Pairing: The Sentry/Bob/Robert Reynolds/TheVoid x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader!
Summary: The new medication youâre taking is making your sexual cravings unbearable, and when Sentry returns to the compound from a mission, it tests every inch of composure you have.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Smut and Fluff, The medication is technically sex pollen (but not really, itâs not the central focus of this but itâs whatâs makin the reader a little on edge) Reference to Medication Use, Reader was sick prior to this and the science behind the medication is referenced to and explained.
Smut Warnings: Unprotected P in V Sex (YâallâŠYou know what Iâm gonna say lol), Breeding Kink, Praise/Worshipping Kink, Reader is taking additional measures to not get pregnant (Birth Control Shots), Dirty Talk, Sentry is a tease and a little bit âbrattyâ, Oral Sex (fem! Receiving), Is this a little feral? I would think so.
Authorâs Note: I got an idea from a semi-request/statement from an anon by the name âbook readerâ and a lot of other people. I literally couldnât write this any faster! It was so fun to write, and I meanâŠSentry with a breeding kink is something else, so I had to. Canât resist pleasing the masses. I canât wait for tomorrowâs update though!
Word Count: 6,395
The elevator doors dinged down the hall, and your ears practically perked up from the notification-like sound. You didnât need to check the time, or the monitors that you had on your tablet. You knew exactly who it was that had arrived.
The heavy booted footsteps confirmed it completely for youâone heavier than the other, slow, grounded, and familiar in a way that made your heartbeat spike. The quiet thud of his body weight, the hum of his energy radiating through the hallways, and the buzzing that came from each ceiling light he passed due to the reservoir of power that was still slipping out of him from the mission he had just returned from.
You could practically track him from the elevator, to the kitchen, to the start of the hallway that led to your shared quarters. And unfortunately for your dignity, you could already feel yourself squirming in your spot.
You tried to stay still, buried under the blankets with your book held high like it might block out the oncoming disaster. But the second the door cracked open, and you peeked over the top of those long forgotten pagesâany hold you had on your composure shattered.
Sentry stepped inside, still in his full mission suit. You had seen him in it a hundred times, youâd seen him take it off, youâd also seen the multiple variations he had gone through to get the correct fit, and every time he was in it he looked phenomenal, there was no question about that. But right now, laying in the bed you shared with Bob, the image in front of you made every fiber of your being tense up.
The gold fabric clung to Sentry's body like it had been vacuum-sealed against him. There were faint dirt stains and burn marks that were scattered along the shiny golden landscape which only emphasized the thick curves of his shoulders and the strain of his biceps beneath the sleeves. His cape had slipped down one side, draping behind him like an afterthought, it was dark, a sharp contrast to the sun-kissed yellow that he displayed on his body. His chest was rising with effort, muscles shifting with every exhale as he dragged one boot off, then the other.
You could feel your jaw slacken slightly, and you tried your best not to let out a moan at the sight.
âI know,â Sentry muttered suddenly, glancing briefly toward you with a sheepish breath, âI know. You told Bob that when I come back from missions, I need to use the other door to get to the washroom so I donât get our room dirty. I justâŠNeed more space right now and I donât want to accidentally wreck the bathroom.â You didnât respond. You were too busy watching the way his arms raised behind him as he triedâand failedâto reach the latch of his cape. His triceps flexed hard, rolling under the gold, every movement slow, strained, and achingly distracting. You swallowed hard, feeling the heat crawling down your neck.
He grunted in frustration, âThis damn thingâŠâ God, even the noises he was making were causing you to shift against the mattress for some sort of relief. He shook the cape loose a bit, but it got stuck again. You could practically see every detail of his shoulder blades shifting under the suit, and each time his muscles flexed it felt like real-time torture. Your stomach clenched, and your thighs pressed together beneath the blankets.
Then he let out a defeated sigh, turning halfway towards you again.
âMy sunshineâŠâ He started softly, voice coaxing, like he could feel your stare, âCan you please help me out of this thing? Iâm getting very annoyed by it.â The nickname made your gut twist. It was the one he always used when he thought you were angry at him, the one that always forced a smile onto your lips because it was just too hard to stay in a bad mood around him, even if he did stupid things. You werenât mad this time though, and if anything, that soft, familiar tone just made your stomach twist up even more.
You remained frozen, eyes devouring every inch of him like you hadnât touched him a thousand times beforeâŠLike this was the first time you were seeing what his body could do, or how it moved soâŠNicely.
When Sentry didnât hear any shuffling of sheets, or your usual reluctant sigh you made when you had to leave the fortress of blankets you created around you, he spun around to look at you fully.
âSunshine?â He repeated, a hint of confusion and concern lacing his wordsâthen he stopped dead in his tracks. Your eyes were wide and glossy, practically shimmering with need. You looked like you werenât even breathing, and he could see a faint sheen of sweat glazing your skin. You were locked on him like he was your prey, and you were about to pounce.
His eyebrows raised at you, âUmâŠWhy are you looking at me like youâre going to eat me?â He asked, taking one step toward the bed. Your hand shot out like a warning.
âSentry, I will rip you out of your suit,â You choked out, half-laughing, half-pleasing, âDonât come any closer.â A grin appeared on his lips, the warmth immediately radiating off of it.
âWhatâs going on with you?â He asked teasingly, crouching down beside the bed, voice dipped low, âYou look all sweaty andâŠStressed.â He reached out, and placed one of his large, warm hands on your cheek. You flinched slightly at the contact, not from discomfortâbut because the heat between you doubled immediately. Your skin felt like it was vibrating beneath his touch.
âAnd youâre boiling hot,â He murmured, âAre you sick again?â You shook your head quickly, turning slightly as he leaned closer to you, his nose brushing against your cheek. But then he breathed inâslow and deepâand you could instantly see the way his face changed, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
Something soft and ripe lingered in the air around youâfaintly fruity, like the first bite of an overripe peach or the skin of a plum warmed by the sun. It wasnât artificial in any sense of the word, and it certainly wasnât perfume. It was just skin and hormones bleeding quietly into his senses.
He knew that scent very well because he had smelled it once before. When stolen kisses and late-night touches between you and Sentry didnât exist. Before you ever pressed your forehead to his and whispered his name in pure ecstasy. Before you got on the birth control shot that muted everything and dulled it out, flatting it to a faint sweetness that he could only smell if he had his face buried between your legs.
Now that he was smelling it again it brought on the ache of nostalgia. But it also made him hyper aware that something had changed.
âYouâre ovulatingâ He said dryly, swallowing the thick saliva that began to coat his tongue.
âNo Sentry, Iâm not ovulating. Iâm on the shot, remember?â You responded, which instantly earned a very stern shake of his head.
âNo, noâŠThis is not your usual scent. I would know. Iâm all over you all the time basically. You smell like how you used to smell before you were on those birth control shots. Have youâŠHave you stopped taking them or something? Were you thinking of surprising me?â He asks, with a smirk coming up on his lips.
You let out a groan, dragging your hands down your face like that might save you.
âOf course Iâm still taking the shotsâŠItâs just this stupid medication has put me down the path of becoming a feral animal.â He let out a small laugh, and he realized it seemed like he had missed a chapter of your lifeâbecause he didnât remember what medication you would be taking that could cause something like this.
âWhat medicine did they give you?â You threw your head back against the pillow, with a huff.
âItâs this stupid antibiotic-antiviral crossover thing. The med bay said itâll help me heal quicker from that stupid systemic infection I got from that lab a few weeks backâbut they also mentioned that the chemical makeup of the drug technically has similar derivatives from sex pollen plants. So here we are nowâŠGoing through the side effects.â Sentry moved back slightly, and his brows knitted together.
âAnd you thought you could override the effects? What did you think was going to happen?â He asked jokingly. You groaned, placing your palm against his chest, trying to push him back slightly.
âThey told me all the side effects were manageable, and for the most part they areâŠSue me for trusting the medical professionals. And move backâfor the love of god, youâre literally exuding your hormones onto me.â He laughed harder this time, bringing one of his hands to wrap around your wrist, rubbing his thumb gently across your forearm.
âIâm not doing anything,â He said with feigned innocence, eyes gleaming, âIâm just sitting here checking on my girlfriend.â
âSentry, shut up,â You gritted through your teeth, jaw tight. He leaned in again, lips ghosting against your boiling hot cheek.
âWhatâre you going to do if I donât?â His voice was smooth like honey, and his breath fanned over your skin, sticking against it. You squinted, eyes narrowing at the questions.
âMaybe I wonât take off that annoying cape you were complaining about.â You shot back, and his eyebrows lifted, grin spreading even wider.
âAnd keep me in the suit that turns you on enough that it makes you look at me like youâre about to jump my bones?â He tilted his head slightly, golden eyes glowing with barely restrained amusement, âPleaseâŠI can already tell Iâll need to give the designers a call to order me a new suit with those eyes youâre giving me right now.â There was a pause. The kind that stretched and hummed with too much heat and too little space.
You could feel his eyes tracing over your face and you couldnât look away. Your jaw clenched, tight like you were trying to bite back everything you wanted to sayâand everything your body was already begging to do.
Then your voice cracked softly through the air.
âYouâre right.â
He blinked, not fully processing the shift until you movedâquick and sudden, like gravity had finally won. You surged forward and grabbed his face between your hands, tilting it just enough to crash your mouth against his.
The kiss hit hard. No warning. No patience.
Sentry let out a small grunt of surprise but met you without hesitation. His lips were hot, tasting faintly of smoke and salt, still buzzing faintly with power. His hands flew to your waist, then one slid up your back with desperate care, cradling the back of your head like he was afraid to let you go.
Your fingers slipped into his hair, threading through those soft light brown strands you loved, tugging gently. He groaned into your mouth at that, the sound cracking open something inside him as he tilted his head to deepen the kissâtongue brushing yours, kiss turning rough, messy, addictive.
You whimpered against his mouth, your whole body rising off the mattress, arms locked around his neck, knees bumping into him from beneath the blanket that had began to slip off of you.
His breath hitched. Then broke.
Sentry pulled back only slightly, lips swollen, panting softly, his pupils blown wide as his forehead leaned into yours.
âOkay,â He exhaled, voice ragged, almost trembling with restraint. âOkayâplease take the cape off. I need to get this suit off in one piece before you kill me.â You were dazed and flushed warm, your thumbs dragging across his smooth cheeks, âI was just joking about calling the suit designers,â He added quickly, a breathless, nervous little laugh escaping him, âIf I wreck another one Val is actually going to tear my head offâŠSo please. Spare me that.â
You laughed into his mouth and reached up, fingers sliding under the collar of the cape. He sat back on his knees and let you pull at the fastenings. Your hands were trembling slightly, not from nervesâbut need. The second the clasp popped loose, the fabric slipped away from his shoulder like silk.
His shoulders heaved as he exhaled hard, finally freed.
âThank god,â Sentry groaned, âNow let me take theââ
You didnât let him finish. Your hands curled around the edges of his face, and you kissed him againâhot and fast, like the ache in your body had officially taken the wheel.
âTheââ Another kiss, more demanding this time, your mouth pressing against his again.
âRest of theââ Your lips moved to his jaw now, biting softly as your hands ran over the fabric that caressed his shoulders.
âS-Suit offââ He gasped when you kissed the corner of his mouth again, slowlyâtorturous evenâyour hand sliding down his chest as the golden fabric shifted beneath your fingers.
âBefore youââ You kissed him once more, longer this time. Tongue grazing his lower lip, pulling a shudder from deep inside his chest.
âKill meââ He breathed against your mouth, voice hoarse with a laugh, his forehead pressing against yours. You reached behind him, fingers finding the hidden zipper of his suit with easeâdue to muscle memory, and needâdragging it down with a soft tug. The sound it made was practically obscene, echoing loud in the quiet room. You wrapped your other arm around his lower back to guide the rest of the zipper down, knuckles grazing skin that was already burning.
Sentry let out a low, breathy laugh against your mouth.
âI guess now I know how you feel,â he murmured, his voice still laced with warm amusement, âwhen Iâm in such a rush to get your clothes off I get all shaky and stuff.â
You smirked against his jaw, kissing the corner of his mouth again.
âHow the tables have turned, hmm?â
His laugh deepened, husky and half-gasped as the zipper caught just above his hips. âI would say itâs karmaâŠBut whoâs paying attention to terminology right now?â
You leaned into him, kissing him once more before undoing the large crest-shaped belt that wrapped around his waist. The buckle clicked free with a satisfying snap, and the heavy piece dropped to the floor with a muted thud. His arms wrapped around you, momentarily startled by the sound, then eased again as you pushed the blankets fully off your legs.
You shifted upward onto your knees, the hem of your oversized t-shirt lifting with the movementâsettling just at the tops of your thighs, tickling the overheated skin there.
Sentryâs breath shook against your lips as you kissed him again, this time slow and devastating, your hands peeling the gold fabric down his shoulders. He let it happen, arms slack, breath catching as the top of the suit was pulled away completely, revealing the flushed skin beneath.
His muscles were tight and still pulsing from exertionâshoulders broad and slick from the leftover heat of the mission, chest rising fast with each pant. His collarbone glistened faintly under the dim lighting, skin smelling like ozone and sweat and the faintest trace of smoke. That post-mission scent you always craved but never admitted to. You pulled back slightly, eyes drifting downwards, as you lost your words.
No matter how many times you saw him nakedâor half-naked like thisâit still drove you insane. It didnât matter how many nights youâd spent curled against his chest, how many times youâd touched him. Your body always reacted like it was the first time.
And somehow, there was always something new.
Your eyes caught it as he shiftedâjust below his right pectoral, near the delicate curve of his ribcage. A tiny cluster of freckles. Soft, scattered like constellations youâd never noticed before.
You reached out, fingertips brushing lightly over them.
Sentry went still, his chest tightening under your touch.
âWhatâŠ?â He asked softly, looking down at your hand.
âYouâve got freckles here,â You murmured, voice dazed with awe. âIâve never seen them before.â
He looked down too, brow furrowing slightly. âHuh. I didnât even know I had those.â
You ran your fingers over them again, slower this time, watching the way his skin twitched. âTheyâre really cute.â
His breath hitched under your touch, and you looked up just in time to catch the small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.
âMust be that medication making you hyper aware of all my little features,â He commented, eyes flicking to yours with playful fondness.
You tilted your head, your voice soft but laced with teasing. âOr I just pay attention to you all the time and never thought to point out the new things Iâve seen until now.â
He groaned quietly at thatâoverwhelmed in the way he always got when you were like this. Not when you were wrecked and needy, but when you were quiet. Focused. When your eyes saw more than just his bodyâwhen they saw him.
âEver the attentive lover, Y/N.â He whispered, brushing his nose along yours, kissing you againâslow and unhurried, despite the tension buzzing between you. You smiled into his mouth and leaned back just enough to rest your hands on his hips, fingers curling against the thick golden fabric that still clung to them.
âTake the rest of the suit off, please.â His eyes darkened slightly, the golden hue turning a slight caramel colour. He was happy to play along.
âCommand heard, Sunshine,â He said with a grin, backing up a bit. You watched as he reached for the waistband of the suit and pushed it lower, easing the fabric down over his hips slowly.
The moment it dropped far enough for you to see the curve of him pressing hard against the tight black briefs beneath, your breath caught.
He was already half-hardâthick and heavy, straining against the material like heâd been on the edge ever since you kissed him.
You let out a soft, involuntary âMmm,â and he chuckled, amused and smug.
âYou really are losing it for me, huh?â
You nodded instantly, words spilling out with zero shame. âCanât help it. You bring it out of me.â
His smirk softened into something more gentle, something a little stunned, as if that sort of confession still knocked the wind out of him. Then he leaned in again, mouth finding your jaw, lips brushing a kiss just under it.
âI think I can get used to this.â Your stomach fluttered as his hands slid upâslow, teasingâunder the hem of your oversized shirt. The pads of his fingers were light, tracing over your heated skin like they had all the time in the world. Your breath stuttered at the sensation. He kissed down the column of your neck, slow and methodical, like he was marking out territory with his mouth.
âYouâre wearing too many clothes,â He said, voice rick and low against your skin, âEspecially for someone who wants to be fucked into the mattress.â A sharp, shaky breath escaped you, your fingers digging into his arms as he whispered the next part, almost sweetlyâ
âLet me help you. Hmm?â
Your voice broke around his name. âGodâSentry. Please.â
That was all it took.
He grinned, one hand sliding to your waist while the other gripped the hem of your shirt and tugged it up, over your head in one clean motion. He tossed it aside without even looking, his eyes locked on the newly exposed skin in front of him.
Your breasts were soft and full, rising with each shallow breath you took. Your nipples were already peaked from the cool air in the roomâeven though you felt like you were on fire from the inside out. Heat was radiating off your skin, sweat slicking your sternum in a sheen he knew the taste of far too well. His mouth had been there many times, had claimed that skin like sacred ground, had suckled and bitten and worshipped you in every state imaginableâbut somehow this still stole the breath from his lungs.
And then his eyes dipped lower.
The black lace underwear you wore clung to your hips like a secret he wasnât supposed to know. They were cheeky in the back, riding high on your curves, and dipped just low enough in the front to tease him with a hint of what was underneath. The lace was delicate, sheer in some places, and it hugged you like it had been made for his hands to slide beneath.
A puff of air escaped his lipsâbarely controlled, like heâd just been given the first glimpse of heaven again. âMy god,â he breathed, golden eyes burning, âYouâre so beautiful. As always.â
Your arms slipped around his neck like instinct, pulling him close, your lips finding his with a heat that almost knocked him back. The kiss was messy and greedyâtongue and teeth and too much want spilling into it. His hands slid down your back, fingertips pressing into the arch of your spine, pulling you against him. He groaned into your mouth, shifting forward, his hands slipping under the edge of your lace waistband just enough to feel skinâjust enough to tease. And then he pulled back slightly, his nose brushing against yours as he spoke.
His voice dropped, thick and sensual, velvet-drenched and trembling with restraint.
âLay back for me, sunshine,â He murmured, âLet me taste the sweetness thatâs driving you mad. Let me worship the ache between your thighs until you forget your own name.â His eyes were shimmering and the air around you pulsed like it was responding to the divine hunger that was curling within you, âI want to see how wet you are just from watching me breathe.â Your head fell back on a gasp, the words so obscene and godly at once it made your thighs twitch, your breath catch, and your soul stutter. You met his gaze again with a fire that matched his own and slowly laid back against the pillows, legs parting slightly in invitation.
Sentry inhaled sharply, almost broken.
And then he descended.
His palm pressed flat over the lace between your thighs, and he groaned.
A long, broken sound that cracked in his throat like he couldnât believe what he was feeling. The fabric was soakedâutterly drenchedâand the heat radiating off your body made it stick wetly to your core like a second skin.
Sentryâs eyes fluttered shut for a split second as his fingers dragged slowly over the slick fabric, then pressed in harder, rubbing a circle just above your entrance.
âOhâfuck,â You gasped, your hips arching up involuntarily.
His jaw clenched at the sound. His mouth watered so fast it made his tongue press against his teeth, and he dropped his head with a strained grunt.
âThis isââ He breathed, voice ragged as his fingers curled into the waistband and yanked them down off your legs in one rough motion. âThese are ruined.â
He balled the soaked lace in his fist, his knuckles going white, and brought them to his nose before you could say a word.
Then he moaned.
It was shameless, gutturalâlike something unholy had crawled up his throat and made a home there. He inhaled again, eyes fluttering, golden lashes trembling.
âJesus Christ,â He growled, voice thick with something feral. âIâm keeping these. You smell soâŠâ He trailed off, groaning again, deeper this time. âSo fucking good. Fuck.â
He was panting now and before you knew it he was on the bed fully, his massive frame pressing you down into the mattress as he settled between your legs. His shoulders pushed them open a little wider with zero effort, spreading you like a meal heâd been starved of.
âI want to see all of it. I want your scent in my lungs until I canât fucking think anymore.â
You whimpered, already gasping before his mouth even touched you.
And then it did.
It wasnât soft.
It wasnât slow.
He dove in like a man possessed.
The first drag of his tongue was obsceneâlong, hard, and flat from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He groaned again, louder now, into you, like the taste was more than he could bear.
His tongue circled, then flicked, then suckedâmouth latching to you with greedy, wet pressure, and your fingers immediately tangled in his hair. You pushed it out of his face, the strands clinging to your sweaty palms as you cried out beneath him.
âOh my god, Sentryâ!â
He didnât stop.
Didnât even pause.
He growled into you again, biting softly at the inside of your thigh before licking back up and sucking again, harder nowâno rhythm, no restraint. He lapped you open, tongue dragging and curling and licking so deep and rough it had your legs shaking within seconds.
He was messy with itâface slick, chin soaked, groaning constantly as he devoured you like a feast he hadnât earned, like this was divine punishment for something and he wanted more of it.
You were writhing, hips rolling against his mouth, and he just held you there, huge hands locking over your thighs, pinning you wide open while his tongue fucked into you, lapping greedily at your soaked heat before pulling up to suck your clit between his lips again.
And he wouldnât stop moaning.
It was constantâthis low, vibrating, starving sound, like you were pouring into him, drowning him in it, and he wanted to sink deeper.
Your nails scraped his scalp and he groaned againâlouder, sloppier, tongue dragging harder and faster, chasing your high like it would save him. His mouth was fucking soaked. Your slick was everywhereâcoating his lips, dripping down his chin, making obscene wet sounds every time he dragged his tongue through your folds again.
When he pulled back just barely, panting, face wet and eyes completely wild, he growledâ
âYou smell so fucking good right now. I canât thinkâI canât breathe.â And then he bit your inner thigh. Hard.
You yelped, the jolt shooting through you like lightning, and he soothed it with a slow, open-mouthed kiss, tongue flicking over the mark like an apology he didnât mean.
âYou taste like everything,â he whispered, voice trembling. âI need to come with your taste still on my tongue.â
Then he ducked down again, and this time he didnât tease.
He buried his mouth against your core like he was staking a claim. Tongue thrusting deep and curling inside you while his nose bumped your clit. You could feel the moans vibrating through you as he sucked and licked and fucked you with his mouth like he was trying to crawl inside your body and live there.
Your vision whited out.
The sounds echoing off the wallsâwet, vulgar, desperateâwere barely human anymore. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, and your hands were tangled in his hair like lifelines.
âSentryâSentry, Iâm gonnaâ!â
He growled against your clit and then sucked so hard your back arched clean off the bed as you screamed his name, the orgasm tearing through you so violently you swore you blacked out for a moment.
But he didnât stop.
He licked through it, into it, mouth still worshipping, dragging every last tremor out of you until your legs buckled and your thighs clenched hard around his head.
Only then did he slowâkissing gently now, reverently, dragging his tongue over your sensitive folds with soft flicks, breathing ragged into your skin as he groaned again.
âSweetest thing Iâve ever tasted,â He murmured hoarsely, eyes half-lidded and golden. âSunshineâŠIâm fucking addicted to you.â
You could barely form wordsâpanting, dazed, your body trembling in the aftermath.
And still, his hands cradled your thighs like you were sacred, kissing them like they were altar stone, soft and warm under his lips. He nipped gently at the skin, then soothed the bite with his tongue, waiting for your breathing to even out.
âDid that give you a little bit of relief?â He murmured, his voice low, thick with satisfaction and reverence as he looked up at you. Your fingers combed slowly through his hair, and the soft strands seemed to ground you. The way you touched himâgentle, languidâmade his chest ache. He kissed you again, higher up your inner thigh this time, and whispered, âY/NâŠStill with me?â Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and glossy, and you gave a breathless laugh, voice cracking as you exhaled:
âGod, youâre so good with that mouth of yours.â A slow, bashful smile appeared on his lips, but it didnât last longâbecause your hand was already tugging at him, pulling him up your body with a hunger that made his heart stutter.
He kissed up your stomach as he moved, slow and hot, letting his tongue swirl in a line past your navel, over the sweat-slick curve of your ribs, before finally claiming your lips again. The moment his mouth met yours, you tasted itâyour own sweetness still on his tongueâand the sound you let out was pure sin.
Your fingers hooked under the waistband of his briefs, tugging firmly.
âI need you to fuck me, Sentry,â you breathed against his lips, eyes blazing with the kind of desperation that made his cock throb painfully hard inside the tight fabric.
He cupped your cheek, thumbing gently at your jaw, his voice reverent and dark.
âIâll do way more than that.â
You gave a breathy little laugh, and he kissed the sound right off your mouth.
Then his hand dipped low, pushing his briefs down and off with one swift movement before tossing them aside without care. The moment he was free, your breath caught.
He was painfully hardâthick and flushed, the head a deep red and glistening with precum. You whimpered, hips twitching, thighs falling open for him on instinct.
âFuck,â you whispered.
Sentry gave himself a few slow, teasing strokes, his erection heavy in his hand as he guided it toward your soaked heat. He dragged the head up and down your folds, collecting your wetness, smearing it over your clit in lazy, sinful strokes that had your entire body tightening.
Then, finally, finallyâhe lined himself up and pushed in.
You both gasped.
The stretch was overwhelming. You could feel every ridge of him, every thick inch dragging against your fluttering walls as he sank in slow and deep, inch by devastating inch.
Sentry groaned above you, burying his face in your neck. âGod, youâre so fucking wet,â he breathed, his voice strangled, almost wrecked already. âYouâre clenching around me alreadyâfuckâlike you were made to take me.â
Your back arched at the words, your hands gripping his biceps so hard your nails left marks.
âSentryâpleaseâmoveââ You begged, gasping against the shell of his ear.
He growled and started to thrust.
Hard.
He didnât ease into itâhe didnât need to. Your body pulled him in like a vice, slick and hot and pulsing around him. His hips snapped into yours, his cock dragging against your sweet spot every time he slammed in, and it made you cry out.
The sound only drove him harder.
âFuckâfuckâyou feel perfect,â He snarled, grinding into you, his lips brushing your jaw. âSo fucking warm and wetâtightening around me like it wants to keep me forever.â Sentry grunted as he bottomed out again, cock twitching inside your soaked walls. His hands were braced beside your head, caging you in, and the look in his eyes made your breath hitchâferal, starved, and glowing with something divine and dangerous.
âYou sure that birth control works well enough?â He murmured low against your ear, thrusting deep and hard, dragging another desperate cry from your lips. âBecause you feel like youâre begging to get knocked up.â
You gasped, nails raking down his back. âMaybe I am.â
He stilledâjust for a heartbeat.
Then he snarled.
âOh, fuckâyou want me to do it, huh?â he hissed, grinding his hips in slow, brutal circles. âFill this pussy so full of cum it takes root? Fuck a baby into you while youâre this wet and needy?â
You whimpered, head falling back against the pillow as your thighs shook around his waist. âFuck, Sentryâyesâpleaseââ
His jaw clenched. âYou know Iâll do it,â he panted, hips snapping harder now, punching gasps out of your chest. âIâll give it to you, sunshine. Iâll fill you so deep youâll never be able to get rid of me.â He grabbed your hands suddenly, intertwining your fingers with his, and slammed them down into the mattress beside your head. The weight of him over you, the way his grip locked yours in, made you cry out with need.
âThat little shot wonât stand a fucking chance when Iâm done with you.â He hissed, mouth brushing your ear.
âOh my Godâfuckâdo it,â You gasped, voice cracking into something filthy. âDo it, Sentryâfill me upâfuck your cum into me until it takesâmake me yours.â
That broke him.
He let out a feral, animalistic sound, driving into you harder, faster, each thrust slamming you against the bed with enough force to make the headboard rattle.
âYouâre mine,â He growled. âYouâre mine, you hear me? Iâm gonna fuck you until you scream with itââtil thereâs so much of me inside you your body wonât know what to do but keep it.â You cried out again, the coil inside you twisting impossibly tight. Your legs were trembling violently now, your vision going hazy around the edges.
He could feel it.
He knew.
âFuck, sunshineâcome for me,â He groaned, still pinning your hands. âCome while I fuck a baby into this perfect little pussy of yoursâlet me feel you break.â You shattered.
Your body arched violently, walls clenching down so hard it made him curse, your orgasm crashing through you in white-hot waves that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back.
He fucked you through it.
Harder.
âFuckâfuckâyouâre squeezing me so tightâGodâIâm gonnaââ
One final grind of his hips, deep and brutalâ
And he came.
Hot, pulsing streams of cum spilled inside you, thick and endless, coating your walls with such pressure you felt it flood you. It didnât stop. He kept grinding, deeper, groaning against your throat, body shaking with each twitch as more and more poured out of him.
âOh my fucking god,â He gasped, biting down on your neck, not to hurtâbut to ground himself. You whimpered, breathless, and ruined. He groaned into your skin, hips twitching one more time as he pushed forward, sinking his cock just a fraction deeperâpressing every last drop inside like he couldnât bear the thought of pulling out yet.
A long, shaky sigh escaped his lips as he finally stilled, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His grip on your hands loosened, and slowlyâalmost reluctantlyâhe shifted his weight to one side so he could look at you properly.
Your face was flushed and dewy, lashes fluttered half-closed, mouth parted slightly as you panted through the aftershocks. Completely dazed. Wrecked. Glowing.
He blinked, then let out a soft, breathless laugh, brushing your hair gently back with the knuckles of his hand. âHow was that?â
You blinked slowly, then gave him the laziest, most satisfied grin imaginable.
âSo fucking good,â You murmured, your voice rough from how much youâd been crying out his name.
He smiled, warm and proud, and leaned down to kiss you gentlyâlong and sweet. His hand came up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing slowly across your damp skin. And just as your lips parted with a hum, your walls fluttered around himâstill full, still holding him deep.
He pulled back with a groan, resting his forehead against yours.
âItâs like you have a spell on me,â he whispered, golden eyes flickering, âAll I want to do is be inside you⊠Or buried between your thighs. You must be a sorcerer of sorts.â
You let out a hoarse little laugh, breath hitching as your fingers pushed back the sweaty strands clinging to his forehead. âOr,â You murmured, âYou just love me very muchâŠThat could also be the thing, too.â
He nodded solemnly. âThat tooâŠâ And the two of you broke into quiet laughter.
Then he started pressing kisses all over your face. Your cheeks. Your forehead. The tip of your nose. âIf it wasnât for the fact that it would require you getting sick again,â he said between kisses, âIâd want you to be on that medication more often. Feral you is very interesting.â
You giggled softly, voice light but worn out. âSentry⊠Iâm practically always feral for you and Bob. This just heightens everything.â
He smirked at that, nuzzling his nose along your cheek. âIt also makes you a siren,â he muttered. âI felt like a sailor who was about to die at sea.â
You snorted and pulled him into another kiss, soft and lingering. âIâm going to boast to Yelena that I almost killed a God.â
His laugh rumbled against your mouth, warm and low. âBy all meansâŠBoast all you want, Youâre deadly.â He replied, dragging his lips down your jaw, planting one last kiss on your throat as you both sank into the mattressâwarm, tangled, and thoroughly undone.
Summary: Cameron is desperate to please you. Like, really desperate.
Warnings: female reader, Cameron is pathetic, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, protected sex (wrap before tap). dry humping, Cameron is pathetic. Mix of book and movie canon.
He's so squirmy. For a guy who claims to not be nervous, it's really apparent that he is. From the way he practically jumped out of his seat when you came over to compliment his singing at open mic night, to how his eyes comically widened when you suggested going home together after talking for a few hours.
âYeah, that's fine,â Cameronâs hands are running through his dirty blonde hair, a hundred thoughts clearly racing through his head.
âIf you don't want to-â
âI do! I mean,â he cleared his throat, âThat would be fine. Cool. It's just uh. I've been doing this thing, trying out the vagabond lifestyle, so I uh, live-â
âIn a van? Iâm aware, it's all this town could talk about when you first got here.â Gossip ran rampant in Sowell Bay. Folks loved to act as if a newcomer was a rarity and Cameron Cassmore had given them plenty to talk about. Heâs single handedly kept this town entertained for nearly a month now. You had heard things, about someone owing him a lot of money, how he seemed to argue with nearly everyone he met.
At open mic night, his demeanor was different. Less guarded. Probably helped that Tova was there, proving to everyone that this guy wasn't some dangerous drug dealer or whatever the rumor mill came up with this week.
Yeah, he was still awkward and needed a woman old enough to be his grandmother to strike up a conversation. After a beer or two, he had relaxed enough that Tova made an excuse about needing to leave (not before sending you a very obvious wink).
At the very least, Cameron would be a good time. If he could stop tripping over his own words.
âOh, yeah.â He was clearly uncomfortable with the gossip surrounding him. Granted, it's not like he tried to fly under the radar, "It's not bad or anything. I mean, the heater doesnât work but I have a ton of blankets. If you're cool with that, that is.â
He doesn't want to take you back there, it's clear as day. So you offer him an alternative.
âWe could go back to my place if you want.â
He nods, âYeah. We could do that.â
Cameron is silent in your car though his body can't seem to stay still. He alternates. First, fidgeting in the passenger seat, shifting his hips like he's trying to get comfortable. Knees bending despite there being plenty of room to accommodate his long legs. Then heâll run a hand through his hair, once, twice before moving on to fingers. Tracing over his many tattoos, finding something on his nails to pick at.
âBeen awhile?â Your tone is light, well meaning. And yet, one would think you had just accused him of murder.
âNo. Actually. Uh, before I came here I had a girlfriend. Not that she's still my girlfriend, we broke up before I left. But we didâŠit pretty regularly. So no, it hasn't been a while. I mean, it's been a while since I hooked up with someone but that's just more of a situational thing. Totally doesn't impact my ability at all, if that's what you're wondering.â
Alright, that was kinda a lie. The last two months of his relationship with Katie, things had cooled off in the bedroom. She was always tired or something. And it had been almost two months since he arrived in Sowell Bay soâŠfour months and some change. But the last thing Cameron needed was for you to think he couldn't deliver. You were cute, you actually approached him at the bar. When was the last time something so serendipitous happened to him? He couldn't remember. So he had to play it cool and he'd like to think he was doing an alright job at it.
âHooking up with someone you barely know is really different than having sex with your girlfriend. For all you know, I could be a serial killer,â you were joking but the way his eyes widened again, it was clear he was in over his head and your comment did not help.
âI'm not. Besides, too many people have seen us together. You also have a job that requires you to be punctual. So if you go missing, it'll be noticeable immediately.â Oh God, you were scaring the poor kid, âSorry, I listen to a lot of true crime podcasts.â
He laughs and for the first time since he sang on stage, the facade breaks. His shoulders relax, a crooked smile forms on his face. The corners of his blue eyes slightly crease. Its really fucking cute.
It lasts until you pull into your driveway.
âYou live here?â Cameron asks, incredulous at the sight of your townhouse.
âI mean, I rent it, if thatâs what youâre wondering.â It makes Cameron feel slightly better, feel less like a loser who lives in a van. But once his feet hit the gravel, his body tenses up. Heâs going into your house. You live in a house and youâre his age. A nice house, all by yourself. And what does he have?
He just needs a little more time. Thatâs all he ever needed. A little more time, and heâll meet Simon Briggs, get eighteen years worth of child support, buy an actual car, pay back Aunt Jean, and then rent out a nice place. Maybe heâll even have enough for a down payment for a house or maybe a condo. Yeah, a condo with a patio. Nothing like the shitty one bedroom apartment he lived in with his mom until she-
âCameron?â Your voice breaks him out of his racing thoughts. Somehow, he got to your porch, feet just steps away from the door like heâs a fucking vampire waiting to be given permission to enter. Youâre in the doorway, not quite inside your home but not outside either.
Anxiety is practically pouring out of him. It was endearing though. So you take a step forward, grasping his large hand into yours.
âItâs been a while for me too,â You confess.
âWhat? No, I just told you-â You donât let him finish the blatant lie. No amount of eye rolls would do the trick, so you let your lips shut up his. Thereâs the distinct remnants of whiskey on his lips. Theyâre surprisingly soft. He doesnât exactly scream âguy who applies chapstick regularlyâ. Heâs rusty at first, body stiff. His nose smashes into yours, as though he doesnât know where else it could go. Cameronâs fingers twitch, as though he wants to move them but just doesn't know where.
The last month before the breakup, all they had done was exchange quick, tight lipped kisses. Looking back, it was clear Katie was looking for any excuse to break up with him. It was even clearer that Cameron hadn't passionately kissed someone in a fucking while.
Just when he remembers what to do with his damn hands, you pull away. That was a total shit kiss, like did he even do anything besides stand there? Cameron should just go home before you ask him to-
âLet's go inside,â you give his hand a gentle squeeze before leading him into your living room.
âYou have a fireplace in your house?â he stares in amazement and if he hadn't dropped the fact his mom was a drug addict who abandoned him, you would be confused by his reaction.
âIt's really common in the houses up here. Gets cold in the winter and there's plenty of trees.â He continues to stare at it, like itâs hypnotized him. Reminding him of all the possibilities he could have had in his past. In the present.
âWhy donât we go to the couch?â Thatâs when it hits him. Why heâs here.
He doesnât want it to be a one night stand. Yes, that would be much easier. But talking to you is nice. You donât treat him like an idiot. You donât listen to the gossip that swarms this town. Youâre cute, but also sincere. Thereâs a calmness to you that he yearns for. Always had, if he really thought about it.
So he lets you lead him over to the couch and sits down first. It gives him more time to gather his thoughts, more time to plan how heâs going to convince you that he should be more than a one night stand. He doesnât have the money to take you out to a nice restaurant-do those even exist in Sowell Bay or is it all family style restaurants where everyone knows everyone? And he could, if he dipped into his paycheck. Or maybe he could take you out on a picnic. Tova probably had a picnic basket he could borrow, she seemed like that type. He could get sandwiches from Ethan at a discount and it wouldnât give you food poisoning as long as you ate it the day of.
âYou think really loudly,â you giggle, running a hand through his soft hair. Itâs mused from his earlier fussing with it and the ends are beginning to curl, âItâs really cute.â
âIt is?â His eyes are wide and bluer than the ocean. It's the fact he's genuinely surprised by the comment that gets you.
Aw.
âAlso if youâve changed your mind, itâs okay, like really. We could just watch a-â
âNo! I mean,â he clears his throat, clearly a nervous habit, âIâm fine. Iâm not nervous. Itâs not like Iâm a fucking teenager and itâs my first time.â
You straddle his waist, much to Cameronâs surprise, âItâs just your first time in a while with a stranger, right?â
âI mean, there was one time me and my ex were on a break-â
Nope. You werenât listening to this. You tugged on his hair, forcing him to look up at you. Before another excuse could fall from his lips, you pressed yours against his. This time, Cameron remembered what to do with his fucking hands. They reached for your shoulders, helping you push off your jacket. It landed on the floor, somewhere. He could pick it up for you later, if he remembered.
His hands skimmed across your back, landing at your hips. He really wanted to grab your breasts, he had been trying not to stare at them all night. But that would be too much too soon.
At least he's a better kisser this time. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and a low sigh escapes your mouth. Cameron wants to hear it again. Like now. He's never felt this need so badly, to know you're enjoying it as much as he is. He wouldn't call himself a selfish lover, it was just never a driving force behind his actions.
He gives your hips a tentative squeeze and you shift in his lap, aligning your core with his crotch. You don't notice it at first, but then his mouth is exploring your neck and it feels really good. But this time when you shift, you can feel his erection pressing against your clothed core and fuck heâs already this hard from kissing?
Cameron is painfully aware how pathetic it looks to be this hard from a make out session. But you keep letting out these soft moans every time his teeth find your pulse point below your jawline and it's the hottest sound he's ever heard. He wants to hear it again, more than he wants to thrust his hips upwards to get some relief.
You grab his hair again, giving the ends a tug so he's forced to look up. He's pretty like this. Hair curly, pink lips slightly swollen. Adam's apple bobbing hard in his throat. Curious, you rolled your hips against his and his head tips back. His teeth are biting down on his bottom lip hard.
You could make a comment about it. But then he'd probably try to make an excuse, try to explain it away. And you don't want that. So instead, your mouth attaches itself to his neck and you continue to grind against his erection, having never been more grateful to be wearing a dress. Even though there's still two layers of fabric separating your bodies, you can feel how hard he is. His cock twitches against your covered core and it makes you want to swallow him whole.
You continue to rock your hips, delighting in the strained, breathy groans that fall from his mouth. Cameron can't help but jerk his hips upwards when your teeth sink into his neck. Fuck, you're marking him. He hasn't been this excited about a hickey since ninth grade. He can hide it with his hoodie, or maybe you want others to see?
Maybe you wouldn't mind if he gave you one? The thought thrills him. He's certain by tomorrow morning the whole town will be talking about how the two of you were seen going home together. But you didn't seem to care about that or the fact he lived in a van. So maybe you wouldn't mind if he marked you?
âShould we umâŠgo to your bedroom?â His voice is strained, broad chest practically heaving. His hands are gripping your ass and unfortunately it's not because he wants to cop a feel. The reality is Cameron needs you to stop grinding against his cock because otherwise he will one hundred percent come in his pants.
You nod, leading him up the stairs. Cameron has to bite his tongue so he doesn't comment on the fact your place has three levels. Of course it does. You have your shit together, for a while now. And it's obvious he doesn't. He was also close to coming in his pants like a damn teenager.
He wants to see you again. But that won't happen if he's gawking over the fact you have an office and coming in his pants. You didn't seem to pay any mind to the gossip surrounding him but you've still heard it. He needs you to see that he's not some loser who lives in a van down by the river. He has potential, always had, the circumstances have just never been right and they're so close to being that.
He just needs a little more time.
Right now, he can't do much over the fact that locating Simon Briggs is harder than finding a needle in a haystack. But he can give you an unforgettable night. He can prove that he's worth keeping around, even if it's just for a tousle in the sheets.
So instead of ogling at your breasts, which look amazing in your lacy bra, he's studying your face as his fingers curve inside of you. He's listening for your breath to hitch, for you to let out one of those sweet moans so he knows what he's doing is actually bringing you pleasure.
Cameron has never thought so hard about this. Usually he considers fingering just part of the âwarm upâ, nothing too special. But what if he's bad and that makes you reconsider? If he can't use his fingers right, how could you expect him to pleasurably useâŠother parts of him?
His thumb draws a circle on your clit and he notices how your back arches off the mattress. Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his broad shoulders.
âYeah? You⊠you like that?â He winces. It sounded sexy in his head. But it comes out unsure and clunky. Usually he's the quiet type. But he's heard that erotic audio has become a big thing lately, so women must like guys who talk during it.
âI think you should get a condom.â Your voice is even and that worries Cameron. Shouldn't you sound a little more out of breath? Oh God, does he suck at this? Was Katie just faking it this whole time?
âYou, you sure? I can keep going if you want.â
âI'm ready and it seems like you are too.â You're referring to the fact he's painfully hard in his boxers. At least he remembered to do laundry yesterday, the last thing he needed was for you to see him in a ratty pair of boxers that had more than an acceptable number of holes in it.
âDo you need one?â You run a hand through his curls to get his attention.
âNo, I'm good. Absolutely have one. Cause why wouldn't I?â He nearly trips over his shoes to get to his pants and he hopes that maybe, just maybe, he has a condom that hasn't expired in his wallet.
Fuck, he doesn't. Because why would he? Katie was on the pill and despite everyone assuming he's a fuck up, she was the only one he was with for the past year.
âIf you need one, second draw from the right.â Cameron looked to find you sitting up, legs to your chest.
âI usually have one. It's just been a while since I needed one. My ex was on the pill and I'm totally clean. I don't just walk around, putting my dick in everyone,â Jesus Christ, why did he say that? âWhat I'm trying to say is I don't want to get someone pregnant. Iâd make a terrible parent.â
âI don't know you well enough to agree or disagree,â you chuckle, âBut it's okay. You're fine, I promise.â
Cameron can't help but feel a pang of disappointment run through his body when he finds an opened box of condoms. Obviously you two aren't dating, you were free to fuck whoever you'd like. But that meantâŠ.you were free to fuck whoever you'd like.
He could be impressive, leave you wanting more. He'd like to think heâs decent at the whole sex thing.
Just needed to get this stupid condom on.
âI got you,â your voice is soothing. Cameron watches as your fingers roll the condom down his hardened length.
He has to make this good. Hell, unforgettable. You have a real, adult job (what it was exactly, he couldn't say at this current moment), and live in an actual house. Cameron knew he had a lot to offer, probably. But in this moment, he needed to wow you, make you want him back. Then he could prove he can be more than just a one night stand.
âYou okay? Breathing kinda heavy.â
He doesn't respond back. If he does, heâll just make up some excuse and that's the last thing he needs. Cameron surges forward, mouth crashing against yours. You're taken aback by the sheer force of his kiss.
One of his hands cups the nape of your neck, the other lays against the small of your back. He uses his hands to gently press you down against the mattress. You look like an angel among the pillows. A really sexy angel.
Focus.
His nose nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume. You smelled really, really good but he knew admitting that would make him look like a fucking weirdo. He wouldn't mind this, his body on top of yours, face buried in your neck.
Maybe afterwards.
For now, he grabs the base of his cock and guides it to your soaked core. The gasp you let you when his cock drags against your folds is music to Cameronâs ears. He still has it. One bad breakup didn't ruin his game.
You can feel every inch of him like this. The fat head of his cock rubs against your clit and you can't help the moan that falls from your lips.
âSound really pretty when you do that,â Cameron says against your neck, âGonna make you do it a lot tonight.â
âY-yeah?â You try to chuckle but it's really hard when heâs rutting his cock against you. So instead you rake your nails across his inked biceps.
Usually Cameron doesn't talk. Heâll grunt occasionally, particularly when he's close to coming. But you don't need to know that.
âYeah. Gonna make you feel good.â Every gasp and moan that fell from your lips motivated him.
âIf you k-keep doing that, I'm gonna come,â you grit between your teeth.
âWant to come with me inside you?â You nod and Cameron has to fight the urge to raise a fist. He's doing this, things are actually going well.
He stills his hips and guides his cock down to your entrance. He sinks the tip in and holy shit, it feels like you're pulling him in, you're so tight.
âF-fuck. Bigger than I expected.â He should be walking on cloud nine with that compliment. Yeah, he always knew he was above average in that department. It's still nice to hear, puts some pep in your step. But Cameron can't because he's too busy trying not to come immediately. You're just so warm and feel incredible and yeah, it has been a long time.
So he stills his hips again, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him. His eyes trail over your body, landing on your bare chest. Fuck, your tits. They somehow looked even better without the lacy bra. He couldn't stop himself, bringing one of your breasts to his mouth.
The action causes his hips to move forward, his cock to sink another inch deeper. Your fingernails have become well acquainted with his back, leaving half crescent marks scattered across his shoulders.
You feel incredible. Actually, incredible was an understatement. It's taking everything in him not to fill you to the brim, to not come immediately.
He slowly pulls out, just a little. Then he thrusts back in and shit. Shit shit shit. This is fucking amazing. You were so tight and warm. His hands find the backs of your thighs and he pushes your legs closer to your chest. He doesn't think he can do that whole âyour legs over his shouldersâ thing because who the hell is that flexible besides gymnasts? So this seems like a good compromise. Plus it makes him look like he can take charge.
So he does and fuck, this is a terrible idea. The new angle allows him to go even deeper, something he didn't know was possible. With every kiss you press against his lips, Cameron finds his brain becoming more and more cloudy. The only thing he can focus on is this need to fuck you, to make you moan, make you come. He needs it desperately.
âF-feel sâgood,â his words are slurred, which is odd considering he only had two beers, âGonna make you feel better.â
But also you feel so fucking incredible. He can't deny that either. You're warm and tight, so fucking tight. Your walls grip his cock and has he ever had sex this good? He needs to focus, you have to come first, but you feel fucking fantastic and oh God, you just clenched around him and fuck. No, no, this was not happening, this could not be happening.
âF-fuck, wait!â He tries to warn you, tries to pull out. But your legs are wrapped around his waist and it's too late. His hips are jerking forward uncontrollably and he can feel himself coming coming into the condom.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck!
He's pulling out before you can process what just happened. It's not until you see him taking off a now very full condom that it hits you.
Oh.
Honestly? It was hot. You never had that kind of effect on a guy before.
âSorry, I um,â his face is bright red, âI-Iâll leave.â
âWhy?â He paused, boxers barely on, âB-because I just came after two minutes of sex like a fucking teenager?â
You shrug, âI thought it was hot.â
His blue eyes widened, âYou did?â
Nodding, you prop yourself up against your pillows, âYeah. You were really into it, which was honestly refreshing. Most guys try to act like they're above it. I liked that youâre enthusiastic. I like that I made you feel that good."
He's staring at you like you just told him a mind blowing secret. A million thoughts are running through his head.
âReally?â Is all Cameron can get out. He's standing in the middle of your bedroom, clad only in a pair of worn boxers. His chest is rising up and down rapidly, like he just ran a marathon" "You don't think it's like, beyond pathetic?"
âReally,â you assure him, âIâd hate to see you leave so soon. We could still hang out or-â
âYou want me to stay?â he sounds incredulous. Is such a concept that foreign to him? You knew there was more behind the sarcastic comments and eye rolls. Just weren't expecting it to be suchâŠ.lonelieness.
âI would love for you to stay, Cameron.â
He nods his head, like that four letter word didn't just knock him off his feet. Silently, he moves back to your bed, his lips pressing against yours. This kiss is different. More urgent. Fervent almost. As though he thinks you slip through his fingers if he doesn't.
âYou didn't come,â he whispers against your neck, lips trailing down your body.
âIt's fine-â Cameron's shaking his head before you can even finish your sentence. His mouth skims over your chest, his breath against your nipples creating goosebumps across your body.
âNo. Need-wanna make you feel good,â is all he says before settling himself between your thighs.
Before you could respond, he dived into your heat, eagerly. His tongue circled your clit in deliberate strokes, his eyes glued to your face, watching for every little reaction.
Somehow you tasted sweet and tangy and all too addicting. Cameron saw how your back arched when his tongue found your entrance. He shifted, moving your thighs so they hugged the sides of his face. His cock was throbbing (how, he didn't know) but Cameron didn't care. Every brain cell was focusing on you, making you feel good.
It's how he noticed that while his tongue was making you moan, it wasn't the same as when he sank his cock into you. Not as breathy, not as needy. Fingers. He had long fingers. It's how he was able to learn the guitar and actually be quite good at it.
His mouth moved back up to your clit, allowing his index and middle finger to circle your entrance.
âC-Cameron, please.â Good. Yes. He sank his fingers into your wet entrance. Fuck you were tight. Had he actually obtained any will power, he could have felt that tightness with his cock for longer. But he couldn't harp on that.
He crooked his fingers upwards, trying to find that spot. Normally this wasn't a mission, his fingers and Dick were long enough that they usually ended up finding it without any extra effort.
Cameron couldn't just hope now. He already left a less than desirable impression with how he came after maybe five minutes of sex. He had to prove he was good at this, that he wasn't some jackass who lived in a van and didn't care if his partner came or not. He was good at something damn it and you were going to see that.
All while having this internal battle, you were fighting the urge to claw at his shoulders. No guy had ever eaten you out with this much vigor. His broad tongue drags a flat, wet stripe across your clit and oh fuck.
Your back arches off the mattress, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. He's a quick learner, you'll give him that. He repeats the motion and God, heâs looking at you with such intensity, studying every little reaction.
âF-fuck, don't stop,â and he's a much better listener than he appears because he doesn't. He keeps going, keeps moving his fingers in a come hither motion that feels so good it's making your hips roll upwards. Cameron doesn't seem to mind that you're practically humping his face. In fact, he seems to enjoy it given how his own hips are jerking against your mattress.
âDon't stop. Mâgonna cum,â you can barely get out more than several words, much less a full sentence. You expect him to pull away, like most guys do.
Instead, his mouth continues. Your body feels light. There's a warmth that's spreading, seeping into your veins. A band is tightening in the pit of your stomach, tightening with every stroke of his tongue.
His fingers brush against that one spot and you feel the band snap. You start to have a vague idea of what's going on, though it's hazy. Like the fact you can now feel his tongue lapping up your essence, nose bumping against your clit. The mattress is moving, ever so slightly, against the headboard with the way his hips are basically jumping your mattress. There's a wet spot quickly spreading from the crotch of his boxers, but Cameron hopes you have a washer dryer (why wouldn't you, you have a fucking fireplace) he can use. Right now, all he can focus on is the taste of you on his tongue, how addictive it is.
He's chasing after it, desperate. You have to pull his mouth off of your cunt for it to register to Cameron what you were saying.
âS-slow down. It's o-okay,â your breathing is uneven, tits nearly spilling out of your bra and all he can think is,
âCan I..go again? Like keep going? If you wantâŠme to.â
The way his eyes light up and his mouth dives back to your soaked core when you nodded yes, he's just as excited, if not more so.
âYou got me lifted, shifted, higher than the ceiling. And ooh-wee, itâs the ultimate feeling.â
Warning! 18+ SMUT, p in v, no protection (please be safe), nudity, chest and butt squeezing, fem receiving oral, begging, language
Summary: First two paragraphs are sweet, and then goes down hill quickly. Purely smut tbh.
Pairing: Bob Reynolds x fem!reader
Words: 1,922
Quick Note: Iâm not gonna tell yâall what to readâŠso yeah! Just donât be stupid please.
If Bob is one thing, heâs a class-a yearner. When you make him dinner after a long mission, heâs on his knees thanking you for the best meal of his life. You let him rest against you while watching a movie? Heâs nudging himself into your skin. If you simply look at Bob with the admiration you feel, heâs staring back at you like you gave him the universe.
The team, ever so vigilant, notices the way Bob looks at and acts around you. Who couldnât? Sometimes Yelena will call it the âLost Puppyâ act whenever Bob is in his need for you mode, following wherever you go while not being but a step behind.
Walker and Alexi will throw a tease of two in, more towards Bob; Walkerâs favorite line being, âWell, if it isnât the golden retriever and his black cat,â or the classic, âTake a picture of Y/N, itâll last longer.â
Alexi takes a more direct approach with his Russian bluntness saying, âItâs almost like you two are joined at the hip. Iâm sure nights are fun.â
Bucky and Ava are usually ones not to care, but rather smirk or smile at the two of you and how radiant your need for each other seems.
However, neither of you seem to care. Bob never hits back with an answer and keeps his focus on you, while you simply brush off the team while feeling a tinge of warmth on your cheeks every time. You were not oblivious to the looks Bob gave you: a slight tilt of the head, eyes wide and intent on whatever youâre doing or saying, a small smile reserved for you, and pupils blown wide. Whenever you ask for something, Bob is always the first up and ready to do anything for you. When you need rest, Bob offers himself physically so you get the most comfortable rest, even if he falls numb or is uncomfortable himself. When youâre injured or sick, he never leaves your side until youâre okay to do things on your own. Bob is just always there for you when you need him.
When you both made it official after a shared kiss on the rooftop, Bob made it a point to always treat you not like a princess, but a queen. He would always buy you any food you mentioned right at the moment; he would give you thousands of kisses and whine before you left for a mission; he would always try to lay in between your thighs to be as close to you as possible. He was the Bob you knew times 10 now that he could call you his.
Shared nights alone are the most intimate between the two of you.
Bob pulls you into his room, decorated in a light gray, posters of different movies, a large bookshelf of worn books, and complete with a large bed draped in black sheets. He pushes you against the door and kisses you. Desperation is laced in every touch of the lip and swipe of his tongue. The kisses turn into a deep makeout session. You open your mouth to let him enter as he pushes his body onto yours to feel you closer. His hands roam around your body, firmly grabbing your thighs to cupping your ass. Your arms wrap around his neck and gently pull on his loose curls to earn a low groan from him. Bobâs lips felt soft against yours and his hands pulled upward feeling your hips. He pulls off your shirt gently, breaking the kiss for a breath. You do the same just not so gently as if you needed him near you again. You pull him back to you in desperation and he chuckles at your need but obliges.
He feels your bare breasts and works his mouth down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot as you let out a breathy moan. Bob feeds you praises: âYouâre so beautifulâ, âHow did I ever deserve you?â, âI could feel only you for forever and never grow tired.â
You soak in every single word. A warm coil builds in your lower stomach as he breathes his words into your ear. You squirm a bit and Bob holds you down.
âWhatâs wrong with my love? Do you need something?â He bites onto your skin earning a gasp from you. âI can tell you what I need if that helps you.â
You nod vigorously, unable to articulate your need to feel Bob. He begins to pull you away from the door and onto his bed ever so slowly.
âWell, pretty, I need to be inside your beautiful body. I need to be connected to you and so far into your skin we become one. I needâŠâ you hit the edge of his bed as he speaks to you and push up to the head board, â...to taste you until you tell me to stop.â
Your face is flushed red. Bob has never been shy about what he wants from you and taking it but tonight, heâs pining for you with blown out pupils, kiss stricken lips, fast panting, and needy hands all over your body. He smirks down at you looking similar to him as he hears your heart racing fast just for him.
Before you can say anything, Bob is kissing you once again with more desperation. His kisses trail down your body ever so slowly while feeling your soft, honey skin against his lips and hands. Bob pauses at your lower stomach and moves down between your legs. He kisses your inner thigh so close to your wet spot seeping through your shorts. He sits up on his knees and grips the elastic of your shorts. Pulling them down ever so slowly, Bob watches as you grow impatient and in need of anything heâll give you. He bends over you, putting an arm on the side of your head, and gives you a quick peck followed by a gentle smile. You return that smile having not noticed his hand slipping under your under garments.
He gently begins to circle your folds, feeling you wet around his fingers. âIs this all for me sweetness?â He slowly enters his fingers while pumping in and out. His fingers feel so good inside of you that you only answer in moans and short nods. Bob hums in your ear, âTell me when you need more and I will give you everything you want.â
He kisses down to your neck, quickening his fingers, rubbing your sensitive clit, slightly grinding on you to chase his own high. The room is filled with groans and moans, and whispers of sweet nothing. You feel the coil tighten until you canât hold it in anymore.
With your back arched, you whine at Bob, âB-BobâŠIâmâŠIâm about to come.â This causes Bob to push into you further and grow faster, earning a thin gasp and moan from your throat.
âCome for me my love. Youâve been doing so good. You deserve it.â His words push you over the edge as you come on his fingers.
He helps you through your orgasm, slowing his fingers and holding you with his free hand. Once youâve calmed down, Bob wastes no time lowering himself between your legs, hooking his arms under your thighs and opening you up to him. He licks, sucks, and kisses the sweet, sticky substance from your throbbing center. You grip onto his hair and pull him closer into you. The overstimulation builds the familiar warmth and tension in your lower stomach again causing you to arch your back and push yourself onto his mouth. Youâre practically riding his tongue inside of you and gain groans from Bob, sending vibrations through you.
After youâre licked dry, Bob begrudgingly lifted from his spot and stood, quickly removing his own pants and boxers. You couldnât help but to stare at his dick presented right in front of you, an angry shade of red from being hidden away. You sit up, scoot closer to him, and take his dick in your hands and slowly pump him. Bob throws his head back from the friction while moaning your name, but he slowly pulls it back from you, leaving you with a confused expression. He quickly bends to kiss your lips, softly this time to reassure you, and pushes you to his pillows once again as he positions himself on top of you with both arms on either side of your head.
âAs much as I absolutely love the feeling of you touching me, I need to be inside of you.â He gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes as he rests his forehead on yours. âPleaseâŠplease let me feel you.â
You donât answer Bob, rather you take him in your hand, sliding his tip up and down between your fold causing your slick to stick over him. Bob folds into you, resting his whole body on top of you from the sensation. âM-mmâŠplease. I-...I need to be inside. Please. Iâm begging you.â
Without a second thought, you gently push Bob into you as his hips naturally buck into you from the motion. You both moan after Bob fills you completely and holds himself there for a minute. âIs it okay if I move now? Please?â You kiss his lips, throw your arms around his neck, spread yourself open for him, and nod enthusiastically.
Bob starts as patiently slow as he can handle, but gradually (more like quickly) begins to rut his hips into yours. Youâre a moaning mess, arching your back and clawing your nails into his back and shoulders. The quiet room is filled to the brim with the sound of skin slapping and moans let out into the darkness. He kisses and nibbles at your shoulder and neck in an attempt to muffle his own sounds, but they sound like music into your ears. You plead at Bob to let go and be rougher and faster. Bob, ever the gentleman, picks up his pace in an effort to chase your need and he succeeds.
Your already dirty moans turn filthy as you praise Bob: âSuch a good boyâ, âYou feel so good inside of meâ, âYouâre so special to me Bob.â Itâs your turn to send Bob over capacity, but he holds himself together.
âSweet-sweetness, I wanna feel you come all over my cock. P-please, let me feel you again. Let me taste you one more time. I-mmâŠI know you can do it. Just for me?â He pleads while ramming into your spot, making you gasp and moan.
The tension in your lower stomach becomes too great for you to bear once again and Bob can tell by the squirm of your shaky legs. Bob slightly lifts his torso up to look down on you flushed red, mouth gaping from silent moans, ever so wide eyes, complete with beautiful bouncing tits from his thrusts into you.
Bob canât hold it another second, âTogether baby?â You nod. Almost in an instant, both of you let go as Bob crashes in and onto you with you similarly releasing onto his dick. Bob doesnât stop thrusting but begins to slow down, helping you and himself ride out your highs. Both of you are panting messes, unable to catch a steady breath of air. He doesnât take himself out of you as he stales and shimmies closer to you, placing delicate pecks on your lips.
âYou are so undeniably perfect. Just for me. Temptation wrapped in sunlight.â
Warning: 18+ PLEASE this is kind of smut. New relationship Bob, Bob is kind of insecure and scared of hurting you, cock(y) Bob Reynolds
Summary: Youâve been dating Bob for a little while now, and youâre ready to take the next step. When you bring a mirror into the equation, it leads to something unexpected
âSo, what do you think?â
You rocked back and forth on your toes, an awkward, giddy smile taking residence on your face. Silence.
The rocking ceases. The crinkle between your brows deepens exponentially, and you start wringing your hands as if itâs the only thing tethering you to the present moment. And it might be, if Bobâs pregnant silence was anything to go off of.
You risked a quick glance at him, and he either had the decency to pretend he didnât notice your staring, or he was really just that deep in thought.
The idea hadnât come to you all at once, rather over a series of circumstances⊠situations, what have you.
When you and Bob first started dating, you were kind of super fucking eager to get him into the sack. Itâs not that you were an awfully horny person, you werenât a pervert, you just really liked Bob. And you wanted to prove to him just how much, in one of the only ways you knew how.
You didnât get the impression that Bob felt the same. He was so hesitant at the start, with almost everything in the realm of you. He didnât ever try to initiate sex with you, and after a while, you started to believe that he didnât want that, or at least with you, and so you kept those feelings to yourself. So you kept it cool, took his lead, didnât kiss a second longer than he wanted to, only accepted physical contact when he readily offered it, never pushed him too hard, if at all.
Until it all came to a head one fateful day.
You were draped languidly over the couch, catching reruns of some old show on the TV since youâd been benched on this particular mission, and Yelena wasnât around to bully you into sparring with her.
You felt the air shift in the room before you saw Bob standing in the doorway hesitantly - Walker joked that Bobâs presence lowered the temperature in any given room by 3 degrees, and you would tell him to shut the fuck up because thatâs not why you felt Bobâs presence in a room. It was something more akin to your bodyâs nerve endings lighting up, something in your body, your spirit, was called to something in his. And so intrinsically, you could feel him at all times. It was like⊠alchemy or something.
But he was watching you intently or maybe not wanting to disturb you. You didnât know, but you beckoned him over to join you anyway. âHi, baby,â you cooed softly, catching the way his ears still burned red when you called him that. Baby.
âHi,â he replied back, meekly sitting a respectable five feet from you. You could have fit an ocean between you, with how far the distance felt. You frowned softly, and failed miserably to cover it up when he noticed, and frowning even more when you watched his face drop miserably.
You got up on all fours mercurially, and purposefully crawled the distance to Bob, slinking back to sit on your knees only when you could feel his body heat rising to meet yours, and your knees bumped clumsily together in the process. âWas Iâ I sitting too far? I didnât want to distract you, sâall,â Bob started.
âI could be sitting in your lap and it would still be too far, silly,â you smiled at him, a sincere, honest to God smile. Bob didnât return the gesture unfortunately, hands fidgeting restlessly in his lap, tugging at his cuffs like there was a stain he could just never get off.
âThenâ uhâ how close is enough?â He asked thoughtfully. You were feeling brazen apparently, would never do this at any other time, but you lifted a hand to Bobâs face, and gently caressed his cheek with your palm, trying not to cave completely when you felt him nuzzle his cheek into the soft flesh of your hand, pleading his eyes to meet yours as you said aloud âUntil youâre inside of meâ.
Bob retreated, clambering inches that felt like miles that felt like oceans of time away from you. The rejection stung like a slap to the fucking face, but you held in tact, not wanting to hurt Bob in any way. âForgetâ forget I said anything, Bob, really, Iâm sorry I said anything,â you said earnestly, even though your eyes were suddenly very interested in your hands and socked feet.
Bobâs eyes glowed with multitudes of emotion. Waves of crestfallen pain, sadness, washed with anger, disappointment. You wanted to know what was going on in his head, but your pride wrestled with you to retreat while you had dignity enough to do so. âPlease, donât apologise,â Bob finally spoke, but his voice was wrecked.
His hands trembled terribly, his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed repeatedly, trying to keep something down or bring it up, you couldnât say.
âI donât want to hurt you, but I feel like I hurt you anyway, and Iâmâ Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry,â he apologised, and it was this wretched thing, really, the way you felt your chest rattle. You swallow it down, will it to stay so.
âI highly doubt your dick is that big, Bob, geez,â you joke. He chuckles wetly in response, wiping an eye with the sleeve of his sweater.
âThat is so not what I meant, and you know it,â Bob tries. You hum thoughtfully in response.
âI do, but, I also trust you. Even if your powers are relatively new, and we donât know to what extent your abilities truly lie, I know that you would never hurt me.â Bob whines and throws his head back against the couch.
âItâs notâ Iâm not going to be any good at it,â he says after a minute, opening one eye to look at you.
âPractice makes perfect,â you smirk slyly, and Bob rolls his eyes, but he pounces on you a second later.
And that was that.
Cut to now, and Bob is glaring at the mirror you installed above your bed like it exists purely to spite him, like this mirror has personally slighted him in some way. âI canâ Iâll just take it down,â you scurry to stand on the bed, but a firm hand wraps around your waist, holding you in place.
âHave I done something wrong?â Bob asks. Your brows wrinkle, your mouth scrunching up slightly. You turn around in Bobâs embrace.
âHoney, what are you talking about?â You tuck a stray hair behind Bobâs ear absentmindedly, waiting for a response.
âI just donât understand what the mirror is for⊠I feel like if you want me to see what Iâm doing whileââ you raise a brow at him, âfucking, then I must be doing something wrong, sâall.â You raise on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to Bobâs lips, smiling softly into the kiss when his lips chase yours even as you pull away.
âMy sweet boy, itâs quite the opposite. I swear I can take it down, I just wanted to show youâ wanted you to see, how good you make me feel, how good I make you feel, how good we look together⊠to prove that you are good⊠at itâŠâ Bob looks at you like youâve lost him.
âDo you remember, when I asked you to fuck me that first time?â Bob laughs a little.
âHow could I forget? Best day of my life,â you roll your eyes at him.
âYou said that you werenât going to be good at it. And itâs been a little while now, and weâve been doing a lot of it, but I can still feel how hesitant you are. I can feel you holding back, going slow, not touching me like you want to cause youâre scared of messing it up. So I wanted to show you, physically, that itâs literally impossible for you to, because you fuck my literal brains out, and I love it. I love it so much. And now you can watch me fall apart, and you, at the same time,â you smile with resolve, like this is a genius idea, like they should hand you a Nobel prize for coming up with it in the first place.
âIf you wanted to have more doggy, you couldâve just said so,â Bob said, ending the silence that had been clawing down your neck. You guffawed, slapping his chest lightly.
âYouâre so gross,â you groan, resting your forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling it reverberate through your body. You go still, spine verging on rimrod straight when you feel Bob tracing a line down your back with his finger. The sensation sends shivers to all your pleasure receptors, but you still donât allow yourself to move, lest he come back to reality and stop.
Bob starts to run out of back to trace, and you hold a tight breath as his finger lifts, and returns with the whole gang as his hand cups an ass cheek firmly. You gasp, to Bobâs delight. âMy sweet girlâs so desperate for me, isnât she?â He asks mockingly, kneading the soft flesh of your ass and lifting so your hole puckers and clenches as it's exposed to the cold air.
You whimper softly, clutching desperately to the soft material covering Bobâs chest. âWant this off,â you murmur, lifting the shirt ever so slightly from his torso to just above his hip, sighing at the sight of his defined lower abdomen, the thick lines of muscle etched into his stomach like granite, the dark patch of hair leading from his belly button to⊠well⊠you know where.
Bob chuckles, slides his shirt back down. âYou never answered me, baby,â this time, your ears burn red at the term of endearment.
âYou already know,â you whine, elongating the vowels in your sentence. Bob runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and you try not to drool at the track of wetness it leaves in its wake.
âSounds like we didnât even need the mirror, honey, with the way youâve been whining and whimpering all over me and I havenât even done anything yet. But donât you worry, weâll make good use of this yet. Get on the bed,â Bob kisses beneath your ear and then releases you from his embrace, turning you around on the spot and swatting you lightly on the ass.
On Thunderbolts, I think I had like a month and I had to be...look like potentially I had harnessed the power that's greater than anybody's power and I was like, "Ah, what can I do here? I don't how much can be done." [x]
thinking abt mean!abbot⊠like the guy is nice (sure) but heâs also kind of a fuckboy?? & you're his problematic midlife crisis.
[18+ // MDNI // age gap, somno, mention of oral (m receiving), piv]
fb!abbot who flirts with everyone but you, saving for your ears the worst of his dry humor. at first youâre a bit lost but you quickly learn to talk back. soon, the both of you make everyone sick with your endless banters. someone ends up losing it and telling you you should fuck already. you roll your eyes and loudly declare that youâre not into old meat. abbot pretends to be outraged by your mean spirit. next day he tosses some beef jerky on your desk. âyou should try old meat kiddo.â his number is on the plastic wrapper.
fb!abbot who tried to be in some serious relationships with women his age after his wife passed way but whoâs getting waaay too attached to his freedom. so why not fuck the new resident (you). sure youâre young, sure the agegap/power dynamic is an HR nightmare but who cares, nobody has to know about your secret situationship.
fb!abbot who mocks your hoarse voice one night at work, as if he wasnât the one fucking your throat a few hours before. looking at you with a grin âyou ok there doctor? you need a mint maybe?â you have to fight the urge to flip him off so badly that you think youâre gonna chip a tooth clenching your jaw so hard. âseriously you should hydrate, liquids are important for the throatâs health.â and you know he trained you too well, cause even if youâre pissed the minute your hear liquid + throat you feels your pussy getting wet knowing how much he likes to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow. he buys you a bottle of water later, and he watches you drink it and it shouldnât feel obsceneâyou sitting in the break room, him standing right in front of you, looking down, his arms crossedâit shouldnât feel obscene and yet, it is. itâs in the way he looks at you, his gaze fixated on your mouth, watching you drink water the same hungry way he watched you suck his cock some 12 hours before. as if he wants to eat you up. and he doesn't say anything, he simply watches, but you can see that he's half-hard in his scrubs. when youâre done he justâsmiles and he leaves. you hope he sends you another text asking you to go to his place after the shift.
fb!abbot who is a problematic insomniac and you know when you go to his home youâre not gonna sleep a lot. itâs always the same, the sex is really fucking good, the kind that leaves you stupid and giggling and sleepy and you make him promise not to wake you up, you need your 7 hours, and he always says yeah, yeah, sure kiddo, iâll behave⊠so you fall asleep in his bed, only to be woken up two hours later when you feel him against your ass, grinding his cock, a hand on your hip to pull you closer and you know youâre gonna regret this but whatever, you arch your back, cause maybe you like it to much when he fucks you half awake, when he whispers in your ear that youâre such a good girl for him, that you take him so well, and maybe itâs too good to feel his cock sliding all over your cunt, still wet with his thick spill and your cream, his cock slowly getting in and out, his hands on your tits, all over your body, caressing every inch of your being, and everything feels so good and mellow and sometimes you come and sometimes you donât cause you canât anymore but it doesn't matter, you're just soft under his touch and you fall asleep again. he holds you so tight against him.
it's less fun when the alarm rings and you have another migraine.
fb!abbot who's always in your vicinity when someone hits on you like a shark smelling blood. always encouraging you to go on a date, to have fun, because whatever youâre both adults, you do what you want, no strings attached. but the minute you give your number to someone else you can be sure to have a text from him;
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