Pietro Maximoff - Dancing

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*Steamy scene. Don't have to read*

I smooth down my dress, taking a sip from my drink. The Avengers thought it would be fun to go to a club today for fun. Pietro was undeniably drunk, zipping from corner to corner.

Sometimes he just randomly runs up to me, placing a swift kiss on my cheek. I roll my eyes as he dances weirdly to the music.

I see a girl approach him, running a bony finger down his arm and smiling seductively. I scoff. Pietro pushes her away but she grabs onto his shirt. She tries to dance with him but he shoves her away. I laugh slightly, knowing even when Piero is drunk, he still has limits.

He glances toward me, smiling drunkenly. I lift an amused eyebrow as he walks up to me, a sway in his walk.

"Hey Y/N." Pietro slurs, grabbing my hips.

I set my drink down, leaning toward his face. "Hey speedy. Feeling good?"

He smirks. "Great. But I would feel even better if you were to dance with me."

I chuckle. "Sure."

He lifts me out of the chair so I'm standing now. "And I really love your dress." He mumbles.

I was wearing a simple, dark blue dress with lace that had a sheer top above the bust area

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I was wearing a simple, dark blue dress with lace that had a sheer top above the bust area.

I bring my hands up to his chest. "Thank you. So, dancing huh?"

He smirks again, grabbing my hands and we zip towards the dance floor. A remix of a song was playing and I sway my hips to the music. Pietro grabs my hips, spinning me around so my back is to him. I bring my hands up to wrap around his neck. I start to get risky and grind against him. He tenses up, gripping my waist tighter. I press the side of my face to his, continuing to grind on him.

Pietro groans, cursing in another language and I smirk. He starts to kiss down my neck, making me lean my head the other way to give him more access. I moan as he sucks on my sweet spot, probably leaving a hickey.

"Pietro." I breathe.

He spins me around, attacking my lips with his own and kissing me intently. I tangle my hands in his hair as he pulls me closer to him. I can feel his bulge pressed against my core and I moan into the kiss. This makes Pietro deepen the kiss and I tug on his hair making him groan.

"I love you, Y/N." He mumbles against my lips.

I bite his bottom lip, looking into his blue eyes. "I love you too, Pietro. Now shut up." I say before kissing him again.

Let's say, we left the club very early and alone.

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