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Hot. Hot was the best way to describe the itching feeling coursing through your muscles.

  It was about 10:30pm, you were in bed, one hand gripping your sheets while the other massaged your thigh in hopes of soothing the sensation. You had returned to HQ at 3:00pm. You filled out some paperwork regarding your mission before feeling ill, your skin heating up, and your muscles sore and aching. You were quick to let Yelena know, and she quickly allowed you to head back to your quarters to rest and complete the report tomorrow.

  You had proceeded to stay in your room for the entire time you’ve gotten back, your thoughts swirling and thighs pressed together with a growing ache for another’s touch. You had no clue what was wrong, how the villain you were fighting had possibly numbed your mind to the point that your comprehension skills were reduced to a desperate grasp of touch.

  Your head turned in discomfort, a flushed shade of red as you exhaled deeply into your pillow. The hand on your thigh trailed up your hip with slow, teasing movements that soon led to one of your nipples beneath your muscle shirt, pinching and rolling the bud between two fingers with a desperate whimper.

  Your fingers continued to toy with the nipple before moving to the other, applying the same treatment as you muffled any small cries that left your pouting lips. Your other hand left the sheet below you and made its way to the apex of your thighs, two fingers adding just the right amount of pressure to your clothed clit that made you moan deliciously into your pillow.

  Your eyes rolled back, small gasps and pleas muffled by the pillow as you rolled your hips into your own hand, just sensitive enough to cum from the collective friction right before your door opened.

  Bob’s figure stood beneath the door frame in his loungewear, a comfortable mute-colored long sleeve with matching baggy pants, the only outfit he truly wears around the headquarters, just because of its comfort. “Hey, are you doing alright..?” He ran a hand through his short curls, his voice quiet as if he was disturbing you.

  “You weren’t at the table for dinner. I wanted to make sure you are alright after your mission. Yelena had said it was rough—“

  “L-Lock my door, Bob, please…” You muttered lowly, interrupting him with a shaky voice as you continued your motions on your nipple, but moving your hand away from between your thighs. You rolled your body over, the friction of the sheets beneath you making your skin break out in goosebumps while you barely peek from below your blanket.

  “Was it something you wanted to talk more about? Or would you like me to leave? I really don’t mean to pry...” He questioned, his body faced away from your bed as he locked your door. You sat up in your bed, scooting your body towards the headboard and inviting him to sit in front of you, making the rough decision to stop stimulating your nipple, the pause making your body churn and your cunt ache.

  Bob walks over, his hand fumbling with the other nervously as he sits down in front of you, mattress sinking below your weight and his. “Talk to me—Was the mission that bad?” His face showed genuine concern, a frown of understanding, considering what he went through himself before joining the New Avengers. “I can bring you leftovers if you want me to, I don’t want you to go hungry—“

  “I… I don’t know what happened during that mission… but I feel hot—burning hot—like if my skin was lava, and it has only grown worse since I’ve returned…” Tears threaten the corners of your eyes as you explain the overwhelming sensation, unable to look Bob in the eyes, only looking down at your thighs while you were sitting on the heels of your feet.

  “It’s like… It’s like I need to be touched, my body is on fire for t-touch, and my own isn’t fulfilling anything, it’s practically useless. It’s like I don’t have a mind of my own, my thoughts just circling back to the thought of hands on my body—“

  You were choking up, biting your lip in an attempt to keep down your anguish right as you finally looked up at Bob, only seeing a man whose eyes roamed your aching body, as if it were something to worship, while your eyes envisioned him as if he were the only antidote to your agony.

  “I can… uhm…” Bob began lowly, voice quivering as his shaky hand reached out to yours. Your hand twitched with hesitation, contemplating the many swirling thoughts in your head before grabbing him by his wrist and pulling him in, lips clashing against each other. A shocked whimper left Bob’s lips, yet the action wasn’t unwelcome.

  He held your hand with one hand while the other came up to cup your cheek, skin burning and tingling under his palm. His fingers were twitching with anxiety. Bob muttered something between each kiss, slowly trailing up your neck and to your sweet lips, connecting in slow kisses at first, your mouth quickly acting on its own and turning the shared moment into desperation. Your mind was too fogged to piece anything together, but only a few quiet thank yous, as if Bob were thanking you for a grand meal.

  Your hands quickly tangled into his hair, tugging him forward and nearly knocking your teeth against each other as your tongue slides into Bob’s mouth, making him whimper into your lips, brow furrowing, and eyes closing shut. One of his hands gripped your thigh gently to ground you, but he didn’t truly realize how sensitive your condition made you. Bob’s roaming hands and lips made you moan loudly into his mouth, further causing him to whine from the blissful melody of your cries.

  You were palming at his chest like a feral animal, panting harshly against the shell of his ear while he kissed your neck down to your collarbone, the sweet sensation being fulfilled but at an agonizingly slow pace. His soft lips against your burning skin, the occasional bites and licks following along, making you squirm under Bob’s hold.

  “I’ve needed you, Bob… for a long time—even before this mission… when we first met— ngh…” He interrupted your words when the hand on your thigh met the hem of your muscle shirt, dipping beneath to feel every soft curve of your waist, nearly making you moan.

  “Me too… god, I just didn’t want to seem like a weirdo—you were so nice to me, I c-couldn’t possibly—“ You hushed Bob up with another sloppy kiss, pulling away with a drop of saliva trickling down the corner of his lip, “Please, Bob. I want this—you. I want you!” Your voice was desperate.

  “You’ve treated me with proper care… You deserve to be treated like that.” Bob declares, his hand trembling beneath your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your pebbled nipples. Bob bit his lip with a hint of anxiety, a pleasing sensation immediately shooting to his groin, letting out a mixture of a groan and whimper.

  “L-Let me know if I’m going too far.” He looks up at you with a genuine look in his eye before trailing his kisses down from your collarbone to your breasts. He took one in his mouth, lips latching and suckling while one of his hands held and massaged the other, thumb swiping over the nipple occasionally. Although his touch was simple, you were still moaning loudly, your body so sensitive to Bob’s touch as he gave such excellent attention to your breasts.

  He would end up swapping every so often, allowing his teeth to gently graze your skin while his hand would pinch your nipple, rolling your hips into nothing as you felt yourself grow drenched by the minute. “It feels so good—really good, Bob, fuck!” You moaned, one hand tangling in the back of his hair while the other quickly slipped beneath into your shorts and panties. You were completely soaked.

  Your index finger pressed deliciously against your aching clit, rolling over the bud in circular motions to match Bob’s tongue swirling over one of your nipples just before he latched off, leaving your chest wet with his saliva that the air left chilling.

  “You—you sound so, so pretty…” he muttered, helping you lie down on your bed, resting your throbbing head on your pillows, and splaying your body out on the mattress. “I’ve been imagining you like this... It’s so much better than a dream.” He hissed as he scooted his body down yours, his clothed, growing erection rubbing against your thigh for only a brief moment.

  You can see his precum beginning to leak through his pants, a small, dark patch fading into the material as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts. Bob looks up at you with genuine eyes, large and blown out like a puppy, with genuine love and care in his eyes. “Allow me? I… I want to make you feel good…” His face was red, never guessing he would be so desperate now, considering how nervous he would become just sitting beside you, now he’s here, sitting between your legs. He was so afraid of touching you as if you were to break.

  You nod frantically, your hips already lifting as if to show your desperation. “Please… please, yes. You’re so beautiful, Bobby, please take ‘em off!” Your voice shook, watering eyes meeting Bob’s as he quickly tugged down your pants, his own hands quivering at the sight of your drenched panties. He had to admit, the nickname sent a rush of adrenaline through his body, blood rushing to the tip of his cock in an instant.

  “So wet, shit—“ His voice lowered as he cursed, discarding your pants on the side of the bed before cautiously pressing a thumb to where your clit was, feeling the bud twitch through the soaked material. You moan loudly, turning your head into your pillow in attempts to cover your moan, yet your eyes remained on Bob, his reddened face showing curiosity and pure love for your body.

  He quickly shifted his body lower on the bed, resting on his belly and elbows, “god—uhm—wow… I can’t believe how wet you are…”

  God, he was so nervous. Bob was showing it in his actions, the way his hands shook when growing closer to your body, his beady eyes flinching and looking around as if he had done something wrong, his teeth digging into his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. The whole image of him on his belly for you truly made you wonder how bad he must’ve wanted this, how long he’s been waiting.

  As your thoughts spiraled between just simply bulling Bob back up and riding him until sunrise and his sweet, gentle complexion, Bob carefully pulled your panties down your legs as if he were afraid of tearing them clean off. The action quickly hushed your mind, watching as Bob rests his cheek against your thigh while just staring, simply staring at how wet you were, skin glistening in your dim room light.

  His eyes were only on your body, and it made you squirm.

  “Bob, please, the staring…” You pouted, “P-Please do something, please…” You were quiet due to your embarrassment, but still visibly desperate for him.

  “…Oh! Sorry—I’m sorry…” Bob stuttered, shaking his head back into reality. He gulped, trying to bury his obvious anxiety as his lips grew closer to your folds. You swore you could’ve seen him drooling from one of the corners of his mouth, but any thoughts you had flew out the window when Bob finally began to lap at your folds, his tongue flattening and gliding up your folds, the tip meeting your clit with each swipe, which was enough to make you cum.

  Bob allowed his hands to rest on your thighs, holding you down whenever you tried to shift from his motions, his eyes closed as he savored your taste, greatly enhanced from your condition.

  “Is—is this okay..?” He asked, peeling his lips from yours, mouth already soaked from your wetness. Bob’s eyes were dark, yet they seemed so soft in the way he looked up at you. You nod quickly, already missing the feeling of his tongue on your aching sex. “Yes! God, please just keep going, I’ll tell you if— oh!” Bob quickly cut you off with kisses to your clit, suckling harshly to satisfy your rabid craving, yet gentle enough to let you know you could stop him at any time.

  He broke away from your folds briefly once more. “L-Let me know if it’s too much… if anything is t’ much…”

  With that, his head lowered again to feast on your sweetness, one of his hands reaching up to toy with your nipple, the other sliding his middle finger into your needing cunt. Your walls instantly tighten around the digit, eyes rolling back with a breathless moan, tearing from your throat as Bob’s finger rubbed perfectly against that sweet spot inside of you.

  With each thrust of his finger, you’d let out a squeak, sounds that would make Bob grind slowly against the mattress while continuing to satisfy you. Your toes curled behind his back, heels digging into the small of it while one of your hands dipped to your other breast, sloppily matching the rhythm of Bob’s hand on the opposite, your other hand tangling in Bob’s hair with a light grip.

  Bob ran his finger against your upper wall, gliding back and forth over the soft and squishy ridges of the flesh. Countless noises gushed out from your mouth and cunt, and Bob was relishing in all of them. The wetness drooling from your entrance and around his mouth and finger, the moans and whimpers filling the room were like a beautiful melody to him, which was more than enough to satisfy him. Your voice gradually grew in pitch once he added a second finger, quickly feeling your orgasm draw near.

  Bob allows his tongue to flick against your clit, quick, rapid motions as his two fingers plunged into the same spot recklessly, finger pads rough against the spot that made you see stars. Your hips bucked under his touch, tears of overstimulation blurring your vision as you felt your walls pulse around his digits. “Close... C-Close, make me cum, Bobby—god…!” You mustered up, voice and body shaking in raw pleasure.

  That nickname again, the one that makes Bob’s eyes roll back and hips rock into the bed with a slight stutter, something only your desperate, shaky voice can cause him to feel. He shudders, the vibrations from his voice transferring to your sensitive nerves as he sucked on your bud, all while he presses his hips deeply into the mattress, the friction of the fabric against his clothed, aching cock, and your voice nearly making him cum.

  Bob never tears his eyes off your face, watching your brows furrow and raise with each flick of his tongue, emotions mixing in the way your eyes would widen and close tightly. It was all so much, he wanted all of it—all of you. Without thinking, he used the strength of his hand on your thigh to pull you in, his nose now flushed against your pubic hair as he forces another breath-taking orgasm out of your system.

  His fingers push against you deliciously, and with the addition of his mouth, you quickly unravel on his lips, your wetness seeping over his fingers. Although you couldn’t hear him through your own constant cries, Bob moaned into your cunt, the sweetest compliments as you drenched his fingers. “S’ pretty, s-so, so pretty…” He removed his fingers from your walls, fighting back the urge to lick them clean, but he quickly recalibrated his thoughts, directing his lips back to your entrance to lap up your sopping mess.

  Your body shuddered as Bob tasted you, moving both hands to his hair to help ground you back to reality while your thighs quivered around his head. “That w-was perfect, Bob… My god…” You huffed, mild aftershocks of overstimulation causing your hips to buck with each swipe of Bob’s tongue against your folds. “S-So good, but I… I need more, please—“

  “T-Tell me what to do…” Bob’s voice muffled between pants and gasps for air, drunk on your slickness as he dips his tongue into your entrance many times while he continues to drink you up, your fingertips curling more passionately into his hair.

  “F-Fuck me… hah—fuck me, Bobby, I want… I need you to fuck me, p-please…” A choked groan followed from Bob.

  “I… Please keep calling me that… I love it.” His large, doe eyes look up at your blown ones, eyelids twitching from pure pleasure.

  A mixture of “Bob” and “Bobby” fell from your lips as his tongue relentlessly lapped up your juices, the coil within you quickly tightening, threatening to burst yet again. Your thighs squished around his face, your eyes closing even as you tried to watch his pretty face scrunch beneath you.

  Bob truly was beautiful like this, hair disheveled thanks to your hands, face red while he collected your arousal on his tongue, just the look of his eyes on yours pushed you over the edge. You moaned loudly, raising a balled fist to bite down on as you came on his fleshy muscle again, your other hand tightening in Bob’s locks once his nose pressed against your clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

  Bob lapped at your dripping folds, slow and deliberate as to not further overstimulate you while you held his head, hands gripping his scalp for dear life, making him wince briefly. As you slowly came down from your high, it was obvious that two orgasms didn’t cut the horrible feeling of your blood boiling beneath your skin, now looking at Bob with glossy eyes, tears threatening to burst. You felt an immense wave of guilt wash over your body, having the urge to get it off your chest.

  “…I feel terrible, Bob, this isn’t fair to you… I just put this on you so unfairly, you don’t have to—“

  “No I want this—you—I… I want you.

  Bob interrupted, taking your hand in his, both trembling nervously. “I’ve never been so serious about something, I… I just didn’t expect it to happen like this… I’ll leave you be if you’d like, of course—“

  “No.” Your other hand hastily came up to hold his, thumb tracing circles over his skin. “I just wanted to make sure if you were okay with… everything.” The last few words came out as an awkward laugh, Bob quickly nodding along so you didn’t feel as strongly. “More than okay. If I can help you while pleasing you, I would be more than happy to.”

  In the moment, you press a warm palm to his cheek, cupping it and pulling it to your face to kiss the opposite side, the two of you sharing a warm smile. “Thank you.” A genuine moment of sweetness between the two of you, Bob giggling softly in your hold. You held him like that for a minute, his eyes closed shut in your embrace while relishing the feeling of your burning skin against him, until he pulled away in realization.

  “I—I should get to helping you out more then… huh?” He spoke, just a bit more timidly, considering how warm of a moment he interrupted.

  You nod, the hand on his cheek going down to tug the hem of his sweatshirt, pleading eyes locked on his. “…If you don’t mind.”

  “Y-Yeah.” He nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a nervous gulp before he places his hand on yours, slowly working to lift his long sleeve off his body. He moved your hand along, starting from his neck, trailing his collar bone, then holding just between his pecs, a sense of grounding as his heartbeat slowly rises. “Keep it here, please.” You nod, your skin still burning against his.

  Bob lifts his hips, one hand tugging down his sweatpants and boxers while the other holds yours on his chest. His cock slid from confinement, a gentle slap to his stomach with a small smear of pre-cum wiping off just above his belly button, the sight making you nearly drool.

  He pushed the rest of the clothes off your bed, his back now against the headboard with your hungry eyes roaming over his body, how the dim light illuminated his abs and the smudge of his excitement, eyes just a bit glossy, hands trembling, it was like a grand meal to savor.

  “I must look really good if you’re staring at me like that…” he chuckles nervously when your hand begins to rake down his chest, fingernails gently scratching his pale skin. “I need you, Bob.” You chuckle softly, the effects of your mission still clearly lingering while you pepper kisses on his neck, following lower and lower, down his torso and to his aching cock, pressing your lips against his throbbing head and collecting his arousal on your tongue.

  A strangled groan leaves his lips, balling the sheets in his hands, not sure where to leave them once you begin to suck on his shaft, slowly lowering your head to accommodate his length. Your lips stretched around his thickness, a free hand pumping the rest you couldn’t fit, while your saliva slowly trickled down his cock.

  You sucked harshly, desperate for more, but with proper care and a purpose to relish in him entirely. Bob rested his hands on your shoulders, contemplating between massaging your muscles or pushing you away, but you continued to interfere with his thoughts once you began to lower yourself as far down as possible, teary eyes on his, while pumping his cock faster. With a ruined whine, he gently pushes your head up and off his cock, his shaft throbbing, already missing your mouth.

  “D-Don’t wanna cum already… you’re so good…” Bob gasped huskily, easing the pressure on your head as you adjusted your position, leaning back on your elbows in front of him. He took in the sight of your glossy lips, swollen from the stretch of his cock, neck, and collarbone, littered with the smallest hickies he created. God, you were just a sight for sore eyes.

  “Pretty…” Bob muttered dreamily, the two of you now sitting up in your bed. Your cunt was drooling for Bob, and Bob was leaking for you. You both couldn’t wait any longer, almost leaning in and bumping foreheads out of raw desperation, causing a soft moment between you both, small, shy chuckles leaving your lips before they met again, slow and sensual as Bob guided you into his lap.

  He takes his hand and grips the base of his cock, swiping the flushed tip along your slit, collecting your slick and spreading it all over your folds, kissing against your clit with the sloppiest sound that echoes throughout the room. You looked down the whole time, taking in the sight and the lewd noises that spilled from your combined sexes. Bob notices your observance, taking his other hand to gently tilt your head up to his.

  “Just—Just let me know, okay? If it’s bad, if—ngh…” Bob’s babbling was quickly interrupted by you sinking down on his cock, his thickness slowly getting swallowed inch by inch by your hungry cunt. You both let out a stray sigh once he’s fully sheathed, his head practically kissing your cervix deliciously, making you squirm.

  “Stunning, you look stunning…” he whispered, the smallest gasps of air leaving his body. You silenced him briefly, pressing a short and sweet kiss to his lips as you began to move your hips up and down, allowing your body to slowly accustom to his thickness. Bob only let his hands rest on where hips, letting you guide yourself, although they would occasionally give your ass a gentle squeeze, moving one to brush a thumb against your clit while you bucked into the touch.

  You moved faster, lifting and lowering your hips at an inconsistent rate, jittery and rabid, while the mixture of your moans filled your room. With a small movement, Bob holds your hips down, your thighs flush against his skin before dipping you down into the mattress, his body over yours, his hair barely touching your face as he looks down at your fucked out expression. You wanted more, yet your body ached far too much for any further movement.

  He searched your eyes for another quick confirmation, a desperate nod and whine from you had him moving within seconds, average thrusts that pushed his cock what felt even deeper inside of you. This position allowed him to fully bottom out inside of you with each thrust, really making Bob’s noises grow louder. “O-Oh god—fuckkk…” He cries in a mixture of a groan and whimper, hair looming over your shoulder as he buries his head into your neck, pressing kisses all over while you claw at his back.

  Bob’s face was completely red, ragged breaths escaping through gritted teeth, skin burning against each other as his hips soon began to stutter, quickly moving his hand down to circle your clit, causing your legs to buckle beneath him.

  “You’re beautiful… so, so beautiful…” He hummed into your ear, pressing small, sweet kisses to your earlobe, continuing to whisper gentle praise as he kept himself to the hilt inside of you, cock throbbing as your walls clenched him as if he were going to leave you.

  “Cumming, c-cumming, Bobby…” you whimper into his ear, teeth grazing the skin, mind completely in shambles and unable to form a proper thought as your walls tightened around his thickness, that coil within you churning, daring to implode out of pure love.

  The way Bob glanced down at you, his hair falling and tickling the skin of your reddened face, a hand on your hip, the other between your thighs drawing lazy circles over your clit had you breathless. His eyes had a mixture of pure love and desperation, your breath hitching when you noticed the smallest flicker behind them.

  Then another, small and frequent, as Bob continued to thrust deeply into you.

  The smallest gasp fell from your lips, watching his eyes lighten and darken, practically firecrackers popping behind his pupils. “F-Fuck, Bob..! Same time—at the sa-same time! M’ on the pill!!” You moan out, hands raking over his back further, just enough to leave small streaks in his skin, yet gentle enough not to cause bleeding, the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm looming over your entire body.

  Bob’s eyes twitched, wincing from the way you cry out his name made him throb painfully inside of you, the beautiful feeling of your nails against his skin, your cunt squeezing him deliciously, it all became too much to bear as he finally groaned into your neck. A noise of desperation, want, and need, even desire, while Bob sprinkles kisses over your neck and shoulder, feeling his cock pulse with each rope of his cum that shot into your wet heat.

  Even with his mind melting orgasm, Bob continued to thrust inside of you, eyes rolling behind his closed eyelids, head still buried into your neck as countless whimpers and groans get drowned out over your skin. He continued to pump you full, each thrust growing slower than the last.

  Bob paused his thrusts once his orgasm ended, shuddering over how you took his full load without a drop wasted. Your walls hugged his cock so tight, coating his flesh with a mixture of your releases. Your mind was scattered, thoughts spiraling over your third orgasm of the night. It was already late, the others had (hopefully) gone to bed, and it was far past your own usual bedtime. Yet here you were, body sprawled out on your bed with Bob fully sheathed within your warm cunt, still aching from your heightened senses.

  Your body and mind craved for more; more of Bob and his cock, more of his cum, touch, anything he’d be willing to give you. Your eyes were glossy, your body sensitive to Bob’s hands on your waist as he remained settled inside of you. He knew you wanted more, the look you gave him making his cock throb inside of you, growing hard once again just from the sound of your quivering breaths.

  “Again...?” Bob asked, eyes half lidded as his thumbs rubbed circles into your skin. “I’m going to guess that you need more than just a few orgasms… I—I want to help you…” That damn feverous look he had, nervous, yet fully confident in being able to satisfy you, rid you of your condition. The “please” that left your lips was the one last thing he needed to fully rile him up once more, slipping his cock out from your entrance, rolling and guiding your bodies into a new position.

  His back was to the mattress, and you were now hovering over his cock like moments ago, some of your mixed arousal dripping out of your sensitive sex and onto his shaft. Bob found the sight so breathtaking, biting his lip with a whimper over the feeling of the warm substance trickling down his twitching length. He gripped the base of his cock, gently gliding it between your folds, his cum-covered tip bumping against your clit with each agonizing swipe.

  “Would you rather me move, or would you rather me… O-Oh shit, angel..!” Bob moaned, bringing up a palm to his mouth as you began to sink your body onto his cock, the thickness allowing itself in with the help of your mixed pleasure.

  Bob continued to mutter “angel” under his breath as you sank inch by inch, inspired by how you would call his name out so sweetly. “L-Let it out—all of it. Y-You can—gah… You can use me… cum as many times as you need—“ You quickly cut him off with a sloppy, desperate kiss, shutting up his babbling thoughts as you began to lift and lower your hips in an intoxicating rhythm.

  Bob’s other hand quickly jumped to your hip, fingers digging into your skin for a sense of grounding while you moved furiously, drunk off the intoxicating feeling of his thick cock stretching you in a way you could’ve never thought of.

  You move one hand to rest on his, the other running over his lean torso, fingerless running over the sweet curves of his muscles with ease, the heat of your fingers further fueling the beautiful noises Bob was creating.

  Every few moments, you’d pause to grind down, his cock still fully engulfed while your clit brushed against his pubic bone in a way that made you moan, chewing your lip to simply attempt to muffle how loud you were being, although Bob wasn’t doing any hotter. His hair was disheveled, sticking to his forehead due to the accumulation of sweat, his hands shaking as he bit down on one finger, his grip still tight on your hip.

  You wanted more. Needed more, body aching from raw pleasure, pleasure you desired far more of.

  Quickly leaning down, you pry Bob’s hand away from his mouth, pressing a famished kiss to his swollen lips, you both swallowing each other’s noises of desire once you begin to pick up your pace, walls hugging his cock tighter and your breasts pressed against his skin. “B-Bob, Bobby…” you whimper into the kiss, tongues dancing an indescribable desire for more. “Inside again—please, god...”

  Bob’s hand shifted down from your hip to your ass, a mixture of caressing and gripping your heated skin in order to guide you faster on his cock, his eyes wincing as he tried to keep them locked on yours. Trying to keep them locked on you with the prettiest moans escaping his kiss-swollen lips, another flicker appeared in his eyes.

  That gorgeous golden color, just that hint of Sentry shining through, reminding you what pleasure you’re possibly giving him and Void, the idea being the last thing you needed to properly get that coil within your heat to snap violently.  

  Breathless moans filled Bob’s ears as you came undone, fingernails raking over his skin, the movement of your hips weakening and stuttering from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm tearing through your senses. Noticing your slowed movement, Bob moves his other hand down to your hip, both hands now guiding you on his cock, your body practically putty in his hands as he moves you on his throbbing shaft, making you feel that delicious head sheath in and out.

  Bob couldn’t help but cry, small tears from pure pleasure beading and blurring his vision as he kissed your cheek with wispy ghosts of his lips. “Jesus— Oh, Honey…!” Countless tooth-aching names spilled from Bob as he felt his orgasm wash over his own body, the scratch of your nails and the sounds of your blissful moans spurring him on.

  Even after your fourth orgasm, you had a buildup of a fifth, then sixth… the number growing along with your overstimulation, doing anything to milk yourself of this drunk-like feeling. Grinding down against Bob’s muscular thigh, having him lazily play with your tits, hell, even kissing you so passionately you felt your thighs continue to grow drenched from your cunt.

  After a final orgasm after who knows how long, it was already 3… 4am? Your vision is hazy from the countless stars you’ve witnessed behind your eyelids while trying to read your digital clock by your bedside.

  You couldn’t care less for what the time was, not with Bob’s arms around you, gently caressing your skin, giving you the sweetest massaging on your shoulders while your chest was on his.

  “I never would’ve guessed you would last for so many rounds… Are you sure you’re alright?” Genuine concern laced your voice, your hand soothing Bob’s cheek as his breath steadied, his chest beginning to rise and lower at a normal rate compared to earlier. He nods exhaustedly, his voice a bit worn. “It was all worth it, j-just to pleasure you, to see you melt.”

  “But you enjoyed it, right?” You asked, hands slightly jittery while cupping his cheeks, thumbs tracing circles over his skin.  “It’s not nearly as pleasuring if I’m not sure—“

  “More than anything. It was more than I could’ve possibly imagined.”

  “Imagined?” You giggled softly. “You imagining me?”

  “Oh—uhm…” Bob muttered, catching himself on his filthy confession, the flicker in his eyes returning briefly as they jotted away from yours while your beautiful snicker filled his ears like a melody.

  “…Your eyes, Bobby. They were glowing, flashing.” You spoke before he could explain himself.

  “Oh, god…” he groaned gently, hands racing to cover his eyes, lip pouting in embarrassment while he chewed on his cheek. “Sentry…” He whispered, “They were all present…obviously, our minds are shared, they all had the same intention to make you… y’know.”

  “Cum?” You spoke after, gently peeling one hand away from his face.

  “Y-Yeah.” Bob nods, “Sentry, Void… They can both be very passionate about you, not n-nearly as much as me of course.”

  “Well, at least I’ve grabbed all of your attention then.” You smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to his lips, sweet and gentle, eyes closed before opening once again. “Thank you, Bobby. I love you.”

  With a gentle nod, Bob's arms fully wrapped around your body, gently caressing your as you began to drift off to sleep. Your eyes fell first, lashes slowly fanning against your skin until you began to hum softly and steadily, and Bob couldn’t help but look down and smile, now knowing something he’d wanted, needed for so long was finally in his arms.

  He couldn’t help but smile, lowering his head to press a kiss against your hairline and resting his chin on your hair, his eyes now closing just as yours did.

  “Thank you, my angel.”