Warnings: 18+ some smut, some anxiety mentioned, a lil angst. afab reader. only once proof read, sorry!
A/N: RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓽
You and Bob first met at a group therapy session. Yelena had forced suggested that Bob should give it a try, maybe if he heard other people's stories he’d know that he wasn’t alone. That he didn’t have to go through what he was going through inside alone.
You were also there, suggested by a friend as well, you had your own traumas that you wanted to solve and this was just one of the more available options given to you.
Everyone was already in a small circle, chatting softly with each other waiting for the host to begin the session. Bob had scurried in with his head down and sat at the only available seat, which so happened to be next to you.
“Ok class! Today we’re going to do a one on one with the person next to you. It’s called stoplight, name three things that you enjoy, three things that make you nervous or anxious and three things you don’t like. You may begin!” The host had called from the middle of the circle.
The room immediately broke into conversation, you turned to look at Bob and introduced yourself.
He nodded his head, fidgeting a little, a small blush on his face, “I’m Bob…”
You smile, holding out your hand for him to shake, “Nice to meet you Bob. Do you want to go first or should I?”
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮
Everytime you were near Bob, he’d get nervous, a stuttering mess. His cheeks and the tips of his ears would turn red.
Bob wasn’t necessarily a shy person, just awkward. But around you? Yeah, he was shy.
He told Yelena that it would only be a one time thing but it turned into two… four… eventually it hit eight sessions, once a week on Saturday mornings. Yelena had started getting suspicious.
So, without telling Bob, she decided to pick Bob up. Yelena deduced it as a friendly gesture.
And imagine Yelena’s shock when she had spotted Bob and you chatting away in a corner in your own little world. Yelena had the biggest smirk on her face. She had strutted over to them, introducing herself to you and inviting you to the tower for movie night.
And when you arrived, you were awestruck, completely taken back that this was previously the Avengers tower.
Bob had showed you around, telling you a lot of the tower was reconstructed, a lot of the original was gone.
When you got to the living room where the movie night was supposed to be, the whole team was there… but suited up. You looked at Bob confused and Bob had looked at Yelena with wide eyes, he knew what she was doing.
“So, so, sorry, a mission came in and we have to go, Valentina calls. Luckily enough, Bob isn’t needed! You stay, eat snacks, and watch a movie.” Yelena said as she clasped her hands together.
You furrow your eyebrows, taking a glance at a fidgeting Bob, “Are you sure, I don’t want to intrude or anything like that.”
“Completely sure! Gotta go, see ya.” Yelena chirped quickly, pushing the rest of the team out, most rolling their eyes.
“Bob! Come, speak with me before we depart.” Alexi yelled out, slinging his arm around Bob. He dragged him away from you as you settled yourself on the couch.
“We will be gone for three hours. That gives you time to woo her. I know how things like this goes, take these,” Alexi shoved a box in Bob’s hands, “Don’t do it on my recliner.” Alexi whispered the last part before turning and following where the rest of the team went.
Bob looks down at the box in his hands horrified, Alexi had bought him a box of condoms. Bob quickly hides it in a random cabinet near him. He clears his throat and makes his way back to you.
Bob settles himself on the couch next to you, he clears his throat, “So what would you like to watch?”
An hour or so later, you and Bob had moved closer to each other on the couch, blanket draped across both laps, popcorn bowl half empty, movie still playing.
Bob had glanced at you a few times throughout and decided to make a bold move. He cleared his throat and slowly draped his arm around your shoulders.
You looked at him with a bright smile and cuddled into his embrace making his heart flutter.
“So.. this was planned right? Is this a date?” You ask him after a few moments of silence.
Bob swallows, “If that's ok…”
You smiled even brighter, “Of course it’s ok!”
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼
Bob had actually planned your first kiss to be perfect. He wanted to take you on a nice date and eventually, in the end, give you a kiss. He had watched a romcom and thought it was perfect.
Only, what he had planned didn’t happen.
The whole team had gone on a mission and unfortunately for Bob it went horrible and on top of that, it seemingly took forever.
When he had arrived back at the tower, he was nervous, anxious and stressed. He was feeling a lot of things that he didn’t want to feel. Yelena had noticed and decided to call you to the tower, she knew the chances of him calming down were higher if you were there with him.
When you got the call, Yelena didn’t explain much, she only said they’d arrived back and Bob missed you, so come over. You had blushed when she had said that, you had gotten ready in a record time and made your way to the tower.
You greeted the team, all of them freshly showered and now relaxing. You made your way to Bob’s room giving it a knock and waited for a reply.
After a few short seconds, no reply came in, you decided to call out to him.
“Bob? It’s me… Yelena invited me over.” You say softly just loud enough for him to hear.
There was no reply, you were going to walk away, thinking maybe Bob was sleeping, when suddenly the door creaked open.
You pushed it forwards, glancing around as the lights blinked above you. You spotted Bob, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, head down, damp hair covering his eyes.
“Bob…?” You whisper softly making your way to him and sitting down.
“I hate doing this.” Bob said, his voice much deeper than usual.
“Doing what?” You question softly.
“Dealing with such horrible people. They remind me of him.”
You tilt your head, “Him?”
“My father. Why can’t I escape him?” Bob said roughly, he looks up at you finally and you gasp. His eyes were pitch black with only a pinpoint of golden in his eyes.
Recovering quickly, you grab his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, “It’s ok Bob. He’s gone, you’re here now, he can’t get you here.”
“He’s in my dreams too… I’ll never escape him.” Bob had lowered his head again.
You gently grab Bob’s chin to make him look at you, “He’s not here.” You state firmly.
Bob’s eyes start to flicker back to his normal ones, you could tell you were getting through to him.
“Say it, He’s. Not. Here.” You repeat softly.
“He’s… he’s not here.” Bob mumbles the color coming back to his eyes.
You smile brightly and on a whim, decide to lean forward and give him a soft peck on his lips.
Bob makes a string of noises, face becoming red, “N-no…” Bob groans, he runs a hand down his face.
“No?” You repeat, afraid that maybe you over stepped a boundary.
“I wanted to kiss you first. I had everything planned.” Bob explains, his fingers fiddling with yours as he avoided eye contact.
You laugh slightly, “Sorry I took that chance from you. At least now you can kiss me whenever you want.”
Bob looks up with a small smile and leans in to kiss you.
Bob was staying at your place for a couple of days. He needed a break from the constantly buzzing tower. You had offered, but warned him that you only had a tiny one bedroom apartment, smaller than the size of the tower's kitchen.
Bob didn’t mind, he had explained to you that this was nothing new to him. What was new to him was the huge tower.
You and Bob were currently asleep, cuddling up in your bed, thick fluffy blankets wrapped tightly around each other. The sun had just started peeking over the horizon, sun rays peaking through your black out curtains.
Bob was the first one to wake up, he hummed and started to stretch, his lower half accidentally brushing against your backside made him freeze.
Bob had morning wood and was hard as a rock. The simple brush against you almost made him explode then and there. He carefully tried to move away from you without waking you up, but in your sleep you could feel him move away so you moved back into him.
You were completely unaware that you settled yourself on top of his clothed erection.
Bob groaned lowly as you – still asleep, wiggled your hips against him, feeling a foreign sensation against you. “Fuck…” Bob murmured, screwing his eyes shut.
To make matters worse, you were pant less, you had on one of Bob’s T-Shirts on and a pair of small panties that left nothing to imagine.
Bob, failing to resist, gives an experimental grind against you, letting out another low groan. The action causes you to stir awake.
“Bob?” You mumble, glancing at him sleepily, seeing his face red, eye’s wide. “What’s wrong?”
“I–I-” Bob only stutters, he then shoots up in bed, trying to escape to the bathroom, hands covering his erection. You catch on quickly, grab on to Bob before he disappears.
“Bob, it's ok… I can… we can… if you want to.” You suggest.
“Are you sure?” Bob says meekly.
You smile softly and nod, taking his hand and pulling him back on the bed, you make sure he’s sitting against the headboard and straddle him. You lift your shirt a bit and plant yourself directly on his hard cock.
Bob freezes at the feeling, he looks up at you with wide eyes, his hands resting on your hips.
You give an experiment grind and giggle when Bob let’s out a tiny moan. You push his hair away from his forehead and lean in to kiss him.
Bob eagerly kisses you back, snaking his arms around you, pulling you closer, as you grind on him.
You moaned as Bob started to buck up into you, you could feel the dampness of your underwear and his boxers.
Bob pulls apart, and looks at you longingly, you smile down at him, “Can I try something?” Bob asks.
You tilted your head but gave a nod. Bob lays you down on your back, and spreads your legs on either side of him. He gently lifts your shirt up, eyes instantly locking on to your panties, taking note of the damp dark stain.
He licks his lips, eyes flickering up to you, pupils blown wide. He looked like a starving animal and it turned you on greatly. “Can I?” He asks huskily.
You felt a flutter in your chest and gave Bob a nod. He pulled down your panties and dove in. Face buried deep in your pussy, him licking and sucking like this was his first meal in forever.
You gasp as he expertly enters two fingers in you, simultaneously sucking and fucking you. “Bob, holy shit!” You moan out, locking your legs around his head.
“Mmm..” Was Bob’s reply. Him lost in the moment of eating you out. Bob had dreamed of this moment for months. You had always walked around in little shorts or wore sundresses on windy days and somehow when Bob was looking he'd always get a glimpse of your lacy underwear.
You bucked your hips and withered around from pleasure, Bob didn’t mind, he just followed your movement, his face never leaving your pussy.
You reached out and grabbed Bob’s hair, gripping it tightly as you tried to push his face even further deeper into your pussy “Bob, ‘M bout to cum…” You moaned out, eyes pinched as you could feel your climax sneaking up on you.
Bob responded by sucking your clit and thrusting his fingers at a faster pace. You let out a loud squeal, cumming all over Bob’s lower face. You tried to pull Bob back as he was begging to overstimulate you.
“Bob!” You groan out, trying to wiggle away from him. Finally Bob pulls away, face glistening with your cum, his eyes even darker with hunger. You stare at him as he licks his lips and sucks his two fingers. The gesture almost makes you cum from the sight alone.
You sit up, take off your shirt, making you completely naked, you begin to crawl your way to Bob, placing a teasing hand on his hard cock. You pull his boxers down, giving it a few strokes, you lower yourself to give him head but he stops you.
You look at him confused, slightly hurt from the rejection, “You don’t want me too…?”
Bob sees the hurt in your eyes and quickly speaks up, “No.. No, I want you too… but if you do, I won’t last to make love to you…” Bob mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
You let out a small oh, no longer feeling hurt. You smile at him before crawling back on top of him, the same position as earlier when you were dry humping him.
You pulled his boxers down completely, grinding a little on his now bare and leaking cock. Giving a few kisses to his neck.
“Condom?” Bob moans out, ready to be inside you, he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last.
You don’t reply instantly, “I’m clean, it’s been awhile… and I'm on the pill.” You say shyly.
Bob stares out at you in shock, you were allowing him to go in raw? This was the first time they’d be having sex and you were allowing him to go in raw?
Bob nodded eagerly, “I haven’t ever… so… i’m clean too.”
You smiled lovingly at him and gave him a kiss. You reached behind you, grabbing his awaiting cock, you rubbed it against your wet lips before pushing it inside you. Both you and Bob moan as his cock sinks into you, stretching you with a slight burn. Even with the preparation before it didn’t prepare you for Bob’s size.
“You ok?” Bob gasps out, squeezing his eyes at the pleasure he’s getting from your tightness.
You nod, finally adjusting to Bob’s size and begin to slowly start moving. Your movements make you and Bob moan.
You lean into Bob as you move up and down on his cock, the sound of skin slapping, both of your moans, bringing you even more pleasure. Bob leans his head down, attaching his lips to your nipple and sucking away.
You gasp, not realizing you would enjoy getting your breasts sucked so much. You continued to fuck yourself on Bob moaning as you do so.
Bob pulls away from your breast with a pop, lifting his lips to meet your thrust. Bob needed more, he needed to be in control.
He locks his arms around your waist, and with him still inside you, flips you on your back and begins to fuck in to you wildly. You gasp out and moan at the sudden position and pace change.
Bob holds you tightly in missionary position, face buried in your neck, heavy breaths, eyes squeezed closed in pleasure, mouth dropped open, letting out gasps.
“...Feel's so good..” Bob moaned out, his thrust sloppy, his balls fiercely hitting against your pussy, stimulating you even more.
“Bob… fuck, baby, i’m 'bout to come again.” You gasp out, clutching Bob even closer to you.
Bob snaps his even more erratically, “Let’s cum at the same time.” Bob moans into you.
You nod trying to hold it in, waiting for Bob to give you the signal. “I’m cumming, i’m cumming!” Bob gasps, his thrust sloppier, harder, but god did they feel good.
You and Bob both cum with a gasp and a moan, sweat on your bodies, both of you pressed together, trying to catch your breath.
Bob finally rolled off of you, looking up at the ceiling, he then glanced out the window, from what he could see the sun finally had risen.
You turned to Bob, a smile on your face, “That was amazing.” You whisper to him.
Bob looked at you, he thought you looked gorgeous. Hair sticking every which way, you sweaty and breathless because of him, because he made love to you and it had been the best thing he’s ever experienced.
“I love you.” Bob says suddenly, you almost see hearts in his eyes as he says it.
You gasp and sit up, staring at Bob shocked.
“I know I shouldn’t say this right after having sex but I swear I do. I would say it even if we didn’t, I promise!” Bob says frantically, sitting up aswell.
You smile brightly, “I love you too Bob!” You throw your arms around his shoulder, pulling him into a kiss.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
The silence was deafening as you got ready in the bathroom. You were upset and Bob knew it, but he didn’t know why per say.
Bob fiddled with his hands as he sat in your now shared bed, he was trying to think of what he could have possibly done to upset you.
To him the day was fine, you had planned an outing, some food trucks were stopping by the nearest park and you wanted Bob to go with you since he’s never been before. He even invited Yelena and John, though John declined.
You finally make your way out the bathroom, clad in your pajamas, you say nothing, only cutting the lights off and tucking yourself into bed, completely ignoring Bob.
Bob made a stressed sound, cutting the lights back on, “Baby? Are you upset with me?” Bob whispers, going to place a hand on your shoulder.
You shrug it off with a scoff.
“Please, what did I do…?” Bob stresses, he could feel himself getting anxious.
You sit up abruptly, “Well I don't know Robert. Maybe the fact that I planned a date and you invited Yelena!”
Bob leans back a little, taken off guard at your yelling, “I invited John too…”
“That’s not the point! Why does everything we do have to involve Yelena! I wanna order something to eat? Let’s ask Yelena what she wants! I wanna move into a bigger place with you? Let’s ask Yelena where we should go! I wanna cook for my boyfriend? Let’s ask Yelena if she wants to join!” You cry out in frustration.
Bob stares at you, mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.
“I wanna go on a date, let’s invite Yelena! My god! Next time i’m going to ask if its ok to have sex with you since Yelena has to be involved in EVERYTHING!” You continued, tears brimming in your eyes. You had your own insecurities and the newest one that developed was how close Bob and Yelena were, you couldn’t help but feel that one of them had more than friendly feelings.
Bob still says nothing, he hadn’t thought that maybe he was involving Yelena too much into his relationship.
You scoff wiping under your eye, “I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom.”
And with that, you left no room for Bob to respond, grabbing your pillow and heading to the door, slamming it on the way out.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂
It was the following morning, you and Bob still had not spoken. You had gotten ready in the guest bedroom and bathroom, purposely to avoid Bob. You didn’t want to ruin your mood before work.
Bob stayed hidden in the bedroom, he listened to you get ready and leave for work. He had no idea what to do, this was your first fight.
He almost picked up his phone and called Yelena for help, but he realized, this is exactly what you had a problem with.
He always ran to Yelena for everything, and that needed to stop, especially if it involved your relationship.
Bob paced for hours, does he wait for you? Does he call you or go to your job?
Bob groaned, why was this so hard?
He started thinking of ways to apologize, what could he do to apologize and make it up to you? After a few minuets, Bob thought of the perfect way to apologize.
Hours later, you came home, dumping your bags at the door and kicking off your shoes. The day had been terrible and you had almost forgotten you were angry at Bob. Almost.
You walked into the kitchen and stopped abruptly, letting out a soft gasp. There stood Bob, dressed n his fanciest slacks and sweater, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. Behind him, set an array of different foods Bob knew that the both of you had never tried before. Lit tealight candles and some soft music in the back.
“Bob…” You say taking a step into the kitchen looking around in awe.
Bob swallows. “You’re right, I need to stop involving Yelena in our relationship and I just need to be there for you. I– I just… I don’t want to make an excuse for it but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I didn’t want to mess anything up.” Bob explains to you.
You smile, walking up to Bob gently grabbing the flowers and placing them down, “I’m sorry too. I should’ve communicated better.”
Bob smiles down at you and leans in for a kiss. “I love you.”
Since so many people keep saying how Boblena cannot be shipped because Yelena is aroacea—
While I respect aroace people and everyone else! Yelena has never been canon aroace in the comics or the mcu. It is just a headcanon and the creator of yelena themselves stands by that. In case you’re wondering where I’m coming from with this information — https://www.devingrayson.net/devingraysonblogish/yelenas-sexuality
Read that and you’ll understand!
While I support aroace people and everyone else! Please be mindful of yourselves. Do not go telling people who they can and cannot ship. Imagination for such you have your own group of people! Have fun with them. But don’t go *banning* people from shipping characters. That is not right. If it doesn’t hurt you, then let it be.
We are in 2025. Be open minded to even what makes you uncomfortable.
