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Peitro Maximoff- Valentine's Day

Warning: SMUUUUUUTTTTTT

You sat at the Avengers Tower breakfast table alone, which was remarkable considering how many people lived in this damn tower. You sat there scrolling through Twitter when, a blast of cool air hit you from behind knocking your (y/h/c) into your face.

"Smooth Pietro," you noted not looking up from your phone. There was a sigh of disappointment that came from the island in the kitchen. "You do realize that you're the only one with super sonic speeds, making it easy to identify whose messing with me," you quickly sassed, pushing away from the table.

"Someone is grumpy today no," he asked, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close. You quickly brushed him off, knowing if he held you like that much longer, no one would ever be able to use that counter again.

"I'm a lot of things today," you grumbled to your boyfriend, putting away your dish from breakfast. You hated Valentine's Day almost as much as the Grinch hated Christmas. It was a time where lovey dovey relationships were all the rage and, to you, it was an over-commercialized way of saying that people had an undying love for corporate America. Not to mention with Pietro being away for two months had built up a sexual frustration within you, and you were not about to have sex on Valentine's Day, that was way to cheesy in your mind.

"What's wrong prîntessa?" Pietro questioned concerned.

"Again, a lot of things," you repeated, he came up behind you, beginning to rub your shoulders. With his hands running up and down your back, you couldn't help giving into temptation. Submitting, you continued to let his hands dance across your back. When they got lower, you groaned at the contact.

"Mmm, you like that don't you baby," he purred in your ear, nipping at it in the process.

"Pietro, don't tempt me," you growled in response, his dark chuckles resonated in the room as he left a trail of bite marks down your neck.

"But I think you want me to, don't you?" he murmured, his face still nuzzled in your neck, "you want me to fuck you senseless. So hard, that you'll have trouble walking right?" All you could do is moan in response. "I'll take that as a yes," he groaned expletives in his native tongue as he hoisted you up into his arms, with your legs wrapped around him. You began grinding on him as both of you walked into the bedroom. He growled you but his neck and he kicked the door shut. Throwing you down on the bed, he ripped away yours and his clothes.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes scanning your naked body. You grabbed the back of his neck and brought hip lips crashing back yours. When you released his neck, his lips came crawling down your body, stopping to focus on your breasts. Taking one bud into his mouth, he used one of his hands to fondle the other. As for his other hand, it continued to explore your body all the way down to your center. He teased you by drawing his finger up and down the outside of your folds.

"Pietro for fuck sake, stop your damn teasing," you moaned. He finally slid two fingers into your core.

"Prîntessa, you really must start telling me when you need attention," he smirked as his lips made the decent to meet his fingers. You held your head up, watching him. You felt his tongue flick across your clit. The one stroke had you a moaning mess. He continued lapping at your center drawing you closer, and closer to your climax.

"Pp-p-pietro I'm so close," you stuttered out. He rose from your center, lips glowing with your wetness. He lined his dick with your entrance, and with his first thrust, joined your lips together, you tasted yourself and moaned. "Faster," that one simple command was all it took for the speedster to live up to his name.

"Cum for me, prîntessa," he growled, sending you over the top, him following shortly after. He laid down beside you, pulling you close, both of you still breathing heavily.

"God damn, I'm such a cliché," you sighed, looking into his eyes.

"Well, there's where you're wrong. You are anything but a cliché. You are amazing prîntessa. Happy Valentine's Day," he muttered before both of you fell asleep.