Marvel X Reader Smut

Peter Maximoff

A/n
Hey guys I thought as a celebration for this becoming a Marvel smut book instead od just Avengers, I would post this. It was made over this course of like a week or two so that is why it is so...long.....(sorry bad dick joke) anyways I am in the porcess of my Stephen Strange one, I have about 2,000 something words on it and I will hopefully have it done tomorrow :)
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You move out of the jet after a boring flight, giving Peter a devious smile. "You ready?" You ask and he quickly moves to your side.
"Was born ready for this," He grins, grabbing the back of your head and flying past the others.
Thousands of small mechanical like aliens flooded the sky and he leaves your side to start grabbing civilians.
You raise yourself into the air, focusing your energy as you grab the air around you, sending invisible discs of death through a long line of the aliens that breathed what appeared to be a purple fire.
you took out a good fifty this way as the others fought from the ground.
you continued doing this, watching beams of lightning or red coming from Storm and Scott, occasionally seeing a flash of Peter or Kurt, seven or so of the aliens falling with them. Jean focused on tearing them apart.
You let yourself move down to the gorund, seeing Peter run up the side of a house as he jumps into the air and your eyes widen, quickly blowing the blur of him back just as he narrowly misses the red lazer from Scott.
"Be careful!" You scold him as he quickly recovers.
You move into the air, sending a wave of it as it crushed more of the small mechanical worms, the screeches sounded like eels from a movie you had watched the previous night with peter. Princess Bride you believed the name was.
"Hey, Peter, you remember that movie we watched lastnight?" You ask him as you move closer to him as he stops for a moment.
"Yeah, the one with those eels?" He asks with a cheeky smile.
"Glad I wasn't the only one reminded of them," you laugh before he moves quickly away, however you swore he kissed your cheek first.
Finally, you dropped the last one and you breath tiredly, Peter stopping right next to you, his goggles still over his eyes and dirt and blood covered his face a little, his hair matching, ruffled and windblown.
you couldn't help your mind wander as you looked at him. He must have been the sexiest perosn in the world, especially right after a battle: Rumpled clothes and blood and dirt splattered across his whole body.
He caught you staring at him with the same mischievous expression he new too well and a smirk curled onto his lips.
"At least let me get my face clean, yeah?" He asks and you bite your lip.
"Good thing you're fast then," you hear him chuckle, moving towards you in a blur and grabbing you bridal style, bringing you back to the jet as the others climb in moments later, Scott and Storm moving to the cockpit.
You sat next to him. Jean, and Kurt tiredly sitting on the other seats, dozing off.
you look at Peter who sits next to you and you lean into his side, letting your hand drift discreetly between his legs, bringing your had up against him roughly, making him suppress a moan as he looked at you, but you simply move your hand up, making him take a deep breath and close his eyes, shifting his hips towards your hand and you move your hand off him, bringing your arm up, your hand held his as you decide to rest for now. He moves his arm around you and kisses your temple.

You step out of your shower an hour later, drying your hair for the most part as you grab underwear, slipping them on along with short shorts and a croptop.
you leave your bathroom just as Peter enters without knocking, standing infront of the closed door with a heavy rising chest as he looks at you for a moment, his gaze roaming your body before moving towards you. He appears infront of you a second later, his hands moving your hair off your shoulder as his lips attached to your collar bone, moving around until he found your sweet spot and he started to attack that spot, making you moan and whimper, the grip he had on your hips tightening as your hands move to his hair and you feel him start walking you backwards, making you fall against the bed roughly as his lips connect to yours, moving his hands under your shirt as his finds your breasts, cupping each one and moving them in circles, making you bite his lip, a smirk curling onto the sides of his as he breaks away just so his soft lips brushed against your's.
"You know you look so damn hot in that tight outfit," He purrs in your ear, making your breath hitch as you feels his own on your neck, hot and moist.
He nearly rips the shirt off you as he removes it form your body, moving between your legs as he moves to your lips once again, letting his tongue dive into your mouth with skill, your hands tangling into his silver locks once again, forcing him to you more.
His breathing was hot and heavy as he breaks away from you and you feel yourself suddenly be grabbed and tossed into the air and you feel him grab your shorts and underwear. You would've said something about it to him but he put you on your wooden wardrobe and moved between your legs, pressing his hips against you so fast it made you only whimper, a chill running down your spine as you feel the lump in his leather pants.
"You know, you shouldn't wear those when you're like this, it gives you away," you smirk, bringing your hands to his jacket and he allows you to slip it off his shoulders.
You lift his shirt off him next and your hands move over his chest and down to his stomach, digging your nails into his back as you move them to his shoulderblades, making him growl from the pain as he smashes his lips into yours with a new force.
Your hands rest on the back of his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist.
"You still keep the duct tape in your nightstand?" He asks after a moment.
"Do you still have super speed?" This brought a smirk to his lips as he quickly leaves you, returning seconds later now holding the roll of duct tape.
"Be gentle, you nearly ripped half my skin off last time," you hear him chuckle at the memory slightly before he rips the end away from the roll, gripping your wrists and wrapping the duct tape around them infront on you.
You watch as he bites the end of the duct tape, wrapping the loose bit around you as you move your hands down to his pants, gripping the belt as you tugged harshly, the task proving more difficult with binded hands. However, while his hands roamed your sides, and his lips roamed your neck, you finally felt it come loose. Now you unbuttoned his pants, however he moved his hands from you and brought them to your own, bringing them up and pinning them above your head.
"Fuck, come on, Peter" you groan, throwing your head back.
"And they say I need to take it slow," He chuckles darkly against you jaw, knowing it would only torture you more.
You decide to take matters into your own hands and use your legs to push him against you more as you start rolling your hips against him, forcing a moan out of him as his head falls against your shoulder, moving down as he brings his lips to your skin once again, kissing down your chest, forcing you to buck your hips at the feeling of needing more friction as his hips move down, his stomach now resting between your legs.
With your hands still pinned in the air against the wall, all you could do was look at his hair that shielded his face while his mouth sucked on your left breast, his free hand grabbing your other one.
You finally felt him loosen his grip on your hands as you started grinding your hips against him once again.
you were able to slip your hands out of his grasp and your hands fell, chewing your lip as your fingers intertwined with his hair, tugging when you felt his teeth.
He let his hands go to your waist when you stopped your movements and moved them forward. You got the hint quickly and started grinding your hip once again as you let out a soft moan, feeling him move up so you grinded against his erection.
"Shit- okay -fuck," He breaths, his nails digging into you as you grind your hips roughly.
you suddenly hit the bed as he throws you down and pins your hands above your head as he lays over you.
Being unable to touch him made you groan mentally, looking at his chest and to his shoulders where his hair softly touched.
"Let's see what we're working with, yeah?" He asks retorically, bringing his hand down between your legs and he groans in satisfaction at the feeling of how wet you were.
"Oh hell yeah," He whispers, dipping his fingers into you moving fast before stepping up to his inhumane speed, making you moan and raise your back up, whimpering as you couldn't grab anything unless he handed you something.
He moved his fingers apart inside of you, making you gasp as he brought a third finger into you.
"Fuuuck!" You moan, grinding your hips against him and he suddenly stops, making a frustrated noise escape your lips.
"Calm down, y/n. You'll get what you need," He hums, letting his fingers dip halfway into you again before moving out and going to your clit, rubbing and flicking it around, making you buck your hips and arch your back.
How can anyone calm down when he is doing that?? You think to yourself as you watch him sit on your legs as he watches his fingers rub against you, occasionally letting his fingers go knuckle deep inside of you before pulling out.
Finally, he moves off you, instructing you to spread your legs.
While he didn't give you exactly what you wanted, you couldn't say you were disappointed when he moved your legs onto his shoulders as he let his tongue flick against your entrance, making a gratified moan escape his lips, vibrating your body as you whimper, feeling him let his tongue go as deep into you as he could, flicking around in every direction which makes you accidintally let out another moan, your freed hands moving to his hair, tangling your fingertips through it.
"Fuck, Peter," you moan, arching your hips and you feel him smirk against you. You didn't mind the cocky demeanor it held, you were too caught up in your own world where only his tongue and hair existed.
you feel the twisting feeling in your stomach get more intense before you suddenly feel him bring his tongue out, licking up to your clit which only made the feeling worse and you grab his hair tightly, groaning in frustration.
"I might just have to keep you in this state, you look so hot," He breaths, looking up at you through his eyelashes, watching as your chest rise and falls heavily with one breath after the other.
"You're a dick," you breath.
"Hey now, be careful. You're the one tied up, remember?" He warns, unable to keep the smirk off his face.
"Come on now, have I ever not let you finish?" He asks.
"No," you reply.
"Exactly, becuease I'm just too God damn good at this-" you cut him off by letting out the air in his lungs for a second, making him stop talking as he takes air into them again quickly, a satisfied smirk on your lips as he looks up at you.
"You sure you wanna do this?" He asks, knowing what the action meant.
"Do you?" You counter, letting a invisible disc of air cut off the tape.
He quickly pins you down and you flick your fingers and blow him off of you, making him lay on his back for a minute as you quickly straddle him, however he only grabs you and flips you on your back, however before he can gain balance you flip both of you over once again, coming dangerously close to the edge on the bed.
You force his hands away from your hips, keeping them down with strong wind as you work on his pants with haste, knowing your powers would only hold him for a few seconds.
you drag them down halfway down his hips before he is able to grab you with a growl, flinging him off however, you keep him in the air just hovering over the floor so he can't move and you can't help the smirk that finds its way to your lip at how useless this rendered his abilities, and you knew he was thinking the same thing.
You walk towards him, continuing the work you had started, however as soon as you got closer he kicked his leg up and swatted your hand out of the air, allowing him to move to the ground as he makes quick work of grabbing you and duct tapping your hands to the single hook that resided on the ceiling over you both so your arms were fully extended and you were on your knees. He gives you a cheeky smile, knowing you weren't getting out of this before he let you, making you bite your lip and try not to let the smile creep onto your lips, but it still shows in your eyes.
He got off the bed and shrugged off the leather and his boxers, making more heat shoot between your legs as you watched him for the split second he aloud before his face came inches from yours, letting himself lean in and moved past your lips, your tongues dancing for dominance. You lost that battle too.
"Y/n come on, I need your nails digging into me," He growls in your ear, mocking the fact you couldn't touch him. He knew taking it away from you drove you nuts and it only made him smile when you groan.
He moves quickly as he makes you move a bit as he lays under you in a flash, his dick lined up at your entrance.
"Drop," He instructs and you do so, making both of you moan as he suddenly filled you, making his fingertips press into your hips so much it hurt but you didn't care, you repeated the action, causing his breathing to hitch.
He helped you move in a more rhythmic thrust as you landed against his hips once again, his thumbs moving in small circles.
Suddenly you felt yourself with your legs wrapped around his waist as he rested on his knees, thrusting in and out of you at only the speed he could reach, creating a numbed pleasure as you moaned, bucking your hips against him.
"Fuck," He breaths, slowing his pace until he stops fully, pulling out of you before laying himself down on the bed again, however this time he had a view of your ass, which his hands surely didn't neglect, making your legs give out only to let his cock slide into you, making your breathing hitch and his hands go to your front, rubbing your clit as you grind your hips in circles, keeping him inside of you fully, making moans escape his lips aswell.
He examined your back as you moved, watching your muscles tense as you used them.
He recalled the first time you guys ever talked about the possibility of being 'intimate' as you put it with a huge blush. Even the word 'dick' made red come to your cheeks around him. You had known him for a good two years and you had been dating for one. He was your first all together. First boyfriend, kiss, and intimate partner. Never in a million years had he expected you to be into rough sex.