Hemsworth, Renner, Andrew Garfield & RDJ fanatic

He swears he’s just trying to cook.

You walked in wearing one of his old flannels and nothing else. That’s on you.

He’s at the stove, brow furrowed in concentration, wooden spoon in one hand, the other resting on the edge of the counter like he’s trying to stay grounded.

“Ain’t never seen pasta instructions written in damn hieroglyphics,” he mutters.

“S’posed to take eight minutes. Been fifteen. Is it broken?”

You chuckle behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, and kiss the center of his back—right where that faded scar from a Sabretooth fight peeks above his jeans.

“Maybe it’s shy,” you murmur.

“Oh, that’s real funny, darlin’.

But his voice drops a note lower. You feel it—tension coiling, barely restrained.

You press your hips to his, and he stills. Just for a second.

Then he turns. Slowly.

And you see it in his eyes—something feral and soft at the same time. Dangerous, but only in the way a storm is when you ask it to come.

“That shirt’s doin’ a hell of a job coverin’ the rest of you,” he rumbles.

“But you keep pressin’ up like that and I’m gonna forget I ever tried cookin’ at all.”

You smirk, cocky. Teasing.

“Maybe I want you to forget.”

That’s all it takes.

The next second, your back hits the counter. His mouth finds yours like he’s starved, tongue sweeping in deep and hot, hands under the flannel now, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter without breaking the kiss.

“Smell like vanilla and sin,” he growls against your throat.

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

And he does, true to his word as always.

Right there on the counter, beside a pot of pasta that’s bubbling away like your thoughts. He kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

He touches you like it’s the only thing he was ever meant to do.

One hand grips your thigh, the other slides between your legs, and suddenly your breath is ragged, your words useless.

“Logan—shit—Logan—”

“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs. “Say my name. Let the neighbors know you’re all mine.”

He doesn’t even get his shirt off before he’s sinking inside you, deep and perfect, growling against your lips as your body arches into him.

“So damn tight for me… fuck, I missed this…”

Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs, every grind of his hips sending sparks down your spine.

You’re clawing at his back and he loves it. The pot behind him boils over though neither of you notice.

“Pasta’s done,” you gasp, breathless but with a wicked smile.

“So are you.”

He fucks you like he’s making a promise, like nothing else matters.

And in that moment? Nothing does.

You’re still perched on the counter, legs wrapped around him, breath ragged and uneven, when he presses a kiss to your temple and mutters,

“Next time, I’m ordering takeout.”

The shower had been great but no matter how cold you had it, it wasn’t enough to stop the burning between your legs any time Jeremy sent you a message, a voice note or worse still a video call.

The video calls had been fun on the occasions he had been alone, you hadn’t been at work on your lunch break and the time differences hadn’t completely fucked you both over but your fingers and toys were no comparison to his talented digits, tongue and dick.

Jeremy had originally told you three months but things needed to be reshot, there had been illness on the set and everything got pushed back and now it was hitting six months since you had last been in the same room together; you had warned him you were practically feral at this point and he had laughed but winked with a dark smirk.

Your hands were again trailing over your damp skin when you heard the front door open, close and be locked.

“….Remy?” You call and turn as he hurries through to the bedroom, dropping his bags and pulling you close in a heated kiss that quite literally took your breath away.

After a few moments he pulls away slowly and starts kissing over your jaw and neck. “Hi…I’m home…”

You giggle and wrap your arms around him “that or I’m just so horny my imagination is making me hallucinate you..”

“Nu uh…” he shakes his head, kissing over your skin as he slowly sinks down to his knees in front of you; he nips and licks over your skin leaving red marks in the wake of his lips, hands moving over your damp skin to your ass and squeezing you.

“Fuck I missed you…” you breathe and lean back against your dresser drawers.

“I miss you too..so much..” he lifts your leg to rest over his shoulder and licks a stripe over your pussy slowly, humming at the taste of you.

You grip the dresser with one hand while the other snakes into his hair, gripping lightly and making him moan against you as he continues to lick over you. His slow and long licks become faster with his want of you; he hums and moans, sucking on your clit in pulses and looking up under his lids at you - watching the rise and fall of your chest as you gasp and moan louder and louder.

Jeremy pushes two fingers into you and curls them just right, making you cry out and beg him not to stop; music to his ears as he continues to push you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night.

“Cum for me..” Jeremy’s voice is rough and low.

You can’t find words and instead moan in response, rocking your hips to his face and fingers. He didn’t need direction; he knew exactly where you wanted the attention and what to do. Jeremy closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard, his fingers moving quickly inside you making you mewl and whine. You switch between trying to push him away and holding him against you but it’s all too much and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you climax against his face and around his fingers.

Jeremy moans, feeling your clit throb between his lips and your walls clench around his fingers.

“I need more! I need you! Please Remy!” You moan desperately and lean against your mirror, panting heavily.

He pulls away and stands, with your help he quickly sheds his clothes until he’s fully naked in front of you. Both of you pull at one another, hands and lips trailing over skin, scratching and biting leaving marks that would stay for days. Jeremy moans as your hand wraps around his hard cock and jerks, twisting and rolling until he’s pushing your hand away and spreading your legs wide. He guides his cock inside you with ease and sinks into you fully with a low groan.

You stay like this for a few moments, foreheads resting against each other’s, breathing heavily as you relish the full feeling he gives you, the blissful stretch of his cock inside you after so long without.

Jeremy kisses you deeply and grips your hips, moving his into you with long deep strokes; he fills you fully on every thrust and the way he flicks his hips has you quickly seeing stars. It doesn’t take long before he’s pounding into you, the sounds of your moans mix with the slap of skin and your arousal filling the room, echoing back to you.

Broken and rushed kisses are interspersed with moans and grunts, no words need to be said which is just as well because you couldn’t make a sentence anyway right now.

Your grip on Jeremy’s arms tightens and you gasp, looking deep into his eyes, crying out as you climax suddenly. You arch and rock your hips desperately to his relentless thrusts, whining as he pulls out of you. Your confusion is quickly dissipated as he stands you up and spins you around to face the mirror.

He quickly thrusts back into you and pulls you back to meet his hips.

“Look at yourself….” He growls low and meets your eyes in the reflection.

“Look how much of a slut you are for me…”

You moan and nod, still unable to say anything.

“Such a slut for this cock… hmm? You my little cock slut?”

You groan and nod.

“Say or…. Say you’re my cock slut..”

You pant heavily and manage to say “I’m your… cock… slut!”

“Good girl…very good girl…” Jeremy reaches down and rubs your clit in circles, watching you almost curl over as he holds you upright and snaps his hips.

You lean your head back against Jeremy’s shoulder and moan on every exhale.

“Cum again… lemme feel you cum on my cock again..” he pants and grunts in your ear. “Then I’ll fill you up…”

You let out a long whine at his words; the thoughts of him filling you with his seed send you dizzy but it’s all you need to push you over the edge again and you cry out, your legs going weak as you climax again. You feel Jeremy tense and then he groans low and long with his release, pushing deep into you before you both fall to the floor in a panting heap tangled in one another.

Jeremy turns your head so he can kiss you; this one slow and longing, his hand cups your cheek as his tongue explores your mouth and tangles with yours until you both break the kiss to breathe.

“Welcome home Remy…” you smile and peck his lips.

“Thank you baby..” he nods “I’m sorry I was away so long.”

“You made up for it, don’t worry.” You chuckle and kiss him again.