#rip bob

You were both currently in the bedroom of your downtown apartment, somewhere you both often snuck away to, keeping any suspicions of the team at bay by telling them you were both going to a walk to ‘clear you minds’.

When in reality you were both filling your lungs and Bob was gladly filling up you.

You had bought the apartment after the world had fell apart - yours even more so with the sudden loss of your brother. Only for him to appear five years later. You kept it as a safe space, your own place to unwind. Now it was a space you and Bob could be with each other, and most importantly, be yourselves with each other.

He had you wrapped in his arms, the pair of you easing the post-sex haze by sharing a cigarette- like you often did. You took a long drag before bringing it to his lips with your fingers still holding it as he took a deep inhale. “I don’t wanna head back.” You quietly said, your feelings getting harder to control around him. Wanting to just be together more and more often.

Bob looked down at you, staying silent but feeling the same. You turned and stubbed out the dying end of the cigarette before rolling back onto his chest again. He smiled but it was laced with sadness. Bob placed a long lingering kiss to your forehead. “We’ll have our moments. We can make moments. We’ll always have the balcony between two and three in the morning,” he half joked, a hint of seriousness peaking through. A soft grin spread over your face, you leaned down and kissed his chest. It created a feeling inside him that not even all the cigarettes and drugs in the world could match. He opened his mouth and then stoped himself. It was moments like these when he almost slipped.

He had moments over the past week in particular. He almost slipped up in the kitchen when you handed him his breakfast, almost slipped up just before you left his bedroom in the early hours of the morning, nearly slipped up after he had the chance to capture your lips with his before Alexei walked into the living room.

Each time finding just enough restraint to stop himself.

“We should get going, it’s almost four,” you went to sit up but he pulled you back by your waist.

“Five more minutes,” he frantically peppered kisses all over your face causing you to laugh hysterically.

It almost caused him to slip up again.

—•—

The next day you slipped on your shoes and eagerly jogged to meet with Bob in the hall, both of you sneaking back to your appartment or ‘going for your walk’ as you told the team.

You were stopped short seeing your brother walking towards you. “Hey Bucky!” You sent him a small smile.

“Think I’ll join you guys today. Get out of this place for a bit.” He said, grimacing at the walls he had confined himself in over the last few days.

You blinked with a blank expression “Join us?”

Bucky shrugged “Yeah on your walk?” He stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Like the two of you do every day.” He gestured behind your shoulder as Bob approached.

“Yes…” you drawled out, nodding your head slowly. “Walk.”

“H-hey guys!” He timidly greeted, Bucky’s presence overshadowing you both. “Bucky, what’s up?”

“He’s joining us,” you told Bob who went wide eyed and you clarified “On our walk.” His brows returned to the normal location on his forehead.

Bucky was in between both you and Bob, Central Park filled with people. The distance between you and Bob now almost immeasurable when you compared it to what you’d both be usually doing around this time. How he’d be holding your hand, the praise, the moans dripping from his mouth like molten gold, the wisps of smoke surrounding you both afterwards.

“I don’t know how you can enjoy this,” Bucky complained, breaking you away from your thoughts. “So many people. So many bugs. How can you guys actually enjoy this?”

You and Bob shared a brief glance “I enjoy it,” you replied with your hands in your pockets, nervously toying with your box of matches that your brother was blithely unaware of. “I would enjoy it more without the complaining…” you said under your breath. Bucky sighed and you rolled your eyes. “I’m getting a coffee,” you snapped “Bob? Buck?” You motioned to the little coffee cart and they nodded as you trudged over.

Your body was slowly being deprived of nicotine and your fix of Bob causing your snappish outburst. It felt like withdrawal. Your body fighting against itself for more, urging it to succumb to your cravings. You ordered three coffees, hoping the caffeine would help a little. Bob and Bucky were casually chatting away about something while your fingers went back to the matchbox and you bit on the tip of your tongue to distract you. Another bad habit of yours.

You grabbed the coffees and took them back over to them both, practically tossing yours down your throat, not even flinching at the scalding heat.

You did another round by the pond and then decided to call it a day, dismally making your way back to the watchtower. A faint “You okay?” Bob’s gentle concerned tone pulled a smile from your scowling lips, you nodded, your selfish addiction to him almost fighting you to shake your head no.

But he felt the same. It had been hours but it felt like he had gone cold turkey and been without you for decades at this point.

When 2am rolled around you made your way out to the balcony in your white nightdress, stopping just at the knees and a perfectly plunging neckline that accentuated your breasts. The cool breeze caused your nipples to almost instantly harden, you pulled the cigarette tucked from behind your ear and brought it to your lips lighting it with your trusted matches.

Then waited.

It didn’t take you too long to figure out that Bob could see the balcony and that meant you could see Bob. He was dimly illuminated by his bedside lamp as his eyes glanced up and saw you in a hazy orange glow. You smirked seeing him frantically trying to organise himself to get to your little rendezvous spot.

That’s when you decided to tease him. You took a long inhale and sharply exhaled the smoke, a new fire burning inside you as he watched you slip your hand under your nightdress. The silky white material started to bunch up from your rhythmic actions, giving Bob full view as he watched you masterbating for him from his bedroom, his body almost aching at the sight. He was experiencing the craving to end all cravings watching you pleasure yourself outside on a cool night under the stars and surrounded by smoke.

He all but flew to the balcony in order to reach you, wanting you to not get any further forward without him, without the chance for him to pleasure you too. The sight of you slapped him right in the face just as much as the sudden gust of cold wind did.

The white dress almost made you look like a puritan, but the cigarette loosely being held by your lips and your fingers knuckle deep in your own pussy told him otherwise.

“Fuck, you started without me?” He playfully pouted. Bob approached you, snatched the cigarette from your mouth and took in a mouthful of smoke before slowly exhaling it over your face and neck, it draped over your skin for a moment before disappearing. “Getting that pussy warmed up for me? Let me feel baby.” His hand joined yours and you let out a breathy moan at the sensation. Bob smirked “You’re gonna wake everyone…here,” he placed the cigarette into your mouth again. “Suck on this until it’s done and then you can suck on my cock.”

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, his words sending you into a frenzy. His fingers taking over from your own as you gripped onto his shoulders. You took the cigarette and let him take a quick drag before he picked you up by the thighs and took you back to his room. You were giggling so much you didn’t realise the end of the smouldering cigarette fell from your fingers and hit the floor. The embers burned away as you and Bob, blissfully unaware started your own fire.

You both fucked until the early hours in the morning, your legs weak as you quietly made your way back to your room just as the sun was rising.

Little did you or anyone else know the consequences that little burnt out cigarette end would have when someone who was enjoying some solitude with a coffee out on the balcony, found it by their feet the next day.

—•—

When the next evening rolled around, Bob was about to start his second cigarette when you snaked your arms around him and discreetly kissed his shoulder “Hey,” you greeted him and he turned around with a perfect smile. A cloud of smoke surrounding you both.

“Hey there,” his voice was rough, smoke from the cigarette dancing around his vocal cords. It sent a shiver down your spine.

He went into his jean pocket and got you a cigarette, you took it happily and then, to his surprise, pulled out the lighter from his other jean pocket. “Watch this,” you flicked the trigger and it lit first time. “Are you impressed or what?” You gloated as you lit your own and puffed away.

Bob smirked, exaggerating clapping his hands. “I am impressed,” he said “But then again, I’m always impressed with how skilled your hands are…” his voice turned from rough to sultry like it was operated with a switch, he took a deep inhale and then removed his just about finished cigarette, yours fizzling out too. His eyes looked you up and down, slowly and with complete intent. The oh-so-sweet cozy, knitted jumper you had on with a skirt he could easily hike up and then have his way with you taunted him.

You mirrored his actions and then you both met in the middle, your lips perfectly syncing with one another’s and with the faintest taste of smoke from them. Bob soon succumb to his own cravings as much as you did, the cigarettes had dwindled out as they had carried on burning as you both carried on passionately kissing. Your tongue swiped his bottom lip and he opened his mouth for you. At this point the two of you were at the stage of biblical levels of gluttony.

The greed that drowned both of you, the need, the want, the craving, the smoke and ultimately the fire. It all but consumed you both.

Bob growled when you playfully bit his lip whilst pressing the palm of your hand to his hardening cock. He pulled back, his eyes blown with lust and his lips swollen. Bob quickly turned you around by your upper arms and gently pushed your back down until you were bent over the railing, bent over in front of New York.

“B-Bob?!” You yelped being taken by complete surprise, hearing the harsh noise of his zipper going down and then the shuffling of fabric down to his knees.

His hands quickly lifted your skirt, almost cumming at the sight of you not wearing any underwear. “Good girl,” he slapped your ass and you yelped again and he effortlessly slid his cock inside you, you both moaned. “I want the world to watch me fuck the prettiest girl living on it.”

Your hands tightly gripped onto the railing as your moans cascaded over the city below. “F-fuck! Yes!” Your head craned back and you could see his face contort with pleasure as he rhythmically fucked you. “You fuck me so good, Bob! So good, baby!” You groaned, your grip becoming tighter.

“Feels so fucking good, you’re so fucking perfect!” Bob cried just as loud as you. His fingers sinking into your hips as he fucked you from behind, every inch of his body filling with sheer gratification. His eyes closed, his restraint unwinding before he eventually- “God, I love you!” He slipped.

You tensed feeling him suddenly stop a few seconds after he realised what he had said. “Are you okay?” You softly asked, the words longing around your bodies like the smoke. “Bob?”

His words became lodged in his throat and he pulled out from you, causing you to groan at the sudden loss of him. You quickly turned to see him with a shocked expression on his face and he pulled up his jeans. “I didn’t mean-“

“Don’t,” you placed a hand on his chest, freezing him in place. “Don’t say you didn’t mean it because I hope you did.” You said with a smile forming on your face. His shocked expression turned to one of relief and joy.

“I did. I really, really did,” he moved closer and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I do, I do love you.”

“Good because I love you too,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He had a wide smile on his face and excitably kissed you, peppering kisses all over your face and neck before picking you up, a surprised shriek and giggle escaping from your lips.

Bobs lips never left yours as he effortlessly carried you to his room, closing the door with his foot before laying you gently on his bed. “Gonna show you how much I love you,” he traced his fingertips down your bare legs. That was before he grabbed the hem of your skirt and swiftly removed it. You removed your own top, filled with giddy delight as he stripped off too and lay on top of you. “I’m so lucky…” he softly spoke against your skin as he kissed it.

You looked in his eyes, cupping his cheek “I’m the lucky one, trust me.” He kissed you as he slid himself inside you once again.

The slow rhythmic thrusting of his hips soon turned fast, Bob sitting up slightly and grabbing you by the ankles before spreading them and fucking you like his life depended on it. Quickly becoming breathless- no thanks to the smoking- beads of sweat scattered across his forehead like stars in the sky. “So, so fucking perfect, the most perfect girl,” he strained as he finally burst. He came in you with a gristly scream, a release he didn’t even know he was craving until he had it.

“Fuck!” You cried out as you came over his cock, Bob moaning at the sensation of your pussy tightening around his cock. He collapsed on top of you, his room filling with the sound of you catching your breaths. You ran your hand through his hair as you closed your eyes.

“The sun is rising,” he said in a warning tone that was laced with sadness.

You looked out the window and then to him. Your bad habit gaining you a good outcome.

“I’ll stay, if that’s alright?” You said in a quiet voice. The two of you now crossing a boundary into unknown territory, like walking through flames.

Bob looked up to you “That’s more than alright.” He told you, holding your hand, the two of you bracing for a new journey together.

—•—

The next afternoon everyone was relaxing in the living room when the stomping of Bucky’s boots brought everyone’s attention to him.

“I found this on the balcony,” he said and harshly slammed it on the coffee table. A cigarette end. “Own up.”

You gulped, your eyes glancing over to Bob who swallowed equally as hard as he tried his best to avoid your gaze. You had been expecting this day since 1935.

“It was me,” you spoke up, finally coming clean after all these years. It was like the smoke had lifted from your life.

Bucky held out his hand. “No, no it isn’t you.” He dismissed and you blinked. You knew he still saw you as the girl in her cream and pink wool dress and pigtails, the days where he’d be fighting off everyone for you, doing what he could to protect you.

“It is.” You countered back. Bob still being painfully quiet while everyone watched on.

“It’s okay Y/N, don’t take the fall for someone else.” Bucky then glared at John.

He gasped and held out both his hands “Dude! It’s not me!”

“I-it’s actually me.” Bob stood up. Bucky snorted in amusement.

“You’re just as bad as Y/N, sit down. I know it wasn’t you.” Bob slowly sat, looking at you with a perplexed look, everyone else remained silent. “Fine, no one wants to admit? Well, I took the liberty of installing cameras outside to catch whoever it was! I haven’t seen this yet so let’s all take a look shall we?” He played the video.

Your heart stopped as well as Bob’s.

It had last nights date in the bottom corner.

The same night he railed you over the railing before admitting he loved you. “Buck I already told you-“

“Ah ah ah! Look here! It’s-“ his brows tightly knitted together. “Why are you out there Bob?” A pause, you tried to get the remote from him. “Why is Y/N out there with you?” Another pause, his voice getting tighter “Why is she hugging you?”

“Jesus enough!” You were on the verge of fighting with him to get the controller. It fell to the floor and cracked into what looked like a million pieces. Everyone was engrossed with the TV while you tried to stop the footage. The video continued.

Bucky gasped. “You’re both smoking?!” He yelled “Y/N!”

“Okay! I told you! We are the culprits!” You nervously laughed “How do we get this goddamn TV off now!” Your hands tried to find a button. Bob remained frozen on the spot. “Help would be appreciated…” you said to him through gritted teeth.

A scandalous ‘ohh’ echoed through the living room. Your eyes went wide, not as wide as your brothers however, when the footage showed you and Bob locked in a kiss.

Then, as you knew fine well, the kiss escalated.

The moans got louder. The scene more and more explicit with each passing second.

Yelena groaned and covered her eyes, Ava vanished, Alexei awkwardly turned away and tried to talk about something else and John snorted before clapping his hands, intently watching the scene unfold before him.

“Way to go Bob! Didn’t realise you had it in ya buddy!”

“Walker! Avert your eyes you absolute perv!” You stood in front of the TV, trying to cover it as best as you could with your body as Bob threw a pillow at him.

“Better than paying for it from a dodgy website.”

“Walker!” You yelled. “Bucky I-we-“ your voice was trembling.

The TV turned off, you couldn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief seeing your brother’s gaze was focused on the floor, his fists balling together.