Gratitude
Bob Reynolds x gn!reader | wc: 3.2
tags: smut with plot | friends to ? | reader is part of the new avengerz | no use of y/n | mentions of bob doing weed in the past | handjob / blowjob | facial | pleasing Bob only | slightly innocent Bob / reader a bit freaky | not proof read
Notes: I didn’t revise this at all so if i’m basically saying the same thing over and over i’m sorry </3
Summary: After getting laid off from a mission, you go back to the tower, and see Bob engaged in various household chores, and it dawns upon you how much he does for everyone without complaint. You decide to take the opportunity of both of you being alone to show your gratitude and thank him properly for all that he does.
You were sent back from a mission because of a mild injury you got from the last mission. You attempted to hide it in the morning, but the discomfort was obvious when you were trying to fight, but it wasn’t that bad. In reality you knew they sent you back because you seemed a bit off lately, and because of Bob, the whole team has tried to be more mindful about mental health and resting well.
And while the gesture was nice, you felt ashamed that you weren’t being useful. But, it can’t be as bad as just lying on the couch all day, reading a book like Bob, right?
Wrong.
As you stepped into the common room, you heard the faint clinking of dishes being washed, the washing machine and dryer adding to the sound echoing in the room. Turning your head, you saw Bob standing at the kitchen sink, his back to you as he diligently scrubbed a plate with a sponge.
He glanced over his shoulder, his blue eyes widening in surprise. “Hey, Yelena told me you’ll be back.” Bob said, his face contrasted on the sponge circling the plate with precession.
You noticed the apron around him hugging his muscular waist, his broad shoulders filling out the fabric. Which were usually hidden with his long sleeve sweaters.
Before you could even begin to formulate a response, too stunned from the view, he spoke again, “I ran you a bath, by the way. It should be all set for when you want to... wind down.” He said awkwardly, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
You were momentarily perplexed by his thoughtfulness, your own weariness momentarily forgotten. “Oh, thank you…”
Not trusting yourself to speak further without betraying your sudden emotions, you turned and dragged yourself towards the bathroom, the warm, steamy air of vanilla and lavender, enveloping you as soon as you stepped inside. The sight of the bath, filled to the brim with fragrant, bubbly water, and a soothing glow from the candles placed around the tub. Instantly relaxing your senses. You couldn't believe the effort Bob had put into this, just for you.
You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you. On one hand, the gesture was incredibly thoughtful and caring, a nice change of pace from the usual roughness of your life. On the other hand, it felt strangely intimate, like something a romantic partner would do for you, not a teammate and friend.
With an exhausted sigh, you lay in the warm, bubbly water, the temperature just right. You wondered how Bob managed to get the water to run perfectly. It was so perfect in fact, that the tension and aches of countless missions melted away. And yet you couldn’t relax, because your thoughts drifted to Bob.
You had always assumed he only handled the dishes, that his contributions to life at the Watchtower were minimal. But now, as you reflected on the cleanliness of the common areas, the stocked fridge, and the general sense of order that permeated the living space... you realized that Bob had been the one taking care of that all along.
A pang of guilt struck you as you considered how you and the others had been so focused on the missions, on protecting the innocent and navigating the complex web of politics and legalities that Valentina had entangled on the team. Meanwhile, Bob had been here, tirelessly working behind the scenes to keep the Watchtower a home, a sanctuary for them all.
After finally feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, you wrapped yourself in a soft bathrobe and made your way to the kitchen. The moment you stepped inside, the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked goods filled your nostrils. You followed the smell to the counter, where Bob stood.
He must have sensed your presence, because he quickly slipped the tray onto the counter and turned to face you fully. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his brow from the heat of the oven, and the red flush of his cheeks could be from the warmth radiating from the appliance behind him.
His eyes widened as they fell on you, and a bright smile spread across his face. He quickly removed the oven mitts, tossing them in the counter before moving towards you, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his footsteps.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking uncertain for a moment. “I thought you might be hungry from your mission.” He paused, like he was debating his approach.
“I wanted to make sure there was something good to eat.“ His tone was soft and gentle, almost shy.
You weren't sure how to approach this new version of Bob. He seemed so domestic, so content in these mundane activities.
“I didn't know you knew how to bake,” You replied, reaching out to grab a cookie.
“I used to make homemade edibles when I—“ He started, then trailed off, shaking his head. “Doesn't matter.” He said quickly, pushing the tray closer to you.
Bob noticed your hesitation as you reached for one of the cookies. “I didn't use anything in these, I promise. They're just regular cookies,” He stated, his blue eyes meeting yours with sincerity.
You felt a wave of relief wash over you, and you tentatively took a small bite, your taste buds immediately exploding with flavors - the perfect sweetness of the dough, the rich, chocolate. Your cheeks tingled, a wide, genuine smile spreading across your face as you savored the treat.
“Wow…” You murmured, taking another bite, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss. “Damn, these are really good. You've got a real talent for this.“
Bob's face broke into a soft, pleased smile, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Thank you,” He said, his voice warm with gratitude. He seemed genuinely touched that you appreciated his efforts.
Saying thank you wasn't exactly your strong suit, but Bob's thoughtfulness and kindness had caught you off guard, leaving you feeling strangely awkward and not quite sure how to express your appreciation.
“Actually…” You started, clearing your throat slightly as you set the cookie down on the counter. “I should thank you. For keeping things so nice and tidy around here, and for running that bath for me,” You said, gesturing vaguely to your robe, “It was really nice.” Your words felt clumsy and inadequate, but you meant them all the same.
Bob blushed furiously as you leaned in closer, your words striking a chord within him. He was used to being the one taking care of others, but the thought of someone caring for him in return... it was a foreign concept, one that left him flustered and at a loss for words.
“I'm fine, really…” He stammered, his blue eyes wide and cheeks flushed a deep crimson as you invaded his personal space. He was about to protest further, but the words died in his throat as he felt your fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, exposing a tantalizing strip of skin and the trail of hair leading down from his navel.
Bob's breath hitched, his grip tightening on the countertop as he tried to ground himself in the rapidly unfolding, surreal moment. He watched, almost disbelieving, as you sank to your knees before him, your intent clear in the heated gaze you cast up at him.
“What are you—“ He started to ask, his voice coming out in a strangled whisper. But you silenced him with a single, searing kiss to the exposed skin of his lower abdomen, your lips soft and warm against his flesh.
Bob shuddered, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt your mouth move lower, your fingers deftly working at the waistband of his sweatpants. He knew he should stop you, should tell you that this wasn't necessary, that you owed him nothing... but the words wouldn't come. Because as much as he tried to deny it, a part of him craved this, craved your touch, your attention, your affection.
“You don’t have to…” He swallowed hard, his throat constricting around the lump of desire and disbelief that had taken up residence there. He heard your voice, soft yet filled with a conviction that sent a shiver down his spine.
“I want to,” You said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if the thought of bringing him pleasure, filled you with a hunger that couldn't be denied.
His grip on the counter unwavering even as the rest of his body trembled with anticipation. He knew he should say something, should find a way to express the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts in his head. But all he could manage was a jerky nod, his ability to form coherent words temporarily lost.
So he remained silent, his heart pounding when he felt you tug his gray sweatpants down, the cool air of the kitchen kissing his newly exposed skin. The sensation made him gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily.
You couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of him. The way it curved upwards, the thick veins pulsing with each heartbeat, the angry red tip glistening with need... it was enough to make your mouth water.
Unable to resist, you leaned in, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the trail of hair that led down from his navel. Bob shudders and gasps above you as you apply yourself to your task with gusto.
“Thank you,” You murmured against his skin, your hand drifting down to wrap around his throbbing length, barely being able to close your fist. You could feel him pulse and twitch in your grip, hot, hard, and thick. ”For taking good care of us, for making this place feel like home…”
Lost in a haze of desire, you found yourself murmuring a litany of thanks and sweet praise, wanting nothing more than to show Bob the depths of your appreciation. Your hand moved with a mind of its own, stroking and pumping his sizable girth with a fevered intensity.
But as the pleasure mounted, as you felt the heat pooling in your belly and the ache beginning to throb between your thighs, you suddenly remembered yourself. This wasn't about you and your own needs. This was about Bob, about giving him the gratitude and adoration he so richly deserved.
Pulling back slightly, you looked up at him, wanting to gauge his reaction, to see if he was lost in his own pleasure, or if there was something more you could do for him. Your eyes searched his face intently, taking in the flush of his cheeks, the parted lips, the look of lust that clouded his blue eyes.
“Is this good for you? You asked, your voice husky with desire but tempered with a genuine concern for his enjoyment. ”I want to make this good for you. I want to thank you properly...”
“Going.” He strutted between breaths. “Keep going.” Bob demanded, his voice suddenly rough in between breaths. But then, as suddenly as the heat of the moment had overtaken him, Bob seemed to collect himself.
He took a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain some semblance of control. But even as he struggled to rein himself in, his blue eyes softened as they met yours, and he added softly, almost tenderly:
“Please…” The single word was both a plea and a gentle urging, a silent acknowledgment of the power you held over him in that moment.
As you gazed up at Bob, taking in the raw, primal hunger that danced in his eyes alongside a tender, almost reverent gentleness, you could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical caress.
It was clear that he was battling with himself, torn between the all-consuming need that demanded to be sated and the innate desire to be soft, careful, even worshipful with you.
The sight of his cock, flushed an angry red and leaking with a need that couldn't be denied, was impossible to ignore. And so, as if in a trance, you found yourself leaning in closer.
“Like this baby?” You murmured, your voice low and sultry as you rubbed the bead of precum around the sensitive head, feeling it twitch and pulse beneath your teasing caress. The intimacy of the moment, the sheer erotic charge that crackled between you both like a live wire, made your heart race with anticipation.
At the sound of the pet name, Bob seemed to shudder, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips. It was part groan, part whimper, a sound that spoke of a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
A wicked smile curved your lips as you heard Bob's high-pitched, desperate whimper. The sound sent a thrill through you, a dark satisfaction at having such a powerful effect on him. Seeing this big, strong man coming undone because of your touch... It was intoxicating.
Lost in a haze of lustful glee, a sudden idea struck you. If you wanted more of those sweet, broken cries, if you wanted to shatter the last of his control... you knew just what to do.
Maintaining eye contact, your gaze smoldering and full of sinful promise, you leaned in further. Parting your lips, your hot breath ghosted over his aching, straining length. Then, with deliberate slowness, you slapped his thick cockhead against your waiting tongue, the lewd sound echoing obscenely in the kitchen.
Bob's eyes flew open, his gaze locking with yours as a strangled gasp tore from his throat. The sensation of your slick, hot muscle against his most sensitive flesh was too much, too intense and yet, not nearly enough. His lips parted in a silent scream, his chest heaving as he struggled not to lose himself completely.
“Fuck…” He groaned, his voice breaking on the word. His fingers curled and flexed against the countertop, fighting the urge to bury them in your hair, to hold you in place as he rutted into your welcoming mouth.
But he held back, even as his hips twitched and jerked, torn between the desire to chase his pleasure and the need to let you set the pace, to be the one in control. His eyes, dark and wild with lust, remained locked with yours, silently begging for more, for everything, for the chance to finally, fully let go.
Inch by inch, you felt his thick, hard length slide past your lips, stretching your mouth wide around his impressive length. All the while, your eyes remained locked with his.
Bob couldn't help but let out a strangled groan, his hips jerking forward slightly as if seeking more of that warmth. But you held his hips firmly, keeping him in place.
You could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, could feel the way his body shuddered and trembled above you. The power you held over him, the sheer, unadulterated desire etched into every line of his handsome face, sent a thrill of satisfaction through you.
As you took him deeper, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat, you could feel the way his fingers flexed and curled, itching to tangle in your hair, to grip you tightly and guide your movements. But he held back, respecting your lead even as his body screamed for more.
You tasted the salty-sweet essence of his arousal on your tongue, the way his pulse throbbed urgently against your lips. Bob's muscular thigh twitched against your cheek as you slowly engulfed more of his impressive length. The toxicating aroma that made your head spin with desire. You could tell he was teetering on the edge, his control slipping away with each inch you took of his thick cock.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip, harder than intended, as he fought to remain silent, to keep his composure. But it was a losing battle, and as you felt his thigh muscles clench and shudder beneath your touch, you knew he was quickly reaching his breaking point.
But even as you felt his frustration mount, even as his whimpers and moans grew louder and more insistent, you didn't let up. You took him deeper, swallowing around his length until your nose was buried in his happy trail, your chin pressed against his pelvis.
It had been so long since he'd experienced intimate contact like this, and the intensity of the sensation was overwhelming his senses.
With a strangled groan, Bob suddenly gripped your hair and pulled his hips back, his swollen cock slipping out of your mouth with a lewd pop. The sudden absence of your warm, wet heat around him made him shudder, his length slapping against his belly as it sprang free.
But before you could even process the cool air hitting your saliva-slicked lips, Bob's body seized up, his face contorting with pleasure too intense to bear. With a cry, he came hard, thick ropes of hot, sticky cum erupting from his cock.
His eyes flew wide, a mix of shock and horror etched into the lines of his face as he watched in disbelief. Because as he'd pulled you off, that single, desperate action had spurred his release to hit you square on the cheek, hot and sticky and more than a little shocking. Bob stumbled back, his hands still gripping your hair as if for support, his face draining of color as he realized what had just happened.
“I'm so sorry…” He gasped out, his voice a hoarse, broken whisper. “I didn't mean to... oh god, I'm so sorry.” His gaze was glued to your face, watching in shocked fascination as his orgasm continued, painting your skin with his essence.
You calmly brushed the remnants of his release from your cheek with your thumb, bringing the digit to your lips as you locked eyes with him. You made a show of slowly licking it clean, savoring the taste of his essence with a smirk playing at your lips.
Bob stared at you, utterly stunned, his mouth hanging open in shock. He couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't fathom how he had lost control so completely. And as he watched you casually lick his spend from your finger like it was the most natural thing in the world, he could only manage a choked, disbelieving, "What the—"
You flashed him a wicked grin and a smirk, letting him know that not only did you not mind his lack of control, but you found the whole thing incredibly arousing. With a casual shrug, you stood up as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all, smoothing down your robe grace.
“Sweet.” You praised, then, with a wink tossed over your shoulder, you sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving Bob to collect himself and ponder the depths of your depravity.
Still reeling from the intensity of his unexpected climax, Bob quickly tucked his spent cock back into his boxers, the damp fabric clinging to his sensitive skin. With shaking hands, he yanked his sweatpants back up, his movements mechanical and unpracticed, as if his body was moving on autopilot.
As he finished righting his clothing, Bob's gaze became distant, his eyes glazing over slightly as he stared at the space in front of him, not quite focusing on anything. The shock of what had just happened was still written plainly on his face, his cheeks flushed a deep, ruddy red.
"What the fuck..."
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