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Since you started dating Bob, Friday nights were almost always spent at the bar. It was a fun way to unwind after long weeks of training and missions. You and Bob rarely got drunk, just drank enough to convince each other you were comedians, and still be able to walk back to the Watchtower at the end of the night. It was one of the few ways that loosened him up. That and meth. But after you experienced what he was like, first hand in The Void via a chicken slamming a sign into your face—drugs were off the table.
It was now 1:30am, you and Bob couldn’t stop laughing at the memory of John getting jump scared by Bucky’s arm in the dishwasher yesterday. Breathless from the laughing, you collapse onto your boyfriend’s chest, laying together on the couch of the common room. Bob’s chest rumbled as he remembered the shriek that left John’s lips. His sweater still smelled like the Margarita he spilled earlier.
His hand slipped under your top, rubbing your lower back. “You think we could put Bucky’s arm in his bed?”
You grinned at the idea and pressed soft kisses above the sweater’s neckline. “I have no doubt I could get it in there, but there’s no fucking way we can convince Bucky to lend us his arm.”
He tilts his head back against one of the throw pillows, giving you more room to kiss his neck. “You’re sneaky. Take it while he’s sleeping.”
That pulled a snort out of you. You push up enough to meet those hypnotic blue eyes of his. “With those super soldier reflexes?! You’re gonna get me killed.”
His lips curved just slightly. “I’d save you.” He says in that deep voice of his, instantly making your heart race.
You shake your head and lean in, molding your lips together. He’s quick to lick at your lips, begging for entrance. There’s no way you could resist, so you part your lips. The fruity alcohol taste was still prominent, making him hum. The hand up your shirt pulls you closer to his chest. He had a habit of holding you as close as possible while you kissed. Like he wanted to be consumed by it, and forget the world even exists beyond your lips.
“Oh god!” John’s disgust ruins the moment.
Sighing in defeat against Bob’s lips, you slowly part, a string of saliva still connected before snapping. You look up at the older blonde man standing in his flannel pajamas with an empty Avengerz water bottle in hand. (Alexei had them made for everyone). He looked at you two in disgust as if he actually caught you fucking. Granted, he always gave you two that face, but it was still an overreaction. From the moment he first caught Bob subtly checking you out, he’s kept that same level of disgust.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” You look at the clock on the wall.
”I ran out of water.” He holds up the bottle, shaking it to prove there’s nothing inside.
You and Bob roll your eyes and move to sit up. Bob adjusting his pants as discreetly as possible. While you didn’t notice, John sure did.
“I don’t care what you do, just don’t do it where I watch football.” He shivers at the thought, heading to the fridge to fill up his bottle.
“Oh no- we- no we weren’t- no-“ Bob stutters.
“Jesus.” You groan at his insinuation.
“Hey, if you wanna lose your virginity, just don’t do it where we all hang out. That’s all I'm saying!”
You quirk your head in confusion. You’ve talked about the hilariously unfortunate college hook ups you’ve had. “I’m not a virgin.”
John looks up at you two, pausing refilling his water. “Yeah I know. I’m talking about freak-o.”
You let out a humored scoff. “Bob’s not-” You immediately notice the red on his face and lack of eye contact. All the confidence the margaritas gave him were gone. “Bob?”
He opens his mouth to speak but is immediately cut off by John’s snickering.
“You didn’t actually think he wasn’t a virgin. I mean… Come on!” He gestures to Bob.
“Are you?” You ask softly, not wanting him to think you're judging him or upset.
“Y-yeah.” He mutters, focusing on his fingers playing with a loose thread of his sweater.
Your mind was truly blown. He’s sweet and kind plus… look at him. You’ve seen him shirtless a handful of times, how is it possible that no one’s taken THAT for a ride.
“What about college?”
He scratches his head, barely making eye contact with you. “I was a little too busy… mething around.” He gave you the sweetest guilty face.
“Oh my god.” You stare at him in awe. When his face starts to fall you quickly do damage control. “That’s not a bad thing! I’m just… surprised.”
“I’m not.”
You shoot John a glare. “Why are you still here? Go! Shoo!”
John threw his hands up in defense, silently exiting. Once he was finally gone and you could hear the distant click of his door down the hall, you returned your attention to Bob.
“You never told me.”
“Well, it’s not exactly something I’m all too proud of. I’ve heard you talking about how good or bad those guys you used to date were. Meanwhile, I’m like a thirty year old virgin.” He sighs, slumps into the couch.
It’s silent for a moment, giving him some time to wallow and for you to process.
“You’ve been through a lot of shit. It’s not that crazy, all things considered.” You reach up to play with his hair as he massages his temples.
“I don’t know how to live up to your expectations.” He seemed truly troubled by it. By the idea of not being good enough for you. Not being able to give you what you deserve.
It was ridiculous, though. Memories of the thousand make out sessions you two have had, play in your head. How he takes his time on your neck and collarbone, wanting you to feel good. How he ruts against you when things get heated, but ultimately ends with him panicking and running to his room to take a cold shower. It made sense though— all those times your steamy moments were cut short.
“I’ll show you.”
His body seems to stiffen up in shock. “Show me?” His head slowly turns to face you.
“Yeah.“ A smirk curls onto your lips. “Do you want to?”
“Wa-want to what?” His adam's apple bobs as he starts to fidget again. The alcohol seemed to be long gone now, his shy and nervous ticks made that apparent.
“Let me take your virginity. If you want to, I’ll show you, teach you.”
“Like… now?” You shrug giving him the option. His hand snakes back around your waist, resting on ur hips, his thumbs brushing the skin between the hem of your shirt and jeans. “I wouldn’t mind now.” He looks into your eyes gauging if you felt the same or if he was being a fool once again.
You stand from the couch, taking his hands into your smaller ones and lead him out of the common area and into the halls. “Your room or mine?”
“Yours. Your room.” He sounded almost breathless at the thought of being surrounded by your smell in that big soft bed of yours, listening to your moans.
Your room was dark, only lit by that glowing New York skyline. You maneuver Bob to your bed, urging him to lay down in the middle.
“But- what about you? I want to make sure you feel good first.” His hands greedily reach out and grab your hips, looking desperate to peel those jeans off.
“I know.” Your voice had dropped into a seductive tone, making his pants immediately tight again. “I’ll teach you how to eat me out another day. I wanna show you what a real pussy feels like first.”
A desperate groan escapes his lips at your words and the way you nipped his jaw. Your warm fingertips slide down his chest, enjoying the grooves of his muscles underneath. Once they reach the hem, they slide under the fabric. His abs instinctively flex at your touch.
“Shit.” He sighs, his hips bucking upward for any sort of relief. “Fuck, I need you.” He tugs your hips down, moaning at the way your ass presses against his hard-on.
“Clothes.” Is all you’re able to mumble while you hastily work to take his sweater off.
Bob followed, sitting up to make it easier for you before yanking your top off. “Can I?” His fingers toy with the claps of your bra.
“Please do.” You watch his eyes, eager for his reaction. This was the farthest you two have ever gone.
He fumbled with undoing the claps, getting obviously frustrated. You couldn't help but giggle. “Need help?”
“No. I’ll just-“ The clasps snap as he tears it apart. “buy you a new one.”
In the blink of an eye, your bra was dangling off of the lamp by your desk. He looked mesmerized by your breasts. You’ve had sex a handful of times, but no one has ever looked at your body they way he is now. Like an artist admiring a sculpture or a religious man worshiping a goddess. His touch was so delicate, hands roaming across your torso, and landing on your chest. He carefully squeezes them and rolls his thumb over your nipple making your breath hitch and walls clench. The reaction surprised him. How something so simple could make you react in such a way.
“Fuck.” He whispers breathless. He needs more.
His lips latch onto your nipple, tongue caressing and flicking at the hardening bud. Your fingers thread into his hair making him groan. As he continues to worship your breasts, you reach down, undoing his belt and tossing it aside. His hands leave your torso and quickly undo your jeans.
The movements were careful yet desperate. Once all the buttons and zippers were undone, Bob lifts his hips, shoving his pants and boxers down in one go. You did the same, taking off your jeans and soaked panties, unable to wait much longer. After, you settled back onto his lap and pressed your hands to his pecks, urging him to lay back.
His eyes focused on how the tip of his cock brushed against your pussy. The precum mixes with your wetness with each twitch of his cock. Every ounce of his body craved you. He craved your taste, your moans, your warm cunt to throb around his cock.
“Fuck- please. I need it.”
“Yeah?” You coo, loving how desperately he longs for your pussy.
“Yeah. Yeah.” His hands kneed your thighs and hips as he tried to hold back from pulling you down on him.
How could you possibly resist? You start to sink down, his thick tip splitting you into two.
Bob’s head falls back and a long moan rolls out. “NGH, you're squeezing me so tight.” You had to stop a third of the way down to adjust to his size.He looks back to you, wondering why you stopped. “You alright?”
“Just need a sec.” You take a few deep breaths letting the aching of your stretched walls subside. The thickness of his cock was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. In hindsight, you probably should have let him finger you first, but you couldn’t possibly stop now.
His eyes flicker back down to your pussy and how your slick drips down his shaft. His thumb moves to your pussy, finding your clit, and rubbing tight circles. He groans when you tighten around him again.
“This alright?”
You nod in response, letting your eyes flutter shut. It felt incredible being stretched by his cock while he played with your clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout you.
He grins at your reaction. “You like it when I touch you like this?”
Your cheeks heat at how he sounded. It reminded you of The Void. “Oh, god, yes. Keep going.” You begin to sink down again, slowly taking each inch until you’ve bottomed out. Gasps and groans escape both your lips once you're fully settled. You felt so full.
You move to slide up the shaft when he grabs your hips, halting your movements. “Don’t. Don’t.” He growls through gritted teeth. “Can’t- can’t come yet.” The way he panted as he held back an orgasm made you smirk with pride.
“Just tell me when.” You lean down to kiss and nip at his neck, basking in his labored breaths.
“I can’t believe I’m having sex. You feel so good. God, your pussy’s so warm and tight.” Bob’s voice shook, overwhelmed by it all.
Feeling like he can handle it, he starts to lift you off his cock, leaving only the tip in. You let him decide how to go from here. Feeling more confident, now, he yanks you down, knocking the air out of both your lungs.
That’s all it took to become addicted. “More.” He growls, pushing your hips up again.
You take over now, repeating the moves, sliding up to the tip and back down. It was a sweet steady pace. Not too slow, but fuck did it sure did hit deep. Your hands press firm to his chest, helping you grind down between bouncing intervals. Your clit dragged perfectly against his pelvis.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” The groans and whimpers that came out of him only gave you more confidence. With one hand on your hip and the other on your ass, Bob helped you move. “That’s it. Look at you.” His tone was deep and sweet as honey. He watched how your jaw dropped allowing high pitched moans to escape. “So beautiful.”
You felt him shift under you. His feet planted on the blankets and he gave you a sharp thrust. Your whole body jolted when he hit that spot inside of you.
His heavy lidded eyes flared at your reaction. “Did I find it?” He paused.
“Mhm.” Is all you’re able to whimper out, still shocked by the surge of pleasure.
A smile grows on his lips. Getting a better grip on your hips, he starts thrusting up into you at a brutal pace, balls slapping your ass. He bounces you on his cock, causing you to babble his name and various syllables that didn’t even form a word.
“Agh! Bob- ngh!” You moan and start meeting his thrusts as best you can.
His cock felt as if it were up in your chest with how deep and hard each thrust was. He couldn’t stop pounding into you, it was like he was possessed.
“Sounds so pretty. Keep moaning for me.” He begged. “Yeah, like that. That’s it. Keep going, keep going.”
You didn’t hold back, letting out cries as he wildly bucked up into you. That knot of bliss started to tighten in his core. He didn’t want it to be over. It was all too good to end.
You felt it too. “Bob,” you mewled. “Right there Bob! Ohhh, you’re fucking me so good! I wanna cum.” One of your hands on his chests lurches forward, grabbing onto the top of the headboard, using it for leverage. You fucked back, wet plaping sounds filling the room. The bed squeaked and creaked more with each move, only adding to the noise you two were making.
“N-not gonna last.” He chokes out, trying to hold his breath to keep from cumming.
You swear if you gripped even slightly harder on the headboard, it would splinter into a million pieces. “I’m gonna cum!” Unabolished moans spilled from your lips as you balanced on the edge of bliss.
Bob’s fingers dig into your skin. “Can I- NGH! Inside?”
“I’m on the pill.” Somehow he fucked you even harder with your confirmation.
The way your pussy clenched around him and the sloppy sounds of your riding was too much to handle. Luckily, he was able to hold off just long enough for you to come first. When you do, it’s perfect. The sounds you made were pornographic.
The throbbing of your pussy was impossible to withstand. Bob came just a second later. His face contorted in ecstasy, lips parting for deep moans to escape. You lean down, lazily kissing the corner of his lips and his cheeks while you ride out our highs as long as possible.
“How was tha-“
“I need more.” He’d yet to catch his breath before he lunched forward and pushed you onto your back, his cock never leaving your still spasming pussy. “One more? You can give me one more right? Please.”
You couldn’t believe his reaction. Before you could even finish nodding, he was fucking you like his life depended on it. His thrusts were sloppy, uneven, desperate. Your nails dig into his back, trying to brace yourself.
“Bob!” You moaned his name like it was the only word you knew, and at this second, that was true.
“You sound so perfect.”
He grabs the back of your knees, pushing them to your chest, making you yelp at the new, incredible angle. Your pussy squelched louder like this.
“Perfect, so perfect-NGH- so- so fucking good- UGNH!”
“Bob!”
You weren’t going to last another minute. With this position, you could watch his fat cock pistoning in and out of you recklessly. Both your cum painted across your pussy and his cock, no doubtably ruining the blankets under you.
He notices you look away and his eyes follow yours. “Fuck.” His tone shivers. “Look at that. You look so pretty with me inside you. Take so much of me. Watch your pussy squeeze my cock.”
His abs flexed more as he got to the edge again. He rolled his hopes with more precision to make sure he was hitting your g-spot.
“‘M gonna cum. You ready? Please tell me you’re ready.” He looks back to your half-lidded eyes.
You were so grateful he was ready, you weren’t sure if you could keep holding out anymore. “Yes! Yes! Bob! Oh!” One hand tangled in his hair, tugging while the other clawed at his back.
Your vision blurs as you cum together. Your body convulsed as your orgasm ripped through you, more violently than it did the first time. It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
Bob collapses on top of you, still grinding into you, riding out the climax. He didn’t want the moment to end. You looked and sounded perfect, whimpering into his ear. If he had the strength to keep going, he would, but his body protested.
“That was better than Meth.” His voice was raw and exhausted. “You okay?”
“Mhm.” You wince as he lets go of your thighs, allowing them to fall back to the bed.
“Sorry.” His hands rub your thighs to soothe them.
“Don’t ever apologize.” You smiled a giddy smile and kissed his hair, before he reluctantly pulled out. “How was your first time?”
Bob wrapped his arms around you, readjusting you to lay on the pillow. “If I had you during college instead of meth, I think I would have been in a much better place.” He chuckled.
You laughed and closed your eyes, leaning back into his arms.
“Wanna take a nap and try again after?” His fingers drew shapes into your skin.
“Absolutely.”
Next morning… or afternoon.
You and Bob had a late start to your Saturday. Around 3 or 4am you went for another round then passed out. When you two finally woke up at 10:45, there was no resisting each other. After that, you laid in bed together, chatting and laughing about dumb shit. Unable to part from you, Bob eventually followed you into your en-suite bathroom to shower and well… we can all guess how that went. So by the end, it was already 1:30pm.
Starved, you and Bob finally emerged from your room. You could smell lunch cooking from the kitchen. It was loud like always. Food sizzling in a pan, knives chopping against wooden cutting boards, and laughter amidst banter. When you walked into the kitchen, however, it was silent.
John looked horrified, the knives suddenly looked fascinating to Bucky, Ava forced her lips seemingly holding back a laugh, and Yelena held her a smirk while Alexei didn’t even bother to.
“Why’s it so uncomfortable in here?” Bob broke the silence.
You grimaced, having already caught on, and awkwardly walked to the counter to help yourself to the buffet of food John made.
“This isn’t awkward at all.” Ava smirks and goes back to cutting the vegetables.
Both of Alexei’s hands came down to smack his thighs and he jumped up from the couch. “It is never awkward or uncomfortable for a boy to become a man!” He strides over and pats him on the back.
“Oh, god, Alexei, please.” You cringe and shake your head, begging him to shut the fuck up.
Bob quickly went red with humiliation as it settled in.
“Look, I’m sex positive or whatever they call it, but I don’t want to hear it.” John claps the metal tongs at you two.
“It’s natural!” Alexei’s voice boomed as he argued.
“No. It’s disgusting.”
“Hold on!” You groan. “Our rooms are soundproof, okay. You’re all being dramatic.”
They break out into a symphony of laughter, making you all the more irritated.
“Yes, yes, that’s true.” Yelena said as she caught her breath from laughing. “If me and Ava were having a conversation. No one would hear-“
“But if you two are screaming and banging the bed against the wall- MY WALL, then it doesn’t really work, does it?!” John snapped.
“Good for you, though.” Ava gives you a thumbs up, very excited to hear all the details later.
“Do not listen, John does not know what he is talking about. The sex is good for the health and the soul. It should be celebrated!” Alexei buds in again, only making things all the more awkward.
This was horrifying to say the least. With your face now on fire, you quickly load your plate with food and rush back to Bob who’s short circuiting from embarrassment in the doorway.
“Duly noted.” You grab Bob’s arm with your free hand to drag him away.
“S-sorry won’t happen again!” He yelled out before you yanked him back down the hall to hide in your room.
It did, in fact, happen again… and again… and any time John was even the slightest bit annoying.