Avengers One-Shots

I Get Off Cont. (Pietro)

You were gripping your clothes as you walked down the hall. Drunk, flustered, horny, you were a hot mess, and in need of a warm shower. Suddenly Pietro stood in front of you, a grin on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. "That was a good show," he stated, his thick Sokovian accent causing more wetness to appear between your legs.

"Thanks," you looked down, then peeked up to meet his eyes. His irises were almost nonexistent, and his face screamed hunger, a specific kind of hunger. He reached out a hand and caressed your cheek softly moving closer to you. You gulped at the sudden closeness. The speedster had his charm, and you had found yourself at night thinking of him while you did the most intimate thing, but the thought of the two of you ever getting together, it seemed more fantasy than reality.

"I'd like to see more though," his voice was just above a whisper. It caught you off guard but also ignited something within you. Fuck the warm shower, you thought. The air around you had become electric as your skin started to heat up, the space between your thighs becoming wetter. Flashes of previous fantasies flashed in your mind. Him taking you. Making you his. His lips on yours, on your body. His cock buried deep within you. You dropped what you were holding with out thinking and moved so your chest was against his, your lips pressed to his in a heated, needy kiss. His hands roamed your body as yours pulled at his shirt.

He moved back only to take it off and then pressed his body to yours again, pushing you up against the wall. His lips started to travel along your jawline as he pulled one leg up and held it on his hip, grinding into you. "P-Pietro... we should move to a room," you moaned out, not wanting him to stop, but also not wanting to get caught by the others. He groaned, not wanting to end this either, and picked you up getting you to his room as quick as possible, which with him was pretty damn quick.

He tossed you onto the bed and got on top of you instantly his lips reattaching to your neck, his hands moving underneath you to unclip your bra. He did so with one fluid motion and took it off of you, admiring your beauty for just a second before his hands went to pinching and pulling the nipples. "F-fuck," you groaned and pulled his hair, making his lips meet yours. He detached his lips from yours and moved them to your breast sucking and biting. Working to leave marks. You squirmed needing his mouth elsewhere, he understood and started to move down your body. His lips gliding and kissing along his route.

He rubbed up your slit with his finger and pressed against your clothed clit, your hips bucking up and your hands gripping the sheets. He pulled down your panties and moved your legs to over his shoulders. His mouth attached to your cunt, his tongue working miracles on your clit, causing wave after wave of pleasure to wash over you. Slowly his middle finger entered your entrance. Followed by his ring finger. You moaned louder as he pressed his two fingers into your g-spot as he continued attacking your clit with his tongue. "Gah fuck!" You gripped his hair as you neared your orgasm. His other hand was pressed against your hips, keeping you still. "P-Pietro I'm gonna..." You arched your back pressing his face into you as you came. Your cum dripped from you as Pietro licked it up, slowly, savoring every last drop. His tounge dragging along your sentitive clit, causing you to squirm. He moved back over you, his face in the crook of your neck kissing it gently.

"Are you ready printsesa?" He questioned as he positioned himself above you, his tip pressed against your entrance. You nodded, not able to get words to leave your mouth. "I need you to say it," he whispered.

"Y-Yes." Slowly he pushed into you, making sure as to not hurt you. Your eyes rolled back as he stretched you, your nails digging into his back. "F-Fuck," you moaned out. Pietro pulled out only to slam back into you causing a yelp. He continued that motion, pulling out slowly then slamming in as fast as he could without super speed. "M-more... faster, Pietro please," you begged his slow movements driving you wild.

He started to moved his hips faster, as you arched your back. Constantly he hit your perfect spot, your lower abdomen twisting itself into a knot as you approached your high. Suddenly he pulled out of you completely and flipped you onto your hands and knees. He kissed along your shoulder blades as he rammed himself back into you.

A scream escaped your lips as you moved your hips in time with his thrust. One of his hands reached down your body, toying with your clit. Before you could comprehend anything you vision started to blur as you reached your high. Your body convulsed as your orgasm washed over you. Your walls clamping down harder encouraged Pietro to go faster. His hand continued to work on the sensitive nerves while he continued to plow into you.

Grunts and groans escaped him as he got closer. Right before he came he pulled out, spraying it on your back. With nothing holding you up you collapsed. Pietro left and was back in a flash, a warm wet washcloth in his hand. He cleaned you up gently, continuing to kiss your body as he did so. You lied there, shaking from the after math. When he was done cleaning you he tossed the washcloth in the dirty laundry.

Lying on his side Pietro pulled you onto his arms. You were already half asleep and it caused a smile to spread across his face. He kissed your sweaty forehead as he covered both of you with a blanket. "Moya dorogaya printsessa," he whispered as he started to drift off to sleep.