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wanna be yours pt five | mcu ; p.maximoff
A/N ; Okay, so first of all... Oops. i have not updated this in lifetimes. I honestly got a little stuck as to what I wanted to do next BUT... trying to work on this pivotal future scene for a Stranger Things x reader fic I'm writing ironically is what brought me this idea? So anyway, yeah... This is uh... spicy.
Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader
Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I - part II - part III - part IIII can all be found by clicking. after AoU, Stark will not be dying, Pietro did not die, and frankly, Idk how much of the events in the actual films I'm pulling from just yet -if any. I might just do this like a lil "sneaky" relationship kind of thing, maaaybe.
Tag List ; @beardedbarba is the only person on my MCU masterlist however, I would like to tag @micolegg - feel free to ignore if you like dear! . if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including MCU , please let me know or add yourself -> here.
Warnings ; blackout, reader is scared of the dark ooh, dry humping -kinda, making out on the couch in the dark, cute fluffy moments leading up to that.
Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (headcanons fluff/filth alphabet only + no wrestling) -> send me things.
I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.
Everyone else was on a mission or out on the town for a night. This left you and Pietro alone together in the towers. You settled in on the sofa with red vines, popcorn, sour patch kids and a few sodas and your favorite horror movies and you figured that at some point, Pietro must have left too because you hadn’t seen him in hours.
Nightmare on Elm Street was just getting to the really good part, one of the gorier ones in the movie where Glenn is pretty much eaten by his waterbed and then thrown up all over his bedroom walls and ceiling. The storm that’s been threatening to hit for hours by now finally decides to start and outside in the city, the thunder and lightning roll noisily in the sky. At one point, just as Glenn is about to get it, you can feel someone watching you, so you pause the movie on the big screen and you turn around to find only yourself in the room.
You shrug it off and lean forward, picking up the package of red vines and peeling one away. As you raise it to your mouth to take a bite, eyes glued to the bloodbath on the screen in front of you, Pietro’s sudden appearance in the room makes you jump up a foot in the air and clutch your heart as the scream dies on your lips.
He glances at the screen and cringes, chuckling quietly. “How do you watch this shit, draga mea?”
“With my eyes, Pietro.” you retort, giving him a playful smirk. Pietro falls to the couch right beside you and you nearly choke on the bite you’d taken of your red vine when you feel his hair against your bare thigh upon sitting down again. You can feel the damp of his hair against your leg. You can also feel his eyes fix on you and linger.
But you don’t say anything to acknowledge it. You’ve gotten used to him being around. And now that he’s actually started to talk to you more instead of just being sexy and broody all the time when he’s lingering like this, it’s kind of nice.
Comforting.
Your hand lowers and cards through damp platinum and brown curls as you continue to watch the rest of the movie. Pietro rolls onto his side at one point and when his mouth grazes against the exposed skin of your thigh, it’s like someone’s just given you a low volt electric shock. And your tummy flutters a little before you can stop it from happening. After he settles into place, you lower your hand again, dragging it back through his hair.
He looks up at you and bites his lip, his eyes settling on your mouth for seconds that stretch and linger just long enough that you can feel your stomach really flutter as your lips tingle and you find yourself unable to think about anything other than what his mouth might taste like.
The movie playing comes to an end and you look down at him. “Do you wanna watch something different?” as you hold out the slim remote in your hand. Pietro takes it and as the remote changes hands, your fingers brush against his palm and you bite your lip. He pulls himself to a sitting position and starts to flip through the movies you have saved on your profile on the television.
As the realization hits that you only have horror, true crime documentaries or those silly romantic movies saved, Pietro’s gaze shifts to you. Then he smirks. He picks the first Indiana Jones movie and holds the remote back out to you. You take it and stifle a yawn as you sit it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Pietro glances at his leg and stares at you and you swallow hard.
“If you’re tired.” he says with a mild shrug. You know it’s probably not a smart idea all things considered, but your desire to be close to him outweighs rational thought at the moment so you stretch out on the sofa with your head on his thigh. The opening credits roll and Pietro’s fingers move through your hair slow as he settles in. You reach out to grab the bowl of popcorn and with a chuckle, he grabs it first. You pout and he shrugs, taking a handful for himself. “Open your mouth.” he mutters quietly. When you do, he tosses a piece of popcorn in. You roll onto your side so that you can reach up into the bowl and you dig around, collecting a handful for yourself. “Open your mouth.” you’re smirking when you look up at him and say it.
This turns into you and Pietro, sitting up on the sofa and tossing popcorn at each other’s open mouths. Laughing about it when him or you misses. The storm outside picks up and the electricity flickers for a moment and then it’s total darkness.
Because while your father is Tony Stark, this does not mean that the Tower is immune to blackouts.
You’ve never particularly liked the dark and the blackout happens quick enough that before you’ve realized what you’ve done, you’re sitting in Pietro’s lap. You hide your face because it’s so stupid and childish, it’s only a little storm and darkness.
Muscular arms wrap around you before he can think to stop himself. Thick fingers drag up and down your back, trailing over your spine as he pulls away a little to look at you in concern. “Afraid?”
“Ha ha.” you mumble, pouting. “I know it’s stupid, I just… I hate these fucking blackouts. The darkness, bad storms and small spaces are my biggest three fears.”
Pietro makes a mental note of this, although… In the back of his mind, he can’t say he’s entirely displeased about the fact that the blackout and the storm have led to you, sitting in his lap with your head against his neck. The scent of strawberry and cream shampoo filling his nose as his nose nestles against the top of your head. He can feel his cock getting harder by the second so in order to keep things from being too awkward, he shifts himself around a little.
But it doesn’t help.
And as the storm starts to intensify, you seem to melt into him and breathe in and out, the soft warmth of your breath tickling at his neck. His fingers dig into your body a little and he’s humming because he wants to relax you while taking his own mind off of the effect your body against his body is having on him.
But the humming doesn’t actually work. And then you’re looking up at him and all he can do is stare at your lips with heavy debate on kissing you. You swallow hard because you can’t stop staring at his mouth and when he drags his tongue along the outline of his lips while staring at your mouth, you can’t take another second.
Your hands drift upward, one resting against the thick column of his neck as your fingers caress his cheeks. The other hand clutches at his bare chest. Before you know it, you’ve settled yourself even closer to his body with your legs wrapped around his waist as your mouth slowly closes the distance to his. Pietro seems to pick up on what’s happening at the same time and he starts to lean in too, his rough lips collide with yours as his hand tangles up in your hair and uses the grip he has on it to deepen the kiss. The first time he rolls his hips up into you from below, your nails dig against his chest until there are little crescents in his skin. His tongue dominates and he’s mumbling to himself in a mix of Sokovian and English, kissing you harder and more frantically until you’ve forgotten to breathe a time or two and you can feel your lips start to swell. His hands are all over you, they won’t stay still or settled in one place too long and the more he touches you, the more you come alive in his lap. Rocking yourself against the way he’s pitched a tent in the track pants he’s wearing. And those track pants are thin. Unforgiving. You can feel every single inch with each rub against him.
You pull apart to breathe and you’re dizzy and breathless. As you both catch your breath, you lean against him.
One thing is inescapable for you. Now that you know what his kiss and his touch feels like, how can you possibly expect yourself to keep trying to fight whatever is happening off?
You can’t. You’re fucked.
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