Marvel and DC Imagines

Purpose (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

It's 2am and I read some dirty shit and I'm listening to dirty songs so this is going to be a little dirty.

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Y/N slipped the last of the clean dishes into the cabinet.

Pietro's shirt hung over her underwear, she walked out of the kitchen.

Pietro sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

They just finished dinner and Y/N cleaned up the dishes while Pietro played some video games.

She sat next to him and watched him sneak up behind some people.

"There's this one annoying person." He grumbled.

"Who?" She asked.

"The red team, the one with the red stuff on his chest." He said pointing his controller to him.

"How is he annoying?" She asked, frowning.

Then, the player glitches and disappeared. Then he came back into view and shot Pietro, sending him back.

"Wha—" she started.

Then the dead screen flashed across the tv, the hacker walking away with his gun.

"See?" Pietro glared at the tv, "Hacker."

"Here." She took the controller and sat on Pietro's lap, she clicked the restart button and began to play.

Pietro watched as Y/N made her way by the crates and grabbing extra ammo.

She leaned back, relaxed as she made her way out of home.

Then her body tensed up as she spotted the opposite team.

"There!" He said, pointing at the corner of the screen.

Y/N shot the player down and leaned forward, smiling at the small victory.

"I got this." She muttered.

Her body scored back, unaware that she was brushing by the speedsters crotch multiple times.

Pietro felt suddenly more aware that he was sitting on his lap, making him slightly hard.

Y/N ran across the battle field and began shooting at two opposite team players.

Squirming onto of his lap, she tried to get comfortable as she looked for the hiding enemy.

Totally aware that she was grinding her butt on him, he tried to think about old ladies and cats.

She jumped in victory as she killed off the other two players.

"Yes!" She smiled.

Pietro smiled at her adorableness as he tried to think about alligators.

Y/N pressed her whole back against his back as she faced the hacker.

Her eyes narrows in concentration as she leaned forward, her bottom still grinding on his crotch. The underwear didn't help much.

Pietro was surprised he lasted this long as she killed off the hacker.

She jumped up, beaming at Pietro who frowned.

"I won and you didn't." She said, smugly.

Pietro didn't care at this point, all he cared about was that she basically teased him the whole game.

He grabbed her waist and pinned her to the couch.

"Wha—" her eyes suddenly flashed into a sly smirk.

"Wait," Pietro said, glaring in accusation, "you did that on purpose didn't you?"

"Maybe." She sang.

He attacked her neck as his fingers slipped under her shirt.

"Your going to regret that doll." He growled.

"I don't know about that." She smirked, flipping them over.

Her knees brushed against his hips and her finger trailed down his zipper.

Pietro bit his bottom lip, "Do anything, please."

Her fingers pulled his shirt, revealing his tones chest, then scattering kisses as she traced his abs.

She smiled innocently, "Anything?"

"Yes, please." He said.

She unzipped his pants, his bulge was huge as she grinned at him.

Pietro groaned in annoyance as she got up and pecked his cheek, while she pumped him through his boxers.

Okay, I'm done.

Some one stop me.