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After the events of Thunderbolts, everyone had to return home. Of course, each of them had wanted rest and recuperation after their first “supervillain". None other than Bob, or technically Sentry and Void. No one in the team could blame him. They were all on paths with powers they didn't always choose or understand.
Everyone had their own home. Except for Bob. He had a home back where he was injected, sure, but there was no way he could return there. Yelena quickly stepped up, letting the boy stay with her.
Bob can't really use his powers correctly yet, so he was able to find jobs working from home while the Thunderbolts were on missions. He would clean and cook for when Yelena got home. He felt like something of a house husband, but he didn't mind it.
The two were rather close at this point. Yelena didn't have a guest room in her apartment, so Bob had slept on the couch for a bit. Eventually, she felt too bad to let him do that anymore, and they started sharing a room. It was a king bed, so they didn't have to worry about being cramped.
Bob was cleaning the room one day, and his last stop was the closet. He hung up all the clothes on hangers and organized the boxes. He doesn't look into them, just puts them more orderly on the top shelf. One of them falls, and Bob curses. He reaches to pick it up, and it falls open. He gasps at what was inside. A rather large… toy. With a harness. He knew what it was, obviously. A strap. He felt embarrassed to see something so sensitive belonging to Yelena. He picks it up by the harness, pinching it with two fingers as he drops it into the box. He quickly puts it back and closes the closet.
All day, as he cleans and as he cooks, he just can't stop thinking about it. When Yelena gets home, it gets worse. The thought of her wearing it, using it… is on his mind. Even as they sit together, eating the dinner he had prepared. Simple sandwiches and soup. He eats quickly, trying to get away from the Russian woman. Yelena notices. “Bob." She says gently, giving him a look. “Slow down. You're going to choke."
Bob listens without a word, taking a sip of his water. He's still rather shaky and nervous. Yelena raises an eyebrow. “Robert. What's wrong?" The affirmative tone, her stern expression, and his full name. It makes Bob stutter.
“I'm just- I- t-tired." He spits out, blushing over his inability to speak since she got home.
Yelena chuckles a bit at his stuttering. She stands and takes the empty dishes to the sink, rinsing them off. “You got something up your ass, Bob? You're so nervous.” She says from the other room.
The analogy doesn't help his stray thoughts. “No, I do not…” The man says under his breath. Bob stands and starts heading towards the bedroom.
“Hey." Yelena’s voice makes him stop. “What's the rush?" She asks, walking up to him. Bob stumbles into the wall behind him.
His eyes seem to look anywhere except Yelena’s. “I just- I’m- tired. Like I said.” Bob's lies are shown through his nervous words.
Yelena puts her hand against the wall next to his head. “Come on. Tell me what's up.” The woman insists. Bob can't help but squirm under her intense gaze.
"I found… I found something in our room." He says, fidgeting with his fingers. Yelena’s eyebrows raise. "I didn't mean to. I was just cleaning the closet, and it.. fell out.”
Yelena smirks as she realizes what Bob was talking about. "Jesus…my strap?" Yelena says, her blunt nature clear.
Bob scoffs, still blushing. “Yeah. That thing." He says, acting like he didn't know exactly what it was. Yelena pushes him further into the wall, and he gulps.
The Russian girl smirks harder. “What is it? You're acting like you found a real, severed penis Bob.” She chuckles, looking him up and down.
Bob let out another sputtering breath, looking to the side. “W-Why do you have it?" He asks. Yelena laughs at his words. "I mean- I meant- y-you have a girlfriend?” The boy asks again. He sways a bit from side to side, trying to distract from his awkwardness.
Yelena shakes her head. "No girlfriend, no boyfriend…not right now." She says. “... You've been thinking about it, haven't you? My little toy. Does it make you uncomfortable?” She presses her hand into Bob's chest. "Or does it turn you on?..”
The man let out a breath with a shiver. "Yelena, it-” he shakes his head, trying to come up with a lie but failing. "It turns me on." He says, closing his eyes to avoid her gaze
Yelena smirks, his hands running up Bob's chest. “Yeah?.. it turns you on, to think about me wearing that pretty purple strap?” She asks rhetorically. She presses her hips against Bob's, the man shivering.
“Dammit, Yelena… I want it so bad..” the man whispers, lips quivering. His hips start to buck forward, begging for more contact.
Yelena grabs his chin, making him open his eyes. “You want me to stretch you out?" The man nods, quick and desperate. The woman's smirk only gets bigger. “Go get it. Fetch, puppy.”
Bob groans, moving towards the room as Yelena follows, stalking. She stands over the bed as Bob ruins his perfectly organized boxes to get to the toy. He goes back to Yelena, who throws the toy onto the bed as she kisses Bob roughly. He kisses back, letting out a soft whine and wrapping his arms around her waist. Yelena tugs at his hair, making him whine more.
She pushes him onto the bed. Of course, Bob was a super soldier. He could've stood his ground against her push, not even moved. But he was weak for her, letting her push him, grab him. He wanted to be pathetic for her, under her control completely. Yelena continues to kiss him, tongues clashing together with moans. She straddles him, her hips grinding down as he bucks up. She pulls away from his mouth suddenly. “Have you ever done this?" Her voice is a bit more gentle than before.
“I'm not a virgin," Bob grumbles, blushing and panting. His gaze keeps drifting to the toy.
Yelena chuckles at him. “Okay. But have you ever had anything… in there?”
Bob bites his lip and shakes his head. "... It's.. I've thought about it. So much.” He admits. Normally he would be so much of an open book, but when this fantasy was so close to being reality…
The woman nods. “So you clean up nice just in case?" She smirks. Bob sputters but Yelena just laughs again.
Yelena focuses, slowly lifting Bob's shirt. He had those defined abs and arms from the serum, but also a few scars from his time as an addict. Yelena leans down, kissing his wrists first, the small dents of continuous injecting are clear. “I care about you so much, Bob.. I understand how it feels." She whispers. She did know, drowning her own sorrows in alcohol, most of the time.
Bob's hands sprawled against Yelena’s face, thumb gently running against her temple. The moment is soft. “I know, Yelena.. You let me stay in your house. You saved me when the void came out.” He says back. He slowly pulls her down for a kiss. The first one is long and soft, but quickly turns into another heated makeout.
Yelena chuckles a bit, taking off her own shirt. Bob huffs, his hands moving to her chest easily, his nerves slowly dissipating. She was just in a normal sports bra, and the woman wasn't exactly endowed. The man clearly didn't care, holding her breasts gently as the make-out continued.
Bob reaches for Yelena's pants, taking them off easily. He pulls her closer, bucking up against her again. Her panties were just as simple as her bra, but again, it doesn't make her any less attractive to Bob. He rubs her hips, back, and chest with longing.
Yelena soon gets off Bob's lap, taking off his pants as well. He lifts his hips for her, shimming off the denim. She leans down and kisses the bulge under his boxers, and he groans. “...I think you should make me feel good before I just give it all to you." She says, voice low in her throat.
The woman takes off her panties and Bob groans, his hands reaching to touch her again. Yelena smirks, but grabs his wrists. “I wanna make you feel good, Lena, I do.." he says breathlessly. “I'm good with my hands.” Yelena didn't doubt it, because he sounded the most confident he had all night.
She leans down to his ear, and he watches her back arch to speak. “How are you with your mouth?" She asks, voice a teasing whisper. Bob groans, grabbing her hips. He looks into her eyes with a fire in them, a desire to please.
Yelena moves up, hovering above Bob's neck. She pushes some hair behind her ear. “Is this okay?"
Bob groans, hands on her hips tightening. “God, sit on my face, Babe…” Yelena does, slowly. She gasps, Bob's tongue immediately darting out to lick her. Her hips rock slowly against his face, one hand on the headboard and one gripping the sheets. Bob's clearly lost already, pulling her hips against his mouth. His tongue circles her entrance, darting in and out, and up and down her lips. Bob slowly sucks on her clit, humming against her. Yelena whines and her hips start to grind harder.
Yelena's hands move to the wall, crossing over each other as she leans her forehead against them. “Just tap m-my hips if you need a breath-” she starts to shake slightly.
Bob pushes her hips up with a smirk, face already covered in her wetness. "I don't need air. Look at how easily I can lift you.” He kisses against her entrance a few times. “Oh, but I love you in control, Lena.."
The woman groans. “I love being in charge of you." She starts grinding on his face again, moaning louder. Bob holds her down, tongue getting faster, more demanding. He reaches a hand up to rub her clit as he works at her hole. Yelena’s grinding gets messy, it was clear she was getting close. “Oh, God- Bob-”
Bob growls, pulling away again. "Come on, Yelena, come for me.. all over my face.” It doesn't take long for the hot pool in Yelena's stomach to release itself, leaving her shaking and moaning. She slowly moves off his face, panting. Bob pulls her on top of him, reaching for a tissue to clean off his face. Yelena kisses him, hard, tasting herself on his tongue.
Bob sits up, Yelena still in his lap. She smiles. “Good boy." She says, chuckling as Bob hides himself in her shoulder. “C'mon, baby. You earned your reward. On your stomach." Bob does it without hesitation.
Yelena grabs the strap from its abandoned place on the bed, putting the harness on. She grabs something from the nightstand, the one she told Bob to never look through. He recognised it as lube. Yelena pours it on one finger, circling him before pushing forward slowly. Bob gasps, burying his face into the pillow. “Shit- this is so- different…” he groans. "I-I’m ready for more. Please don't go slow. I can take it.” the woman smirks, lubing another finger and moving faster than before.
She keeps going for a while, spreading and curling her fingers. Bob mewls and huffs, gripping the sheets so hard that his hands shake. When she pulls away Bob groans in frustration, looking back at Yelena. She scoffs. “You're so pathetic, Bob." Yelena pours lube on the strap, rubbing it in an even layer. “Just tell me if it's too much.."
Yelena slowly pushes forward, waiting a bit after each movement. She kisses Bob's neck, her hand running through his hair. “Pretty boy…so good..”
She's almost fully in when Bob let out a strangled sound, fist thrown against the mattress. "Stop, stop… slow down… holy shit, how big is this thing?" He asks, starting to pant.
Yelena stops as soon as he asks, her hands still roaming over his body caringly. “It's five inches. Too big for you, really?” She teases.
Bob groans at the tease. "I'm- I'm bigger than that." He growls, back arching. Yelena can see his chest heaving at the new, intense feeling.
“Oh yeah?" Yelena's hand travels down to Bob's boxers, starting to jerk him slowly. "Damn… the serum helps with that?" She asks.
Bob shakes his head. "Not that serum… Me, all me.." he growls again, grabbing the sheets. Yelena licks her lips. She slowly strokes him, matching the pace with her hips.
“Damnit… Yelena.. I'm not gonna last long.” Bob pants, huffing. Yelena speeds up, gradually. Bob lets out a louder moan each time she does. She gets to a consistent speed and he grunts each time she moves, rolling his hips backwards as if he's unsure.
Yelena can't help but let out a few moans herself, looking at Bob like this. Pathetic and needy. “God, look at yourself, Bob… Beautiful.”
Bob whimpers, legs starting to shake. “I'm- I'm almost there, Lena…” His chest rises and falls faster, back arching further. Yelena shifts slightly and Bob gasps. “Oh God- there, right there!
Instead of doing as he asks, she shifts again. Bob let out a whining groan, looking back at her with pleading eyes. “Say please. Please ma’am.” Yelena grunts out, both hands moving to his hips.
Bob reaches down to stroke himself, a panting, whining, frankly drooling mess. “Please, please ma'am… I need it.” Yelena obliges, hitting the spot harder with both hands on his hips. It only takes a few strokes for Bob to burst, legs shaking and hand slowing. He reaches behind him, grabbing Yelena’s hand. She stops, rubbing his side and holding his hand. She chuckles slightly, lying against his back.
After a few minutes of cooling down, she pulls out the toy and takes it off. She leaves it in the tub, for later sanitation. She wipes the bed clean of any residue, then lies with Bob, his head on her chest. She rubs his back and kisses his head. “Y'know… isn't there some saying about not sleeping with your roommate?” She asks, smirking.
Bob chuckles, only burrowing his face further into her chest. “Sure there is… should I sleep in the other room?” Yelena shakes her head, holding Bob's waist. "That felt so weird. It still does.” He says, panting slightly still.
Yelena plays with his hair absent-mindedly. “I'm sure it did. I guess you'll get used to it." She says. The two chuckle, slowly falling asleep together.