This is my first and only OC with a celebrity face claim! I’ve been seeing so many OC x canon ship edits on my FYP lately, and it’s inspired me to make one too. However, I don’t know how to edit—no clue at all—but I still tried. For hours and hours. Until I basically gave up on doing everything from scratch and instead relied on Pinterest, gifs, photos, CapCut templates, hopes, and dreams. I made seven in total. Are they the best? No. But they’re cute, and I love them so much sksks. Anyways- here’s my fav one!
Name: Matthew Monroe
Celebrity Faceclaim: Michael B Jordan
Age: 19-20 / Sex: Male / Pronouns: He/Him / Height: 6’0
Likes: skating, baking, music, art, boxing, and food.
Dislikes: annoying people, black coffee, cats (he’s allergic).
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Why did I decide to use MBJ? Three reasons:
1) Andrew Garfield pitched the idea of M.J. being a guy to explore Peter’s sexuality—because why couldn’t Peter be into guys? He questioned why they couldn’t or shouldn’t explore Peter’s sexuality. His top choice for a male M.J. was Michael B. Jordan. I don’t know how true it is, but damn it, we were fucking ROBBED. I still mourn to this day.
2) Saw a video of someone putting different Peters with different Johnnys. They put Andrew’s Peter with Michael’s Johnny.
Summary ꒱ꪆৎ: Bucky and Odessa try a little roleplay to spice things up in the bedroom. It didn't exactly go as planned.
Pairing ꒱ꪆৎ. Bucky Barnes x Odessa Monroe (blk fem oc)
Tags / Rating ꒱ꪆৎ. 18+/- established relationship ✧ blk fem oc ✧ lovey dovey couple ✧ mature language ✧ mature themes ✧ MDNI ✧ playful banter ✧ sexual themes ✧ bucky guilt trips himself ✧ attempted sexual roleplaying ✧ crossdressing ✧ ceo!secretary roleplay ✧ body worship (?) ✧ praise ✧ sub!bucky if you squint ✧ oral sex (male receiving) ✧ bucky going outside of his comfort zone ✧ odessa is down bad for bucky ✧ fluff ✧ dom!odessa if you squint ✧ lots of cuddles, hugs, and kisses ✧ dom/sub undertones ✧ odessa pampers bucky ✧ petnames ✧ mischaracterrization ✧ bucky is bbg ✧ odessa calls bucky everything but bucky ✧ long haired bucky ✧ not beta'd ✧
Content Warnings꒱ꪆৎ. crossdressing ✧ sexual content ✧ oral sex ✧
ꪆৎ Timeline / AU ･ﾟ✧. MCU ✧ no definate timeline ✧
ꪆৎ Word Count ･ﾟ✧. 7.6k+
Author’s Note ･ﾟ✧: MDNI, you’ll be blocked. Happy (very late) Valentine’s Day! Whoop whoop! I really tried to get it done on the day, but then it kept getting longer and longer, and here we are, 7k+ words later. This is my first time in years writing any sort of smut so any and all advice/feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy! XOXO! (my bffs @thatdamnmutt-exe and @sparklyjaazy helped me with editing!)
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Bucky and Odessa were in bed. He was on his back with his eyes closed, and she was snuggled up to his side idly tracing patterns on his bare chest.
“How about….you’re a pirate, and I’m the poor, sweet princess you took hostage?”
A snort left him. “No, hun,” he mumbled without opening his eyes, his fingers combing through her hair. He heard her huff and mutter something under her breath about him being no fun. It made him smile.
“You’re turning down all my good ideas,” Odessa whined, scrunching her nose.
Two weeks ago, Odessa brought up the idea of roleplaying to spice up their bedroom life a little. Having always sort of wanted to try it out, Bucky halfheartedly agreed on the condition that she’d have to come up with the scenario since he couldn’t care either way (huge mistake). Odessa was more than happy to come up with ideas.
Many, many, many odd ideas. She said she got many of her ideas from this “BookTok” thing that he refused to ask more about beyond, “Is that a cult? Sounds like a cult.”
Most of her ideas revolved around her being some sweet, innocent thing, while he was the big bad who ruins that innocence of hers. Tasteless, in Bucky’s opinion, but he digressed.
“Your ‘good ideas’ involve me as a spaceship captain and you as a rogue android that I have to punish for being a naughty girl.” Bucky pointed out, peeking an eye open to look down at her. He was completely unsurprised to see her glaring up at him. She looked like a cute, little, upset kitten.
“That was one idea out of many!” Odessa argued, poking his chest.
“What about the one where I’m the Big Bad Wolf and you’re Sweet Little Red Riding Hood’s mother?”
A snort escaped Odessa. Okay, maybe that was a little out there; she’d give him that. “Okay, well, you did consider it for a bit before turning it down,” she pointed out.
Closing his eyes again, Bucky only hummed while turning onto his side so he could wrap both arms around her. “For all of two seconds,” he mumbled, his cheek resting on top of her head. “Now, shut your brain off and sleep.”
“But—!”
“Sleep.”
“How about—!”
“Sleep.”
Odessa huffed dramatically but snuggled closer and wrapped her arms around his middle, face buried in his chest. “This isn’t over,” she said, words a little muffled. Bucky hummed.
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When Bucky walked through the door of their apartment, he was greeted by an all-too-happy Odessa. She was practically buzzing where she stood in the living room.
The grin on her face, wide and toothy, told him she had yet another one of her great ideas. He sighed, kicked off his shoes, shrugged off his coat, and mentally prepared himself for whatever odd and outlandish idea she concocted this time.
“Odessa,” Bucky greeted with a small smile, arms crossing over his broad chest.
“Hello, my love,” Odessa smiled, hands clasped behind her back.
The brunet leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his fiancée's lips, making her grin and giggle. Odessa rose on her toes and kissed his cheek repeatedly before leading him over to the couch. She sat him down first, then sat in his lap and pulled his arms around her waist.
“Okay,” she started, earning a hum from the older man, “hear me out: CEO and CEO’s sexy secretary.”
Bucky tilted his head back, brows furrowing in thought.
The idea was... normal. Deceptively so. From aliens, big bad wolves, and fairy princesses to a simple power play? Nah, he wasn’t buying it. He eyed her incredulously, an eyebrow raised.
“You want me to dress up as a CEO and you as my sexy secretary?” Bucky asked slowly, watching her expression. That’s when he caught it—the way she looked off to the side and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. A look he’d learned meant she was leaving something out.
“Odessa...” Bucky’s voice was low with a stern edge. “What is it?”
Odessa looked at him for a moment, then looked away and sheepishly said, “Well, I was thinking maybe I could be the CEO, and you could be my sexy secretary.”
What she said only made Bucky more skeptical than before. There was no way that was all, right? She felt nervous about wanting to be the one in charge? Her? The very same woman who pinned him to the bed and had her way with him their first night together? (He liked it.)
“You want me to wear a suit?”
“Well, no. Sorta? In a way…?” The woman looked down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers. Patting her hip, Bucky patiently waited for her to say what she meant. “You can tell me, hun. No need to get all nervous,” he gently coaxed, slipping his thumb under her chin to tilt her head up, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones.
Odessa took a deep breath then hastily said, “Iwantyoutoweartheskirtandlacestockings.”
Bucky blinked. “What?”
She put her hands over her face and groaned, throwing her head back. “I said, I want you to wear the tight skirt and pretty lace stockings.” Her voice pitched higher near the end.
Bucky blinked. He knew it. He knew it was too normal.
“No,” Bucky deadpanned, voice flat.
“Oh, c’mon! I wear sexy clothes for you all the time!” Odessa argued, her tone whiny as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. “A skirt and stockings won’t kill you,” she said, pouting.
She was right; it wouldn’t. But it would kill any and all remaining pride he had left.
“In women’s clothes. Not men’s,” the brunet clarified. “You wear sexy women’s clothes,” he said, emphasizing “women’s clothes.” Odessa groaned and kicked her feet out, not having a counter that would help her case.
“Would it help if I said I can buy it in menswear?” the woman tried, which only earned her a look of profound displeasure. She then sighed, shoulders slumping, a little defeated smile on her face.
Well, it was worth a shot. Back to the drawing board.
“Okay, okay, I get it. No sexy cross-dressing secretary,” Odessa joked with a little snort. “I knew you’d say no, but it was worth a shot.” She kissed his cheek and hopped out of his lap. “I’ll come up with a new idea in the next ten to twenty minutes, trust,” the woman said, shooting him a wink before disappearing into the kitchen.
Bucky stayed on the couch, a little taken aback by how fine Odessa seemed. He thought she’d put up a little more fight than that since she seemed so giddy and happy bringing it up.
An uncomfortable feeling began settling in the pit of his stomach—one that made his lips curl into a soft scowl and his shoulders tense.
“Hun, are you sure?” Bucky called out, leaning forward to get a better look at Odessa, who was in the fridge with her back toward him. She looked over her shoulder, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Sure about what?” she asked, looking back inside the fridge.
“About not doing the idea. You looked really excited about it.”
“Are you saying you’ve changed your mind?” Odessa teased, looking back with both brows wiggling.
“No,” Bucky said quickly, making his fiancée laugh. With a yogurt in hand, Odessa closed the fridge, grabbed a spoon from the drawer, and made her way back into the living room.
“Yes, I’m sure, baby. I mean, yeah, it’s my fave out of the dozen great ideas I’ve had, but it’s clear you’re not too comfortable with the idea of dressing up in women’s clothes, and that’s completely fine. I understand. At the end of the day, it’s just a silly idea I saw on TikTok and thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask, you know?” She took a seat on the couch, propping a pillow behind her back and laying her legs across Bucky’s lap.
Putting his hands on her thighs, Bucky made a face that was a mix of “I don’t believe you” and “I’m starting to feel bad.” It had the woman cooing. Bucky could be so adorable at times.
“Buck, baby,” Odessa leaned forward and put a hand on top of his. “It’s really not that serious for me. I know you’re from a different time where things like that weren’t exactly acceptable. While you’ve been in….my time for a while now, you’re still adjusting, and I understand. I’m not upset—just a little bummed I won’t be able to see that pretty ass in lace panties,” she said, letting out an over-exaggerated sigh that made her love’s shoulders relax.
“So you’re really not upset?” Bucky asked softly, head tilting.
Odessa nodded. “Positive. Now c’mere.”
The brunet smiled then settled on his stomach between his fiancée’s legs, arms around her waist, cheek on her stomach.
After finishing her yogurt and setting it aside, Odessa began combing her fingers through his hair. She started recounting her day in a gentle voice that always lulled him right to sleep.
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Bucky can’t sleep.
He’s been replaying today’s earlier conversation with Odessa for hours.
Beside him, Odessa is peacefully asleep and blissfully unaware of the turmoil Bucky is currently going through.
He knows she said it’s okay, that it’s fine, that she understands, and that there’s no point if he doesn’t also have fun. He knows, but that doesn’t ease the uncomfortable churn in his stomach. It doesn’t stop the guilt and doubt. He told her he didn’t care either way but has rejected every idea she’s had so far. Some were genuinely odd, but others weren’t so bad.
However, rejecting those didn’t make him feel as bad as rejecting the ceo one. Maybe it’s because she looked so excited and giddy before bringing it up.
Bucky put his hands over his face and groaned lowly. He pulled the blanket off and got out of bed, waddling his way to the bathroom. He flicked the light on and closed the bathroom door so the light wouldn’t wake his fiancée.
Bucky stared at himself in the mirror; unease colored his features, causing him to sigh deeply.
Why is this bothering him so much? Odessa already said that it was okay and wasn’t a big deal. And yet, all he could see was the way the sparkle disappeared from her eyes when he told her no.
Fuck. Why couldn’t he do this one thing for her? Odessa had given him so much. She loved him when he was broken and undeserving. She loved him when he was strong and when he wasn’t. She loved him when he yelled and when he cried. She loved him on his good days and his bad days. And believe him, there were a lot of bad days.
If that wasn’t enough, she was ready and willing to keep loving him till death do them part.
And he couldn’t wear a skirt for a few hours to make her happy?
Bucky gripped the sink, fingers digging into the white porcelain, and glared at his reflection in the mirror. Mentally, he berated himself for not being able to do something so trivial to make the woman he loves happy.
“It’s just a fucking skirt and tights,” he grumbled through gritted teeth. “Just a skirt and tights. I can do a skirt and tights.” He let go of the sink and stood up straight, wearing a false look of confidence that couldn’t even fool him.
Confident or not, it doesn’t matter. He’ll do it even if he has to force himself (which he sort of is).
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It’s the next morning, and they’re sitting in the living room on the floor, eating breakfast on the coffee table. A simple plate of eggs, beef bacon (Odessa doesn’t eat or cook pork), toast with strawberry jam, fresh fruit, coffee, and orange juice. She’s having orange juice, and he’s having coffee.
Odessa is talking about her plans for today, which include going to the store, grabbing lunch with a friend, then coming home and lazing around.
Sitting cross-legged across from her, Bucky is quietly nodding along while simultaneously building up the courage to say he’s thought over her idea and would like to give it a try.
“--and I was thinking of watching something new instead of rewatching the same thing over and over again. But, I’ve really been wanting to rewatch….” Odessa slowly trailed off, bacon halfway to her mouth, and narrowed her eyes, confusing Bucky.
She tilted her head. “What’s wrong?” the woman suddenly asked. “Something on your mind, baby?” Bucky blinked, stunned, then smiled sheepishly. “How’d you know?”
“Your left hand fiddles around when there’s something on your mind.” The ravenette mimics the fiddling of his fingers with her own hand, smiling smugly. “So, what’s on that pretty mind of yours?”
The older man looked down at his metal hand.. Right, he forgets he does that.
“Nothing, it’s just—” Bucky took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the warm liquid in his mug. “I’ve been thinking about yesterday, and our conversation on the couch. About me dressing up in…a skirt and tights.”
When he looked up, he saw Odessa attentively nodding along.
“And I think it wouldn’t…be so bad to give it a try?” It came out like a question and that made him groan. Way to sound so unsure of himself.
Odessa hummed, then said, “Are you sure? You’re not just saying this because you still feel bad for saying no, are you?”
Sorta. “No, of course not. I gave it some thought, and it honestly didn’t seem so bad.” It wasn’t a total lie. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that at the end of the day, it was just clothes. Even if he made a fool out of himself, it wouldn’t be the first time, nor would it be the last.
“Are you really sure? Super-duper sure?”
“Positive.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
Odessa stared at Bucky for a long moment before jumping to her feet with a squeal and a smile so wide it looked painful. “Really?! Oh my goodness—” She made her way toward her love and basically tackled him to the ground with a hug and kisses.
“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Chuckling, Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist and tried his best to return the barrage of kisses, but gave up and instead decided to bask in the affection.
“You won’t regret it! I’ll—set—everything—up—!” Odessa said between kisses, each one landing harder than the last. She propped herself up on her hands and stared down at her love, giggling. “All you’ve gotta do is bring that sweet ass.” She booped his nose, then rolled off him.
Bucky sat up on his elbows and watched Odessa crawl back to her spot, muttering under her breath excitedly. “I know exactly where to get your outfit,” she said, more to herself than to him, while picking up a forkful of eggs. “It’ll probably be harder to find a pair of panties that’ll fit you, considering the weapon you’re packing, but I’m sure I’ll figure out something,” the younger woman mumbled, her nose scrunching in thought.
Going back to his own breakfast, Bucky couldn’t help but smile at how happy Odessa seemed. Seeing her happy—and making her happy—was more than worth his pride and dignity.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Bucky froze, confusion scrunching his face. Wait—panties?
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A few days later, Bucky got a message from Odessa while he was out, telling him that his outfit for tonight had arrived.
He chuckled as he read it because, of course, it came on Valentine’s Day. But then anxiety twisted itself in the pit of his stomach as the realization dawned on him—truly dawned on him—that in a few hours he was going to be in a skirt, tights, and lace panties, pretending to be a naughty secretary wanting his “boss’s” attention.
“Sir? Will the sunflowers be all? Or can I interest you in a box of chocolate-covered strawberries for seven dollars extra?”
Bucky looked up from his phone to the cashier, who, to her credit, didn’t look the least bit annoyed by his lack of attention. Quickly pocketing his phone, the man forced a somewhat polite smile. “Could I get two?” The woman smiled, nodded, and began preparing his purchase.
In his back pocket, his phone buzzed once, twice, then three times. When he pulled it out, he saw three messages from his beloved fiancée.
Odessa Monroe Barnes: When you get home, do NAWT come in, and just text me when you get here.
Bucky raises a brow and opens the message notification.
Odessa Monroe Barnes:
when you get home do NAWT come in and just text me when you get here.
I don't want you ruining the surprise I have for youu
it's gunna be sooooo romantic!
5:57pm - read
A smile, a genuine one, tugs at the corner of his lips.
Odessa Monroe Barnes:
yepp!
gunna give u the pretty princess special bbg wink-wink
5:58pm - read
Bucky Barnes:
Sure hun.
I'll be home in ten.
5:58pm - read
“Here you are, sir. That will be 30.45.” The woman set two heart-shaped boxes on the counter alongside a bouquet of sunflowers. Bucky pocketed his phone, pulled out his wallet, and paid with two twenties. He thanked her and told her to keep the change while gathering the flowers and chocolates.
The walk home was as usual. He did have a little pep in his step since he didn’t want the chocolate to melt, given that it was still a little warm out.
The reason, she said, is because not only is it the day of love, but also a valid excuse to pamper him. He hadn’t believed the second part when she said it because why would anyone want to pamper him? It was the beginning of their relationship, and he still had many doubts about himself and their relationship. Part of him had believed that he didn’t deserve her or the love she showed him every day.
Lucky him, Odessa nipped that right in the bud. She sat him down and gave him a piece of her mind. It wasn’t fun then, but now it’s one of his fondest memories.
Bucky walked up the stairs to their shared apartment. Moving the chocolates and flowers to one arm, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to Odessa telling her that he was there.
A few moments later, Odessa opened the apartment door with a cheeky little grin. “Hey, baby,” she greeted, her eyes going straight to the bouquet of flowers and boxes of chocolate. Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights.
“Are those for me?!” the woman asked excitedly while stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind her. When Bucky gave a little nod, he handed over the flowers and chocolate. “Careful, it’s chocolate-covered strawberries. Try not to flip the box because it might be a little melted.”
Odessa nodded and giggled, then rose on her toes to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, baby girl,” she said, kissing him again before going into the apartment and shutting the door in Bucky’s face when he tried walking in after her, leaving him both stunned and confused.
Thankfully, she came out a few seconds later with a strip of fabric in her hands, closing the door behind her again.
“Am I not allowed to come in?” Bucky asked with a smirk, his tone teasing.
Odessa held up the strip of fabric, grinning from ear to ear. “Not unless you’re blindfolded.”
“Blindfolded?” She nodded slowly. “Yep. Don’t want you ruining the surprise.” Bucky snorted and chuckled, finding this all far too funny. He said okay while leaning down so his fiancée could tie the blindfold over his eyes. Afterward, she took his hand, opened the door, and carefully led him inside with all the giddiness of a child.
“Okay, so you need to take a nice hot shower. I still have some stuff to set up, so don’t be afraid to take a while, okay? Your outfit is already in the bathroom, inside the bag on the toilet seat.”
Bucky nodded along, only partly listening since he was more focused on not tripping over himself. She stopped, and so did he. The next thing he hears is a door opening, and he can only assume it’s the bathroom. Odessa gently nudged him inside, kissed his cheek, and said, “When you’re done, I’ll be in the office.” then closed the door.
Bucky pulled the blindfold off, blinking a bit, and turned to look at the black bag on the toilet. Sitting the blindfold aside, he peers into the back and immediately sees something red. He raised a brow before reaching into the bag to pull it out, holding it up with one hand.
He blinks. It’s the tights. Or a tight. What were they called again? Thigh socks? Thigh tights? Oh, right, stockings, Odessa called them stockings. She got them in red, a dark wine red.
The brunet put the sock-thing back into the bag, then turned on the shower and started undressing. In the shower, he took a little more time than usual cleaning himself: scrubbing his arms, legs, chest, shoulders, his thighs, between his thighs, his face, hair, hands, feet, toes, under his finger and toenails. Then he did it all over again two more times.
He stood under the warm water, eyes closed and mind calmer than it had been all week. All his nerves, the same ones that were buzzing all morning, were calm. The anxious pit in his stomach ceased to exist, and with it all his worries about tonight.
Maybe seeing Odessa so excited and playful has helped him calm down. Reminded him that this is something for them to enjoy and have fun with, and nothing more.
Turning off the shower, Bucky stepped out, grabbed the towel off the hook, and started patting himself dry. When done, he tossed the towel into the hamper, then dug around in the bag.
The first thing he pulled out were a pair of black lace panties that made his face pale. He held them up, pitched between his thumb and pointer finger, expression grim as he wondered if such a small scrap of fabric would even fit over his thighs, let alone fit.
He blew out a long, slow breath before leaning down and stepping into them. Shockingly, the lace stretched over the meat of his thighs without ripping and sat comfortably on his hips.
“Oh wow..” Bucky breathed out, genuinely surprised by how comfortable the panties were. He was expecting them to dig into his skin, slip between his asscrack, and cup his nuts uncomfortably. It’s also really soft.
Next came the skirt. A high-waisted, stretchy black pencil skirt. It took him far too long to wrestle it over his hips, the material straining and the clasp barely closing. The skirt was shorter and exposed more leg than any pair of shorts he’s ever owned, way harder to move in.
Getting the red stockings on proved to be a struggle. The thin fabric was a test of his dexterity, but with all the patience he could muster up, Bucky managed to get them over his legs and thighs without tearing them. or falling.
The last and final piece was the shirt. A white long-sleeve button-down. Bucky buttoned it slowly, then did his best to tuck it into the skirt. Besides the cotton pulling taunt across his chest and shoulders, the shirt fit well.
With a long, deep breath, Bucky looked at himself in the mirror. Something he pointedly avoided doing as he got dressed.
The man expected to at least feel and look ridiculous, but…
He turned slightly to look over his shoulder at his backside. The shirt hugged his hips and thighs in a way no other clothing he owned had. And the stockings seemingly changed the entire shape of his legs. Not only that, but the red admittedly looked good on him. (Odessa was right about red being his color).
It was an objectively strange look for him, but he couldn’t deny that there was a certain…appeal to it. He felt wildly out of place, but he didn’t….hate what he saw. He didn’t even dislike it. It just felt odd and strange.
Bucky looked (admired) himself in the mirror for a few seconds longer before opening the bathroom door and stepping out, the little steam left inside following suit.
What awaited him was a candle-lit living room and a path of rose red and pink petals that led down the hall to, he guesses, the home office. On the wall above the couch hung a “Happy Valentine’s Day” banner framed by three heart balloons on each side. On the coffee table were two lit lavender candles surrounded by more rose petals.
Bucky couldn’t help but smile. So much effort, just for him. What did he ever do to deserve such a woman?
Bucky followed the path of roses down the hall and to the home office, stopping just outside the door. On the door was taped a piece of paper saying, “Get into character, hot stuff.”
Get into character? The brunet furrowed his brows and frowned. How exactly would he manage that? How do sexy secretaries act? Does he say something flirty? Witty? Sarcastic? Maybe seductive? Could he even pull off seductive? Odessa says he seduces her everyday, but he’s not really sure what she means by that.
The older man shook away the thoughts and took a deep, calming breath. Just relax and have fun. If not for yourself than for her.
Bucky opened the door, stepping in. He saw Odessa sitting at the desk, staring down at some papers in her hands. She’s wearing a black long-sleeve button-down with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the first few buttons unbuttoned, showing off cleavage. She’s wearing glasses and her hair is in a braid on her left shoulder.
“Mr. Barnes,” Odessa looked up, and when her eyes landed on him, her breath visibly caught. Her eyes widened, her shoulders tensed, and her mouth hung slightly agape. “Oh..” The younger breath out, blinking rapidly, “You look…wow.” was all she could manage.
It would be a lie if Bucky said her reaction didn’t give him a little confidence boost.
“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” Bucky said while stepping further into the room, closing the door behind him. Odessa blinked dumbly, her mind going completely blank for a moment. Roleplay, right.
“Oh, uh,” she cleared her throat and sat up straight, “Right. It’s been brought to my attention that the way you dress is a little…distracting to some.”
Walking up to the desk, Bucky hummed. “Who, might I ask, are these some that I’m distracting?” he questioned, attempting a little purr for added seductiveness, but it came out gruff and stiff. Not that Odessa cared or noticed, she’s too focused on keeping to her character.
“Just a few around the office.”
“Are you one?” Odessa looked up and felt a shiver run down her spine at the sight. Bucky stood in front of her with his arms folded across his chest, biceps flexing, staring down at her.
He looked annoyed with his brows creased and lips pulled into a little frown, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Whether he meant to or not, annoyed looked damn sexy on him.
“Am I what?" Odessa asked, putting her elbows on the desk and resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Her eyes, no matter how hard she tried, wouldn’t stay on his face. How could they? The buttons of his shirt were straining against his chest, that skirt was hugging his hips in all the right places, and those stockings. Goodness, those stockings did wonders for his legs.
To not look would be an offense in its own right.
He tilted his head. “Distracted by the way I dress.”
“Maybe.” Odessa said, voice low, making a point to drag her eyes up his body to meet his gaze.
The older hummed before making slow steps around the desk, her eyes never leaving him. “What’s distracting about it?” Bucky asked, coming to a stop right next to her chair.
Odessa’s gaze drifted back down, following the line of his thigh where the red lace met skin. The contrast was stark and utterly captivating. She swallowed hard, fingers flexing where they now rest on the arms of the chair.
“The…ah, the silhouette is rather…pronounced.” The ravenette managed, her voice wavering, while gesturing vaguely toward his legs. “It commands attention in a way that might disrupt productivity.” She was floundering, the script in her head dissolving under the sheer, unexpected impact he in that outfit would have on her.
She knew him in the outfit would have some sort of impact on her; he in regular clothes makes her foam at the mouth, but she didn’t expect that she would have this much of a hard time keeping herself in check.
Any longer and she might say screw the whole roleplay and demand he fucks her brains out.
Amused, Bucky watched her struggle, trying hard to fight back a smile.
Truthfully, he’s having more fun than he’d like to admit. The acting part is okay; he knows he’s stiff and not exactly the embodiment of seductive flirtiness. What’s making this fun is Odessa’s reactions. They’re not only cute but also a big ego boost.
Bucky leaned a hip against the desk, the movement making the tight skirt ride up just a little.
“I didn’t know my legs were so distracting, ma’am.” The brunet deadpanned, reaching a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Emboldened, Bucky dropped his hand to his lap and started playing with the hem of his skirt.
He saw her eyes follow the movement, transfixed. Even in the low, candle-lit room, he saw her pupils dilate behind her glasses.
“Goodness, Buck..” Odessa breathed out before she leaned back in the chair and put her hands on her face. “Okay, fuck, I can’t do this,” she groaned, words partly muffled by her hands.
Bucky stopped fiddling with the skirt, concern furrowing his brows. “Did I do it wrong?” he immediately asked, voice soft with worry that he’s ruined something or that maybe she’s not as into this, him, as she thought.
“What?” Odessa dropped her hands, eyes a little wide. “What- no, goodness Buck, no!” she laughed, the sound a little shaky, before pushing the chair back and standing. She grabbed his hand, “You didn’t do anything wrong. Actually, you did everything right... too right. It’s unfair.”
The ravenette gently pulled him closer, then fixed them around so that he was standing with his back toward the desk and she in front of him.
“Up, please,” Odessa said, her voice soft. Confused but compliant, Bucky hoisted himself up to sit on the desk edge, the movement making the skirt’s hem ride up higher on his thighs.
Odessa stepped into the space between his legs, put her hands on his hips, and her cheek on his shoulder, sighing. He, still confused but less worried, put his hands on her waist.
“I really want to fuck you,” she said point-blank, her tone a little high and whiny. “You look– goodness, you look irresistible. I wanted to jump you the second you walked through that door. I tried so hard to do the roleplay because I was the one who wanted to do it, but I couldn’t concentrate at all. Not with you looking like— like one of my fucking wet dreama come to life.”
Bucky blinked, the worry and concern completely melting away under the warmth of her words.
“So,” he brought a hand up to pull her glasses off, which she let him do, “I didn’t do anything wrong, you’re just too turned on?”
“Basically.”
A laugh escaped the older man, hearty, rich, and deep. He couldn’t help it. “Seriously, hun?” Bucky laughed, taking her face in his hands, after setting her glasses to the side, and squishing her cheeks. The woman whined, pouting. “Tis’ not funny,” she huffed while narrowing her eyes in an attempt to be threatening. It didn’t work because Bucky found it adorable.
And here, a small part of him was thinking she was faking her reactions.
“So, what now?” he asked with a grin, his thumbs stroking her squished cheeks. Odessa slid her hands down from his hips and settled them on his thighs, squeezing gently.
“Well…there are other ways we can have fun.” The woman purred, her eyes gleaming and a smirk on her lips.
Before he could ask what she meant, Odessa was getting down on her knees in front of him, her face between his thighs. She guided his legs on her shoulders, caressed his legs as she stared up at him, all starry-eyed.
Bucky, looking down at her, felt his breath hitch, and his chest tighten. “I’m pretty sure the roles are supposed to be reversed.” He murmurs with a breathless little chuckle, fingers gripping the desk’s edge.
Odessa only shrugged in response before she placed a kiss right above his knee. “You’re so pretty…” she mumbled, kissing a little higher, “so, so, very pretty, baby.” Another kiss, this one low on the thigh. “Look at you, how’d I get so lucky?” she questioned in a hum, kissing higher.
Her hands smoothed up the backs of his calves, her touch reverent. She slid her hands beneath the skirt and found the fabric of his panties, her fingers hooking under the band.
“You wore ’em?” Odessa smiled against his thigh while her fingers slid across the band. “Thought you wouldn’t.” Bucky could only nod, voice dying in his throat.
Usually, he’s the one between her legs, stealing her breath away, telling her how pretty she is. He’s usually the one in control. Never the other way around. And yet here he is, spread open for her while she treated him like something precious, something to be marveled at. Looked at him like he hung the moon and made the stars.
The vulnerability should have been terrifying, or at the very least unsettling, but instead it felt like he was floating. His mind had dissolved into a warm, humming static, entirely focused on her loving gaze and the heat of her mouth.
A soft, helpless sound escaped him when her lips found the gap of skin between the skirt and stocking. Gripping the desk so hard his knuckles turned white, and the wood began to split, Bucky watched with rapid attention as she bit down on the skin, not too hard but hard enough to leave a mark. Afterwards, while maintaining eye contact, she slowly licked over the mark, smirking.
“Goodness, Odessa,” Bucky said, breathless. “Is this how it usually feels for you when I do it?” he chuckled, bringing his metal hand up to comb through his hair.
Against his thigh, Odessa snorted and grinned. “Yeah, pretty much. Feels good?” She asked while leaning her cheek against his thigh, brow raised.
Instead of answering, Bucky looked down at the tent in his skirt, then back at his fiancée, his expression saying: “Does this answer your question?” She snorted again, then said, “Can I?” while unhooking his legs from her shoulders and putting her hands at the hem of the skirt.
He shrugged. “Go ahead, hun.”
Odessa didn’t need more permission than that. She gestured for him to lie back, and he did, then moved her hands to the skirt, hooking her thumbs under the hem. She slowly pushed it up till it revealed the black lace panties beneath.
The sight stole the breath from her lungs. The delicate lace was strained taut over his erection, the fabric damp and darkened further by a small, slick patch at the tip. She let out a shuddering breath as arousal, sharp and hot, seared through her.
“Don’t think I can tell you enough just how pretty you are.”
Bucky put his hands over his face, the cool metal of his left hand a nice contrast against his hot skin. “Odessa…” her name came out as more of a whine than he intended it to.
He hadn’t realized just how hard he was till now because he was so focused on her. Now that it’s been brought to his attention, it hurts. It hurts so damn bad. A low, shaky groan slipped from his lips.
The woman leaned in, her breath ghosting over the heated lace, and Bucky’s hips gave an involuntary, tiny jerk. A ragged “Fuck, hun...please, do something, anything…” hissed out of him.
Odessa didn’t take him out right away, instead she nuzzled the length of him through the lace, her nose tracing his shaft.
She pressed open-mouth kisses against the wet fabric, the heat of her mouth burning through to his skin. When she dragged the flat of her tongue in a long, wet stripe from base to tip, Bucky let out a choked moan. His toes curled, his breath caught, and his muscles tensed.
“Odessa— Odessa, please,” Bucky gasped, voice low and trembling.
“Shh,” The ravenette murmured, her breath hot against him. “Let me take care of you, Jamie.” Her fingers finally hooked into the sides of the lace.
Carefully, she peeled the soaked fabric down his legs, freeing him.
His cock sprang free, fully erect, thick and flushed. A bead of precum welled at the slit. Odessa didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward and licked it away with a slow swipe of her tongue. Bucky whimpered at the feeling, fighting hard to keep still.
Then she took him into her mouth. It wasn’t all at once. The woman started with just the head and swirled her tongue around the sensitive crown. Bucky let out a choked moan, metal hand finding the desk’s edge, and fleshed one finding her hair. It took a lot not to push her head down and make her take him whole till she choked and gagged. Especially when her hands came down firmly on his thighs to keep him in place.
She worked him slowly, without going down further, until his thighs trembled and his breath came in ragged pants.
“Hun, hun, please, please— no more teasing, please,” he babbled, his fingers curling tighter in her locs, but not doing much more than that.
Only when he was writhing and begging with incoherent sounds did she take him deeper. She relaxed her throat and sank down, taking him inch by inch until she couldn’t, then wrapping her hand around what couldn’t fit.
She held him there for a long second, her eyes watering slightly, before pulling back with a slow, suctioning drag that made him see stars as a deep moan tore from him.
The younger established a rhythm then—deep, wet, and relentless. Her head bobbed while her hand worked the base of his cock in tandem with her mouth. She used her tongue expertly, pressing and fluttering on every upstroke. The sounds were obscene: the slick, wet noises of her mouth on him, his own moans and groans, the creak of the desk under his weight as he tried to arch deeper into her.
“Right there– oh goodness, right there,” Bucky choked out, his hand in her hair, giving a gentle nudge forward. “Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop.”
Odessa hummed around him, and the vibration shot straight to his core.
He felt so overwhelmingly at her mercy. It was getting harder and harder to form a coherent thought past wanting to cum. Whatever thought could form was questioning why this felt so intense. Every nerve felt like it was on fire and like his body was burning from the inside out.
This isn’t their first time having sex, not even the first time she’s blown him, and yet he didn’t know what to do with himself other than beg and whine. It’s a little embarrassing how vocal he’s being (not that he could focus too much on that).
The pleasure built, a white-hot coil winding tighter and tighter in his gut until it was unbearable.
“Odessa, hun, I’m gunna—” he tried to warn, but his voice fractured into a strained, breathless moan, eyes shooting open, as his climax seized him. A ragged, guttural cry ripped from his throat as his body bowed off the desk.
His left leg, muscles flexing, hooked over her shoulder and pulled her in as his hips jerked forward. At the same time, his metal hand clenched so tight that the solid wood beneath splintered under the force with a sharp crack.
Bucky spilled deep into her throat with a sharp, shuddering groan, his entire world narrowing to a point on the ceiling. His vision blurred, and in that moment, he could see nothing but felt everything.
Odessa took him through it, swallowing around him as he pulsed. Then it ebbed, and he went limp, his leg sliding off her shoulder. She gently pulled back, licking her lips, then wiping her mouth.
The older’s flesh hand fell from her hair while the metal one let go of the desk, or at least what was left in his hand. He laid there, panting and staring up at the ceiling as the world slowly swam back into focus. His first thought? What the fuck.
Odessa stood up on numb legs, wobbling a bit, with a proud grin on her face as she leaned over the man, her hands on either side of his body. The brunet looked at her, blue eyes dazed and glossy.
“Can I take a picture? You look so beautiful like this.” Was the first thing out of her mouth. Usually, Bucky would say no, but goodness, after how she made him feel, how could he? So he gave a lazy nod before tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes in an attempt to collect himself.
Goodness, did he feel boneless. This had to be some sort of witchcraft, right?
The ravenette grabbed her phone out of one of the desk drawers and opened the camera app. She took two steps back so she could get a good angle. Before taking the picture, she took a moment to admire the view, and wow, what a view it was.
Bucky laid out on the desk, splayed out like a meal she needs to take another bite out of. The shirt was rumpled, skirt pushed around his waist, cock half-hard, legs spread wide, panties hanging off one foot, and red stockings still in place. One of his arms was above his head, and the other sat at his side. His face was turned away, eyes closed, and expression relaxed.
Odessa had never felt prouder of herself. “I’m gonna put this in a special folder named Fucked Out Husband,” she said while snapping a few pictures, making sure to get the best angles. When she was done, she sat her phone on the chair and slid back between his legs, her hands caressing his thighs.
“How are you feeling, baby?” The woman asked quietly, both her tone and expression serious. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her. “Good. Really good.” Bucky answered with a lazy smile, reaching his right hand up to slide behind her neck so he could pull her down into a kiss. A kiss, his fiancée gladly reciprocated.
As they kissed, Bucky slowly sat up. Odessa broke the kiss first by leaning back so she could get a good look at his face. Both of her hands push back the hair in his face, tucking it behind his ears.
Then she looked down between them and caught sight of the chunk of wood missing from the desk that definitely wasn’t there before. “Oh my goodness, you broke the desk.” She pointed out with a wheeze, throwing her head back.
The brunet cringed, a heated flush of embarrassment rushing up his neck and to his face. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’ll get you a new one.” he groaned, leaning forward to hide his face in the crook of her neck.
“Oh my- don’t be, baby girl.” She laughed, hand in his hair. “That’s so hot. Can’t believe little ol’ me got you to lose control like that. And with only just my mouth!” another wheeze left her.
Bucky groaned (whined) into her neck. She’s never going to let him live this down. Ever.
He lifted his head from the shelter of her neck, embarrassment warm on his cheek. “Putting that aside,” he cupped her face with his right hand, thumb caressing her cheek. “I was ready to hate every second of this. The whole thing, especially the dressing-up part.” The older admitted, voice soft and sincere.
Odessa’s playful grin softened into something more tender and attentive. “Yeah?” Bucky nodded before leaning in to brush a gentle kiss against her lips. “But I didn’t.” he hummed, “I enjoyed myself more than I thought I would.” he leaned back just enough to meet her gaze, his blue eyes staring into her brown ones.
A slow, beautiful smile spread across the ravenette’s face. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. That’s all I wanted.” Odessa whispered, tone loving, as her hands came up to frame his jaw.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bucky.” Odessa said before kissing him.
Bucky smiled against her lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Odessa.”
#2 Author’s Note: sorry if this feels rushed, it is. I was determined to get this done TT. Also if there was supposed to be more smut but with what I had planned it would have been over 10k and I didn't wanna write allat. Sksk still, I hope you enjoyed!
✧ৎ Summary ꒱ꪆৎ: Bucky and Odessa try a little roleplay in the bedroom.
Author’s Note ･ﾟ✧: this is a little sneak peek of the oneshot I was supposed to post on Valentine's but became far longer than intended....oops? I honestly don't even know what happened, this is supposed to be a cute little dabble but yk, nth ever goes as planned TT. (not showing tags so it stays a little surprise wink-wink) Happy late Valentine's Day!
Lying in bed, eyes closed and breathing even, Bucky felt Odessa idly trace patterns on his chest.
“How about… you’re a pirate, and I’m the poor, sweet princess you took hostage?”
A snort left him. “No, hon,” he hummed without opening his eyes, his fingers combing through her hair. He felt her huff and frown, muttering something under her breath about him being no fun. It made his smile grow.
“You’re turning down all my good ideas,” the woman whined, scrunching her nose and frowning.
Two weeks ago, Odessa brought up the possibility of roleplaying to spice up their bedroom life a little. Having always sorta wanted to try it out, Bucky half-heartedly agreed but said she’d have to come up with an idea since he couldn’t care either way (huge mistake). Odessa was more than happy to come up with an idea. Ideas.
Many, many, many odd ideas. She said she got many of her ideas from this “BookTok” thing he refused to ask more about, past “Is that a cult? Sounds like a cult.”
Most of her ideas revolved around her being some sweet, innocent thing while he was the big bad who ruined that innocence of hers. Tasteless, in Bucky’s opinion, but he digressed.
✧･ﾟ Summary ꒱ꪆৎ : A princess and her knight share a quick kiss, or two, when no one’s around.
Pairing꒱ꪆৎ. Bucky Barnes x Odessa Monroe
Tags / Rating꒱ꪆৎ. 18+/ - fluff ✧ established relationship ✧ blk!oc ✧ lovey dovey couple ✧ princess!knight ✧ mdni ✧ character!oc ✧ royal fantasy au ✧ light bantering ✧ both are stupidly in love ✧ secret relationship ✧ forbidden love ✧
Content Warnings꒱ꪆৎ. none ✧
ꪆৎ Timeline / AU ･ﾟ✧. royal fantasy au ✧ no definite timeline ✧
ꪆৎ Word Count ･ﾟ✧. 1194
Author’s Note꒱ꪆৎ: MDNI, you’ll be blocked. This is just a cute little oneshot I thought of and desperately needed to bring into existence. I’m thinking of writing another oneshot but with the roles reversed yk? Woman knight x broody, quiet prince UGH- I’m a slave to my own desires I fear smh. (Odessa's general look is based on the woman in the banner.)
The marble floors were cool beneath Odessa’s bare feet, a pleasant and welcome contrast to the stifling velvet of her chambers.
Morning sun, honey-thick and seeping through the climbing jasmine, painted both her and the palace walls in brilliant warmth as she twirled and galloped, the skirt of her gown hitched up in her hands.
She’s meant to be in her chambers getting ready for the day’s endless audiences, laced in something proper and hair woven with pearls, jewels, and lace. But she slipped out just before the maids arrived.
Behind her, a steady, metallic clink-clank, clink-clank followed in her wake.
“Your Highness,” a gentle voice called, muffled by steel. “The Queen will have my head if she finds out I let you roam the walls barefoot and indecent.”
Odessa glanced over her shoulder at the knight accompanying her, a smile blooming across her face.
Following close behind was Sir James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky to her. A tower of dull silver with a blood-red surcoat, his visor down and expression hidden. However, she didn’t need to see his face to know the look he wore, the fondness and the soft smile. Or smirk since he “doesn’t smile.”
“I’d like to see her try,” Odessa said, her voice as light as the breeze that teased the jasmine. “I’d throw the grandest royal tantrum ever witnessed in history. They’d stop calling me the Beauty of Brooklyn and start calling me its Mad Princess.” Her easy smile turned into a playful grin.
“A title you’ll earn regardless if anyone were to see you right now,” Bucky remarked, the dryness of his tone betrayed by the tilt of his head she knew so well.
Odessa ignored his remark and instead declared, “It’s been so long since someone’s breathed a bit of life into these cold stone walls. The palace must have forgotten what it’s like to be alive.” She spun on her toes, dress flaring. “It needs to remember what that feels like. To be alive.”
Bucky hummed behind his helm. While her words were pretty and poetic, he saw them for what they were, and what they were was her saying I don’t want to tend to any of my royal duties.
The clink-clank grew closer as she shortened the distance between them. “It remembers just fine, Your Highness. It is your maidenly decorum that’s been forgotten. It’s time to go back, please,” he scolded gently, but there was no true force behind it, and they both knew it.
There was nothing Bucky loved more than her smile, even if it was earned by letting her dash about like a common urchin.
Odessa stopped by a pillar to catch her breath, the sun’s light warm on her face and making her glow. She turned to him and pouted when she saw him standing a respectful few paces away. An ideal statue of dutiful guardianship. Yet, the way his gauntleted hand rested on the pommel of his sword, loose and thumb brushing the cross-guard, told her that he was enjoying himself just as she was.
The sight sparked a bright, irresistible impulse which made her dart forward.
“Your Highness–” Bucky warned, taking a startled step back.
But she had already closed the distance before he could get too far. Careful hands found the familiar curves of his helm and pulled it from over his head with care; and a little grunt of effort.
The face revealed was not stoic or indifferent, but caught in a moment of pure, unguarded surprise. A face younger than armor suggested, warm storm-gray eyes that held a universe of weary affection, and a mouth that was trying its hardest to keep its frown of displeasure in place. His long brown hair, damp with sweat, was plastered to his forehead and flushed cheeks.
“There you are,” Odessa whispered, her smile softening. She shifted the helm under one arm, then raised her other hand to wipe the sweat from his temples and cheeks.
“This is unwise,” Bucky murmured, voice clearer, while leaning into her touch. His eyes scanned their surroundings for observers before settling on her.
His eyes traced the softness of her features. Umber-brown doe eyes, long lashes, flushed red cheeks, and full lips curved upwards into a dimpled smile. All framed by long, dark, raven curls.
Odessa tilted her head, “But I missed your face,” she said sweetly, caressing his cheek with her thumb.
Bucky’s stern expression crumbled completely, replaced by a look of such profound tenderness that it made the princess’s heart skip a few beats.
Heart racing, Odessa rose to her toes, closing the small distance between them, and pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss. It was a fleeting thing, gone as soon as it came, but it stole Bucky’s breath regardless. As she sank back onto her heels, a giggle slipped out when she saw the vivid red staining the tops of his ears.
Blinking the shock away, Bucky furrowed his brows. “Your Highness–” he started, then cut himself off when Odessa narrowed her eyes at him. A sigh escaped him, the sound full of helpless affection, then corrected himself and said quietly, “Odessa, if anyone saw…”
“Who would believe it?” she countered as she took a step back. “Who would believe that a princess, a renowned beauty no less, would fancy a knight with such a tragically hideous mug?” she hummed, grinning and raising both brows.
“Funny,” Bucky hummed, gently taking the helm from her, “I seem to recall a certain beauty declaring she’d never seen a man more captivating in all her life than when she saw this mug.” The playful glint in his eyes belied his stern tone.
Odessa snorted, “I recall no such thing,” she said before rising to her toes again to give her knight another kiss, this one lasting longer than before. Sweeter too.
Bucky let out a quiet breath as she leaned away, her hands resting on his breastplate. “You are going to be the death of me,” he whispered, his gaze holding hers, full of love and tenderness. The ravenette shook her head, “Not death, but life,” she corrected with a grin from ear to ear.
Before he could respond, the sound of distant footsteps echoed from the far end of the hall. Bucky was immediately three paces back, his softness vanishing, with his usual look of stoic indifference back in place. He lifted his helm and secured it once more over his head, hiding the sweet man underneath.
“Your chambers, Your Highness,” he said, voice muffled and tone stern. “Now, before someone sees you like this.”
Odessa sighed and nodded in defeat. She turned and began the walk back the way she came, the joy in her steps gone. Behind her, the steady, reliable clink-clank of Bucky’s armor followed.
As she walked, she found herself wishing the morning away and aching for the swift fall of evening. Because it is only then, under the moon’s light, could she lay in her knight’s arms and simply exist, unburdened by the title of princess.
And behind her, with his steps echoing hers, Bucky found himself wishing for the very same.
✧･ﾟ Summary ꒱ꪆৎ : Bob likes when his girlfriend picks him up and pins him against the wall.
･ﾟ: Pairing ꒱ꪆৎ. Robert (Bob) Reynolds x Valarie (Val) Brown (Original Character)
･ﾟ: Tags / Rating ꒱ꪆৎ. 18+/ - interracial couple ✧ blk!oc ✧ male!female ✧ heated makeout session ✧ sorta subby!bob ✧ pet names ✧ fluff (?) ✧ MDNI ✧teasing ✧ mentions of sex ✧ mature language ✧ mischaracterization ✧ character!oc ✧ mature content ✧ poorly written ✧ no real plot ✧ implied sex ✧ mentions of masturbation ✧ mentions of panty sniffing ✧ breeding kink if you squint ✧ author doesn't know what they're doing ✧
･ﾟ: Content Warnings꒱ꪆৎ. Mature content ✧ heated make out session ✧
✧･ﾟ: Timeline / AU ꒱ꪆৎ. Takes place somewhere in the three months after the movie’s main events.
✧･ﾟ: Word Count ꒱ꪆৎ. 1243
✧･ﾟ: Author’s Note ꒱ꪆৎ : MDNI, you’ll be blocked. first post! I'm both so nervous and excited sksks. The inspo for this is the scene where John slams Bob into the wall. Unashamed to say that was hot asf and when is it my turn to push Bob against a wall???? barely beta'd bc author is lazy asf. (ps: this can be read as x blk fem reader since only thing described is hair texture, color, and eyes.)
Bob couldn’t control the way his body melted in her hands the moment she kissed him.
He couldn’t control the groan that slipped out when her hands started roaming his chest. Couldn’t control the insistent, aching throb of his cock straining against his boxers. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he fell apart under her touch. Key word: almost.
Bob’s hands fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, fingers clumsy with desperate eagerness. He swore against her lips, a soft, frustrated sound, before giving up, pulling hard and sending buttons scattering across the hardwood floor.
Val pulled back with a little gasp, then a laugh bubbled out of her—a warm, rich sound he’d missed so, so badly. “That was a gift, baby.” she said, grinning up at him, dimples poking her round cheeks.
“I’ll buy you another one,” Bob muttered, voice low and rough, while brushing his fingertips over the lace of her bra. His eyes were hooded, pupils blown wide, and fixated on her face.
She just shook her head, still smiling, and slid a hand behind his neck to pull him back into a kiss. Bob’s hands moved into her hair, fingers tangling carefully in the thick, soft cords of her auburn locs.
He could smell her shampoo, her perfume, just her in general; a scent that had faded from the sheets and pillows over the long weeks. It made him groan, fingers tightening in her hair.
She patted his hips twice, a simple signal he knew so well. Bob lifted his legs obediently and her hands slid behind his thighs, her grip firm. In one smooth, effortless motion, she had him up against the nearest wall, his legs locked around her waist and pulling her in close.
The kiss turned messy, all tongue, teeth, and shared breaths. Bob broke away, breathless, and Val immediately latched onto his jaw. She dotted kisses along the line of it and down the column of his throat, sucking lightly at his skin. Squeezing his eyes shut, Bob let his head fall back against the wall with a soft thud, moan after moan escaping him.
Fuck, how he’d missed this. Missed her.
Val had been gone for three weeks, back to Texas to help her mom after a nasty fall. The first few days were okay. They’d text constantly and call every night. But as the days stretched, the calls got shorter and the texts less frequent.
Her mom was a handful, Val’s words, not his, she explained one night, tired and apologetic. Bob understood, really, he did.
But he missed her horribly. Missed her voice, her silly jokes, the way she hummed off-key while cleaning, and sleeping at night with her body completely on top of his.
Most of all, he missed her touch.
Some nights, the loneliness had been an unbearable physical pain. Nights like those, curled in bed, her panties to his nose and cock in his hand, always ended with him still feeling desperate and frustrated.
Because, in the end, it wasn’t her.
It wasn’t the heat from her body pressed against his, wasn’t her hands on his thighs, wasn’t her breath on his neck, or her lips hot on his skin. And it wasn’t those warm, brown, round eyes of hers, staring at him like he was the only thing she’d ever need and want.
Oh, how she made him feel so wanted.
His erection pressed against her pelvis, hard and insistent. Bob brought his forehead to her shoulder and groaned out a low, “Fuck…” He was so hard it fucking hurt.
Val gripped his thighs tighter, pressing him harder into the wall. “Guess someone’s really missed me, huh?” she murmured against his skin, her voice teasing and playful, before she bit down on the curve of his neck, leaving a mark.
Bob just nodded, words caught in his throat. Val eased up and kissed her way back to his mouth. He met her kiss with a desperate fervor, his hips rocking forward in search of some form of relief.
Val broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to catch her breath and see his face as he lifted his head up. As her gaze swept over his face, the redhead felt heat curling low in her stomach.
Bob was a wreck. Cheeks red, lips wet, puffy, and parted as he tried to get his breathing under control. His eyes, those pretty eyes, were heavy-lidded, glazed, and fixated on her mouth. When he looked up at her, his pupils were swallowing the pretty blue of his irises whole.
Val loved it. She’d spent three weeks missing him, his smiles, his dry humor, jittery antics, and this. The way he came apart for her and only her. The feverish red on his skin, the breathy moans, messy hair, and the pleading look in those pretty blue eyes of his.
“Val…” Bob’s voice was a raw, need-filled rasp. “Val, honey, please.”
A slow smile spread across her lips. “To the bedroom?” Val asked, her tone light, with a raised brow.
Bob nodded, already leaning in for another kiss. He let out a whine, small and pathetic, when his girlfriend leaned back out of reach, giggling.
“You’re so needy,” she teased while slowly lowering her boyfriend until his feet touched the ground.
The second he was grounded, Bob moved. He scooped her up, tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and made a beeline for their shared bedroom. While walking, Bob pulled both Val’s skirt and panties down and off in one move, then tossed them to the ground.
Val let out a surprised laugh that turned into a snort, then a squeal as Bob adjusted his grip. “Goodness, Bob!” the redhead gasped, body shaking with laughter, “You’re so impatient!”
“Gonna put a baby in you,” Bob muttered, mostly to himself, in a voice thick with intent as he turned the corner into their bedroom.
“What’d you sa—AH!”
Bob tossed her onto the bed, and she landed with a bounce, her red locks fanning out across the gray duvet. Before she could even catch her breath, Bob was crawling onto the bed, pulling his shirt off, and unbuttoning his jeans. He settled between her thighs, the rough fabric of his jeans scratchy against her bare thighs and sex. Bob laced his fingers with hers and then pinned her hands above her head.
“I said,” he paused to roll his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that made them both gasp, “I’m gonna put a baby in you.” His voice was a low rasp filled with the need and want built up over the last few weeks.
Surprised, Val stared up at him through her lashes with wide eyes. Bob had never said anything like that before, not even jokingly. The crazy part is, seeing the desperation in his eyes, Val was almost positive that he meant it. And honestly? The thought didn’t scare her. If anything, it made a shiver of arousal run down her spine.
Bob smiled, a small, tender thing, and dipped his head to kiss her lips. This kiss was far less sloppy than the previous. It was softer, gentler, deeper, and Val melted into it, moaning softly and fingers squeezing his.
As he kissed her and settled his body over hers with a familiarity she’d missed while in Texas, a single, clear thought floated through Val’s blissfully hazy mind.
