#void thunderbolts

You were sent back from a mission because of a mild injury you got from the last mission. You attempted to hide it in the morning, but the discomfort was obvious when you were trying to fight, but it wasn’t that bad. In reality you knew they sent you back because you seemed a bit off lately, and because of Bob, the whole team has tried to be more mindful about mental health and resting well.

And while the gesture was nice, you felt ashamed that you weren’t being useful. But, it can’t be as bad as just lying on the couch all day, reading a book like Bob, right?

Wrong.

As you stepped into the common room, you heard the faint clinking of dishes being washed, the washing machine and dryer adding to the sound echoing in the room. Turning your head, you saw Bob standing at the kitchen sink, his back to you as he diligently scrubbed a plate with a sponge.

He glanced over his shoulder, his blue eyes widening in surprise. “Hey, Yelena told me you’ll be back.” Bob said, his face contrasted on the sponge circling the plate with precession.

You noticed the apron around him hugging his muscular waist, his broad shoulders filling out the fabric. Which were usually hidden with his long sleeve sweaters.

Before you could even begin to formulate a response, too stunned from the view, he spoke again, “I ran you a bath, by the way. It should be all set for when you want to... wind down.” He said awkwardly, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

You were momentarily perplexed by his thoughtfulness, your own weariness momentarily forgotten. “Oh, thank you…”

Not trusting yourself to speak further without betraying your sudden emotions, you turned and dragged yourself towards the bathroom, the warm, steamy air of vanilla and lavender, enveloping you as soon as you stepped inside. The sight of the bath, filled to the brim with fragrant, bubbly water, and a soothing glow from the candles placed around the tub. Instantly relaxing your senses. You couldn't believe the effort Bob had put into this, just for you.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you. On one hand, the gesture was incredibly thoughtful and caring, a nice change of pace from the usual roughness of your life. On the other hand, it felt strangely intimate, like something a romantic partner would do for you, not a teammate and friend.

With an exhausted sigh, you lay in the warm, bubbly water, the temperature just right. You wondered how Bob managed to get the water to run perfectly. It was so perfect in fact, that the tension and aches of countless missions melted away. And yet you couldn’t relax, because your thoughts drifted to Bob.

You had always assumed he only handled the dishes, that his contributions to life at the Watchtower were minimal. But now, as you reflected on the cleanliness of the common areas, the stocked fridge, and the general sense of order that permeated the living space... you realized that Bob had been the one taking care of that all along.

A pang of guilt struck you as you considered how you and the others had been so focused on the missions, on protecting the innocent and navigating the complex web of politics and legalities that Valentina had entangled on the team. Meanwhile, Bob had been here, tirelessly working behind the scenes to keep the Watchtower a home, a sanctuary for them all.

After finally feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, you wrapped yourself in a soft bathrobe and made your way to the kitchen. The moment you stepped inside, the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked goods filled your nostrils. You followed the smell to the counter, where Bob stood.

He must have sensed your presence, because he quickly slipped the tray onto the counter and turned to face you fully. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his brow from the heat of the oven, and the red flush of his cheeks could be from the warmth radiating from the appliance behind him.

His eyes widened as they fell on you, and a bright smile spread across his face. He quickly removed the oven mitts, tossing them in the counter before moving towards you, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his footsteps.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking uncertain for a moment. “I thought you might be hungry from your mission.” He paused, like he was debating his approach.

“I wanted to make sure there was something good to eat.“ His tone was soft and gentle, almost shy.

You weren't sure how to approach this new version of Bob. He seemed so domestic, so content in these mundane activities.

“I didn't know you knew how to bake,” You replied, reaching out to grab a cookie.

“I used to make homemade edibles when I—“ He started, then trailed off, shaking his head. “Doesn't matter.” He said quickly, pushing the tray closer to you.

Bob noticed your hesitation as you reached for one of the cookies. “I didn't use anything in these, I promise. They're just regular cookies,” He stated, his blue eyes meeting yours with sincerity.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, and you tentatively took a small bite, your taste buds immediately exploding with flavors - the perfect sweetness of the dough, the rich, chocolate. Your cheeks tingled, a wide, genuine smile spreading across your face as you savored the treat.

“Wow…” You murmured, taking another bite, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss. “Damn, these are really good. You've got a real talent for this.“

Bob's face broke into a soft, pleased smile, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Thank you,” He said, his voice warm with gratitude. He seemed genuinely touched that you appreciated his efforts.

Saying thank you wasn't exactly your strong suit, but Bob's thoughtfulness and kindness had caught you off guard, leaving you feeling strangely awkward and not quite sure how to express your appreciation.

“Actually…” You started, clearing your throat slightly as you set the cookie down on the counter. “I should thank you. For keeping things so nice and tidy around here, and for running that bath for me,” You said, gesturing vaguely to your robe, “It was really nice.” Your words felt clumsy and inadequate, but you meant them all the same.

Bob blushed furiously as you leaned in closer, your words striking a chord within him. He was used to being the one taking care of others, but the thought of someone caring for him in return... it was a foreign concept, one that left him flustered and at a loss for words.

“I'm fine, really…” He stammered, his blue eyes wide and cheeks flushed a deep crimson as you invaded his personal space. He was about to protest further, but the words died in his throat as he felt your fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, exposing a tantalizing strip of skin and the trail of hair leading down from his navel.

Bob's breath hitched, his grip tightening on the countertop as he tried to ground himself in the rapidly unfolding, surreal moment. He watched, almost disbelieving, as you sank to your knees before him, your intent clear in the heated gaze you cast up at him.

“What are you—“ He started to ask, his voice coming out in a strangled whisper. But you silenced him with a single, searing kiss to the exposed skin of his lower abdomen, your lips soft and warm against his flesh.

Bob shuddered, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt your mouth move lower, your fingers deftly working at the waistband of his sweatpants. He knew he should stop you, should tell you that this wasn't necessary, that you owed him nothing... but the words wouldn't come. Because as much as he tried to deny it, a part of him craved this, craved your touch, your attention, your affection.

“You don’t have to…” He swallowed hard, his throat constricting around the lump of desire and disbelief that had taken up residence there. He heard your voice, soft yet filled with a conviction that sent a shiver down his spine.

“I want to,” You said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if the thought of bringing him pleasure, filled you with a hunger that couldn't be denied.

His grip on the counter unwavering even as the rest of his body trembled with anticipation. He knew he should say something, should find a way to express the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts in his head. But all he could manage was a jerky nod, his ability to form coherent words temporarily lost.

So he remained silent, his heart pounding when he felt you tug his gray sweatpants down, the cool air of the kitchen kissing his newly exposed skin. The sensation made him gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily.

You couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of him. The way it curved upwards, the thick veins pulsing with each heartbeat, the angry red tip glistening with need... it was enough to make your mouth water.

Unable to resist, you leaned in, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the trail of hair that led down from his navel. Bob shudders and gasps above you as you apply yourself to your task with gusto.

“Thank you,” You murmured against his skin, your hand drifting down to wrap around his throbbing length, barely being able to close your fist. You could feel him pulse and twitch in your grip, hot, hard, and thick. ”For taking good care of us, for making this place feel like home…”

Lost in a haze of desire, you found yourself murmuring a litany of thanks and sweet praise, wanting nothing more than to show Bob the depths of your appreciation. Your hand moved with a mind of its own, stroking and pumping his sizable girth with a fevered intensity.

But as the pleasure mounted, as you felt the heat pooling in your belly and the ache beginning to throb between your thighs, you suddenly remembered yourself. This wasn't about you and your own needs. This was about Bob, about giving him the gratitude and adoration he so richly deserved.

Pulling back slightly, you looked up at him, wanting to gauge his reaction, to see if he was lost in his own pleasure, or if there was something more you could do for him. Your eyes searched his face intently, taking in the flush of his cheeks, the parted lips, the look of lust that clouded his blue eyes.

“Is this good for you? You asked, your voice husky with desire but tempered with a genuine concern for his enjoyment. ”I want to make this good for you. I want to thank you properly...”

“Going.” He strutted between breaths. “Keep going.” Bob demanded, his voice suddenly rough in between breaths. But then, as suddenly as the heat of the moment had overtaken him, Bob seemed to collect himself.

He took a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain some semblance of control. But even as he struggled to rein himself in, his blue eyes softened as they met yours, and he added softly, almost tenderly:

“Please…” The single word was both a plea and a gentle urging, a silent acknowledgment of the power you held over him in that moment.

As you gazed up at Bob, taking in the raw, primal hunger that danced in his eyes alongside a tender, almost reverent gentleness, you could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical caress.

It was clear that he was battling with himself, torn between the all-consuming need that demanded to be sated and the innate desire to be soft, careful, even worshipful with you.

The sight of his cock, flushed an angry red and leaking with a need that couldn't be denied, was impossible to ignore. And so, as if in a trance, you found yourself leaning in closer.

“Like this baby?” You murmured, your voice low and sultry as you rubbed the bead of precum around the sensitive head, feeling it twitch and pulse beneath your teasing caress. The intimacy of the moment, the sheer erotic charge that crackled between you both like a live wire, made your heart race with anticipation.

At the sound of the pet name, Bob seemed to shudder, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips. It was part groan, part whimper, a sound that spoke of a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

A wicked smile curved your lips as you heard Bob's high-pitched, desperate whimper. The sound sent a thrill through you, a dark satisfaction at having such a powerful effect on him. Seeing this big, strong man coming undone because of your touch... It was intoxicating.

Lost in a haze of lustful glee, a sudden idea struck you. If you wanted more of those sweet, broken cries, if you wanted to shatter the last of his control... you knew just what to do.

Maintaining eye contact, your gaze smoldering and full of sinful promise, you leaned in further. Parting your lips, your hot breath ghosted over his aching, straining length. Then, with deliberate slowness, you slapped his thick cockhead against your waiting tongue, the lewd sound echoing obscenely in the kitchen.

Bob's eyes flew open, his gaze locking with yours as a strangled gasp tore from his throat. The sensation of your slick, hot muscle against his most sensitive flesh was too much, too intense and yet, not nearly enough. His lips parted in a silent scream, his chest heaving as he struggled not to lose himself completely.

“Fuck…” He groaned, his voice breaking on the word. His fingers curled and flexed against the countertop, fighting the urge to bury them in your hair, to hold you in place as he rutted into your welcoming mouth.

But he held back, even as his hips twitched and jerked, torn between the desire to chase his pleasure and the need to let you set the pace, to be the one in control. His eyes, dark and wild with lust, remained locked with yours, silently begging for more, for everything, for the chance to finally, fully let go.

Inch by inch, you felt his thick, hard length slide past your lips, stretching your mouth wide around his impressive length. All the while, your eyes remained locked with his.

Bob couldn't help but let out a strangled groan, his hips jerking forward slightly as if seeking more of that warmth. But you held his hips firmly, keeping him in place.

You could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, could feel the way his body shuddered and trembled above you. The power you held over him, the sheer, unadulterated desire etched into every line of his handsome face, sent a thrill of satisfaction through you.

As you took him deeper, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat, you could feel the way his fingers flexed and curled, itching to tangle in your hair, to grip you tightly and guide your movements. But he held back, respecting your lead even as his body screamed for more.

You tasted the salty-sweet essence of his arousal on your tongue, the way his pulse throbbed urgently against your lips. Bob's muscular thigh twitched against your cheek as you slowly engulfed more of his impressive length. The toxicating aroma that made your head spin with desire. You could tell he was teetering on the edge, his control slipping away with each inch you took of his thick cock.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip, harder than intended, as he fought to remain silent, to keep his composure. But it was a losing battle, and as you felt his thigh muscles clench and shudder beneath your touch, you knew he was quickly reaching his breaking point.

But even as you felt his frustration mount, even as his whimpers and moans grew louder and more insistent, you didn't let up. You took him deeper, swallowing around his length until your nose was buried in his happy trail, your chin pressed against his pelvis.

It had been so long since he'd experienced intimate contact like this, and the intensity of the sensation was overwhelming his senses.

With a strangled groan, Bob suddenly gripped your hair and pulled his hips back, his swollen cock slipping out of your mouth with a lewd pop. The sudden absence of your warm, wet heat around him made him shudder, his length slapping against his belly as it sprang free.

But before you could even process the cool air hitting your saliva-slicked lips, Bob's body seized up, his face contorting with pleasure too intense to bear. With a cry, he came hard, thick ropes of hot, sticky cum erupting from his cock.

His eyes flew wide, a mix of shock and horror etched into the lines of his face as he watched in disbelief. Because as he'd pulled you off, that single, desperate action had spurred his release to hit you square on the cheek, hot and sticky and more than a little shocking. Bob stumbled back, his hands still gripping your hair as if for support, his face draining of color as he realized what had just happened.

“I'm so sorry…” He gasped out, his voice a hoarse, broken whisper. “I didn't mean to... oh god, I'm so sorry.” His gaze was glued to your face, watching in shocked fascination as his orgasm continued, painting your skin with his essence.

You calmly brushed the remnants of his release from your cheek with your thumb, bringing the digit to your lips as you locked eyes with him. You made a show of slowly licking it clean, savoring the taste of his essence with a smirk playing at your lips.

Bob stared at you, utterly stunned, his mouth hanging open in shock. He couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't fathom how he had lost control so completely. And as he watched you casually lick his spend from your finger like it was the most natural thing in the world, he could only manage a choked, disbelieving, "What the—"

You flashed him a wicked grin and a smirk, letting him know that not only did you not mind his lack of control, but you found the whole thing incredibly arousing. With a casual shrug, you stood up as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all, smoothing down your robe grace.

“Sweet.” You praised, then, with a wink tossed over your shoulder, you sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving Bob to collect himself and ponder the depths of your depravity.

Still reeling from the intensity of his unexpected climax, Bob quickly tucked his spent cock back into his boxers, the damp fabric clinging to his sensitive skin. With shaking hands, he yanked his sweatpants back up, his movements mechanical and unpracticed, as if his body was moving on autopilot.

As he finished righting his clothing, Bob's gaze became distant, his eyes glazing over slightly as he stared at the space in front of him, not quite focusing on anything. The shock of what had just happened was still written plainly on his face, his cheeks flushed a deep, ruddy red.

"What the fuck..."

his free hand— the one not holding you wrists together above your head— slides from your waist up and up until making its way onto your head, tugging it back by your hair. the strands pull at your head, pain briefly stinging before being replaced by overwhelming pleasure.

as soon as tears start forming in the corners of your eyes, void is groaning. his hips speed up, tip bullying deeper in your walls, and he tugs harder at your hair. "god," he practically whimpers, "you look so pretty when you cry."

and the sound of his usually gruff voice now being so whiny and pathetic sends you over the edge; pussy clenching and throbbing— squeezing his dick, body spasming with pleasure, and loud moans escape your throat.

"that's it, cum for me, pretty girl. squeeeeze me, just like that." he's groaning now, voice deeper than before, as he pounds you through your own orgasm whilst chasing his.

your head is empty, body sensitive, by the time he finally comes. its only been a few seconds since your high but it feels like forever with the way void's fucking you.

"fuck— fuuuck!" he slurs, dick throbbing as it spurts short ropes of cum into you, painting your walls white in the way he loves the most. you feel entirely full and utterly spent, tears still dripping down your cheeks, and you're so caught off guard when void leans down towards your face to lick the salty liquid right off your skin. he hums in delight, and quickly presses his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

He then looked at you. And you just shook your head, not ready for words yet. 

You were closer to Bob than the rest, understood each other wordlessly. When you met something just clicked and since then you have basically been dancing around your feelings for one another. Hesitant because you were working and living together. Both still dealing with your own demons and issues.

And even though it was an unspoken thing, everyone knew, but no one dared mention it.  

You needed a shower. Showering after a mission was essential, not only to clean the physical grime off you, but it also helped with the unseen. As if the water would wash away the sins and worries, cleansing everything. 

You were just stepping out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel when someone knocked at your door. You had a feeling who it could be. 

“Come in,” you said, loud enough to be heard on the other side. 

The door slowly opened and as expected, Bob stepped inside. 

As soon as he had looked at you, he looked away again towards the floor, his face tinted slightly red. 

“Uh- sorry - I uh- just wanted to ask if you were okay…” He trailed off, hands still on the doorknob, slightly fidgeting. Sparing a quick glance towards you. The towel around your body covered all the important bits, but it was more skin than Bob usually got to see. The few droplets of water that were still shimmering on your skin or fell from your wet hair and slid down the curves of your body didn’t help much either, his eyes drawn to them.

“No,” you answered honestly. “But I will be.” 

A sad hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. It was nice of Bob to check in on you and for a split second a part of you wished he wasn’t so nice and considerate. That part of you wished he would just rip that towel off you, throw you on your bed and take you, making you forget all about that failed mission for little while. 

But you didn’t think Bob was the type to do that. He was gentle, loving Bob who couldn’t even kill a spider, always scared to wake the Sentry or the Void, so he pushed those things down. Kept his emotions in check. 

It was something that also made you hesitate to pursue a relationship with him. You weren’t sure he could handle or satisfy those darker desires. 

“Alright, well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.” He managed to actually look at your face this time, a faint blush still staining his cheeks and he tried to give you a reassuring smile. He was about to leave you and close the door when you stopped him. 

“Bob?”

He looked at you expectantly, brows slightly knitted together. 

You were so close. So close to saying to hell with it and asking him to stay. To spend the night with you, to fuck you until the only thing on your mind was him and how good he made you feel. 

The words were at the tip of your tongue, ready to spill out, when at the last second you decided against it. He didn’t deserve to be used for your selfish needs. 

“Thank you,” you whispered instead. His brows relaxed but instead you could’ve sworn that a shadow flickered in his eyes. Just as quick as it had appeared, it disappeared again and you weren’t even sure if what you saw was real. 

“Yeah, of course.” A reassuring smile lit up his face and he moved to close the door with a soft click behind him. 

Walking back into the bathroom, you finished drying your hair and body, putting on your underwear and a big t-shirt to get ready for bed. 

It was strangely chilly as you stepped back into your bedroom and pushed back the blankets. You looked towards the window. Closed. Glanced towards the air-conditioning unit, but it was also off. 

You looked towards the door and there he was. 

Bob but not Bob. 

Void. 

Last time you saw him was such a long time ago, you almost forgot what it felt like to be in his presence. 

He was darkness personified. A figure drenched in night. The deepest shade of black. 

He was sucking in all the light around him and reflecting none. 

Except for his eyes. 

That glint in his eyes the only indicator of what - or who - he was looking at. And right now, he was looking at you. You stood frozen. 

People don’t realize how eerie and uncanny it was, seeing a person but not at all being able to see their face or read their expressions. The only hint was him slightly cocking his head as he seemingly took you in. 

“Bob?” You asked quietly, knowing that it wasn’t him you were dealing with. 

“Bob’s not in control right now,” he replied.

“Don’t worry, he wants this too.” The voice came from all around you and was inside your head at the same time. 

You didn’t know what to do. There were protocols and rules in place in case Bob lost control, but somehow you couldn’t do anything right now. Never have you frozen during a mission, but this was completely different. 

“Come now, don’t be so shy,” Void continued speaking and it made goosebumps rise on your skin. He still sounded like Bob, but just like the rest of him, it was darker, deeper, huskier. 

It was also smoother, no stuttering or stumbling over words. 

Void took a step closer to you but you still couldn’t move. 

“I know what lurks inside you. I can see it all. There is no hiding it from me.” He kept coming closer, each step silent as he moved. 

For a moment you were confused, not knowing what he meant. Until he stood right in front of you. So close that you had to look up to still be able to look into his eyes, as they were taking in your whole body unashamedly and with intention. 

And then he looked at your face again. Eyes boring into yours. 

Staring at him so up close was like being in a dark room, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Eventually you could make out the contours of his face.

“I know you want to be fucked. Degraded. Made to submit,” the voice purred as he was raising a hand up to your face and slid his knuckles down your cheek. A breath hitched in your throat. Pulse quickening. 

“Your thoughts were practically screaming it earlier. Like a little slut.” Void let out a low chuckle and you could make out a smirk on his face. 

“But that’s exactly what you are, isn’t it? A needy little slut begging to be fucked.” He now traced the thumb of his raised hand over your lips. 

You knew there was something very wrong with you, but you couldn’t help but lean into his touch and feel arousal start to build in your body. A soft pulling sensation low in your belly. And a wetness between your legs, which had you involuntarily clench your thighs together. 

Because Void wasn’t wrong. In fact he was so, so right. 

His thumb on your lip moved from your bottom lip to push into your mouth and you opened it, let him inside. The pad pressed down on your tongue and you instinctively wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking on it. 

All too quickly he pulled it back out of your mouth, dragging it over your chin and down your jaw. His hand moving into your neck where they found purchase in your hair. 

The grip tightening, as he was closing the gap between you. His body now flush against yours, he pulled your head back further, making you look at his face as a quiet moan slipped from your lips. 

You could now feel the solid panes of his torso against yours as well as the hardness of his arousal. Your body arched against him, wanted to feel more of him. Be closer. ´

“God, you’re so fucking eager, it’s embarrassing.” Again he let out a soft laugh and this time you felt it rumble in his chest against yours. 

“Please…” It was the only word you could manage. And even then you didn’t really know what you were asking for. You just knew you needed more.

“What is it you want?” 

Not even thinking about it, the word simply spilled from your mouth. 

“You.”

He leaned in even closer and you could feel his breath fanning over your face. 

“Is it me you want or Bob?” 

That caught you off guard and you didn’t know how to reply. Of course it was Bob. Bob who you’d been harboring feelings for, for so long. But you wondered much of him was Void? And how much of Void was him? Guilt cut through your arousal at the mention of him, sharp and sickening. Was he aware of what was happening?

Void leaned in closer until his lips grazed your ear. 

“He’s watching right now.” The words were whispered. 

Bob watching. A voyeur. The idea twisted something deep in your gut. Filthy and wrong, stoking the flames of your arousal. 

“Open your mouth.” Those were not the words you expected from him and you didn’t immediately react. He gave your hair a sharp tug. 

“I said open. your. mouth.” His other hand came up, gripping your jaw. This time you complied, opening your mouth and you felt you knew what was coming. 

He leaned over you a little more and when his face was directly parallel to yours, he spat into your open and waiting mouth. His spit hit your tongue, mixing with your own saliva. 

“Swallow,” he ordered. You obeyed. Something about the depravity of it, made you let out a whimper and bite your bottom lip. Trying to keep more sounds from coming out.

His grip in your hair relaxed but was still holding on to you. The other one slid from your jaw down to rest at your throat.

“Good girl,” he muttered, smiling again. This time you could see the flash of his teeth and heat was blooming inside you, happy to have pleased him. Eager to do it again. 

“Now what if I told you this was all you’re going to get?” Void asked. 

“What?” It caught you off guard, panic rising inside of you. You needed more. 

“Because if you want more, you’re going to have to work for it. That’s what whores do. And you do, don’t you? Want more?” Now it was his other hand whose grip tightened, fingers digging into the sides of your throat, slowly cutting off your blood flow. 

“Yes. Yes I want more,” You ground out, voice trembling, your vision starting to blur at the edges until the only thing you could still see was him.

That’s when Void released you. Hands dropping to his sides and taking a step back. You needed a second, head still spinning, vision going back into focus.

“Then get on your knees.”

Immediately and embarrassingly fast you dropped to your knees. The floor hard underneath them. You were sure that you’d have bruises tomorrow, but you couldn’t find yourself to care right now. 

Glancing up once more, you were met with the shining look of his eyes, head cocked to the side, observing. 

Lifting your hands, you reached to open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper and freeing his cock. Of course you had fantasized about Bob before, but even in your wildest imagination, you didn’t imagine him like this. Even in his all encompassing blackness, you could tell he was perfectly long and thick and felt heavy in your hands. It made your mouth water, just looking at him, and you needed to taste him. 

“Go on,” he encouraged, but you didn’t really need it.

You started by dragging your tongue over the underside, from his base to the tip in one broad stroke and then closed your mouth around the top. You moaned at the weight and taste of him on your tongue, slowly moving up and down on him. Trying to fit as much into your mouth as you could, lips stretching, and taking him deep, but it was not easy. Not only because of his size, but also because of how hard and rigid he was. 

Void let you work at your own speed. But you could feel him grow impatient. His hand found your hair once more, tangling in it and started guiding your movements. Faster, harder. You let go of his cock and placed down on his thighs, finding purchase there. 

In time, his hips started moving too, thrusts matching your rhythm, pushing in as you were moving towards him. 

You started gagging when he hit you especially deep. Forcing himself down your throat, making tears blur your vision. You looked up at him and saw that he had thrown his head back, chest heaving. And over the sound of your own gagging you could even hear him moan. 

Seeing the effect you had on him, spurred you on more. 

You tried opening your throat more, relaxing to take him deeper and slowly breathe through your nose. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he ground out, pushing you even harder down his cock and holding you there until you couldn’t breathe anymore and he was so far down your throat, sputtering around him. The sudden need to breathe made you want  to pull back, but Void held you in place. 

“Shhh, you can take it.” He was breathless but there was also an air of amusement to his voice. He obviously enjoyed hearing and seeing you suffer. 

Digging your nails into his thighs, you tried to hold on and when he finally released you and pulled your head back you desperately gasped for air. Threads of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock. 

“Is this what you fantasized about? Mouth wrecked, crying, being used like a whore?” He mocked and you only nodded still trying to catch your breath, but you knew that he didn’t really need your confirmation. 

Before you could verbally answer, he shoved his cock back down your throat and started fucking your face again. Faster this time. Merciless. His tip making you gag repeatedly, your throat clenching around it while spit flowed from your mouth, pooling in your lap.

“You’re just a mouth to fuck. Nothing more,” he growled, still keeping his brutal rhythm. 

“But you’re taking it so well.”

It was almost too much, not enough air filling your lungs, on the verge of passing out when he finally released you. Tears were now freely streaming down your cheeks and you collapsed in on yourself. Taking in heaving breaths. 

And then, to your utter confusion, Void got down on his knees, too, He was on your level now and took your face in his hands wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Then the spit from your mouth.

“If only you could see yourself right now. So wrecked but absolutely beautiful. My perfect little slut.”

The sincerity in his voice surprised you, but what surprised you even more was when he leaned in and kissed you for the first time.

It was surprisingly gentle, his lips sliding over yours, but hunger was hidden within. A promise that he wasn’t done with you just yet. 

A part of you thinks you should’ve pulled away, felt ashamed or disgusted. But you didn’t. Instead you craved his approval and eagerly kissed back.

Void wrapped his arm around you and pulled you up to stand with him, placing you down on shaky feet. He grabbed the bottom hem of your oversized t-shirt, becoming aware for the first time how little you've been wearing the entire time. Pulling it over your head and discarding it to the side. Then he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down, letting them drop to the floor. You stepped out of them, kicking them towards where your shirt was laying.

For a moment Void was simply staring at your body. The glint of his eyes roaming over your shape so intensely, it made you want to cover up yourself with your hands. But then his hands joined in on the exploration. Moving over your hips and waist, to your tummy and breasts, squeezing them, circling your nipples, before sliding one hand down between your legs, finding your dripping center. 

That smirk appeared on his lips again, eyes shining. 

"I knew you would be wet... but this..." he trailed off, shook his head amusedly as he slowly glided two fingers between your slick folds, grazing your clit on the way there and making a shiver run through your whole body. And finally he eased those two fingers inside you, with almost no friction, pumping them slowly in and out, knuckle deep.

Finally being touched by him felt like ecstasy. Wanton moans escaped your lips with every movement, eyes screwed shut, trying to take in all the pleasure. After all this build up, you knew that it wouldn't take much to make you come. 

As if he had read your mind, he withdrew his fingers and slid them into his mouth instead. Making you watch as he sucked them clean with a grin. Tension coiled tight in your body, making you squirm as you were waiting for his next move.

Once he was done, he pulled his fingers from his mouth and placed his hands on your hips once more, quickly spinning you around.

With your back now to his front, he pushed you towards the bed. 

"Get on all fours," he commanded. Quickly you crawled onto the bed and got into position. 

You glanced over your shoulder as he discarded the rest of his clothes and then kneeled behind you. He stroked your back with his hands and squeezed your ass before he placed a sharp smack on it. You flinched but stayed in place. He repeated the same process a few more times until your butt cheeks felt hot and burning. 

"I can practically see you dripping, your pussy so desperate for my cock.” He started sliding the tip of his cock through your folds, gathering up some of the wetness and spreading it over his length. 

When he pushed in, without warning or hesitation, you were seeing stars. For so long you have wanted this, to feel Bob - Void - inside of you. 

One deep and swift push and he was fully seated inside you. There was a stretch, a slight burn, but you were so wet and ready that it was bearable and even pleasant. Feeling your body try to accommodate him, taking everything he had to give. 

He waited a few seconds for you to adjust and then started moving. His hands grabbed your hips tight in a bruising grip and every thrust was forcing a moan out of you. You pushed back, grinding against him.

"Your pussy feels so perfect, like it's made for my cock." He rasped out, moans escaping his lips too. Hearing him degrade you was filthy and beautiful, but the praise… it made you feel thing you weren’t sure you were supposed to feel. Not for the Void. 

One of his hands slid up your back between your shoulder blades, pushing your front down against the mattress.

It allowed him to angle your hips more, hitting even deeper inside you. Gripping your bedsheets, digging your nails into the fabric you also buried your face in the sheets, muffling the sounds of your moans slightly. 

His hand smoothed over the surface of your ass, before his thumb landed on your asshole, circling it, applying slight pressure but not quite pushing in. Stilling your own movements, you no longer pushed back. Letting him take complete control again. 

You let out a whimper, not knowing if you wanted him to do it or spare you some dignity.

"Oh yeah, I'm thinking about it..." he mused, still fucking you, but having slowed a little. 

"And I know you'd let me do it too, my dirty little slut. Let me claim your every hole. Make you mine completely." He kept going for a few seconds longer, making you wait. The air around you heavy with anticipation. Because he was right, you would let him. 

"But I think I'll wait until next time."

Next time... the words barely registering in your lust-addled mind, but had a deeper meaning.

He reached for your throat, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you back until you were flush against his chest. His other one snaked around your waist first up towards your boobs, giving your nipples each a hard pinch and tugging on them.  Then further down towards your clit, starting to rub circles there. All the while still rutting into you from behind. 

It didn't take long, your own climax building up so rapidly. The combination of him rubbing your clit, his hand on your throat applying pressure and feeling his whole body pressed against you as he was hitting those deliciously deep spots inside you. 

You clung onto his arms, trying to keep him in place but you knew that he was stronger than you and he easily moved his hand away from your core.

"Oh, you're not gonna come yet... maybe I won't even let you come at all. Keep you a desperate, wanting mess. Utterly ruined without even finding your own release, just to keep you begging for more.” The voice was right by your ear.

"No please!" You cried out. You knew he would do it and that he would enjoy watching you suffer. 

"I need it. Need to come,” you continued.

"Need it?" He laughed. "If you need it so bad, why don't you beg for it?" 

Tears were beginning to prickle at the corner of your eyes once again but this time out of sheer frustration. Your last shred of dignity wanted you to keep your mouth shut, thinking that you could just make yourself come afterwards. But you knew it wouldn't be the same. You needed him to grant you the release, to be the one to bestow it upon you. The desperate part of your mind won.

"Please Void, please! Please let me come. I need it so bad. I want you to make me come, please!" The words were spilling from your lips, continuous. Breathless, lips quivering.

"All right, I'll help you out.” You could barely hear it, lost in your begging. Still chanting please, please, please over and over again like a prayer to this god of darkness, as he moved his fingers back onto your clit. In mere seconds, the coil that was so tightly wound inside of you, finally snapped. Pleasure releasing all throughout your body in probably the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, blinding and all consuming, your whole body shaken by it.

And as those waves were still washing over you, a faint voice in the very back of your mind stirred. 

He should not be able to make you feel like it. You should not have let him do this.

Deep down you knew, the voice was right. You have now crossed a line and there was no going back.

If it wasn't for Void holding you up, you probably would've slumped forward onto the bed. Limp and spent. 

You knew that he was chasing his own release now. His thrusts becoming faster, his grip on your body tightened and with one last deep thrust and a low groan, he spilled himself inside of you. For a little while you just stayed like that, both with heaving breaths while still connected. 

He then slipped out of you and without him holding you in place, immediately collapsed back onto your front. The soft mattress catching you. Only able to move so your head could rest on one of the pillows. Between your legs, his release was beginning to seep out of you, slick and warm and sticky. 

Void came to sit down on the edge of the bed and he reached a hand out and gently stroked over your hair. And for a split second you could see a hint of Bob in that action. 

"Fucking perfect," he whispered, head cocked to the side as he took you in. 

You tried to fight it, but couldn't any longer, your eyelids too heavy, slowly falling shut. You were barely conscious, drifting off to sleep when you heard the voice again.

"He doesn't deserve you.” The dark voice whispered in your head. “But I do.”

Part II