content & warnings: +18 mdni — smut. porn without plot. fingering. incorrect use of powers (it's peter, nothing new from the human vibrator). peter cum in his pants. a little of dry humping? estab. relationship (dating). older!peter mention (despite deadpool's timeline being confuse, in the photo that's canonically peter when older, basically in his late twenties/early thirties). include subtle headcanon of peter speaking russian when aroused. • english is not my 1st language.
word count: 1.2k
lia's notes.ᐟ i found this losted on my tumblr drafts and decided to force myself to finally finish it, it's been a while since i writed smut or anything and i'm getting my writing routine back after a long break bc of my mental health... i hope i did peter justice!! please be kind to me. 🥺
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peter was invited to a reunion with all his old x-men team in the xavier school, so he decided to appear with a new look. catching you by surprise when you woke up and saw him already up, at the other side of the bed with this new haircut and wearing one of the nirvana t-shirts that you gifted him as a birthday present some time ago.
maybe it was the summer or your period coming, or... the usual spice your relationship always had, but you got so hot and affected by how he looked. for you, this outfit would be so simple on any other man, but this isn't any man, that's peter we're talking about. your peter, your man, and as he loved to say, he was a hot mess and you couldn't agree more. so no, it wasn't such simple thing at all.
honestly, you didn't needed that much to be turned on by peter. he needed to give himself more grace on the fact he was very attractive, peter could be full of himself sometimes and feel more confident than when he was younger, but always snorted when anyone said how easy it was for him to look handsome, the doubts still deep on his mind. peter didn't felt so sure about the attractiveness part, but he was 100% sure he was a very passionate man with a good set of skills for when it comes to sex and pleasuring you. that was a fact that didn't had room for discussion.
so now proving this fact, you were with your bathrobe open exposing your naked-self above peter's full clothed body, a bit unfair but still super hot. you couldn't resist letting peter go out of the house looking that good without even tasting a piece of him.
the position was perfect to let you surrendered to anything peter wanted to do. him seated on the couch with your back on his chest, your head resting between his shoulder and crook of his neck, your legs beautifully spreads above his lap while one of his hands holded one of your thighs in place and the other he fingered your cunt. perfect.
his thick middle and ring fingers were both pumping in and out roughly in your pussy while he pressured the rest of his palm with the enough pressure at your clit, making you feel waves of pleasure hit you with a struck. the rhythm didn't had a pattern, only a fast pace to get you off quickly — and it was working perfectly.
he enjoyed so much seeing you squirm and being barely able to form a correct word by how much pleasure you were feeling, that's how peter liked to see, your brain numbed with lust. his fingers getting a in-and-out ridiculously fast and rough, curling them at the perfect spongy spot inside your cunt, making you gasp for air as you would if were drowning.
"i'mma- uhm... peter!" you moaned a little more desperate, trying to announce your soon coming orgasm. squeezing your eyes —that already were shut— harder, and uncousciously trying to get out of the hold of peter's arms, the pleasure being too much for you.
"give to me, babe..." he breathed out with his lips near your ear, he sounded almost tired like he was actively actually pumping his dick in and out of you and not his hands, but no, —he gets just that excited giving you pleasure— his hard-on was being humped on his jeans by you squirming your ass so eagerly, making him feel his cock twitch by the friction you were doing.
with a initially silent scream giving into a loud whimper you feel your orgasm finally release, arching your back against peter's chest while your limbs spams all together — making you uncounsciously press your butt even more harder on his crotch and dig your nails into the layer of his pants on the area of his thighs.
your beautiful cries for his name, the bodies pressure making even more friction on his clothes and the sensation of your walls closing on peter's wet fingers was enough to make him not be able to hold himself anymore, cumming on his boxers with almost shaking legs and a loud moan of your name and a russian swear.
for a quick one minute the only sound in the room was both of yours descompassed breathes, trying to pull itself lungs together. peter pulled out his fingers and let you go off his lap, sitting at his side on a more comfortable position on the couch.
"fuuuck... i busted in my pants."
peter grumbling made you open your eyes and turn your head to the side seeing a wet stain on his crotch, you didn't wanted to let escape a little snort when you noticed but couldn't help seeing his flushed face, giving a contained smile watching his reaction.
he moved his legs uncomfortably getting up from the couch giving a ruff. peter definitely heard your laugh and felt his cheeks burn, but decided to ignore looking at your face the whole time, holding a sheepish smile.
peter's cheeks seemed flushed and sweaty while he checked out the mess he made on his pants, you knew he always got that enthusiastic when it was about pleasuring you and despite being aknowledged that you didn't saw a problem when he cummed without even being touched when he was going down on you — per the contrary, you always found that was so hot —, and even vocalized how much you enjoyed that... peter couldn't not feel a bit embarrassed everytime this happened, it was kinda cute honestly.
"peterrr... just let me-"
"help me? nah babe, 'm good" he interrupted you and motioned his hand disregarding 'the help' — he knew what you meant by that, wanting to make him cum now by your own hands — with a smirk, heading himself to the bathroom.
you pout and difficultly whines in loud complains to him, still trying to make your lungs work again as the clarity post-sex starts rising up. peter chuckles from the bathroom but quickly he appears in your front fixing his belt, now he didn't had the disheveled sweaty look, messed up hair or wetted pants, it looked like nothing happened. the only reminscent of what you did on him being his light pink cheeks.
"i really need to go babe, it's just some hours. if we start banging, no one is seeing me there till tomorrow." he said now wiggling his eyebrows at you with pride, making you laugh fixing your posture on the couch; peter taking the opportunity to take a quick glimpse at your still exposed naked (beaaautiful) boobs from the open bathrobe.
"i'll make it up to you reeeally good, promise" peter said bending his body to give you a quick peck and a kiss on the forehead.
before you could even complain again or joke about it one more time, peter was gone in a blink of a eye, a gush of wind moving the curtains, letting you there alone and in a sweaty mess.
lia's notes.ᐟ i saw his look from the deadpool 2 cameo again in pinterest and felt my limbs fire up, he's so damn fine. i need him to fold me in half and [redacted]
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summary: in which you and pietro maximoff go undercover as a married couple, your mutual hatred simmering beneath forced smiles and lingering touches. but when the mission turns chaotic, tension ignites, and in the heat of escape, neither of you can resist what’s been building all night.
warnings: mature content mdni (unprotected sex, oral f receiving) enemies to lovers, language.
words count: 3.3k
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the ballroom was suffocatingly opulent, gold chandeliers glinting off crystal glasses, the murmur of conversation laced with greed and danger. you tugged at the delicate lace of your gown, suppressing the urge to adjust the wedding ring on your finger. it felt heavy, unnatural. and not just because it wasn’t real.
“stop fidgeting, dragă mea” pietro murmured in your ear, his accent curling around the pet name with practiced ease. his hand settled on your lower back, fingers pressing just hard enough to make you stiffen.
you tilted your head up at him, keeping the picture-perfect facade of a loving wife, even as you dug your nails into his arm. “touch me like that again and i’ll break those fingers.”
pietro grinned, far too entertained by your irritation. “that is no way to speak to your husband, love.”
the word dripped with mockery, and you bit back a scathing retort. instead, you let your lips part in a soft smile, eyes heavy-lidded as you trailed a finger down the lapel of his suit. “then act like a husband,” you purred. “and stop eye-fucking every blonde in this room.”
his grip on your waist tightened, just for a fraction of a second. “jealous already?”
you leaned in, so close your lips nearly brushed his. “i’d have to want you for that, maximoff.”
he chuckled lowly, shifting just enough that his breath tickled the shell of your ear. “liar.”
you inhaled sharply, about to throw something equally venomous back, when a sharp ding rang through the room. the auction was beginning.
the act continued as you both took your seats near the front. pietro played the part of the arrogant, entitled buyer well, legs spread lazily, fingers drumming against your thigh as if he owned you. every time you shifted to brush him off, his grip would tighten. a silent challenge. a reminder.
you retaliated with lingering touches of your own, fingertips dragging over the back of his hand as you leaned in to whisper into his ear, voice honey-sweet. “try not to make it so obvious how much you’re enjoying this.”
pietro turned his head, his lips a breath away from yours, blue eyes flickering dark with something unreadable. “oh, i’m enjoying this?” his voice dropped to a whisper, teasing and taunting. “you’re the one breathing a little heavier every time i touch you.”
you scoffed, rolling your eyes, but you knew he was right. the heat simmering between you two had been building all night, long before tonight, if you were honest with yourself.
as the bidding began, pietro leaned back in his chair, arm draped casually around your shoulders. “stay close” he murmured, the romanian words for my wife sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. “wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”
“oh?” you mused, turning your head to graze your lips against his jaw, just to see if he’d flinch. “and what idea would that be?”
his smirk was pure sin. “that you belong to anyone but me.”
your heart stuttered. you hated him. hated the way he could flip the game on you so effortlessly. hated that, right now, you weren’t entirely sure where the act ended and something real began.
the auction concluded. the stolen s.h.i.e.l.d. weapon was yours. and then, everything went to hell.
gunfire rang through the ballroom. guests screamed, overturning tables in their rush to flee. you and pietro moved in sync, slipping away in the chaos. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you through a side door into a dimly lit hallway.
he didn’t stop until he had you pressed against the cool marble wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other still gripping your wrist. his breathing was heavy, his body too close, his heat searing against your skin.
you tried to focus, to ignore the way your pulse betrayed you. “you-”
“you drive me insane” pietro growled, cutting you off.
you blinked, momentarily stunned. “excuse me?”
his fingers traced a slow path up your arm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “you think i haven’t noticed the way you tease me? the way you love making me jealous?” his lips ghosted over your jaw, and you hated how easily your breath hitched.
you forced a smirk, tilting your chin up defiantly. “jealous? please.”
he huffed a laugh, then suddenly, so fast you barely registered it, he grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest, right over his racing heart. “tell me that’s not the reason yours is doing the same thing.”
your fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt. damn him. damn him for being right.
the tension that had been building between you for months snapped like a live wire.
you surged forward at the same time he did, mouths colliding in a desperate, bruising kiss. it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t sweet. it was a war, a clash of teeth and tongues, hands roaming, bodies pressing together as if you could erase the distance that had existed for far too long.
pietro groaned against your lips, one hand slipping to your thigh, hoisting it up to press closer against him. “tell me to stop” he murmured, but it wasn’t a challenge this time, it was a plea.
your head was spinning, your heart hammering. “don’t you dare.”
his responding smirk was wicked as he kissed you again, deeper this time, slower, because he knew now. knew that, despite all the arguing, despite all the teasing and venomous words, this had been inevitable.
and neither of you wanted to stop.
you pushed him inside the elevator next to you and once the doors closed you blocked both of you inside, so you could have more privacy.
as the elevator doors slid shut, pietro’s back hit the cool metal wall with a soft thud. you pressed against him, your hands tangling in his hair, deepening the kiss. the small space felt electric, charged with the pent-up energy of months of unspoken desires and heated arguments.
your desperation ignited something dark and hungry in him. his hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer as he kissed you back with equal fervor. the elevator walls seemed to close in around you, intensifying the moment.
your body was pressed against his while you pushed him more towards the elevator wall.
“fuck,” he gasped against your lips when his back hit the wall, one hand sliding down to grip your ass while the other fisted in your hair. your aggression was driving him crazy. “you’re not very subtle about what you want, are you?” he murmured between messy kisses.
“shut up” you answered, annoyed.
he laughed softly, taking your jaw in one hand and deepening the kiss again. your body was flush against his, one thigh snaked between his legs. he hardened against you, causing you to bite his lower lip.
“damn” he hissed, hips bucking slightly, seeking friction.
in that moment, he flipped the situation. now you were the one pushed against the wall, and he was the one pressing his body against yours. he caged you in with his arms on either side of your head. his kisses became more dominating, his hands roaming possessively over your body. “i think i like when you’re quiet.”
“if you keep talking, i swear i’ll punch you,” you warned him.
he was so annoying, but you kinda liked it. he smirked against your lips, clearly enjoying the fact that you were threatening violence but still keeping quiet.
“oh, how tempting,” he murmured, his hands sliding down your sides, his thumbs brushing over your peaks. “maybe i will make you lose your temper then.”
you found it so frustrating how he annoyed you so much you actually wanted him. you didn’t know what annoyed you the most, if it was the fact he never shut up, or that he kept teasing you, or maybe it was the fact that you loved when he did those things.
he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered teasingly, “you know, for someone who claims to hate my mouth so much, you sure seem to enjoy kissing it.”
his lips quirked into a smug grin as he pulled back slightly to gauge your reaction.
you rolled your hips against his, enjoying how fast this little action made him stop teasing you. you smirked at him.
his eyes narrowed, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin as he realized you were using physical contact to shut him up. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him again. “you think you’re clever, don’t you?”
“oh yes, i am, basing myself on how quickly it worked and made you shut up” you teased.
he threw his head back and laughed, his body relaxing. his hands squeezed your ass softly.
“you know what your problem is?” he teased back, his voice lowering again. “you either want to kill me or…” he paused deliberately, smirking again. “spread your legs for me.”
“oh shut up, like you don’t feel the same way about me” you teased, rolling your hips against his again.
he smiled widely, pressing against you more firmly.
“of course i fucking do,” he admitted shamelessly. “see the problem here, love? neither of us wants to back down. i spend all day wanting to shut you up, then thinking about shutting you up by fucking you instead.”
“then? what’s it gonna be now? will you make me shut up, or will you fuck me?” you teased with a smirk on your face, getting closer to him.
his pupils dilated at your words, clearly enjoying this little dirty banter between you two. his smirk was predatory now as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “both.”
his hands snaked around to grab your thighs, holding you up as if you weighed nothing and pressing you against the wall. the only difference now was that your legs were wrapped around him, and also your arms.
pietro’s kiss became harder, more urgent, reflecting your desperation. his hands dug into your thighs as he ground against you, letting you feel just how much he needed this too.
you moaned.
he broke the kiss abruptly, breathing heavily. pietro’s eyes rolled back slightly at the sound of your moan, his grip on your thighs tightening. he buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
“fuck, i can’t wait to hear how you sound when i’m inside you” he growled.
soft whimpers and little moans kept escaping your mouth because of his actions and words. you never wanted him and hated him this much at the same time. he was making you lose your mind.
pietro smirked against your neck as he felt your body shudder with each nip and grind. he loved reducing you to these desperate little noises, seeing you unravel.
“mmm, you’re so fucking responsive” he murmured, voice low and husky.
“shut up and kiss me” you ordered, crushing your lips against his again.
pietro groaned into the kiss, not needing to be told twice. his lips moved urgently against yours, tongue thrusting past to claim your mouth thoroughly. one hand slid into your hair, tilting your head for a better angle as he kissed you with weeks’ worth of pent-up frustration and lust.
he ground harder against you, his erection pressing firmly against your core. he knew exactly what he was doing, driving you wild with every movement. he broke the kiss just enough to whisper against your lips, “is this what you want? you want me to fuck you right here, right now?”
“yeah” you smirked.
his smirk matched yours, and he pressed his forehead against yours for a moment, breathing heavily.
“fucking hell” he muttered, then kissed you again, even more fiercely than before. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, positioning you so that his erection rubbed against your clit with each movement.
“fuck, there’s too much clothes” you commented, getting back on your feet and starting to undo his tie.
he watched you unravel his tie, then your quick fingers started to unbutton his shirt. he helped you push it off his shoulders, then your fingers moved to his belt.
he smirked. “you’re way too good at this. how many guys have you undressed?” he teased.
you scoffed. “fuck off.”
he chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as you worked on his belt. once it was undone, he helped you push down his pants. he stood before you, with just his boxers on.
“better?” he smirked, stepping closer to you again.
“much better” you started to unzip your dress.
his eyes followed your movements intently, darkening with desire as more of your skin was revealed. once your dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in just a lacy bra and panties, he let out a low whistle. “fuck, you’re stunning.”
“i know” you sarcastically rolled your eyes, then leaned in to kiss him again, softer this time.
he laughed at your attitude, pulling you close with one arm wrapped firmly around your waist. “cocky little thing, aren’t you?”
his hand trailed down your spine to unhook your bra. as soon as it joined your dress on the floor, he cupped your breasts possessively, palming their weight. he broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nuzzling between them.
“panties next?” he asked, his voice muffled against your collarbone.
you nodded desperately.
he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. he knelt down in front of you, helping you step out of them. once you were completely bare, he pressed a soft kiss to your pubic bone, looking up at you with a heated gaze.
you looked down at him, the sight was heavenly, his big blue eyes watching you made him look like an angel, but what he was about to do was the complete opposite.
he smirked, knowing exactly what you were thinking. he spread your thighs slightly with his broad shoulders, his eyes dropping to your core. "god, you're already wet."
“oh so now you’re acting like it’s not your fault” you teased.
he chuckled darkly, leaning in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your center. his tongue swiped through your folds, tasting you deeply. He looked up at you with a smirk. "oh no, i know it is my fault. I love reducing you to a needy mess."
you moaned and He licked you again, his tongue firm and purposeful as it glided over your clit. he knew exactly how to touch you to drive you crazy. he kept eye-contact, watching as your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back, a long, low moan escaping your throat.
he knew you liked it. He could feel your legs trembling as he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, opening you up completely to his mouth. he curled his fingers into your thighs possessively as he continued to lick and suck at your most intimate flesh. "look at me,"
“fuck” you moaned, you were trying so hard to keep your eyes open and look at him, but the pleasure was too much.
he smirked at your inability to maintain eye contact, knowing exactly how good he was making you feel. he slipped one finger inside you, then another, pumping slowly while he licked circles around your clit.
“oh my god pietro” you moaned. you wish you never had said that. you moaned his name. you never called him that, it was always ‘maximoff’ or sometimes to tease him you also called him ‘sonic the hedgehog’, just to get on his nerves, but never pietro.
His eyes snapped up to yours at the sound of his name on your lips. “what did you call me?” A smug smile spread across his face as he continued to finger you slowly, his tongue never stopping its torture on your clit. "again," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "say my name again."
“pietro” you moaned again.
his breath caught at the sound, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting to hear you say it again. his fingers curved upward to stroke that sensitive spot inside you while his tongue flicked rapidly against your clit. "fucking hell... say it one more time"
“pietro” you whispered into his ear “fuck me… please”
a shudder ran through him at your whispered plea. In one fluid motion, he stood, scooping you up and laying you on the floor of the elevator, over your clothes. he quickly took off his boxers freeing his hard erection. "that's what I like to hear" he growled, positioning himself between your thighs.
his blue eyes were locked onto yours as he slowly pushed inside you, filling you completely. He paused, allowing you to feel the fullness of him inside you before slowly pulling back and thrusting forward again. he kept his pace slow and deep, his eyes never leaving yours.
“fuck-“ you moaned as he pushed into you. he placed a hand on the wall of the elevator for support as he continued to move inside you, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. he leaned in closer, his voice husky as he whispered in your ear. "god, you're perfect."
you locked your legs around his hips, pressing him more againt you, and making him thrust faster. a low moan parted his lips as you locked your legs around him, urging him deeper. he obliged, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. the elevator shook slightly with the force of his thrusts, adding a thrilling sensation to your passionate encounter. "fuck, yes..."
he was making you a fucking moaning mess, he was hitting every right spot repeatedly, you were trying your best to not scream his name out loud.
he could feel you getting tighter around him as you tried to muffle your moans, his name on the tip of your tongue. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer as he pounded into you, his face burying in your neck. "say it"
“oh my god pietro” you cried out. “faster!”
he growled against your neck, his fingers digging into your back as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you so hard and fast. he could feel you getting closer, your nails digging into his back, urging him on. your pussy started tightening around his cock. his breath hitched as he felt you tighten around him, knowing you were close. he thrust once, twice more, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "fuck, you're going to make me cum..." his voice was ragged, breathless, as he fucked you harder, faster.
with a loud moan you finally came, reaching the high you were chasing, it all felt too good. He let out a deep, guttural groan as you tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with you. he came hard, filling you. he continued to thrust through your orgasm, drawing out every last moment of pleasure for both of you. "holy fuck... ". he collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and sated, his face nuzzled against your neck. he could feel your heart racing against his chest, matching his own erratic beat. he slowly lifted his head to look at you, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "you okay?"
“fuck yeah, more then ok” you chuckled. he chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before rolling off of you and pulling you into his side. "we should probably get out of here before someone catches us”.
“yeah we should, and tony’s still waiting for us…” you said sitting up. he sat up with you, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "damn, tony's going to know something happened” he muttered, buttoning up his pants. "he always does."
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A/N: step brother!pietro x step sister!reader, step sibling AU, taboo AU, 18+f!reader, oral f!receiving, just the tip, pervy!pietro, good girl!reader, smut, unprotected sex, stepcest(?) MDNI
When Erik Lehnsherr and your mom got hitched and she moved you and herself into his estate, you didn’t put up much of a fuss. You weren’t attached to your old town, you were going to college soon anyway so it wouldn’t really be a full move. Just a few months. The biggest challenge was his son, Pietro.
When you had first met him, it was during a brunch your mom and his dad had planned. Pietro shared his fries with you and you took some selfies with him just to document the day you met your future step brother. It was normal, you had enough common that it wasn’t awkward, and you exchanged numbers.
“You’re not what I was expecting.” Pietro had told you during a brief hug while you were saying your goodbyes after brunch. Erik and your mom were kissing a few feet away by her car.
“What were you expecting?” You asked with a little laugh as you leaned back, still in his embrace, to look up at him.
Pietro stared down at you with a small smirk and he tilted his head as he contemplated you. “My old man made it sound like you’d be younger, like some girl into princesses and fairytales. Not this,” He pauses and lets out a chuckle. “Not this beautiful girl all grown up.”
“You disappointed?” You asked playfully and Pietro didn’t exactly laugh, just smiled before saying, “Not at all, princess.”
That night, Pietro had sent you a selfie while you were curled in your bed just doomscrolling. It was a shirtless selfie, even if you couldn’t see his full chest, and he was winking and sticking his tongue out. Your face broke into a giddy smile as you read the message that came along with it.
Pietro M: for my contact pic, loved meeting you today, little sis;)
Even then, it still felt normal.
Then, of course, you spent a lot of time together in the months leading up to the wedding. Pietro was very helpful given his mutant speed and it was a gift your mother made sure to use whenever she needed something done quickly.
“One pair of far more comfortable heels,” Pietro had announced as he arrived to the hotel room with a gust of wind. Your face broke into a smile as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck in glee. “Can’t have you tripping down the aisle and making me look bad.” He teases, one hand lately splaying over the small of your back.
“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver.” You laughed, pulling back and taking the shoes which had a chunkier heel for the sake of your balance. “Look, mom!”
“Those are perfect, sweetheart.” Your mom sighs in relief before cupping Pietro’s face in her hands. “Thank you so much, son.”
“Of course, happy to help.” Pietro says as he gives her a hug while watching you slip into your new heels, his eyes trail over your bridesmaid dress which clings to the curves of your hips and waist. You catch his gaze and blush, looking away while he leaves to rejoin the groom’s party.
The wedding itself had gone perfectly. Everything went according to plan from the toasts to the dance to dinner. Except for when you were drunk and let Pietro kiss you in one of the venue’s back rooms. You had been trying to find a bathroom when your new brother found you stumbling around and you ended up in a cluttered room, whispering compliments and sneaking touches not quite appropriate for siblings.
“You look so damn good in this dress.” He told you, his hands messing up your hair while you giggled about how wrong this was even as you kissed him back.
“Mm, Pietro,” You murmured, gasping as his lips trailed down your neck. “We can’t. My mom literally just married your dad.”
“That’s what makes it so much hotter.” He says, grinning down at you before capturing your lips in another kiss. Your lips part too easily and he licks into your mouth, tasting the sweet wine and frosting from the wedding cake as you moan. “Fuck, I should’ve objected.” He says, making you laugh as you playfully shove him.
The two of you had agreed it wouldn’t happen again. It was a one time thing, a mistake, even if it left you curious for more. You knew the energy would remain, however, and you tried everything to push back the move-in date until it was no longer reasonable for you and your mom to continue staying at your small apartment when she was newly married.
There were no issues, not really. You didn’t feel like Pietro had forced anything, but you knew it would only blur the lines more once you were living together. His dad was nice and friendly, he made your mother happy, and when you arrived at your new home you found that Erik had set up your bedroom before your arrival, and that made you feel more welcomed than anything.
“Go explore your new home, sweetheart.” Your mom encouraged after lunch, clearly wanting some alone time with her new husband.
Happily, you thanked your step dad for the meal and excused yourself before wandering the large house and its grounds. The halls were lined with large portraits and you noticed that some of them were a little askew. As you started to straighten one out, a sudden, but familiar gust of wind blew it off center again and you gasped as your hair flew around your face.
“Well, well, well,” Came a voice behind you and you turned to see that trademark silver hair paired with a cocky smirk. “Finally decided to move in, huh?”
“Hi, Pietro.” You say with a light blush because damn it, he is so hot.
“I’ve missed you.” Pietro says as he pulls you into his chest, his long arms wrapping around you as he squeezes and you grin, absentmindedly nuzzling into him. That cologne, you think, just like at the wedding.
When you pull away, Pietro tilts his chin to the portrait behind you. “We’ll have to get another one done now that includes you and your mom. My old man’s got a thing for family ties.”
“Oh, my mom would love that. She’s very into the Victorian era now thanks to your dad. Not quite the midlife criss I expected, but it’s better than her dating guys my age.” You joke and Pietro chuckles.
“You get the tour yet?” He asks, circling you once and you don’t fail to notice the way his gaze lingers on your body. You shake your head, biting back a smile as he extends his hand to you.
“I’d love one, but I do want to unpack.” You say, hesitating because you know what will happen if you’re alone with him again.
“No worries, I can help. Speed things along, you know.” Pietro isn’t pushy and instead of insisting, he simply picks you up bridal style and zips you to your new bedroom, dropping you onto your feet in the middle of the room before you’ve fully blinked.
“Okay, you’re just showing off.” You laugh and he just grins as he helps you unpack and get you settled in your bedroom.
In the following weeks, Pietro had less and less shame, he would walk around shirtless, pick you up and speed you away just to show you how quickly he could have you alone, tease you about your outfits in the morning. Your mom caught him sneaking out of your room once even though you hadn’t done anything except watch him go through your closet and answer his personal questions about your dating history. His dad caught him pinning you down on the couch in the living room after a playful fight over the remote nearly became more. Subtlety clearly wasn’t your brother’s strong suit.
It was a whirlwind having to be the rational one because while Pietro clearly didn’t see you as a sister, you still knew it wasn’t right. You were a rule follower through and through, a goody two-shoes even.
“Pietro, stop.” You scold quietly as you feel his hand on your thigh during dinner one night, brushing it off only for him to chuckle under his breath.
“It’s your fault, how is your skin so soft?” He whispers demandingly into your ear and you can’t help a soft laugh as it escapes you.
From the other side of the table, your mother smiles at the two of you and Erik squeezes her shoulder, noticing the same sibling bond forming in front of them. “It’s so nice to see the two of you have become friends.”
“Oh, it’s been great,” Pietro agrees, casually wrapping an arm around the back of your chair. “I think this is my second chance at being a better older brother. Didn’t quite get it right the first time.”
Your mom and Erik laugh at that and dinner resumes as if Pietro isn’t whispering inappropriate things to you. Your thighs squeeze together and you squirm slightly from his attention, and not because you don’t like it. A part of you knows this isn’t right, your parents are married, but a smaller part doesn’t fail to remind you that you’re not really related to begin with, not by blood.
It happens again one late night, the first time since the wedding when you cross the lines. You were munching on a granola bar and sipping some juice, wearing some sleep shorts and a crop top. You weren’t completely used to the nighttime noises around this new house, but you felt comfortable and safe. As you got lost in thought, the wind picked up and you turned to see Pietro strolling in, shirtless with that signature cocky smirk.
“Perfect, I was just looking for a midnight snack.” He grins like a predator, moving around the island and slowly caging you in a corner.
“Pietro,” You say with a warmth in your face that isn’t so much embarrassment anymore, but rather flattery. “You know you shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” He asks, taking your hand and lifting it to take the last bite from your bar. Fuck, stop staring at him, you think to yourself as he chews slowly, smiling at you in amusement. “You don’t like hearing how pretty you are, princess?”
Your words are caught in your throat, but you swallow them and try again. “It’s inappropriate. We’re siblings. My mom and your dad are married, remember?”
“Hard to forget when you keep reminding me,” Pietro says with an easy grin, one hand sliding around your waist and he leans down, his nose brushing your hairline as you shiver from the warmth of his body, his bare chest, so close. “But what if I told you I just don’t care?”
“You should.” You counter, looking up at him almost submissively and he gives you a noncommittal shrug.
With nothing left to say, you finally kiss him again. Pietro’s hands are cupping your face as he growls softly against your lips and you moan into the gesture. Without warning, he lifts you onto the counter and you moan as his tongue slips into your mouth all too easily. His hands are firm on your hips while you hold onto his shoulders, letting him step between your thighs as the kiss deepens. Your tongues are licking at each other’s mouths, hands groping and exploring as the kiss becomes a heated make out.
“Pi-Pietro, we gotta-mm-we gotta stop.” You say between kisses. Pietro moves his mouth down to kiss along your neck and you sigh as you let your head tilt back to give him more access. “Oh, please.”
“Fuck, I want you.” He groans, biting your bottom lip as his fingers curl into the hem of your sleep shirt, tugging desperately at the thin material and you almost let him pull it off until you hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
“Get off!” You whisper in urgency, pushing him away and hopping off the counter just as his dad walks into the kitchen.
Erik’s eyes catch his son’s cocky grin and his new stepdaughter’s flushed appearance as you fix your blouse. “Everything okay in here?” He asks, eyeing Pietro who gives him a small shrug and you quickly interject.
“Pietro was just helping me reach a glass.” You say as you set your empty glass in the sink and give Pietro a small nod. “Thanks.” You move past your step dad and give him a smile before chirping a too enthusiastic, “Goodnight!”
Erik and Pietro don’t move a muscle until your bedroom door is heard closing behind you upstairs, their eyes locked on one another as if waiting for the other to blink first. Erik takes a deep breath and sighs almost in annoyance.
“You better think about what you’re doing, son.”
“I’m not doing anything, old man.” Pietro says as he moves past his father with too much confidence only to be stopped with a firm hand on the shoulder and Erik squeezes warningly.
“Her mother means a lot to me, don’t go screwing around.”
That only made Pietro want to screw around more.
One afternoon, a few weeks later, you are reading in your bedroom which feels more and more yours, when Pietro comes in to bother you, fluster you, and you let him. “It must be exhausting to look this good all the time, huh?” He flirts, leaning against your doorframe and looking you over where you’re curled up in your bed.
“Stop it.” You laugh, blushing when he sprawls out at the end of your bed, an arm tucked behind his head, making his t-shirt ride up a little and expose the V cut in his hips and the happy trail disappearing underneath his waistband. “You know you’re not supposed to be in here. Your dad said.” You say in an attempt to deter him, and yourself.
“Yeah, he also said I’d be getting a little sister and he made it sound like you’d be a five year old, not this.” He says as he looks over you in that way that should make you uneasy, but lately just makes you hot.
“You need to behave.” You say with a of shake your head as you return to the book in your lap, chewing anxiously on your lip and hoping he doesn’t pull because you’ll follow.
Pietro sits up, his eyes on yours as he gently places a hand on your thigh. Your chest tightens and you give him a pleading look. “I’m serious, princess. You’re not what I was expecting, how am I supposed to behave around you?” He then crawls towards you, kissing you softly as you sigh and return the kiss, one hand coming up to rest on his jaw while he moves to lay on top of you.
“Just for a little bit.” You whisper, glancing at your bedroom door while Pietro takes your book out of your hands and pulls you fully underneath him by your thighs.
Your legs part as he settles between them and your hands tangle in his messy, silver hair as he kisses you hungrily and intentionally. You have to keep your focus not only on his mouth, but his hands because you know for sure they could make quick work of your clothes before you blink. His hands explore the shape of your body, kneading your breasts and ass while you let yourself trace the muscles on his back and the test the strength in his arms with a squeeze.
“Let me taste it?” He asks with a cheeky grin as you pull apart to take a breath and you bite your lip, nervously shaking your head.
“We’ll get caught.” You whisper, glancing back over at your bedroom door.
“They’re not even here.” Pietro counters, already kissing down your neck and sternum. “C’mon, it’ll feel so good.”
Your mind is spiraling from the sensation of his hands pulling your shorts and panties down, his mouth latches to your neck as his fingers prod at your folds. “Oh, my god.” You gasp softly as his digits slide between your legs, exploring and coaxing reactions from you that seem to fuel his bad idea.
“Told you, feels good, huh?” Pietro murmurs with a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes playfully as he moves down to settle his head between your thighs. “Fuck, you smell so good.” He groans, inhaling your scent which makes your face burn. His tongue parts your folds, flicking your clit and making your back arch against the bed. Your hand finds his hair and the other fists the sheets as his tongue burrows into you, his thumb rubbing on your clit until you’re trembling with an impending release.
“You shouldn’t be good at this.” You moan, watching him eat you out with greed, fingers playing with your clit and spreading your folds so he can get a good look at you which just makes you all the more shy.
“No,” He groans, lapping like a parched man at your leaking core. “I shouldn’t be good at this with you.”Pietro suddenly stops to remove your t-shirt and you whine quietly, your hips lifting towards him which makes him chuckle as he shoves his sweats down.
“Wait, no, we can’t do that.” You say, placing your hand against his bare chest to stop him.
“Just the tip, I promise,” Pietro counters, taking your hand and kissing your palm before leaning down and kissing your lips. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
You bite your lip and then nod slowly, watching him closely as he lines his tip to your wet core. “Go slow.” You whisper, watching with wide eyes as his tip parts you, making you stretch around him and you moan quietly, clutching absentmindedly to his forearms as he fucks you with his tip.
“You know,” Pietro says, panting softly as he fists his length to keep himself accountable, dipping into your opening again and again with an increasingly wet squelch that makes your shiver. “This doesn’t really count, we’re not going all the way.”
“That’s good,” You say, not really listening as you are too consumed by the pleasure and the adrenaline from having your step brother between your thighs in your bedroom. You are squirming and moaning as his tip brushes against your clit before slipping back inside you. “It’s so good, oh, fuck.” Pietro taps his heavy cock against your bud and you whine, looking up at him and biting your lip with want and hesitation.
“You want more, sis?” He asks so casually, so cheekily, it makes your belly flip because you shouldn’t be turned on by the way he asks, but you are.
“Yes, please, just fuck me.”
With that permission, Pietro sinks into you and you inhale sharply from the stretch and the way he fills you completely. “Fuck, baby,” Pietro groans, burying his face in your neck as his hips pick up speed and his cock slides all too easily, coated in a creamy sheen of your arousal while your scratch at his back. “Take it, just keep taking it, you feel so fucking good.” He growls, his fingers digging into your hips.
“Oh, Pietro! I’m gonna cum. Please, please, please!” You cry out, clinging to him as his arms wrap around you and he holds you flush to his body while he fucks himself into you. Your breasts bounce with each thrust and Pietro’s mouthing and sucking on them while getting lost in the way you clench and gush around his girth. Your release then crashes over you like a wave and you tremble in his arms as Pietro chases his own pleasure. “N-Not inside.” You manage while dazed and blissed out from the way his length keeps pounding into you.
“Shit,” Pietro suddenly pulls out and his cum spurts onto your stomach, groaning and doubling over as he jerks off on you. You’re panting beneath him, watching as he strokes his length and drips onto you before he suddenly lines himself back up. Still hard, still aching for more.
“Our parents will be home soon.” You try breathlessly, pushing weakly on his chest as he slides back in and you mewl softly, already arching for him again as he fills you completely.
“Fuck, that was so good. We gotta do it again.” He says, the strokes of his cock stretch and gradually increase in speed, making your eyes roll back as the pleasure and overstimulation consume you. “You like this, princess?” He asks with a nip at your lip while you nod along to his filthy words. “Like how big brother fucks you while mom and dad are gone?”
“Yes, yes, Pietro, it feels so good.” You cry softly, clinging to him as he keeps a steady pace that makes your toes curl and your head loll around from being so dazed. “Don’t stop, please.”
At this point, you don’t care that it’s wrong, you don’t care that you might get caught. Pietro’s not your real brother anyway, just a really good looking roommate if you think about it, and you try not to while he’s still in you.
Families are all different, and this one is yours now.
I hope everyone has a happy thanksgiving!🍁 🦃
I will be traveling for the holiday, but I just wanted to drop this off for the freaky girls, like myself, who love Pietro💙🩶
you’re standing in the kitchen, sorting through the groceries when you hear a familiar noise—like rapid munching. turning around, you catch sight of your boyfriend lying sprawled on the couch, stuffing his face with a box of what looked like chocolates. your stomach drops when you realise exactly what box it was.
“oh my god, please tell me you didn’t eat all of those!” you rush over, eyes wide as you snatched the empty box from his hands. he blinks up at you, a bit of chocolate smeared at the corner of his mouth.
“uh, yeah? you just had them lying around, and i was hungry… heh, sorry.” he swallowed. mouth agape, you simply stare at him.
“…peter, these weren’t regular chocolates. my friend gave these to me as a gag gift for april fool’s—they’re aphrodisiacs!” it takes a second for his brain to process the new information, eyes slowly widening as he looks from the empty box to you, then back to the box.
“hold on… you mean those kinds of chocolates? oh. oh shiiiiiit.” you drop your face into your hands with a groan. “yes, peter. and you just ate the entire box. like… the whole dang thing.”
he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking a tiny bit sheepish. “erm… what happens now? ‘cause, not gonna lie, i don’t feel any different.”
“yet.”
he looks like he was trying very hard to hold back a laugh, but it didn’t last.
“soooo…your best friend bought you sexy chocolates as a prank? that’s what we’re dealing with here?” you huff, plopping down next to him. “yes, okay? she thought it would be funny. i wasn’t actually planning on eating them.”
“well, now i’ve eaten them. what are we gonna do about it?” you rolled your eyes, poking him in the chest. “we? you’re the one who scarfed down a whole box of aphrodisiacs. this is a you problem now.” peter wiggled his eyebrows, trying to look sexy and seductive.
“oh, i don’t know… it might be an us problem real soon.”
•••
“ugh f-fuck.. keep going, keep going… yowza—yeah baby right there, sweet pussy’s gunna give me brain damage…” he babbles, head thrown back against the backrest of the couch. “peter… shut up…” you moan, rolling your hips down onto him, watching the entire length of his cock disappear into your pussy like a magic trick. the pink tip of his tongue pokes out of his mouth in an commendable attempt to stay silent. you lean down, capturing his tongue between your lips and start sucking, which coaxes strangled moan from him. “mghmm—c-can’t get enough of you,”
peter slurs between your joined lips, hand shoving under your shirt to play at your breasts. relishing in the delicious stretch of his cock, you arch your back and wiggle your hips, and it’s that exact moment that you feel a him twitch inside you.
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Warning: NSFW, slightly clingy Peter Maximoff, Peter is a desperate and a virgin
Peter was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes drifting along the details as his hand went over the cold side of the bed where you should be yet you were upstairs. He shouldn't be so clingy but he wants you down here with him, he wanted to pepper kisses amongst your skin.
He feels a bit... frisky today but like hell he would tell you. He was too scared of saying, 'Yo I kinda have a situation. You down to clown?'
Plus his sisters and mother were home, he would die if they came down to the basement and get an eyeful of him fucking you into the mattress.
Peter let out a frustrated whine, snatching a pillow to bury his face in it. He wants to get laid so badly, his batman sweatpants getting a tad but tighter as a tent forms. He didn't want to think about it but hell he thinks you are a banging hot babe. Somehow snatching you up was a feat in his books, he was a horny 20 year old virgin that is too scared to ask if he can fuck his partner of 4 years.
He thought about it, you on top. His hands squeezing your thighs, squelchy sounds as you ride him. He thrusted up a bit getting zero friction as he just subtly humped air. He wanted to just bury himself in you, deep enough to press against all those sweet spots. He could only imagine the sounds that would leave your mouth, he was practically about to make himself cum just thinking about what you would feel like as you unravel all over him.
He has to ask this question before he practically goes insane.
The Ask: I humbly ask for a Peter Maximoff smut, I'm thinking y/n either a: distracts him while he is playing his arcade games, b: using whipped cream to give him a lil sweet treat while fucking, or c: literally any smut of this man, I need him. Preferably him being a little cocky/silly, but when you actually do anything he is a whimpering mess praising you. - @envy-of-greed
I give you... Option A.
WARNINGS: SMUT! oral (m recieve), handjob, mommy kink, praise, reader is a tease, reader is MEAN, sub!peter, dom!reader, Peter becomes a MESS, reader calls him "pup" and "puppy" like once, aftercare, alluding to punishment
A/N: gonna work on a Spencer Reid fluff/comedic fic next
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Peter was annoying as hell.
She loved him to bits, she would do absolutely anything for him, but she was allowed to admit her boyfriend was a complete terror?
Y/N was peacefully sitting in her room when her telephone had rang. Placing down her magazine, she reached for it, bringing it to her ear, “Hello?”
“Babeeee,”
What a surprise this was. Peter Maximoff, who usually would just show up unannounced with his super speed, decided to give her a phone call?
“Peter? What’s the occasion?” she asked with a smile, leaning back against her pillows, twirling the telephone’s wire in her newly manicured fingers.
“Eh, I just remember you saying you like phone calls, the bonding or whatever. So i wanted to give you one.”
That made her heart melt. This little terror was sometimes a complete angel as well. “Yeah…” Y/N replied, “I love phone calls. Your voice sounds so nice on the phone, by the way,”
She could already picture him blushing. “I-It does? I mean, of course, yeah it does! I’m Peter freaking Maximoff, babe. Everything about me is top-tier,”
“You could work on your baking skills,” she mused, remembering literally every single time she would attempt to bake something with him. Flour everywhere. Remnants of cake or brownie batter on his face because he just had to eat some (a lot). Firealarm going off. Burnt baked goods. Every. Single. Time.
“Bitch! Every baking failure is your fault for always distracting me!” he whined in protest.
“How the hell do I distract you? I’m baking too!”
“ ‘Cause you’re pretty,” Peter replied cheekily, and she knew he would have wiggled his eyebrows if she could see him, “How am I supposed to focus?”
“Stop making excuses for your terrible baking skills. Even if I wasn’t there, you would be a mess,”
“For different reasons,” Peter scoffed, “I can’t bake by myself, I need your guidance,”
“But you can’t bake with me either because you allegedly get distracted. Sounds like you just can’t bake,”
“Fuck off,” he grumbled, making her laugh, “Let’s get to more important business: when can I pick you up?”
“I wasn’t aware of being picked up at all,”
“Yeah well I’m picking you up. I wanna spend some time with you!” she could hear his excited tone that was so uniquely Peter. Everything about him was unique. Everything about him was different and weird and strange and she loved every part of him.
“Well…” Y/N sighed, “I was going to start on some homework…”
“Boooo! College student booooo!”
“Shit, excuse me for wanting an education. Better than planning on living in my mom’s basement for the rest of my life,” she teased.
“Ouch. Fine. Can’t you do your homework later?”
“I’ve been procrastinating on it,” Y/N set down her magazine, getting off of the bed and walking to her desk, stretching her body as far as she could with the limits of the phone cord. Fingertips brushing against her notebook, she was able to grab it, nestling back into her bed and opening it, “Shit, it’s a lot.”
“Who cares? Finish it tomorrow!”
“It’s due in the morning.”
She could already tell he was pouting, she knew him so well. “Can’t you do it at my place?”
“You mean your mom’s place?” Y/N decided to keep teasing him. Peter was pretty much a loser, not really having any plans in life other than to lounge in his mom’s basement playing video games and eating twinkies for eternity. He thought he was a loser, Y/N’s parents thought he was a loser (which is why they don’t like him much), even Y/N thought he was a loser when they had first met.
Yet here she was, smiling like an idiot while babbling on the telephone with said loser. Said loser who always gives her (stolen) gifts. Said loser who comes over at random points in the day just to say he loves her (superspeed is pretty handy). Said loser who named his Dungeons and Dragons character after her (however, he was such a loser, he didn’t have many people to play it with). Said loser who would scoff and pout whenever she would tease him about being her future house husband (well, what else would he be, if he just plays video games and dotes on her all day?) Her favorite loser.
“Yes,” Peter deadpanned, “My mom’s place. Now may I come over so I can escort you to my mom’s place?”
She pretended to think about it, hearing his soft breathing on the other line as he waited for her to answer, “Fine. No distractions though!”
“Yes, ma’am,”
Y/N opened her mouth to say something else, jumping when she heard a harsh knock on her window. Whipping her head towards the source of the noise, she rolled her eyes with a laugh. Peter, waving at her with his usual happy dorky expression. Placing the phone back down onto its receiver, Y/N rushed towards the window, opening it. “Babe!”
“Missed me?” he asked with a smirk, zipping into her room and right past her, making her roll her eyes again. He picked up her notebook, examining the pages, “Ew ew ew. What the hell are you studying again?”
“Psychology,” Y/N sat on the bed, slipping her sneakers on and tying them.
“Boring,” he sped off in a blur to her desk, grabbing a pencil, and rushing back to her notebook.
She didn’t even notice, focused on her sneakers, but when she raised her head and saw him drawing on her notebook, her facial expression soured, “Pietro Maximoff!” she snatched the notebook back, flicking his forehead.
“Hey!” he gasped dramatically, “Ain’t no way you used my real name.”
“You misbehave to the point I have to like a mom,” Y/n replied dryly, going off to her closet to grab her bag. Brows furrowing, she dug around a bit, “Shit… Dunno where my bag went-”
“Ahem,”
Y/N didn’t even have to turn to know what that meant. But she did, and, not to her surprise, Peter was holding her bag with a smirk on his face.
“Asshole,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. She knew him well. If she attempted to grab the bag, he would just zoom off somewhere else to tease her.
“Aren’t you going to get it?” he asked with faux innocence, holding it out to her.
“Fuck that, I know what you’re planning,” Y/N shook her head, raising her brow at him expectantly, “Drop the bag,”
“Um, am I a dog?” He placed a hand to his chest, jaw dropping like the drama king he was. He should have been in theatre when he was in school.
“Do I have to treat you like one?” Y/N threatened boldly, “Come on, pup, drop the bag,”
Peter’s eyes widened and he dropped the bag, “You did not just say that,”
“Well, it worked,” Y/N smirked, grabbing her bag and planting a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy,” She began throwing her supplies for her homework into her bag, unaware of the growing dent in his pants.
“Bitch,” he mumbled to himself, too quiet for her to hear.
“Alright, I’m ready to go,” she announced, slinging her bag over her shoulder. He just stood there, eyes glazed over. “Earth to Peter?” she snapped her fingers in his face twice before he blinked, coming back down to society.
“Okayletsgetoutofhere,” he word vomited, grabbing her waist (with one hand on her neck, of course! Gotta prevent that whiplash!), and within seconds, they were in his room (the basement).
“Shit, am I ever gonna get used to that?” Y/N laughed, flopping onto his unmade bed in dizziness. Before she could react, Peter dived in on top of her, making her let out a pained, “Oof!” and a “Peter!”
A childish giggle left him, arms going around her waist as he nuzzled into her neck, “Hm?”
“Can’t breathe,”
“Are you calling me fat?”
“I apologize, my dainty little princess,” she deadpanned, arms going around him too. Yes, he was crushing her, but she honestly didn’t care, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She then felt something on her thigh. Felt like something was poking-
Oh.
Oh.
She smirked, but didn’t say anything about what she just realized, casually stroking his hair, “My pretty puppy,”
He gasped, immediately dashing off. Poor thing was flustered, playing one of his (stolen) arcade games, back turned to her.
“What’s wrong?” Y/N immediately got to teasing him, “I thought we were cuddling?”
“Wanna game,” he replied simply, and his ears went red. Cutie pie.
“You wanna game? But I thought you wanted to spend time with me?” she laughed.
“You said you wanted to do your homework,”
“True true…” she opened up her notebook, glancing at his squirming figure, “You dancin’, love?”
“No, I’m not dancing,” was all he said. There were plenty of times he didn’t catch onto her teasing, which was always adorable. This seemed to be one of them.
“Then why are you moving like that?”
“Like what?” Now he was playing dumb. He groaned as he died in the game, restarting it.
She slid off of the bed, walking to him and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she said, “You’re acting funny, darling,” she pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling him tense under her touch.
“N-No, I’m not,”
“Oh, really?” One hand reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear before planting a kiss there, “You’ve been acting funny ever since I called you a good boy,” His breath hitched, making her smirk, “I didn’t know calling you that would have such an effect on you, baby. Maybe it’s because you’re so bratty, you don’t hear that often, huh?”
“Stoooop,” he whined, losing in his game again, “You made me lose,” Peter pouted.
“Hm,” she let her hands drop lower, fiddling with the button of his pants absentmindedly, “You must be slacking, Peter! You should be able to game under any condition, right?”
“But-”
“Nuhuh,” she pressed a finger to his plush lips, “No ‘but’s from you. We gotta practice your concentration skills, my love. They’re lacking,” she unbuttoned his jeans, making him gasp. His hands were gripping the game’s controls tightly, however they were unmoving as she palmed him through his boxers. “Hey,” she roughly squeezed his length, making him squeak cutely. “Did I say you could stop? C’mon, time to practice.”
“S-Sorry, Y/N,” he stuttered out, hitting restart again. She squeezed his cock through his boxers again, earning a whine from him.
“Now what do you call me when I play with you?” Y/N asked tauntingly, running a single finger over his clothed length. Up and down. Up and down. Up and-
“Mommy,” he bit his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning.
“That’s right, darling, I’m Mommy,” She stepped away, confusing him, until she got down on the floor, crawling right between him and the game. “Mommy’s going to take care of your pretty cock now, okay?” Her hands trailed towards the belt loops of his jeans as she spoke, “You are not allowed to stop playing your game. Each in-game death is two spanks. You’re not allowed to cum till you clear three levels, understood?”
Peter’s cheeks flared up and he nodded excitedly, “Yes, Mommy,”
“Good boy,” she purred, pulling down his pants and letting them pool at his ankles. Fingers dipping into the waistband of his boxers, she cooed, already noticing a small wet patch, “So excited, huh?” she pulled down his boxers, letting them join his pants on the floor. Y/N stuck out her index finger, letting it run along his cock like before. Up and down. Up and down. Up and-
“-Mommy,” Peter whined, “Stop teasing me, please,”
“Oh? The bratty boy is using his manners?” she cooed, wrapping her fingers around his thick length and slooooowly stroking him, “Remember the rules and everything will feel amazing, yeah?”
He nodded, sucking in a breath, “Y-Yeah,” Peter tried to focus on his game, he really did, trying his best to get his character past the villainous NPCs. But as soon as Y/N began to stroke faster, he whimpered, his character being slain.
“Oh?” Y/N smirked, pausing her movements and making him whine more, “Already lost? That’s two spanks, darling,”
“Sorry, Mommy…” He mumbled in embarrassment, restarting the game, “I won't do it again- fuck,” She started stroking him again, the delicious feeling going straight to his pretty little head. Any sort of sexual intimacy would immediately make his brain short-circuit, causing him to be complete putty in her hands.
“I know you won’t do it again, Peter, because you’re a good boy, right?” Y/N’s lips curled into a little smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to his tip, continuing to stroke him. “You’re my good boy?”
“Mhm,” he nodded, bottom lip between his teeth as he attempted his game again, his avatar jumping through obstacles and avoiding approaching enemies, “I’m y-your good boy- ughhh,” she wrapped her pretty lips around his tip, teasingly sucking on it. He bit his bottom lip again, hard enough to draw blood.
Peter couldn’t help it, he took a glance down at Y/N, mouth going dry seeing her sucking on his tip, stroking him in a steady rhythm with her own eyes looking dead at his. His eyes widened seeing her take him deeper into her mouth, eyes not leaving his for even a second.
Game over.
He looked up at the screen of his game, realizing his character died again. Fuck.
Y/N pulled her mouth off of his dick with a pop, making him whimper, “Two more spanks, darling. That’s four now.”
This was going to suck. This was going to suck in the best way possible.
“Didn’t you say you were going to be a good boy?” Y/N asked, pouting exageratively, “I remember you saying you were going to be a good boy,”
“I am your good boy!” Peter huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
Y/N laughed, pressing a kiss to his thigh, “You’re so cute, baby. Now, c’mon, start the game again. You’ll never get to cum at this rate.”
Poor thing panics, starting the game up again. He began spamming the buttons desperately, wanting to clear those three levels so Y/N would allow him to cum. Overstimulation was hot as hell, but edging was terrible (which is why that was her usual punishment for him).
Her lips were on him again, sucking hard, and poor guy was seeing fucking stars trying to focus on this damn fucking game. He was a good gamer, these levels should be easy to clear, but when Mommy is sucking his cock how is he able to focus on such a thing? He would rather abandon the game and fuck her like a bitch in heat, which is certainly what he felt like at that moment.
It was torture. Spamming buttons desperately, not beating the level, the threat of edging and spanking in the air. He was going crazy.
“Thats ten spanks now, baby,” Y/N said after another failed level, “I thought you were good at games,”
“I-I am!” He exclaimed, “It's hard to fucking focus when you're sucking the soul out of me!” A pout formed on his pretty lips, brows furrowed as he attempted to play the level again.
“Watch your tone, Peter,” Y/N glared at him, making him feel emotional. Whenever he was in a vulnerable place like this, it's embarrassingly easy for him to burst into tears. Especially because during any form of intimacy he was baby or darling or something cute, never Peter. Why would she call him by his name? Was he being bad?
“Sorry, Mama,” he mumbled.
Y/N couldn't help but smile softly, being reminded once again how much she adored him. Her pretty boy. Her favorite loser. Being called her titles by him always made her weak at the knees. “I know, baby,” she was a soft domme at heart, she can't be mad at him. Ever. He was her baby and he deserved the whole world. “Let's try this again, okay?”
She waited for him to nod before taking him into her mouth again. His pretty tip was red and hot in her mouth, dribbling pre-cum on her tongue as she swirled the muscle along.
He finally beat the first level, moving on to the next excitedly. He was getting somewhere now! Soon he'll be allowed to cum and maybe Y/N will let him inside…
Yes, he really wanted to be inside her.
Y/N began taking him deeper into her mouth, and fuck he felt his tip nudge the back of her throat so perfectly he wanted to cum. So bad. But he won't because he's a good boy and he's not going to cum until he's allowed to.
That was the plan, at least.
But his name was Quicksilver for a reason and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His left hand was gripping the joystick painfully hard, knuckles white as he moved it around in an attempt to get his character across the map to the next level.
He finally made it to the third level, sighing in relief. He was getting somewhere. Almost to the end. She was bobbing her head up and down, one hand gently rubbing his tender balls, bringing him closer and closer to release.
“AhI’msoclosethatfeelssogoodthankyouthankyouI’msoclose” he babbled out, speaking practically a mile a minute. A wide grin appeared on his face once he cleared the third level, “IdiditcanIcomenowpleasecanIcumnow-”
She pulled off of his dick again, making him groan in both desperation and annoyance, “You cleared the level? Good job, sweetie. I guess I can let you cum now…” They both stared at each other, Peter panting and his chest rising with each labored breath, Y/N batting her eyelashes at him meanly, continuing to tease him. He was ready to just start fucking her face and go wild, but he told himself he was going to behave.
So he’s going to behave.
Ugh, but why does she have to make it so hard?
“Can you keep going?” he finally asked.
“Should I, though?”
“You… You promised!” he gasped, eyes widening in panic.
“Hmmm, I don’t remember promising anything,” she replied, trailing her finger along his shaft like she always did when she wanted to fucking tease him. Up and down up and down up and down-
“Please?” Was she really going to make him beg? She knew he hated begging, which is probably why she enjoyed making him do that so much.
All she did was hum, continuing with that aggravating motion of her finger, fucking asshole.
“Please, Mommy?” he grumbled, hands balling into fists at his sides to keep him from going crazy. Think with your head and not your dick, Peter.
Y/N gave him another mean smirk, “That’s my boy…” she went straight back to sucking him off, and he was back to being a fucking mess.
She nodded, not stopping her sucking motion for even a second. However, his eyes were screwed shut so he didn’t even notice, continuing to beg to cum till she released his dick from her mouth and said, “You can cum, baby,” with a little laugh before going right back to work.
And within two seconds of being back inside her mouth, he was cumming hard, hands going to her hair for something to keep him grounded. When she pulled away from his cock once again, she swallowed without a second thought, rubbing his thigh soothingly, “You still there, baby?”
“Mhm,” Peter was a known chatterbox, everybody knew this. But every time after cumming, his desire to speak would vanish, the need to just be held and taken care of overpowering all else.
So Y/N stood up, taking his hand, “Let’s lay down, yeah?” She knew Peter could not last long, however, he could bounce back extremely fast. Just some cuddles will do, and he’ll be back to either a) yapping her ear off, or b) being hard as a rock. Or both. Who knows?
She laid down on his (unmade) bed, pulling him down beside her, “You need anything, baby?” He simply shrugged, arms going around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder, “Water?” He shook his head. “Snack?” Fast nod. Of course. “Alright,” she went to sit up, but he immediately tightened his grip on her. “Didn’t you want a snack?” she laughed.
He thought for a moment before hesitantly releasing her from his hold, allowing her to get up and go to his practical tower of Hostess treats, grabbing a box of Twinkies. His favorite. Sitting back down, she opened up the box, unwrapping a cakey treat while he leaned against her again.
“Here you go,” she said softly, letting Peter pluck the dessert from her hand and eat it. It was silent as he ate, her hand going to his hair to gently stroke the silver strands.
“Thank you,” he mumbled after he finished, looking up at her with a cute smile, “You always know just what I need,” he nuzzled his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent. “Love you,”
“Love you too, baby,” she kissed his head, sighing peacefully, “So… about that punishment…”
✧ a little extra follow on to this fic but can be read separately. ✧
・❥・warnings: 18+ nsfw. it's just pure smut. explicit language, female reader. ・❥・ authors note: uh. this is the first time ive ever posted smut or fully wrote a whole fic of it so... IM NERVOUS BYE.
The movie had been completely forgotten about now. All Peter could think about was the way your lips felt on his, the way your tongue was in his mouth tangling with his. When you shifted in his lap, it was over for him. That was all he could handle. He pulled his lips from yours, breath heavy as he held you in place on his lap.
“What about the movie?” He said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.
“Who cares?” You mumbled, hands sliding down his shoulders and along his chest. Peter took a sharp breath in trying to focus but it was very hard — literally and figuratively — when you were sitting on his lap looking flushed from your make out session; your cheeks all red, lips swollen. It was probably one of his favourite looks on you.
“I thought you did, considering you bugged me for days on end to sit and watch this with you.”
”Well, I want to do something else now,” you slowly rolled your hips against his, eliciting a growl from his lips. His fingers dug into your hips as he helped you move against him, guiding your movements. Slow and tortuous — you knew how much going slow tortured him and that’s exactly what you wanted to do. Get him so worked up that he snaps and gives you exactly what you want.
The friction of your hips rubbing against his him was almost too much for him. His head was thrown back on the couch as he guided your movements. It was then you took the opportunity to press your lips to his neck - lightly at first then gently nipping, leaving a nice red mark there, claiming him as yours. Watching him explain that hickey to everyone tomorrow was going to be your amusement for the day. He was at his wits end, he couldn’t take it anymore as he pulled you up from his neck, crashing his lips against yours hungrily. His hands wasted no time in grabbing the edge of your shirt, tugging it off over your head and throwing it across the room. He couldn’t care less about anything other than getting you naked now. His touch was desperate and needy as his hands roamed up your sides, around your back and to the clasp of your bra. In an instant, he had it undone, throwing it behind him. You couldn’t help but giggle against his lips at his eagerness. Your skin felt like it was on fire at his touch, the desire burning up inside you.
His lips trailed down your neck with wet, open mouth kisses as his hands palmed your breasts. He lightly squeezed causing you to moan against his mouth which in turn made him smirk. As revenge, you rolled your hips against his harder, the outline of his cock prominent against his sweatpants. “Can’t wait anymore,” he breathed. You were almost certain he was using his powers when he pulled off your shorts in a blur, his own sweatpants gone and thrown to the side.
Now free from the confines of his sweats, you could see how hard he really was. As your hand reached out to palm him, he grabbed your wrist with a shake of his head. “Nuh-uh. I’m not fucking around right now. If I’m not inside you within the next second, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna spontaneously combust and that’d all be on you, babe. Imagine cleaning up that mess.”
“So dramatic,” you rolled your eyes at him but instantly shut up the second his hand slipped inside your panties. His fingers expertly began to rub circles against your clit, adding pressure that caused you to squirm in his lap fighting back a whimper.
“Not so sassy now, huh?” He smirked. His fingers moved faster against you, teasing between your folds with ease.
“Thought you didn’t want to fuck around?”
“Now who's impatient.”
He pulled his fingers from your panties making sure to make a show of licking his fingers of your arousal. The sight alone was nearly enough to make you cum. He pulled off your panties quickly, discarding them with the rest of your clothes that were scattered around the room now. Peter shuffled you off his lap for a moment as he lifted his hips to pull his boxers off. His cock sprang free against his stomach, hard and aching. Biting your lower lip, you settled yourself back on his lap.
Reaching between your bodies, you grabbed his length and positioned yourself above him. Slowly, too slowly for Peter, you sank down onto him. The groan that fell from his lips sounded like heaven, a gasp of your own echoing through the room as he filled you up. “Fuuuuuck,” he grabbed your hips tightly.
He gave you no time at all to adjust to him before he was thrusting his hips up into you. Hard. He slipped in and out of you easily - it was a marvel to him how wet he could get you without even really trying. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he kept pounding up into you. The moans passing your lips were music to his ears as he hit all the right spots. Finally, you managed to get him to still when you stuck your tongue in his mouth, stopping him in his tracks allowing you to start moving your own hips. His moved mouth hungrily against yours as you fucked yourself on his cock, Peter looking between your bodies as he watched himself disappear in and out of you. ‘What a damn beautiful sight’, he thought.
“F-Fuck, so good, baby. So good, keep going,” he praised as his hands slid up your back. He pulled himself up so his chest pressed against yours, the skin on skin contact only driving him closer and closer to the edge. One hand tangled in your hair, pulling your mouth back down to his. The only noises heard throughout the room were the slapping of skin and your moans that weren’t swallowed by Peter’s mouth. As you rode him, you felt that familiar coil start to build inside. Peter picked up on it, feeling you clench around him and suddenly you were on your back on the couch, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. “Shit… fuck, need to come, baby. Let go. Let go for me. Not gonna stop until you do.”
As much as he wanted to let go, he needed you to finish first. Peter was anything but selfish.
His babbling in your ear along with the feeling of him deep inside you was enough to send you over the edge. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it as your body arched into his. “Peter!” You cried out, body shaking as your orgasm hit you with such force you were sure you saw stars.
That was all it took to send Peter over the edge. “Fuck,” he hissed, pulling out (he really had no excuse to have a bad pull out game) and stroking his length until he painted your stomach with his release. In an exhausted heap, he threw himself down beside you. His hand lay on his chest as he caught his breath back.
“We might have to watch that freaky little doll again if this is how it ends up.”
“Are you saying Chucky turns you on?”
Peter had zoomed off to get a damp cloth to clean you up, reappearing in front of you in a blur of silver and blue to catch what you said. “What? No! Don’t twist my words, weirdo.”
“Wait until you find out there's like five of these movies. Can’t imagine how horny that’ll make you,” you teased. Sitting up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips in thanks.
“Hate you.” It was a pathetic mumble against your lips.
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Pietro Maximoff X fem!reader / SMUT (18+)
This Avengers party is more crowded than you're used to. Did Tony's friends suddenly double? Fuck, you don't know. All you do know is that the wine tastes better than usual.
You are about to bring your glass to your lips when you feel the breeze against your cheeks, and you gasp. You blink and realize your wine glass has disappeared from your hand. You look up and see that Pietro Maximoff is leaning against the snacks table, sipping on your wine. He arches his eyebrow cheekily and raises the glass in a mocking manner.
You narrow your gaze and storm over. "Real mature," you snap, fuming. Hypocritically, you press your index finger to the glass and freeze the liquid so Pietro can't finish your wine. He stares at the liquid in surprise and then sets it on the table behind him.
"That's cold, Princezna," Pietro laughs, winking at you.
God, you hate him.
And you tell him as much: "You're insufferable, Maximoff."
"And yet, you like me."
You let out a tipsy laugh, much louder than you'd hoped, and some guests look over at you both. "You wish," you say and stumble forwards, almost knocking Pietro over if he hadn't caught you by the waist, pulling you into him. You're too distracted by the warmth of his body to push away from him.
"You want to know something, Princezna?" He asks conspiratorily, his lips near your ear, and you shiver. You shouldn't have drunk so much wine because now his voice causes butterflies in your stomach.
"I'd like you better if we slept together," Pietro finishes, and your blood runs cold. You snap your head up to look at him, searching for any sign that he is joking. You take a breath, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. You should slap him. He would deserve it. You consider it for a moment, but ultimately, you decide to drag him to your bedroom and push him up against the wall to kiss his lips.
Pietro groans as his shoulders hit the wall, but he reacts quickly and kisses you back. Grinning against your lips, he opens his mouth to speak, but you cover his mouth with your hand. You stare at him, licking your lips. His lips taste of whiskey and a mix of the delicious wine you were drinking. Gross. You kiss him again, kissing him deeper this time.
Pietro spins your bodies around, his hand coming up behind your head to make sure you don't hit it against the wall. You hike your leg up his hip, tugging at his silver curls. This feels sinful and delicious. You're addicted, you couldn't stop even if you tried.
"Fuck," Pietro groans, kissing and sucking under your collarbone as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans. He shimmies them to his ankles as he bunches up your dress, pushing aside your panties. You moan, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation. There is a pause, and you open one eye. Pietro is staring at you with an unreadable expression. He leans in and softly kisses your lips.
"You're sure?" he asks, his tone careful. You frown, surprised by this side of him, and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You crash your lips into his once more.
"Shut up and fuck me, Maximoff," you whine, opening your legs a little more for him. You have never wanted anything more in your life.
The moment Pietro slides in, you feel like you're in a haze. His stubble is scratchy against your neck as he thrusts in and out, whispers incoherent praises as he fucks you. You groan and moan, unable to form sentences. It's the hottest thing you've ever experienced.
After what feels like forever in the best way possible and your second orgasm, Pietro pulls out and jerks himself off for a moment, tears in his eyes. He catches your gaze, and you understand that he's not quite sure where to come, and you drop to your knees, taking him in your mouth. Pietro inhales sharply and comes almost instantly.
Your hair is a mess when you pull away, resting on your heels. Your chest is heaving, your eyes hazy, and you expect Pietro to clean himself up and leave you. Instead, his face comes into your view, and you frown when his hand cups your cheek. "You did well, Princezna," he praises and kisses your sweaty forehead. "So so good."
You let your eyes close, your body leaning against his. You're exhausted now, and you need to be held.
You don't have the strength to be confused as to why Pietro's being so kind all of a sudden, and you definitely don't have the strength to fully comprehend his words when he whispers, "I like you for real, y/n," in your ear.
