Avengers One shots

Call it Heaven - 4: the first thing on my mind (Pietro x oc) (M)

Silently Pietro watches Caitlin she moves so gracefully, incredibly fast, and she's even more attractive in her training clothes if that was possible. She takes Clint down in about two minutes leaving him spread eagled over the mats. She apologizes profusely, which only makes Pietro laugh even louder and she winks at him, knowing how he loved to make fun of the old man. He felt his insides churn and he held her gaze a lot longer than he should have done.

"Come on loverboy, we have a meeting with Fury." Natasha walked over to him, nudging him to get his attention away from Caitlin.

Where are you going?

"Just another boring meeting micuta mea, I'll see you later." She runs up and kisses his cheek sweetly. He can feel the heat rise to them and everywhere else as he watches her walk back to Clint, certain the sway in her hips is only for him.

Natasha rolls her eyes and pushes him out the door, "This is getting old quickly."

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The hot water burns his skin, but it does nothing to ease his frustration. Caitlin was all he could think about, everything about her intoxicated him.

Soft hands run down his back and Pietro tenses a second, relaxing when he feels her wrap her arms around him, whispering his name and placing kisses along his shoulder. Her hair tickles his skin and when he turns to face her she kisses him feverishly, pushing him against the tiles and grinding herself onto his hardening cock, her soft moans driving him insane. Pietro tugs his hand through her wet hair before breaking their kiss and pushing her down onto her knees.

Her hair cascades over her back and though she gazes up at him with innocent eyes her actions are anything but, her hands slide up his thighs and he has to hold on to the wall for support, feeling a knot of anticipation in his stomach when she takes him in her hands, pre cum dripping onto her fingers.

Do you want to fuck my mouth, Pietro?

Hearing such words from her made him groan deep in his chest and left his cock aching for attention. Pietro wonders where this has come from but can't concentrate with her this close, his cock is only inches from her inviting mouth, yet her eyes are still so innocent.

"Yes, micuta mea." Caitlin smiles and teases him, kissing his tip and slowly running her tongue along the vein underneath, licking off precum as she goes, mixing it with her saliva for more lubrication. Her fingers cupped his balls gently and Pietro bucks up eagerly wanting her to take him into her mouth and feel that delicious pressure.

Sensing his desperation she slowly moves her soft mouth over him taking a much in as she can and pumps what she can't fit in. Her actions feel amazing and he starts to thrust into her mouth, lost to the sensation. Fist tangling in her hair, he pulls her closer, soft moans leave her lips vibrating against his throbbing cock and she takes him in so deep he can feel the back of her throat brush his tip.

"Fuck, that feels so good, ah, just there...fuck..."

His head falls back against the cold tile, hot water pattering his chest and her nails raking over his abdomen, the mix of sensations getting too much for him. He feels his orgasm beginning and gently tries to lift her off him.

Don't stop Pietro, I want to taste you.

Her hands working with her tongue and lips give the perfect amount of pressure to bring on his climax. She moans watching him orgasm, using softer slower strokes as she works him through it, his body shuddering with intense pleasure.

"Shit, micuta mea that was amazing."

After licking him clean she releases him and moves up his body, her hard nipples brush against his sensitive skin and she licks her lips sending him crazy again, his cock twitching against her thigh.

"Your turn." Pietro growls and turns her around against the tiles palming her mound before thrusting two fingers inside her. She was so hot and wet and he growled into her neck as she moaned and ground onto his hand, her nails digging into his back when he started vibrating them, hitting that spot inside her.

Oh, Pietro. Pietro yes! Faster, please...Pietro!

"Pietro!" Wanda's voice shook him out of his dream and he's dazed for a moment, peering up to see a table full of disgusted Avengers staring back at him.

"Sex dreams in a meeting? Really dude." Peter cringed and Pietro is too embarrassed to speak. He shuffles in his seat and feels the telltale dampness on his sweat pants; that and the raging boner. It wasn't unusual for him to fall asleep in meetings, but now he was dreaming about Caitlin, maybe he had a problem.

"You were really going for it with that table."

"Your moaning even made me blush speedy."

"I'd say that concludes the meeting for today. Wanda, get your brother up to seed - I mean speed, goddammit."

Clint splutters, everyone starting to laugh - even Wanda and Pietro hides his head in hands with an embarrassed groan.

"You need to get laid, son." Bucky smirks at him.

Wanda clips him round the ear,"We will talk later."

Even after waiting until all the Avengers had gone Pietro still can't calm himself down. He locks the door and sits back down, tugging down his pants and boxers, enough to pull himself out and he slides pre-cum from tip to base with his thumb.

"Fuck it."

One hand gripping the table his fingers splayed over the wood, the other furiously pumps his aching cock in firm strokes, he needed release and he had to find it quickly before someone came back. His head falls back again, his hips thrusting upwards, he can't get his dream out of his mind, it all felt so real, she felt so real.

"Caitlin."

With a frustrated grunt he uses his speed, imagining himself plunging into her, stretching her walls as she squirms underneath him, moaning his name. His muscles tense and he leans over the table as his warm cum spurts over his fingers.

Finally relaxing his breathing starts to even out and he returns to reality, cleaning up his sticky fingers with his hoodie.

Yeah, he might have a problem.