(Pietro x Reader)
The base was heavily protected. Considerably more than the intel had suggested and you were worried. Scans showed hundreds of life signs and sentry robots patrolled the sky above.
Steve detonated the C-4 Pietro had planted and the explosion made the earth tremble beneath you.
The explosion drew the robots while the rest of the team headed inside the building. Leaving you, Tony and Pietro to draw the Hydra soldiers out and keep their exit clear. You drew your weapon, holding in a breath as the soldiers headed straight for you.
"Oh come on y/n, it's your birthday you have to make a cake!"
Distracted by Tony's whinging you fail to notice the soldiers' fist, it striking you hard in the face. Stumbling back, you scowl as he pulls out a knife. You easily block his next attack, kicking him in the balls and smashing your baton into his back, forcing him to the ground.
"I think you missed the point there, you should be making me one."
A quick hit to the head and you move on to the next soldier. Tony, however, was intent on annoying you.
"But yours are amazing."
"I'm starting to think that's all you keep me around for Tony."
"I thought you knew?" He teased and you pictured his smirking face as he obliterated another gun tower.
The gun tower you just happened to be fighting beside. The force of the blast knocked you off your feet, sending a Hydra soldier back onto the floor with you.
"A little warning would be nice!" You hissed, elbowing the soldier in the throat before he had chance to reach for his weapon. Leaving him gasping and clutching at his throat.
"Sorry! You've got company y/n."
Another group of soldiers jumped out of a truck to your right, their machine guns firing. One of the bullets grazes your shoulder, leaving behind a nasty gash. Shit. Desperate for cover you duck behind a burnt out car.
The soldiers were so busy advancing towards you they didn't notice the little silver ball bounce and roll towards them. You averted your eyes while the flash grenade went off, counting down from 10 before peaking over the top of the car. Stumbling around and clutching their eyes, they were a perfect target. You broke into a run, wanting to take the men down before they recovered.
A blue blur hurtled past and in a matter of seconds the soldiers lay in a mangled heap on the floor. Pietro slid in beside you unsteadily with a smug smile. His eager blue eyes looking up at you.
"Did someone say cake?"
You rolled your eyes at him, desperately trying to hold in the smile threatening to spread all over your face. It was so hard to stay professional with Pietro around, he managed to get you all flustered without even trying. Not that you would admit it. You were enjoying his attempts at flirting way too much.
"Little help here lovebirds?" Tony called over the coms.
Without replying you gave Pietro a sideways glance and ran back towards Tony. He had been knocked to the ground, sentry robots surrounding him.
It wasn't long before Pietro caught up to you, trying to get your attention again.
"There's no cake?"
One of the robots charges its blasters aiming for Tony's head and you jump onto it's back, forcing your baton through its neck. The electric charge short circuited the robots' systems and you wrenched your baton out again, practically decapitating it.
"We're in the middle of a mission Pietro, I don't have cake!"
He pouted at you taking out another robot behind you. Forgetting yourself, you laughed and heard Wanda giggle over the coms.
Pietro ran around the outside of the group, smashing his way through five robots in one go. Still having time to stop and smile at you while you struggled with just one, splitting open it's chest, sparks flying everywhere.
While Tony destroyed the remaining robots, you worked together with Pietro to thin out the last of the soldiers. He took out the majority of them, helping you if you got overwhelmed.
The area around the base was clear for now. Hiding out of sight you both took a few moments to catch your breath, feeling the effects of your exertion. Pietro scanned the horizon and you watched his muscles tense and move.
"You're obsessed with cake Maximoff."
Pietro shrugged, closing the distance between you. His hand rubbed the small of your back and he leaned in, lips close enough to brush your ear.
"Only yours is sweet enough for me, sugar." He whispered and sped off to check the perimeter.
The moment he was out of sight you grinned, cheeks flushing. What a Dork.
"Man that was awful Maximoff!" Clint yelled in your ear and you jumped in surprise, "how long did it take you come up with that one?!"
"That's it, no flirting on missions!" Tony wailed, making throwing up noises.
Pietro ran past you again with a wink, a wave of blue clouding your vision. Make that a sexy fucking dork.
"Guys. Natasha has the intel; can you keep the path clear for us?"
Steve's voice broke you out of your increasingly vulgar thoughts.
"You got it capsicle. I'll cover you from above, y/n and sonic will take out any strays on the ground."
Lifting you into his arms without warning Pietro runs you back to the main exit, dropping you to the floor far too quickly. Stomach churning you try and regain some balance. You hold onto his arm, unsteady and woozy.
"How do you cope with that?!"
Before Pietro can answer Steve and the others rush out of the building, closely followed by very angry looking soldiers.
"Here we go."
-
The engine whirred into life and it was a welcome sound for you all. Each bruised and battered avenger taking up their own quiet spot on the jet for the flight home.
Picking a seat at the back of the cabin you settle in, grumbling when pain shoots up your back. Not again.
"You looked good today printessa, out there."
Pietro leaned against the adjoining headrest. Even with his face bruised, hair matted and ripped uniform he still managed to look unaffected. Irritatingly, he was even more handsome, whereas you probably looked like death. You scrunched your eyebrows at him, not sure if he was still flirting or actually complimenting you, deciding on the latter.
"Are you kidding? You and Tony could have easily..." Pain shot up your spine again, trying to ease the sharp cramping you clutch at your back with your hand, leaning forwards a little, "...must have pulled it again, fucking thing."
Pietro reached out to try and help you, "You push yourself too hard."
"I have to with all you superheroes around. You make me look bad."
You shook your head and he sat down next you.
"Are you ok, really?"
Pietro's eyes held a welcome sincerity, no jokes this time – just concern. Inching closer he rested his hand on your leg, trying to be casual. Any other time you would have brushed it off, but you were too exhausted.
Instead, you smiled up at him and put your hand over his entwining your fingers. With a contented sigh you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth and slight vibration of his body.
"I am now."
Pietro's smile was caring and gentle as he kissed the top of your head, pulling you closer. Neither of you said anything else and you drifted into a light sleep, listening to his heartbeat and the quiet rumble of the engine.
-
The group of avengers pushed you into the lounge, only to see Pietro shovelling the last piece of birthday cake into his mouth, completely oblivious.
"Happy birth- Pietro not again!"
Pietro looks up at you apologetically, his cheeks full like a hamster, cake crumbs flying out of his mouth.
"Hwappfy burfday?!"
Wanda's eyes flashed red and she grabbed Pietro by the ear, pulling him towards the door.
"Aoleu!"
"I can't believe you! That was the third cake! You are so copilăresc, neică...!"
You watch as Wanda pushes Pietro down the corridor, arguing with him in Sokovian.
After a few presents and hugs, people started to drift away, everyone exhausted from the mission. Whatever Wanda had done to Pietro he hadn't returned, leaving you a little disappointed. Feeling the ache in your joints you called it a night, flopping onto your bed with a contented sigh. Finally, sleep time.
Minutes later, loud knocking filled the room and you rub your eyes, heaving your tired body off the bed.
Opening the door all you see is the quiet empty hallway. Did you imagine it? It had been a long day. You're about to close the door when something catches your eye.
It's a small gift box. Curious, you pick it up examining it before pulling open the purple ribbon and lifting the lid.
A little cupcake was neatly tucked inside with tissue paper. The near illegible blue words 'I'm sorry' scrawled on the white icing. You smiled.
"Pietro, could you get any cheesier?"
Glancing around for him you notice the crumb trail leading up the hall. Maybe you can.
Following the trail around the quiet tower you find two more boxes, each with another cupcake inside; 'I ate your cake' and 'I'm an ass'. Tucking the boxes in your arms you carried on going, your excitement building.
The next trail took you in circles, ending at Pietro's door and the last box, 'forgive me?'
Hardly able to breathe, you looked down at your shaking hands. What was he doing to you? You were never usually this nervous. With butterflies almost exploding out of your stomach you opened the door.
"Pietro? Are you...Shit!"
Mouth dropping open, you yelped, slamming the door closed again. Did you seriously just see that?! Not trusting your eyes you open it again.
"Sorry I ate your birthday cakes Printessa..."
Oh god, he was completely naked. Starkers.
Pietro lay on the bed facing you leaning on his arm, the other holding the cake; the only thing covering his dignity. His grin faltered slightly when you started laughing nervously.
You can feel your cheeks burning, not quite knowing where to look and wanting to look everywhere at once. Damn that cake.
"Happy birthday...do you like..."
Pietro trailed off when you sat next to him on the bed and leaned over the cake. You had to admit it was quite impressive - the cake that is – three tiers, cream, decorations, the works.
"You, erm, I mean, the cake, it looks great! The cupcakes were really..." You started to ramble nervously unable to take your eyes off him. Is he flexing those muscles on purpose?
Pietro glanced at you curiously, loving the fact he was getting you all hot and bothered.
Maybe it was time to tease him a little bit.
You lick some of the cream off the top while looking up at him suggestively. Half wishing the cake was somewhere else. He raises his eyebrows at you daring you to go further, a certain playfulness in his blue eyes.
"Y/n? What are you...oh..."
Dipping your finger into the cake, you take some more on your finger and suck it off, deliberately taking your time. His eyes fill with lust, his pupils widening as he watches you intently, shifting on the bed a little. Was he nervous? You could see the sweat glistening off his chest. You licked your lips with a coy smile, trying not give away just how much his reaction was turning you on.
"It's really good, Pietro..."
Before your brain got a chance to doubt itself you pushed him onto his back and grabbed more cream. You drew a line up his chest, your mouth following closely behind your fingers. His body responded from the first touch, his surprised gasp thrilling you.
Your tongue licked the cream from his skin slowly, the salt of his sweat mixing with the sweet cream. God he tasted good.
Pietro was quickly becoming a moaning mess under your kisses. By the time you reached his collarbone the cake was discarded on the side of the bed, your legs straddling him. His hands found their way to your hips, gripping tightly when you found a sensitive spot.
You kiss up his neck and along his jawline, moving your lips to his in a quick kiss, nipping his bottom lip.
"Y/n?" He groaned as you pulled away. Your own heart beating faster at the sound, heat building between your legs.
"I thought you were the one apologizing Maximoff?"
Pietro smirked and flipped you over. His warm hands drift up your thighs and onto your stomach, gently feeling the soft skin. Moving higher he pulls open your shirt revealing your bra and gazes at you hungrily, biting his lip.
Slowly, he traces the edge of the lace with his fingers, then slips them underneath hardly touching your skin and barely grazing your nipple. He watched with amusement as you arched eagerly into his touch, wanting more.
Taking a scoop of cake he drops it onto your belly button. The cream melts against your hot skin and starts to drip down your sides. Pietro catches them with his tongue licking each one before bringing his mouth over you almost devouring the cake, licking every last crumb from your stomach.
"Christ Pietro."
You moan loudly fingers tangling in his hair and arching into his mouth. This had to be the sexiest fucking thing you had ever experienced.
"You know, I love your cake, but mine tastes much better on you." His husky voice and hot breath whisper against your skin.
Grabbing his neck you pull him up and kiss him roughly. His hands squeeze your ass and he grinds his hips into you. You wrap your legs around him, desperately trying to find some friction.
Impatiently, you reach for him rubbing him against you and grinding into him, while running your thumb over the tip, only slightly adding pressure.
Pietro moans into your mouth and pulls your hand away. You whine as he drags it over your head, holding your wrist against the bed frame.
"Not..finished..yet..." Pietro breathes out between kisses.
Soft fingers brush the inside of your thighs, achingly slowly they trail upwards stopping just before your soaked panties. Hooking his fingers under the elastic he yanks them down, along with your skirt.
You watch him closely as he sits back on the bed, glimpsing a mixture of mischief and lust in his expression that makes your stomach tighten.
Gripping your thighs Pietro parts your legs wider and his hand runs up the inside of your thigh, finally reaching where you want him. His fingers tease, stroking you while his thumb brushes over your clit. You buck into his fingers, biting back a moan when he reaches for the cake.
A little too eager he accidentally knocks the cake over, sending it flying off the bed.
"Cake!"
Pietro scrambles to catch it, somehow only being fast enough to fall face first into the mess on the floor. He's all flailing limbs unable to get a grip in all the sticky mess, falling right back down again every time he tried to get up.
You sit up watching him, giggling your head off. You can't help it.
"Oh this is funny?"
Defeated, he sits back on the floor and grins at you wiping bits of jam and sponge off his face.
"This is hilarious!"
While you double over in giggles again he throws a blob of cake at you, hitting you right on the nose. You swipe it down your face scowling at him.
With a frown he grabs your ankle and pulls you down onto the floor with him. You wriggle out of his grip trying to stand, failing just as miserably as he did, only managing to get covered in cake.
"No, keep going, I have a great view from here."
This time you allow Pietro to pull you down on top him, your hands either side of his head and straddling his lap. Wriggling your hips slightly you feel him harden again. You lean down to kiss him and he tickles your sides, chuckling as you erupt in giggles.
"Hey!"
He rolls you over and you try to tickle him back, grinning triumphantly when you finally found a ticklish spot on his side. He creases up with laughter flicking your hand away to tickle you again.
Both of you breathless, Pietro lies on top of you, your legs wrapped around him absentmindedly stroking his back. He kisses your nose a few times until you giggle again and moves a strand of jam covered hair from your face.
"Thank you Pietro, I always wanted a cake slip 'n' slide."
He cups your face tenderly his eyes full of emotion, making your heart flutter.
"No, thank you, I'm rolling around naked with two things I love most in the world."
"What? cake and more cake?"
Pietro rolls his eyes and nuzzles your neck, "Cake, yes...and you draga."
Accentuating every word with a kiss, he moves lower down your body.
"Where was I?"
Translation: copilăresc, neică/childish, brother
Aoleu!/ouch!