Yours If You Want Me
Summary: Bob was as natural a submissive as you’d ever seen. You’d never met someone who wanted to cater to you so instinctually, let alone been with one. The weight of it made you dizzy with need sometimes, keeping you up at night with fantasies and a vibrator that never fully satiated you. You needed the real thing before you crumbled under the pressure of it all, and seeing Bob in a suit and tie made you just frenzied enough to try and make your move tonight.
Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 6.6k (wtf)
Content: Shameless smut, minors DNI I beg. No use of y/n, reader has a nickname. Mentions of mental health (depression and bipolar). Yelena is a meddling matchmaker.
This is my first *published* fic! I hope you guys enjoy 🥹
Being Bucky Barnes’ assistant came with many pros and cons.
Pro: getting dolled up and attending important political galas and events.
Con: forcing Bucky to put on a suit and attend said important political galas and events.
Pro: seeing a certain adorable yet simultaneously sexy Sentry in a suit at this particular gala.
Con: not being able to fully enjoy Bob in said suit because you had to “network” which was code in Bucky for “spy on the other senators and see what dirt you could find.”
You were great at spying on the bourgeoisie, so much so that Bucky coined you the nickname Ace after his favorite Jim Carrey movie. Sleuthing at these things was usually the highlight of your entire night—but Bob wasn’t usually in attendance. And he most definitely was not usually in a tux. An extremely form-fitting and flattering tux. Seriously, who tailored that thing??
This had Yelena written all over it. She hadn’t left Bob’s side all night and kept giving you sly looks every time she caught you appreciating his attire, which you can admit has been more often than you would’ve hoped. She was far too observant for your liking and clocked your tiny (massive) crush on her best friend almost immediately. You don’t think she’s said anything to Bob about it, but she loves to tease you any chance she gets.
“You’re off tonight,” you heard through your earpiece, abruptly ending your glare off with Yelena.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not. I haven’t heard from you in over 15 minutes—something else has your attention.”
“Nothing else has my-“
“Take a break, grab a drink and go out to the balcony. Check back in in 10. I need you on your A-game.”
You don’t bother answering Bucky with anything else but a sigh as you grab a champagne flute and head towards the balcony doors, passing Yelena and your living, breathing distraction on the way.
“Something wrong Ace? You seem…preoccupied.” Yelena’s distinct Russian accent stops you in your tracks as you try to walk by them.
You shoot her another glare that instantly melts off your face when you lock eyes with Bob. He gives you a shy, awkward, yet incredibly endearing smile that you can’t help returning.
“Yelena.” you nod at her. “Hey B.” you say as you clink your glass against his, instantly making him blush.
“H-Hi Ace.” he stammers, finding his shoes a safer place to look than your eyes.
God you could just eat him up. His timidness only endeared you to him more. And knowing the immense power he sat on but kept tempered down filled you with a curiosity and lust that shook you down to your core. You’d never felt drawn to someone like this before and it was starting to drive you crazy. Hell, it was starting to interfere with your work, and that was something you couldn’t tolerate. You had to do something about it.
“It was feeling stuffy in here, need to go get some fresh air. You guys wanna join me?” you asked, hoping for a chance to be around Bob long enough to get him out of your head for the rest of the night.
“I was actually just about to go find where Walker and Ava disappeared to. Why don’t you go with her though, Bee?”
You clenched your jaw at Yelena’s exaggeration of the nickname you’d given Bob a couple months ago. You knew her teasing wasn’t meant to be malicious, but months of pining after him with no indication that your feelings were reciprocated was leaving you feeling too exposed, raw. It left you feeling overly defensive and ready to snap at any and everyone who pushed one of your buttons. You knew you were tense. You knew what you needed to relieve the tension. Now you just needed the courage to actually act on it.
“Oh I uh, s-sure. I-I could use some air.” Bob answered nervously.
You were biting back a smile as he turned to say goodbye to Yelena, who whispered something in his ear that made him blush even deeper. You wondered if he blushed all over, wondered how deep you could get the color to go while you—
“You kids be good now!” Yelena pulled you out of your less than wholesome thoughts as she walked away, a mischievous glint in her eye. The way she looked at you made you feel like she knew everything you were thinking. It was unsettling you in the worst way.
“We’re the same age.” you muttered under your breath as you looped your arm through Bob’s, making your way to the balcony doors again.
You could feel Bob stiffen at the contact, but he quickly forced himself to relax in your hold, muttering something to himself too low for you to hear but sounded like it could be a pep talk. Knowing you made him nervous was making your own heart race.
Were you supposed to go outside to clear your head of any distractions? Yes. Was inviting your main distraction to go outside with you the smartest move? You could blame it on the champagne (you’d had two sips).
“You ok, Bob?” You asked as the two of you stepped outside into the brisk New York air.
You weren’t around for that fateful day in the city almost two years ago, but you knew all about it. You knew about Bob’s battle with depression, his bipolar diagnosis and the meds he was mandated to be prescribed, but none of it scared you. It didn’t make you want to run the other way like maybe it should have. It made you want to get closer. It made you want to take his pain away. It made you want to be the only thing in the world that could hurt him, just so you could be the only thing to make it feel better.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” he responded as the two of you reached the railing. “What about you? This cool enough for you?”
You unhooked your arm from his in order to turn and face him. The city lights illuminated the side of his face in a way that felt truly unfair for you to witness. His usually unruly curls were styled in a way that made you grip your champagne glass for fear you might reach out and tussle them. He looked ethereal. And there wasn’t enough cold air in the world to keep you from feeling feverish.
“I’m still feeling really warm actually.” you answered truthfully, having to look away before you did something rash like kiss him or nuzzle into his neck like a kitten.
“Are you feeling sick? You do look a little flushed.” Bob reached out to touch your forehead with the back of his hand, genuine concern flooding his face.
“No no I’m fine.” you assured him, grabbing his hand and holding onto it longer than was probably appropriate. Bob didn’t seem to mind though. “It’s just so loud at these things sometimes. All of the gossip I have to listen to…Bucky constantly in my ear. It just gets to me sometimes. Yelena was right earlier. I’m off tonight.”
And having the sweetest most beautiful man you’d ever met standing in the same room, dressed to the nines yet completely untouchable didn’t help either.
You kept that last thought to yourself.
“I get it.” Bob said tentatively. “The loudness I mean. I have to focus really hard to keep myself from getting in people’s heads…but sometimes their memories are just so…loud.”
“It sounds awful,” you respond as you grab his hand again, threading your fingers through his. “How do you block it out?”
Bob squeezes your hand tight, almost like he’s scared you might realize it’s his hand you’re holding and let it go.
“My therapist suggested yoga and meditation,” he answers sheepishly. “It’s been really helpful. It also helps to be…distracted…I guess.”
From the moment you met him, Bob brought you an unwavering sense of comfort. You understood him without him ever having to say a word, which was perfect since he was usually tongue tied around you. And it seemed he shared the same sentiment. You didn’t get to see him as often as you’d like though. Bucky rarely had you meet at the Avengers Tower for work stuff, but every time you did, Bob was the first person to greet you out of the elevator. Every. Single. Time. It made you giddy every time you saw the shy smile on his handsome face when the two of you locked eyes. He was always so sweet. So accommodating. So eager to please and take care of you.
“Good morning, Ace. I made some pancakes if you’re hungry.”
“Hey Ace, want anything to drink?”
“Ace! Hi! Can I take your coat?”
You accepted his offers every time, trying not to let on how exhilarating it was to be on the receiving end of his undivided attention. You would try to keep your thoughts from straying into dangerous territory, which proved near impossible when you could see how flushed he got after you’d accepted his offers. After he saw that you were satisfied because of something he provided. It was intoxicating, that blissed out look he gave you. It took your breath away. You wanted to amplify it, own it, bottle it up and pull it out whenever you wanted.
Bob was as natural a submissive as you’d ever seen. You’d never met someone who wanted to cater to you so instinctually, let alone been with one. The weight of it made you dizzy with need sometimes, keeping you up at night with fantasies and a vibrator that never fully satiated you. You needed the real thing before you crumbled under the pressure of it all, and seeing Bob in a suit and tie made you just frenzied enough to try and make your move tonight.
“B….” you started, looking up at Bob through your lashes. You gave him the best “fuck me” eyes you could muster and heard his breath catch in his throat. “I think I could be a good distraction for you.”
“Wh-what did you ha-have in mind?” Bob rasps.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” He answered with zero hesitation.
You tap your ear twice to turn your mic back on, making your decision before you chicken out.
“Buck, you copy?”
“Copy. You alright?”
You hesitate for a moment and look at Bob, who’s watching you with equal parts confusion and anticipation. You’ve never left work with Bucky early like this, not even when you truly were sick. You honestly had no idea how to begin.
“Actually um…” you start when Bucky cuts you off.
“Hold on one sec.” He says and then cuts his mic off.
You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and cracked your neck. You could do this. All you had to do was-
“Ace, you there?” You heard Bucky ask in your ear, interrupting your mental pep talk.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Yelena just told me Bob wasn’t feeling very social and asked you to take him back to the tower. Can you do that for me? Alexei will drive you guys.”
You snap your gaze back to Bob, who you now realize had backed away from you and was on his phone. He put it back in his pocket as he looked up at you with a sheepish smile. You narrowed your gaze on him as he shrugged and mouthed: You looked too nervous to lie to Bucky.
Unbelievable.
“Um…yeah. Yeah sure I can do that. You’re ok with this?” You ask Bucky incredulously.
“Yeah I’ll be fine. I can sleuth myself.” He answers. “Making sure Bob’s ok takes precedence anyway.”
“Ok…I’ll let you know when we make it to the Tower then.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Ace.”
As you and Bob make your way out to where Alexei parked his limo, you make a mental note to yourself to get Yelena a gift basket.
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The ride back to the Tower was filled with so much tension you thought your heart was going to stop before you guys even made it out of the car. It was the longest 8 minute car ride of your life. You and Bob didn’t say a single word to each other the entire drive, just clutching each other's hands like it was the only thing tethering you to earth.
Your silence of course had no effect on the conversation Alexei was intended to have by himself. Bob chimed in every once in a while but you couldn’t bring yourself to make any intelligible sentence, not when you were on your way home with Bob. Bob who’d been driving you insane for months. Bob who wanted you to distract him. The anticipation was trying to kill you.
You don’t even remember getting out of the car. Or riding up the elevator. Or letting Bucky know you two made it. It was like one minute you were on the gala balcony, the next you were in Bob’s bedroom watching him lock his door.
The tension between you two snaps as you step towards him and pull his face to yours, kissing him for the first time. The kiss is tentative, exploring, both of you mapping out each other’s lips with your own.
It isn’t until Bob grabs your waist and pulls you flush against him that the kiss heats up. You open your mouth to him and Bob immediately brushes your tongue with his, making both of you moan in unison.
You push his jacket off and start undoing his bow tie when he grabs your hands and slows you down.
“Sorry…sorry.” He starts. “It’s just…it’s been a long time and I-I don’t wanna mess anything up…with us I mean.”
It felt like someone had wrapped a coil around your heart and pulled both ends as hard as they could at the sound of his words.
“You can’t mess anything up between us, Bob.” You reassure him, grabbing his chin and making him look you in the eye. “If I don’t like something I’ll let you know, if you promise to do the same.”
Bob nods his agreement and you finish taking off his bow tie.
“Besides,” you continue, “I’ve been dreaming about this for a while…I don’t think there’s anything you could do in here that I wouldn’t like.”
Bob releases a shaky breath and kisses you fiercely.
He pulls back just enough to tell you, “I’ve been dreaming of this since the day I met you.”
Any hesitation in you snaps at his admission.
“I wanna make you feel good, B” you whisper against his lips as you push him gently onto the bed. “And I think” he shutters as you pause to bite his bottom lip. “You wanna make me feel good too, don’t you?”
“Y-yes. Yes. I do. I wanna make you feel so good Ace” he pants as you work your way down his neck, kissing and licking and biting any flesh you can get to. Bob grips your hips like he might float away if he lets go, making the sweetest, sexiest noises as you familiarize yourself with the sensitive spots on his neck.
“You’re gonna be so good for me aren’t you baby?” you whisper in his ear before giving his earlobe a loving bite.
Bob nods helplessly as you unbutton his shirt and push it off slowly. The sight of Bob shirtless, trembling on the edge of his bed looking up at you was almost too much for you to handle. His eyes had darkened with lust, his curls wild where you had run your hands through them. He wasn’t overly muscular but perfectly toned and lean in a way that made your mouth water. His chest was as flushed as his cheeks, dusted with freckles you couldn’t wait to count someday. You raked your eyes down his torso to the delicate waist you had to physically restrain yourself from gripping. He was absolutely breathtaking. And he was all yours.
“You’re so beautiful baby. You know that right?” You rasped as you began sliding the straps of your dress off your shoulders.
Bob couldn’t answer you. His blush deepened, making your stomach flutter and pussy clench around nothing. You could barely handle any more foreplay, but you needed him at the edge of his sanity, just as you’d been the past few months.
“I need you to answer me Bob” you halted your movements, leaving your dress straps hanging off your shoulders which gave Bob a tantalizing view of the swell of your breasts.
“I—what do you want me to say?”
“I think you know what I want to hear.”
He breaks eye contact, something you cannot tolerate. You walk over to him and grab his chin tightly.
“Say it.” You challenge.
His cheeks flush but he looks up at you with fire in his eyes.
“I’m…beautiful.” He whispers.
“Louder, Bob.”
“I’m beautiful.” He says a little louder than before.
“I can’t hearrr youuu.” You taunt as you step back to take off the rest of your dress.
“Fuck…you are…breathtaking.” Bob breathes out as you’re standing there in just your black lace panties.
As much as you love his praise, that’s still not exactly what you were asking for.
“So are you, Bob.” You say as you walk back over to him. “I need you to believe that.”
His blush deepens as he grabs the back of your thighs, running his hands up and down your legs.
“If you say it enough, maybe I can start.”
“You got it, beautiful boy.” You say, smiling down at him as you run your fingers through the curls that helped lead to your destruction tonight. “Anything else you want from me?”
Bob lights up at the question and pulls you even closer to him.
“Sit on my face.” He answers sincerely, staring so deep into your eyes you get flustered.
Oh, tonight was going to change you on a molecular level. A couple minutes in and Bob already wanted to act out one of your most recurring fantasies of him.
“That can definitely be arranged.” You breathe out. “Scoot all the way back on the bed.”
Bob doesn’t hesitate to get in position, laying his head on a pillow right beneath the headboard you can grab when needed. You drop your panties and follow him up the bed, hovering around his chest.
“When you need a break or it gets too much, knock on the headboard, ok?” You tell him as you begin to hover above his face.
“Yes ma’am.” Bob agrees as he reaches up for you and pulls you down to his mouth.
You’re hovering, awkwardly, because as much as you want to dominate him, you’re still nervous. This is your first time together and what if you were wrong about it all? What if he doesn’t actually want to submit to you? What if you scare him away? What if…
“Please Ace. I don’t want you to be careful with me. Use me. Please. Please let me make you feel good.” Bob whines up at you.
You shuttered as his words washed over you. He could get anything in the world from you if he begged like that. You watched a smile spread across his entire face as you realized you must’ve said that sentiment out loud. You tsk at your mistake and Bob’s triumphant attitude as you begin to lower yourself towards his face.
“Remember, knock against the headboard if it’s too much,” you remind him, pulling his hair to get his attention back on your eyes instead of your wet heat.
“I’m superhuman baby. It won’t be too much,” he winks, the motherfucker winks, then starts to devour you whole.
You immediately latch onto the headboard, holding on for dear life as Bob sucks your clit into his mouth with a reverence you weren’t prepared for.
“Fuck! Bob…” you begin to lift your hips for a reprieve but Bob grips you with the superhuman strength he warned you about.
He looks up at you from between your legs, pure desire and adoration in his eyes and you let out a keening moan. Bob alternates between sticking his tongue as deep as he can inside of you and sucking your clit with a precision that’s driving you absolutely wild.
“Oh, baby. Yes. Yes! Bob just like that, just like that,” you pant out as you begin to grind on his face.
It isn’t until you feel his nose bruising into your pubic bone that you remember yourself, lifting off his face so fast he doesn’t even register you’re moving away until you’re gone.
“No! Fuck Ace, Please!” Bob begs as he reaches to pull you down again, bucking his hips in the process. “Please baby. Please ride my fucking face. I promise I can handle you, I promise.”
He’s panting at this point and doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before his grip on your legs tightens and his mouth is back on you. He’s licking and sucking with a fervor that should scare you, but honestly just makes you even wetter. You take Bob at his word and begin to rock your hips back and forth, grinding your sex into the bottom half of his face. He answers your new enthusiasm with his own, groaning and moaning as he eats you like a man starved.
“Shit, baby. You keep going like that and I’m gonna come all over your pretty face.”
Bob’s eyes flash as his grip tightens impossibly, letting out a moan that vibrates through your core and has you clutching the headboard for dear life.
“You want that, don’t you baby?” You taunt. “You want my cum dripping all over your face?”
Bob nods manically, his eyes flashing again as he takes your clit in his mouth once more. You grip his hair tight with one hand as you begin grinding into his face even harder, moaning and panting louder than you usually let yourself. You move your hips one, two, three more times before your orgasm barrels into you, knocking the breath from your lungs and making you see stars.
“Yes, Bob. Yes yes yes,” you pant as you come down from the high he just took you to.
He releases his grip on you and you can tell you’ll have bruises in the morning. The thought of being marked by Bob makes you giddy as you rise off of him and slide down his body. He bucks his hips uncontrollably, eyes clamped shut as you situate yourself on his clothed lap.
“You ok, baby?” You ask, massaging the scalp you almost ripped hair out of in your frenzy.
“M’fine…just need a minute.” He answers with his eyes still shut.
“Can you look at me?”
“Not yet” he says with a shutter.
You looked behind you at the wet spot on his pants. You couldn’t tell if he was keeping himself from coming or if he was keeping himself from turning. You trusted him, and you knew his meds gave him a firmer grip on his power, but still you looked around the room, searching for any sign of a slip in his control. You found none. No cracks in the walls, no shattered windows. Nothing’s out of place except your dress and his shirt on the floor.
So, Bob was just unbearably turned on…you could work very well with that.
“You’re ok, baby.” You whisper into his ear. “Everything’s ok. I’m just gonna clean up my mess real quick.”
You feel Bob tense and clutch at your hips, as if he feared you were leaving him alone in his vulnerable state. Oh, was he mistaken. You’d left your juices all over his face, from his nose to the very top of his chest. And as much as you loved seeing him covered in you, you needed him to come back to you more. So you started with his neck, licking a long stripe from his collarbone up to his lips, tasting yourself the whole way.
“Jesus, Ace” He trembled as you did it again and again, finally kissing him. The taste of you being shared between your tongues was obscene. You both loved it.
Bob finally opened his eyes with a groan as you bit down on his bottom lip, their normal blue instead of the Sentry’s gold, and held you impossibly close as you began to devour each other’s mouths. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, desperate, both of you trying to fuse into the other and become one in the nastiest way possible. You broke away to catch your breath and look down into his eyes. What you saw made your core clench. Bob’s hooded eyes were looking at you but they were unfocused, almost like he was drunk.
“Pussy drunk,” he whispered with a smile, as if he were reading your thoughts like one of his books. “I loved that.”
You chuckled as you leaned in for another kiss, situating your hips just right so you could feel his bulge hitting right where you want it.
Bob whimpers into your mouth as you begin to grind yourself against his aching cock. The sound makes your brain short circuit and your hips stutter for a moment.
“I need you inside me,” you whisper against his lips.
Bob immediately reaches for the button on his pants but you grab both hands, pinning them above his head while sucking your teeth.
“I always love your eagerness, baby. But I didn’t give you permission to stop touching me, did I?”
Bob’s eyes widen almost comically as he bucks his hips into you.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ace. I won’t do it again,” he says breathlessly as you begin to grind on him again.
As much as you want him inside of you, you want to play with him even more. He’s still unaware of just how much he’s been affecting you, and the ever growing sadistic part of you wants to make him answer for that.
“Do not move these hands Bob,” you instruct him as you untwine your fingers from his.
He nods emphatically and brings his hands together over his head while you slide down his perfect…oh so perfect body. You pull his pants off tantalizingly slow, taking your sweet time and removing one leg at a time. By the time they’re fully off, Bob is trembling. Good you think to yourself.
Deciding to show some mercy, you yank his wet boxers off much quicker than his pants. The sight of his impossibly hard dick bobbing free and smacking his stomach elicits a moan from you that would’ve left you ashamed if you were with anyone else.
You wouldn’t say you were necessarily surprised by the size of him since you’d felt it through his clothes, but you will admit it was still unexpected. Your Sweet B was hung. And not only was the size of it impressive, but the fact that it curved upwards toward his stomach just how you liked it left you in awe.
“It’s like you were made just for me,” you whispered as you admired Bob from head to toe.
Bob was blushing so hard you knew he would’ve covered his face with his hands if he wasn’t such a good listener. Precum pooled on his perfectly toned stomach as he took in your praise. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs at this point. He just might be the death of you. You’d never felt more alive.
You lean down and grab all 8 inches of his aching cock in your hand, Bob sucking his teeth at the sensation of finally being touched. You can feel his dick pulsing in your hand as you lick the vein that runs underneath it from root to tip. When you reach his crown, you swirl your tongue around it then cover his tip with your mouth, sucking lightly.
Bob lets out the most delicious whimper you’ve ever heard, causing you to look up at him from between his legs. His eyes are squeezed shut and the muscles in his arms are bulging from the strength of his restraint. He’s losing his mind for you, only you, and it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of.
You lap up the precum that had leaked onto his stomach and climb up to Bob’s face.
“Open.” You say as his eyes shoot open and you grip his jaw.
He obeys immediately, sending another gush down your thighs, as you lean over and spit what was left of his precum into his mouth. You both moan when it hits his tongue and you reach underneath you to line Bob up with your entrance.
“Listen very carefully, B,” you say as you slowly start to sink down onto him. “I’m going to use you to come again.”
Bob begins to answer but you clamp one hand over his mouth. His eyes flash as you slip farther and farther down his cock. You’re more than ready for him and this position is helping you take all of him, but he’s still so big. When he’s finally fully sheathed inside of you, you let out a shaky exhale. You were so full.
Bob lifted an eyebrow at you and you swore you could feel a smirk underneath your palm. You adored that about him. As submissive as he was to you, he could still be cocky with you, bratty even, and that made everything all the more fun.
“But you, my Sweet B,” you continued. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”
The smirk was immediately wiped off his face and you chuckled as you began moving your hips. The feeling of him bare inside of you was euphoric, and lucky for him you could already feel your orgasm brewing.
You moved your hand from his mouth down to his neck and picked up your pace. Bob let out a deep guttural moan as you squeezed the sides of his neck slightly. He truly was made for you.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whine, grabbing your nipple with the hand not currently being used as Bob’s necklace.
He tracks your movement with hungry eyes and licks his lips, his arms still straining from where he’s following your orders and keeping them above his head.
“Ace, baby…pl-please let me touch you.” He begs.
Bob lifts his hips up to meet yours, forcing a strangled moan from you as you catch yourself on his chest with one hand. Brat.
“Not a chance.” You answer and let go of his throat, tweaking both of your nipples now and teasing him for his little stunt.
You hear shuffling behind you, but not soon enough to prepare you. Bob plants his feet onto the bed and fucks up into you with defiant fervor. You brace yourself on his muscled abdomen which is rippling with tension from his movements.
“Shit!” You scream as Bob bullies into that sweet spot inside you, making you see stars behind your clamped eyelids.
“Come on, baby. Come all over me again.” Bob grunts.
You open your eyes to see him already looking at you, eyes flashing gold.
“Bob, your eyes.” You moan breathlessly.
“I’m in control, baby.” He assures you, slowing down his movements just enough for you to fuck yourself back onto him and draw a groan from his lips.
“I don’t think you are.” You lean down and whisper into his ear.
Bob moans as your hands roam all over him. His shoulders, his hair, his nipples, his neck…none of it left untouched by your hands as you continue to ride him into oblivion.
“Ace…please.” Bob whimpers and throws his head back into the pillows.
“I know.” You moan. “I know. You’re doing so good for me, baby. You’re gonna make me come again. Fuck into me harder, B.”
Bob obliges immediately. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other and your moans and pants mixing together is filthy. You have a brief second where you pray to Thor that no one’s home from the gala yet, knowing there’d be no denying what could be heard through these walls right now. But it’s that thought exactly, the thought of someone hearing you and Bob claim each other, that brings your orgasm hurdling to the surface.
“Yes, baby…YES!” You scream as your orgasm hits you so hard it wipes your vision and hearing.
You feel yourself squirt all over Bob’s cock as he continues to thrust up into you, but you can’t see or hear anything. You fall into Bob’s chest, panting and convulsing and oh so satisfied. As you come back down to earth, you begin to make out some of Bob’s words.
“Ace…please baby…need…touch…let me…you.”
You could hear how frantic and high pitched he sounded through the ringing in your ears. You couldn’t form words yet, so you just reached up, grabbed his hands and wrapped his arms around you. Bob squeezed you tight then immediately ran his hands up and down your back, then squeezed you again like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do more.
The ringing stopped and you could hear his heartbeat against the side of your face. You could’ve stayed like this forever, but a slight shift of your hips reminded you of how good Bob had been for you…how well he’d obeyed your orders.
You shifted your hips again, harder and more intentional this time and heard Bob take a sharp inhale.
You turned your head over so you could reach his ear.
“Should I clean up my mess again?” You whispered to him.
You felt his cock jerk inside you as he gripped you harder.
“If you put your mouth anywhere near me, you’ll have two messes to clean.” Bob answers you.
You let out a chuckle that causes you to clench around his painfully hard cock.
“Baby I ca-I can’t hold it much longer.” He pleads to you.
“I know, I know.” You assure him as you brush his curls back and kiss him softly. “My Sweet B, you’ve been so good for me.”
You pull on his bottom lip with your teeth as you sit up, bracing your hands on his chest again.
“Where does my perfect boy want to come?” You ask as you wiggle your hips again.
Bob whimpers and grabs your hips almost painfully to stop you. You’re about to chastise him when you see his eyes drop down to your chest and stay there.
Oh. Your sweet, filthy Bob.
“Yeah?” You ask, which draws his attention back to your face. “On my back or my knees?”
Bob’s eyes flash again as he realizes you understood his wishes without him saying a word. Didn’t he realize you understood him? Fully?
“Your back.” He answers in a deeper voice than you’ve heard all night.
A thrill runs through you as you hop off of him, a little sorer than you were before the night started, and roll onto your back. Bob is on top of you faster than you can register and pushing your tits together.
“These were driving me crazy all night.” Bob rasps as he sticks his dick in the tight space in between your breasts. He’s still wet from your orgasm, sliding into them with ease. “I’ve thought about this for months but that dress tonight, Ace…god that damn dress was killing me all night.”
He’s thrusting harder and harder now, bordering on frantic as you put your hands on top of his, pushing your breasts together harder. You moan at the look of pure ecstasy on his face while he grunts with every thrust, titty-fucking you into the mattress.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” You encourage.
With your full permission granted, Bob thrusts one, two, three more times before his hips stutter and he lets out a guttural groan, coating your chest in his cum. He strokes himself over you, spurting ropes and ropes all across your tits and chest.
This was your favorite part about edging: the ungodly amount of cum they release when they’re finally allowed to let go. You’re both moaning messes as milks himself dry then collapses on his side next to you.
“Holy shit.” He breathes out.
“Yeah.” You answer, completely out of breath and satiated.
“It’s never…I’ve never…” Bob begins before you cut him off.
“I know, B. Me too.”
He smiles at you then looks down at your chest to admire his handiwork.
“We should probably…” he starts, seemingly distracted by the sight of you covered in him. You knew the feeling well.
“Yes, please.” You laugh as you sit up. “We’re filthy.”
Bob giggles as he follows you toward his bathroom, sweeping you up in his arms as you scream and laugh in surprise.
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After you’d washed each other in the shower, Bob was being extremely clingy. You knew some subs got like this after an intense scene, like the one you two had, and you usually hated it. But with Bob, you were glowing.
You’d said you wanted to brush your teeth, so he gave you his toothbrush. When you went to protest he begged, begged you to use it. He really could get anything he wanted when he begged, and you feared he was starting to realize it.
Bob then led you to his closet where he gave you a pair of his boxers and an old tshirt that smelled like Bob in a bottle. You loved it. Bob was basically scenting you, claiming you, and it was making the butterflies in your stomach run rampant.
“You know I’m already yours, if you want me.” You break the comfortable silence while Bob strips the ruined sheets off the bed.
He doesn’t answer as he remakes the bed with fresh sheets and a new comforter he grabbed from his closet. You stand there patiently until he’s finished, pulling back the sheets on one side and motioning you towards the bed.
You get under the covers and Bob immediately follows, turning off the lamp then burying his face in the crook of your neck. You giggle as his hair tickles you and he pulls even closer to him. You didn’t know that was possible.
“Of course I want you.” Bob mutters into your neck and you absolutely swoon.
“Good.” You whisper back, closing your eyes as the exhaustion begins to take over.
You didn’t even know what time it was, let alone where your phone or your purse was, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You’d never been more comfortable, more content in your life.
“Can I ask you something?” You hear Bob question.
“Anything, baby.” You answer, still running your fingers through her hair.
“Why tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Bob responds. “What was it about tonight that made you…y’know…go home with me?”
It was so endearing to you that after everything you and Bob did in this very bed, he couldn’t bring himself to be vulgar.
“You want me to be honest?” You sighed.
You felt Bob nod against your neck.
“It was the tux…” you admitted.
Bob sat up immediately.
“You’re kidding.” He breathed.
“Nope. Couldn’t take my eyes off you in that damn suit.”
Bob breaks into laughter and puts his hand on his head.
“When Yelena took me to the tailor, she said you’d love it.” Bob said as he laid his head on your chest. “I had no idea what she meant…how did she know?”
“I have no idea, baby.” You answer, bringing your hands back to his hair, making him nearly purr. “But tomorrow we need to get her a gift basket.”
