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Pietro x Reader

Just some soft loving smut with the speedster, full fic linked here!

WARNING: Explicit, smut (sweet smut, but definitely smut)

He sped into the tower, only stopping once the two of us were standing in the elevator, zooming towards the Penthouse. I was still breathless as he pulled me into him in a heated kiss, his lips dancing over mine roughly. He whispered sweet nothings into my skin as he drifted over my neck, his hands roaming over my hips and waist. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he murmured over and over again as my head spun. The elevator came to a soft stop once it reached the top floor of the tower. I was swept into Pietro’s arms again as he dashed me into his room, setting me down in the middle of the floor before turning back to shut and lock the door. 

I was wordless as he turned from the door, looking back at me. He was slow again, his eyes tracing up every inch of my body as he took slow careful steps towards me. The way he was looking at me gave me a sudden surge of confidence. I turned away from him, pulling out his desk chair and sitting facing away from him. I reached up, taking off each earring and putting it on his desk, but I left my bracelet on. I felt his hands on my shoulders and I turned my head, not enough to look at him, but enough for him to see my face.

“Could you help me with my hair?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, but I felt his gentle hands stroking over my hair, finding pins and pulling them out slowly. With each pin I felt an unknown pressure release and I let out small sighs as he worked over me. As he pulled the last pin from my hair it tumbled on to my shoulders and I hummed in relief, his hands threading through my locks. 

“Thank you,” I said, standing from his desk without looking at him and walking to the center of the room keeping him behind me, and facing the bed. Turning over my shoulder again, without looking at him I asked shyly, “Unzip me?”

I heard him walk towards me, his hands appearing on my shoulders again before they traced down my back, finding the zipper at the center of my dress. I heard him suck in a deep breath as the zipper slid down inch by inch until it stopped, revealing my back and the top of my lacy blue thong. I took a shaky breath as his hands came up to my shoulders again, sliding the straps of my dress down my arms. The warm silk passed my elbows and the my fingertips as it fell to the ground. 

“Printessa,” Pietro commanded, “look at me.”

I turned in the circle of silk around my feet, coming to face Pietro for the first time since we had entered the room. His eyes met mine, lustful and paired with a soft smile, “You are so beautiful.” He brushed a stray hair away from my face and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back with fervor, reaching up to grip his jacket and pull it down his arms. Once it was off, he wrapped his limbs around me, gathering me against him, but I pulled my chest away from his, my hands working on the many buttons of his crisp white shirt, and unwrapping his arms from my body to pull that off him as well. Never breaking our kiss, which was getting hungrier by the second, I reached up again to loosen his tie and remove the fabric from his neck. His top was completely bare and I let my hands travel over the ridges of his body, over his pectoral and abdominal muscles before swiftly plunging my hand down his pants to grip his erection through his underwear.

He groaned, and gripped my wrist, pulling my hand away from his crotch. I pulled away from him for a moment, but he just pressed his forehead to mine. “This is for you, Printessa. This night is for you.” He picked me up and leaned me against the wall before trailing kisses down my body. He nipped at my hip bones before gathering the blue lace of my panties between his teeth, his eyes locked with mine, sparkling with lust and mirth as he pulled the fabric down my legs. My hands searched for purchase on the smooth wall behind me only to find nothing. In an instant his mouth was hovering over my core, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling them further apart and flattening his tongue against my clit. I moaned and my back arched against the wall, my hands having no where else to go, gripped his hair as he worked me over. His tongue was flicking and stroking everything it could reach and he nearly sent me over the edge when he thrust two fingers into my entrance, but, after feeling the tension in my walls, he pulled away completely.

I groaned in distress making him chuckle, “Don’t worry,” he got to his feet, “There will be plenty of time for that later.” I brought his mouth to mine hungrily, tasting myself on his lips and humming in pleasure when I felt his hard crotch pressed against me. Suddenly, I flipped us over so he was against the wall as we kissed, and my fingers flew over the fly of his pants. I pushed them down his legs and he toed off his shoes and socks as we kissed. I grabbed his dick over his underwear making him moan, and I smiled as I sunk to my knees.

“Draga mea, you don’t have to,” he reasoned through lidded eyes.

“I know,” I lowered his underwear to join his pants on the ground, “I want to.” I licked him from base to tip before kissing the head and running my tongue just underneath it. He shivered under my touch and I looked up at him seductively, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could and stroking the rest with my hand. I pumped him up and down, swirling my tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock and he began to come apart.

“Printessa,” he squeaked, his voice an octave higher than usual, “Stop, I won’t last.” I came off his dick with a pop and was lifted from my knees by two strong hands under my arms. Those same strong hands unhooked my bra with incredible dexterity, trowing it to the floor before throwing me on the bed. He climbed on top of me, his naked body hovering over mine.

“Are you ready?” he asked, the question laced with lust and love.

“Yes.”

Pietro pressed his lips to mine firmly, pulling away for an instant, “This may hurt, ok?” 

I nodded nervously. He kissed me harshly as he reached down to spread my legs and line himself up with my entrance. I felt the head push into me, and he stopped everything for a second, pulling back from me to watch my face. “Ready?” he asked worriedly. I nodded again fighting the discomfort of the large invasion as I prepared myself for more. He took a deep breath as he push himself inside me suddenly. I gasped and tears spilled out of my eyes as he filled me. He was there apologizing profusely as he kissed away my tears and fought the urge to move. My breathing began to return to normal as I got used to the feeling inside me and I curiously wiggled my hips against his, making him moan in pleasure. The burning feeling was ebbing and I could even feel the beginnings of pleasure pick at my core, and I could feel Pietro shaking above me as he put off his thrusts.

“Pietro,” I whimpered, “Move. Please, babe, move.” He pulled out and pushed back in with a sigh of relief. He gripped my breast and kissed me as he pumped into me and a familiar heat began to coil in my stomach. Soon the pain was completely gone and I moaned with him as he pumped into me, thrusting my hips to meet his. He went faster and faster making my head spin and I could feel him losing himself in pleasure.

“Come on, Printessa,” he panted over me, bringing a hand down to circle my clit, still thrusting into me as he used his powers to make his fingers vibrate against me. I was lost in sensation as my back arched off the bed and I came harder than I had ever cum before, screaming his name. He gripped my shoulders as he came inside me, his own orgasm pulsing through me.

We were both shaking in each other’s arms as we came down from our highs. He fell beside me on the bed, his body slick with sweat. Our breaths were labored as we looked into each other’s eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile, giddy off him. I pulled my lips up to his, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him again. I cuddled into his side, shifting my body to let him pull the blanket out from under our bodies and cover us up. His arm circled my waist and pulled me towards him. I laid my head on his chest and swung a leg over his, relaxing into his warm body.

“I love you, Pietro.”

“I love you too, Printessa.”

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Imagine: Steve finds you training and decides it's the best time to punish you

excerpt from Somewhere Between Here and There on ao3!

The sound of elevator doors opening from down the hall cut my internal monologue short as my heart leapt out of my chest. I ran to the wall and made to grab a resistance band from the rack. But the second my hand hit the hook, I could feel the cool blue eyes on my back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing the air to surround and smother the fire in my chest. I let the breath out, my panic seeping out of me and into the floor. 

In the corner of my eye, I could see his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He didn’t even bother to feign nonchalance as he leaned against the doorframe and shot his glare across the distance between us.

My panic was replaced by an icy emptiness as silence screamed through the room. 

I tried to find some nerve. “Did they send you down here with a script or are you just going to watch me?” I wanted to ignore the way Steve’s eyes narrowed at the prodding question. I muscled myself into a brave face as I turned towards him, meeting his glare with defiant indifference. “Was it Bucky or Nat?”

Steve clenched his jaw and looked at the floor. “Sam,” he answered through gritted teeth. “Said I owed him one.”

Surprise ran through me. “Sam used his DC chit for this?” 

Steve wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“You must’ve really not wanted to see me.”

“You’re damn right.” His words were clear and biting even if they were directed at the floor. His eyes moved to mine and a shiver crept down my spine. “I didn’t appreciate the way you spoke to me last night.”

My jaw clenched. “I don’t think it was undeserved.”

“Then we disagree.”

I bit back my anger. “You’ve been avoiding me.” I could see the next words on his lips, but I cut him off. “You go around kissing me and holding me and looking at me in this way that I can’t understand, and then you refuse to talk to me about it!”

“You’re right,” he snapped. “You don’t understand. And you had no right to berate me in front of my own damn team!”

“Well maybe you should listen to your team for once. They know you, they can see what’s going on!”

“And how can you know me? You don’t know my team. You’ve been gone for years!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t’ve been if you’d talked to me! If you’d been there! If I had been with you that night, I—.”

I stopped myself. My words hung heavy in the air as they sunk into our skins. I could feel the bitter taste of regret filling my mouth. I said it to hurt him and he knew it. The silence was deafening and I could feel my body start to squirm in discomfort.

He shrugged his weight off the doorframe and took slow, measured steps towards me. Stalking forward, his eyes bored into mine, but I rooted my stance in the ground and waited as he grew larger and larger in my field of view. In cold, breathless moments, he had eclipsed my vision, standing inches from me and letting waves of anger radiate off him.

I found courage I didn’t know I had as I swallowed my regret and lifted my chin at him, waiting for an answer, for a word to slip through those pursed lips. I wasn’t going to break under the stress of his anger. He wasn’t going to win.

Steve read my resolve and his eyes turned from angry to calculating. He met my level of determination as he finally turned away from me, walking further into the room and casually surveying the empty space. 

“Lets spar.”

Whiplash pounded through my neck as I threw my eyes to the back of his head.

He met my gaze again, this time with goading, arrogant eyes. “You came down here to train, didn’t you?”

My surprise melted into anger. “You can’t be serious.”

He ignored me. “You could certainly use the practice. You were sloppy on the field, everyone could see it.”

I saw red as the tall blonde turned away from me and walked towards the mat. “Don’t pretend this has anything to do with my training.” I chased him across the room. “You’re just desperate for a fight. And if you can’t get me to give into your temper tantrum, you’ll settle for throwing me into the mat!”

He stopped and turned so suddenly that my chest froze just breaths away from his. The anger was back in his eyes now, cold and menacing as he looked down at me, and the air between us retreated into my lungs. Words he couldn’t find dissipated in the inches between us before he turned, striding towards the far corner of the mat.

I swallowed hard as the air rushed out of my lungs. I watched as he took his place for the spar, his arms flexing under the thin fabric of his running clothes as he lowered himself into a fighting position. A chill ran up my spine as I followed his lead, nervously preparing myself and frantically searching for weak spots I knew I wouldn’t find. 

Our eyes met, long and lingering as we swayed in our defenses. I tried to read into his gaze, to find the moments in between the flashes of dominance. I knew they were there, flickering in the blue of his eyes. I saw the anger, that much was easy. I saw pain, sadness, frustration. And then I saw something else. Something wild, and feral, and determined.

Before he charged. 

Panic froze my system as he sped towards me. In two easy strides, he was close enough to grip me around my waist, flip me, and throw me against the ground. He twisted, pinning me, my face pressed hard against the sticky mat. I squirmed for a minute as his weight covered me. Long limbs tangling in mine as my commanding officer held me to the ground. I tapped the mat, paying the price in pride as Steve stood and walked back to his corner, a cocky ease in his gait.

I scrambled to my feet, shaking out my arms and lowering myself as he turned towards me again. His eyes, still angry, glinted with a flash of challenge. Daring me to move. 

Adrenaline coursed through me as I took the bait. I ran towards him, striking with my right hand to draw his attention as I jabbed him in the side with my left. The blow fell on marble skin. He grabbed my left wrist and twisted my arm behind me. He pulled me against him, the heat of his chest firm against my back as he pressed my arm between us.

“Come on,” he muttered in my ear. “You know how to get out of this.”

My anger flared at the condescension in the command. I twisted my right leg to hook behind his knee and he released me, by choice, fueling the fire in my heart.

Turning, I ran for him again, but he caught me. With one hand pillowing my head, he threw me back into the mat. I tried to wrestle from his hold, but strong hands captured my wrists and pulled them taunt over my head. Holding himself over me with a single arm, he trapped my legs with his. 

Our faces were inches apart as he dragged his eyes from my heaving chest up my neck. They froze for a moment on my mouth, watching the heated pants drive through my parted lips. I could see his jaw clench, his breath freezing in his chest. My breath slowed but my heart kept its rapid pace as I watched his eyes finally fall on mine. He was so close. 

He let go of my wrists and lifted himself off of me. I felt my skin go numb. He turned as he started to stand from the mat.

No.

In a desperate rage, I kicked his weight out from under him, sending him tumbling backwards. I seized my moment and jumped on top of him, pining one wrist under my right leg and the other with my left hand as I laid my body heavily across him. 

The annoyance was back in his eyes as he glared at me. “Really?” he mocked.

But I was unrelenting. I sunk my weight on top of his chest. He would feel me. He would see me. He would not leave me here unsatisfied. 

In an easy motion, he swept me off his chest, tossing me on to my back and trying to roll on top of me again, but I threw his momentum across me, letting him land back on the mat as I came up to straddle him.

I could see the frustration pumping through his body as he landed, and in an instant, he had lifted his upper body off the ground to meet mine. His right hand flew to the back of my neck, ready to fling me off him once more. 

But he didn’t. He stilled, his movement frozen in time. I could feel the tension in every part of him. In the shoulders under my hands. In the grip behind my head. In the strong thighs against my ass. There was the closeness again. The breaths that caressed each other’s skin. And the gaze that locked between us. 

His lips crashed into mine in a fury and I responded in kind.

My hands flew from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, pulling his face impossibly closer to mine as the kiss deepened. His free hand came off the mat to squeeze my thigh before moving firmly to my ass and pushing me down on to his lap.

I rocked my hips against him as I rolled my body into the kiss, pressing my chest into his. 

He sucked in a sharp breath at the friction and turned his face into my neck. His grip on my ass tightened, pushing me further and further down onto him as I ground my hips into his. His fingers moved from my neck to my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling harshly to expose my neck.

I gasped at the sensation and let my body tense as the pain rang through me. 

“You’re fine,” he growled the words into my neck and I felt something flutter deep inside me. His lips traced the whispered words, laving over my neck. Kissing and biting hard enough to mark me for the mornings to come. 

My eyes rolled back into my head as he worked gasps and moans from my lips. I rode his lap, desperate for friction and feeling him stiffen below me. Through the layers of clothes, I traced his cock with my pussy, letting my wetness seep through my pants.

“Jesus.” He groaned a prayer into my ear before trailing a kiss down my jaw and capturing my lips again. In an easy motion, he clutched me against him, lifted my weight into his arms, and laid me gently on the mat. The butterfly soft touch of the ground against my skin was in sharp contrast to the war his lips were raging against mine. 

I wound my hand into his hair and pulled him roughly away from the kiss. I stared into his eyes, my anger from before anything but quelled by the sudden outburst.

“This conversation is so not over.” I murmured as I fought the urge to sink my fingers into the muscles of his arms.

His wild eyes flashed at me, amusement behind annoyance as he lowered his face to mine, his lips ghosting a kiss over mine as he whispered: “Why do you always have to be so damn stubborn.” 

On his last word, his hips snapped into mine, the contact through our clothes making me gasp in pleasure.

Not one to waste a gaping mouth, Steve’s lips attacked mine again, open mouthed and messy. My tongue fought a losing battle for dominance, but the thrill of friction between my legs sent my mind spiraling to anything but defiance. My hands roamed over him, nailed digging into his back as I pulled at his shirt, desperate to get it off of him, to feel his skin against mine.

His hands were finally coming to claw at the unnecessary fabric when the sliding of the gym door drew both of our attention.

We were frozen in action, Steve laying heavy between my legs and me, flat on my back and panting for air when Tony had approached the automatic door. His jaw dropped at the sight of our kiss swollen lips and a childish grin was spreading across his face when—.

Thunk.

The sound of metal on skull rang through the air and Tony’s smile faded as he fell, comically stiff, to the floor. And standing behind him: Bucky, holding a newly dented fire extinguisher. 

There were footsteps in the hallway. 

“Oh good you caught up with hi—.”

Natasha’s voice faltered as she turned to see Steve and I looking at the both of them in horror. She bristled and shrugged.

“What? We didn’t even use drugs this time.”