#Pietro maximoff smut

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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[sideblogofhell]

a forbidden fruit

summary: pietro eats something he shouldn't have pairing: pietro maximoff x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, s3x pollen, blowjobs, unprotected sex a/n: part iv have fun do leave comments if u liked it

masterlist | the repentant's corner

Pietro dashed around the lot sixteen times to make sure no one was there. You rubbed your hands together for some heat against the chilling night. The grass crackled beneath your feet trying to chase after your partner. You ended up a panting mess next to him, your knees shaking. 

“So I was thinking, after this patrol maybe we could go out sometime?” he said, his breath unwavering. You gulped and tried to let out a word, your voice dry and coarse. You nod, sweat dripping down your forehead. 

“Can you focus?” you said, trying to open the door. He broke open the warehouse padlock with ease, vibrating at a pace that dislodged the gears that kept the lock secure. 

You slide the rusty door open into a dark room. Pietro used a flashlight to look into the path. The warehouse was small, almost the size of a barn, the floor a flat grey concrete, the walls tall and rusted. There were a few broken wooden crates scattered all over the floor, a metal table on the farthest left. 

Your partner zoomed into the room like a faint blue flare. He checked to see the contents of the crates, all seemed empty.  He sat on the metal table, a few newspapers sprawled out and a white dish used as a makeshift ashtray. 

“Look at this,” he pulled out a small ziplock bag filled with different sugar-coated candy like Skittles. He takes one out and puts it in his mouth, licking the sugar off his fingers. You took the bag from him, smelling the contents; sweet and fresh. “Want one?”

“You idiot! I don’t think this is candy,” you took the bag inside your pocket, Pietro smirking. “We have to send this to the lab.”

“It’s fine, fast metabolism remember?” he shrugged. 

The plane ride back to the compound was quiet. Pietro sat away from you and kept to himself, which was very unusual. He would always try to bother you while you flew the quinjet, always teasing and messing around, but right now he was slumped over to the side using his phone. 

You arrived at the compound a few hours later, the airdock marshalls taking over the jet. You asked other agents to rush to Dr. Cho’s lab to send the candy samples. “Pietro and I found this on patrol tonight,” you gave the pack to her assistants before they went on to test the samples. 

Your phone dinged to a message from Pietro. Meet me in the conference room at 4B ASAP. 

“Fine, I’m an idiot,” he said. “My dick has been so hard for the past five hours and I can’t make it go away!”

“Your what?” you looked at the tent in between his legs, his knuckles were pale white as he gripped onto his pants. “Well I knew it was a drug but I didn’t know it was that kind!”

“What are we gonna do?” he said, his silver-gray hair all tousled over his forehead. He zoomed around and around the room, a cobalt blur blew gusts of wind everywhere he went. He stopped in a corner, his legs shaking and his face flushed. 

“We?” you clamored. “How the fuck am I supposed to help?”

“I don’t know you’re smarter than me!” his eyes widened, his voice shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead. He braced for another run but you held onto his arm. He shuddered, his skin was hot. 

“We should tell Dr. Cho,” you said. “Get you medicine or something.” 

“Absolutely not,” he pleaded. “It’s embarrassing,” his eyes wandered all over the room as if the answers were written on the walls. “We should deal with this the way it's intended.”

“Yeah, no,” you said before turning for the door. Pietro suddenly was in front of you blocking your exit. 

“Please draga—“ his lips were dead set. Pietro was an ill-tempered man, his demeanor was quick like his abilities, charismatic but also stubborn. You thought for a second, you’re helping a co-worker that’s all right?

“Well, how do we do it?” you said. He removed his jacket, and his blue shirt underneath. You marveled at his taut chest, the ridged cuts across his abdomen, and the two lines pointing down his sex. You tried to look away, but you couldn’t believe someone could look like that, like a Greek sculpture. 

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into a kiss. His lips were warm against yours, his stubble pricking at your cheeks. Your hands find his chest for stability, snaking around his neck to pull him closer. His large arms circle around your waist, finding the hem of your pants and going through to your ass. 

He spun you around and pinned your hands above your head, using his other hand to pull your pants down. He smoothed his palms on the plump mounds before giving it a spank, leaving it a red blush. He practically rips his pants open, his thick cock hard and leaking. He spits on his free hand, using it to prepare you. 

“I’m gonna go in okay?” he said in a whimpering tone. You nod, your cheeks warm. He spits again to lube his cock before feeling the pressure on your hole. It was sharp for a bit, the pressure easing as he flushed himself in, the base of his cock hitting your ass. He stops for a second, relishing the heat from your body. “So tight—”

You grunted when he pulled out, only to thrust back in. He began to fuck you at a languid pace, the sensation soothing the tingly feeling Pietro got from the drug. He tried to go slower, to make sure you won’t get hurt but he couldn’t. As you tried to move your hips at the same beat of his body he started to—vibrate. 

You let out a gasp, you thought of the toy you had at home, the one you use thinking about him, but the speed and intensity could not rival him. Pietro let out a series of cusses in Sokovian, it sounded like he was pleading to a god. Your knees turned wobbly from his thrusts, his body vibrating at a pace that made your eyes roll back, your own sex hard and leaking in your trousers. 

“Pietro—fuck,” you moaned.

“I can’t control it, you’re too warm,” his words shaking. “And good,” He let go of your hands, shifting to your waist, he gripped so hard you knew it would bruise. He moved quicker, like a piledriver into you, it stung but the pleasure of hitting your prostate compensated. 

When gripping onto your waist wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around your body hugging you, and began to thrust into you harder, his silver hair plastered on his forehead wet. Your body tried to keep you up but your legs betrayed you. You fell down, his cock pulling out. “I can’t stand.”

He pulls you to the table nearby, propping you with your legs on his shoulders. He lines himself back into your hole driving back into his thrusts. The vibrating began again, shaking the table as he gripped it on its edge. You let out desperate cries, he tried to soothe you by kissing your lips, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “I’m close—” he cried out.

You nodded, the constant stimulation to your prostate was going to make you cum untouched. His thrusts became erratic, still a vibrating mess. Pietro stood up and you marveled at the glistening sight, his abdomen contracting and relaxing on each thrust, his head pulled back and his lids closed. 

And then the climax hit, cum shooting inside you in thick, your own release spewing on your belly. The vibration slows, Pietro a panting mess for once, a side of him you’ve never seen. He places a peck on your lips and mouths praises. 

“So about that date?”

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hii can you do this with pietro maximoff 🤭 when u are riding him slowly so he just grabs ur hips and starts fucking up into u >>>>

yup something definitely throbbed while I read this😔 lemme give you my thots💌

PIETRO THOTS

18+ female reader, mndi

right so imagine this..

— he's laid flat on the bed, and you're straddling his crotch, his dick wedged inside as you slowly move over him. his hands on your waist, fingertips squeezing into your skin - holding onto you like he's restraining himself

— you're probs tired, knees hurting and cramping. softly whining as you circle your hips, winding and grinding around his cock - you want more, but again, you're tired, limbs seizing up. you're both desperate as it isn't enough, feeling as if you're being edged and teased

— pietro will be panting, his chest rising and falling quickly bc the way you tease over his head has got him all turned around, little bounces and winds over the top of his cock ?? drives him wild BUT HE NEEDS MORE💔

— he misses the feeling of his full cock pumping inside you, so he'd take actions into his own hands. he'd pull you forward so your chest is pressed to his and wrap an arm around your waist (basically one arm tightly hugging your lower back) he'd hold you there with his other arm wrapped around the top half of your back (think im overcomplicating it. he's hugging you to him basically lol) your face buried in the crook of his neck, tits sandwiched to his chest, that kinda thing (hot)

— he'd bend his knees which nudges you upwards, and he would just go to town. fucking up into you, his balls repetitively smacking your ass

— you'd both sound SO much different than before !! your choked sobs and cries into his skin with pietro's grunts and groans beside your ear

— as he gets closer, his hands would change place - now holding your arms behind your back (like when someone’s arrested) kinda man handling you, gripping you tightly and tugging you to meet his incessantly ruthless thrusts. fucking you deep and hard, drilling up into you

— he'd either cum inside or pull out and pump his cock and spill on your ass/ lower back

— when you both come down, he'd give you the sloppiest, dirtiest, slowest, messiest, filthiest, most carnal and primal, disgusting, lust-filled snog EVER. HIS HANDS AROUND YOUR JAW, TONGUES, THE LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!😔

— cock warming anyone?? would kiss down your throat and along your shoulder, stroking lovingly down your back, maybe playing with your hair bc its cute

— fuck me would you get some good aftercare🫶

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#ask #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff smut #pietro smut #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro x reader

[acciopietro]

Ok so I just read your “Bad Idea” smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?

combining with request #2: Hey 🧍🏻‍♀️ this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward 😅, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)

a week’s isolation - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, it’s pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.

word count: 3,878

tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!

a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i haven’t written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)

“DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?” FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the man’s speech, but at the sound of the words “highly dangerous” and “do not go near it”, his interest had been inevitably piqued.

Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didn’t feel like getting caught staring again.

A chorus of yes’s and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!

“I need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,” Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. “Thor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. We’re only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness it’s pollen without... well, killing ourselves.”

“Why can’t Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?” Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, “I feel like that should be discussed.”

“The issue with that, Barton, is that it’s pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, it’s very different,” Banner explained. “The pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We don’t know how to kill this virus, so it’s harder to manage than normal pollen.”

Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.

“Y/N? You have a question?”

“The pollen isn’t spreading into the compound, is it?” you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. “Should I be worried?”

“No, we’ve done our very best to contain it,” Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. “As long as you all stay away from the lab, you’ll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. I’d even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.”

“It’s not that extreme, is it?” Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. “I mean, hazmat suits? C’mon, Banner, what’s the big fuss?”

“The big fuss?” Banner gave a dry scoff. “The big fuss, Cap, is that if you’re exposed to the pollen, it’ll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that you’ll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!”

A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.

“We get it,” Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. “Stay away from big, scary plant.”

Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.

“They get it,” Stark said. “We’ll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.”

All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.

“Interesting, huh?” she commented. “Wonder what they do with them in Asgard.”

“S’probably like a drug,” Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girls’ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. “No doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.”

“I thought Asgardians were immune to it?” you said. Pietro paused.

“Well, maybe if they take a lot of it, it’s like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,” Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “What? Just a hypothesis.”

“Don’t be so crude,” Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietro’s lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. “Let’s just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.”

“I wanna see it,” Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m curious now, y’know? I mean, what’s a sex plant supposed to even look like?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Pietro,” you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“But satisfaction brought it back,” he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.

“I’m going to find Vis,” she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. “I’m tired of this plant talk.”

“Your loss,” Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. “You can’t tell me you’re not just the tiniest bit curious.”

“Of course I’m curious,” you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. “But, it’s not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro shrugged. “Maybe I’ll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.”

You sent him a look and sighed, “Just don’t be stupid.”

Pietro gave a toothy grin. “Oh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?”

---

THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, you’d wake up way before he did, and he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.

“Buna dimineata,” Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/N’s empty chair. “I presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.”

“Where is she?” Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.

“I poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,” Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. “I sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that she’s been quarantined to her room.”

“Quarantined?” Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, “What for?”

Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietro’s.

“It seems that the laboratory and Y/N’s room share an air vent,” he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. “They sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk it’s planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/N’s room.”

“The pollen,” Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. “O, la naiba...”

“So it’s just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,” Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “Which means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.”

Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you. 

“Pietro,” Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. “Do not try and see her. We don’t know how much pollen is still in that room.”

Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasn’t too bad.

And it wasn’t. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you. 

One evening, Pietro couldn’t sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused. 

Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldn’t imagine being isolated for so long.

By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.

The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. “Hey, dragă...”

“Pietro?” you asked from inside. “You shouldn’t...” you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. “You shouldn’t be near here...”

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to see you.”

“Banner says it might be contagious,” you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. “I don’t want you to catch it.”

“It’s been over a week,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “I doubt it’s still airborne. Most viruses don’t last in the air for that long.”

“I guess,” you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.

You were a sight to see, that’s for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that weren’t were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed. 

Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.

“You can’t be in here!” you shrilled. “You’ll catch it!”

You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m, like, superhuman. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go get some water.”

You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.

You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything. 

“C’mon, dragă,” Pietro laughed at you. “It’s okay. I feel fine. You’re not going to get me sick.”

“We don’t know that,” you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. “I need to sit down...”

“All right,” Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. “You okay?”

“None of the medicines work,” you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. “I just gets worse.”

“What does?” Pietro asked curiously. “What’s the issue? Nauseous? Headache?”

“Erm,” you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. “Hard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... it’s... it’s kind of odd...”

Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.

“How so?” Pietro asked.

“I don’t really know,” you mumbled. “Banner said it’s got these, like... coitus pheromones? I don’t really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.”

It was Pietro’s turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didn’t know. You were supposed to be the smart one.

“Y/N... you don’t remember what it means?” he asked carefully. You shook your head.

“Do you?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. “What’s it mean?”

“It means sex, Y/N,” he told you slowly. “If Banner says it’s got “coitus pheromones”, that means it’s like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about before…”

He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.

“Great,” you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.

“S’not like you didn’t know what it did,” he said honestly. “You’ve been feeling like this for more than a week, you’ve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?”

You gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “I could help you. If you wanted me to.”

You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. “What?”

“You heard me,” Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. “Only if you want...”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips. 

“You’re not,” Pietro said simply. “I’m asking you if you want me to help you.”

“I...” you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. “Of course I want you to.”

“Well...” Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.

“Well, what?” you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snail’s pace.

“Can I?” he asked softly. “Help you?”

You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.

“Yes.”

You could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didn’t bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.

He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.

“Y’know these gotta go, right?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Mmhm,” you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.

Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietro’s favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.

Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.

“These also have to go. As much as I like ‘em,” he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit. 

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.

“Can I keep these?” he asked. You kicked him with your foot.

“Creep,” you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. “Can you please just...”

“Just do what?”

You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.

“What was that?” He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. “What do you want?”

“Everything,” you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.

“Well, I don’t have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"

And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.

“Christ, Piet,” you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.

Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietro’s hair. Pietro’s eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.

Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. “Close, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. “Uh-huh.”

“C’mon, dragă,” he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. “Give it to me.”

Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.

When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.

“Feel better?” he asked casually. You paused.

“Yeah,” you said in shock. “I actually do.”

“Told you,” he smirked. You smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course,” he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. “Would’ve done it even without the pollen, y’know.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that, then.”

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translation:

“Buna dimineata.” - Good morning

“O, la naiba.” - Oh, damn it.

“Dragă.” - Darling, Sweetheart, Love

taglist:

@childishnewt @mcximffs @minbeatriz16 @slvtforfictionalcharacters @kaqua @thorrealgf @pagesbetweensheets @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @eichenhouseproperty @niallhoransupremacy @criesinlies @fairydxll @cassiestars777

a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry. 

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[artemisthewh0re]

Just finished this movie and Tangerine is the sluttiest slut to ever slut in the history of sluts. I want to give him head.

#bullet train #tangerine bullet train #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine smut #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff smut #reader insert #black reader #black girl reader #black!fem!reader #chubby black reader #fanfic #chubby reader #plus size reader smut #plus size black reader

[pietrosbulletsstuff]

Waking up pietro to ask him to help you fall asleep 

As you tossed and turned for what seemed like hours and hours until you finally decided to check the time.. 2:49 am read back. You turned over and looked at Pietro for a few minutes debating if you wanted to wake him. You've been debating about this for a while as you started up at the ceiling. You didn't want to bother him but you've tried almost everything to fall asleep. You tap pietro lightly a couple of times. You slowly started to become impatient. 

“Pietro” you say while tapping him lighting on his shoulder. 

‘What's the matter” his accent more proficient since he just woke up 

“I can't fall asleep" you say as you look at him with a slight pout. 

You make eye contact in the dark the only light source being from the small plug from the wall

he asks “well in what way do you want me to help? baby..” Touching the side of your face. 

“Pietro, you know how you can help me.. Please?” 

Pietro pretends to think for a moment– after what seemed hours you turned your back towards him- embarrassed nevermind 

Without saying anything you turned over pulling some of the cover with you, rolling your eyes.

    Pietro laughs as he jokingly asks you to turn over. you ignore him feeling embarrassed that this happened. He moves closer to you in the bed and says “Baby I'm sorry.. I know what you want.” while kissing your neck. “I just wanted to mess with you a little. That's all, I promise I'm sorry.”

You decided to give pietro the silent treatment. You can feel pietro sitting up in the bed moving towards the end of the bed but don't pay it any attention. As he gently lifts up your knee to and kind of moves you so you can lay on your back. He moves in between the middle of your legs; picking up your ankle and kissing it as he makes his way up. 

you take a slow deep breath in as Pietro asks, “is this what you wanted me to help you with? Hm? I wanna hear your voice, princess.” “Pietro…” you breathe out; he leaves purple bruises on your thighs. He starts kissing that area around the bruises briefly. 

 he stops and asks “do you forgive me?” while hovering over you; kissing your neck once again. “No.” You say. He takes that as a challenge as he says a smug “okay” with a smirk starting to grow on his face. “That's fine with me when we are done you're gonna forget why you were even mad at me.”

Before you can think of what to say back he attaches his mouth and you gasp. automatically your hands go to his hair which pushes him deeper into you. You knew he liked the feeling of your hands getting somewhat tangled in his hair. to be honest you liked it too because it gave you some sense of control.

 As your hand tangled in his hair you lifted your left leg up and put it on his shoulder. His tongue circled your clit before he fully took it in his mouth. Your back arched off the bed as you removed your hands from his hair and moved your right hand to the pillow under you and your left hand balled the cover where pietro once lied. Your eyes fell closed but they opened as soon as you felt pietro pulling away. You sit up on your elbows to see why he stopped. He reached up and pulled your hands back down to his hair. 

 When you finally reached your peak he put 2 fingers inside of you so you can ride out your high. You moved your hands from his hair to put them on his face as you gently brought him up to lean over you as you kissed him.

You reached down to pull his pajama pants down to return the favor but then he reached over y/n to check the time then looked back to you. This time leaning over you on his forearms so that all of his weight isn't crushing you- He said “you don't have to” “but i want to help” you said. He laid next to you and reached his arm around you to pull you closer. 

You can help at another time; now go to sleep he said as he kissed the side of your forehead. A few minutes later he turned his head towards you to find you asleep. He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes to fall asleep himself.

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word count: 781 words

(I'm open to criticism as long as you're nice about it since this is the first thing I've ever written, also feel free to request i'll probably be putting up the list of people ill write for later)

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff headcanon #pietro maximoff oneshot #pietro maximoff smut #pietro maximoff imagine #quicksilver #aaron taylor johnson

[icompletelysawthatcoming]

Summary: Pietro and you wake up in bed together after a long night, things sure do happen.

Warnings: 18+. Smut. Language. Morning Sex. She-Her Reader, Dom Pietro. Sub Reader. Vaginal Sex. Praising. Stark Reader. Smut With No Plot.

A smooth hand was slowly stroking her naked body, all the way from her collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, over her stomach and hip before reaching back up, nails dragging across her skin.

She cracked one eye open, smirking to yourself, feeling oddly satisfied. She pushed yourself against the hand and a chuckle roamed against her back as he pressed himself against her from behind.

“Morning, sunshine,” she breathed, moaning softly as his fingers gripped her chest, his digits stroking her flesh.

“You too, принцесса.” He growled back, “Wish to relive last night?” he rasped into her ear, his velvety morning voice sending a jolt of arousal through her. She hummed, rolling on onto her back and grasping at his shoulder to get him on top of her.

She was met by a pair of sparkling, blue eyes, the corners of his mouth crinkled as he smiled at her. She licked your lips and lead him closer, their lips brushing against one another.

His breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, pulling her into passion as his hands instinctively slid down to her hips.

The rustling of panicked footsteps echoed through the corridors, but she was deafened by the sounds of Pietro purring into her ear as he rubbed his hips against hers.

She moaned and arched into him, eager to get him inside. He hummed and gave her a look, seeking permission. “Be gentle. I'm still sore from your little stunt last night,” she whispered against his cheek, placing a small kiss there. Pietro chuckled.

“I wouldn't exactly call it little,” he replied cockily. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his back while she brought her face to his and sucked on his neck. He groaned and lined himself up at her entrance.

He let himself slip in carefully, just like she requested. A loud moan left her lips as swooned once he filled her completely. Her insides twisted as she struggled to keep breathing at a regular pace.

“Mhm, I don't think I'll ever get enough of this feeling,” Pietro moaned as he slowly stroke her walls, savoring each movement. One hand rested on the back of her neck while the other strongly grasped her hip, his thrusts getting more desperate.

Her eyelids rested while her eyes rolled back as the pleasure consumed her, not giving a damn about what was happening beyond those four walls. She just focused on him, digging a hand into his messy hair and the other gripping strong enough against his back to leave a mark.

He increased the pace and their thrusts matched one another's perfectly, on a melody only the two could hear. He bit his lips to keep his voice down, as there were several booming voices in the corridor. Y/n, however, couldn't.

The doors of her room bursted opened, but Pietro ignored it, even fastening his thrusting. She gripped at his shoulders, looking over them at her father standing at the end of the bed with his eyes wide open.

She buried her face into Pietro’s neck to hide away her embarrassment, but she couldn't push it away. Neither could she help it when she moaned — very loud — when she reached her high, pleasure overwhelming her in a breathtaking orgasm.

His juices dripped down her thighs as he came too, panting in her ear as her chest heaved. She squeaked at the sight of her father, his hands on his hips and a frown on his forehead. “Get your dick out of my daughter,” he hissed.

Pietro jumped at the voice and grabbed onto Y/n, the two rolling completely off the bed with the blankets on top of them.

Then Wanda came bursting through the doors. “Oh, Pietro! There you are! We’ve been looki—!' She realized what she walked in on, her brother and Y/n both looking at her from over the bed. “… Oh my.” She murmured, turning around and walking out.

Tony continued to glare at Y/n. “You, young lady, are grounded.” Her face went from bright red to ghostly pale as she gasped. Pietro kissed her lips and gave her an assuring nod.

“Can you ground me too?” He taunted at her father.

“Enough!” Tony said, a little panicked. “Both of you, out of bed and get dressed and make sure I'll never see that again!”

“Not sorry, and please leave us, Stark. We have to get dressed.” Pietro said. Tony nodded, already calming although he was still pulling his own hair out. “After we showered.” Pietro added with a sly grin.

Oh, and they had fun in that shower.

#I’m kind of a dick for adding the embarassing part with no warning #boo hoo #pietro maximoff #Pietro maximoff x reader #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #pietro maximoff smut #quicksilver smut #Pietro maximoff x reader smut #quicksilver x reader smut #aaron johnson #smut #lemon #pietro maximoff x you #Pietro maximoff x you smut #quicksilver x you #quicksilver x you smut #marvel #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe

[luvmattmurdock]

perfect sense series masterlist; pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x stark!reader

“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”

word count; 8.6k (not complete)

main masterlist. taglist.

part 1 You laughed at him. “You really couldn't think of any other insult than ‘silly girl’?” He stared at you. If he wasn’t so obviously mad, you would’ve thought he was checking you out. 

part 2 "What is it supposed to be? Its purpose, I mean." "Ultron will be a program to promote world peace"

part 3 “Goodbye printsessa.” And he left with his superhuman speed, leaving a blue and silver aura.

part 4 You realised his piercing blue eyes were staring straight at you, which frustrated you even more because if he wasn’t so stupid maybe you could’ve banged him.

part 5 "Incredible," you said. "You're a stalker." He smiled. His smile was very pretty, and you found it especially pretty when he wasn't making fun of you.

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[angelltheninth]

Hi, can I request (aou) Pietro Maximoff dating very flexible fem!reader headcanons? This can either be smutty or fluffy, your choice :)

I misunderstood this request at first lol.

Pairing:Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, handjob, cunnilingus, fingering, quick sex, rough sex

A/N: Speedsters are just something special aren't they?

There are many things that Pietro finds attractive about you, with your flexibility being near the top of his list

You being able to suck his cock while he has you in a sitting 69 position, and also very easy able to hold his head between your legs, keeping him close to your pussy

This way he can easily eat you out and keep his grip on your soft ass cheeks

Not only is your body flexible but you have a god-like tongue, at least as far as Pietro is concerned

He goes absolutely weak in the knees when you use your tongue on his cockhead

But two can play at that game

His tongue goes from slow and teasing to almost vibrating on your clit

You love keeping his hips locked with your legs wrapped all around him so he can't go anywhere once he's inside of you

Not that he wants to anyway, fucking your pussy is as good as any workout for him

The good thing about him is that, even though he's very fast he also slow to get tired

Because of his speed he can easily last multiple rounds for you even though you both come several times already

You can, with no effort at all, fold yourself backwards and lick his cum out of your pussy together with him, your tongues brushing against each other

#pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x fem!reader #x men x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x female reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #mcu x reader #mcu #mcu smut #marvel smut #pietro maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff headcanon #pietro maximoff smut #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Leave Me In The Deep End (One-Shot)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you, you decide to get your own back with the hot bartender you work with.

Lifeguard!Reader x Bartender!Pietro

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5613

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @mcximffs @noz4a2 @rottenstyx @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @lanemarvels @marrigold-2002 @kathrinchek @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

Taglist info.

Update: There's now a sequel.

Notes:

Warnings for cheating (reader's boyfriend), non-consensual groping (a random creep, not Pietro), jealousy, alcohol, tipsy sex, explicit smut, reader has a cat, Pietro is a player with a heart of gold Also I'm sorry if you or any of your loved ones are called Andy.

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The smells of chlorine and sunscreen were heavy in the air. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose, and tried to resist the urge to readjust the straps of your bathing suit for the hundredth time.

It was part of the gig. You had to wear the uniform regulation swimsuit, which was tight and red and squeezed you in all the wrong places. At least you were allowed to wear shorts. The high up lifeguard chair made you feel like some kind of art exhibit, and like the patrons of the resort were paying money to ogle you. They kind of were. Some of them, at least.

You did your best to ignore the stares of middle aged, half-naked men, and turned your attention back to the pool. That was what you were here for, after all. You didn’t notice Pietro until he was standing at the bottom of the steps up to your seat, holding a colourful looking drink aloft.

You tried to wave him away. “I’m on duty.”

“It’s virgin, I promise.” He gave you a flirtatious half-smile, and you rolled her eyes. “You looked bored. I thought you could use a distraction.”

He was one of the resort’s bartenders. Their uniform was slightly more conservative than yours – a tight vest and swim shorts – but still showed off the muscular shape of his arms.

You huffed out a laugh. “I’m a lifeguard. I’m not allowed to get distracted.”

He was undeniably hot. If you were single, you might’ve considered it, but his overt flirtation with seemingly every young woman who crossed his path was off-putting. He was a player, and you weren’t the kind of girl who enjoyed casual sex. You liked intimacy, and stability, and you didn’t think that Pietro could provide you with that.

Besides, you had a boyfriend.

“Relax, prinţesă.” He reached up and set the drink down on the arm of your chair. “There isn’t even anyone in the pool right now.”

Sure enough, the two middle aged women you had been watching do laps were in the process of climbing up the pool ladder.

“I’m not your prinţesă,” you said, but there was no heat in your tone. It was an affectionate nickname he’d had for you ever since you joined the resort. You had assumed it was something he called every girl he was trying to get into bed, but his sister Wanda, who worked at the reception desk, assured you that that one was just for you.

You took a sip of the drink. It was ice cold, sweet and fruity, and precisely what you needed.

“You could be, if you wanted.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes, faux-shy.

You lightly kicked him in the shoulder. “I have a boyfriend, you lech.”

“I could be your boyfriend too, if you wanted.”

“Yeah, right,” you snorted. “Like you would settle down. I’ve seen the way you chase tail up and down this resort, and this town. No thank you.”

For a split second, Pietro’s face fell. You almost missed it. Then he composed himself, smirking again. “Suit yourself. The offer is on the table.” You rolled your eyes.

At that, he left you alone. You sipped at the drink he’d made you, trying to savour it. It really was delicious. You were going to have to ask him for the recipe.

When you finished it, he brought you a second one, unasked. By that time, the pool was getting busier again, so he didn’t stop for a chat. You couldn’t help but feel a little bereft. As much as you discouraged his flirting, you did enjoy talking to him.

Your buttocks were starting to go numb from sitting in one place for too long. That wasn’t good. It was important to stay limber and ready to spring into action. You stood up, stretched, and made your way down the steps to stand by the edge of the pool.

You surveyed the scene, but there didn’t seem to be anything that needed your attention. A group of kids were playing a game at one end, and there were a few adults doing laps. You watched a young woman swim over to the edge of the pool to take a sip of a drink that she’d left there.

Before she could swim away again, you waved at her to get her attention. “No food or drink in the pool.”

She looked as though she might argue, but instead, she just grumbled as she climbed out and took her drink over to one of the sun loungers.

You turned back to the pool, and as you did so, a warm hand touched your bare lower back. Instinctively, you flinched away, turning to see a shirtless middle-aged man staring at you.

"You’re the lifeguard, are you? Do you give private swimming lessons?” He leered at you. You tried to step back, but his hand had shifted to cup your backside.

“Don’t touch me,” you squeaked, stumbling away from him. He raised his hands as if in surrender, like you were somehow overreacting to his groping you.

“Hey!” Your head whipped around and you saw Pietro stalking towards the two of you, hands clenched into fists.

“Woah, hey,” said the man, turning to Pietro now, “this is just a misunderstanding.”

“No misunderstanding,” Pietro spat. “I saw what you did. Security is on their way.”

“Pietro…” It was only then that you noticed how much you were trembling.

“Yeah?” You had meant to tell him that it was fine, it didn’t matter. But then he turned to look at you, his expression softening, and your words died in your throat.

“Thank you.”

“I think this is all being blown out of proportion,” said the man nervously. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean-” As he spoke, he put a hand on your shoulder, perhaps to try and seem friendly, but Pietro was on him in an instant, pushing him away from you. He stood in front of you, shoulders squared as he glared at the man.

“What’s going on here?” came a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned to see your manager Natasha, flanked by security guards Steve and Bucky.

You exhaled, your eyes nervously flicking from Pietro to Nat. “He- He-” Your throat felt very dry. The words wouldn’t come.

“He groped her,” Pietro supplied, and Nat’s eyebrows shot up.

“Is that true?” she asked you. You nodded, hesitantly. “Take him back to his room,” she said to Steve and Bucky. “Help him pack up his stuff, and then remove him from the site.”

The man began to protest, but Nat started to talk about the possibility of pressing charges, which shut him right up. You glanced over your shoulder, and found that most of the people in the pool were looking at you now. Your cheeks felt hot. You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself.

“Are you okay?” asked Pietro.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you said, “I’m okay,” because you thought you might start crying.

“How much time do you have left of your shift?” asked Nat.

You checked your watch. “Two hours.”

She nodded. “We can close the pool for two hours if you want to head home.”

You shook your head. “I- I can’t. I don’t want the pool to be closed because of me.”

Nat opened her mouth, but Pietro got there first. “I can cover the rest of her shift. I’m lifeguard-trained too, and my bar shift just ended.”

Nat looked from him to you and back. “Are you sure?”

“It’s no problem.”

“Thanks, Piet,” you said, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. You stood up on your tiptoes to give him a quick hug. He didn’t have time to react before you’d pulled away again. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

In the locker room, you changed hurriedly from your uniform into some comfy clothes. Even though it was hot, you put a hoody on. Being fully covered made you feel a little better.

Your apartment was walking distance from resort, and by the time you got home, you were sweating. So preoccupied were you as you walked through the door that you didn’t notice how quickly your boyfriend, Andy, emerged from your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“You’re home early,” he said, almost accusatorily.

“I had a bad day.” Your breath hitched as you spoke.

He frowned. “Why don’t you have a shower and then we can talk about it?”

“…Right.” You made your way over to your bedroom, but found Andy blocking your way.

“Where are you going?”

“To dump my stuff in my room?” you said, forehead creasing.

“Here, let me do that, you go shower,” he said, trying to take your bag from your hands, but you held fast.

“I know I’m sweaty but I didn’t think I smelled that bad.” You had intended for it to be a joke, but it caught in your throat, making you swallow hard, and then tears were pricking at your eyes. “There was this guy at work – some creep – and he grabbed my ass.” You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, but couldn’t stem the flow of tears. Andy was still just staring at you, mouth agape, so you continued. “So Nat let me go early. I was worried about it but then Pietro offered to cover my shift-” Andy wrinkled his nose, stopping you in your tracks. “What?”

“Pietro.”

“What about him?” You were, admittedly, being deliberately dense. You knew that Andy didn’t like Pietro. Andy was a lifeguard too, so he knew Pietro pretty well. You understood why he didn’t like him, but right now, it wasn’t what you wanted him to be focused on.

“You know he likes you. He’s just white-knighting to try and get into your pants.”

“That’s what you’re taking away from this story?! Your girlfriend gets groped at work and all you care about is who stepped in to help her?!”

“No, that’s not-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You tried to step around him to get to your room, but he threw out his hand again, blocking your path. “What is your problem?”

“Uh…I just think we should talk about this now.”

“I’m going to shower.” He didn’t move, so you pushed past him.

“Wait-”

But you were already opening your bedroom door. A half-naked blonde woman stared back at you, mouth agape, as if you had just barged into her bedroom, rather than your own.

Your bag slipped through your fingers, landing with a heavy thud on the ground between your feet.

“Who the fuck are you?” you asked. She just gaped at you.

“Baby, I can explain,” said Andy, putting his hand on your shoulder. You shrugged him off aggressively.

“Save it. Get dressed and get out,” you snapped at the woman, before turning to Andy again. “And you, don’t fucking touch me. Get out of my fucking apartment.”

“Baby, can’t we talk about this?”

“What is there to talk about?” You kept your voice level. “You were fucking another woman in my bed. There’s nothing you can say.”

He tried to speak, but you stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.  You leant against it and closed your eyes. Now, when tears blurred your vision, you didn’t fight them. This had been a fucking awful day. You didn’t move from your position until you heard the front door close.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the shower and stripped out of your clothes. The water was hot enough to burn away your sadness, leaving only your anger.

It was the audacity of the thing that got to you the most. This was your apartment. Andy had his own place, but he spent most of his time at yours. If he was sneaking around with another woman, he could’ve done it in his own bed, but he felt bold enough to do it at yours.

That implied to you that this had been going on a while. The spiciness of the affair had been wearing off, so he had rekindled it by doing it in your bed, where the risk of getting caught was much higher. And he’d had the audacity to complain about Pietro? As if you had been cheating on him? Every accusation was a confession.

You stayed in the shower, seething, until the hot water ran out. You replayed the argument you’d had with Andy over and over in your head, thinking of different things you could’ve said. You wished you’d said something more substantial than just telling him to get out.

As you stood in your towel, staring at the mirror, cogs in your head began to turn. You didn’t need Andy. What you needed was a stiff drink and good cry. And a good fuck.

Your mind went to Pietro, the pretty bartender who so clearly wanted you. He was kind too. You didn’t have faith in the long term prospects – you would be just another notch in his bedpost – but you were sure he knew how to get you off.

With this new resolve, you dressed yourself in a low-cut dress and chunky heels. You put on far make-up than you usually did. The overall effect was exactly what you were aiming for: slutty. You hoped that Pietro would appreciate it.

You checked your watch. Your shift was nearly over, which means that Pietro would be leaving the resort soon. You needed to get over there before he did. Speedily refilling your cat’s food and water bowls, you called an Uber.

You made it to the resort five minutes before your shift was due to end. Positioning yourself against the wall outside the locker room, you waited for Pietro.

You noticed him before he noticed you. Although he didn’t have a lifeguard uniform, he had taken his shirt off, and a whistle was hanging around his neck. It was resting on the smooth, pale skin between his pecs. When he saw you, he did a double take.

“What are you doing back here?” he asked. His eyes darted down to your cleavage for a split second, and then back up to your face.

“Do you wanna go out for a drink?”

“I…” He blinked at you. “What?”

“I just found out that my boyfriend of four years has been cheating on me for God knows how long. So do you wanna go get a drink?”

He stared at you. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Don’t make me wait too long,” you said, dropping your voice into a sultry tone. “I might get bored and wander off.”

He disappeared into the locker room and re-emerged seven minutes later, dressed in a tight-blue t-shirt and jeans. His hair was dripping wet, and he smelled of cologne.

“I know a place, further down the beach,” he said. “They do good cocktails.”

You looped your arm through his. His bicep was firm under your hand. “Lead the way.”

When you reached the beach, you had to remove your shoes, because you didn’t trust your ability to walk in heels. The sand was warm and pleasant between your toes.

Pietro was uncharacteristically quiet as you walked down the beach together. He had always been flirtatious with you, but now that you were practically throwing yourself at him, he didn’t have anything to say. It was enough to make you doubt yourself. Maybe he’d never really been interested in you at all. Maybe he just liked to flirt, and since you had a boyfriend, he could flirt with you with no risk of it going any further.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, prinţesă?” asked Pietro, noticing the drawn expression on your face.

“N-nothing,” you stammered, all semblance of suaveness forgotten. “I’m just nervous, I guess. Overthinking.”

“There’s no need to be nervous, prinţesă. It’s just me.” He gave you a lopsided smile, and your heart skipped a beat.

Maybe this was a terrible idea. You had never been one for casual hook-ups. What if all he wanted was a one-night stand and he left you wanting more? You tried to push that thought down. You would cross that bridge when you came to it.

Pietro led you to a little bar on the beach. You let him order for you, so he returned with two glasses of what he informed you was Sex on the Beach. He winked at you as he said it, and you felt some of the pressure release in your chest.

You clinked your glass against his and then took a long sip of the drink. Setting it down, you felt Pietro’s hand on your wrist. He smoothed his fingers over the skin of your palm, coaxing you into letting him hold your hand.

“Why did you invite me out tonight, prinţesă?”

“I already told you, my boyfriend-”

“I don’t mean that.” He shook his head. “I mean why me? Surely you have lots of friends you could be lamenting with right now.”

“Because you’re beautiful.” The words just slipped out. You had meant to say something along the lines of ‘because you’re hot’ or ‘because I want you to put your tongue inside me’, but instead, you said beautiful. Pietro’s cheeks were turning particularly rosy, which was gratifying, at least. “And you’re kind to me. You protected me earlier, when that guy was being a creep.”

“Anyone would’ve done that,” he said, looking down at his drink. “I’m just the person who was there.”

“Bullshit.”

“If you say so.”

“I don’t know if Andy would’ve done anything.” That was probably an unfair assessment. He probably would’ve done something, but he would’ve been angry for the wrong reasons. “When I told him what happened he seemed more upset that you were the one who rescued me than he was that someone had groped me. He always felt threatened by you. Like he was afraid I was going to cheat on him with you.”

Pietro huffed out a laugh. “Fuck that guy.”

“Yeah. Fuck him.”

As you moved onto your second round of drinks, you made the conscious decision to drop the topic of Andy. Maybe at some point, this had all been about him, but it wasn’t anymore. Tonight should be about you and Pietro, and you weren’t about to let your stupid ex ruin it.

Talking to Pietro was easy, especially now that you were allowed to flirt back. He was sweet and funny and your skin tingled every time he touched you.

With your third round, you shared some French fries, and when you were done, he asked if you wanted to stay here or move onto somewhere else.

“Come home with me?” you’d suggested, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Fuck. Yeah, okay.”

You held hands as you walked back up the road to your apartment building. Pietro filled the silence, tipsy and cheerful, and you were content just to listen to him talk.

At the door to your apartment, you were very aware of his presence behind you. His breath ghosted over the back of your neck, making you shiver. You let yourself in.

Your cat was curled up on the couch, and Pietro beelined for her, sitting down beside her and scratching at her chin.

“Hello, beautiful,” he cooed as she laid her chin in his palm. “What’s their name?” he asked, turning to you. You grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and tugged him in to kiss you.

His hands went to your waist immediately, pulling you closer to him. You broke apart for just a moment, resting your forehead against his.

“Her name is Millie,” you said, and then you kissed him again.

You ended up in his lap, straddling his thighs and smearing lipstick across his face. No matter how much you pushed and pulled on each other, the spaces between you felt too big. Your fingers tangled into his hair and he let out a low moan that sent a shockwave of heat up your body.

“You like that?” you murmured.

“Shut up.” He flipped you over, pressing you down into the sofa. Your heart was thudding at how easy it was for him to do so. You smoothed your hands up his arms as he buried his face into your neck.

You were feeling amped up, but Pietro seemed to want to take it slow, so you let him kiss your neck languidly, carding your fingers through his hair. The weight of his body on top of you, the gentle smacking of lips and the subtle graze of teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck had you aching for him.

“Pietro,” you whined. “Stop teasing me.”

He pressed his crotch against yours, letting you feel how hard he was. You let out a little groan. “Bedroom?”

You hesitated. The bedroom was where Andy and that woman had been just hours ago. On the other hand, what better revenge was there than fucking Pietro in the bed you and Andy had shared so many times?

You nodded and let him pull you to your feet. Hand in hand, you led him to your bedroom. Tentatively, you lay down on the bed, and Pietro climbed on top of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, going back to kissing your neck. “I want to taste you. Can I go down on you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Y-yeah, okay. Please.”

He gave you another lopsided smile and began to kiss his way down your neck. Your dress was already bunched up around your thighs, so it didn’t take much for Pietro to push it up a little further, revealing your lace panties.

“These are pretty,” he said, hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“I wore them for you.”

“Well, I better show you how much I appreciate them, then.”

A choked off gasp escape your lips as his tongue pressed against you through the fabric. He tongued at your clit, drawing little moans from deep within you. As he slid them to the side and pressed his tongue directly onto your clit, you grasped his hair again, trying to pull him closer.

He kept his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you fast against his face as his tongue flicked lazily over your most sensitive parts.

“Why don’t you play with those titties for me, pretty girl?”

Breathlessly, you pushed the front of your dress and your bra down, revealing your breasts. You squeezed them, moaning at the feeling.

“Mm, good girl,” said Pietro. He let go of one of your thighs so that he could play with your clit while he pressed his tongue into you. You pinched your nipples, relishing the tingling sensation that was building inside you. “I could stay down here all night, prinţesă. Just playing with your pretty little pussy, making you cum over and over. Would you like that, prinţesă?”

“Pietro,” you whimpered, grinding back down against his face. “Feels so good.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”

Your head tipped back against your pillow, and you let the sensations wash over you. Your thighs were draped over Pietro’s shoulders, your toes curling against his back as a deep moan escaped your lips.

He kept going until you pushed him away, oversensitive and sore.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck,” he agreed.

With insistent, needy hands, you tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, which he stripped off with little fanfare. Your hands went straight to the bulge in his shorts, groping him through them. He moaned and let his head tip back.

As you pulled down his shorts and underwear, his cock sprang up, lying flat along his stomach. He kicked them off the rest of the way, and you pulled him in for another kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips. You might’ve been embarrassed if he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself so much. Your hands were all over him, skimming over the firm lines of his abs and coming to rest against his pecs.

“Lay down,” you said, pushing him back against the pillows. He obliged, giving you a hazy smile as he did so. You situated yourself comfortably between his legs. As you grasped his cock firmly in one hand, his head tipped back against the headboard with an audible thunk.

You licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock, tonguing at the head. His hand cupped your neck, and he met your eyes.

It was a beautiful sight. His pupils were blown, his hair wild, his abs rising and falling with every shallow breath. You sucked his cock, chasing every little gasp and moan you could draw from him.

You shifted down and tried to take as much of his balls into your mouth as you could. He let out a half-gasp, half-moan and pushed you gently away.

“Prinţesă, I need you. Can I fuck you?”

You pulled back and started to crawl over him. Your knees were either side of his chest as you reached for the nightstand and rooted around in the drawer.

“Here,” you said, passing him a condom.

He touched the hem of your dress. “I want to see all of you. Can you take this off?”

“Yeah, okay.” You tugged it off over your head and then discarded it over the side of the bed. You gave your panties the same treatment.

He slipped the condom on and then reached for you. You came to him willingly, straddling his lap.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, sliding his hands from your hips up to your breasts.

You felt your face heating up again. Instead of responding, you lined his cock up with your entrance and then slid yourself down onto it.

He was a little bigger than you were used to, so you took it slow, inching your way down him. He clutched at your hips, murmuring sweet encouragements to you as you went.

Once you were fully seated, you guided his hands from your hips back up to your breasts, and began to move.

Pietro was squeezing your breasts hard enough that you were sure they’d be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care. In fact, you kind of liked that idea. You rocked up and down, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck…” he groaned as you took him deeper. “You feel so good.”

His hips moved with you, fucking up into you. You dug your fingers into his pecs and closed your eyes, letting your body take over.

Suddenly, Pietro was rolling you onto your back again without ever sliding out of you. He hooked your ankle over his shoulder and pressed down, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck, Pietro,” you moaned, sliding your hand down between you to rub your clit. You were close.

He kissed you, swallowing your moans. You reciprocated by catching his lip between your teeth. He swore loudly again and pushed your hand out of the way, rubbing your clit for you.

With one of his hands firmly squeezing your breast and the other strumming over your clit, you moaned out his name as you came.

“Fuck, fuck, that feels so good,” he said, feeling you clench around him, and then he collapsed on top of you, softening cock sliding out of you.

You cupped his chin and dragged him in for another kiss. You held each other like that for a long moment, lips pressed together and limbs entwined. When you broke apart, he didn’t go far. He settled down with his face pressed into your collarbone, wrapping you in a full-body hug.

You carded your fingers through his hair. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”

Pietro chuckled into your neck. “I’m just trying to savour you, prinţesă.”

You exhaled. “Because this is just a one-time thing, right?”

He pulled back to look at you. His bright blue eyes bored into yours, making you feel all of a sudden very exposed. “It doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want it to be.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

To your immense displeasure, he sat up, pulling away from you. You pulled the corner of the duvet up, covering your chest, and sat up too. He wasn’t looking at you.

“I thought you didn’t ‘do’ relationships,” you said. “I’ve never seen you go out with a girl more than a couple of times.”

He smiled a sad smile. “Just because I wasn’t interesting in dating any of those girls doesn’t mean I don’t want a relationship.” You blinked at him. He sighed. “I didn’t want just anyone. I wanted you.” Your mouth fell open. “I spent years of my life pining over a girl who had a boyfriend. How pathetic is that?” He snuck a glance at you. “And now we’re here, and you want me, but only because you’re trying to get revenge on your shitty ex. And I’m here because if one night with you is all I get, then I’ll take it.”

“Pietro…” You took his hand in yours. Your heart was pounding. “I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault.”

“Maybe. But I’m sorry anyway. I’m sorry I wasted my time with Andy when I should’ve been with you.” Pietro’s jaw dropped. You continued, “Can we start again?”

“What?”

“You and me.” You took his hand in yours. “Just two single people who want to go out with each other. No Andy. No one-night stand. No revenge. Just us. Forget about everything else.”

He turned his head towards you, staring down into your eyes. When he kissed you this time, you wrapped your arms around his neck, half-straddling his thigh.

“I’d like that,” he said when you broke apart.

The two of you stayed up most of the night talking and touching each other, fondling and fucking. When you finally drifted off to sleep, sunlight was starting to peek around the curtains.

*

You awoke some time after midday to a harsh rapping on your front door. For a brief moment, you were disoriented, an unfamiliar arm curled around your waist, but then you remembered the previous night.

Pietro let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. You made a frustrated noise and got to your feet, pulling on a dressing gown.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” you said, speed-walking to the front door. You almost tripped over Millie as you did so, and she let out an annoyed meow. “Sorry, baby.”

The knocking got louder. You had no idea what was so urgent. It was your day off, and you had wanted to spend as much of it as possible in bed with Pietro.

You opened the door to the extremely unwelcome sight of Andy, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He stared at you for a moment, like he’d forgotten why he was here. “Were you asleep?”

“Yes, I was asleep,” you said tersely.

“It’s nearly 2pm.” You just raised your eyebrows at him. He had always hated when you slept in, but you couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to bring that up right now. He took in your expression and winced. “I mean- I’m sorry- Can I-”

Instead of finishing his sentence, he sidled past you into the apartment.

“I didn’t invite you in,” you said pointedly.

“I know I’m sorry. I’ll only be a minute. I just came here to apologise.”

“For fucking another woman in my bed?”

He grimaced. “I mean, yeah, but… it wasn’t like that, okay? It just sort of happened. I never meant to cheat on you.”

“Oh, so it was an accident?”

Andy didn’t respond. He was staring at a point somewhere over your shoulder. You looked over to see Pietro, dressed only in boxer shorts, leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. Millie was nuzzling his leg.

“What’s he doing here?” Andy hissed, and you felt all of yesterday’s anger bubbling up again.

“You lost the right to ask me that when you fucked someone else, you fucking asshole,” you snarled. “FYI, he made me cum more times last night than you have in the last month. So get fucked.”

Andy looked from you to Pietro and back. “You really think you can rely on him? That he’s not gonna cheat on you?” he snapped. “He’ll hang around until some girl prettier than you shows up – and they will – and then he’ll leave you alone.”

Anger and pain twisted your heart up into your throat. Embarrassingly, you thought you might be about to cry, when suddenly Pietro’s warm hands were resting on your shoulders.

“You’re projecting, asshole,” said Pietro. His expression was stern. “Just because you’re a cheating bastard doesn’t mean everyone is. Now get out before I throw you out.”

Andy looked at you. You stared him down. “Get out of my apartment,” you said through gritted teeth. “And take your flowers with you. I don’t want them.”

His shoulders slumped. “Fine.”

Defeated, he walked back out into the corridor outside your apartment. He turned to you, as if to say one last thing, but you shut the door in his face.

Pietro exhaled loudly. “What a douchebag.” He approached you tentatively. You could feel the warmth of his body, even though he was inches away. Leaning back, you let him wrap his arms around you from behind.

“I know.”

He kissed your cheek. “I can still beat him up for you if you want,” he said, sliding a hand into your dressing gown.

You cracked a smile. “Thanks, babe.”

Sequel.

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff smut #pietro maximoff fanfic #aaron taylor johnson x reader

[moonlight-presence]

could you do pietro maximoff smut? i just don’t see him get enough love..maybe him being jealous because someone (could be anyone) be is being too touchy?

Better than her

(Pietro Maximoff X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Marvel- Pietro Maximoff

Relationship: Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Words: 3 041 

Summary: Pietro gets jealous of a waitress who is being too fond of you, so he decides to prove he can please you better than she ever could.

Warnings: Dom Pietro Maximoff, Jealousy, Blowjob, Doggystyle, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Crying, Use of the word slut, Hair pulling, Dirty talk, Pietro has a big dick

Translation for the Russian word:  cолнышко: little sun. 

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You stare at Pietro, his burning eyes looking straight at you with hardness. You drink the last sip of the red wine both of you ordered, and shift your gaze to meet the waitress at your side.

She has curly brown hair, near to her scalp, and almond eyes. She tilts her head at you, a big smile on her plump lips, as she hands you the bill. Pietro watches her actions with amazing precision. You already know what´s happening inside of his head but you play along nonetheless.

"Did you enjoy your food, ma´am?", she asks, her voice dripping with shameless seduction. You grab the bill and hand it over to Pietro, your eyes never leaving the waitress´ face.

"It was really good, yeah.", you reply as Pietro takes out his credit card and gestures for the waitress to take it. The dark-shinned woman doesn't seem to notice so you signal towards your boyfriend for her to notice.

"You gonna take my payment or what?", he says with a thick Russian accent. You snap your head towards him and widen your eyes but Pietro doesn´t seem to care as the waitress grabs his credit card with an annoyed expression.

She waits for Pietro to pay and then takes out the receipt and hands it to you, that big smile back on her lips. You glance at Pietro who is already getting up and then look at the woman again.

"Thank you so much for everything.", you say with sweet words as you get up. She follows you with her eyes.

"You are quite welcome...", she whispers and then places her hand on your shoulder gently. You see Pietro tensing up, his whole body feeling like a brick as the waitress hands you a piece of paper, "I would love to have coffee with you sometime... Have a nice night."

She slips her phone number into your pocket and gives you one last smile before turning around and leaving. You part your lips at the bold action and look at Pietro.

Oh boy...

"Pietro, I-"

"Save it.", he cuts you off, his hands already grabbing your body gently. You sigh and wait for him to lift you quickly, the whole restaurant doesn't have time to notice this as he starts running towards your house.

You are used to his powers but it´s still very strange so see everything in slow motion as he sprints through the city. His grip on your thighs is a bit rough but you don´t say anything.

He takes a turn and, before you realize it, you are already home in your living room. He puts you down and walks towards the kitchen in complete silence. He usually isn't this quiet and you already know that he is aching to say something.

You follow him as Pietro takes one bottle of beer from the fridge and opens it with ease. His silver hair is slightly messy from the run so he fixes it with his hand, his eyes facing the counter.

"Are we gonna talk about this or?", you ask as he takes a sip from the alcoholic drink. You are now standing next to him but he isn't looking at you like he usually does.

"There´s nothing to talk about, Y/N.", he simply states with another sip. You groan in frustration and move closer to him.

"Bullshit. Pietro, look at me...", you ask and he, surprisingly, does. You can see jealousy behind his eyes and you can´t help but feel a little bit bad about leading on the waitress... But you did love it when he was jealous.

"Are you mad at me?", you ask and he chuckles slightly but there´s no amusement behind his action.

"I don´t know, should I be?". You know he is playing games with you... Fuck.

"Oh my God, are you gonna give me a straight answer or what?!", your voice comes out a bit rougher and Pietro puts down the bottle.

"Perhaps that waitress will give you all the answers you want, uh? Why don´t you fucking dial her number and go meet her for coffee?", he asks with sarcasm. You feel your face heat up with both anger and shame.

You take out the piece of paper with her phone number from your pocket, and then rip it to pieces in front of him. He watches this but doesn´t say anything.

"I don´t give a fuck about her, alright? I am not dating her, I am dating you.", you state as you throw the pieces of paper to the floor.

"Really? Is that why you were giving her "fuck me" eyes back at the restaurant, cолнышко?", the sudden Russian nickname sends shivers down your spine but you shake them off.

"I wasn´t giving her any "fuck me" eyes, Pietro! She means nothing to me. She is nothing to me!", you scream with annoyance.

"I don´t believe you. I saw the way she was looking at you... The way she fucking touched your shoulder.", his hands move to the place where you had been touched by the woman. His hands were warm against your bare skin.

"Pietro-"

"I bet she could fuck you real good, uh? I bet she could make you scream her name, right?", he begins saying with anger, his hands moving down his body.

"N-No... That´s not true, baby.", you say with a whisper. You feel him pull you towards him, your chest hitting his with harshness.

"No? Prove it. Show me how much you want me.", you look into his eyes and feel his grip on your lower back. His body's heat is burning against yours making the whole situation ten times more intense.

You can feel his cock hardening against your belly, the bulge on his jeans getting bigger as he waits for you to do something.

You give him a small smirk and, without breaking eye contact, get down on your knees. You take your time taking off his belt, your fingers working their magic as Pietro looks at you with hunger.

You pull his jeans down, his boxers now exposed in front of your face. You finally break eye contact and look at the outline of his hard cock. The shaft is pointing towards his belly button and the tip is creating a small stain on the black boxers.

You press your palm against his shaft and he exhales through his mouth and curses in Russian. You smirk at the action and grab the hem of his shirt, your fingers slowly lifting the material to expose his silvery happy trail leading to his cock.

"Somebody's excited...", you whisper and gently squeeze his cock. Pietro let's out a dangerous chuckle and then you feel his hand grip your hair.

"You are not in control tonight, baby.", he warns and then tugs your hair a bit making you hiss. You curse at the pain and let out a small moan before nodding.

You decide to finally pull down his boxers, his cock now freed and leaking pre-cum. You lick your lips at the sight and grab the shaft, your hand hardly managing to hold all of him. You have always been amazed by how big Pietro is...

"What are you waiting for? Start sucking.", he says and then shoves your mouth against his member. You open your lips and take all of him inside, well, most of him.

You feel him moan deeply and gently buck his hips into your mouth. You try your best not to gag but it's getting difficult. You hold his hips for support as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat roughly.

"Thought you wanted to suck me off... Guess you would rather suck that waitress off, uh?", he says, and you breathe through your nose and hollow your cheeks.

Pietro curses again and pulls your hair making your head move away from his cock. You gasp for air and try to ignore the saliva that's dripping down your lips.

"Such a slut...Fuck.", he says and then pushes your head towards his cock again.

This time you are more prepared so you manage to control the whole situation much better. You start swirling your tongue around his shaft, especially the vein surrounding it, and Pietro let's out a louder moan and bucks his hips.

He grips your hair with more force and starts thrusting your head against his cock as if you were just a hole to him. You could feel your jaw aching, tears slightly covering your vision but you were determined. You wanted to please him.

You inhale through your nose and hollow your cheeks deeper, the extra suction making Pietro bite his lip. You look up at him and almost whimper at the sight- his pale cheeks are pink and his lips are flushed as he watches you with hunger.

You want to make him cum, you want to watch that pretty face twist in wave after wave of pleasure. Fuck, you really did love when he got all jealous and possessive of you.

"I bet you are loving this... You flirt with that girl and then suck me off, all in the same night. Fucking unbelievable...", he teases you with still a bit of anger. You manage a small nod and he starts thrusting faster inside of you.

You know he won't use his super speed simply because you would die if he did...However, his pace is as quick as it can get, which is quicker than most humans manage.

You can feel his muscles contracting to signal he is gonna cum. You can't breathe properly anymore, your throat is sore and your panties are getting soaked.

You start taking him deeper and then you put one hand around his balls. Pietro moans your name like prayer as you squeeze them while you lick his pulsing cock.

Suddenly the grip on your hair gets insanely tight and then you feel him stilling. You look at him and watch as he throws his head back and bucks his hips as strings of cum shoot down your throat.

You nearly choke but manage to swallow most of it as he rides away his orgasm. His thrusts start getting sloppier and soon he is pulling you away from him.

"Look at me.", he orders and you do, "Open."

You open your mouth and show him a small bit of cum you still haven't swallowed. Pietro puts his finger on your lips and slightly rubs them.

"Swallow.", and you do, gladly.

He licks his lips and then grabs your neck before pulling you up. You meet his lips and kiss him harshly, your tongues mixing. Pietro cups your clothed ass and gives it a harsh squeeze.

"Take off your clothes and put your hands on the bed, ass up.", he murmurs against your mouth. You break the kiss and nod before quickly going to do what he asked.

As soon as you are fully naked, you put your hands on the mattress and part your legs, your dripping core and ass facing the bedroom wall.

You hear Pietro walk towards you, he is no longer wearing any shoes so you guess he must have gotten naked as well.

You wait in anticipation as he puts his hands on your ass. His fingers are quite calloused but you don't mind.

"Are you this wet because of me or because of her?", he asks with a dangerous voice. You look behind you and arch your ass.

"I don't know...", you lie just to stir him up. You smirk teasingly at him but Pietro simply gives you a death stare and then a deep dark chuckle.

"You wanna play this game? Okay, let's play.", he whispers before parting your legs wider, making your muscles ache, and then rubbing the tip of his already hardening cock against your entrance.

The best thing about having sex with a superhero was that he had more stamina than a regular human. He could get hard much quicker and could fuck you for how long you wanted him to.

Pietro interrupts your thoughts with a thrust of his hips. Your mouth falls open as his cock buries itself inside of your walls. You put your face against the bed and moan his name as Pietro starts fucking you.

You gasp at the sudden action and grip the sheets as your boyfriend picks up the pace. His cock is nearly hitting your stomach, your clitoris being stimulated by the roughness as he hits your g-spot with amazing precision.

He knows exactly how to please you and that can be dangerous. Well, not really dangerous, more like exciting.

"Oh fuck... Fuck, fuck.", you moan as he grabs your hips and starts matching your body to his thrusts.

"You like that?", he asks as his balls smack against your folds.

"Yeah...Feels so good.", you moan as your heart nearly explodes inside of your chest. Sweat is starting to drip down your back, your arms aching a bit because of the awkward position.

"You think she could make you feel this way? You think that girl could make you this fucking wet?", he growls and you shake your head, your eyes leaking a bit and your lips parted with pleasure.

"Answer me!", he shouts with another harsh thrust. You whimper and try to breathe in.

"N-no... You are the only one who does this to me. Baby, you feel so good.", you tell him making Pietro groan and curse under his breath.

You feel him grab your right thigh and lift it slightly. Your chest rises from the mattress, your hands nearly lifting too as he puts your foot on the bed. Your other leg is still on the floor.

You moan at the new angle making Pietro thrust deeper. You feel the bed sink as he puts one leg on the bed, his body now sideways as he guides you into the new position. This new shift makes his cock go deeper into you, and you cry out as you feel that sweet high of pleasure almost exploding inside of you.

"Fucking take it. Take all of my cock like a good girl.", he teases and the nickname almost makes you cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... I wanna cum. Oh my God... Your cock feels so good inside of me, baby.", you moan breathlessly.

"Yeah? You gonna cum?", he asks and you nod rapidly. He digs his fingers into your waist and you cry out at the pain.

"Cum for me, slut.", he says and you shut your eyes and let yourself be taken by pleasure.

Your whole body starts shaking, your legs almost giving in as waves of pleasure rush through you. Your mind feels foggy and you moan loudly his name over and over again, his cock guiding you through your orgasm.

You let your arms fall down and then your chest hits the bed. Pietro stops thrusting as you come down from your high. You feel so fucking good but exhausted too.

"Was that good?"

"Y-yeah...", you whisper, and then Pietro rubs your sweaty back and starts thrusting again making you widen your eyes.

"Then cum for me again.", he says as he picks up the pace. You feel tears drip down your cheeks as your abused clit occasionally throbs with immense pleasure.

It feels really intense, way too intense, like your body is trying to build up any sort of energy to cum again. You aren't sure if you can but you don't want to disappoint Pietro... Especially because his hard cock is already pulsing inside of you.

"She could never make you cum like I do... You are mine. I am the only one who gets to see you like this. You hear me?!", he asks with deep moans.

"Y-yes... Yours... Pietro...", you say with small whimpers. He starts thrusting harder and harder, his chest heaving with every movement.

"Cum for me. Come on, cum all over this cock. Fucking do it.", he encourages and you shut your eyes and feel a new strange wave inside of you.

You part your lips and start moaning loudly, maybe too loud but you don't care. Your walls start convulsing, your whole body numb with the new sensation as you feel a new rush of pleasure run through you.

You can't hear anything or see anything. Pietro stills inside of you and then his cum fills you adding an extra feeling to the experience. Your legs give out and he grabs your body up making you stay in position.

It feels like ages before he stops thrusting, his softening cock slipping out of you. He lets your body fall on the bed and you whimper and feel something drip down your thighs. Did you... No way...

"Fuck... You squirted all over me, baby...", Pietro whispers as he lays down next to you.

You roll over onto your back and look at him with tired eyes. You can't believe you actually squirted... All because of him and his jealousy.

"Fuck...That felt so fucking good.", you whisper and Pietro chuckles and kisses your sweaty forehead.

"Don't ever try to make me jealous again, you hear me?", he says with an amused voice. You chuckle and look at his eyes.

"It's quite funny, though...", you tease making him roll his eyes playfully.

You bury your head against his chest and close your eyes, your body too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

This night is one to remember...

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[hearts4court]

me when y'all send in requests:

Hey, y'all!

Y'all should totally send in some marvel requests! Go look at my masterlist and send a request in for a character!🙈

smut, fluff, or angst, it doesn't matter!!

Also just a heads up i will be changing my master lists up during my winter break, so watch out for that!

my winter break: 20/12/23—4/1/24!

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

(18+) horny brainrot & hcs about the men I write for..

includes: bucky barnes, matt murdock, miguel o’hara, moon boys, peter quill, pietro maximoff, spencer reid, tangerine

fem!reader, mdni

cw. mentions of edging, blow jobs, dry humping, cock warming, oral (f receiving) fingering/ clit play, pinv sex

bucky barnes: likes to eat you out after you've had a bad day. he likes to listen to you try to formulate words describing the details of your day while his tongue flicks over your clit - the feel making your mind blank and hazy. he loves listening to you restart your sentences over and over and over because you keep cutting yourself off with noises - with moans

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matt murdock: he knows the moment just as you're about to let go. he listens to your body, to your heart - listens to it pick up in rhythm, to it pump wildly just before that moment. he listens to your breathing stagger and heighten, listens to the change in your body, to your muscles seize and tense. though that's all he lets you feel. he snatches himself away just as you're about to cum - pulling away his cock or tongue or fingers, not allowing you that sweet moment of release. he plays with you, endlessly working you up until you're just shy of your orgasm, then yanks himself away - listening to you whine and protest, panting wildly. he tells you he'll be nice on you and let you cum, but it'll be the same story again. working you up impossibly more, leaving you on the cusp of your high

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miguel o'hara: he won't always fuck you with the full length of his dick. sometimes, he's just too much for you to take, so you have to satiate your need with just the tip of his cock. he'd keep his fat head wedged snuggly inside you, not moving or giving you any friction you desperately need. only placing his thumb over your clit, circling it slowly as he essentially uses his tip as a plug. he'd look down at you almost pitifully, cooing at you when you'd pout and whine, trying to take more of him. but he won't allow it - placing a large hand on your hip, stilling you as he continues to toy with your clit

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moon boys: they make you wear a blindfold while they take turns fucking you. you have to figure out who is fronting solely by their touch - no talking, no communicating, no nothing. you have to differentiate them by their strokes and rhythm, by the way they fuck you, by how they touch and caress you. they don't like being mistaken for one another, so you best not guess wrong - they won't be so lenient with you

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peter quill: a lazy, heated makeout in bed under the covers. both wearing comfy, cozy underwear, quill hovering atop, your legs wrapped around his hips - keeping him snug to you. kissing each other carnally, all slow and sloppy, breathy muffled moans into one another's mouths as he nudges his clothed chub-on on your pussy. leisurely winding his rock-hard cock against the pit of heat between your thighs. one hand on your throat deepening the kiss, the other holding your hand beside your head

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pietro maximoff: before you both get down and dirty one night, he'd pull out a deep, dark red lipstick from his nightstand, asking you to put some on before you suck him off. he loves to see the red kisses scattered along his chest and stomach - your lipstick marks littered over his pale skin as you work down to settle between his thighs. he'd smear the red over your mouth, his thumb dragging over your slightly bruised lips - smudging the lipstick around. he keeps his eyes glued on you the whole time, watching the way your mouth wraps around his cock, leaving a messy red ring at the base - streaks running up his shaft

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spencer reid: enjoys the intimacy of touch during sex. loves the feeling of your fingers in his messy curls, your hand soft and gentle on his face as his cock rocks into you. it would all be slow and sweet - the encounter so leisured and unrushed. the steady wind of his hips into yours and the warmth of each of your hands on one another faces, creating a beautifully tender moment

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tangerine: loves to play with your cunt while he's sat behind. you'd lean into him against the headboard, your back resting against his chest, one of his arms tightly wrapped around your middle, the other between your thighs. he'd extend his neck, reaching around to kiss up the side of your throat, peppering your skin in soft, light kisses as he lazily rubs over your clit. middle and ring finger leisurely circling over the swollen nub. just him mindlessly toying with you as he kisses your cheek, whispering sweet words into your skin as he palms your tits with his spare hand

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had some of these ideas floating around for ages, but never done anything with them—so finally finally wrote about the brainrot that’s been eating me up

added bucky and reid mar 5th

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[memphisnovels]

Evermore

Chapter 20. Cherry

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Hi friends! Apologies for the wait on this chapter but I hope you enjoy nonetheless <33

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Pietro and Nadia being Pietro and Nadia, some spice (only a little: like half a chili pepper), cursing, jealous Pietro.

The sound of running water filled my ears before I turned off the bathroom tap, drying my hands and face. When I put the towel down Pietro was leaning against the doorframe signature smirk across his lips.

“What?”

He shook his head, pushing off the wall to approach me. His hands braced on the counter, and he pulled us both forward so that I was pressed between him and the vanity. I could feel his breath on the side of my face as he leaned down toward me. He pressed a kiss to my cheekbone before turning my face by the chin to look at him. “This is all I can think about.” Before I could respond he was planting a scorching kiss against my lips, pressing me more firmly to the bench. The warmth that was always emanating from his body pressed into my back through the fabric of our clothes as he kissed down my neck, nipping at my shoulder. I leaned my head to the side giving him better access. Pietro’s hands squeezed my hips, one moving to the front to fiddle with the hemline of my t-shirt. My heart was racing as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, smoothing across my stomach and up my ribs to rest just below my bra. “Is this what you want?” He murmured against my ear as I threw my head back. “You want me to touch you?” I felt incapable of words then. Pietro turned me to face him swiftly before lifting me and slipping me onto the bench behind us, his body pressed to mine as he stood between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Prinţesă.” In a moment of confidence, I lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it across the room and grabbing his hand to place it over my heart that was thrumming in my chest. He moved impossibly closer, his hand sliding to cup my breast over my bra, his lips were on me again almost instantly, trailing wet kisses down my collarbone and sternum.

“I want- I want…” He spread my legs, falling to his knees between them and that was when I woke up, launching upright in bed and clenching the duvet to my chest. “What the fuck?” I muttered to myself running a hand through my hair. I could not believe I had just dreamed that I must have been going insane. Try as I might it seemed impossible to part with the images that had invaded my slumber, a cold shower didn’t even do the trick.

I resolved that perhaps a run was in order to clear my head. Dressed and prepared to head off, I yanked the door to my room open rushing swiftly into the hall only to walk directly into someone. The collision almost had me stumbling but two warm hands holding my upper arms righted me. Pietro smiled sweetly at me and apparently that was enough to set my heart racing. “Good morning, Nadia, wherever are you off to in such a rush?” I swallowed hard as I looked at him, his hair was damp as though he’d just gotten out of the shower, he wore a blue and white crewneck sweatshirt, and it was enough to make me lightheaded. I was irritated, to say the least at my body’s ridiculous reaction to him.

“I… was going to go for a run.” It was quiet and didn’t sound anything like me. He furrowed his eyebrows a little.

“Is everything alright?” I nodded quickly, side-stepping him with a clenched jaw. The soft look in his eyes was too much to bear right now. “Liar.” He snickered, following closely behind me. “What’s wrong?”

I shrugged, not looking back at him but apparently that wouldn’t fly with him. He took ahold of my wrist gently, spinning me to face him and taking a step closer. I sighed exasperatedly. “Nothing’s wrong, really, I’m just tired.” I managed a little smile to appease him, though it came easier than I’d expected. It faltered, however, when he moved ever closer. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, the corner of his lips upturned in the whisper of an earnest smile. He leaned down and kissed me softly, just once before pulling away. I leaned up, chasing his lips with my own and kissing him again.

“So, I’m assuming we’re still on the same page about the boyfriend, girlfriend thing?” My smile returned, brighter now as I nodded at him. “Good, glad we cleared that up.” His lips were on mine once again and I breathed a laugh against them. “You’re going for a run?”

I said yes.

He hummed. “Okay, I’ll come with you.” I tensed slightly, images of him pressed against me flickered through my mind. “… Or I don’t have to if you don’t want?”

God why was he so fucking considerate?!

“No, I do want you to!” I almost cringed at my words. Pietro raised an eyebrow at me. “I do want you to come with me.”

“You’re being very strange.” He hadn’t let up on me. From the door of my bedroom and the duration of our run he’d pestered me, encouraging me to tell him what was bothering me. “Please, draga mea.” My darling. I only ran faster. A streak whirled past me before stopping in my path. Pietro crossed his arms over his chest, watching me expectantly. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Tell me what’s going on.” He spoke firmly.

My hands fell over my hips, and I narrowed my eyes at the man before me. “I told you nothing is going on.”

That little smart-ass smirk made a home on his lips, and he took a step closer to me. “And I think you’re full of shit, so let’s try it again.”

“Or what?” I bit back. “What will you do?”

My sass had his smirk doubling in size, his eyes narrowing for a moment, before flickering down to my hands that remained settled on my hips. He crossed the space between us, stopping right in front of me. “What would you like me to do, Prinţesă?”

The moment he spoke that word my heart skipped, mind unable to stop thinking about his lips all over me. I dug my fingers into my sides, attempting to steel myself.

“You’re pissing me off.”

“Par for the course at this point, and you’re the one who wanted to be my girlfriend so...” He shrugged, eyes dipping to my lips momentarily. I couldn’t handle this proximity. There was the slightest sheen of sweat on his forehead and his hair had become tousled by the wind, falling a little messily around his eyes. “Tell me.” He urged yet again.

“Jesus Christ, Pietro! I just had a strange dream, alright?!”

He looked indescribably pleased with himself. “Okay.” He nodded. “Was it about me?” The tone he took was nothing if not teasing, an attempt to rile me up, lighten the tension but my brain seemed content to short-circuit the moment he’d spoken those words. My unwitting hesitation certainly did not go unnoticed by him and before I could defend myself, he was speaking again. “Oh my god, it absolutely was!” He was positively beaming at me then.

“No! No, it had nothing to do with you, idiot!”

“Was it dirty? What was I doing in the dream? Was I as handsome as I am in real life?” I groaned, pushing past him and picking up my pace again. “You’re going to have to run faster than that.” He appeared before me again, running backward so he could continue to taunt me. “Walk me through it, play-by-play, spare no detail. Was it the first time you’d dreamt of me? It must have been some dream for you to be acting so weird after.”

I shook my head, settling on ignoring him now. This only seemed to please him though, there was no winning here. He put his hands out to stop me once more. I rolled my eyes heavily, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m getting sick of this conversation very quickly.”

“Okay, okay, just one more question and I’ll drop it.”

“Fine! What?” I asked exasperatedly.

“What were we doing in your dream?”

His voice dropped as he spoke; I swallowed heavily feeling a little light-headed. This was not okay, I wasn’t about to let him have all the power so I shifted gears, letting my weight fall to one hip and closing the distance between us, moving to my tip toes so I could brush my lips over his. His breathing stuttered a little and I could feel his heart racing as my hand landed on his chest. “I could tell you. Or…” I placed one small peck on his lips, pulling back just a little to see his eyes closed, lips chasing mine. “I could show you.” His lips parted and his hands found my hips.

“Nadia.” He leaned forward to kiss me, but I pulled back out of reach, prompting his eyes to open. He furrowed his eyebrows at me. “What-”

“One more question and you’ll drop it, right? Isn’t that what you said?” A look of utter betrayal and indignation crossed his features then, but I was running off before he could utter anything else.

I was laughing the whole way back to the compound, ignoring the streak the shot passed me partway back. When I arrived, Pietro stood on the grass, waiting with his arms crossed. “That was not very nice.”

“Well, you were the one who wanted to be my boyfriend.” I taunted, feigning a pouty face at him as I walked by.

“Oh, I see, you think you’re very funny.”

I walked into the kitchen with Pietro hot on my tail. The smell of cinnamon and freshly baked goods overtook me the moment I stepped into the room. Vision stood behind the counter, a baking tray in his hands. “Good morning, Nadia and Pietro.” He placed the tray down to reveal cinnamon rolls as he poured frosting over. I furrowed my eyebrows watching the strange man intently. “Would you like to try one?” He offered, looking back up at me and placing one of the desserts on a plate which he inched toward me.

“These are insanely good, Vis,” Sam spoke from the table, throwing the last bite of his roll into his mouth. I hesitantly approached the counter, inspecting the food before picking it up. It smelled divine but the idea of eating something baked by the peculiar humanoid creature before me was a little off putting. Before I could take a bite Pietro leaned over me, demolishing half the roll in a single mouthful. I narrowed my eyes at him as he grinned back, licking the icing from his lips slowly.

“You are pushing it,” I warned the silver-haired man who merely snorted in response.

“Ah, young love.” Tony sighed entering the room and stealing a cinnamon roll from the tray.

I bit into mine soon after, shocked by the explosion of flavor on my tastebuds. “Jesus that’s good.” I stuffed the cinnamon roll into my mouth before Pietro could steal anymore. “Do you even eat; how do you know how to bake?”

“I have no need to consume nutrients in the way humans do, though, I can simulate the ‘eating’ action if it would make you more comfortable.” There was silence between us for a moment as I stared blankly at him, unmoving. “And I used the internet to learn the recipe for these.”

“Okay.”

I turned around stiffly, wandering over to the table where Natasha sat, Pietro heading off to pester his sister. Approximately the second I sat down Nat was laying out possible options for what I would wear to the gala.

“There’s a strip of boutiques about a 30-minute drive from here, we can head over later today to have a look.” I nodded, taking a sip of my juice. “Also, I invited Wanda,” Natasha spoke so quickly that her words almost jumbled into one. I choked on my drink, coughing violently, and taking another sip to ease the discomfort. The look I gave her would have had a lesser woman cowering, but she didn’t even flinch under my glower. “Oh, do not even act like that, Nadia. I know you too well to be fooled by this whole act, you don’t hate her and I’ve had enough of the division, the girls need to stick together.”

I rolled my eyes, letting my head fall back with an exasperated sigh. “Why must you force the high road on me so often.”

…

The dress I selected was crisp white satin, one shoulder, with a slit that rose up to the apex of my thigh. Natasha shoved a pair of matching elbow-length gloves into my hands and would not hear any protest on the matter. Wanda and I had exchanged barely a sentence with one another on the drive here, it was strange. I didn’t really know what to say to her, how does one begin the journey to the high road? She fiddled with a sage green slip still on a hanger as I took a seat on the plush round ottoman that sat by the fitting rooms. I had felt her glancing at me from time to time as we waited for Nat to finish trying on her pile of dresses.

“Full disclosure, I know about you and Pietro.” I looked over at her then. “He didn’t tell me; I just know him too well and I might have dug around in his head a little to confirm my suspicions. Anyway, the point is, I know that you don’t exactly like me, but I think you’re good for him and his happiness is the only thing that matters to me, so I just wanted to say I’m really happy you have each other.”

“Trust is not something that comes particularly easy to me, and we did not start on a very positive foot. I don’t dislike you, Wanda, but I also don’t trust you.”

She nodded a merciful look in her eyes. “I understand, and I don’t blame you.”

“But… I am willing to start anew. What is the expression? A clean slate?” Her eyes lit up at my words, the corners of her lips upturning. “I cannot promise that I will ever trust you,” I added. “But we can try to start over if that’s what you want.”

Her expression was soft, gratitude and relief shining in her eyes. “Hi, I’m Wanda.”

I almost laughed at the gesture. This was pretty ridiculous, and I could not help but think back to the day in the shipyard. The debilitatingly traumatic memories she’d forced me to relive, the feeling of the cold concrete against my palms as I begged to leave the mind prison, she’d locked me in. The thought made me hesitate, a voice in the back of my head screaming at me to turn my back and continue the cold shoulder routine. She’d proven she couldn’t be trusted, why should I give her another chance? However, despite that, despite my reservations and distrust I silenced the voice, swallowing heavily and meeting her eyes once more. “Nice to meet you, Wanda, I’m Nadia.”

“Oh my god, you guys have got to see this dress!” Natasha called from the fitting room.

Some of us elected to stay in the city for the gala, rather than travel from the compound on the night of the event. I had no strong opinion on either option as long as we got this night over quickly and as painlessly as possible. I’d attended these fundraisers before, the cause was good and completely not what I took issue with. The part that I loathed was being forced to schmooze with the New York elite as they pretended to care about the poor and disenfranchised. The whole thing felt disingenuous, and I’d rather steer clear of it altogether, but I would have no such luck. Unfortunately for me being a public figure came as a package deal with this whole Avenger thing. I’d managed to mostly avoid it until now.

I sighed exasperatedly as I sipped from the champagne that Natasha had poured for me whilst she did my hair. “Don’t be so dramatic, it’ll be nice to have a night out, and you love the city.” I met her eyes in the mirror before rolling mine heavily.

“Why are you so set on this?”

“Because I think it will be a nice change of pace for us all. A chance to let our hair down and have a moment of normalcy.”

“In other words, you’re doing this to avoid thinking about something else… someone else?”

She pulled my hair a little harder than necessary, causing me to scowl at her reflection. She didn’t even pretend to be innocent as she glanced up to meet my eyes for a split second. Her face pulled into an expression of distaste. “And I thought you didn’t understand people.”

The corners of my lips upturned, and I shrugged a little. “I don’t, I just know you.”

She shook her head, remaining quiet for a long while. I watched her as she continued pinning and fiddling with strands of my hair. “Fury said they got a ping off the quinjet. It gives a radius of where its last location was. It could be a lead.”

“But?”

“He left for a reason, Nads, I’m not sure going after him wouldn’t be purely selfish.” I nodded slowly, taking a beat to process her words. I didn’t really know what the solution was, what would make her happiest in the long term because part of me wanted to tell her to throw logic to the side and go after him but the other part of me agreed with what she was saying. Going to find him when he obviously wanted to be alone may not have been the best course of action, but in the same breath I didn’t want her to get stuck in time; unable to move forward because she was too caught up. “So maybe we just wait him out? Circle a date some time from now and if there’s still no word from him by then we go find him.” She placed a hand on my shoulder for a second, still looking down at my hair, but I knew she’d heard me. “I heard you and Wanda talking at the boutique.” She unraveled the strand of hair she’d been curling. “It was nice what you did, very unlike you, but nice.”

“You don’t think I’m nice?” A cheeky grin spread across my lips as I met her eye in the mirror.

She breathed a laugh. “Truthfully, I think that you’re a little sweetheart who likes people to think she’s heartless. That being said, clean slates aren’t really you’re thing.”

“No, they’re not.” I watched her as she began to pin strands of hair back into a curly updo. “Perhaps I’m going soft.” I teased.

“Or someone has proven to you that it is okay to be a little more open.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Okay, enough of the mushy, deep, and meaningful shit I beg it’s beginning to make me sick.”

“Yeah, definitely not getting soft.” She hummed gesturing that she was done with my hair. I checked her handy work in the mirror nodding approvingly at the hairstyle. “Jesus, you look good, it’s really very difficult to get ready around you when you look like that.”

“Oh, shut up, look at yourself, woman.” She glanced in the mirror nodding as if she saw my point and smoothing her hands down her black dress. I giggled at her antics, adjusting the buckle of my shoe and doing one final check of my outfit before approaching the door.

When the elevator doors opened the first thing I saw was the back of his head, silver hair neatly styled atop. The second my heels clicked against the ground he spun around to face me, stiffening almost instantly. My heart rate spiked as his eyes traveled down to my feet before dragging ever so slowly back up my form, before finally meeting my gaze, eyebrows raised, and lips parted. He looked like something out of a dream; literally. He was in a midnight blue tuxedo that fit him like a glove. I’d never seen him so dressed up before I realized. I liked it… a lot. Words did not come easily to me as I watched him approach at a glacial pace.

“I don’t think I should kiss you right now.”

“Why?” The word was out before I could stop it, breathy and quiet.

His lips upturned at my tone, though that glint remained present in his eyes. “Because if I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

I couldn’t bite back the smile that was forming across my lips. My fingertips slid down his forearm, intertwining with his as I moved to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I like you’re suit.”

The drive to the venue consisted of both of us stealing glances at each other and smiling at our laps like school children. As much as I found it absurdly childish behavior – I couldn’t seem to stop. “So, what exactly is a gala?” He finally spoke up.

I rolled my eyes at the reminder. “It’s like a charity, fundraiser thing.”

“Is that not a good thing?” I shrugged at his words. “Why do you hate the idea so much.”

“In theory, yes, it’s a good thing. In practice, it’s an antiquated ceremony for the wealthy to talk about how good of people they are.” One side of his mouth lifted with amusement. “And besides, I hate most things, so it’s not exactly a high bar.”

“Not me though.” He teased, rolling his head on the headrest to face me. I raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t hate me… you like me too much.” My eyes rolled again, though a little smile broke out across my lips.

The chandelier hung in the center of the room painted the walls in a yellow glow. Pietro scanned the quickly filling room as we entered, though he seemed more interested in the art that hung from the walls rather than the company. I turned to him then. “If I’m going to get through this, I’m going to need hard liquor.”

He laughed at my words. “I’m going to use the toilet; I want to know if it’s as fancy as the rest of this place.”

I shook my head, breathing a laugh as I split from his side and approached the bar. “Scotch on the rocks please.”

The bartender nodded, beginning to pour ice into a crystal glass.

“I just worry about the detriment to the city, isn’t giving the money just encouraging laziness that leads to homelessness in the first place.” I scanned the men who stood just a few paces from me. Balding, middle-aged, Rolex on their wrists.

I sighed heavily, turning back to the bartender. “Actually, could you make it a double?”

A breathy laugh filled my ears, prompting me to glance toward the man who’d just stepped up to the bar, placing his drink down beside me. “My sentiments exactly.” He added, beginning to fold up the long cane that was in his hands. I didn’t recognize the dark-haired man peering in my direction from dark red lenses. Well, likely not actually looking, I realized putting together the context clues. I chose to hum dismissively in place of an actual response. He smiled toward the ground, evidently not put off by my cold countenance. “Not a fan of these events I take it?”

“Oh, no, I love nothing more than listening to self-important old men speak.”

The man laughed again. “I’m guessing you’re Nadia?” I narrowed my eyes at him, leaning back a little in my seat and crossing my arms. “I know Tony Stark.” He clarified. “He told me to look out for you. Well, not look, but you know what I mean.”

The corners of my lips tugged upward just slightly, a very minuscule laugh falling from me. “Oh, so he warned you about me?”

“Not exactly, he might have mentioned you were something of a cynic.”

I rolled my eyes, thanking the bartender when he placed my drink before me. “Some say cynic, I say realist.”

His smile brightened. “I’m Matt, by the way.”

“Good for you.”

Truthfully, I was expecting him to walk away at that, yet he only laughed again. I did not understand what it was about me that made others think I was interested in chit-chatting. Perhaps it was my sunny disposition, or perhaps I smiled too much. “Okay, so Tony wasn’t bluffing.” He sat down beside me. “So, realist, why are you here if you hate it so much?”

“Because I was told by a very scary redhead that I didn’t have a choice.” He snickered at my answer. “I don’t exactly hear you jumping to the defense of this particularly cruel breed of torture, so why are you here?”

“I guess you could call it networking. My law partner and I are here on behalf of our firm.”

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and turning in my seat to face him. “Why are you still talking to me?”

His eyebrows rose slightly, and a startled chuckle fell from his lips. “Maybe I’m a masochist… or maybe I just like the sound of your voice.”

“Yes, she has a very nice voice.” Pietro appeared beside me, eyeing Matt, with a tight smile across his lips.

Matt tilted his head in Pietro’s direction, lips upturned as he sipped his drink. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Matthew Murdock.” He held his hand toward a very tense man at my side. Pietro reached across me, his cologne overtaking my senses along with the warmth radiating from him, our eyes met for just a moment as he took my drink and downed it before turning back to Matt and finally shaking his hand. I looked between the two, mildly amused by the bizarre interaction.

“Pietro Maximoff.”

I raised an eyebrow at the way his voice sounded but he ignored the look. “Nice to meet you, Pietro. Nadia and I were just discussing our shared dislike of these events.” Matt said, gesturing around the room.

“Is that right?” Pietro’s hand moved to grip the back of my chair. “Well, apologies for interrupting such a fascinating conversation but I need to borrow Nadia.” Before Matt could respond, Pietro was heading toward the staircase.

I excused myself, attempting to contain my amusement as I followed the silver-haired man. He continued walking ahead of me until he reached a room off the hall of the second floor, where he pushed the door open and waited for me to enter. The room appeared to be a small lounge of some kind, with book-lined walls and a sitting area consisting of a chaise lounge and armchairs. I walked into the room, turning to watch him enter and close the door behind himself.

When he looked at me again his eyebrows were raised, and his mouth was drawn into a tight frown.

“What?”

“Are you serious?”

I sat on the arm of one of the armchairs. Easily one of the worst parts of this whole human empathy thing was caring so much what other people were upset about. I couldn’t deny though that when it was Pietro, I couldn’t stop caring. “Why are you acting strange?”

“Oh, I’m sorry were we not just in the same room? I leave you alone for 5 minutes and you’ve already got yourself an admirer.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Obviously. He was clearly flirting with you!”

I rolled my eyes at his words. “So?” I shrugged.

“So?!”

“I wasn’t flirting with him so what does it matter.”

Pietro’s jaw clenched and he paced before me. “It matters.” He shook his head; I could practically see the steam emanating from his ears. It made the tingling that was present in my belly intensify. “And you know what? It’s because of this damn dress! You look fucking devastating, of course, he’d flirt with you.”

I breathed a laugh. “Something tells me the way I look didn’t have much to do with it.”

He sent a sharp glare my way, evidently not amused. “You think this is funny?” He raised an eyebrow, stopping before me.

“Yes. Very.”

The air between us was electric as he moved closer, the corners of his lips quirking upward. “I don’t think it is.”

“Who knows Pietro, maybe it’s my dazzling personality, or innate approachability, it’s one of life’s mysteries I suppose.” I knew I was pissing him off, but that only made me want to keep going. “Why are you so mad?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re my girlfriend so I don’t particularly like the idea of some guy thinking about you in that way.”

“And what way is that?”

His chest grazed mine as he took a step forward. “The way I think about you.”

“It doesn’t matter how he thinks of me, Pietro.” The muscle in his jaw feathered but I continued before he had the chance to protest. “It doesn’t matter because I don’t think of him in that way. I don’t think of him in any way.” He didn’t seem completely satisfied with this, so I decided to give a little more of myself, lay myself slightly barer before him. “How could I? when you already occupy so much space in my brain. It’s hard to even consider other men when I’m already completely obsessed with you.”

My thumb brushed over his cheekbone, bringing him down to press my lips against his, punctuating my words, branding us both with them. We were sharing the same air as we stood there, bodies not completely flush yet warmth travelled across my flesh. “You drive me insane, Nadia.” He clenched his hands at his sides, taking a step back from me.

I asked him what he meant.

“Don’t you understand that what you just said is exactly how I feel about you? Do you know what it does to me when you tell me that you feel the same way?” He shook his head. “It’s maddening.” I swallowed heavily, watching him run a hand through his hair before turning back to face me. “And don’t think that I’m completely over the flirting thing, I’m still annoyed.”

“Oh my god, Pietro.” My hands fell to my hips. “Grow up.” The moment I’d spoken I could practically feel the band of tension begin to snap, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he moved toward me once again.

He scoffed. “Say that again.” My heart was racing, lips curving upward a little. A quiet laugh fell from me.

I repeated myself and the air between us was pure electricity.

“You know what, Nadia? I might feel better if you told me about your dream.” It all happened very quickly, I moved to shove him in the chest, a vexed expression on my face. However, before my palms made contact, he’d snatched my wrists up and pressed them against the wall above my head. My back was flush with the cold surface, the air momentarily knocked out of me. His maneuver was not particularly forceful, but the underlying context had my chest rising and falling a little faster. I glanced up at our hands, watching his fingers intertwine with mine. His lips ghosted over mine and I found myself unwittingly arching toward him, bringing a soft smirk to his lips. “Is it still funny?”

“A little.” I breathed out, still taunting even when my body felt as though it was burning up. The laugh that left him was dry, frustration evident in his tone.

When he kissed me, it felt like life or death. Like my air supply was his as well and we both needed it to survive. I pushed my body toward his and soon he got the message, moving closer, using his chest to press me flush to the wall once more. I gasped slightly against his mouth as our bodies melded together. It was bizarre, the way I felt like I was melting into him so easily, but my muscles still stiffened, my body was defensive at the touches even when they weren’t ones that I disliked. My heart was racing, thumping so hard against my chest I could feel it in my ears. The first real tug of my arms against his grip had Pietro loosening his hold and setting my hands free. One went to the back of his head, threading through his soft, silver locks, the other gripped his shoulder. I could feel one of his hands at my ribs, sliding down to my hip. It was like everything shut off for a second when his fingers slid into the slit of my dress, grazing over my thigh. I tensed so completely that Pietro pulled back, for a second the air felt too thick to swallow. He whispered an apology to me, attempting to move his hand from my leg but I caught it before he could, placing my own over his and bringing it back to my thigh. I clenched my jaw, forcing my eyes to open and let the light in once more. He was the first thing I saw. I pressed my forehead further against his, gazing into his eyes and reminding myself that I wasn’t in danger, he wouldn’t hurt me. My heart returned to the pace it had been earlier, one of keen anticipation rather than discomfort. The tension in my muscles eased and he was waiting patiently for me to make a move, an indescribable softness in his blue eyes and then it was Pietro, and I was still a little afraid, but I was okay.

“I meant it the other day when I said that I wanted you to touch me.” I dragged his hand higher up my leg, the silky, white fabric of my dress sliding upwards, revealing more of my flesh to him.

“Fucking hell.” He breathed, head dipping toward the crook of my neck, not quite touching it though. He lifted my leg to sit over his hip and I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck. When he lifted his head, his nose grazed my cheek before he planted a small kiss against my lips again. He pulled away to gaze into my eyes, leaning against me. I looked right back, seeing myself reflected in his bright, beautiful eyes. It was there; right there, that I realized it. I was completely and utterly fucked.

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Hello! Do you have any in general NSFW headcanons for Pietro Maximoff??

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okay, hear me out

sloppy kisser

but it's purposeful, of course

spit, too much tongue, all of it

the messier the kiss is lets you know how needy he is

like I said in my last post, he LIVES for oral

mostly giving, but he does love it when you go down on him as well

especially when he gets to fuck your throat and you get all slobbery and glassy eyed <3

he definitely praises you endlessly about how well you take him and how good he feels

when he finally fucks you he's almost in a trance, his head drops, and he lets out either a high moan or a low groan, no in between

he likes to grip your thighs to keep you in place as he pistons in and out of you

likes fucking you standing up the best

standing allows him to hold onto you and really take control

he lifts you up and down into his cock while you slump against him

or he presses you up against a wall and holds you up by your thighs or you wrap them around his waist

likes to suckle on and mark your tits

especially when he's feeling subby

when he is he likes it when you ride him and you purposefully sink down onto his cock slowly, driving him crazy

he likes to cum on your thighs or your tummy <3

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