Summary: Trapped in a room with John and ghouls trying to bash the door down should probably scare you. But what if it doesnât?
Warnings: (MDNI 18+) Fem!Reader, No Use Of Y/N, Canon-Typical Violence, PinV Smut, Unprotected Smut
A/N: Set in West Virginia, 25 years after The Great War. Sorry itâs late, I circled in the map the locations of Crater, Foundation and the Whitespringâs just for reference.
WC: 3.4k
Fallout Guide
Kinktober Masterlist
Playlist:
âą Take Me Home Country Roads - John Denver/Lana Del Rey
âą Ring Of Fire - Johnny Cash
âą Heâs A Demon - Betty Hutton
âą Itâs A Man - Betty Hutton
You take a deep breath as you slowly open the door in front of you, gun drawn and ready for anything that might jump out at.
No matter how many times you do this there's always a bit of fear that lingers deep in your chest, but to your relief, this time you have someone backing you up; John Walker.
You're surprised you feel that way, after all he is a raider and you, a settler. Your two factions donât really get along, that's why you're here at the Whitespring's, a neutral location, in the first place.
You're from Foundation, a settlement hub in the Savage Divide, a semi dangerous region of Appalachia.
Lately there has been talks of a truce between Foundation and Crater; a raider colony located up in the Toxic Valley, The Responders had offered to act impartial and help find a middle ground so everyone could live as peacefully as they could.
Due to how unpredictable and dangerous the Blood Eagles and Mothman Cultists were, they were not invited. Small steps.
When you met John you tried your best to be kind and welcoming, you were very excited after all, this was your first time to Whitespring's and you were eager to meet and see new things.
John however was the opposite. He was brutish and rude, ignoring you when you introduced yourself, dismissing you every time you tried to start a conversation, he even rolled his eyes when you talked.
You like to think you're a pleasant, tolerant person but John somehow managed to push you a little too far.
You had ended up in a screaming match, thankfully due to The Responder's rules you had to check your weapons at the door, so even when the argument got pretty heated he wasnât able to shoot you.
You did shrink back a little when he instinctively went to grab his gun but was met with nothing but air.
By the second week of your stay things had seemed to calm down, and by that you mean you both were ignoring each other. You started to doubt if you were the best person to be sent here.
But you didnât want to disappoint anyone from Foundation, so even though the raider severely vexed you, you decided to push past it and extend an olive branch.
Eventually, after some coaxing, he started joining you for meals, he didnât say anything at first, just glared. But after a few days the glaring turned into an unreadable staring, then eventually he would start to grunt or give short answers to your questions.
By the third week he spoke a few sentences to you and you were ecstatic. Things were looking up.
---
When John was told he was being sent to the Whitespring's to barter peace he ended up shooting the guy that told him. He tried his hardest to get out of it but, as much as he wanted to deny it, a treaty did make sense.
Opening trade routes and protection meant more for both parties but he hated that he was the one that had to do it.
The reasoning for him being selected was that he had 'diplomatic experience', meaning he used to be a part of the Brotherhood and part of that was trying to reason with others.
But he left the Brotherhood after all the conflict and double standards. He found it was easier to be a raider then a Knight.
So, with reluctance, he packed a bag of essentials and headed down to Whitespring's, not an easy or quick trip but he quite enjoys the solitude and peace of traveling alone.
When he arrives the first thing he is met with is you, and it sets his teeth on edge.
You're everything he, and the raiders, are not. Your happiness is more pure and less cynical, your clothes, hair and personality are all different to what he's been exposed to in the last six years and it's starting to bring up past feelings that he spent years trying to destroy.
He does his best to ignore you, knowing it's the opposite of his purpose here, but he's hoping he can deal with The Responders and The Responders can deal with you.
But unfortunately that doesnât work. And when he's attempts to push you away also donât work, instead of stewing quietly, you confront him.
And damn it all to hell if that didnât have a shocking, not completely unwanted, effect on him.
Seeing your normal calm composure slip as you gradually start to get angrier and angrier spark a fire in him, he was surprised to feel a little guilty at first but the more you yelled, got in his face and started to poke his chest, the more warm he felt.
So to keep this feeling going he yelled back, spitting venom infused insults that made your eyes bulge in shock but only stoked the fire in your stomach.
When he saw a Responder coming over to break up the fight he instinctively reached down for his gun, not wanting to be interrupted, but the way you flinched back made the heat dissipate quickly.
He realised he doesnât actually enjoy seeing you scared.
You ignored each other for a while and to his own frustration he realised he kind of missed your small interactions.
A few days pass when you offer him a seat at your table to eat and he's instantly cautious, but you give him a soft smile that soothed his worries and he fell into the seat across from you.
You try to spark conversation but he's never been good at it so he just stares.
It stops you in your place a few times but eventually you just talk and talk, possibly oversharing, but he finds he doesnât mind.
When he finally asks you a question and has a very brief conversation with you, he almost kicks himself for waiting so long to do so.
Your smile instantly lights up as you eagerly answer his question, and he feels that infuriating heat in his chest return.
---
You were playing cards with a Responder, John drinking a table or so away, when you heard the sound of distant gunfire somewhere on the grounds, not really uncommon as super mutants constantly try to push the boundaries, luckily there's top notch robotic security at the Whitespring's.
But as the sounds started to get closer to the resort a few of you decided it was time to go check what was going on, John was the first to get to his feet and demand his weapons back.
When you make it outside the shooting sounded closer before a Responder pushed passed a Mr Handy doing maintenance and collapsed at your feet, out of breath and bleeding bad.
"Ghouls!" He groaned and clutched his wounded arm. "A whole fuckload."
---
That leads you to now.
Quietly you move through the large banquet hall, staying vigilant as you check each room for strays.
"I should be leading." John huffs from behind.
You roll your eyes as you slowly peak around a door into a small utility closet. "Shh!"
"You 'shh'!" He harshly whispers. "Don't cry to me when you get bit by a feral."
"Can you stop?" You turn back to him when you're sure the room is clear. "Your big bazoo is gonna get us in trouble."
"My 'big bazoo'?" He snorts.
You mumble a short 'shut up' before moving on to the next room, the dining hall, and unfortunately for you there's quite a few stragglers in here.
"I count five." You whisper to John as you press yourselves against the wall out of site.
"There's two on the ground." He nods to the floor. "Could be more around the corner and in the kitchen."
"Maybe we should just burn this building down." You half joke.
"Yeah, m'sure security would love that." He smirks.
You know it's not the best time but the look he briefly gives you makes your cheeks heat up and mind fill with inappropriate thoughts.
Why does he have to look like that?
You're not too proud to admit that over the last few weeks your feelings have started to grow for the rogue man. It also doesnât help that he's hot as fuck.
"Should we risk it?" You ponder out loud as you watch them stumble about.
"Absolutely not." He states without hesitation. "you see that green glow?"
You look to where he's pointing and feel your chest deflate a little, in the smudged and dirty metal counter you can see a glowing shadow, indicating a Glowing One; a highly dangerous and irradiated ghoul.
"Best thing to do is tell security and let the Gutsy's deal with it." He decides.
"Sounds like a plan." You nod and wait for the ferals to stumble a little more into the room before making a move to leave.
Unfortunately you and John are so focused on the dining hall in front of you that you don't see the ghoul charging up from behind until it's too late.
In less then a second John has been tackled to the ground, the ghoul wildly swinging down at his face, in the struggle John's gun slide across the floor but you jump into action immediately.
With practiced ease you fire a single bullet through the rotted skull of the ghoul and it quickly drops to the floor besides John.
You reach out to pull him up but a stumbling behind you catches your attention.
"Watch out!" John yells as you shoot the ghoul closest to you while another one lunges forward.
He quickly crawls over to his dropped gun and discharges a few rounds, taking out several ghouls rushing closer.
What you and John had failed to see, because you can't actually see the full room from the doorway, was that there were a lot more ghouls in the dining hall than previously thought.
"C'mon!" He grabs your arm and drags you behind him as he charges up the stairs. "In here!"
He quickly pushes you inside a small conference room and shuts the door before locking it.
"Help me with this." His voice is gruff and commanding and once again you're having unpure thoughts at the worst time.
You help him move the table in front of the double doors, successfully barricading the only entrance or exit to the room.
You jolt back when you hear violent thuds against the wood, followed by growling and scratching.
"Now what?" You ask breathlessly, falling back into a chair.
"I guess we wait for help to arrive." He shrugs as he sits in a chair opposite yours. "The resorts close by and the door should hold for a while."
The confidence in his voice does wonders to soothe your nerves and you feel yourself relax a little.
"You didnât happen to grab those playing cards, did you?" You joke and try to ignore the sounds of ghouls trying to break in.
"Sorry." He snorts. "Just gonna have to find a different way to entertain yourself."
You let out a playful sigh as you stand back up to have a look around the room, John watching your every movement.
Old fan, typewriter, dirty coffee cups, a vase, papers with faded ink. You touch, straighten and organise it all before finally deciding to go over to the large windows that overlook the golf course.
"It's amazing how they've still managed to maintain this place." You softly speak as you look over the well-manicured grounds, spotting robots in the distance doing yard service.
"They're just doing what they're programmed to do." John shrugs as he comes up to stand beside you.
"Yeah, even after 20 years." You place your hand on the cool glass of the window and stand in silence for a moment.
You donât remember life before the war, you were just an infant, but you often liked to imagine.
"Do you remember what it used to be like?" You turn slightly towards John.
"The Whitespring's?" He scrunches up his forehead in confusion.
"The world." You correct.
"Oh, the world." He quietly says. "Kind of?" He says unsure.
He gets a faraway look in his eyes as he stares out into the distance and you know that he's not going to elaborate.
"Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime." It's said so quietly you almost miss it.
The slight cracking of wood snaps your attention back towards the door, a small pit forming in your stomach.
"I donât think the door is gonna hold for much longer." You swallow nervously.
"It will have to." He says matter-of-factly. "We haven't got enough ammo to take out the hoard, let alone the Glowing One."
"So if The Responders don't hurry up we're gonna get torn apart by ghouls." You sum up. "Great."
"Too bad, I was just startin' to like you." He smirks as he leans back against the wall.
"Aww!" You bump your shoulder against his and try to play it cool, even though your heart rate just started to speed up. "I was growing on you, huh?"
"Yep." He nods slowly, a look of deep thought on his face before it breaks into a small grin. "Like a fungus."
You playfully glare at him and cross your arms over your chest. "âŠWow." You scoff. "Well I guess it's true about raiders and their big egos."
"Not just our egos." He chuckles lowly with a wink.
You bite your lip and turn away a bit, face getting red as your mind starts to conjure thoughts and images.
The banging against the door gets louder and harder, matching your heart almost completely before you come to a decision.
"John... fuck me." You turn to him and speak as boldly as you can manage, ignoring every instinct inside you that has you wanting to shrink away.
"âŠWhat?" He stands from the wall and faces you entirely.
"You heard me." You square your shoulders.
"I want you to say it again." He speaks slowly, stepping towards you.
You take a deep breath and swallow before talking again. "I want you to fuck me, John."
"Good girl." He grins before lunging forward and slotting his lips against yours, groaning into you when you reach up to hold him.
He shoves you back against the wall but places his hand behind your head to cushion the blow before dragging his lips down to your neck and starting to suck.
"Jo-ohn." You moan as he drags his teeth over your pulse point.
"Love hearin' you moan my name, baby." He grins into your neck as he latches on and begins to make a new bruise.
He reaches down and starts to unbutton your pants, harshly pushing them down your legs until they pool at your feet, he then pushes his own down until his leaking cock springs free.
"Fuck." Your eyes roll back into your head as you close your eyes.
You can't see his cock, but you feel as his wet tip drags over you clit.
"Gonna fuck you in this dirty fucking room." His deep voice vibrates against your neck and you bring a hand up to tangle in his messy hair. "Not gonna stop till you cum on my cock."
He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and drags the swollen head through your soaked folds, he lines the tip up with your entrance before using his other hand to rub your slick over his length.
"Fuck, baby." He bites down lightly on your shoulder before pulling back to look at you. "You're so fucking wet, you gettin' off on this?"
You nod mindlessly to his question, his voice sending shock waves straight to your clit.
"Answer me, baby." He practically growls as he thrusts forward, the tip of his cock sliding through your folds and rubbing over your throbbing nub.
"Yes, John." You mewl. "...Can't help it, please?"
"S'okay, sweetie." He chuckles before leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. "I'll give it to ya."
And with that he lunges forward, sheathing his entire length in your tight pussy. You gasp lightly at the slight burn before the sound turns into a long drawn out moan. Your back arches as John's hands come to rest on your hips.
"Baby, fuck." He curses as he rests his forehead against yours. "So fuckin' tight, this your first time?"
You shake your head and let out a small breathless 'no' as your back once again presses against the wall.
"Damn." He grumbles. "M'gonna fuck you now."
It's not a question, itâs a warning.
He pulls back and drives forward, the action pushing almost all the air out of your lungs as you grip his shoulder tightly.
He starts up a quick pace, the room soon fills with various sounds of squelching, moans, and thuds.
You grind your hips forward causing John to let out a small groan at the feeling before his head moves back to your shoulder, his hands on your hips help guide you against his length as he continues to fuck into your wet heat.
The sounds of the door cracking more make your eyes snap open, a small bit of fear striking through you as you watch a part of the door crack and an ominous green glow start to leak through.
What surprises you though is the thrill it sends down your spine.
The fear slowly morphs into something animalistic the more John fucks into you, the growling coming from just outside the door and imminent danger awakening something perverse inside you.
You love the danger.
"More, John!" You whimper as you clenched around him. "Fuck, please."
You let out a surprised gasp as he slides his hand down your hip to the back of your thigh before lifting it and throwing it around his waist.
You both let out simultaneous sounds of pleasure, his hips stuttering in their pace at the new angle before beginning a more deeper rhythm.
Your head drops back against the wall as you let the pleasure build, each thrust of his cock getting you closer and closer to the edge.
"Gonna cum in this pussy." John's groan is hot against your skin, his words making your stomach clench in desire. "Gonna make you mine once and for all."
You breathlessly nod, eyes falling closed as you hold him closer to your body, his cock hitting deeper and deeper inside you each time he bucks his hips, his pubic bone rubbing deliciously against your clit.
You jump in his grasp at the sound of gunfire, your eyes snapping open and landing on the splintered door. You're able to make out a few blurry features through the fresh made cracks in the wood.
You hear some of the ghouls running towards the staircase, towards the gunfire, but a few stay around the entrance to the room, still slamming their fists against the wood.
Your walls tighten around John each time a chunk of wood chips away from the door, revealing the rotten, mangled face of the Glowing ghoul; it's almost through.
"Fuck, John!" You cry out, part panic part arousal, your orgasm almost within reach. "They're getting through."
You feel John's chuckle more then you hear it. "Better cum soon then, baby." The throbbing of his cock inside you indicating that he's just as turned on by the danger as you.
You dig your heel into his ass and match the pace of his hips with your own, heart beating wildly in your chest as his cock batters your insides.
You can hear some of the Responders shouting and shooting, getting closer and closer to the Glowing ghoul, to you.
With one last thrust you dig your nails into John's shoulder as pleasure and electricity spike through your spine, moans and whines spilling from your lips, mixing in with the growls of the ghouls.
You clench around John's length, the tightness of your walls and you gushing around him has him stilling inside you. With a low grunt he spills inside you, warm ropes of cum painting your walls.
He pants your name followed by a string of curses as he grinds his cock a few more times, making sure to fill you entirely with his cum.
He pulls his softening cock from your puffy hole just as the door begins to give way, the table in front starting to slide across the floor.
"Here we go." He mumbles, leaning down and giving you a brief kiss before reaching for his gun.
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Summary: Bob saves you from a raider and becomes instantly smitten
Warnings (MDNI 18+) Fem!Reader, No Use Of Y/N, CNC, Somnophilia, Minor Character Death (raider)
A/N: Set in The Commonwealth, Boston. 210 years after The Great War. This was fun.
WC: 5k
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Playlist
âą Dream Lover - Bobby Darin
âą Thatâs Life - Frank Sinatra
âą Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall - Ella Fitzgerald, The Ink Spots
âą Side By Side - Kay Starr
Bob lets out a harsh sigh as he leans back in the old rickety chair and throws another stone into the water of the small pond.
Life is more of the same for him, wake up, travel around, get shot at, eat, sleep, repeat.
And it has been that way for the last 50 or so years, thanks to one stupid mistake he made.
If only he could go back in time, he would have grabbed a gun and ended it all. Too late for that now.
Before Bob can get too lost in his usual melancholy thoughts the sound of someone in distress catches his attention, but instead of snapping into action like he once would have, he instead takes a large swig from the bottle of 200 year old Gwinnett Stout, it's stale and does nothing for him but what else is there to do?
The sounds of gunshots followed by a high pitched scream start to get closer to his little place of paradise causing his irritation to grow.
Can't they go somewhere else?
But just as he decides to head back into the small dilapidated shack, a panicked feminine voice cuts through the trees crying for help.
He lets out a small sigh as he grabs his gun from the small table beside his chair and start to quickly make his way towards the loud voices.
There he sees a man covered in leather armor, a raider, backing someone into a tree.
Your voice calls out for help again but it's cut short as the raider slaps you across the cheek, the violent action driving Bob forward.
Instead of drawing the attention of the raider he just aims his gun and fires once, a loud bang echoing off the trees followed by a thud as the raiders body falls to the ground.
When his eyes meet yours he swears he feels his heart beat for the first time in years.
Your face is covered in blood, your lip is cut and your eyes are watering but he's never seen someone look so beautiful.
"You're okay now." His voice is deep and gruff from unuse, he gently clears it as he holsters his gun and raises his hands in front of him to show he's not a threat.
"He just came f-from out of nowhere." You mumble, squeezing your hands together in a nervous tick.
"Where'd you come from?" He slowly steps towards you but stills momentarily when he sees you startle at his movements.
"A small settlement." You swallow thickly as you wipe your face. "About a thirty minute walk East."
You normally donât venture far from your farm but the traders hadn't been by in a while and you were in need of some foraged ingredients for some medicine.
"Need someone to walk you home?" He tries his best to offer a disarming smile but it's been a while since he's been around people.
"O-oh you donât have to do that." You rush out, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
"It's no trouble." He reassures. "I have nothing to do anyway." He shrugs.
You know you should decline and quickly leave but there's something about this mysterious man that puts you at ease.
"Okay." You finally nod.
"I'm Bob, by the way." He chuckles as he gestures to himself.
You offer your name in a quiet voice before leaning down and grabbing your basket that tumbled to the ground in the fight.
"Do you not know how to shoot?" He gestures to the gun that's still tucked into your holster.
"Oh!" You blush embarrassed. "I do, I just donât like violence." You admit, shyly.
"It's kinda necessary if you're gonna wonder out this far." His voice is not unkind as he walks with you out of the trees towards an old road.
"I usually donât go this far." You shrug.
"What changed?" He knows he's being nosy but he can't help it, he decides he really likes your voice.
"I needed some ingredients to make medicine." You swing the basket lightly. "One of my best brahmin is sick and I can't afford to lose her."
"Pretty noble risking your life for a cow." He smiles down at you.
"She's a good cow." You shyly return his smile.
Easy conversation flows between you both, and Bob is surprised by how quickly he's grown attached to you in such a short time.
He knows he's been alone for a long time but he didnât think he was this desperate for human contact.
"Well, this is me." You gesture to the small farm house, an old barn and a few animals sprinkled about.
"It's cozy." He admits. "You live out here all by yourself?"
"The settlement is just around that hill." You point to the left. "Maybe a ten minute walk at most."
"Still⊠It could be dangerous." He hints to what happened earlier.
"The settlement is protected by The Minutemen." You smile as you walk up the steps onto the rickety old porch attached to your house. "We haven't had anyone attack us in about a year."
Bob lingers around the bottom of the steps, an unreadable expression on his face as he's reluctant to leave.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" You sweetly offer, he did just save your life so you feel you owe him something. "If not I h-have a few caps I can spare for your help?" You feel yourself starting to get a little nervous the more he stares.
"Dinner sounds nice." He finally smiles, the action radiating warmth and ease.
Bob can't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal, since escaping the bunker he doesnât need to eat as much as he used to so he normally gets by on canned beans and stale sweet cakes.
"It's nothing fancy." You admit with a small blush, you grow your own crops and trade for meat with the other settlers but cooking was never you forte.
"If it's bad I promise I won't tell." Bob gives a cheeky smile that makes you instantly relax.
"C'mon then." You nod to your front door, an invitation, as you walk ahead.
Bob takes in the little farm house with deep interest, taking in every little knick knack and trinket that decorate your space, noting all the things that need fixing and mentally storing that away for later so he can offer his services.
"Do you need any help?" He kindly offers as he lingers around the open kitchen.
You look up to him and smile as you finish washing the vegetables. "That's okay, you're welcome to have a look around."
He doesnât offer a verbal reply, just a small nod and smile as he turns on his heals and continues exploring the space. He eventually follows a hallway that leads outside and checks out the back of your farm.
He's hit with the pleasant smell of the flowers that decorate the rim of the house, he's so used to rot and decay that he'd all but forgotten what flowers smell like.
Chickens and brahmin are grazing freely, kept within the boundaries by a fence that's well overdue for maintenance. Another thing he tucks away for later, plans already formulating in his head on how he's gonna worm his way into your life.
For your protection, of course.
When he finally returns to the kitchen you're almost finished dinner, steak and vegetables, when the aroma fills his senses his stomach makes a loud groan that draws your attention.
"Hungry?" You chuckle.
"Starving." He admits, sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Donât be." You smile gently. "That's the best complement I've ever gotten from my cooking."
Bob snaps into immediate action when sees you grab the plates and cutlery, rushing to your side and taking the stack from your hands.
"Let me." He offers.
"Oh! Thank you." You try to hide your smile but nothing escapes Bob's gaze, at least not when it comes to you.
Ten minutes later you're sitting down for dinner, plates and cups full, a few candles on the table for light as the sun has already almost set, and music coming from the small radio in the living room.
"Thank you for making me dinner." Bob's voice is deep but quiet.
"Thank you for saving my life." You smile as you hand him the salt shaker. "Not a lot of people would have done that."
Bob decides to avoid telling you that he planned on ignoring the call for help originally, he doesnât want to disappoint you.
"I'll do it any time you need." He says with no hesitation making you blush. "Do you live out here alone?"
You nod around a mouth of food, swallowing quickly so you can answer. "Up until recently. Used to be a few of us but numbers have thinned in the last few years."
There's a solemn look on your face and much to Bob's shock he kind of likes it cause he knows he'll be able to cheer you up and be your hero again.
"Did they all�" He leaves the question open for interpretation and you're quick to answer.
"Oh no!" You smile softly. "Some⊠yes⊠but some moved to different settlements or went to Diamond City."
"You didnât want to move too?" He asks before shoveling a large portion of food into his mouth, enjoying the grin on your face at his actions.
"No." You admit. "I like the serenity of the farm life."
"It is nice." He says softly before wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
"So what's your story?" You innocently ask, not knowing the can of worms that question poses.
Instead of telling you the truth, something he's sure will horrify you, he decides to lie a little on the details.
"I'm a traveler of sorts." He avoids eye contact. "I like to see new things."
"That's so fascinating!" Your voice rises in pitch with excitement.
Life can get a little monotonous on the farm and you love hearing stories of peoples adventures.
A few years ago you heard the story of a Vault Dweller from Vault 111 rebuilding the Minutemen and looking for her lost son.
"It's not really." He shrugs a little as his face heats up.
"Where have you been?" You ignore his last comment, your food lay forgotten as you sit and wait.
"Uh, well." He takes a small breath. "I've been to Washington, I started in L.A initially⊠I checked out The Strip in New Vegas⊠Far Harbor is nice place if you're into fog and large crustaceans."
Bob finally looks up to you and is caught off guard by how enthralled you are with his story, your wide excited eyes, gaped mouth and flush cheeks have him feeling things he hasnât felt in decades.
"Maybe one time I'll tell you about my run in with The Enclave." His smile is hesitant, the topic still a sore spot all these years later, but looking at you makes him want to share his entire life.
"The Enclave?" You gasp. "I'd love to hear it!" As the words leave your mouth you see the dark look that cloud over his eyes and backtrack a little. "If ever you'd like to share, of course."
You smile brightly when you see his shoulders relax.
The next few minutes is filled will a pleasant silence as you finish your dinner, Bob only speaking when he helps you clear the table.
"I saw some things that could do with some mending." He slyly says as he places the cups in the wooden tub in the sink.
"A lot of things could do with some mending." You chuckle as you scrape the left over scraps into a metal bucket to take out to the brahmin later.
"Well, I wasnât gonna say." He rubs the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. "But I'm pretty good with my hands and have all the time in the world."
You turn to him now with a small thoughtful look. "You donât have to do that, Bob." You reassure. "You have already done more than enough."
"I donât mind." He rushes out. "What kind of man would I be if I left a pretty young lady alone on farm that needs fixing?"
"You'd be like every other man in the Commonwealth." You joke.
"Seriously." He bumps his shoulder with yours. "I'd love to help⊠It's been so long since I felt useful."
You take a second to think it over, biting your bottom lip as you contemplate. You just met Bob this afternoon and even though he hasnât tried to do anything he still technically is a stranger.
But he did save your life and so far you've only gotten green flags from the guy.
You decide to go with your gut instinct.
"I can't really pay you." You admit a little shamefully. "I only really have enough caps to keep the farm going as is."
"I donât need caps." He smiles as eagerness fills his chest. "I'll work for a warm meal and a roof over my head."
That takes you aback, not realising that he'd probably be staying here, but it does make sense⊠and you have been awfully lonely lately and it would be nice to have company other than the livestock.
"Sounds good." You nod and chuckle softly when you see the grin sweep across Bob's face.
"I'll start tomorrow?" He asks.
"If you'd like." You agree as you grab the bucket. "I'm just gonna go lock the animals up and feed them."
"Can I help?" He quickly follows you out the door as you nod.
You're thrilled to realise Bob is a quick learner, listening intently to every word you say as you explain what you do around the farm, you donât expect him to help out with the animals but he insisted on learning everything.
As you do your nightly chores before bed, Bob makes a list of all the things he's gonna do, listening to your opinions and suggestions as you show him where he'll be staying.
"It's not much." You show him to the small guest room, a glorified closet.
There's a bed, a side table, a lantern and a chair. Not really room for much else. When everyone left you used their rooms for storage but kept one just in case.
"It's perfect." He smiles, very excited to sleep in a bed that has sheets and blanket, not to mention a comfy looking pillow. "It's the best I've had in years." He answers truthfully.
You can't help but feel a little sad at that admission but his happy mood is infectious as he sits on the bed and bounces with a small giggle.
"Thank you." You're taken back by how much sincerity is in just two words.
"You're more than welcome, Bob." You smile softly. "Besides I think I'm getting the better deal."
You share a few words before bidding him a goodnight and heading upstairs to your bedroom.
You room is a little larger, you have a bigger bed, a wardrobe and dresser, side tables and an electric powered lamp.
You use lanterns and candles mostly, you have a generator but prefer to only use it when necessary.
As you settle in for the night you try to stay as quiet as you can to see if you can hear Bob, you know that's impossible but you can't deny there's a small, desperate, part of you that reaches out for him.
What you donât know is that Bob is snuggled in his bed doing the same thing, except thanks to the Enclave experiments he can hear you perfectly.
You donât know when you fell asleep but you're aware of when you wake up.
You sit upright, a scream lodged in your throat as you start to hyperventilate, sweat and tears pouring down your face as the images from your dream continue to torment your waking thoughts.
When your bedroom door bursts open you let out a small sound of shock, momentarily forgetting about your house guest, but as Bob rushes to sit on your bed you can't help but feel relieved.
"What happened?" There alarm in his voice as his wide eyes take in the surroundings of your bedroom, looking for threats.
Even though he knows there aren't any.
"Just⊠Just as b-bad dream." You choke around tears as he scoots closer and places a hand on your shoulder.
"It's okay." He reassures as he rubs circles on your neck with his thumb. "You're safe now."
He waits for the tears to stop and for your breathing to even out before talking again.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He offers gently.
"It was awful." Your voice is almost a whisper as you look at your hands that are tangled in your lap. "I-It was the raider⊠but you didnâtâŠ" Your nose twitches as fresh tears burn the corner of your eyes. "You didnât save me and he⊠heâŠ"
"Shh shh shh." He hushes as he gets closer to you until you're inches apart. "It was just a nightmare, okay?"
You sniffle and nod at his soft words, relishing in the way they have a soothing effect on you.
"I did come, yeah?" He leans his face down until you're looking at him. "I did save you⊠You're safe with me. I promise."
You bite your lip and nod again, enjoying the warmth from his body as it washes over your damp skin.
"You gonna be okay?" He asks as he strokes his thumb over your shoulder.
"I⊠I think so?" You answer, unsure.
"I can stay until you fall back asleep?" He offers, voice still soft.
Thank god it's dark so you donât see the want and desire in his eyes.
"Are you sure?" You hesitantly ask, if fear wasnât still coursing through your veins you'd decline the offer but having him here makes you feel safe.
"I wouldnât have offered if I didnât want to." He smiles before standing, silently groaning when you make a small noise of disapproval when he lets go. "Shh, it's okay. I'm just getting a chair."
"You canâŠ" You shut your mouth instantly before finishing your sentence, but Bob isn't going to let that go so easy.
"I can what, honey?" He patiently waits for you to talk, but the pet name took you by surprise and clouds your rational thought.
"I⊠UhâŠ" You mumble. "Never mind."
"No, come on." He encourages, gently. "If it will make you feel better, I donât mind doing whatever."
"WellâŠ" You take a deep breath before rushing out the next sentence. "You can sleep next to me if you like?"
He has to bite his cheek from grinning, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or ruin his rouse.
"If that would make you comfortable." He nods with a small smile.
"It would." You slowly scoot back down into your previous lying position and wait.
He walks around the side of the bed and slips in next to you, inwardly groaning at how much softer your bed is.
"Is this okay?" He asks as he moves a little closer to you, but makes sure to leave some distance.
"Uh huh." You nod against your pillow. "Thank you, Bob."
"You donât have to thank me." He whispers. "I'll always be here to help."
It only takes a few minutes for you to fall back into a peaceful slumber, he listens to your breathing even out before moving slightly closer and encouraging you to cuddle into him, he's a tad surprised by how little coaching you need.
He falls asleep soon after with a smile on his face, a little guilt swirling inside about his trick but not enough to really affect him. For once he's not mad about the strange powers caused by the serum The Enclave gave him.
He knows it was cruel making you relive the fresh memory, and he knows he crossed a line adding in the⊠extras⊠but the sounds of your whimpers and the way you looked at him made him feel powerful. A strong sense of golden pride and warmth filling his chest as you all but clung to him.
Soon he won't need to use his powers to show you how much you need him.
---
The next day goes by surprisingly quick, when you wake you're instantly apologising if you caused him to be uncomfortable but he just reassures you that he didnât mind.
You eat a small breakfast before going out to the barn, Bob helping you with your morning chores before he gets started on fixing the holes in the wall of the house.
You spend most of mid morning at the chemistry bench working on medicine for your brahmin, at least you were able to get the foragables you needed yesterday.
Plus Bob. That thought brings a small smile to your face.
By the time afternoon rolls around you're both covered in sweat from all the work, you give him a bottle of Nuka Cola and sit out on the old raggedy couch you have on the porch.
You're quite pleased with how easy you and Bob have managed to fall into a comfortable space, no awkward silences or small talk.
After dinner you get a little nervous about going to sleep, the nightmare from the previous night still plaguing your thoughts. You half contemplate asking Bob to sit in while you fall asleep but you donât want to come off as too clingy.
So you bid your goodnights and go off to your separate sleeping quarters and within ten minutes you're already falling into a much needed slumber.
Bob waits at least half an hour before creeping up the rickety stairs, cringing slightly when the wood bends and creaks under his feet, tomorrow he's gonna fix the stairs, when he makes it to your door he stands there listening for a few moments to make sure you're in a deep enough sleep that he won't disturb you.
He creeps on the tips of his toes over to the chair by your bed, quietly pulling it closer to your sleeping form until he's mere inches away, then with practiced ease he closes his eyes and starts to focus.
He found long ago that he could almost completely control a person's subconscious, being able to make them relive past memories; good and bad, and with a bit of practice he realised he could transfer his own images and thoughts along as well, not to mention the emotions and even physical feelings that go along with it.
He mainly used this power when he was in danger or surrounded by unpleasant people, but with you he wants to try something different⊠something new.
As he focuses more he can start to feel your thoughts, a small pressure in his mind, seconds later images start to flash behind his eyes; your memories, but as much as he very much wants to look through them he's a man on a mission.
He cleans the slate until there's just inky blackness, a blank canvas for him to work with, then before you can get restless his conjures a scene in your shared consciousness.
You're in the barn refilling the brahmins water, Bob is fixing the latch on the gate, it's a warm day so you're wearing shorts and a tank, him; jeans and a white shirt.
Bobby Darin's 'Dream Lover' is playing on the radio as a cool breeze blows through the barn, a small reprieve from the heat.
Something Bob does catches your eye and you find yourself watching him work, watching the veins in his arms bulge a little as he tightens a screw, as if he can feel your gaze he turns to you with a smile.
There's something in his smile, hunger, and you find yourself biting your lip before shyly turning away, but you can still feel his eyes on you so you decide to do something risky, something you normally might not do.
You dip your hands in the fresh, cool water of the bucket in front of you before cupping and bringing it to the back of your neck to cool down, a soft hum falling from your lips at the refreshing feeling.
Bob's no longer even pretending to work, his full attention on you as he watches with dark pupils.
You trace your wet fingers from the back of your neck, across your bare shoulder to the low cut of your top, letting a few droplets fall from your fingertips down between your breasts.
Bob brings his hand down to press against his growing bulge as he watches the droplets descend into your cleavage, he sits and stares in a trance even after the drop has disappeared but suddenly he snaps into action and stands up.
In two long strides he's hopping over the small fence into the brahmin pen with you, his quick movements and hunger in his eyes make you back up against the wall but he doesnât stop coming until he's caged you in.
He mumbles a small "tease" against your lips before slotting them together, his hands finding a place on your hips as yours slide against his chest.
When you moan into his mouth he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in, pushing against yours as he slots his thigh between your open legs and pulls you down to grind on the taut muscle.
It's fast and a little rough, barely any words are exchanged, just looks, heavy looks filled with desire and want as heat fills your chest and your clit starts to throb.
Bob helps you to grind against him, drinking down each moan and whimper like it's the cleanest water in the Commonwealth and he's dying of thirst.
You feel your orgasm fast approaching so you move your hands to Bob's shoulders, holding on for dear life as he controls your lower half but just as you're about to cum he stops and turns you around until you're bent half over the fence.
He kicks your feet apart and pulls your shorts and underwear down in one swift movement, you gasp at the action but immediately moan when you hear him spit on his cock, slick rubbing sounds filling your ears seconds later causing your own juices to dribble down your thighs.
With surprising ease, Bob lines up with your entrance and thrusts inside, his hands coming to grip your hips tightly as he bottoms out.
There's not waiting as he pulls almost all the way out and fucks back in, each thrust pushing you harder into the fence.
The barn is filled with moaning and panting, creaking wood and wet sounds as Bob pounds into your soaked pussy. You swear you've never been this turned on before.
You cry out Bob's name in a mantra as he fucks your hole, his grunts mixing with yours as he pushes you both towards the end.
You're fighting for breath as you grip the railing underneath you, your clit is throbbing and you're sure for the first time you're going to be able to cum without touching it.
Bob clenches his eyes shut as he gets lost in his own projected thoughts, his hand is buried in his briefs as he fucks his fist with quick movements.
Once he's sure he's able to control the dream completely he opens his eyes and bites back a groan.
You're lying in bed, sweat covering your forehead as your chest heaves against the thin material of the blanket. He leans forward and pulls the material down until it pools just under your thighs.
He squeezes the base of his cock, not wanting to cum too soon, as he takes in your form. Your hands are tangled in the sheets, your hips are slowly gyrating against the mattress, thighs clenching together as small moans slip from your parted lips.
Bob leans forward, and with a little difficulty, manages to pry your thighs apart using one hand, then when he's sure you're not going to wake he places his hand over your clothed pussy, almost cumming in his pants when he feels how soaked you are followed by the deep groan you let out.
Without any coaching you begin to grind upwards against Bob's hand, your moans coming out breathier as you teeter on the edge.
Bob starts stroking his cock in tandem with your hips, groaning when you squeeze your thighs around his hand. You've almost cum in the dream and you're close to finishing now, all you need is a little more.
Bob moves his fingers around until he manages to slip past your sleep shorts, eyes rolling back when he feels you're not wearing underwear, it's like you want to be fucked in your sleep, his fingers easily slip into your hole, your pussy drenched in slick that practically coats his whole hand.
As two fingers thrust in to the knuckle you slightly arch your back off the bed, a high pitched whine falling from your lips as you clench around the pleasant intrusion.
He fucks his fist faster and starts to scissor his digits inside you, his palm hitting your clit with each thrust.
With one last echoing moan you cry out his name and squeeze his fingers so hard he thinks they'll break, you starts to spasm against the bed as slick gushes around his hand, drenching him, you and the bed. You continue to grind against him, using his hand to come down.
Meanwhile, Bob is suffering from his own afterglow, the sounds you made, the image of you cumming and the fact you called his name when you finished, sent him over the edge seconds after you.
He continues to fuck his softening, overstimulated cock, enjoying the slight burn as he hunches forward a little, breathy groans falling past his lips as he reluctantly pulls his fingers from your fucked out hole, cherishing the small whine of protest you make in your sleep.
Bob is so exhausted, the amount of energy it took for him to keep you asleep through your orgasm is something he hasnât used in years.
He barely has time to properly suck your slick from his fingers and readjust the blanket before he's falling into bed next to you and passing out.
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Summary: With The Great War quickly approaching, you and Calvin have been tasked with creating something essential for everyday use in the Vaults in exchange for admission. Can you make it in time?
Warnings (MDNI 18+) Fem!Reader, No Use Of Y/N, Unprotected Sex, Free Use, Semi-Public, Porn With Feelings, Character Deaths
A/N: Time to start off with a big one.
WC: 10.2k
Kinktober Masterlist
Playlist:
âą Only You - The Platters
âą We Will All Go Together When We Go - Tom Lehrer
âą Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) - Doris Day
âą Love Me As Though There Is No Tomorrow - Nat King Cole
âą Baby, Iâm Yours - Barbara Lewis
âą The End Of The World - Skeeter Davis
âą Weâll Meet Again - Vera Lynn
âą I Donât Want To See Tomorrow - Nat King Cole
You hadn't been working for Vault-Tec for very long; six months at the most, and to be honest you never actually thought you would be.
But they had sought you out on a paper you had written years ago on the theory of a Water Purification Control Chip. The idea is for it to regulate the filtration systems inside a water purifier and monitor the output for signs of contamination.
Simple, right?
It was originally just a theory but with total atomic annihilation on the horizon, Vault-Tec were willing to offer whatever you needed to make your theory a reality.
You originally were going to decline but they offered you a place in a Vault if and when the time comes, not to mention the pay wasnât too bad.
You remember the day you had entered the lab in the lower levels of the Los Angeles Vault; a replica Vault to showcase to investors but had a very real working laboratory below.
You had rushed through the door; late and out of breath, already annoyed with how many security checkpoints you had to maneuver through. You know it's a highly classified lab but still, and thatâs when you came face to face with your new lab partner: Calvin Evans.
Days before you started work you did a little background research on your new partner, always needing to know what you're getting yourself into, and you were met with some conflicting information.
According to previous coworkers he wasnât a very pleasant person to work with, he didnât talk much, held grudges and prefers to stick to himself.
As soon as you entered the room you were met with a small glare as he condescendingly looked towards the clock, but the most infuriating thing was when he believed you to be his lab assistant.
His.
He was quite shocked when you, probably a little too snappily, informed him that you were in fact partners working on your research.
You did have to admit, albeit begrudgingly, that even though you came up with the theory and done some of the research, Calvin had spent months dedicated to making it a reality so in a way it was just as much his and it was yours.
For the next few weeks your situation was rocky, turns out that you could stubbornly hold a grudge too.
Both of you were unwilling to back down and apologise, you shared notes and findings and could speak at lengths about the work but it felt hollow after a while.
Eventually though things started to mellow out, instead of apologizing you both just kind of moved on.
You would try to introduce some small talk into the mornings, "How was your evening?", "Did you do anything fun after work?".
This was often met with short replies, not rude but straight to the point. It miffed you at first but after working with him for almost a month you had started to realise that was just how he was. He sometimes tried to reciprocate with the small talk but it was a tad awkward.
He spoke most when he was talking about the research or a topic he truly enjoyed. You had found out in small increments that he dislikes the rain and likes to row, he enjoys staying active and hates Harvard.
Also, you found out, after one morning when you had brought in a particularly pungent breakfast burrito and he threw up on your shoes that he had a very sensitive nose.
That brings you to now.
Now that you understand Calvin more you actually work really good together. You mesh well, have insightful conversations and share some interests.
He's also learnt to suffer in silence when it came to your little irritations, for instance when you'd get stuck you'd sit in your office chair and slowly spin round and around until you had figured it out, sometimes you'd sit there for hours.
It used to drive Cal nuts and he'd be very vocal about it, but recently he just rolls his eyes and faces away from the movement so it doesnât distract him.
Unfortunately today he's in one of his moods so you've decided to just steer clear and work on your side of the room but when your marker makes a particular irritating squeak on the whiteboard he ends up slamming his hands down on his bench, hard.
"Could you be any louder?" He glares in your direction.
"You and I both know that I could be." You silently sigh and put the cap back on the marker. "What's got your goat?"
"You." He snaps without hesitation. Not too long ago that would have sent you into your own tantrum.
"Still having issues with the power supply?" You ignore his last comment knowing it, surprisingly, wasnât you this time.
"How are we supposed to power this thing underground and for so long?" His voice is laced with anger as he sits back on his stool.
"The higher ups donât seem to think we'd be in the Vaults for too long, a couple of years, top." You shrug, as if years isn't long.
"If you believe that you might as well hand in your PHD and hope for a refund." He snarks.
"Wow." You scoff with slight amusement. "You're in fine form today."
He turns to you and you watch as the crease in his brow starts to soften before he's letting out a small defeated sigh.
"âŠI'm sorry, okay?" It's quiet but genuine. "Vault-Tec just keep adding pressure and with how bad the war looks on the newsâŠ" He trails off.
You know how he feels, it's definitely getting worse instead of better and you swear Vault-Tec just don't seem as worried as everyone else. That's capitalism you guess.
"Is there anything I can do?" You offer, with a small genuine smile.
He just shrugs before staring at the file filled with formulas and equations in front of him, hoping and praying a solution with miraculously jump out and bite him.
"How'd your date go last night?" You ask, trying to distract him but this seems to only make his mood worse as his face contorts in annoyance. "That good, huh?"
"Turns out she was only after one thing." He grumbles.
"Wait, I thought men were also after one thing." You ask as you jump up on your work bench. "I know the guy I went out with on Friday was." You mumble that last part but notice Calvin turn towards you.
"No not that." He rolls his eyes. "I wouldnât have really minded that, lord knows it's been a whileâŠ" He says that last part a little too quietly but your ears perk up.
It's no secret, at least to you or your elderly neighbour, that you have a slight crush on Calvin. Often times you think he could feel the same but when it comes to intimate stuff like that you're just not sure.
"âŠShe heard a rumor that I'm secretly rich." He continues speaking. "Damn near ordered half the restaurant."
"âŠWhat'd she get?" Curiosity getting the better of you.
"Really?" He huffs a laugh. "Is food all you think about?"
"Not always." You bite your lip with a small hidden smile and look down at your dangling feet.
Calvin clears his throat and picks up the file from the bench before throwing it back down, needing to distract himself for a different reason.
"You seem to have troubles focusing." You observe out loud and he gives you a look. "That's not like you."
"Yes, I'm aware." He groans, rubbing his hands down his face in irritation. "I just have a lot of things on my mind."
"The world ending?" You half joke.
"I wish." He mumbles. "It'sâŠit's nothing." He deflects.
"Well if you change your mind and want help with something just let me know." You jump of the bench and go back to your whiteboard, completely missing the way Calvin's eyes trail after you.
The room goes back to near silent as you start to look through your equations, fulling believing that the conversation had ended but Calvin's voice makes you jump slightly when he asks a new question.
"What help are you offering?" He looks down at his bench with a pensive look.
You startle and look back to him as he seems to be avoiding your gaze.
"Anything." You shrug. "I donât like seeing you suffer like this, you're a brilliant scientist and a great guy so if I can help you get out of this brain fog I will."
Your offer's meant as innocent but even with how blind you are to intimacy, especially with Calvin, even you pick up on the subtle way he swallows before clearing his throat.
When he looks at you finally you have to stop from gasping out loud, his eyes are dark and filled with a look you've never seen on him, but wouldnât mind seeing more of. The room suddenly goes tense as he talks again.
"What sort of limits are you offering with your help?" His breath comes out a little heavier as he tries to set boundaries without actually putting words to what he's requesting.
"None." You answer quickly and honestly, your voice a little quieter as nerves and excitement fill your body. Is this really happening?
"That's dangerous." He starts to clench and unclench his hands by his side. "What if I ask something of you that you donât like?"
"We could have a safeword." You swallow thickly. "Kind of like when we're forced to go to work mixers and talk to people."
"...Pick one." His voice is slightly strained as his eyes dip quickly down to your lips before flicking back up.
You think good and hard for a while before settling on one. "âŠMango."
"Mango it is." He nods once before turning back to his desk and picking up his pen.
For the next few minutes you just stare at him, mouth slightly parted as you wait for something⊠anything⊠but he doesnât do anything he just goes back to work.
He turns to you after a while, after the tension has lowered in the room and gives you a questioning look. "What?"
"What 'what'?" You ask stunned and he just looks at you confused. "Wasnât⊠Aren't you gonnaâŠ?" You gesture around as you try to articulate a sentence.
"Are you just going to waste more time?" He asks, exasperated. "We're on a deadline here."
You look at him with a murderous glare, feeling a little embarrassed as your left eye starts to twitch in irritation, the small smirk on his face as he turns back to his work only adds to your, now, sour mood but you can't lie and say it doesnât also make you clench your legs a little.
---
For the rest of the day the only time Calvin gives you any attention is when he's asking you to pass him something or to check over his notes and by the time you're both putting your coats on to leave you've almost convinced yourself the conversation you had early was a hallucination you had caused by being sex deprived.
"I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early." Calvin gives you a polite smile as he goes his separate way, he lives fairly close to the labs so he usually walks to and from work.
You watch as he rounds a corner and only then do you head back to your car, exhausted and confused by the day's events. You need a drink.
There's a small little bar walking distance from your apartment, you live in walking distance of the labs too but being a woman you prefer not to chance it when it's close to dark.
But you donât mind walking to the pub, you donât intend on getting drunk; seeing as you have work in the morning, you just need something to take the edge off.
When you entered the small bar you're surprised with how vacant it is, though you suppose it is only 6pm and it is a work night.
You sit at the bar and order a fruity cocktail before pulling out a small paperback novel, perhaps a small brewery isn't the best place to read but the other option is to sit and stare at the wall while you drink and that seems a little too sad even for you.
The book was recommended by Calvin, one of your shared interests is reading and he always has some good recommendations for books, but he can also be snobby, like the time he rolled his eyes at you when you told him your latest read was the novelization of the 'Aliens' movie.
You smile lightly as you remember the conversation.
"You could just watch the movie." He looked at you like you were a little crazy.
"I have." You shrugged with a smile, enjoying how riled up he gets over certain things.
"Then why read it?" He seemed unable to process it.
"Why not read it?" Your answers only working to spur him on.
"Cause you've already seen it?" He huffed.
"You've read that book a dozen times." You deflected pointing to his worn out copy of Great Expectations.
"That's different." He argued.
"The only difference is my book has aliens and yours doesnât." You turned suddenly to hide your grin as he spun to you with a shocked glare, loving how his voice gets a little higher in his anger.
"⊠You know what?" He took a deep breath. "I'm not doing this with you, I can't for my own sanity."
"So I won?" You gloated.
"There's⊠No you didnât win." He scoffed. "There's no winner in this conversation, believe me."
"I won." You mumbled with a smile, seconds later he let out a sigh and bumped his shoulder with yours.
You're pulled from your memory as a glass of alcohol is sat in front of you, you take a small sip before opening the book to your last spot.
You have to admit you didnât mind 'Great Expectations' not that you'll tell Calvin that, he had basically forced the book into your hands when you declared you were finished with your last novel.
You're a chapter or so down and on to your second drink when a man saddles up beside you and takes the vacant seat to your left, you pay him no mind as you continue to read.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing reading in a place like this?" The unpleasant gruffness of his voice makes the hairs on your neck stand on edge.
You mentally sigh as you look to the man, the urge to cringe taking over as you take in his disheveled appearance.
"Just enjoying my privacy." You force a smile onto your face and turn back to your book, hoping he gets the hint.
No such luck.
"This ain't no library." He chuckles.
"Uh-huh." You nod, not looking at the man.
"What, you donât want to talk to me?" You notice as he puffs out his chest a little.
"Not really." You admit. "Just want to read in peace."
"Aww, you're gonna make me sad." He pops out his bottom lip in a mock pout and you swear you just threw up in your mouth a little.
Before you can answer an arm wraps around your shoulder and your senses are filled with a very familiar smell.
"She doesnât want to be bothered." Calvin's voice is deep, and there's an edge you're not used to hearing but would like to.
"Then why are you here?" The man counters.
"He's not a bother." You answer before Calvin can. "Come on, I'm done now."
You stand and grab Calvin's wrist and the book before heading for the door, deciding to ignore the man calling you a 'whore' under his breath.
Your grip tightens on Calvin as he tries to pull away and go back but you quickly lead him outside.
"What was that?" He asks, irritation filling his voice. Something you're used to. "Why are you at a bar?"
"Drinking and reading." You answer simply. "Why are you here?"
"I was going for a run and just happened to see you, and you couldnât do that at home?" He gives you a look and gestures to the book, you just roll your eyes and start walking towards your apartment, not checking to see if he's following but knowing he is.
"I could have." You answer. "But I didnât have the ingredients or the patience to mix myself a cocktail."
"Did you have to have a cocktail?" He falls into step with you, still slight irritation to his tone.
"Yes." You nod to yourself. "Yes I did."
The air is thick between you as you fall into silence, for once Calvin is the first to speak to break it.
"How are you enjoying the book?" There's a hint of happiness in his tone as he asks.
"Eh." You shrug, never passing up an opportunity to rile. "It's no 'Aliens'."
"There's really no hope for you, is there?" He scoffs with a small smile.
"I'm sorry I'm not a book snob." You sass and he looks at you offended.
"I'm not a book snob." He defends. "I just have good taste."
You blow air out your nose as you snort at his response. "Tell that to your date."
"Shut up." He rolls his eyes but chuckles lightly. "I'm allowed one mistake."
You fall into pleasant banter addled conversation as he walks you home, lingering slightly around the door of your apartment as neither one of you wants the night to end. Just as you go to ask him in he says his goodbyes and quickly turns to leave.
You spend a lot of the night tossing and turning with Calvin on your mind.
---
The next few days are so busy at work that you forget almost entirely about the events of last week.
The Vault-Tec Headquarters are on your ass about finishing the project and to your credit you're almost done, just a few little snags. You had to let them know that the Water Chip is not an indefinite solution and that it's not built to last but they reassured you that if and when people use the Vaults it will only be for a short temporary time.
And like an idiot you believed them.
When you enter the lab it's with a slight pep in your step, you place your coffee on your bench before handing Calvin his, he gives you a brief nod of acknowledgment before finishing the equation he's writing down.
When he finally turns to you, now at your desk and starting up your computer, he notices your happy mood before his eyes land on the small pin on the lapel of your lab coat.
"Really?" He asks. "A pumpkin?"
"It's Halloween Month!" You turn to him in glee.
"That's not a real thing." He playfully rolls his eyes.
"It should be." You counter. "It's the best time of the year!"
Calvin can't help but smile as he watches you prattle on about Halloween, ever since walking you home your relationship has been a lot⊠more.
More friendlier, more playful, just more more more. And you love it.
A peaceful silence falls over you both as you start work, and for the next few hours neither of you really say anything. That is until Calvin disturbs the peace by throwing his notebook across his bench.
"You good?" You ask, not turning to him as you finish writing down numbers in your notes.
A hand on you hip and Calvin's voice in your ear startle you but that's replaced with something⊠else⊠as soon as he finishes talking.
"Do you remember the safeword?" His voice is gruff as his question comes out a little fast. Your answer is a nod but that's not enough. "I need to hear you say it."
"âŠMango." You whisper but it turns into a gasp as Calvin pushes your hair from your neck before he leans down slightly and starts to suck on your pulse point.
You let out a broken moan as he pushes his lower half into you, his cock already half hard as he starts to grind softly.
"Can't think." He groans against your neck and the vibrations from his voice causes your body to tremble lightly. "You're not helping."
You grab onto the edge of the bench until your knuckles are white, soft moans falling from your lips.
"Need your help." He places his hand on your shoulder and pushes you forward until you're bent over your work station. "Need to reset."
He quickly pushes your lab coat up your back until it bunches around your hips, he takes a few minutes to drive forward, grinding his fully hard cock against your ass and moaning softly at the contact.
You push your hips back to meet his thrusts and you're rewarded with him grunting your name followed by a curse.
You're not able to build a rhythm before he's reaching around and unbuttoning your slacks and pushing them just below your ass so he has quick easy access.
"This okay?" He asks as he starts to undo his pants. "Won't be able to stop once I start."
"Promise?" You moan as you clench your thighs.
"Fuck, hon." He groans as he frees his leaking cock.
He pulls your underwear to the side and pushes his throbbing length between your thighs, you both moan in unison as the tip catches on your clit. He grinds his cock through your folds a few times, gathering your creamy slick until his cock is sufficiently coated before he lines his tip up with your entrance.
He gently squeezes your hips before driving forward, not stopping until his cock is fully sheathed inside you.
You let out a high pitched moan and arch your back, a slight burn in your pussy causing your eyes to water, but your sounds of pleasure are suddenly muffled as he brings his hand around to cover your mouth.
"Shh, hon." His voice is rough as he keeps his hips still, the heavy weight of his cock inside you making you whine into his palm. "I know, but we share this floor with other labs."
You forgot about that and you honestly donât care. Fuck those nerds.
Calvin keeps one hand over your mouth and the other he places in the middle of your back, successfully pressing you in place against the bench.
"You ready?" He asks but doesnât wait for an answer as he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts fully back in.
He starts a quick rhythm, his own needs and desperation to cum overtaking his body as he fucks hard into you, the sound of his heavy balls smacking against your wet pussy echoing around the room and adding to your arousal.
"You're so tight." He grunts out as he pushes you harder into the desk. "Dreamed about this for months."
Your whimpers are muffled by his large hand but they seem to be affecting him nonetheless as he drives harder into you.
"Rub your clit." His command is breathless but still firm and you're quick to follow it.
Your eyes roll back into your head as you let out a satisfied moan at the contact.
More slick gushes from your hole as soon as you start to thumb your sensitive nub, something Calvin immediately noticed as his rhythm falters slightly.
You start to clench around his cock as your desire begins to build, his name muffled into his palm as you repeat it like a mantra.
He slides his hand from your back and places it next to your head before leaning down, the angle pushing you further into the hard wood of your workstation but adding to the pleasure.
"Need you to cum first." He grunts as he fucks harder into you. "Wanna hear you moan my name clearly, but you gotta be quiet."
You whine against his hand, your own hips pushing back against his as you teeter on the edge.
"You gonna be a good girl and follow instructions for once?" He groans into your ear.
If your mind wasnât so clouded over in pleasure you'd probably sass back but you're so god damned close.
You nod into his palm unable to talk around the whimpers slipping from your lips into his sweaty hand.
"That's my girl." He pulls his hand away and places it on the other side of your head, successfully caging you in. "Moan my name, let me hear that sweet voice."
"Fuck." You gasp for air briefly. "Cal-Calvin, please."
"Just a little more, hon." He reassures as his cock batters into your pussy.
"M'so close." Your breath fogs up against the wood as he pounds into you, you struggle and fight to keep your sounds hushed, not wanting to disappoint him. "Make me cum, please, Calvin."
With a deep groan he rests his forehead against your back and fuck into you hard, quiet groans and the slapping of skin filling the room as you both fast approach your end.
With a harsh moan of your name, Calvin snaps his hips particularly deep into your pussy, the action making your briefly see stars, you rush to grab Calvin's hand with yours and push it back towards your mouth, he takes the hint and covers your lips as you let out a loud cry, your hips stuttering in their rhythm as you cum around his cock.
"Good, fuck, good girl." He groans as he fucks you through your orgasm, relishing in the sounds of your muffled cries and whimpers.
The squeezing of your walls and your sounds of pleasure quickly send him over the edge, and he briefly thinks about pulling out but the tight grip your pussy has around him force that thought out as quickly as it came.
He stills his hips and lets out a shuddery breath as he empties his balls deep in your pussy.
You let out a harsh breath against his palm as you feel him throb inside you, enjoying knowing that his cum is painting your walls and claiming you as his.
Unfortunately you're not able to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm as voices outside your lab door ruin the moment.
Calvin quickly pulls out of you, a small grunt slipping from his lips as his softening cock hits the cool air of the room, he does his pants up before rushing to help adjust you, just in time as the door swings open and you're met with your boss.
Thankfully your boss is so self-consumed that he doesnât notice, or care, that you're both red in the face and slightly panting. Honestly he probably assumes you had another argument.
Once he leaves, after checking on your progress, neither of you mention what happened an hour earlier.
You excuse yourself to go clean up, though the thought of having Calvin's cum leaking into your panties is arousing it's quite uncomfortable and you still have a few hours of work left.
You thought it would be awkward when you returned but you surprisingly slip back into comfortable banter as you resume your work.
By the end of the day Calvin lets out a little victorious noise as he closes his notebook.
"I found the problem with my equation." He informs you as you look at him in confusion. "It really helped to reset my mind."
You feel your face heat up at the implication and the small smirk on his face as he replaces his lab coat for his cardigan.
"Ready to go?" He looks completely unaffected as you stand there with your mouth slightly open.
"Uh⊠Yeah." You blush as you grab your things and leave with him like you do every other day.
"See you tomorrow, bright and early." He says, like he does every other day. Like things are normal.
When you get home you spend the rest of the evening grinding on your pillow and holding your ruined panties to your face like some deranged pervert. The thing is you've never cum so much in your life.
---
When you arrive at work the next day you expect it to be a little weird but Calvin greets you as normal, you give him his coffee as normal and you both discuss your work plans for the day as normal.
You were pleasantly surprised by how good you felt, ecstatic that yesterday hadn't ruined your relationship.
You didnât talk about it of course, but there were a few lingering looks from Calvin that made your heart beat a little faster.
After lunch you're so into your work that you pay no mind to the sound of Calvin's chair squeaking against the linoleum and only realised he's moved when he has your hips pressed against your workbench.
"Just keep working." He instructs as he starts to unbutton your pants.
For the rest of the day any time Calvin gets stuck he'll push you up against the closest surface and fuck you quickly until he's spilled his cum inside you and left you thoroughly satisfied.
Your work load is suffering but it seems like his is picking up so it kind of balances. By the time you're both ready to go home you're a little wobbly on your legs and Calvin has to wrap an arm around your waist and walk you to your car, all the while proudly wearing a smug smirk.
---
The next week is more of the same, Calvin using you freely, but it's not always fucking. Some times he's satisfied with sitting you on his bench and eating out your pussy until your pressing his face into your dripping hole and smothering him.
He never leaves you with just one orgasm, he seems obsessed with your tastes as he spends almost an hour daily drinking you down and making you quiver and moan his name.
You offer to return the favour but he seems to like the delayed gratification, and youâre almost convinced that he cums more when he makes himself wait to fuck you.
You're so used to this being a work thing that you're a little surprised when he walks you to your car and asks you for dinner.
"Like tonight?" You ask a little dumbly.
"Yeah." He nods with a smile. "If you'd like."
"I would." You blush and bite your lip before gasping in shock as he leans down and kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that." He laughs softly.
"I wish you didnât wait so long." You admit shyly.
"From now on I won't" He brushes his thumb softly over your cheek and you press your face more into the touch. "Come to my place tonight around 6:30."
"I'll be there with bells on." You grin.
"It's a date." He leans in and steals a quick kiss before walking back in the direction of his apartment, leaving you smiling like an idiot by your car.
"It's a date." You repeat as you grin.
When you arrive at Calvin's place, a bottle of wine in your hands, you take a few seconds to adjust your nerves as you straighten out your flowery sun dress.
You try not to second guess your appearance, Calvin has only ever seen you in your work apparel but you're sure he'll like what you're wearing.
You try to reason with yourself that Calvin has literally been inside you so you shouldnât be so nervous for a date, normal people do this thing first.
But a date can be so much more intimate then being bent over your desk and fucked dumb against the wood until youâre drooling and mumbling incoherently.
Before you can continue to second guess yourself the door swings open and you're hit with the pleasant aroma of whatever Calvin is cooking.
"I thought I heard you out here." His smile is warm and easy. "Why didnât you knock?"
"⊠I was a few minutes early and I know how you are with punctuality." You rush out.
Calvin playfully rolling his eyes and taking the bottle from your hands instantly do wonders to soothe your nerves, he places his hand on your lower back and gently ushers you inside.
"Dinner is almost done, can you help me set the table?" He asks as he makes his way back to the kitchen.
"Of course." You're a little relieved to be put to work, knowing that if you just sat on the couch you'd overthink and start to panic.
"Plates are in that cupboard, glasses in that one and cutlery is in that draw." He points to different areas in the small kitchen and you quickly get to work as he finishes up.
You get in the zone as you head to the small dining area attached to the kitchen, you put the plates side by side before rethinking and putting them across from each other, the conversation will flow better if you don't have to constantly turn.
You're so in your head that you donât notice Calvin standing in the doorway with a soft look on his face.
Something Calvin had never told you, but will tonight, is that he's always desired the domesticity of a relationship. Despite how he comes off and how much he loves his work what he really wants is a family and the more he watches you move around his living space the more he realises he wants that with you,
He has for months now.
When you finally notice him in the door you give him a warm smile before he walks towards you.
He places his hand on your cheek before closing the distance and slotting his lips against yours.
You moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his other hand coming to rest on your hip as you place yours flat against his chest, smiling to yourself when you feel how hard his heart is beating.
"Move in with me." He breathlessly mumbles against your lips.
You rear back suddenly with wide eyes. "What?" You nervously chuckle.
"Move in with me." He repeats louder, no nerves or second guessing in his tone.
"Calvin, this is our first date." You explain, even though the idea is strangely appealing.
"I donât care." He presses his forehead against yours, breaths intermingling. "I know how I feel, how I've felt for months, I know this is fast but the world is ending and I want to be with you."
You lean more into him, letting his raw honesty wash over you and for once you're not overthinking something. You donât need to.
"Well, we're technically gonna be living together in the Vaults anywayâŠ" You smile.
"Is that a yes?" There's excitement in his voice.
"That's a yes." You laugh as he leans forward and kisses you again.
The force of his movement pushes you back into the dining table. You lean into the table and bring your leg up around his hip to pull him closer against you, gasping into his mouth as his cock rubs against your clit.
"You look so good in this dress, hon." He kisses the corner of your mouth. "Wanna crawl under it and eat you out."
"Fuck, Calvin." You whimper. "Do it."
Just as he pulls back to slide to his knees a sharp repetitive beeping noise fills the apartment.
"Fuck!" Calvin jumps back and turns to the kitchen as smoke starts to waft through the door.
You can't help but chuckle as he rushes in and turns the oven off. While he grabs a broom to push the button on the alarm you open the kitchen window and use a tea towel to clear the room of smoke.
With a disappointed huff he pulls out the ceramic dish from the oven and drops it on the counter, the top of the food completely burnt to a crisp.
"Maybe it's still good underneath?" You ask hopefully as you continue to slightly wave the towel around.
Calvin gives you an 'I doubt it' look but still grabs a fork to pick around before letting it drop to the counter with a small clang.
"Ruined." His voice is laced with disappointment but you can't stop the smile from spreading.
This is what the rest of your life is going to look like, little domestic things that you can't wait to experience.
He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh before apologizing. "I'm sorry, this was meant to be more special."
You ignore his deflated tone and look in his cupboard for something to eat, you let out a small triumphant sound as you pull out a blue and white box.
"Cereal doesnât seem so bad?" you shake the box to grab his attention. "Never really took you for a Sugar Bombs guy." You joke.
"What do you think I eat for breakfast?" He asks as a small smile starts to creep onto his face.
"Plain oats and one piece of toast." You answer without hesitation, a smirk on your face.
He squints his eyes briefly before launching himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you let out a surprised squeal.
He pins you to the counter and blows a raspberry into your neck, making you snort in laughter as he kisses your cheek and huffs a laugh of his own into your skin.
"Plain oats." He repeats in disbelief.
He drags you to the living room and puts a record onto the player before he pulls you down onto the couch with him, your back half resting into his chest as he reaches around and opens the box of cereal in your hands.
You lean back into him more as the gentle sounds of The Platters fills the space, the room is dim, the only light coming from a small lamp on a side table, there's a cool breeze blowing in from the open window and the moon is high in the sky.
You can't really remember a time you felt more at peace.
"This song makes me think of you." He voice is quiet as he grabs a handful of cereal.
You donât answer him but you rest your head more against his shoulder as you listen to the lyrics.
Only you can make all this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you
You bite back tears as you grab his free hand and hold it against your stomach, he places a soft kiss to your temple as he grabs more cereal and brings the little sugary atomic bombs to your lips.
You donât know how long you spend in Calvin's embrace, sharing cereal and listening to him hum gentle medleys into your ear but eventually the record ends and the box empties and you know you have to move.
"Ready for bed?" His voice is soft but something more lingers.
"You finally gonna take me in a bed?" You joke but your words come out almost breathless.
"Should've done that first." He sheepishly admits. "Was just scared you'd say no."
"I wouldnât have." You turn to look at him. "My hearts been yours for a while now."
Instead of verbally responding he leans down and slots his lips with yours as he slowly sits up more, his hands holding tight on your hips.
He only pulls away to stand to his feet and lead you down the small dark hallway to his bedroom, hand never leaving yours.
You're only able to take in a bit of his room before he's pulling you to his chest and kissing you hard, little moans and grunts intermingling with your own as he deepens the kiss.
With slow movements he walks you backwards until your legs hit the mattress and you gently move to lie down, Calvin not once breaking the kiss as he follows you down until he's hovering above you.
You wrap your arms around his shoulder as he starts to trail kisses down your cheek, to your neck, to your shoulder. Making sure to place his lips on any exposed skin he can reach.
"As much as I love to see you in this dress." He admits breathlessly as he lifts his head and makes eye contact. "I really wanna take it off."
You lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips before settling back down with a warm smile, your hands smoothing down from his shoulders to the buttons on his chest. "You first." You smirk.
"Gladly." He returns the heated look before covering your hands with his and gently moving them aside.
In soft, rushed, movements Calvin works to rid you both of your clothes, not stopping until you're both bare and smiling.
His breath comes out a little quickly as he takes in your form, eyes landing on your chest as he thumbs over your hardening nipples, letting out a soft grunt as your arch into his touch with a small whine.
"Love your sounds." He admits. "Can't wait to finally hear you scream my name."
"Christ, Calvin." You squeeze your thighs together as pleasure shoots through your lower abdomen, never getting enough of his dirty mouth.
"Patience, my love." He flicks your nipple before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth, groaning into your soft skin as your hands tangle through his hair and cradle him close.
You let your legs fall open so Calvin can slot himself between your thighs, a breathy groan falling from your lips when the tip of his cock rubs against your neglected clit. You wrap your legs around your waist and pull him tighter against you as you start to gently gyrate your hips.
Calvin's small grunts vibrate through your nipple and send lightning down your spine, back arching with the pleasure.
"Please, Calvin." You beg, not knowing what for. "More."
He pulls from your chest with a wet pop, eyes dark and hungry as they land on your face.
"I'll give you whatever you need." He promises as he reaches down and runs two of his fingers through your soaking folds. "Just let me get you ready first."
You shake your head, arousal fogging any rational thought. "Don't need to." You whine as his pointer finger rubs against your entrance, teasing slightly. "Just want you inside me."
"Don't wanna hurt you, hon." He kisses the corner of your mouth, tongue coming out to catch a little bit of spit that has pooled there.
"Like it." You pant as you grind deeper against his fingers. "Please."
He doesnât answer you but he does pull his fingers away before bringing them to the base of his cock, he drags the tip through your folds, spreading your slick along his length and over your clit, before he brings it back to your entrance.
"Gonna fuck you now." He promises. "Gonna make love to you in our bed."
You close your eyes and moan at his words, breath quickly catching as he pushes inside until he bottoms out.
For once you freely cry out, your sounds echoing off the walls as you bring your hands to his shoulders and hold him close to you.
"So good." You whine. "You fill me so good."
He leans down so his weight is fully on you, the pressure adding to the pleasure as he cages your head in with his hands, his head centimeters from yours.
"Open your eyes, hon." His voice is quiet. "Please, I want to see them."
You snap them open immediately and are met with a brilliant shade of blue, but what takes your breath away is the look in them.
They're filled with warmth. With love.
He brings his thumb up to gently graze over your cheek before pulling back slightly and pushing back in, his hips beginning to rock against yours and start a slow but deep rhythm.
You gasp in pleasure, small moans falling from your open lips as you continue to look into Calvin's eyes, unable to turn away.
The longer you stare the more you fall.
Pleasure starts to build as your heart beats fast in your chest, love and warmth swallowing you completely.
You hold on tight to his shoulders as images start to fill your mind.
Images of a small house in the suburbs, a white picket fence and a chapel. A white dress and flowers. Nurseries and hospital rooms. Identical blue eyes on a child, late nights and early mornings. Family dinners and movies nights.
Your future with Calvin is reflected in his eyes and it brings tears to yours. This is what you want. Calvin is what you want.
He soothes you gently with soft words, he places gentle kisses to the corner of your eyes as small drops start to falls. He holds you tight as he continues to grind against you.
"I'm here." He promises. "I'm with you, just you and me."
You nod against the comforter, so eager to have him inside you that you couldnât even wait long enough to get into a more comfortable position. But you donât care, not with Calvin above you.
You arch your back as a strangled moan falls from your lips, thighs clenching around his hips as the tip of his cock nudges against something inside you.
"There, hon?" He asks, a smile tugging on his lips as he angles himself to hit the spot again.
"Yes, fuck, right there." You breath heavy through your nose as you bring your hips up to meet his thrusts, crying out sharply as he hits the spot.
"Need you to cum for me." He groans against your lips, forehead coming to rest on yours. "Love feeling you squeeze around me, m'not gonna last much longer."
He starts to quicken his pace as his own pleasure grows, he brings a hand up and pulls yours off his shoulder before entwining your fingers and pushing your joined hands back into the mattress besides your head before repeating the action with the other, needing to hold you in any way he can.
With one last sharp thrust against the spongy spot inside you, you arch your back as your eyes roll into your head, your mouth opens but nothing comes out as your body starts to tremble and shake.
"Fuck." Calvin groans, hips snapping into yours as you clench around his cock. "Can feel you coming."
With one, two thrusts he stills inside you with a deep grunt of your name followed by a mumbled declaration that you donât quite pick up on.
You whine out as he fucks his cum into you more, the wet sounds starting to spark something inside you.
"Calvin." You moan his name breathlessly.
"I've got you." He kisses your forehead.
He stills his hips and pulls out with a groan, your own gasp mixed in as he falls besides you in the bed.
"I'm sorry I took so long to do that." He pants as his hand seeks out yours from where they fell apart.
You turn your face and watch as he catches his breath slightly, face red and sweaty.
"I thought with all that rowing you did you'd have better stamina." You joke as you suck in a deep breath.
He gives you a playful glare before rolling onto his side and facing you. You mimic his position and just spend the next few minutes smiling at each other as your breathing starts to even out.
"So⊠You really want to move in with me?" His voice is soft to match the vibe of the room and you can't help but notice a bit of doubt in his eyes.
"I wouldnât have said yes if I didnât want to." You squeeze his hand that's still holding yours.
"Good." He nods. "But I was thinking maybe we could get a little house, something small and in a more family friendly neighbourhood."
"Moving awfully quickly there, Evans." You smile playfully, but your heart skips a beat listening to him talk.
"This world of ours could end at any moment." His smile is a little sad. "Let's live as much as we can before we're forced underground."
You spend the rest of the evening making plans and talking about what your future holds before he helps you up and takes you to the shower to clean you both off.
You fall into bed later in one of Calvin's white shirts as he holds to his chest.
---
The next few weeks go by in a blur, you had finally finished the Water Chip and Vault-Tec wasted no time deploying it to the hundred or so Vaults across America. They gave you and Calvin a big bonus and told you that if and when the time happens they'll send a representative to collect you.
You let out a breath as you place another box on the kitchen table, sighing heavily as you look around the barren kitchen with a smile.
You and Calvin had managed to find a small house in the suburbs, the picket fence isn't white but Calvin had promised to pick up some paint from the hardware store.
In retrospect you managed to find a house quite easy and the paycheck from Vault-Tec really helped move things along.
You had managed to look at a lot of houses though, and each one had to live up Calvin's surprisingly high standards, until finally you found one that he deemed perfect.
It had a little garden out the front and a decent backyard, there were a two bedrooms, a small kitchen that opened into a living room and your neighbours all seemed very friendly based on the small smiles you had shared.
"How much stuff do you have?" Calvin complains from the living room as he places another box against the wall.
"Hey!" You playfully scold. "You're the one that had all that heavy rowing equipment."
"At least my stuff is practical." He argues with a smile. "Unlike this." He says holding up a black cat Halloween decoration.
"Excuse you, Calvin." You walk up and snatch the cat from his hands. "This is very practical." You put the decoration on the windowsill and turn to him with a smile.
"Wow, now we're almost done unpacking." He sasses with a small grin as he heads back out to the van.
You head to the bedroom and start to make the bed, you had been sleeping on the floor the last few nights but finally with the furniture delivered you can start making this house a home.
When you leave the bedroom you watch as Calvin sets up the record player before putting on some gentle music.
"This is nice." You smile as you walk up behind him, grinning into his back as you wrap your arms around his waist.
You both start to sway gently as he brings his hands to yours and holds them firmer into his stomach.
"Thank you for moving in with me." He all but whispers.
"Thank you for asking." You place a gentle kiss to his clothed back.
"I can't wait to take you on every surface in our new home." His voice takes on a smug quality.
"Fuck sake, Cal." You laugh but you can't deny your heart doesnât swell at his words. Our new home.
You pull away and he lets out a chuckle before grabbing a box and opening it, letting out a groan at then contents.
"How many boxes of yours are filled with Halloween stuff?" He gives you a look.
"Who are you, a cop?" You sass as you reach over and pulling the box to you, rifling through the contents with a small smile. "Besides, Halloween is a little over a week away and we haven't gotten anything ready yet!"
"Maybe we skip this one and just focus on unpacking?" He offers as he flicks open the top of a different box.
You let out an over exaggerated gasp and look at him with wide eyes. "Skip Halloween?"
"Oh my god." He mumbles but he's fighting a smile.
"Can't believe you'd even suggest that." You grumble softly but let out a yelp as he tosses a couch pillow at your chest. "Hey!"
"It's getting dark so there'll be no decorating tonight." He says with finality in his tone. "Now grab the take-out menus from that box and order some food." He points to the smaller box on the kitchen table and you give him a mock salute.
Forty minutes later you're sitting on the floor in the living room, candles spread about the room for a warm glow as you eat your Chinese food and listening to the gentle hum of Nat King Cole.
You hadn't unpacked any lamps and the dining table was filled with boxes but neither of you seem to mind, it feels more intimate this way.
When you finally fall into bed you're out in seconds, a small smile plastered on your lips as images of the future fill your dreams.
---
You're woken suddenly as Calvin shakes you awake, you gasp and sit up; sleep still clouding your mind but the panic in Calvin's eyes is enough to snap you to attention.
"What's wrong." You ask, not even trying to hide the panic in your voice.
"I just got a call from someone at the labs." His voice comes out rushed. "It's happeningâŠ"
"âŠToday?" You bite your lip as you feel your eyes burn slightly.
"Sometime today, yes." He sighs looking defeated. "We have to go."
"I thought a representative was supposed to come and get us?" You get up and get dressed, adrenaline fueling your movements as he gather stuff you might need.
You and Calvin had talked about making a Go Bag of sorts for when the time came but with the move you must have forgotten.
"They probably forgot." He dismisses as he slips on his shoes and grabs your hand. "They said six months." He pulls you close as he refers to what your old coworker said on the phone. "He overheard some Vault-Tec higher ups talking and apparently someone in Washington said we'll only be in the Vault for six months."
"We just bought our home..." You mumble sadly as he grabs the car keys and pulls you both to the garage.
"It'll still be here when we get back." He tries to reassure, you donât believe his words and neither does he but you nod with a small smile.
"When we get back." You agree.
"It'll be late but maybe we can get started on next year's Halloween." His laugh is forced but you grin along to the idea.
"Perhaps we'll just leave the decorations up all year round." You slip into the passenger seat.
It takes about an hour before you reach the Los Angeles Vault, cars are already filling the lot and there are armed soldiers at the gate. You share a look with Calvin as you get out of the car and head over to the check-point.
You're stopped by two large soldiers wearing T-45 power armor and a soldier with a clipboard.
"Names?" There's a strict authority to his voice and you can't help the slight fear slide down your spine as everything finally starts to hit.
Calvin gives your names and affiliation with Vault-Tec and you watch as the soldier flips through the pages before sighing.
"You're not on the list." He at least has the decency to sound a little sorry. "Please step aside and let others through." He nods to the line forming behind you.
"What!" Calvin snaps as he squeezes your hand. "We worked for Vault-Tec! We were promised a spot! Please, just look again!"
You let out a small whimper as the soldier sighs but flips through his notes.
"I'm sorry, but you're not on the list." The soldier repeats. "Please step aside."
"This can't be happening!" Calvin shouts as he moves forward but just as he does one of the soldiers in power armor push him back and he stumbles into you.
"Calm down before you make things worse." The voice is static-y and hollow.
You bite back tears as you grab Calvin's arm, your sob snapping his attention fully to you.
"Don't worry." He reassures you as he steps to the side out of the way. "I'm gonna fix this, we'll get in."
You donât know what to say so you just nod, all your energy being put to not crying and making things worse.
Calvin turns to assess the slowly growing line and his eyes almost bulge out of his head when he sees your former boss from the labs.
"Hey!" Calvin calls out and grabs his attention, your former boss has the audacity to try and pretend he doesnât hear him but that's not going to work.
He pulls you along behind him until you reach the balding man.
"They're not letting us in." Calvin's voice is clipped. "We were promised a spot.
"Well⊠uhâŠ" Your former boss can't seem to make eye contact as he pushes his wife forward in the line. "There had to be some cut offs, we were running out of space and just couldnât fit everyone."
"Excuse me!" Calvin lunges forward and grabs the balding man by his suit jacket. "These damn Vaults wouldnât have been possible if not for us!"
"Hey! What's going on over there!" A soldier in power armor calls out as they clank towards you.
"This man is harassing me!" Your former boss yells and you feel your heart drop more.
Calvin reaches back to punch him but before he can he's pulled away by the soldier.
"You need to leave! Now!" There's a sharp warning and you lean forward to pull Calvin away.
"This is not fair!" He spits at people in front of him.
"C'mon, Cal." You tug at his arm, defeated. "Let's go home."
He gives the people in line one last look of disgust before turning and walking back to the car.
The drive home is mostly quiet as you both take in what's about to happen. You donât have any back up plans, fully reliant on Vault-Tec.
The drive home is quicker than the drive to the Vault and you both sit in silent when Calvin turns the ignition off.
"I got you a present." Calvin's voice is gruff as he turns to you with a sad smile.
"Really?" You try to match his look even though your heart is breaking inside.
"Let me get it for you." He unbuckles his seat belt and you follow suit as he leads you into the house. "Stay here."
You stand and wait in your living room. Boxes still piled up, half unpacked; empty take-out containers on the kitchen bench, black cat still on the windowsill. You bite your lip to stop the tears, crying will do nothing.
"I bought this for you." You turn when you hear his voice and smile as you take in the item of clothing. "I was gonna surprise you with dinner on Friday, a little celebration." He shrugs as he holds out the blue and yellow dress.
"It's beautiful." You grin and gladly take the soft material.
"Go put it on." He nods towards the bedroom before leaning down and giving you a quick kiss.
As you change into the dress, Calvin changes into a suit and sets up the record player before moving some boxes out of the space.
When you reenter the living room you have a genuine smile on your face as Calvin stands there in his best dressed and 'Only You' fills the room.
"Care to dance?" He holds out his hand and you huff a small laugh as you take it in yours.
Just as you start to sway you start to hear the sounds of planes over head followed by explosions in the distance.
You let out a whimper at the sound and Calvin hushes you gently before turning the record player up just a little more to drown out the sounds a bit.
"I'm here." He kisses your forehead. "I've got you, it's just you and me."
Tears freely fall from your eyes as you sway against him, you briefly look around the room at the boxes you'll never get to unpack.
The future you'll never get to live flashes before your eyes: your wedding, children that look like a mix of both of you, their first words, first steps, trips to the beach and snowball fights in the winter.
You hold each other tight as you look into his eyes, unspoken emotion swirling in the deep blue, he opens his lips to say something but a bright orange light catches in his eyes.
You don't have to look at the large mushroom cloud to know what's about to happen.
You can feel the rumbling as the ground starts to violently shake, vibrations of the aftershock coming speeding towards you.
In your last moments Calvin whispers his love for you, silenced mostly by the music but the emotion is reflected in his eyes as he leans down and kisses you.
The last thing you'll ever feel is his soft lips on yours.
O-o-only you can make all this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand, I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true, my one and only you
I'm so sorry homies
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Okay hereâs the low down, cause Iâm in Australia Iâm between 8-20 hours ahead of a lot of places so if I post on October 1st itâs probably still gonna be September 30th for everyone else.
Okay, so final word count on my Calvin Evans story is 10k words. I made myself a deal that so I don't burn myself out I'll only do between 2k-5k but i got carried away.
I've decided to make a little guide for those who've never played or watched the show but still wish to read. If I have missed anything in this guide I'll specify in the summary of the story
Music:
Playlist
In each story I mention a song or two so I've made a playlist dedicated to the whole series. In the summary of each story I'll mention what songs I've added.
Factions:
Some characters will be a part of a certain group. Here's the skinny.
Vault-Tec: A pre-war defense corporation that had contracts in place with the American Federal Government to design and implement underground bunkers or 'Vaults' with the intent of preserving a small fraction of the U.S Population. Responsible for dropping the bombs and starting The Great War.
Brother Hood of Steel or BoS: A fascist paramilitary group created pre-war but is (unfortunately) still going strong 200 years post-war. Their main focus is preserving advanced technology and regulating it accordingly.
Enclave: A secret government and military group (also fascists). Pre-war its members included: high-ranking political, military and corporate figures. Their plan was to wipe out humanity completely and establish a racially pure state of "true humans," coupled with an authoritarian structure. They are pro torture, slavery, human experimentation etc.
Raiders: Hostile wastelanders who survive by attacking, stealing, and preying on others. They are a constant threat, known for their brutality, addiction to chems (drugs) and lack of remorse for torture and murder. They're more chill in West Virginia.
New California Republic or NCR: Created post-war it was a democratic military organization tasked with rebuilding civilization mainly out West in the Mojave. They're constantly fighting with the Legion over ownership of the Hoover Dam.
Caesar's Legion: A large group of savages who dress and are inspired by the Ancient Romans. They enslave conquered peoples, strip them of their identities, and violently impose a rigid, patriarchal, militaristic, and utilitarian society. Their Goal is to forge a new Roman Empire.
Railroad: A secret organization located in Boston, they're goal is to free and relocate "Synths" while trying to wipe out the Institute and their control throughout the Commonwealth.
The Institute: An advanced scientific society located in a large underground facility in Boston, they're known for their revolutionary tech, most notably advanced robots known as "Synths" - created with the purpose of replacing individuals and expanding their control leading to widespread fear and paranoia.
Boomers: Descendants of former dwellers from Vault 34, they're located at Nellis Air Force Base in New California. Obsessed with weapons and happy to remain isolated they will attack anyone who tries to approach. Paranoid and Suspicious of outsiders have caused them to turn away many outside Factions; Mr House, NCR etc.
Other Minor Factions:
Foundation: A settler group located in West Virginia offering protection and coexistence with others. At odds with Crater, a Raider group, but eventually finds a balance. West Virginia.
Responders: An organization tasked with rebuilding, reconstructing and helping others. West Virginia.
Mothman Cultists: A hostile religious group obsessed with Mothman. (same) West Virginia.
Blood Eagles: Raiders dialed up to 100. Hostile and savage. West Virginia.
The Minutemen: A citizen militia group dedicated to protecting settlers and rebuilding infrastructure, inspired by the Minutemen of the American Revolution. Boston.
The Crimson Caravan Company: Traveling merchants and the largest suppliers to the NCR, they travel throughout New California. New California.
The Great Khans: A Raider tribe that has tried their hands at, genocide, drug trafficking and farming and massacres, enemies of the NCR. New California.
Locations & Settings:
Each location will have the same time settings unless stated, you don't have to know the geographical layout of the maps, if something needs describing I'll paint you a word picture. The Great War started and ended on the 23rd of October 2077, lasting 2 hours.
Los Angeles: This location will mainly be in the L.A Vault or a house in the surrounding suburbs. Set Pre-War in 2077.
Appalachia, West Virginia: This location is only used once and is set at the Whitespring's Resort, a high trading area with several different factions: Responders, Raiders and Settlers. Set 25 years after The Great War, 2102.
Washington, D.C: This location is only used once and is set in the BoS Citadel, built into and beneath the ruins of the Pentagon. Set 200 years after The Great War, 2277.
New Vegas, Nevada: This location is used several times, each story will be set in a different part of Nevada, including The Strip, but the areas are just general descriptions and nothing to really focus on (except Miles'). Set 204 years after The Great War, 2281.
The Commonwealth, Boston: This location is used several times, each story will be set in a different part of Boston. Set 210 years after The Great War, 2287.
Nuka-World, Massachusetts: This location is only used once and is set at and around The Nuka World Amusement Park. Once a glorious holiday destination, now a Raider infested hell hole. Set 210 years after The Great War, 2287.
Creatures & Animals:
All creatures that are mentioned in each story. Some of them wont play a big role but it's good to have a visual.
Deathclaws: Created pre-war by the US Government through genetic engineering, splicing together DNA from the Jackson's chameleons with other animals, they were created for combat with the goal of replacing human soldiers but escaped containment after The Great War and quickly became the apex predator of the wastelands.
Feral Ghouls: Irradiated humans whose brains have degenerated, causing them to lose their sanity and become aggressive, animalistic beings that attack non-ghouls on sight. Appearing as rotting, disfigured corpses, they often roam in packs, driven by instincts and exhibiting characteristics of a mindless zombie.
Super Mutants: Once human but unfortunately transformed by FEV, Forced Evolutionary Virus, into large hulking green monsters. Incredibly strong, durable and immune to radiation though they have low levels of intelligence and are, thankfully, sterile.
Nightkin: A specific type of Super Mutant found in New California, created by The Master using his advanced FEV-II. They retain their intelligence but suffer from severe schizophrenia from their crippling addiction to Stealth Boys due to prolonged exposure (a device that allows the wearer to turn invisible for a brief time).
Brahmin: A mutated two headed cow that provides vital resources such as milk, meat and leather. They're also used as a pack animal for traveling merchants and settlers. Their milk has also been known to help cure radiation poisoning. Pretty chill unless provoked.
Bighorner: Large ram-like creatures native to New California, known for their strong herd instincts. Typically docile and herbivorous, they become aggressive when provoked or if a calf is distressed. Used for meat and hides.
Mole Rat: Smallish mutated rodents, fast and extremely aggressive, attacking any perceived threat with their large, sharp teeth. A common nuisance all over the wastelands, burrowing underground and bursting from the ground to ambush unsuspecting travelers. While generally weak individually, a swarm can overwhelm a person.
Cave Crickets: Radioactive, mutated insects, resembling large, carnivorous dog-sized pests found around Nuka World and West Virginia. Using their powerful legs to hop around and their strong jaws to attack they're often found in groups.
Centaurs: Horrifying, multi-limbed mutants created from FEV using mixed human and animal DNA. Originally created by The Master as grotesque chimeras and served as dangerous watchdogs for Super Mutants. These creatures vary significantly in form but generally feature a misshapen torso, multiple human-like arms and legs used for fast movement, and a maw capable of spitting radioactive fluid. Found in Washington and New California.
Cazadores: Genetically engineered, giant winged insects, based on the Tarantula Hawk Wasp, known for their deadly venom and swarming tactics. Created in a research facility in New California, they are a significant threat that paralyze their pray to have their larvae feed on them.
Rex: THE MOST IMPORTANT!!! Part German Shepherd, part Cyber-Hound, Rex has been around since pre-war (over 200 years old bless). Was born a regular dog and served in Denver Police Department where he was cybernetically enhanced - serial number. B955883. He survived The Great War and living in the wastes of New California. He is the best boy!
Products & Misc:
Vault Suits: Durable, practical, single-piece jumpsuits with integrated technology with the intended purpose of fostering unity and monitoring the inhabitants in the Vaults. They provide decent protection against the elements and radiation, act as a base layer for armor, and serve as a constant symbol of Vault-Tec's presence and control.
Pip-Boy: Created by RobCo Industries and licensed to Vault-Tec for use in the Vaults. Standard equipment issued to all Vault Dwellers. It is a wrist-worn computer that acts as a personalized interface for various uses such as: displaying maps, playing the radio, playing games, tracking stats and playing Holotapes. It also serves as a flashlight and Geiger counter, providing crucial survival information about radiation levels in the wasteland.
Caps: Bottle caps serve as currency in the wasteland because they are durable, portable and easy to recognize. Most notable are the Nuka Cola caps.
Nuka Cola: A pre-war brand of fruit-flavoured cola that still remains popular after The Great War. The brand was known for its healthy marketing, despite its excessive sugar and caffeine content, and for innovations like Nuka-Cola Quantum, a radioactive soda, and the Nuka-World theme parks.
Sugar Bombs: A pre-war cereal shaped like tiny atom bombs, filled with unhealthy amounts of sugar that helped to preserve it until well after The Great War.
Stimpaks: Created by Med-Tek, stimpaks were created pre-war and are a syringe-based device that deliver a mix of healing medications and stimulants to rapidly boost the user's body's natural regenerative abilities, restoring health almost instantly. It comes with a syringe and a gauge for dosing and can heal various injuries, including crippled limbs.
Jet: A powerful hallucinogenic chem that stimulates the central nervous system, triggering a rush of energy and strength primarily brought about by endorphins. The initial euphoric rush rarely lasts more than a few minutes, but the altered state of consciousness makes it subjectively longer for any Jet user. Jet is highly addictive, inducing psychological and physical reliance.
Ranger Armor: A distinct armor worn by elite NCR veteran rangers, characterized by its iconic trench coat worn over armored plating. Looks cool as fuck.
Liberty Prime: A giant robot created pre-war by RobCo and General Atomics to be used as a mobile propaganda-spreading nuclear weapon-wielding hero during the liberation of Alaska from China. Unfortunately due to power issues the development was halted and it was stored in pieces. Discovered by the BoS, in Washington, after the Great War they spent decades restoring it to aid in the fight against the Enclave and later The Institute.
if you ever decide to do anything with John, let me know! Have you ever thought about doing something w John like your somethingâs off with Bob series?
I absolutely will!
Iâm not sure if John has that level of freak and depravity in him but I definitely want to explore him more and add more stuff for him!
Summary: Donât cry because itâs over. Smile because it happened.
Warnings: (MDNI 18+) Fem!Reader, No Use Of Y/N, Unprotected Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Light Blood Play, Breeding Kink, Non-Con Drug Use, Bdsm, Sentry and Void Appearances
A/N: So this is it. The end. Itâs been a wild ride and I loved writing this. Please be mindful of the tags. Thank you for the love and support for this fic.
WC: 9k
Special Mention: Iâd like to thank @rainymitskicain and @lalalunascope for inspo! You guys did great!
Series Masterlist
You spend the next day mostly in Bob's arms, lazing in bed and watching your comfort shows.
Val's been pretty silent so you're not worried about having to jet off somewhere on a mission and thankfully the rest of the team are happy to leave you alone.
Late in the afternoon Bob jumps out of bed, the shock evident in your face, and starts to head to the door.
"Wait!" You call after him. "Where the hell are you going?"
"Oh!" Bob stops and turns to you, a little shocked himself as he was completely lost in his thoughts. "I have to go get a few things ready."
"Ready?" You ask, getting more confused by the second. "Ready for what?"
"We're going to the club tonight." He states like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you guess to him it might be.
"We are? Why?" You pulse quickens at the memories you've both shared at the place.
The place where this all began.
"Donât worry about it." Bob brushes your questions to the side. "I'll be back in half an hour to grab you."
As he leaves you continue to sit on your bed in confusion. What has he got planned?
When he comes back around you're sitting on the edge of the mattress, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, nervously bouncing your leg as your mind swarms with different scenarios.
"Ready to go, honey?" His voice is warm and gentle, you give him a half smile that slowly turns into a frown when you notice the duffel bag in his hand.
"Are you going to kill me, Bob?" You eye the black bag suspiciously as he lets out a small chuckle.
"F'course not." He grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. "There's things in here for us both to enjoy."
Thankfully you're not intercepted by any members of the team as you leave the Tower, and Bob decides he wants to torture you more as he suggests walking to the club.
--
When you enter you're hit with the familiarity of the place, same sounds, same music, same smells. You scrunch your nose up at that a little.
Bob confidently drags you through the halls into the large room, naked bodies pressed against each other, a symphony of moans filling the air. You squeeze Bob's hand tight and swallow down the saliva that's pooled in your mouth, your face heating up at the sight in front of you as arousal starts to clench at your abdomen.
"Want a drink?" Bob leans close and whispers in your ear, you eagerly nod in response.
He drags you across the room, through the writhing bodies until you reach the bar area and with practiced ease orders you both a drink.
Thankfully you donât have to wait too long, but Bob lets go of your hand so you can carry the glasses causing you let out a huff of disappointment.
That disappointment is quickly replaced with burning hot jealousy as a woman approaches you both.
The Replicant. The other you.
"Hey, baby." Her voice is far too sweet and you have to push down the urge to fling the drinks in her face.
"Hey." Bob responds kindly, and that just adds fuel to the fire.
'Hey'? What the fuck is 'hey'?
"You here for me?" She asks, hope lacing her sultry tone.
You're both impressed and surprised the glasses in your hands haven't shattered with how tight you're holding them.
"Did you bring a present for us to play with?" She reaches out to touch your face and thatâs when Bob decides to do something.
He grabs her hand before it can touch you and grips it a little too harshly, a gasp of shock, and maybe a little fear, slips out from between her lips.
"She's not for you." His voice has an edge now. Fucking finally. "I'll no longer need your services."
He drops her hand with disinterest and guides you past the shocked woman, a small smile of victory gracing your lips, as he leads you over to a booth a little far away from the action along the back wall.
Just before you reach your destination the tall mysterious stranger you met on your previous visits catches your eye, he gives you a nod and a small wave and you happily return the gesture.
Bob instantly notices as he pushes you a little more forcefully along.
"Who the fuck was that?" He grumbles as you both slide into the booth.
"I'm not sure." You admit with a shrug. "I met him a few times when I came here looking for you."
"Did anything happen between you?" He scrunches his eyes up in annoyances and you can't help but find the little crease between his eyebrows endearing.
"Nope." You smile as you snuggle closer to his arms, the tension quickly leaving his body. "Besides you were literally just confronted by someone you used to fuck so it shouldn't really matter if something happened between me and someone else."
"That's different." He tries to argue.
"It's not and you know it." You softly chuckle.
Bob grumbles a reply as he digs through the mysterious duffel bag to find something, seconds later he's placing a collar on the table⊠the collar with his name on it.
"Turn around." He nudges your shoulder and you find yourself eagerly following his soft order.
With your back turned to him you miss as he opens a small vial and tips a few drops of a clear liquid into your drink before he clasps the leather snuggly around your throat.
You turn back around and brush your fingers over the metal letters, blushing as Bob looks at you with a hunger in his eyes.
"How'd do I look?" You shyly ask.
"Good enough to fuck right here." He leans forward and slots his lips against your, swallowing your gasps as he deepens the kiss.
A few minutes later the kiss starts to turn in to heavy petting as he slides his fingers under your top but you gently push him away, not feeling really comfortable doing more in front of a live audience.
Bob doesnât seem to mind as he sits back and slides your drink in front of you.
"This should help with your nerves, honey." His smile is warm and full of trust and you gladly bring the glass to your lips.
You let out a small sigh of pleasure as the fruity cocktail covers your taste buds, there's a slight after taste that you assume is the alcohol but you pay it no mind as you continue to drink.
"Good?" He asks as he sips leisurely from his own drink.
"Very." You nod, almost completely finished the glass.
Bob doesnât feel too guilty as he watches you eagerly gulp down the cocktail, what he gave you is just an aphrodisiac of sorts. Yelena gave it to him a while ago and told him they used to give it to the Widows to help when they needed to seduce a target. Made things go a lot easier.
Almost immediately you feel your body start to heat up, your head becoming a little lighter as the sounds of moaning begin to affect you more than they did before. You chalk it up to the cocktail, you're not one to drink so you're not surprised you can't even handle one drink.
Bob watches in amusement as your pupils dilate; almost looking completely black, and you start to clench and squeeze your thighs together.
"You okay, honey?" His voice is laced with fake concern as he reaches out and touches your arm and your reaction is immediate.
Just with a simple touch you let slip a loud moan as you lean over and grip the edge of the table.
"Fuck, Bob." You whine. "I-I'm sorry⊠I donât know why I did that, I'm just so hot."
He lets out a pleased chuckle and leans in closer till you're mere inches apart.
"S'okay, baby." He brushes his thumb over your cheek and you can't help but let out a shudder at the contact. "What can I do to help?"
Your stubborn shyness is still there as you shrug your shoulders and avoid eye contact, your breathing is becoming deeper as you take in the scene around the room.
Bob mimics your action, his eyes immediately falling to a figure all the way on the opposite side of the room, shrouded in darkness.
 John.
His eyes flicker golden as he takes in the familiar scrap of paper clenched in John's fist.
The note.
The note Bob wrote to him and slipped under his pillow with your panties inviting him to the club for a live show at a specific date and time.
On the table is a beer half empty, his fists clenched tight as he has his eyes trained on you.
Your debauched whine grabs Bob's attention as he snaps he eyes away from the blonde super soldier.
"You okay, honey?" He asks again and you shake your head.
"I need you, Bob." You whimper pitifully as you slide closer to him, pulling his hand between your legs and beginning to grind on his arm
Your quick movement shocks Bob, still expecting some shy resistance but it seems the aphrodisiac is in full effect now.
"C'mere, baby." He coos as he pulls you onto his lap, your back pressed against his chest as you straddle his thigh. "Take what you need."
You grips your hips tight and starts a rhythm, clenching his thigh to make it more firm for you grind on.
You fall forward slightly, eyes closing as you grip the edge of the table for stability.
Your pace slowly starts to build along with your desire, the heat in your chest becoming too much as you start to pull off your jacket.
Bob happily takes the item of clothing and places it on the duffel bag before assisting your movements.
You hump and grind deeply against Bob, not a care or single thought in your head as pleasure builds in your lower stomach. Moans fall from your mouth but quickly mix with the others around the room, the only people able to distinguish your sounds from the rest are those who have enhanced hearing.
"Gonna cum, Bob." You cry out as you reach down and tangle your fingers with his as he continues to hold your hip, your other coming up to your chest to starts pinching at your nipple, the new stimulation helping to toss you over the edge.
You fall forward with a cry of Bob's name mixed with whimpers and moans, not stopping your hips even as you feel your slick start to leak through your shorts and make a mess of the warm man underneath you.
The warmth and desire still claws at your insides and you let out a whine, your previous orgasm doing nothing to stop the pleasure you crave.
"Bob." You draw out his name in a whine. "Need more."
"You donât have to stop if you donât want to, honey." He huffs a laugh as he soothingly rubs your hips.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." You softly complain, slight worry lacing your words.
"It's probably the cocktail, baby." He leans forward and presses his body close to you and the immediate contact makes you clench around his thigh. "I'm sure watching other people getting fucked isn't helping." He whispers against your neck.
"Fuck." You start to grind your hips again, eyes scanning the room and watching couples and groups in various states of pleasure.
"You like watching them, honey?" His question is more rhetorical but you nod anyway. "Like knowing that someone out there might be watching you?"
"Uh-huh." You nod as you start to speed up your thrusts, your climax building a lot faster the second time around.
Bob helps guide your hips but you seem fine for the most part, his cock is straining against his zipper and although there is a strong urge to pull it out and fuck you over the table ,for the moment he is content with having you use him.
His eyes focus back on John, who unlike him seems to have no control over his urges. His thick cock is in his hand and he seems to be stroking it along to your pace.
A smirk covers Bob's face as he starts to bounce his thigh, the action making you cry out and throw your head back against his shoulder.
"More." You beg as you speed up the intensity of your hips. "I need more, Bob."
Bob happily reaches underneath your shirt, his shirt, and pulls your bra down so he can cup your tits in his warm hands, the added sensation making you buck harder against him.
"Yes." You arch your back and press yourself more into his hands. "Please, baby."
Bob pulls and pinches at your nipples, the action dragging more and more depraved sounds from your lips but he finds his attention being split between you and John, quite enjoying watching the super soldier fall apart at the sight of you writhing on his lap.
He knows that John can hear you, smell you and that he's close to cumming, but judging by the way he's pinching the base of his cock he might be waiting for you to cum again before he releases.
Bob is more than happy to help him with that.
"C'mon, baby." Bob encourages as he scrapes his nail over your sensitive nipple, a choked moan spilling from your lips. "Cum for me."
You let out a high pitched whine as you bring your hips down harder against his thigh, you can practically taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue and as your eyes take one last scan of the room the thing that finally tips you over the edge is the shocking sight of John on the far end of the room with his cock in his hand.
F-Fuck!" You cry out as you make eye contact with John, your legs squeezing Bob's as your orgasm tears through you.
As if waiting for you John spills over his hand, spurts of his cum hitting his stomach and the bottom of the table, and for the first time since being with Bob you actually think about what someone else's cum would taste like.
You blame the cocktail.
Unbeknownst to you Bob is completely aware of where your gaze ended up, and instead of feeling a wave of jealous his cock throbs hard in his pants, his precum starting to make a small wet patch as he fights back his own orgasm.
You slump back against Bob, the heat slowly starting to dissipate from your chest but not disappear completely.
You watch as John has some sort of post nut clarity and quickly puts his softening cock back in his pants and make a brisk exit without making eye contact.
"He came here for you, baby." Bob whispers in your ear, goosebumps pricking against your skin at the warmth of his breath.
"W-What?" You're starting to feel a tad guilty now that you're no longer filled with arousal.
"Donât play dumb." He chuckles, no malice to his words. "I told you he wants you."
"âŠI donât want him." You assure Bob.
"I know, honey." He leans forward and kisses just below your ear. "Let's go get a room."
--
You take a much needed breath as you sit on the surprisingly comfy and clean bed, thankful that the rooms are soundproof and you can finally hear yourself think.. Not that you really have much to think about.
You watch as Bob places his duffel on a nearby side table, your jacket slung over one of the chairs, as he starts to pull item after item out of the bag.
Wand vibrator, spreader bar, gag, blindfold, ropes; hell, he even pulls out some black and gold lingerie.
"I might have brought too much this time." He chuckles as he takes in your wide eyes. "Better safe than sorry." He shrugs.
He grabs the lingerie; a bra and underwear set, black with gold detailing, before holding it out for you to take.
"Go put this on, honey." He nods to the connecting bathroom. "And donât take too long."
You take the items of clothing, amazed with how soft they feel, and quickly head to the door.
It only takes you a few minutes to change, you take a quick glance at yourself in the mirror and stifle a gasp at how dilated your pupils seem to be.
There must have been a lot of alcohol in that cocktail.
When you come back out you gently place your clothes on the side table, taking note of Bob who now stands close to the bed in only his boxer briefs.
He lets out a deep groan as his eyes take in your form, lingering on your tits that are tucked snuggly into the gold threaded cups. You look so fucking good.
"C'mere, honey." He holds out his hand and you instantly go to him. "You trust me?"
"Of course." You say without hesitation.
He smiles at your devotion and leans down to kiss your forehead. "What's our safe word?"
"Mango." You smile and so does he.
"Good." He directs you closer to the bed. "Now lie down for me."
For the next few minutes he maneuvers you how he wants you, the bed already comes with restraints attached so he didnât need to bring his own. He ties your wrists to each post making sure they're not too tight but not loose enough for you to free yourself.
Next he attaches the spreader bar to your ankles before strapping them to the bed post. Your nerves are slowly starting to leave as arousal starts to fog your senses, the heat slowly starting to return to your chest.
When he stands beside the bed he's holding the gag and blindfold, a pensive look on his face.
"Are you okay?" You softy ask.
"I donât think I want to use these this time." He decides as he places them back on the table. "I want to hear you and look into your eyes when I make you cum."
You let out a small gasp that dissolves into a whine, your face scrunching up in disappointment when you can't squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the pressure.
"Sorry, baby." Bob mockingly coos at you. "I'm in control of your pleasure tonight."
You moan at his words and nod even though it wasn't a question.
Bob's eyes focus on the collar for a moment, his fingers coming up to trace over the lettering. He's lost in a trance as he eyes wander your form, your soft skin filling out the lingerie set in all the right places.
How did he get so lucky?
He stands suddenly, the action startling you a little, as he grabs the wand and flicks it on to the lowest setting just to test it.
Pleasure jolts through your lower half as the buzzing from the toy fills your ears, you bite your lip as Bob walks back over and places the toy between your legs.
"Ready, baby?" He asks, more of a courtesy then anything because at this moment you can't really say no.
You vehemently nod against the pillow, eager to get this thing going as your desire and arousal starts to build.
He places the wand on the medium setting before placing it directly over your clit, the vibrations making you cry out in pleasure at the sudden shock.
"Feel good?" He chuckles as he watches you try and fail to writhe more against the toy, his restraints far too strong for you to move even a little bit.
"So good." You moan, pussy clenching around nothing as you feel a gush of slick dribbling from your hole.
Bob lets out a groan of his own as his nostrils flare, the smell of your arousal going straight to his cock.
Once he's sure you won't be able to thrash the wand away he takes off his boxers and kneels on the bed, hand briefly stroking over your stomach causing you to let out little whimpers and whines.
"You ready?" He asks one last time as he moves to straddle your chest, his weight resting mainly on his thighs and calves but a little bit on your tits.
"Yes." You nod, eagerness filling your voice. "Please."
He lets out a small chuckle as he grabs the base of his cock, drops of precum falling onto your lips as he moves his length closer to your mouth.
"Open wide, baby." His voice turns raspy.
You instinctively open your mouth wide, ignoring the change in his tone, as you stick your tongue out and wait.
He guides his cock into your warm mouth, not stopping with just the tip, as he pushes all the way back until the head of his cock nudges against the back of your throat.
You gag around his length, mouth instantly filling with saliva. He grips both hands on your head, tangling his fingers in your hair as he begins to you use your throat.
His pace is rough and unforgiving, he completely ignores your whines as you gag and choke on his cock, seemingly only focused on his own pleasure.
He smiles down at you; but it's not his usual soft smile, nor is it the smile of a man filled with too much confidence, no this smile is mean, this smile belongs to someone else.
And yet the thought doesnât scare you like it should, instead the fear adds to the arousal, pushes you closer to your impending orgasm.
He holds your head in place as be drives his cock forward, almost far enough that your nose can touch his pelvis, but it doesnât, not yet.
It cuts off your oxygen and you can start to feel your heart throbbing in your chest, your pulse stuttering in your limbs as you gag and choke. You slightly start to panic as Bob just moans above you, eyes closed in pleasure.
You're vision starts to fade but just as you're on the brink of passing out he pulls back, your head hits the pillow with a small thud, the head of his cock resting on your lips.
You suck in a deep breath of air as you start to violently cough, spit and saliva drooling down your chin and wetting the pillow as your eyes start to burn.
He watches you, waiting for you to say it⊠Your safe word.
But you donât. Maybe you're crazy, maybe the wand buzzing on your clit and lack of oxygen is clouding your judgement but you swear you've never been this turned on before.
He decides you've had enough time to breathe, even though you're still slightly gasping for breath, as he pushes his cock back down your throat. He grabs your head again and starts using it like a fleshflight.
Pushing and pulling, holding you in place as he fucks your throat. Just using you however he pleases.
You squeeze your eyes shut, the action causing tears to stream down your face and making Bob moan at the sight, your own pleasure is building and you let out small whines of disappointment when you remember that you can't squeeze your thighs together.
That doesnât seem to matter, however, as the relentless vibrations from the wand push you over the edge.
You try to cry out but your sounds are muffled by Bob's cock, but as you cum your throat contracts around his length and he lets out a deep growl.
"Fuck!" He curses as he roughly fucks your throat. "So fuckin' tight."
You try to whimper, the wand now starting to overstimulate but you can't get your point across, and you doubt Bob would even care.
Much to your shock the sloppy sounds of Bob fucking your mouth, your face messy with spit and precum, start to reignite the fire in your lower stomach.
Your clit aches slightly, your throat is sore and you're hot all over but the depraved look in Bob's eyes keeps you going, you're slightly intrigued with how further he will go.
He suddenly pulls back, cock slipping from your mouth and you take the opportunity to gasp for air, lungs burning, he turns and reaches down, and to you horror and slight protest he turns the wand up to its highest setting.
But before you can say anything he thrusts his cock back in and starts a brutal pace.
Your sounds of pleasure and pain are muffled as you swallow down his cock, along with precum and drool, what you're unable to swallow dribbles down your chin and makes a mess on your face. Tears freely fall from your eyes, the burn in your clit becoming a little too much but somehow not enough as you feel close to cumming for the fourth time tonight.
You wrap your hands around the ropes that bind you to the bed, holding on for dear life as Bob once again stills with his cock buried down your throat, except this time he seems determined to fit his entire length inside you.
You gag and whine around his cock, trying desperately to shake your head in protest but his grip is far too strong.
You look into his eyes and watch in horror and awe as they begin to cloud over grey before turning entirely black.
This is no longer the Bob you know.
"You can take it." His voice is raspy, slightly distorted like he's trying to mimic speaking. "You will take it."
It sends chills down your spine and yet no matter how scared you feel there's still a apart of you that trusts Bob, even when he doesn't trust himself.
You feel the beginning tendrils of pleasure clawing at your abdomen, horrified that you're almost about to cum.
Bob, Void, continues to push forward; eyes never leaving yours, his pelvis so close to your nose, your eyes sting from tears and your lungs burn from lack of air flow but all that matters to the man above you is his own pleasure.
Once he's completely bottomed out he lets slip a deep growl, a sound you swear you feel vibrating in your bones, before pulling out and thrusting back in.
You suck in a deep breath through your nose, it's barely enough to keep you conscious as he fucks your throat with more vigor, now determined to cum.
He holds your head back against the pillow and leans over you, one hand comes up to rest on the headboard as the other holds you in place. He begins to fuck your mouth again, this position mimicking the way he would fuck your cunt.
With deep thrusts he pulls almost all the way back and surges forward, you realise that at this angle he's able to fuck your throat with less resistance.
Sweat causes his hair to stick to his face and you watch mesmerized as he bites his lip and drives his hips forward, his eyes continuing to stay a solid black.
The violent buzzing on your clit make you gasp out in shock and slight pain, you momentarily forgot about the wand but now it's all you're able to focus on the closer you teeter to the edge.
Your stomach clenches and your eyes roll back as another climax forces its way through you.
Your throat once again contracting around his length triggers his own orgasm and Bob ends up spilling down your throat with a distorted groan, the headboard slightly cracking with how tight his grip on it is.
You choke and splutter as the cum you can't swallow dribbles out the corners of your mouth, slowing descending down your face to the sheets.
When he finally pulls out you're a mess, both physically and emotionally.
Your face is sticky with spit, cum and tears, your clit is starting to throb with over stimulation and no matter how much you try to suck in air your lungs still burn.
Bob, however, seems to be in perfect spirits as he slides down your chest and torso before leaning down to lick all of his mess from your face.
Thankfully his jostling managed to knock the wand away from your clit and you let out a relieved sigh as fresh tears soak your cheeks.
Bob happily licks them away, he then cleans the saliva/cum mixture, not leaving even a drop as he opens your mouth with his thumb and spits it back in.
You moan at the action but the sound is silenced as he leans in and slots his lips against yours. The kiss is hard and angry, Bob, Void, only using you to get his own pleasure as he bites down hard on your bottom lip, moaning as he licks the small droplets of your blood into his mouth.
You hiss into his mouth, the sting making you pull away slightly but he doesnât seem to care as he drags his lips down to your throat, just below the collar and starts to suck.
He doesnât move away until he's successfully bruised your skin, finishing the action with a sharp bite of his teeth, chuckling deeply when you let out a whimper of pain.
He then moves down to your chest, eying your tits hungrily before he pulls harshly at the soft material of the bra, not stopping until it tears away from your skin. You cry out at the burn of the fabric, the straps leaving red welts around your shoulders.
"Poor baby." He cruelly mocks as leans down and kisses the reddening skin.
He moves back to your chest and dives straight in, taking a mouthful of the fat above your nipple and biting down, once again not moving until a bruise has formed.
He continues to trail his mouth down your body, littering your ribs and stomach with bruises in the shape of his teeth, not stopping until your skin is a mixture of purple and red.
Once he's satisfied with that you notice his cock is hard and leaking again. You honestly donât know if you'll survive tonight.
He slides down between your legs and tears away your panties with ease, thankfully the material was thinner than the bra and didnât hurt at all.
The relief you temporally felt earlier is ripped away from you as Bob places the head of the wand back over your sensitive clit.
"No!" You whine, you try to move and thrash but the binds are too tight. "Please take it off, it hurts."
Black eyes glare into your watery ones and with quick movement he brings a hand down harshly against your tits.
You curse and cry out as the sting burns against your nipple.
"You donât tell me what to do!" He berates as he slaps your other breast, the hit was just as hard but you're prepared for this one so you donât cry out as much.
"M'sorry!" You sob. "It just hurts a little." You try to reason.
"If you donât like it you know what to do." He instructs, voice still staticy. "Until then I'm in control of your pleasure and your pain."
He pinches both your nipples harshly between his fingers and you bite down on your lip to try and stifle the mewling groans, instead you let out a hiss as your teeth reopen the small cut on your bottom lip.
Like a shark in the ocean his attention immediately snaps to your mouth, the iron in your blood filling his senses and making him lean down.
He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue flicking over the wound as he drinks down the coppery taste with a pleased groan.
"You taste so sweet." His eyes close briefly in pleasure but he quickly snaps them open when you let out a small gasp.
He kneels now between your legs as he grabs the wand and presses it more firmly against your clit, the action making you sob and whimper, your reaction only seeming to spur him on further.
You hiss slightly as he begins to drag his fingers through your folds, the obscene sound of your slick fills your ears as he rubs his hand side-to-side over your pussy, spreading your wetness around and making a mess of the sheets.
"I've never seen you this wet before." He comments in awe as he continues to play with your slick folds.
Without warning, but at this point you're no longer really shocked by the cruel things he does, he lines four fingers up with your hole and pushes them inside.
You wince and grunt out at the sting, there's little resistance due to how wet you are but it still burns without any proper prep.
The slick wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into your pussy, the cruel vibrations form the toy and the feeling of being over stuffed make your stomach clench as he drags another slightly painful orgasm from you.
You choke on your moans as you cum around his fingers, pain now more present then the pleasure as more slick gushes around his hand.
He finally decides to take pity on you and pulls the wand and his hand away, the instant relief making you shake softly as tears stream down your face. You've never been this overstimulated⊠or aroused.
A few minutes pass as you catch your breath, Bob's hand rests on your thigh and it takes a second for the blood to stop rushing in your ears long enough that you hear the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin.
You crane your head down as much as you can, inhaling deeply as you watch Bob, Void, stroking his cock, eyes trained on your wet, tear soaked face as he quickens his pace.
Despite everything, the pain, the stinging, the burning, the aching, you once again feel the faint pulse of arousal throbbing through your abused clit.
"Please cum." Your voice is completely wrecked from the crying and moaning, but it causes his rhythm to stutter.
His black eyes look into yours as he picks up his pace, hand squeezing his length as he teases the tip and finally with a deep groan he spills his seed all over your thighs and the blanket.
He quickly scoops it up and pushes his finger into your mouth, making sure you swallow it all down.
Your head falls back as the strain starts to make your neck ache, you take a deep breath and hope your heart rate will slow down soon.
You donât know how long you end up staring at the ceiling but you snap to attention when you feel Bob starting to undo the restraints on your lower half.
Once the ropes and spreader bar are removed from your ankles he moves to your wrists, warmth fills your chest when you notice his eyes are no longer black but instead are a brilliant shining gold.
You would prefer if you just had your regular Bob but after your intense session with the Void you don't mind seeing Sentry.
Once completely free he takes the time to gently rub over your aching muscles, massaging deeply until the pain starts to fade.
He wordlessly sits you up before leaving to go to the bathroom and returning moments later with a glass of water.
"Drink." He instructs and there's not room for argument.
You take large gulps, throat stinging every time you take a sip but you're so thirsty you push the pain aside until the cup is entirely empty.
"More?" His voice is deep but there's concern there.
"No thank you." Your voice is rough but it's much better than it was before.
He places the cup down on the night stand and sits behind you before pulling you back to lean against his chest.
"Let me know when you're ready to go again."
You let out a shuddering breath at the implication that the night is not yet over, but as Bob's hands slowly start to rub soothingly up and down the lengths of your arms you find yourself getting more interested in what Sentry might have in store.
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If the clock on the wall is anything to go by you've been cuddled up with Bob for a little over twenty minutes, there's still a faint warmth in your chest and the sting and ache in your lower half has almost receded.
The room is mostly silent, every now and again you can hear the faint muffled moans of the other patrons but it's mainly a distant hum.
You let out a pleased sigh as you make eye contact with Bob, Sentry, in the large standing mirror attached to the wall across from the bed, there's a small playful smirk on his face as he nuzzles his nose against your shoulder.
A small gasp slips past your lips when you feel his very prominent bulge digging into your lower back, a warm chuckle leaves his mouth as you instinctively press back against it.
Wordlessly he slides his hands down from where they rest on your arms and cups your tits before squeezing them lightly.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closing in pleasure as you let out a small moan.
"Open them, little one." His voice is soft and deep making you snap your eyes back open almost immediately. "Want you to watch."
You find yourself nodding along to his words, a soft moan slipping from your lips as his fingers trace over the bruises left behind from the Void.
Slowly he lifts his legs from where they rest besides yours and moves them to the inside between your legs before spreading them apart with little resistant, a gasp of shock leaving your mouth at the action.
With his left hand he slowly traces it down your stomach, your body clenching slightly at the small ticklish sensation, as he makes his way to your swollen clit.
The sting and pain has all but gone, slight remnants being left over. You're sure you're gonna feel it tomorrow. But that's a problem for future you.
When the warm pads of his fingers make contact with your aching bud you shudder and buck slightly in his hold causing a growl to slip from his lips.
"Stay still, little one." He wraps his other hand tightly against your chest, pressing you back against him, meanwhile his legs make quick work of restraining yours. "Be a good girl for me."
"S-Sorry." You pitifully apologise. You so desperately want to be a good girl for him.
With two skilled fingers he rubs around your clit on either side before lowering his hand and using his fingers to spread your damp folds.
Moans spill from your lips as the cool air hits your quivering hole, the feeling quickly replaced by Bob rubbing his fingers through your slick and bringing it back to your sensitive bud to make it a little less painful for you.
You watch intently at your reflections, gasping and whining as you see your pussy clench against nothing, your thighs are damp with your slick and the sheets are no longer clean.
You find yourself mesmerized with the two glowing eyes watching your pussy in the mirror, his mouth slightly agape as he circles his pointer finger over your clit, the bud glistening in the low light of the room.
Pleasure is mounting in your abdomen as electricity pulses through your core, Bob starts to speed up his finger before adding a second, the action making you inhale deeply.
"Feels so good." You gasp, finding it more and more difficult to keep your hips still, especially as Bob slowly starts to gyrate his hips against your back.
"You're so fucking pretty." His voice is raw, honest. The conviction in his tone makes you blush and bite your lip. "No, donât do that." He gently scolds. "I want to hear your sounds."
Your lip falls from between your teeth, thankfully the small wound not breaking open at the action, and you let a string of whimpers and moans slip free.
Just as you feel yourself on the brink of yet another orgasm Bob suddenly pushes you forward slightly and quickly gets to his feet and before you can say anything he picks you up like you weight nothing; because to him you probably do, and brings you over closer to the mirror before pushing you to your knees.
When he has you in his preferred position, doggy style with you facing the mirror, he lines himself up skillfully behind you before plunging forward and completely sheathing himself inside your sopping wet pussy.
Your eyes widen at the stretch, never truly getting used to his size, but your mouth drops open as groans and high pitched whines fall out.
"That's it, little one." He moans from behind you, hand softly landing on the fat of your ass cheek. "Watch yourself as I take you, take what's mine."
Your eyes are trained on yourself, a small blush creeping up your cheeks at how depraved you look; body covered in bruises, collar around your neck, dry tear streaks on your cheeks, slick thighs and eyes so dilated they're practically black.
But the way Bob moans from above you, the way his hands tightly grip your hips as he drinks in the sight of you, his eyes glowing and cock throbbing inside you. You've never felt more beautiful, more loved.
Fuck you love him so much.
"You're always so tight." He grunts as he snaps forward, your knees slightly burning as you slide a little against the carpeted floor. "You were made for me⊠This pussy was made for me!"
You nod and mewl at his words fully believing that you're entire purpose in this life is to be his.
With on hand tightly gripping your hip, helping to hold you in place as he fucks roughly into you, the other reaches forward and hovers around the collar around your neck. His fingers lightly tracing the leather before he hooks two fingers in the band and tugs back.
Your head snaps back and you let out a strained moan as the angle slightly cuts off your air flow.
"Look at you." He instructs, voice deep and breathless. "Look how well you take me."
At this angle you can just barely see your reflection but you have a perfect view of Bob's.
He's panting heavily, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he watches your tits sway at the rough pacing of his thrusts. His hair is damp with sweat, sticking to the edges of his face as beads start to track down his cheeks before dripping to the floor.
He looks so fucking good like this.
The more he gets lost in the passion of it all the more he starts to pull on the collar and eventually you're gasping for breath as the metal letters dig into the soft skin of your throat.
"Fuck." Bob curses, finding your predicament more arousing then concerning.
The more your lungs start to burn the more your limps start to shake, shadows start to cloud your vision but before you fully collapse he lets go of the collar, your head instantly snaps forward as you suck in air.
"Good girl." He praises as places his hand on your shoulder, grip tight and warm.
You preen at the praise, your pussy clenching around his length making his hips suddenly snap forward.
"M'close, little one." He growls. "You ready to cum?"
"Ye-es!" You cry out as his cock hits something deep inside you that has you briefly seeing stars.
"That's my girl." He grunts as he focuses on hitting that spongy spot inside you, tip of his cock battering over it repeatedly.
You pant breathlessly at the near overwhelming sensation, your breath fogging up the glass of the mirror as a string of mewls and moans slip past your lips.
"Cum for me, little one." He groans, grip tightening on your hip. "Make me proud."
With one last thrust of his hips you fall forward, head thrown to the side as you let out a loud shriek of pleasure, you can faintly hear Bob moaning behind you but you pay it no mind as your front half collapses into the carpet as you breath heavy, whines and whimpers falling from your mouth with every breath.
What you didnât realise as you were being thrown over the edge was how your pussy squeezed and contracted around Bob's length before a large amount of slick gushed from your trembling hole, soaking both his and your thighs.
The action makes Bob follow you over the edge, his eyes glowing impossibly bright as the dim lights start to flicker in the room.
You moan softly as you feel him empty inside you, his cock lightly throbbing against your walls has you softly clenching and dragging a rough groan from his lips.
You're not sure how long you lie there, face down, back arched in the carpet just trying to catch your breath, but sudden movement in the mirror catches your attention before you let out a small hiss as Bob pulls out.
"I'm sorry, honey." His voice is soft and you let out loud sigh of relief at the sound.
It's Bob. Regular Bob. Your Bob.
"C'mon, let's get you back up on the bed." He gets to his feet and helps you stand, being slow and gentle with his movements.
A smile breaks across your face when you see the blue of his eyes.
When you're back on the bed he places you in the middle before hovering above you, making sure not too put too much pressure on your body.
As he looks over your body and the marks he left behind a small amount of guilt flashes in his eyes, but there's a much more prominent look of satisfaction.
Slowly and carefully he leans down and rubs his nose against yours as your lips slightly touch.
"You look so beautiful, honey." He voice is a soft whisper, breath warm against your face.
"Not as beautiful as you." You smile.
He closes the small distance and brings his lips to yours, swallowing your small sighs of pleasure.
And that's all that happens for the next half an hour; Bob kissing you softly, his fingers tracing your body causing goosebumps and soft sounds to fall from your lips, his mouth kissing and sucking marks on your neck.
Eventually you start to feel the familiar warmth in your chest, a pleasant throb pulsing through your pussy and an undeniable urge for Bob to be back inside you.
"Please, Bob." Your voice is soft, your eyes pleading with his but you donât need to beg.
"I'm here." He assures you. "I'll give you what you need."
Your heart clenches in your chest and you donât think you'll be able to stop yourself this time⊠Not that you really want to.
"âŠIâŠ" You start, looking deeply into his bright blue eyes. "⊠I love you, Bob." You swallow thickly as you nervously wait for his reaction.
But you're not waiting long.
It's the quickest you've ever seen him move, a large smile blooming on his face before he's presses his lips against yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth.
His hands come up to cradle your head as he deepens the kiss, his lower half slowly starting to grind against yours as his cock rocks over your aching clit.
You moan into his mouth and he greedily swallows it down before letting out a moan of his own.
He reluctantly pulls back, breathless but with a dopey love struck smile lighting up his face.
"Fuck." He gasps. "You know I love you too, right?" He asks urgently, just now realising he never technically said it back.
"I do now." You blush, tears stinging the corner of your eyes.
"I always have." He admits. "From the first time I saw you."
"It's true!" His voice is earnest as he continues. "From the second you told Walker to 'fuck off' in Val's vault I was a goner."
Your smile is so large your cheeks start to burn but you donât care, this is the happiest you've ever been.
"You're perfect." You huff a small laugh, chest warm and filled with love.
"So are you." His voice is soft, but soon a cheeky grin slides onto his face. "Even if you are a pervert."
"Excuse me?" You laugh and slap his chest. "That's a little hypocritical."
"You're the one that followed me and secretly sucked my dick!" He laughs.
"Bob!" You cover your reddening face, embarrassment taking over.
"Hey, now." He coos as he pulls your hands away. "I never said it was a bad thing."
You bite your lip and look at him shyly, the embarrassment slowly fading.
"Besides, you're right." He agrees. "I'm just as bad as you. I can't even count how many times I used to listen to you fuck yourself late at night when you thought everyone was asleep."
"What?!" You look up at him with wide eyes at his casual admittance.
"Every night like clockwork." He nods as he thinks back to those nights. "You'd pull your little pink vibrator out from your drawer, stick some earphones in, watch some basic porn and fuck yourself silly."
"Oh my god!" You hide your face again.
You're not even mad but it is a shock.
"I sometimes could hear you from my room." He continues. "But mostly I'd come stand by your door and fuck my fist like a horny teenager."
At that image you feel your pussy clench as you gently buck up against his hard cock.
"You like that?" He asks, smirk on his face as he grinds down against you.
"Fuck, uh-huh." You nod and meet his thrusts with your own.
"I'm gonna fuck you now." He promises as he leans down and pecks the side of your mouth. "Gonna fill you up."
You let out a small gasp at his words and the feeling over his cock catching against your clit.
"Youâfuck, you already have." Your voice starts to take on a more whiny tone the more he grinds against you.
He leans down completely now, full weight pressed against you as he whispers in your ear. "Wanna make sure it sticks."
He sucks a mark under your ear, against your pulse point as you mewl at his words.
"Gonna fuck my baby into you." He groans, deep and raw into your skin. "Keep you nice and round so everyone knows who you belong to."
"Bob, fuck." You whine, hands coming up to tightly grip his shoulders.
The idea of being bred by Bob has shivers going down your spine. You're not sure if it's all talk but at this point you donât care.
"Like that, baby?" He snaps his hips harshly forward with a grunt. "Wanna be completely mine?"
"Yes, Bob!" You whimper breathlessly. "Wanna be yours, want your baby⊠please fuck me."
Wordlessly Bob pulls back and lines up with your slick entrance, he leans down to capture your cries as he drives forward, not stopping until he's buried to the hilt inside you.
You're whines are muffled by his lips, his tongue taking advantage of your open mouth and sliding in against yours.
He starts a harsh rhythm, wasting no time in making his fantasy a reality.
You hold on to him for dear life as he rocks against you, each thrust pushing you a bit further up the bed. You buck up to meet his thrusts, desire clawing at your insides along with a desperate need to cum.
When Bob breaks the kiss you both pant breathlessly against each others mouths, sharing oxygen as your whine and moan.
"Fuck, I love you." Bob groans against your cheek, lips warm and wet as he presses his declaration into your skin. "Love you so much⊠all mine."
You nod and moan, curses and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you whine out his name.
"No one will take you from me now." He promises, his rhythm becoming more erratic as he fucks harder into you. "You'll be mine forever, fuck, keep you so full... always."
You claw at his shoulder, your orgasm fast approaching the more he moans his possessive thoughts against your skin, wanting nothing more than to belong to him forever.
"Bob!" You suddenly cry out as he knocks against something inside you. "M'gonna cum!"
Not even seconds after your warning are you throwing your head back into the pillow as white takes over your vision and you wrap your legs around his waist, successfully holding him to you.
Bob's moan is deep in your ear as it vibrates through your chest, your orgasm triggering his as he bottoms out against you and paints your inside with his seed.
His hips stutter against yours, a mindless action as he instinctively tries to push his cum closer to your womb.
His words are illegible in your ear, you can make out your name followed by praises every so often but it's hard to hear over you gasping for breath.
As you calm down, your legs drop from around Bob's waist, you gently comb your fingers through his damp hair as he lets out soft sounds of pleasure into your shoulder before slumping down more comfortably against you.
"Love you." He mumbles tiredly against your skin, placing a soft final kiss.
"I love you too, sweetheart." He place your head against his and hold him close.
A sudden wave of affection fills your chest as you look around the room.
Warnings: (MDNI 18+) Fem!Reader, No Use Of Y/N, Unprotected Sex, Come Play, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism
A/N: Just. Reminder that both You and Bob are toxic and this is an unhealthy relationship. But itâs also fictional so carry on.
WC: 8.8k
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After using John's shower, where Bob insisted he fuck you again, you decided to order a pizza and relax for the night.
As Bob left to go make the order you quickly tried your hardest to clean John's room, wiping down surfaces and straightening up. You know Bob wants to prove a point with the super soldier but now that you have post nut clarity youâre very embarrassed and would rather John not know what happened.
When you finally reach the common room you let out a soft noise followed by a mumbled "what the heck" as you take in your surroundings, your heart swelling with so much adoration.
The lights are off and there are a few candles spread about the room, illuminating it in a soft warm light; and in the center near the coffee table stands Bob, the undeniable love of your life.
"You like it?" His voice is sheepish as he plays with his finger nervously.
"It's wonderful." You smile, bottom lip quivering along with unshed tears.
"It's not much but we haven't really had a date or time to ourselves, you know?"
"Bob, it's perfect." You walk over to him and give him a gentle peck on the lips before rubbing your thumb over his reddening cheeks.
It's hard to believe that this shy man is the same guy who was just fucking his cum into you in John's shower half an hour ago.
Bob looks into your eyes, caught in a trance as he leans down to kiss you again but the buzzing of the intercom interrupts you both, the security officer at the front desk letting you know the pizza has arrived.
"Paper scissors rock who gets the pizza?" He playfully asks.
You push lightly against his chest and he gently sways back at the contact. "I'll get it." You huff a laugh. "You get the plates and drinks from the kitchen."
"You got it, boss." He smirks before you both go your separate ways.
--
The evening feels like its passing way too fast, the box of left over pizza sits on the coffee table as you and Bob lean back against the base of the couch, the carpet turning out to be quite comfortable to sit on.
At some point Bob grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over your legs before pulling you into his chest and rubbing his hands soothingly over your back.
Two or three movies later you find you're barely able to stay awake so instead of forcing yourselves to walk the distance back to your room you decide to crawl onto the couch and fall asleep there, you on your back and Bob cuddled up in your chest.
In the early hours of the morning Bob wakes up, his mouth dry and sticky so he slowly and gently untangles himself from your arms, careful not to disturb you from your much needed rest.
On instinct he grabs the leftover pizza, the empty cups and paper plates and takes them to the kitchen; he'll take care of them tomorrow but at least they're out of the way.
He fills a large glass up with water, just in case you wake up thirsty, and brings it back to the dark common room. Thanks to the serum he sees a lot better at night, but he also has a lot of practice walking around the Tower in pitch blackness on the nights he couldnât sleep.
He doesnât seem to have that problem now that he spends all of his nights with you.
He silently places the cup on the coffee table before deciding to just watch you sleep, realising that watching you is one of his favourite things to do, whether you're awake or not.
Your breathing is almost silent but every few minutes or so you make cute little sounds, soft and sweet. He can only hope you're dreaming of him. He wishes there was a way he could crawl into your dreams and spend all his time with you.
It shouldnât be too hard really, he can already access people's inner thoughts and memories if he really tries so there's no reason he wouldnât be able to sneak into your subconscious.
But he'll save that for another time, you just look so peaceful.
With gentle and practiced ease he pulls back the thin blanket and slides back into his previous position, though this time instead of placing his full weight on you he stays to the side and cuddles up to you, head still resting on your chest.
After what feels like an eternity Bob lets out a quite groan, frustration clawing at his insides as he finds himself unable to sleep. All though fatigue pulls at him he's completely awake.
He nuzzles into your chest more, a little bummed he didnât have the forethought to ask you to take your tank top and shorts off and sleep naked, finding he prefers to sleep skin to skin, even if you both do wake up covered in sweat.
His fingers mindlessly play with the edge of your top, fingertips dipping underneath the fabric and grazing your abdomen every few seconds. He tries counting sheep, and other techniques his therapist has taught him but nothing is working.
The best remedy for his insomnia has always been an orgasm, even before the serum he found that stroking one out before bed always managed to take the edge off.
But for once he doesnât want to disturb you. You've both been through a lot this week and after this afternoon he knows you're tired.
But the more he lies awake, thinking of you and feeling your warmth, the harder his cock gets. His length straining against the material of his sweats as precum dampens the fabric.
He doesnât have to wake you up to cum, does he?
With slow deliberate movements he takes the hand that was playing with your top and slides it down to the waistband of his pants, eyes never leaving your face as he watches for any sign that he's woken you.
When he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, he lets out a small hiss, his eyes closing in pleasure at the warm contact.
He moves his leg slightly so he can gain better access and not disturb you too much as he begins a slow pace.
He runs his thumb over the tip and spreads his precum down his length, he usually doesnât mind the burn of jerking his cock dry but he wants this to be quick.
He bites his lip to stifle a moan, the slick wet sounds of his fist on his cock spurring him on. He nuzzles into your chest and without thinking sticks his tongue out to lick over your nipple.
He mentally scolds himself but watches in awe as your nipples start to harden, the sensitive nubs poking out through the thin material of your tank top.
The restraint Bob has is starting to break the more he strokes himself, his hips starting to meet his hand half way as he gently thrusts forward. He leans more into you now, an eagerness filling his chest as he flicks his tongue out and swipes over your hardened bud.
You make a soft sound from above him but show no indication of waking up. He decides to go a little further and sucks the nub into his warm mouth, teeth gently biting down to hold it in place as he rolls his tongue over your nipple, dampening the fabric.
You're making more noises now, breathless whimpers but still you donât stir from your sleep.
Bob abandons his cock momentarily as he rearranges himself, turning more on his stomach and bringing his legs around yours to straddle your thigh.
He pulls down the neckline of your tank top until your left breast falls out and brings his hand down to push past the band of your sleep shorts.
He reattaches himself to your chest and begins to harshly suckle at your sensitive nipple, moaning around the nub when his hand makes contact with your wet folds.
You're completely soaked.
With practiced movements he slides his fingers over your clit before delving lower, he traces a finger teasingly over your hole before pushing two fingers inside until his palms rests flat against your clit.
With the sudden intrusion you startle beneath Bob, hands coming up to wrap around his back and hold him close to your chest, you're so used to waking up like this that you no longer question it.
"Fuck, baby." Your voice is groggy from sleep and Bob feels a little bad⊠but not enough to stop and apologise.
"Couldnât sleep." His whine is muffled by the mouthful of your breast he's currently sucking on. "Didn't mean to disturb you, m'sorry."
"It's okay, swe-sweetheart." You deeply inhale as Bob crooks his fingers inside you, the feeling dragging you closer and closer to a sleepy release.
With you now awake Bob doesnât hold back on the moans he lets out against your skin as he messily sucks at your nipple, saliva and spit starting to pool and soak into the material of your top.
He speeds up his hand; his palm sending a pleasurable jolt through you every time it hits against your clit, he tries to match the pace of his stuttering hips with his fingers but the overwhelmingly tug of his oncoming climax is making it harder and harder for him to focus on trivial things like pacing.
He wraps his thighs tightly around your leg and humps hard and deep against you, the vibration of his grunts sending sparks to your lower abdomen.
"M'close, baby." You pant breathlessly, hands holding tight against Bob, not wanting even an inch of space between your bodies.
Bob doesnât respond, not with his words at least, but he does bite down on your nipple, hard enough to leave a circle of teeth marks on the skin, making you hiss and whine.
He continues to finger fuck you with such a harsh ferocity, something you're not used to unless he's actually fucking you, but it manages to push you over the edge.
You arch your back as loud moans and whimpers fall from your lips, not holding back the sounds of pleasure knowing youâre completely alone in the Tower.
As you ride out your high you squeeze Bob's fingers so tight he's unable to move them inside you, the grip of your walls so strong. That paired with you breathlessly whimpering his name has him quickly following after you.
With one last harsh snap of his hips he stills against you as he cums, white flashing behind his eyes as he hot breathe stutters against your nipple.
He continues to let out small whines as he empties his balls in his sweats, knowing he's going to be sleeping in his mess makes him twitch as cum still leaks out of his cock.
You gently run your fingers through Bob's damp hair, helping his come down as he breathes heavily against you, his hips starting to grind a little as he takes advantage of the soft pleasure you're giving him.
Without him removing his fingers you still manage to drift off to sleep, feeling warm and fuzzy as Bob still quietly whimpers into your chest.
--
The next morning you're violently woken by the sounds of the tv, the sudden noise causing you to sit up and push poor Bob off your body, you wince slightly as you hear a thump as he body hits the ground.
"What the fuck!" You gasp as you scan the room and your eyes land on a smiling Alexei, Bob's groan filling your ears moments later as he sits up rubbing his head slightly.
"Morning!" Alexei laughs as he reclines comfortably in the chair, still wearing his tarnished Red Guardian suit with a small cut above his eye and with a plate of the left over pizza from last night resting on his lap.
"M'sorry, sweetheart." You send a quick glare to Alexei before turning your attention to Bob, flinging your legs off the side of the couch and gently holding his shoulders to steady him.
He looks up at you with sleepy confusion, eyes squinting in the light thatâs streaming in through the windows, hand still gently rubbing the side of his head where it must've hit the ground.
He doesnât seem too affected by the noise Alexei made and you're confident he probably could have slept right through it.
"What happened?" His voice is soft and groggy and it sends pangs of affection straight to your chest, which thankfully is fully clothed.
Bob must have had the forethought to fix you both up at some point during the night. You're glad you deciding against sleeping naked.
"Alexei happened." That's all the explanation you need, you ignore the hearty chuckle coming from the Russian super soldier as you soothingly rub your thumb on Bob's shoulder.
"Okay." He mumbles, managing a soft nod as he gets on his knees and scoots forward between your legs, wrapping his arms around your midsection and resting his head on your lap.
He closes his eyes and you know if you donât act fast he'll fall asleep like that and you really donât think you have the heart to wake him again.
"Aww." Alexei coo is over exaggerated but you know it's genuine as he takes in the sight of you and Bob. "You're his person."
"His person?" You question.
"Like soulmate, but more than romance and love." He states. "You are extension of him, his person."
You look down at Bob, soft sounds already slipping from his mouth as he's managed to fall back asleep. You heart swells and you can feel the declaration on your tongue, but you'd rather wait to say that, somewhere special. Somewhere with less Russians.
--
You allow Bob to sleep in the unnatural position for another half an hour as you silently watch some cop show with Alexei, quite enjoying his random commentary. Your fingers gently card through Bob's hair, being careful to untangle any knots.
When the episode ends you softy rub Bob's back before shaking his shoulder and after a few attempts his eyes finally open and he lets out a loud yawn.
"Mm.. What time is it?" He sleepy asks as he nuzzles into your stomach.
"Time to get up." You chuckle as you try and fail to remove him from you, but just like an octopus as you remove one limb the other reattaches itself to you. "C'mon, Bob."
"âŠNo." You can hear the smile in his voice. "Comfy."
"Too bad." You giggle as you continue to playful push and pull at him, all in vain. You let out a small huff before leaning down closer to his ear. "If you get up now you can come and shower with me."
And like he's suddenly been hit with an electric shock his up on his feet in record time, hand reaching down and snatching yours as he pulls you up.
Alexei lets out a whistle as he watches Bob drag you a way, the warmth form his laugh following you down the halls until you make it back to your room.
Once inside Bob lets go of your hand and starts stripping as he moves closer to the bathroom, always so eager to be naked and wet with you.
Unfortunately you're not undressing fast enough for him because once he's fully naked he lets out an unsatisfied huff as he notices you've only taken off your shorts.
"C'mon." He groans as he stands in front of you and grabs the hem of your tank top and pulls it up your torso, usually when he undresses you he likes to take his time, tease himself. But right now he has a goal.
Once the top is off he drops it to the floor and makes quick work of your underwear, watching as it pools around your ankles.
"Slow down, sweetheart." You chuckle as he grabs your hand again and starts to pull.
"I could've ripped them off but you keep scolding me for doing that." He smiles as he flicks the bathroom light on.
"Yeah, cause I'm running out of clothes." You responds as he turns the knobs of the shower and waits for it to reach your preferred temperature.
"Then you could wear my clothes." He shrugs. "I'd love that." He says the last part quietly.
You lay your forehead against Bob's back, a smile on your face as your free hand trails over his naked hip, a soft huff of laughter escaping your lips when he slightly trembles at the touch.
When he's satisfied with the temperature he steps under the stream and pulls you with him, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the warm spray of the water.
Without being asked or prompted Bob happily sinks to his knees in front of you, his hands coming up to rest on your hips so he can move you into any positions if he needs.
Your back is to the spray of the water and it does wonders to the tight muscles in your shoulders and back.
Bob carefully lifts your right leg and places it over his shoulder before nuzzling closer to the warmth between your thighs, you brace your hand against the slick tile of the shower wall as you hold yourself steady, your breath starting to pick up as you watch Bob with eagerness.
You donât have to wait long before he leans forward and swipes his tongue over your glistening folds, wet with a mixture of the shower and your own slickness.
You gasp lowly and he flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit before repeating the entire action, only this time he pushes his tongue through your folds and gathers your wetness on his tongue before he softly suckles on your sensitive bud.
With your free hand you bring it down to his hair, already soaked and sticking to his face, as you use some force to push him more against your quivering hole, desperation fueling your movements.
Bob groans into your pussy, loving when you take control, as he allows himself to be used as a tool for your pleasure.
You gently start grinding your hips forward, holding Bob's head in place as you cover his chin and mouth in your slick.
"Stick out your tongue." Your voice is desperate and soft but there's a force behind it, a tone that won't allow Bob to say no.
He whines against your skin but happily follows your orders, his eyes are hooded and clouded with pleasure but he watches you intently waiting for whatever you ask next.
With the flat of his tongue you grind harder against him, moaning loudly every time the tip of his nose makes contact with your clit, his grunts and moans send shocks of pleasure to your core and if you're not careful you're going to cum way too fast.
You slow down your hips and loosen your grip on Bob's head but he lets out disgruntled groan as he glares up at you, mumbling as soft 'no' as he pushes his face forward until he all but smothers himself in your cunt.
"Bob!" You scold, a gasp leaving your mouth at the contact, you grip his hair and try to pull him back but he's far too stubborn as he begins to lick between your folds, tip of his tongue teasing the rim of your hole.
You try to clench back your impending orgasm, not wanting to cum yet, and in the heat of the moment your grab a handful of Bob's hair and snap his head back, his burning glare of disapproval igniting something in your gut as you pull your hand off the wall as strike him across the face. The wet slap echoing off the walls of the bathroom as his face snaps to the side.
You instantly let go and apologies immediately start forming on your tongue but Bob lets out the most debauched sound youâve ever heard as he turns back to face you, an almost silent gasp leaving your mouth at the red mark on his cheek.
But you'd be lying if you said it didnât make your pussy clench at the sight.
"Again." He begs, glare gone from his eyes and replaced with something more desperate. "Please⊠please."
His words are soft and you know that you've most likely triggered something depraved in him, something that could possibly be traced back to his childhood trauma but arousal clouds your judgement and the slight wobble to his lips as his eyes fill with unshed tears control your next action as you bring your hand back and land another blow to his cheek.
His moan is louder this time, his hand on your hip gripping so hard there will definitely be a bruise later but you cant find it within you to care right now.
All the guilt you previously felt dissipates as a single tear falls from his eye, this alone should make you stop everything but you're both too far gone to care about right and wrong, healthy and unhealthy.
"Apologise, Bob." Your voice is stern and he whimpers at the sound, his cock jolting against his stomach at your command. "Apologise and I might let you cum."
"I'm sorry!" Even with his voice slightly raised it's muffled against the spray of the shower. "I-I just wanted to taste you⊠s'your fault, you taste so good⊠so sweet."
You pinch his cheek, hot and red under your fingers, you squeeze hard to make him stop his rambling and he lets out a desperate moan.
"Donât blame me for you being so pathetic, Robert." You scold. "It's not my fault you're such an untrained whore."
Inside you wonder if youâve gone too far but judging by how his eyes roll back and a drawn out groan slips passed his lips you know he's enjoying himself⊠a lot.
You wonder if you can make him cum with just your words alone.
"What are you, baby?" You ask, a cruel mocking taking over your voice, something you've learnt from him, from Sentry.
"M'a whore." He whines, eyes snapping open as you tug at his cheek.
"Whose whore are you, Bob?" You let go of his face and you swear he seems a little sad at the loss of contact, but your leg is still over his shoulder and with one hand in his hair you really need to hold the wall just in case you slip.
"Yours!" His response is immediate as he groans. "I'm your whore. All yours."
You let go of the handful of his hair and gently stroke his unmarred cheek, he happily closes his eyes and nuzzles into the warm contact.
"Gonna make me cum, baby?" You coo. "Gonna be a good boy for me?"
He whines and nods at your words, a barely audible response falling from his lips. "I'll be good⊠so good, I promise."
With that confirmation you grab the back of his head and push him back in between your legs, your head dropping to the side as he instinctively sticks out his tongue for you to grind on.
Thankfully by now your orgasm has receded a bit and you'll be able to use his face a little more before you make a mess of it.
You dig your heel into his back as you hold him against your pussy, keeping him in place as you grind against his face, his tongue teasing your hole with each thrust and his nose sending jolts of pleasure to your core.
"Fuck me, baby." You gasp, eyes closing as the pleasure once again begins to build. "Need your tongue inside me."
Bob eagerly complies as he nuzzles forward and flicks his tongue once, twice over the rim before flexing the muscle and pushing forward until the lower half of his face is completely buried between your thighs.
"Fuck!" You curse as you arch your back, hand holding him in place as he swipes his tongue against your inner walls. "Just like that, baby."
Bob groans into your pussy, his eyes closing at the sweet taste of your slick as he drinks it down. He rubs his thumb over your hip as the other one grips your thigh; the thigh that rests on his shoulder.
"Straighten your tongue out, sweetheart." You breathlessly command. "Be a good boy and let me use that mouth of yours."
He nods slightly and lets out a groan as he follows your orders, feeling a warmth in his chest as he lets go out all his control and lets you take over.
You pull his head back until only the tip of his tongue remains inside you before thrusting his head forward, groans and whimpers slipping from your mouth as his tongue spears inside you. Even though it's nowhere as long and thick as his cock, it's warm and spongy and the intimacy and control of the whole act causes a spark to ignite inside you, awakening a part of you that you never knew existed. You like taking control of Bob.
Bob's whines are muffled and you feel them more then you can hear them and that just adds to your growing passion. You know you won't be able to hold this orgasm off and you really donât want to.
"Gonna cum, baby." You warn. "Drink it all down." Your voice goes silent towards the end of your sentence and you're not even sure if he heard.
But he did. God bless the serum.
With one last thrust of his head you hold it in place and grind against the thick muscle of his tongue, you lean forward, almost folding in on yourself as you clench and gasp out moans.
You call out his name in the haze of it all, your hips stuttering and quivering against his face as you cum over his mouth and chin, curses slipping from your lips as he begins to swipe his tongue through the slick and drink it down, just as he was told to do.
"Good boy." You gasp. "Good boy, Bob."
Your voice trails off as you jolt and tremble in Bob's hold, thankfully he's strong enough to hold you in place, even when he's on his knees.
He doesnât stop cleaning you with his mouth until you're pulling him back, gentleness returning to your actions. He feels a little disappointed that the new dominant you is leaving, but he's sure he'll be able to coax it back out of you in future.
"C'mere, sweetheart." You tug at him and he gently removes your leg from his shoulder and stands at full height, completely towering over you.
Your eyes are clouded over and judging by your soft movements he already knows want you want: a hug.
He happily steps into your space and wraps his arms around you, ignoring his throbbing cock for the moment, deciding that your needs are more important than his own.
"Thank you, Bob." Your voice is muffled against his chest and he can't help but gently stroke your back.
"You donât have to thank me." He chuckles. "I was just doing my job."
You hum into his chest and enjoy the intimate warmth for the time being before the feeling of Bob's length poking into your stomach becomes too hard to ignore.
"Take what you need, baby." You mumble against his chest, too quiet for any normal person to hear⊠but Bob is not normal.
He gently, not wanting to disturb the moment too much, turns you until you're facing the wall and pushes you until you're flush against the warm, wet tile.
With one hand on the top of your back; just between your shoulder blades, and the other on your hip, he maneuvers you until your back is arched and your ass is sticking out just enough that he can slip his cock into your warm pussy with ease.
Your moans mix together as he bottoms out, stilling when his pelvis is pressed against you.
You rest your cheek against the tile and wiggle your hips a little, trying to get him to move. "Please, Bob."
He adds pressure to the hand on your back, making sure you're pressed as close to the wall as you possibly can be before he's pulling out and snapping back in.
You grunt at the impact, your eyes closing as he starts to build a fast pace, though surprisingly not as rough as he usual is.
Old bruises and new bruises litter your hips, evidence of Bob's love and passion. A thrill sparks through his spine as he lines his palm up against a series of bruises that sort of resemble his hand print.
You let out a moan as he squeezes your hip, his rhythm never faltering as he continues to fuck into your sopping wet pussy.
"M'close, honey." He grunts and moves his hand from your back until it rests next to your head on the wall.
"In me!" You beg, completely breathless, gasping for air as steam and heat fills the bathroom. "Cum in me."
You hear a faint chuckle as he snaps his hips fiercely against you. "Like I'd ever cum anywhere else."
With a couple more thrusts he suddenly stills and bottoms out, his cock throbbing against your walls as he lets out a broken moan. He leans forward until his chest is against your back and humps against your ass as he cums into your warm inviting cunt.
A jolt of electricity spikes through your clit as he wraps his hand around your midsection and presses down on your stomach as he holds you tight against him, his moans and whines hot against your back as he paints your walls with his seed.
He stays pressed to you for a while, cock softening inside you as your newfound pleasure starts to recede. His head resting on your shoulder and his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. It's quiet and soft and you wouldnât mind staying there for a little while longer but unfortunately the water starts to run cold and you haven't even washed yourselves yet.
Bob lets out a displeased groan as he pulls away and if you had enough energy you'd probably mimic his annoyance.
--
When you eventually leave your room you all but have to drag Bob to the kitchen to eat, all he wants to do is pull you to bed and have his way with you, the man is insatiable.
When you enter the kitchen Ava and Yelena are already there, mid conversation about their previous mission. You quickly scan over them to make sure they're not injured and are relieved to see them unhurt.
"Morning." You greet as you let Bob go and head over to the pantry to grab the box of cereal.
"Bit late for that." Ava teases as she takes in Bob's dopey smile as he watches you meander about the kitchen.
"How was your mission?" You ignore her comment with a smile and hand Bob his bowl before nudging him to take a seat in his usual spot but he refuses to budge.
You playfully roll your eyes and with reddening cheeks you quickly lean in and give him a peck on the lips, your embarrassment deepening with Ava and Yelena mock and coo at you both.
"Shut up." You quietly scold but can't help the small smile as you follow Bob around the kitchen counter to your stool.
"The mission was good." Yelena answers your earlier question. "Went by too quick but eh." She shrugs.
"Where's John?" Bob asks, mischief lacing his tone as he asks a seemingly innocent question.
At the mention of his name your eyes widen and face heats up, you're unable to make eye contact with anyone as you shovel cereal into your mouth.
"Went to shower and sleep, I guess." Ava shrugs.
"Guess you wont be able to do your usual morning training today, huh." Yelena nudges your hand and you almost choke on your food.
Bob lets out a small chuckle as he rubs your back soothingly.
"Guess not." You try to say as casual as you can but Yelena still eyes you skeptically.
"Don't worry." Bob starts, glee lacing his tone. "She already got her morning workout today."
"Fucâ Bob!" You scold as he laughs and Yelena and Ava both let out a quiet 'ew'.
Thankfully a few minutes later you all fall into different conversation, one that does not involve your sex life.
When Yelena goes to leave she turns back as if she's forgotten something.
"Hey." She grabs your attention. "We're going out later." She says it like a reminder but this is the first you're hearing of it.
"We'll be leaving in an hour." Ava adds before she phases through the kitchen wall in the direction of her lab.
"We'll be meeting by the elevators." Yelena says as she turns to go. "Leave your boyfriend at home." She calls from down the hall.
"Hey!" Bob complains.
You let out a soft laugh as he wraps both of his arms around one of yours and hugs it to his chest.
"I didnât wanna go anyway." He sasses to no one in particular.
"Poor baby." You coo as you lean down and kiss the top of his head.
"Donât go." His whine is muffled from where he buries his head against your arm.
"You can survive without me for a few hours." You rest your cheek against his head.
"Nuh-uh." He shakes his head.
"Child." You playfully scold.
"If I was a child this would be neglect." He doesnât even miss a beat with his response. "You're gonna get arrested."
"You gonna let another man put me in hand cuffs, sweetheart?" You asks quietly.
Bob lets out a small growl and pulls away from your arm.
"Never." The sincerity in his eyes is overwhelming. "No one else gets to touch you."
Before you can respond he leans in and steals a kiss, quickly deepening it before you can pull away.
--
Back in your room you're looking for some cute casual clothes to wear, making sure to dress appropriately for the weather, all the while Bob sits pouting on your bed as he complains every few minutes.
"What if they're luring you out to kill you." He scrunches his face up in displeasure at his own suggestion.
You laugh at the absurdity of it as you get dressed, finding Bob's slight possessiveness endearing instead of unhealthy.
"They're trained spies, baby." You roll your eyes. "I'm sure if they were gonna take me out they'd do it in a better way."
"I'd kill them first." He grumbles under his breath.
"It's only for a little while." You walk over to his hunched over form and place your hands on his shoulders. "Promise."
He nods but continues to pout⊠that is until it dissolves into a smirk.
"I'll let you go if you do something for me." He offers.
You decide to gloss over the 'let you' comment and hear out his terms.
"OkayâŠ" You draw of the word.
"You have to take a part of me with you." He stands suddenly and grabs your hips.
"Whaâ" You're cut off by his lips as he backs you up to the closest wall, tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he swallows down your moans.
He pulls back suddenly and starts to unbuckle your jeans, ignoring your protest as he lowers them just enough that he has access to your pussy.
He shoves his sweats down and takes a hold of his already hard cock, dribbling spit down and stroking it along the length until it glistens under the light.
"Squeeze your thighs together, honey." There's a whine in his voice that sends a jolt of pleasure to your core.
You follow his instructions and bring your legs together.
"Good girl." He praises as he moves forward, hand on your hip as he guides his cock between your thighs, directly underneath your warm cunt.
You moan at his praise and whimper as he pushes his slick cock between your legs, his forehead coming down to rest on yours as he watches his cock start to disappear between your thighs.
He starts a rhythm but quickly it starts to burn as the friction causes his spit to dry so he pulls his cock back and guides it between your folds, tip teasing your hole, as he gathers you slick, you let out soft whimpers at the contact.
Once his cock shines with your wetness he brings it back down between your legs and starts to fuck forward, his hips snapping harshly into you as he deepens the pace.
Your hands come up to tangle in his shirt as little whines and grunts slip through his lips, his warm breath caressing your face.
"Touch me, honey." His voice is deep as he feels his pleasure mounting. "Please, touch me."
Your stomach clenches at the vulnerability in his tone but you gladly reach down and move his hand away from the base of his cock and replace it with both of yours. He pulls back slightly and allows you to take control.
You spread your legs a little bit as you guide his cock back to your folds, both moaning in tandem as his tip is enveloped by the warmth before you rub him against your clit.
You bring his length back down and slide it between your legs, right near your pussy, and squeeze until Bob is closing his eyes and groaning in pleasure.
With his cock nestled snuggly against your pussy you start stroking the base, starting a quick pace as you take note of the clock on the wall; you need to leave soon.
You jerk him off quickly, lightly dragging your nails over the veins on his cock as he grunts and whines. You begin to flex and clench your thighs while subtly grinding, Bob's grip on your hips is bruising as falls more into you.
"You gonna cum, baby?" You ask, voice overly sweet.
"Uh-huh." He nods, forehead rubbing against yours.
"So needy you can't even let me go for a few hours, huh?" You mock.
"No." He gasps as you squeeze the base of his cock tight in your hand. "Wanna be with you always."
"Aww baby." You coo, a little cruel but he throbs in your hand so you know he loves it. "You wanna cum in my panties? Is that it? Is that the only way you'll let me leave?"
"âŠYes." He nods, voice low and soft. "Want you to feel me all day⊠Donât want you to forget me."
That confession almost makes you stop your movements completely but you know that would be cruel.
"I could never forget you, sweetheart." The mocking has left your tone now. "You're my⊠person."
Bob lets out a sudden moan as he pulls back, hand covering yours over his cock as he directs the tip to your panties. Your words causing him to spill against the fabric and your thighs.
"Mine." He grunts softly as he strokes his cock, milking it and making sure it all lands over you.
"All yours." You nuzzle your forehead against his, your noses rubbing together slightly.
Before he can say anything there's a loud knocking on your door followed by the impatient voice of Ava.
"We've been waiting for 10 minutes, hurry up!"
Bob helps you pull up your jeans and soiled panties, no complaints this time as he kisses you and lets you walk out the door.
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When you get back hours later your legs are tired from all the walking, arms sore from the few bags you've been carrying and your soaked panties have been both arousing and uncomfortable.
Part of you is disappointed that Bob isn't at the elevator like some golden retriever waiting for their owner to return home, but you push the thought a way and head back to your room knowing he'll be in there waiting for you.
You bid goodbyes to the girls and make your way down the hall with a quick pace, you usually run into John in the hall but thankfully you've managed to avoid him all day.
That is until you see his bedroom door down the end of the hall start to open so you haul ass to your room and tumble gracelessly inside before shutting the door and pressing your back against it, listening closely to the footsteps that stop briefly outside your room before quickly moving away.
You let out a breath and drop your bags to the floor, eyes only now landing on the man in your bed.
You suck in the breath you just let out as your legs clench together, eyes raking over Bob who lays fully naked in bed; propped up against the pillows as he strokes his cock.
He watches you with hooded eyes, allowing you to process the sight before talking.
You mindlessly walk forward, a moan slipping from your lips as you notices the puddles of cum splashed across his stomach from where he's previously climaxed.
"How many?" You ask softly, unable to tear your gaze away from the depraved sight.
"Four." He shrugs, cock thick and warm in his hold.
God bless the serum.
"Are you sensitive?" You ask, eyes finally meeting his. "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts more when I donât cum." He admits.
You reach out to touch him, an overwhelming need to have your skin on his but it seems he has other plans.
"No." He scolds and your hand stops midair as you scrunch your face up in confusion.
"What?" You ask softly, slightly offended as he's never turned you away before.
"You donât get to touch after you left me." He says so simply.
"You're punishing me?" You gape. "But you got to cum." You argue.
"You still left." He shrugs, hand never once stopping from stroking his cock. "If you wanna touch me you have to earn it."
"Bully." You grumble.
"Keep it up and I won't let you cum tonight." He scolds.
"Sorry." You whine. "What can I do?"
"Strip down." He orders. "Except for your panties."
You quickly follow his instructions, feeling a little pleased when he moans as your tits bounce free from your bra.
When he's satisfied he nods to the end of the bed. "Grind on the bed post."
You bite your lip and nervously look at the offending object, suddenly shy at the idea of putting on a show like this.
"Go on, honey." He encourages, panting slightly as he flicks his thumb of his tip and smearing his precum.
You suck in a deep breath and move to the end of the bed, standing slightly on the tips of your toes as you align your pussy with the corner of the post.
"That's it, baby." Bob praises as you experimentally start to grind forward.
You let out a small gasp of pleasure as the corner feels solid against your clit, your stomach clenches as you feel your slick starting to pool in your underwear.
You thrust forward a few more times, confidence filling your insides with each praise and moan Bob complements you with.
"So good." His voice has taken on a deep edge and when you look up two glowing eyes stare back at you, you whine as they watch your movements intently.
You start to pick up speed, your arousal growing quickly as you realise you kind of like having an audience.
"You like that, little one?" Bob asks. "So desperate for me that you'll do anything I ask?"
You nod and close your eyes, arms starting to go weak from holding yourself up against the post.
"Answer me, baby." He scolds. "I wanna hear how pathetic you are for me."
"N-Need you so bad, Bob." You gasp as your eyes snap open. "I'll do anything for you⊠anything."
His cruel chuckle fills your ears but it drives your hips forward faster, loving when he gets mean, loving Sentry.
You feel your mouth fill with saliva as you watch him stroke his cock, the desire to crawl to him on all fours and swallow his cock whole filling your senses.
"Be patient, little one." He says as if reading your mind⊠he probably is. "There will be time for that later."
"Gonna cum." You breathlessly moan, the strain in your thighs causing a burn but it just adds to the pleasure. "Can I cum, Bob... Please?"
"That's not what you call me, baby." He scolds and you swear his eyes glow a little brighter. "Try again."
Fuck, you love when he gets like this.
"Can I please cum⊠Sentry?" Your voice cracks at the end as a whimper slips out.
"You may." He allows as cruelly smirks.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." You mumble out a mantra as your hips stutter against the hard wood, your moan echoes around the room as you hunch forward, pussy clenching as waves of pleasure roll through you. It's not the hardest you've cum before but it's powerful all the same.
You hump against the post a few more times as you mewl and whimper before slumping forward on the bed, slowly catching your breath.
Unfortunately for you Bob, Sentry, is not willing to wait any longer.
"Clean me up." His voice cuts through the calm silence of the room.
You look over to him and he nods to the large puddles of cum on his stomach.
You feel a pang in your clit, the pleasure starting to ignite again, as you slowly crawl towards him.
You kneel beside him and lean down, tongue tracing over his stomach before coming to the first spurts of cum near his ribs. You eagerly start to lick stray drops, making sure not to miss any as you drink him down, your pussy beginning to throb at the musky taste of him.
"That's it, little one." He praises as he rests as strong hand on the back of your head.
You clean the smaller pools of cum before dragging your lips over to the largest puddle that rests in the dip where his belly button is, you can't help but moan as you lean forward, mouth watering at how depraved this is.
With little force he pushes your head down more, slightly impatient, all the while his other hand is still lazily stroking his cock.
You start to suck and lick up his cum, drinking it down and making sure not to waste even a drop. You smile to yourself when his body trembles slightly and he lets out a small moan.
When he's satisfied with your work he pulls you off of him by your hair, a pleased whimper slipping from your lips at the rough treatment before quickly snatching you around the waist and guiding you into a better position.
You let out a small whine of discomfort as he has you hunched over the side of the bed; knees barely touching the floor, as he tears your panties from you.
He says nothing as he surges forward, bottoming out completely as the air is sucked from your lungs at the intrusion.
Your pussy burns at the stretch and tears sting the corner of your eyes but you can't deny the pleasure that spikes through your clit and abdomen.
You grab fistfuls of your comforter, your moans and whimpers barely muffled by the thick material and in little time your room is filled with grunts, moans and the rhythmic slapping of his pelvis against your ass every time he fully buries his cock inside you.
With every thrust he pushes you further and harder into the mattress and you're so wrapped up in your pleasure, not to mention you only have regular hearing, that you donât hear the sounds of someone stopping just outside your door.
But Bob hears.
Bob could hear John coming down the hallway.
He feels triumphant and so pleased with himself when John stays to listen.
Bob brings his hand down harshly on the meat of your ass, the slap ringing out in the room as you squeal at the contact.
"Louder, little one." He all but demands. "Cry louder for me."
You mindless nod against the blanket as he grabs your hips and starts controlling your pace, thrusting you back harshly against him and using you as his own personal fleshlight.
You whine and moan into the room, your building pleasure making you not care for the other people in the Tower. All you care about it your impending climax.
"Wanna cum, Bob!" You cry out, your clit grinding deliciously against the edge of the bed, driving you closer to your peak. "Please, please!"
"You can cum when I say you can!" He growls as he slaps your ass again, the sting making you curse and whimper.
Bob grunts and groans every time you clench around his cock, youâre so unbelievably tight that he has to fight back his own orgasm, he refuses to cum before he gets what he wants.
"Who's making you feel this good, baby?" He spanks you again to get your attention, although this one wasnât as hard as the others.
"Y-You, Bob." You cry out as you pant against the blanket.
"Who?" He pushes you more into the mattress and holds you there as he pounds into your pussy.
"Sentry!" You correct, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix and making you whine louder.
"That's right, little one." He praises but doesnât slow down his pace.
A pleased smirk graces his lips as his ears pick up on the distinct sound of a zipper coming from the door. He's got him.
See what Bob didnât mention, nor was he intending to mention, was that he had a little run in with John earlier when you went out with the girls.
The blonde super soldier confronted him in the hall as he pushed your panties into Bob's chest, face red and slightly⊠sweaty.
"What the fuck were you doing in my room!" John squares his shoulders and pushes against Bob's chest all the while the brunette just smiles, taking note of how he hasn't mentioned the other thing Bob left in his room.
"What do you think?" He chuckles as he rubs the material of your panties through his fingers. "I know how you feel about something that doesnât belong to you and I had to make a point." He shrugs, disinterest covering his face.
"You can't juâ" John runs his hand through his hair in frustration. "I donât like her like that!"
Bob smirks and slowly brings your panties up to his nose before inhaling deeply.
"I can smell your cum, Walker." Bob's chuckle is cruel as John's face goes completely red. "I donât mind you listening in, just as long as you donât touch what's mine."
John goes to retaliate but his response dies on his tongue as Bob's eyes suddenly flicker gold.
Bob is brought back to the present by the sounds you're making, his name falling from your lips every time he buries himself inside you.
His nostrils flare as he takes in the smell of your arousal, but yours is not the only one he can smell⊠he can smell John's.
Bob closes his eyes to focus as he temporarily blocks out your sounds of pleasure, only for a second, only so he can briefly hear the rhythmic sound of skin on skin as John strokes his cock.
"Fuck!" Bob thrusts forward and practically crushes you under his weight as he snaps his hips against you. "Cum, baby, cum for me!"
"Yes!" You cry. "Thank you, thank you." You repeat over and over as you finally can stop holding back.
With a few more snaps of his hips you close your eyes and arch your back as your orgasm tears through you, his name mixed with ineligible words of thanks and mewling.
You clenching around him paired with the soft, almost silent, grunts from John as he reaches his end push Bob over the edge. He lets out a deep groan as he falls forward, cock buried to the hilt as he paints your walls in his cum.
He listens, pleased with himself, as John walks back down the hall to his room.
Bob continues to lay on top of you until both of your breathing has evened out, yours taking a little longer with the added weight. But eventually his eyes flicker back to blue and he's aware of all the new bruises he's left on your skin.
"C'mon, honey." He sits back. "Let's get cleaned up."
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