Sharing the Tub (Pietro x reader)
Good afternoon, my lovelies! So, Pietro has been lacking in love on my blog, and I’m here to give him a little. I was going to make this smutty, but I was feeling more fluff on this one. But, if you have any smut requests, drop them in my inbox! (I accept all sorts of requests) I love y’all with all my heart and thanks for sticking around. Have a wonderful day xoxo
Description: You decided to have some relaxing time alone after having a terrible traing day with Natasha by taking a bath. Everything seems peaceful until your sassy, Sokovian boyfriend barges in.
Warnings: Some cursing
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After a long and hard day of intense training with Nat, you decided that you needed to unwind. You walked stiffly to the bathroom, the tenseness in your muscles already settling in. You reached down into the bathtub and turned on the water. The muscles in your lower back shouted with pain as you pulled yourself back up. Nat had handed you your ass today. The training session focused on everything she was good at: stealth, take downs, and sparring. You didn’t stand a chance against her, and both of you knew that.
As the tub began to fill with water, you threw some oils in to help soothe your sore body. You stripped yourself of your clothes agonizingly slow, grimacing at every slight movement that you made. Bruises were starting to surface all over your skin, and you hoped they would fade away fast. You couldn’t go to Tony’s party, which was in two days, covered in purple blotches. When the water was filled a little more than halfway, you let your bare body sink into the hot water. It stung your nerves a little bit, the heat turning your skin slightly red, but the oils and warmth released all the tension.
The lights were off, the only sources of light were the couple candles scattered around the bathroom. You had turned on a playlist that you always listened to when you needed to clear your head. You sunk a little deeper into the water, letting it envelope your body up to your neck. You sighed, looking out the window to gaze at the stars. It was a shame that the Tower wasn’t in a more isolated place, because then you would be able to see hundreds of stars and constellations. But in the heart of New York, that was never going to be possible. The moonlight lit your face, casting a soft glow over it. Just as you finally began to feel weightless, a pair of feet pounded against the tile, stopping next to the tub. The only person who would ever barge in on you bathing was the one, and your only, Pietro Maximoff.
You opened one of your eyes to look up at him, making no effort to cover up your visibly naked form. He had seen it countless times before, and you were completely comfortable around him.
“Yes, my love?” You inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for some sort of rant about Tony or Wanda. You sat up a little, so that you could see him better.
“Move forward, princessa.” He pulled off his tight shirt, revealing the toned six pack underneath it. You thought you saw a hint of lust in his eyes.
“Uh, uh. Nope, we’re not doing this right now. I had my ass kicked all day long and I just want to relax. Please, Pietro.” You had a sassy boyfriend, so the only way to get your way was to sass him right back.
“I do not want to do anything tonight. I just want to take a bath with you, F/N. You are not the only one who had a rough day.” His eyes dropped down, the tiredness in his face made your heart ache. Maybe you shouldn’t have snapped at him so quickly. Your hard expression softened into a concerned look, and you scooted forward, making room for your boyfriend. Once he was stripped completely, he stepped into the tub behind you, and sat down, putting each of his legs on either side of you. When he stopped fidgeting from trying to get comfortable, you moved back and leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body, and you tilted your head back, kissing him on the cheek.
“So, tell me what’s wrong, baby.” You whispered against his skin, looking up into his steel, blue eyes. He didn’t hesitate to confess his day to you. You were the only one who he ever was open about, and you were the only person, besides Wanda, who knew the real Pietro behind that smart ass facade. He began to tell you about how bad his training session went with Clint, and how he was never about to outrun Bucky. Apparently, every time he tried running past him, his vibranium arm would instantly stop the blue streak.
As he went on, you realized he was just having one of those bad days. You told him that tomorrow would be better, and to not be bitter towards either of the men. He grudgingly complied, holding you closer to him. Pietro kissed your temple, then rested his cheek against the top of your head.
“You know I’m not one to share, right? You’re lucky you’re going to walk unscathed from this. If it was anybody else, I would have knocked them on their asses by now.” You winked at him, a smile pulling onto your face.
“I guess that means I am special, no?” He gave you that signature smirk, and chuckled, tilting your head up with his index finger. He placed his lips against yours in a tender and gentle kiss. You pulled away, smiling up at him.
“I wouldn’t mind sharing the tub with you more often.” You bit your lip, a tinge of lust filling your eyes. You turned your upper body towards him and traced the scratches on his back that you had given him the night before when things got heated.
“But, just maybe you won’t leave unscathed next time.”
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