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ghostofmarvel · 1 month ago

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Decompressing

Bob Reynolds x Gender Neutral!Reader

Author’s note: I’m just thinking about the Thunderbolts* and Bob… Specifically Bob’s eyes… so um here’s this, enjoy. Minors do not interact, thank you.

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x gender neutral! reader

Synopsis: You teach Bob how to decompress :)

Content ahead: smut, sub!Bob, Bob likes being called a good boy, gentle dom!reader, mutual masturbation, oral sex, fingering, 69ing, reader has ambiguous genitalia, Sentry makes a slight appearance oops, switch!bob?, essence of switch!bob, usage of the term “sweetheart” for Bob (because he’s a sweetheart), basically p w/o plot, Bob wants to be good for you

Word count: 2,075

Bob being part of the team is truly the key in having the team remain a team. He’s the glue holding the whole team together because no matter how much everyone seems to bicker and fight one another after every mission, everyone loves Bob and Bob loves everyone. He’s essentially everyone’s decompression guy, which you are endlessly grateful for, but it leaves you to question what is Bob doing to decompress?

This brings you to your current situation where you’re sitting next to Bob in the center of his bed, backs against his headboard as you both lay with legs spread and hands underneath your pajama bottoms and underwear. Bob is leaning his head against your shoulder with your head resting on top of his as you watch his hand move slowly under his pants. He whines as his eyes squeeze shut in reaction to the sensation, “I-I-I don’t understand how this is supposed to help me calm down.”

You let out a soft moan as your hands slips out from your pants to reach around his shoulder, holding his head against you as you turn to kiss his head, body turning slightly to cross your leg over his as your other hand trails down his torso nearing the gap between his flesh and his tented clothing making room for his moving hand. His breathe hitches as your hand plays along the hem of his bottoms, fingers slightly dipping in between the gap of clothing and skin. You sigh as your fingers trail from playing with the coarse hair down his lower stomach to his pubic bone, “You will be calm after this, you’re decompressing, sweetheart.”

Bob moans at the sensation and the name you call him, body turning towards you as his hips rock towards you, lips absently kissing in the space between your neck and shoulder, “P-please, touch me,” he whispers breathlessly between kisses. His hand slips out from his pants as they move from squeezing your thigh to your chest.

You coo at him, “Bobby, sweetheart, the goal of this is so you know how to decompress by yourself.” Even with your words, your hands are moving to trace his cock through his flannel pajama pants.

Bob whines in response, “But why would I do that when I have you?”

You smile at his words, ruffling his hair as he begins to lazily suck on your neck, “You’re right. C’mon, help me take these off,” you gesture by tugging down on his pants, “I got a better idea on how we can both decompress.”

Bob excitedly nods and rushes to pull off his pants and boxer briefs, staring at you as you stand up to pull off your shirt and bottoms, “God you are so hot,” he compliments with both his words and a twitch of his cock.

You let out a soft laugh as you pull your underwear down, watching the precum leak out from his cock, “C’mon, pretty boy, why don’t you lay down for me huh?” You get back on the bed on your knees as Bob practically jumps down the bed to lay flat, his hard cock hitting his lower stomach where it lays heavy, begging to be touched.

You smile as you lean over Bob, giving him a sweet kiss as you give his cock a few tugs. He moans into the kiss, bucking his hips upwards for more contact. You quickly pull your hand away, prompting a cry from him before quickly quieting at you positioning yourself on top of him, your legs on either side of his head with your ass facing him.

Before he has any chance to question, you say to him “Breathe,” before leaning to sit back on his face. He moans as his hands go to grasp your ass, mouth kissing hungrily between your legs. You moan as you lean your chest forward, prompting you to lay on top of Bob with your face directly next to his cock. Completing this motion lifts you off his face somewhat, something he finds completely unacceptable as he readily cranes his neck up, wrapping his arms around your lower back, palm splayed flat across it applying slight pressure to hold you in place as he digs his face right back in between your legs. You moan as your hand reaches to stroke his cock, moving your head like a snake trying to get his cock in your mouth from this position with his movements shaking you slightly. With such a close, intimate position you’re both in, you immediately take in at least 3 inches of his cock in your mouth as you rest comfortably on top of him. You both moan at the feeling of his cock in your mouth, your tongue and moan wrapping around his cock making him roll his eyes back as he breaks away from you with a series of whimpering moans, “F-fuck you’re good, ah!”

You pull his cock out of your mouth, a coating of saliva covering his cock as he whines at the absence of your warm mouth. You’re quick to replace your mouth with the controlled movements of your hands over his now lubricated cock. His whine shifts to a broken moan in a brief second, effectively melting his brain slightly as he only focuses on pleasure and how good that pleasure feels.

“Where’s your mouth, sweetheart?” You ask, giving his cock a quick, open mouth kiss as you slowly stroke his cock, intentionally edging him.

Bob shutters at your contact, “I can’t focus my mouth on making you feel good when you’re making me feel SO so good,” he apologetically announces with a thrust of his hips upwards to meet your hands wrapped around him.

You give an apologetic kiss to his cock as your hand moves to firmly grasp his cock by the base, making it stand tall as you cupped his balls, causing a strangled noise he tried not to release to come out. “Well, you got hands don’t you?” you mockingly ask with a squeeze of your hands.

He shakes his head yes, even if you can’t see it in the position you’re in, and rushes his hands to rub up the backs of your thighs to your ass, paying special care to the bouncy flesh. He’s quick to suck two of his fingers intensely, making sure he coats them in his own saliva before circling his fingers around your hole. He draws out a “good boy” from you as he sinks a finger in you, moving steady and slow.

You moan as you take his length back in your mouth, hand stroking his cock, working in unison as you bob your head up and down. Bob views your praise and your mouth as rewards, so he continues the movement of his finger as he places kisses on your cheeks.

He tries. He really tries to focus his mouth on you, but he can’t help all the noises escaping from him as you relentlessly work your mouth and hands on his cock. The warm, wetness of mouth with the pressure of it all drives Bob to be full of energy, his eyes flickering between normal to his sentry yellow eyes. His arm flees to wrap around your lower back as he struggles to break focus from your divine mouth. He then replays in his head you calling him “good boy” and he regains focus on his submission and how he needs to focus on pleasing you.

Bob slides his second finger into you, causing your hand to grasp a bit harder on his cock, your other hand flying to squeeze his thigh as you choke out broken words on his cock. Bob can’t help but to thrust his hips up ever so slightly and ever so slowly into your heavenly mouth as he fucks his fingers in and out of you slowly, letting out a drawn out exasperated moan. You can tell he’s starting to reach a true mindless, submissive state as you’re not even sure he’s fully aware he’s thrusting his own hips up into your mouth, his cock going deeper and deeper in your throat. You slowly snap your hips up and down to meet his thrusting fingers, encouraging him to pick up the pace. You egg on his movement by increasing your own movement of your hands.

Bob eagerly picks up on your increased pace, rhythmically speeding up the pace of his thrusting fingers into your warm opening as his hips lift off the bed, trying to have his pubic bone meet with your chin. He moans out your name with chants of “please” and a broken cry of “god I’m so close.” You moan with your lips around his cock as you shake your head yes while squeezing his thighs, signaling your encouragement for him to take control of his orgasm.

Your submissive sweetheart fully thrusts up into your mouth as endless moans pour out of his, his eyes struggling to stay open and to remain one color. He’s approaching his climax when his eyes open widely to the pending sensation, his view full of his wet fingers thrusting in and out of you with your ass centimeters away from smothering his face. With that view, Bob cums with a trembling final thrust into your mouth, shakiness overtaking his body.

You lick his cock as your mouth remains tightly wrapped around him, causing Bob to release a squeak of a moan as his cock twitches in the aftermath of his powerful orgasm. After his cock seemingly begins to calm down, you slowly pull your mouth off his cock, swallowing the treat he gave you. You slowly pull yourself off of Bob as his breathless moans turn into pants, a sign of him calming down. You flip yourself over to rest your head on his chest, your arm and leg reaching over his body as you lay next to him. Bob sighs happily as his arms instantly wrap around you, finally decompressing. You kiss his chest as you hum, “You did such a good job, my love.”

He’s content as his breathing begins to become more regular as he reflects on the experience you two just shared. Hot, steamy, and needy memories cross his mind as his cock gives a phantom twitch to the recent memory of your lovingly warm mouth. He’s thinking fondly before he grabs you with urgency as you shoot to look up at him. Your face begs question out of his action as he exclaims, “Wait, you didn’t get to decompress with me.”

You half sit up from your original position on top of him, propping your head up with your arm as you look at your lover with confusion, “I did compress? Silly, you touched me and I got to be with you.”

Bob is quick to correct as he sits up, “But you didn’t cum.”

Your mind silently goes ohhh as you suddenly click together what he meant by decompression. You click your lips before soothing Bob, “Oh sweetheart, that’s okay, there’s always later.” You try to wrap your arm around his lower torso to get him back to laying down, but he resists, a sudden immovability felt as you result in laying face flat against the bed with a small laugh after failing to get him to crash into bed with you. You look up at him, expecting to see him smiling, but instead you see him with his altered yellow eye color.

He turns to you with an inquisitive look on his face, “Why don’t you show me how you decompress? Please?”

You sit yourself up as you look into his eyes, “You sure you don’t want to get some rest, sweetheart? It’s late,” you push some strands out of his face behind his ears.

His eye blink close and when he opened them his eyes were back to his normal blue hue, his face turning to follow your hand that brushed past his face, his head nodding, “Yes, I want to learn what makes you feel good. I just want to be good for you, please.”

You cup his cheek in your hand, and he turns his head to give your palm a quick kiss before turning his cheek back into your grasp, melting into your touch. You sigh lovingly as your thumb taps his mouth, “Okay, pretty boy, open up that mouth for me will you?”

Author’s endnote: uhhh, anyways that’s kinda crazy right lol. i haven’t written a fic, let alone smut, in SO long this feels crazy that i did this. i was BLUSHING while writing/editing this TvT

anyways please let me know what you thought! feel free to request or drop a message! :)

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