MARVEL comfort oneshots

Pancakes - Pietro Maximoff

Word count: 1160

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The sweet smell of freshly made pancakes makes me open my eyes and blink when the light hits, creating a smile on my lips. I feel around the soft fabric of the bed's sheets letting my fingertips run through it, turning to the side, only to find that the bed is empty.

I sigh, rolling to Pietro's side of the bed and seeing one of his many pairs of sneakers on the floor. I smile. They're super worn and kind of dusty. Half of our wardrobe room consists of his sneakers.

The house is quiet, so he must be out.

Before I could grab my phone to text him, I hear some noises in the kitchen. My heart feels happy at the fact that he's home. I push myself off the bed in my fuzzy socks and step out of the bedroom to the kitchen, where he's standing while doing the dishes.

When he sees me, his eyes light up, coming towards me. He's not wearing a shirt so I come into direct contact with his body warmth when he pulls me in for a hug. I let out a quiet sigh, smiling against his chest, leaving a sweet kiss right where his heart is.

His arms hold me tight as he picks me up and places me on the counter. I giggle and hold onto his shoulders, looking into his eyes, as he steps closer and stands in between my legs. His messy hair adds to how adorable and hot he looks right now.

I run my hand through it, tugging at the roots.

"I made your favorite, Princessa," Pietro smiles proudly and I grin, leaning in and kissing him. His hands wander down my waist to my shorts and my exposed thighs. He squeezes them, making me moan quietly into the kiss.

When I finally pull back, he's smiling up at me as if he's seeing me for the first time again.

"Are you okay, Pietro?" I chuckle, caressing his cheeks and putting two fingers on his forehead to check his temperature, just in case.

"I am amazing," he still stares up at me, "although I might be a little drunk from last night."

I chuckle remembering the fun we had and look to my side to see a fresh batch of pancakes, perfectly decorated with carefully cut strawberries and powdered sugar. He knows it's my favourite and only makes it on special occasions.

"What's this for?" I ask, looking back into my boyfriend's sweet icy blue eyes.

"No big reason. I just felt like pleasing you a little more... so I called Rogers at the tower and told him that me and Mrs. Y/l/n caught the flu and have to stay home to recover quicker."

He grins up at me and I can't help but shake my head while smiling: "Mr. Maximoff, you bad boy."

He chuckles, his hands wandering up and down my thighs: "Well, I just hope that one day I'll be able to call in and say that Mrs. Maximoff  won't be coming in."

I feel my stomach turn as the butterflies flap their wings inside. The blush on my face turns me red, and I look away to hide it.

Then I look back at Pietro, who's still smiling up at me. I think to myself and finally ask:

"You're impossible to hate, you know that?" I put a grin on my face and this time it's Pietro who blushes, ultimately pulling away and stepping towards the pancakes.

"Hey," I grab his wrist, pulling him back.

"Hm?" he smiles, pecking my lips while I wrap my arms around his neck.

"We should spend more mornings together. Just us, no work stuff, no responsibilities, no clothes," I whisper into his ear.

He chuckles, leaving a kiss on my neck: "I like that idea."

I hop off the counter and walk around the kitchen island, sitting on one of the stools.

He gives me a plate with some pancakes on it, puts a bit more powdered sugar on them and drips some honey onto them.

"Any plans for today?" I ask as he sits down, biting down on one of his strawberries.

He shakes his head: "Not really. You?"

I look out the window of our apartment in New York, seeing the dark, grey, rainy day.

"I was going out with Wanda and Natasha for lunch but that's definitely cancelled, since apparently I'm sick."

He chuckles: "So you want to stay at home and do absolutely nothing except lie around and cuddle?"

I blush while looking at him, slightly nodding: "Last time we did it was at least two years ago. But are you sure you want to?"

"Of course, Princessa. Besides, this is about more than just cuddling. It's about being together, in each others' presence."

I smile at his words, feeling my heart explode in happiness.

We finish eating breakfast, and just as I was going to start doing the dishes, I feel a hand go around my waist, turning me around.

Pietro grins down at me, shaking his head: "You don't learn, do you? You're not allowed to work today, Y/n."

I blush. He leans down to whisper in my ear: "Today is all about pleasure for you."

My legs give out and he quickly pulls me up and sits me down on the counter. Then he turns around and starts doing the dishes himself.

I watch as his back muscles contract in every perfect way, his majestically sculpted bicep muscles tensing up at every movement.

He finishes doing the dishes and turns around, throwing the cloth he used to dry his hands away. Then he looks up at me, who is smiling like crazy, but trying to hold it back by biting my bottom lip.

"Oh, Princessa, the things you do to me when you bite your lip," he says in a deep voice, slowly getting closer to me.

I let my hands wander over his chest, slowly down to his abs. They're perfect. Everything about him is perfect.

I lean down leaving a kiss on his collarbone, then wandering up to his neck, finding his sweet spot, which makes him groan.

My pecks go further north to his jaw and cheek, then to the cheekbone and lastly to his lips.

His eyes are closed and the kiss is slow. Every movement is slow, just holding onto one another, caressing his cheeks, and tightening the grip around my waist.

Pietro pulls back for his own lack of oxygen and looks up into my eyes with a new perspective.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/n. I don't care how, but I do."

The room is silent for a while, but I know my answer.

"Me too."

He smiles, leaning in slowly. But right before his lips reach mine, he picks me up bridal style and speeds to our living room, dropping me on the sofa and bringing blankets and the remote control next to us.

I cuddle into his arms while he wraps the blankets around us. I lay my head on his chest and kiss his neck one more time.

He leaves a kiss on my temple: "Sweet Princessa."

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have a sweet week <33