any UTIs on me now.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, allowing him to guide you into the bathroom. He had come so far, in regard to aftercare. In the beginning of your time together, he hadn’t been entirely sure what to do, because he’d never experienced it before. There was never aftercare with his pervious sexual partners. There was no reassurance, no gentle physical contact, nothing.

Together, you had learned what you liked best after sex. Snuggling, words of encouragement, cleaning each other up. When Bob had learned how important it was for you to pee after sex, he always made sure you did it, no matter how sleepy you were. He took your health very seriously. You loved that about him.

Minutes later, your bladder was empty, your pajamas were on, and Bob was curled around you in bed, blankets warm over your bodies. The bedroom television was playing in the background. The Lion King, a comfort movie for both of you.

The weight of your body against his made him feel at peace. As the movie played, he found himself enamored with you, resting against him, lashes growing heavy as sleepiness overcame you. He’d been so anxious to bring up his desire to you, so worried it would be too much. And yet, trusted him all the same, perhaps even more so now that you’d experienced the scene together.

He was so glad he’d been honest with you. Although there had been some hiccups along the way, he didn’t regret carrying out this scene with you. In fact, he found himself looking forward to the next one, and hopefully many more.

It felt as if something had shifted between you, in a good way. Crossing this threshold would open up the door to so much more than you ever could have dreamed of. Bob had no idea what the future held, but he did know that, as long as he had you by his side, he could face anything.

“I love you, angel,” he whispered against your forehead, as you drifted off to sleep against him. Safe, warm, and loved beyond measure.

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