Summary: After months of friendship and mutual pining, you and Bob have official started dating. His fears of hurting you have kept you from being intimate, but on your fourth date, you decide to finally give it a try.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: MINORS DNI!! NSFW 18+! (fluffy sex, handjob, fingering, p in v sex, whimpering man, sweet dirty talk?), mentions of mental health problems and insecurities, best friends in love, barely edited oops
A/N: This is a short and sweet fic compared to the last two I've written, but it felt right for my guy, Bob. He just means a lot to me. It's my first time writing for him okayyyy
For the first time in a long time, things wereâŚgood. Really good. After the rough life youâve had and your career as a mercenary for Valetina Allegra De Fontaine, you didnât think there was anything more to life than just surviving and being used for your powers as some weapon. That changed when Ms. De Fontaine tried to wipe you off the face of the Earth. Weird, how something positive could come out of a shitty situation, but in the end, it did. You and the rest of the âNew Avengersâ (Thunderbolts) came together as a selfish means of survival, only to become some fucked up iteration of the original, god-like Avengers. It was still a lot for you to process, but by some miracle, you managed to form a family out of all of this, including Bob Reynolds.Â
Bob was special to you. He stuck out like a sore thumb when you first met him, but it took little to no time for him to find a place in your heart. He was awkward, kind, and funny, but you also understood each other on a deeper level, especially after what happened with Sentry and the Void. By all means, you shouldâve been terrified by his darkness and sheer strength, but you never were, even when he thought you should be. You swore to be his best friend, and he swore to be yours, and youâve both kept that promise ever since.
Now, your new group of misfits has inherited the old Avengers tower, and youâve been on a few missions since. You all grew a little closer, particularly you and Bob, which was apparently a topic of conversation among the others. And after agonizing months of mutual pining, they practically had to hit you over the head with a hammer to make you realize you and Bob were in love with each other. It was Yelena who had to coach Bob into asking you out, and after a very adorable conversation, the two of you crossed that line together.Â
Tonight was your fourth date, and you were having a movie night at your apartment, which you had been looking forward to after this last agonizing mission. You ordered some pizza and had some drinks ready to go when you heard a knock at the door. With a giddy smile, you went to answer it and saw your very adorable boyfriend on the other side, holding a paper bag. His face lit up with a huge smile at the sight of you.Â
âHi,â he sighed.
âHey.â
âI come bearing snacks.â
âAmazing.â
You leaned in to kiss him softly before pulling him in by the hand and shutting the door. Bob set the bag down on the counter and laid out everything inside.
âOh, I also brought you your favorite candy, in case you wanted some,â he said, raising a bag of the candy in question.
You took it out of his hand with an excited gasp, flashing a smile. âThatâs sweet of you. Thank you, Bobby.â
âAnything to make you happy,â he said sheepishly.
Bob gave you a sweet, nervous look, your heart swelling. Ever since you started officially dating, heâs been nervous all over again, as if you havenât been best friends for a long time now. You were guilty of that, too. He made your heart flutter and flustered you more than the normal amount, which was embarrassing sometimes. How one man could negate your entire reputation was mind-boggling.Â
âYou always make me happy, Bob,â you replied, kissing him on the cheek.
He blushed, making you giggle.
âCome on, pizzaâs getting cold.â
The two of you served yourselves some food and ate on the couch in front of the TV. And you and Bob took your movies seriously. Unless it was boring, there was no real funny business, and both of you indulged in food, snacks, and drinks while making commentary. It was like this even before things turned romantic, and one of the great foundational elements of your relationship. The other members of your team might not believe it half of the time, but no one made you laugh quite like Bob did, and the conversation always flowed comfortably. You think it had something to do with how your brains worked at the same speed and how you both liked rambling about random things at any given time. Dark humor was not something you shied away from, but silences didnât have to be awkward. Things werenât dark and weary with Bob, which was a wonderful change for you both.
Even once the movie was over, the two of you continued talking, first bout the movie and then other things, facing each other fully while the credits rolled. You exchanged soft touches, your hands intertwining in a way that was becoming increasingly natural. Eventually, the two of you went quiet as you both took each other in affectionately. You both giggled, suddenly hyperaware of these feelings and how giddy you were. Then, as if unable to hold back, Bob reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Your eyes fluttered from the soft touch, and then suddenly you were both leaning towards each other as if gravity were pulling you in. His lips found yours, and he kissed you with a gentleness that made you melt.Â
You pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss until all conversation was forgotten and the only important things in the room were each other. Without disconnecting, you slowly lowered back against the couch, bringing him with you by the sweater, so you were pinned beneath him. You held his face between your hands and threaded your fingers through his curls as he moved his soft lips against yours. You made out for God knows how long, but kissing you was one of the few things he did not hesitate about.
The sounds of his sighs, the feeling of his lips, and the weight of him against you slowly filled you with a warm desire like a hearth living in you. It was something that had been building over these last few weeks, maybe even months, but you held back because, for once, you wanted to take it slow. Even if you did want to see him entirely and connect with him on that intimate level.Â
You knew how scared Bob was over the prospect of hurting you, even before all of this. He was scared of himself and the polarizing entities that were Sentry and Void, but you always reassured him that he - Robert Reynolds - could never hurt you. Still, you were patient, just like he was patient with you when you were dealing with your own mental health issues. Itâs because of that that - despite what everyone assumed - neither of you crossed that bridge yet. Well, Yelena knew, mostly because sex didnât appeal to her as much as it did to everyone else, which gave her a better, less judgmental understanding of the situation. However, âyetâ was the keyword here.
Bobâs mouth slowly traveled down to your neck, making you sigh, âYes.â
With one hand still clinging to him, you carefully trailed the other one down his torso to his jeans. You ran your fingers along the waistband, teasing his skin there. Bob instantly released a shuddering exhale that pleased you very much. When he didnât protest, you slowly and gingerly unbuttoned his pants. Only then did he look up sharply, his face tinted pink as he eyed you curiously.
âY/NâŚwhat are youâŚ?â
âLet me take care of you,â you whispered.
You reached into his underwear and gently wrapped your hand around his dick. As soon as you touched him, his eyes fluttered, going half-lidded. Keeping your attention locked on him, you stroked his length, soft and velvety in your hand. Bob whimpered, the sound turning into a strangled moan.
âOh, fuck.â
You felt him harden and grow as you continued to pump him, spreading his pre-cum. Not only were you eager to make him feel good, but you also wanted him to keep making those wonderful sounds that were new to you. It added to your own growing arousal.
âDoes that feel good, Bobby?â you asked.
He nodded vigorously, staring into your eyes. âYes. God, yes, Y/N.â
Bob rested his forehead against yours, whimpering and panting as he was now a complete wreck beneath your touch.
He inhaled sharply. âY/N, I think Iâm gonnaâŚIâm gonnaâŚfuck!â
He groaned lowly, thrusting into your hand as he came hard. You continued to stroke him through it as his cum covered your palm, until eventually coming to a blissful stop. Bob breathed heavily above you, still bracing himself. He swallowed thickly, taking you in with a devotion that made your chest tighten. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he glanced down between you.
âShit, I made a mess. Iâm sorry.â
You giggled. âItâs okay. I kind of expected that to happen.â
Even then, he ran into the kitchen to grab a washcloth and used it to clean your hand, because of course he did. When he tried zipping his pants back up, you put your hand on your wrist to stop him. Now it was your turn to be nervous.
âBobby, can IâŚcan weâŚâ
He eyed you strangely with a furrowed brow, but then you watched his eyes widen, and his face and chest get red again as the understanding hit him.
âAre youâŚAre you sure?â
âYeah, Iâm sure. Iâve been sure for a while.â
He nodded, processing this before meeting your eyes warily. âI justâŚI donât want to hurt you, Y/N.â
You pushed a piece of his hair away from his forehead and cupped his face.
âI know youâre scared, but you wonât hurt me. I know you wonât.â
âHow do you know that?â
âBecause you love me and I love you,â you replied, taking his hands. âAnd we donât have to do anything crazy. We can justâŚtake it slow. If you want. If not, then thatâs fine.â
Bob blinked a few times as he regarded you thoughtfully. Your heart was beating so fast the whole time, and you werenât entirely sure why. This was Bob, but this was also something that felt awfully monumental, all things considered.
âOkay,â he answered with a nod.
Despite yourself, you inhaled sharply in surprise. âOkay.â
âHere, orâŚ?â
âMy room,â you replied breathlessly.
Youâve had sex plenty of times before, but this was different. There was something in the air between you, not quite an oppressive tension but an excitable one. You both treated each other with such tenderness that the removal of each article of clothing was done with care, kisses, and lop-sided smiles. It still shocked you just how shredded he was beneath his t-shirts and sweaters; it was hard not to touch him. And while he was tentative to touch you at first, all he needed was one word of permission, and he was all over you, tracing his hands across your skin with enthusiasm.
When you were lying on the bed, he stroked you between your thighs, tracing shapes around your clit and folds. You moaned, holding onto his bicep. He carefully curled one finger into you and then another, watching you with the same enamored expression you did him earlier.
âWow,â he whispered. âYouâre so pretty.â
He kissed you all while making you cum with even strokes, and then you were guiding him to sit between your legs so you could finally feel him. He rolled on a condom before slowly lowering down to cage you in beneath his body. His blue eyes danced between yours, his knuckles brushing against your cheek.
âYouâre sure, right?â
âIâm sure, Bobby. Please.â
Bob grabbed his dick and aligned himself with your entrance before slowly and carefully thrusting into you. He dropped his head against your shoulder with a pleasurable groan as he stretched you, and you whimpered in reply, clutching onto his shoulders. Every inch was pure bliss.
âOh my God,â you gasped.
âYou feel so good, Y/N,â Bob gasped.
His movements were languid and deep as he pressed you against the mattress. He was taking it slow, just like you both said you would, but it didnât take away from how utterly euphoric he made you feel. It was because he was taking his time with you were turned on. No one has ever treated you with such care, not like this, and those whimpers and moans were even better now that he was inside you. Yet despite how tender he always was, there was a darkness in his eyes that wasnât there before. It deepened the pools of his eyes the more he let go and let himself submit to you and his desire. And the more his eyes darkened, the faster and harder he rutted into you. Ecstasy scattered across your skin in like chills.
He continued to drive his dick in and out of you until you were both coming apart at the seams. As you felt your orgasm climbing higher, Bob let out a long moan, his hips stuttering.
âOoooh fuuuuck, Y/N.â
Your back arched off the mattress as you both came at the same time, your nails digging into his shoulders.Â
In the aftermath, you let him put his weight on you as you continued to hold him affectionately with a smile on your face.
âGood job,â you told him sluggishly.
He nodded. âGood job.â
A giggle rumbled out of you, and you felt him shake as he laughed in your embrace.
âWe will definitely be doing that again,â he said against your collarbone.
âOh, 100%.â
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