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After a night with you on the dance floor, Bob had found himself more riled up than ever before, and he shows you just how much he's willing to worship you, not only your moves, but your body too.
You both hardly made it to his bedroom in time before stripping eachother bare of your attire for the event hosted by Val, and still many people remained downstairs- you two were supposed to remain down there for a majority of the night. But the two of you got handsy. Then teasing. Then just hardly resisting the urges.
Hands tangled in clothing and hair, wildly and harshly pressing your lips to each other's, you were sure that your lipstick was everywhere but where it needed to be on your lips. And your hands, holding on to thick strands of his hair as they made their way down to his neck to trap his body close to yours.
You hummed while you could still taste the faint flavour of the fruit punch he had drank before the two of you had kissed, making your head buzz from remembrance of the giddy moment that had undone you both in the first place.
No stranger to wanting all of you, he ran his hands over your own, resting them above your head while holding your wrists together with a grip that said claiming, and wildly desperate at the same time. He made his way back down to your mouth, but instead of stopping there, had held his tongue until he reached your jaw.
He began to plant soft kisses at first, that made you gasp in delight at the feeling of his warmth back on your skin and deliciously so, but extravagantly teasing with mighty purpose.
Occasionally sucking hard, you knew for sure you'd have some obvious fleeting or darkened marks littered all over the junction of your neck. But you weren't complaining- not with the way his brows furrowed as he took his time planting them on you, both worshipful and hungry to devour you- to taste you.
They became messy and frantic, soon sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe up from the side of your neck to the sensitive place underneath your ear, with a groan as you bucked into him.
His slick had found purchase nibbling on your earlobe, letting out an embarrassingly loud gasp paired with the dirtiest moan he had ever heard come from your lips.
"oh" he paused, swollen lips hovering over the spot.
"o-oh?" You repeated, before seeing the sinister sparkle in his eyes
"you're sensitive there, aren't you?" With a glint in his eyes- gold and very familiar.
you attempted to squirm, both out of his grip and the presented truth of his words, failing horribly and instead egging him on with little 'mmphs' of effort wasted.
He continued instead, torturous but painfully beautiful in the way your back arched off the bed as he kept going. More and more sensitive by every kiss he had drawn out, he put more pressure and made sure you could tell how intricately his tongue had dipped lower to your collarbones, then had come back as he bit your ear harder.
eventually pulling back from his newfound guilty pleasure and not-so-secret secret he'd definitely bring up again, his hands had found the zipper he once innocently did up for you, now undoing it and pulling it off with all the strength not to ruin it.
The sight of just your top-half without an article of clothing was godly- his lips were swollen and pupils blown wide as he took in your bare nipple, hard from the sudden coldness.
The warmth of his tongue had only peaked your hisses, now not just from the cold but from the way his tongue skillfully twirled around it and took it into his mouth, gently sucking on it. The other one a victim of his slightly calloused palm, between tugging it with his fingers and rubbing up against it teasingly, your body had begun searching for more friction from him.
Pulling away from your nipple, saddened but needed, he swept you off your feet with a gasp and carried you bridal style to the bed, placing you down carefully.
It was hunger that had led him here, but it was the opposite of what he was acting with. He caressed down your body gently, worshipful, looking at you like you were an angel beneath him, eyes wondering with no place on you left to the imagination.
Lust? Love. An insatiable amount of love as he admired every part of you with dilated pupils as his fingertips skimmed the waistband of your black laced underwear you had put on for the special occasion. On purpose? No. Coming in handy? Yes.
To watch his eyes drop, and his heart stutter a beat as trembling hands had found themselves ever so close to taking them off before looking up at you.
He asked, "is this okay?"
You nodded fast, so desperately fast for his hands on you, teetering on the edge as they found your slit hiding underneath the already soaked fabric.
He had a hard time managing to slip the underwear off you in one piece, threatening to tear it completely if it had taken one more extra second.
Left with you bare in front of his fond eyes, his expression softened, both with soft hunger and fueled desire.
Running his fingers through your folds, he'd start to mumble, "you're so wet- so damn good, so nice for me, beautiful baby, so beautiful."
And as you blinked, he had brought them up to his mouth with a loud suck and pop of his cheeks as he relished in the flavour of you finally on his tongue, almost moaning.
"And so damn sweet- my god-"
Sweetly, he asked, "Can- can I put them in?" And you nod furiously at the request, face warm and body already overwhelmed with need.
Slowly they travel down you again, but before he reaches your entrance, your hand is encasing is wrist lightly that he thinks if he hadn't seen the gesture he wouldn't have known your hand was there.
"what's wrong- are you hurt? Did I do somethi-" he questions immediately while frozen.
"No! No, Bob you- fuck you're amazing.. it's just I," you sigh in a shaky defeat at the words tumbling off your lips "I've never done this before- with anybody."
He takes a moment to consider your words as they sink in, but he pops back up in no time, "oh! s-sorry am I going too quickly or?"
"I just.. wanted you to know in case you- didn't wanna do it anymore.." both shy at the confession and the way you're so revealed beneath him, he smiles a small, genuine smile you know all too well.
"y/n, baby.." he starts, putting a lone strand of hair across your face back behind your ear while cupping your face in earnest, "in the nicest way possible, I couldn't give a singular fuck if you've done it or not, okay? Just- just gotta prep you nice and take it easy, yeah?"
With butterflies and unspoken love bubbling up between bodies, you hoarsely get out a 'yes', paired with a giggle.
His hands are back where they started, sure and steady as he caresses your folds, wetness coating them with a gasp before he lines them up and prods at your entrance.
One finger first, your back is bucking into the intrusion, not totally unwelcomed, but new and drastic.
"'s feel okay?" Using his other hand to catch your jaw, tipping it up to look him in the eye.
You nod with fluttering eyes at the feeling, allowing him to get a second one in the mix when he feels you're ready for it.
Now curling them up against your tense walls, he feels you start to give into the new tension rising that's pleasurable and not holding so much weight.
"is it okay- can I taste you?" he asks suddenly, sounding desperate as you find his expression glassy- blurred with lust and hunger.
without any struggle, you say yes, watching him scramble to get to his knees to have your thighs perched over his shoulders in one swift, eager movement that has him shivering in more anticipation than you.
His hands warmly grasp yours in a way to steady, before he licks a slow stripe up your cunt, stopping when you let out a yelp as he reaches your clit.
Kneading into your inner thighs as a way to ground himself from digging in like a man starved, he's gently sucking ever so often on the bundle of nerves as you struggle in his hold to keep still, grabbing blindly for his brown roots.
Tangled in random strands, you're pulling on him as he goes to slowly push a finger in again, while his tongue toys with kitten licking at your clit teasingly as you clench around him.
"Bob, fuck!- oh fuck please.. feels 's good" half-screamed, half-muttered praises are scraping your throat at every sensation and every tug that gets you closer to your orgasm, hips arching more aggressively signaling your release.
He curls in a second finger similarly to before, paired with his now sloppy organ discovering all different areas of your pussy. He makes his way to nibble on your clit,
"m' close, please, please," you're begging for him at this point, needing this, needing him to bring you closer- and god you were drowning in it all.
"'v got you" mumbled and messy, vibrating through you as he sucks harshly to your nerves, curling over and over in a place that almost has you keening over him, all your strength put into ripping and not ripping his hair out simultaneously.
Gasping out, you're coating his face in seconds as he selfishly slurps it all up, forcing as much as he can get out of you until your're practically limp in his god-like hold he has.
He rubs the sensitive skin of your thighs before climbing up to you and finding your lips, kissing you deeply, passionately as you taste your flavor on him- both dirty but turning you on as your hand palms his hard-on through the suit he's somehow kept on. Though now dirty with little areas of something familiar of yours fresh and actively drying out on the fabric as a confession of what happened that night you'll be reminded of the next morning.
"Bob- need you inside me so bad" you whine into his ear as he's kissing down your jaw again to distract him from the heat growing and pounding in his groin, and how he's been leaking since seeing you all to himself.
You're rising to hurriedly unbuckle his belt as he helps by taking off the top layers of his suit, hands on the hem as he pulls the undershirt over for your eyes to catch the view of his abs. The drop of his now-free pants startling you makes him let out a boyish chuckle, both awkward and nervous for how you'll react to him though you've been staring.
Quite the contrast, your minds on how he's going to ruin you with his strength, running your hands absentmindedly down his toned yet lean torso, admiring the scars that land themselves on the flesh on the way down.
And unexpectedly to him, you're kissing the little indents and scars from bad memories long ago, replacing them with the tenacity behind your love and desire for the man in front of you.
It tickles him both physically and mentally, the way you're so gentle with his body and the way he wasn't- dislike he's worked out many months ago but left unspoken at the crucial moments, put away to rot for next time.
Now he's growing to like it, witnessing the look in your eye and the realness of your ogling.
"bob- sweetheart- you're so fucking handsome" singing affirmations all the way down until you get to his leaking boxers, snug right against your cheek as he grunts at the sudden touch to his sensitive tip underneath the garment.
You find his scent intriguing, and you might even be starting to drool- but he's pushing you playfully back onto the bed before you have a chance to pull his boxers down and get to work yourself.
With the scarily darkened gaze that shadows his features, he's crawling up you before his hands find your thighs once again, spreading them open slightly and rubbing his dick through your soaked folds, tapping teasingly on your clit just to hear you whine for him again.
"You sure about this? M' taking it slow- not rushing this- you're pretty pussy taking me in, fuck you're everything."
"Please Bob- want it. Want you- need you right now, inside me. My first. Trust you."
He's slowly pushing himself past the ring of resistance, as you moan out both mixed with pain and pleasure as he shushes you, muttering praises like a mantra and telling you to relax gently.
With newfound pressure, he's sheathing inside as he goes a tantalizing inch by inch, but soothing you with the distraction of his hands all over your body.
They play with your tits, squeezing and kneading them one at a time as the other hand stays at your thigh to keep you open for him
Almost to the hilt, that pain grows to newfound highs as your head tips back.
"is it okay?"
"Move- please" and without being asked twice, his confident demeanour starts to stutter as he holds back his strength, but thrusts into you so deeply you swear you're feeling it press into your stomach- it probably is.
"fuck!- oh fuck Bob, you're so fucking good!"
He holds back a growl- pushing your legs down to an unintentional missionary that has you feeling him almost rearranging your guts better than any of your sex toys had done for you- unreal, and so, so fucking deep.
His girth doesn't help with the stretch either, as you feel like he's carving himself into you, the shape being stained both into your memory and your cunt as he keeps his pace rough with hints of softness as he's putting in the effort but keeping in mind your inexperience as his cock drags through your walls with another tilted thrust.
Becoming too fucked-out to even catch his name on your tongue, he's becoming frantic as he heightens his speed.
He's messy- hands digging themselves in the thick of your hips, curls stuck to his forehead as the room is thick and sex-veiled. And as his movements stutter, so does his responsiveness, breaking and becoming louder both with his moans and grunts along with his tongue that's so, so dirty in many ways.
"you feel so fucking good, baby- you were made me for me".
"so beautiful, can't believe you're actually mine"
with shame etched into his features, "I used to dream of this, and now- god you're under me and it's even better." He admitted, pathetically and truthfully.
"Oh bob-" you moaned out as he thrusted deeper than before, both to cover himself and to prove his words.
"Fuck!- holy fuck- me- too-" he grins at that.
"Close! Close- where do you want it?" He's becoming relentlessly fast, and you can tell he's on the verge of combustion as his stamina holds out- you're the only thing making him unable to hold back
"in me" he almost comes on the spot at your immediate words unfiltered.
sticky and sweat-sheened, his cock now slippery because of how close you are is slapping together in the otherwise quiet room, filled with the two of you closing fast on your release.
He's kissing in the crook of your neck, too far gone to question it- not that you would, you're coming on his cock when he sucks and bites down on another dark and definitely multicolored hickey that'll show vividly and harshly in the morning- along with his hands imprinted to your waist.
But you don't care- not when you're screaming out for him and your impending orgasm.
"fuck- coming!- I'm coming, holy fuck please"
"me too, me too, so soft, so tight- fuck!"
Utterly soaked and his freshly spewed cum you can feel, runs out of you and onto the depths of your legs, twitchy and sensitive as he collapses beside you in the glory of cuming together.
His hands reach for you, clingy and seeking your body as he plants small kisses all over your face, allowing you to breath and take in what had just happened while he rises to get a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean you up.
IN THE MORNING
You both awake- sore, but with the best sleep you've had, and cuddled in each other's arms as Bob fell asleep to the sound of your heartbeat pounding like a lullaby against his ears.
He never let you slip out- not even to go to the bathroom. He followed and stood there waiting for you to finish.
Finding comfort in one of his large hoodies as he goes with a classic crewneck, you both match with baggy sweats as you make your way out to the kitchen- only to find the whole crew there except for you two, staring relentlessly and with bullets into the two of you.
Yelena only shrugs while putting her hand out.
"What'd I say. Good assassin- told you I know. Jinxed it for Bob. Where's the cash?" Gesturing as she does a 'come on' motion, while they sigh as dollar bills fill her once empty palm.
Both you and Bob are stood in shock, witnessing the horrible but greatest bet gone through the tower of all time.
John looks at the two of you, "lights uh- lights went out last night. Gonna have to guess it had somethin' to do with those hickeys" he phrases quietly at the end, but they all grin slyly and bucky coughs awkwardly as you scramble to bring your hair to the front to cover your ranging array of marks covering your body in many, various places.
Bob only shyly smiles at all of them while he fidgets in place, but Yelena comes up, and pats his shoulder before she retreats and whispers in his ear,
"told you, I know everything."