You can't remember much other than it's over much too quickly for your liking but you know for a fact that was good, so fucking good. You feel him vibrating inside of you and next to you. even after the both of you have drifted off into sleep.

His sleep doesn't last long though. He’s too excited, too riled up.

He wakes up with an insatiable hunger. He wants to devour you every chance he gets. Wants to ruin you the same way you ruined him when you teased him in the presence of the other avengers. It just wasn’t fair.

But he stops in his tracks when he sees you sleeping with a soft smile on your face.

You look so peaceful. He would hate to ruin the serenity you are living in within the dream you have created. It's times like these where he wishes that he was the one cursed with the mind reading powers.

He wants to know what is making you so happy whilst you are unconscious. He wonders briefly if he is the one in your dreams making you happy.

He so wants to be the one that makes you happy.

His need for you to be happy is suddenly overshadowed when you unwrap yourself from the ball you created with your body, whimpers falling from your soft lips as you roll onto your back.

You're not used to sharing a bed so you spread out, narrowly missing Pietro's head as he moves to the end of your bed.

Pietro watches you sleep with a newfound hunger. His tongue darts out to lick over his lips before he even has a chance to think about it.

He could just…

He shouldn't, he mutters in Sokovian. He knows it's wrong, he repeats over and over again as you unconsciously rub your hand up your stomach and over your tit before it settles once more over your stomach.

This is wrong. It was so wrong, but he had nothing but thoughts of being buried inside you; his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

He should ask for your permission. He must ask your permission

But he can't help himself as his hunger for you takes over.

Pietro leans forwards, his tongue quick to dart in and out through your dampening folds. He could lose himself in your scent, even when you were not aware of it. Your smell tempted him, controlled him, changed him into an animal, a predator.

Pietro moaned as his tongue laved over your lower lips, parting them with such softness. He didn’t want to wake you, you just looked so angelic, so peaceful. He couldn’t wake your slumber, his ангел, his sleeping ангел.

Fuck.

He couldn’t help but sink a finger into your wet heat. Even sleeping, your body was ready for him, it made him almost purr against your cunt.

Moving slowly, something Pietro hasn’t mastered quite yet, he pumped his finger in and out of you, lips suctioning around your exposed clit. His guttural groan was enough to wake you, he couldn’t keep his composure any longer. 

He crooks his fingers inside of you, applying the perfect amount of pressure to send your body into convulsions against your will. Shocking you into a state between your usual grogginess and suddenly highly alert that you were not alone.

“Pietro!” You shout in a hushed voice, fingers sliding through the silver strands of his hair, hips erratically lifted from the bed. His face now suffocates on your pussy, fingers plunging deeper into you. 

Santiago sits there with his arms crossed in front of him. He's looking up at you as you smile back at him trying to break his harsh demeanour, you know he doesn't mean to come across that way but you find it kind of endearing, you like that he watches your every move. 

Noticing every so often, you misstep and almost fall over your own feet, trying to reach that one place where the lights just won't stay in place. You don't fail to meet his slight panic as his hands shoot out trying to catch you before you fall but you always manage to right yourself.  You don't mention it though. You don't want him to stop worrying. It's cute when he does.

But now you're here in front of him, trying to get him to take the hot cocoa from you which is secretly laced with a smidge of alcohol. It was the holidays after all. When he doesn't move, your mood shifts a little. The least he could do was take the cocoa, instead you lean over Santiago, breasts skimming across his cheek as you place the mugs on the table behind him.

Wiggling beneath you, he keeps his arms folded and you've had enough. Why was he such a grumpy grouch? 

"Did I do something wrong?" You inquire softly, settling over his lap, straddling him. Still, he doesn't make a move to hold you like he usually does.

"No, Querida, you didn't do anything wrong. I-I" He stops himself, his arms unfolding but still doing everything in his power not to touch you, even when you slip down his thighs a little, dragging yourself over his crotch. His hand flies to his face to cover his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, he couldn't break - he wouldn't. He might.

"Come on, Santi, tell me."

"Okay." He whispers, some Spanish words easily floating out of his mouth. They sound soft but harsh and you can't make out what he says. "Have you finished decorating?"

That was not what you were expecting. 

"Am I finished decorating? That's what has got you all worked up? Me decorating?" You laugh at him, not mocking. Santiago knows you would never mock him with ill will or malice. "Santi, you're not making sense. I don't understand what decorating the house has to do with you not touching me or holding me."

You pout at him, hands resting on his stubble bearded cheeks, your thumb rubbing over the coarse area a few times before threading your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes at your actions. 

"Conteste la pregunta, por favor, bebita." He huffs again, this time with a strain in his voice, the vein in his neck so close to popping as he speaks.

"Answer the question? Yes, I'm finished. For today anyway." You mumble the last bit under your breath, you just wanted to know what the hell was going on with him.

"Good," Santiago grunts, his fingers splaying across your hip. "You would have never finished if I had touched you. I wouldn't have been able to control myself, bebita." 

Santiago whispers, his words rumbling through him as he loses control. He doesn't give you a moment to breathe or process that his lips are now locked on yours, Santiago can't help but jump you when he is given the chance. 

Soft touches turn rough, his callouses seeking every available inch of skin you have to offer and even then he doesn't stop. He wants you - he needs you. What you give is not enough. You can tell as he finally breaks the kiss you share to rip your shirt from your body over your head. 

"I have been waiting to touch you for three and a half hours. You were killing me." He grumbles, lips latching onto the soft skin of your neck. 

"I would have done it another day if I knew how much pain you were in." You accentuate your words with a roll of your hips, hands removing themselves from his hair as they travel in between your bodies and skim over the tent in his already tight jeans. "Let's get these off. We won't be needing them."

You make a move to rise from his lap, but he stops you. His hands pressing into your back to keep you close to you. Now that he had you, you weren't going anywhere he wasn't. He pulled you impossibly closer to him, lifting you into his arms and stalking his way to the bedroom. It wasn't long before the room was filled with soft laughs that quickly turned into low grunts and groans of pleasure. 

When Santiago was sure that you couldn't go on anymore, he filled you with his seed, rolling onto his side for a few moments before he slid his lips across your forehead, over your furrowed brows and on your closed eyelids. 

"Un momento, bebita." He hushes you when he untangles himself from you and the sheets. You didn't even realise you had closed your eyes until Santiago returned with a bottle of water and a warm, wet washcloth. 

The gentle moment is interrupted though, when you sit up suddenly and gasp, holding onto the wrist that had cupped your heated cheeks. A pout replacing your soft panic. "Ohh."

"What, bebita?" He slightly raised his voice in alarm, waiting for you to calm down and answer him.

You’re on a date for, what feels like, the first time in forever.

He’s a complete gentleman, pulling your seat out and kissing the top of your head and it makes you melt into his touch.

He knows exactly what you’re going to order. 

You look at the menu for 5 minutes before you get the same thing you always do.

Jensen teases you when you get sauce on your nose.

You threaten to take his dessert away and he pulls out his bottom lip.

That fucker knows what he’s doing.

Your phone rings in your clutch purse and you huff, your moment ruined.

“I’m sorry, Jay.”

“Take it. Might be important.”

You would have turned your phone off but you looked at the caller ID. “It’s Lorraine, you mind if I take this?”

“Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere. Maybe your pasta will.”

“Have the rest. I’m just going to eat your dessert.”

When you return, you aren’t as giddy as when you left. Your face is a little deflated.

“How’d it go?”

Tears spring to your eyes.

Jensen expects the worst from your reaction but when you’re seated, you reveal that you’ve finally got your big break. You’re way too happy to even squeal. All you can do is let the tears fall because you had worked so hard just to get any role and you received the female lead role in a movie that was set to be a success.

“But it’s cold, Will.” You pout at him, trying to convince him to stay in with you and watch movies for the rest of the day. He simply ignored your pleas, putting on your coat for you and dragging one of his warm fluffy hats over your head anyway. 

Will had been your friend since high school, staying in contact as you went to college and he went off to train in the military. You didn't get to spend a lot of time with him whilst he was overseas or even on a mission in the States but wherever he was the information was classified and the communication was limited to a text or two every other week letting you know if he was okay or injured (you hated those ones.) You favoured the ones where he texted you that he was on his way home, on his way back to you.

"I promise, it'll be worth it." 

"Is the cold ever worth it?"

"It is when you're dressed for the occasion. The company helps too."

"Would you just tell me where we're going? Please, Billy?" You didn't call him Billy often, only when you wanted something from him and right now you would rather know of your future whereabouts than not. 

"Don't call me that. You can wait a few minutes." The stubborn soldier, not revealing anything to you until he was ready. "Come on, we'll be late, Y/L/N."

"Alright. Lead the way. You know, since you won't tell me anything." You poked him in the chest, moving to his shoulder to practically push him out of the front door. Whilst he was treading footprints in the snow, you zipped up your coat and checked the pockets to see if your gloves were still in there from the last time you wore it. Yep, they were in there! There were also a couple of candies in there, too. 

You double checked everything, making sure the lights were off before throwing your bag over your shoulder and stepping out to lock the door behind you. 

The ride to wherever you were going was your usual, you singing the Christmas song on the radio encouraging Will to sing along with you. He would do it eventually, you thought to yourself, he always did. Will did eventually join in, only two songs before you arrived at your final destination, the park, not what you were expecting but you weren't really sure what you were expecting.

Will held out his arm for you and you happily took it, already feeling the warmth that radiated from his body.

"Up for some ice skating?" He nudges you when you look around in awe.

"Yeah, as long as you're there to protect me, so I don't fall on my ass."

"I got you. Always." Will nods, eyebrows creasing as he takes your had in his to lead you to the front. "You know that, right?"

"I do, Miller." You smile up at him. "I really do."

Will's hold on you tightened as he told the man at the desk he had a reservation under his name. Skates in both your sizes clanking onto the table.

"Lemme help you."

"Will, I know how to do them up, they are pretty much idiot proof."

"That's why I'm going to help you, you idiot." Will smirks up at you as he settles in a crouch, even after you waved him off there was no way that he would think about stopping even if you begged him to. So you just sat back and gave him your leg, waiting for him to finish his chivalrous act. You loved him. Even when he got on your nerves and annoyed the living daylights out of.

"You're a nightmare." Any girl would be lucky to have him. He's already gazing up at you when you look back down at him. "Want me to return the favour from one fellow idiot to another?"

"No, I'm good. Don't wanna fall on my ass. I think I'll do them myself."

The awkward waddle to the rink on the skates isn’t your favourite part but it gives you an excuse to hold on to the edge of the rink and the thickness of Will's bicep.

"If I die, I'll kill you."

"If you die, I will come with you." He laughs at you when you finally let go of the edge. "Do you want me to get you a penguin?"

"No, don't let go. Don't let me go. Please." You sigh as you slip, hanging on to him with everything you've got. 

"I love my idiot too much to let anything happen to them." 

Through the little bravery you had, your fingers claw up his arms, glove covered palms resting on his cheeks. "You mean that?"

"Every word." Will purrs, voice low as his head dips closer to yours. Pausing, he worries about whether he has misread any signals but it is quickly shut down when you smile up at him. Nudging your nose against his, he presses his forehead to yours and waits a beat. Even though he has waited almost 15 years for this, another second to ask won't hurt.

"Wanna be my idiot who can't do their skates up?" He breaths, keeping his eyes closed, waiting, begging for your response to come.

"Only if you're the dumbass that does them up for me?"

Your response is all Will needs to lean forward and softly press his lips to your slightly chapped ones. You've kissed him before, only on the cheek or his temple, never on his lips. Never to feel the scratch of his beard against you. Never to taste the gum he had been chewing. Never to smell his cologne so closely invading your nose. Never for those things. These lips that were bruising your own were yours now. His lips were yours as yours were his. 

You should have realised sooner. You could have saved so much of the time you wasted. But you are here now. With him. With Will. You were so lost in him that your balance failed you. Falling with a squeal, you hold on to Will, taking him down with you. 

"I think it's time to head for safe ground." He chuckled, landing on top of you, still holding you in his arms.

You hum, confused. “What’s the time?” 

“It’s almost three in the morning. Come on. You can finish tomorrow.” She slides from her place on the door over to you, hand landing on your shoulder before she notices the shirt that you’re wearing.

Tilting your head back, you pout your lip at her, tugging the oversized shirt down past your thighs to try and distract her but to no avail. She pulled the chair back with you still on it, the legs scraping harshly against the floor. Subconsciously, your legs part as she stares at you with knitted brows and squinted eyes, you don’t know what comes over you so late in the night - or early in the morning - but you lean forward taking her head in your palms before you begin to stand up, pressing your lips to hers.

For a strong female Captain, her lips are incredibly soft and you relish in the touch, savouring the lightning feeling that rushed through your body when she pulled you from the chair and into her arms.

“Oh, baby girl, you know I’m the one in charge. Especially when you have my shirt on. We’re going to bed.” She whispers, tone darker than her words as she carries you to your shared bedroom. “On your knees, sweetheart. We’re about to have a little bit of fun before you finally get some sleep.”

Carol pulls her sleep shorts down the length of her long legs, her pussy on full display for you as she pulls up her tank top. 

“You must be so hungry after working so hard. Are you hungry, baby?” She coos, the back of her fingers stroking your cheeks.

You nod, a pout on your lips as you return to your submissive state, waiting for her to give you something, anything. Carol smiles - almost sinister - you want to moan when she spreads her legs open, her slick sliding from her wet cunt down her thighs.

Tilting your head up, you look her dead in the eyes and she nods, her leg flying over your shoulder to rest on the end of the bed behind you. The first taste of her makes you fall into the abyss that is nothing but Carol; it makes you groan and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You can’t help it when your tongue grows a mind of its own and rushes back and forth to greedily scoop up everything her body has to offer.

“Sweetheart, I knew you were working too hard. Look at how hungry you are.” Carol hums, her hand going to the back of your head and pulling you even closer to her.  “You’re eating my pussy so well, baby girl. Be a good girl and put your fingers inside me. That’s it, good girl. Such a good girl for me, Sweetheart.”

“Can I lay on the bed? So you can ride my face?” Your voice is seeping out of you like honey, so soft and sweet, your hands smoothing over her thighs and down her legs. How could she ever deny her sweetheart when she asked so nicely?

She yanks your body from the floor and tosses you onto the big bed, she doesn’t even break a sweat when she does so, feeling as though she is throwing a small rock into the lake.

Carol bites at her lower lip, her finger swiping through her hot wet heat, shoving them into your wide open mouth, taking every bit of her arousal from her fingers. Suddenly, she pulls her fingers from your mouth, leaving you with nothing but a moan as she stands there admiring you.

“Play with yourself, Sweetheart. I’ll just be a second.” She stands there unwavering in her movements as she waits for you to obey her soft command. “Keep the shirt on. Look better on you anyway.”

Nodding, you trail your hand down the length of your body. Fingers inching closer and closer to where you needed it most, you moan as your pads brush over your sensitive mound, sending a shock right through your body when you push a finger into your aching pussy, thumb rubbing soft circles over your clit. When Carol is satisfied that you are following her instructions, she turns around to leave the room. At first you are confused but then it’s only a few moments before she returns a big cock strapped to a harness in her hand. You audibly melt into the bedsheets below you, fingers almost vibrating inside you as you fucked yourself, not wanting to stop, completely edging yourself to an orgasm. 

“Keep going, you can multitask can’t you?” She says, climbing on top of you, leaving the strap to the side of the bed. Carol carefully places herself over your face, hovering for a few moments before you grow impatient and use your other unoccupied hand to pull her down to smother you. Right now, you don’t care about oxygen, all you need is Carol’s sweet pussy and nothing else matters. Not when you have the Captain sitting on your face.

Carol groans, her hips already rocking back and forth, she forgoes punishment or reprimanding of any sort as it feels too good for her to stop you in your tracks when your tongue was flicking all over her pussy, swollen clit and all. You move your tongue faster, licking over the sensitive mound and through her pussy lips. You took pleasure in both giving her and yourself pleasure. It was just so wonderful to watch her mouth fall open, to feel the strength in her thighs as they clench around each of your ears as you worked her over.  

“You’re doing so well, Sweetheart.” She hums, eyes closed as she reaches for her breast, grabbing it and playing with her nipple. “You want me to fuck you hard? Is that why you’re eating my pussy so good? My little Sweetheart wants to be fucked?”

Awkwardly, you use your free hand and slide your fingers inside of her, she moans and you smile to yourself, proud that you made her this vocal. You continue eating her pussy, drinking down all the juices her body offered you. Her body convulsed when you curled your fingers in the right way, finding that sweet as hell spot inside of her that just drove her crazy when you found it. You combined the curling of your finger with sucking on her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Carol cries out as the tightly wound coil in her stomach finally snaps, you can feel her body rippling above you and you can’t help but smirk at your handiwork - well, tongue work, but that’s not a thing. She releases her vice grip on you and all but collapses next to you, your fingers slipping from her cunt as she hits the mattress. Instead of licking your fingers clean, you use them to rub at your clit, quickly trying to gain the release you slowly built up inside you.

“Make yourself come, Sweetheart, then I’ll fuck your sweet little pussy.” Carol says, her hand rubs over your tight stomach, squeezing your nipples over her shirt between her thumb and forefinger. “You can do it, baby. That’s it. Faster.”

“Carol, I’m gonna come, please. Please put your fingers in me. Please, I need your fingers to fill me up.” Your voice hoarse, a little quiet as you pleaded with her.

She did as you asked, surprising even you when she did so.

“Suck your fingers, Sweetheart.” She whispered in your ear as she spread your legs further apart and instantly replaced your fingers with hers. “See what you taste like. You taste so good, baby.”

Chortling, she watches as you take your fingers into your mouth, her own moving faster inside of you, getting you to that high you wanted to reach the second Carol touched you. Your mouth falls open, forgetting the fingers you were sucking on to focus on her and her only. 

“Fuck, Carol, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Please… Fuck!” You cry out, your stomach tensing and body shooting up, arms clinging to her neck.

“You are such a good girl for me, baby.” She murmurs against your lips, slowly withdrawing her fingers from your pussy, softly rubbing over your clit as her hand comes up to your face, pressing her lips to yours. "You wanna get fucked, Sweetheart? Is that what you want?"

She gives you a moment to answer, but a nod is all you can give followed by a sickeningly sweet smile. That was exactly what you wanted and you knew that she would take care of you, in ways that only Carol could. Carol hums at you, motioning her finger in front of you for you to turn to your stomach and wait for her on all fours.

Palming at your ass, a harsh smack lands on your right cheek, a raspy moan leaving you. Her fingers caress your lower lips, teasing your pussy and your clit with a swipe of her long, slender digits. “Such a good girl, Sweetheart. So good for me.”

She spanks you with her other hand one more time before she quickly moves to pull on the strap, Carol also grasps onto the bottle of lube on the side, squirting some on her palm and rubbing it through your folds, slathering it onto her plastic cock. She lines her cock up with your entrance, the tip of her toy only slightly pushing past your walls. It never got farther than the tip before the brightly coloured dildo was pulled from you again.

“Please, Carol, stop teasing. Please, please, fuck me.” You whimpered, your pussy clenching around nothing, just wanting her to push the toy inside of you.

“Okay, baby. No more teasing. I promise.” True to her word, her hips snap forward, impaling you on her cock. Her fingers pinch into your delicate skin as her cock pushes deeper and deeper inside of you. 

“You fuck me so good, Carol.” Your knuckles turn a shade lighter as you cling onto the bed sheet, teeth gnawing into sheets too to keep you from screaming to the point where your voice becomes nothing but a hoarse cry. “I’m… gonna… come.”

Carol smirks, she slightly rises on her knees on the bed and changes the angle of the cock inside you. Letting go of the sheets, you reach behind you, seeking any piece of Carol’s skin to cling on to. You feel the coil building once more, nails sinking into the soft yet muscular flesh of her thigh as you come, falling over the edge as your body goes limp under her precise ministrations.

“You did so good for me, Sweetheart. Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.” Carol pistons her hips forward, thrusting until she feels her own climax rippling in her stomach. Carol grips on to her shirt, almost tearing it in half with how tightly she held on to it. She collapsed right on top of you, her breath hot against the shell of your ear, riding out the last waves of her orgasm. Time slowly passed by, neither of you moving until Carol pulled her cock from you, leaving you to wince at the loss of her inside you.

You hum as you feel her hands skim over your body, lifting up the shirt and checking over your skin to make sure that you were okay. When she found that there were a few scratches and marks on your hips and your torso, she picked up her pace leaping over to the ensuite to grab anything that could help you heal even just that little bit faster. Of course, Carol always overreacted, even when you told her that you were fine - that you liked it when she marked you. It was secretly one of the many things that you loved about her. You adored how attentive she was to you, how she took care of you when you were in bed after a rough session but even when she looked out for you when you scraped your elbow on an exposed nail on the way home from work. She did it just because she didn’t want you to get hurt, even if it was due to rain falling and the floor was a little wet, or you fell over your own two feet. She was there and you were grateful that you were able to see her rough side and her softer side.

“So, will you be coming to bed the first time I ask?”

“If that is the way you treat me, you won’t have to ask.”

Feedback is gold and very much appreciated

Noticing your surroundings, you sink back into yourself, feeling the other people in the park staring at you and judging you for your lack of control over your dog. The aptly named golden retriever decided that he didn’t want to listen to your cries of his name over and over. 

Jogging after him, you forget about the wet mud beneath your boots, that is until you are slipping and sliding chasing after him. Oh god, if you weren’t careful you were going to fall on your butt or your face; neither one was good in front of all these other people in the park. You would have fallen over too, if it wasn’t for the man that moved quickly in front of you and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you back on the concrete pathway.

“You need help, little one?” You were too busy looking up into his blue eyes to notice anything else. Even the next words to come out of his mouth. Fuck. 

“I’m- I’m sorry, what?” You blinked up at him, fingers subconsciously splaying over his arms to balance yourself.

“You were chasing someone, something. Saw you starting to fall, figured you could use some help from an experienced searcher.”

“You mean you lose your dog all the time, too?” You say, clearing your throat and taking a step back, out of his grip but not before your hand slid over the comfortable material of his sweatshirt. “I like your hoodie, by the way, it’s very soft.” You really wanted to ask where he got it from.

“No, my brother purposefully ditched me in the store to make out with one of his many female companions. I always ended up finding him pretty quick. You know, after the first six times you get used to it and discover all the hiding places. And thank you for noticing, I had to search a lot of stores for the right fabric, this one isn’t itchy at all.”

“Shit, my dog. Thanks for saving me the humiliation of falling on my butt.”

“I promise it’s no problem. Let’s go get your dog back.”

“You wanna help me still?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

The truth was you couldn’t remember, your mind was racing a thousand miles a minute, all you could think about was his eyes, and his hoodie but then when you looked up again you saw the backwards cap that he had on and that was pretty much it. The man in front of you was a huge turn on and you couldn’t stop thinking about kissing him. Nope. That was wrong. He was a stranger. But a nice stranger who just wanted to help.

“What’s your dog’s name?”

“Oh, yes, right. Thor, his name is Thor.” You click your fingers together and waggle your pointer finger at him, grateful for the reminder of your troublesome runaway dog. “Speaking of names, could I know yours? I mean, get yours? If that’s okay, but if I’m being honest I’m not very good at remembering names so you may have to remind me a couple of times to keep it fresh in my mind. It’s just to thank you, nothing else.” What are you going on about? Why can’t you stop talking to this stranger, prattling on about whatever had popped in your mind, you hated when you couldn’t control yourself. “Sorry. This is about my dog, you don’t need to give me your name, that's obviously up to you if you want to tell me or not.”

His tongue flicked over his teeth between his top lip, before he pressed his teeth into his lower lip to stifle a smile. It wasn’t working. He couldn’t contain the happy gesture. Not that you had noticed, you had distracted yourself from the man that you had just made a fool of yourself in front of. 

“Benny.” He called just loud enough for you to hear over your calls for your dog’s name.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Benny. And thank you for helping me. I appreciate it.”

*

“Hey, Buddy.” Benny enters the house, immediately dropping to his knees to greet the golden retriever with hard pats to his rump and rough, playful strokes to the side of his neck.

“Always the dog first.” You whisper to yourself, leaning over the island as Benny closes the door behind him.

“That would be incorrect, my sweet girl. Dog first, fiancé from then on out, always. Unless, you know, you got a little fighter in there? Because if one day that happens, I’m gonna use your body as a shield to protect us.” Benny smirks at you as he skates across the island to get to you. “You know, I’m kidding, right? It’ll be my brother.” 

You mirror his smirk, turning it into a toothy grin as you rise from your slumped place and turn. Benny in front of you in no time. “I highly doubt that but thank you for adding me to the list. Even if it’s taking bullets for you. Not sure that I would enjoy that experience but yeah.” 

He helps you jump onto the counter, legs subconsciously spreading to allow him to step in between them. Benny does so. Eagerly. 

He presses his lips to the crown of your head, lovingly touching his forehead against you. There would have been a time where you would have worried about whether your forehead was a little too sweaty, or if there was a reason that Benny hadn’t automatically kissed your lips when he came home and found you. But you had come to realise that when he laid his forehead upon his it was him winding down from a difficult or exhausting day that he had. Most of those days included a pummelling to the head and various other places of his body.

“Thanks for coming back in one piece. I definitely prefer you that way.” You said, words barely above a whisper to not try and ruin the moment. In no rush, you reach out to hold onto Benny’s bandaged hand. “Hope the other guy looks worse.”

“Nah, the other girl kicked my ass.” 

“Well then, I bet you deserved it.” You close your eyes, taking in the moment. You wished you could stay like this with him forever but the counter wasn’t all that comfortable and you would much prefer the comfort of Benny’s arm. “Wanna curl up on the couch and watch classic Disney movies?”

“As long as it includes Jungle Book, Peter Pan and Robin Hood, I’m in.”

“I restocked the snack cabinet, too. So we’re good to go.”

“My god, I love you.”

“I should hope so. Because I love you, too.”

He thought he was being discreet.

After all, he was silent when he moved.

Pietro watched her from afar, in the shadows where he stayed hidden. He had been watching him, watching her. His nostrils flared at the thought of anyone even getting within a mile of her. His tongue runs along the bottom of his teeth, he can feel the liquid, taste the phantom blood. Pietro wants to hurt him more than he realised. But he manages to stop himself, there is something in the way that he watches the woman, she is slowing down but he can feel her heart racing. It was practically pumping out of her chest. 

She knew that she was being followed. A dead give away when, in her peripherals, she saw a shadow slow every time she did, turn every time she did. She could have easily called for help but Pietro just smirked, he realized that her hands were in her pockets.

“Good girl.” He whispers to himself, nodding his head as he turns the corner at an alarmingly fast pace.

Pietro doesn’t need to interfere with her and the man that is behind her, stalking her every move. That guy has no chance; against Pietro or her for that matter. He heard the metal clinging around in her pocket, witnessed the quick movements of her arms whisking back for her fist to connect with the man’s jaw.

“Your mother never taught you how to treat and respect a woman I see?” she smirk, staring down at the blood trickling from the man’s fresh cut on his cheek. “You might wanna clean that up, before a you know what comes flying down because they caught a sniff of that.”

The man sneers at her but it disappears as quickly as it comes. 

“Too late.”  The accented voice says after a thud, his feet hitting the ground beneath him. “But you may think twice about following women when they are walking home.” 

“I appreciate the help but I-” She starts as the man rushes to his feet and away from the both of them, quickly interrupted by the man who had jumped out of nowhere.

“Didn’t need it, I know.” Pietro finishes for her, holding his hands up before he takes a step back. She stops him with her hand wrapped around his wrist. She takes a look at their surroundings, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she smiles, gnawing at the corner of her bottom lip.

“You want me here, Princessa? Where all these humans could see us?” He pulls her in close, hands on her hips as he does so, butterflies begin roaming her lower abdomen. 

She doesn’t say anything, her eyes drifting from his to his lips, then further to where his jeans suddenly become a little too tight. Her fingers reach up and run through the silver strands of his long hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp before she pulls his face closer to his to connect their lips.

“Right here.” Is the only whispered words shared between the two of them other than moans and groans. She drops her hands from his hair to the collar of his shirt to pull it away from his hidden skin. Exposing the sliver of pale skin, she licks up the length of his throat, pressing kisses to the sweet spot just under his ear. “Shh, Pietro. Don’t want anyone to find you, baby. Don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”

“No need to worry, Princessa.” He smirks as he pulls away, gazing into her eyes. Whilst doing so, he fails to notice her hand trail down his body, fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt to tug his button and zipper down. He almost whines at the contact when she easily finds his hard cock underneath.

“You were saying,” she whispers into his ear, her teeth scraping against his throat. “Quiet.”

Pietro almost chokes at the surprising contact between her teeth and her hand, he knows that he won’t be able to keep it together for very long. He feels her smile against his heated skin before her teeth sink into his throat a little deeper. Usually it’s the other way around but Pietro finds himself completely aroused at how the tables had turned.

“Keep doing that.” He moans, holding her head a little closer to his neck “Deeper”

She accepts the soft command, teeth sinking into his skin; on the verge of pain when she almost broke his skin and drew blood.

Humming, she grips his cock a little tighter, she smirks against his neck when she feels him rut against her hand.

“Princessa.” He whines, grabbing onto her waist. 

“You want me to stop, baby?”

“Fuck! No! But I want to make you come, princessa.” Butterflies swarm within her lower abdomen, she can hear the desire and the desperation in his voice but the quickening pace of her hand makes him forget about reciprocating his pleasure for hers.

“Save it for later, you can make me come however many times you want when we get home, Vampire. Want my pussy to be just for you and only you.” She breaths, finally detaching herself from his neck. “Don’t want any other person or creature to look at what’s yours.”

He swears that he could come from her words alone but he holds on with each and every ounce of strength he has left in him. Pietro’s mouth falls open when she gets on her knees in front of him. “Here, Princessa? Don’t do this to me.”

“Your come in my mouth is easier to clean than if it was on my hand.” She internally moans at her own words, the sound matched by Pietro’s own deep guttural groan.

He mutters a string of curses in Sokovian, and she was well on her way to acquiring all the swear words in Sokovian. She pulls down his pants, humming when she sees his cock bounce inches from her face.

She doesn’t seem to mind when he wraps his fingers around the back of her head to pull her in closer, he wants her to touch him with every part of her body. The gravel scrapes against her knees but a numbness settles in, thankfully she can’t feel the slight pain within her knees. 

Her tongue darts out and over the bead of pre come leaking from the tip of his dick. Pietro hissed at the sensation, the contact too overwhelming yet also not enough. She grabs the base of his cock, the other wrapped around to his behind, squeezing him and pulling Pietro closer to her. She closed the space between them as she shoved his cock into her mouth, pumping the rest of him, that she couldn’t fit, in her hand. His hips moving on their own accord, fucking her mouth.

With his cock hitting the back of her throat, she hollows her cheeks and takes him in deeper. Making Pietro moan above her, she looks up at him through her eyelashes. While her head bobbed up and down, she took him all in until the tip of her nose hit his pelvis, her hand trailed down her body, over her stomach. Her grip on his thighs loosened and she felt her wet pussy throbbing again, she needed to relieve herself. Her fingers find her pussy lips and spread them, her middle finger sinking into her cunt and thumb circling her clit. She moaned around Pietro’s cock, enjoying the feel of that and the clenching of her walls around her own finger. The vibrations had him moaning and groaning himself.

“Fuck! Yes…fuck yes. Right there, Princessa!” Her tongue swirled around his tip and his hold on her head tightened, loving the feeling of her warm, wet mouth around him. The rotation of his hips stutters and she can tell he’s close to his release, she increases the pace and intensity of the pleasure she hopes to bring him.

He thrusts once more and he’s ready to let go, he wants to come so badly but he doesn’t want the moment between the two of them to end; even if it leads to him eating her out. He wants to prolong this for as long as possible. He can’t do it any longer though, her mouth feels so fucking good around him and he can’t help but lose control.

Once he spills every last drop he has to give, she swallows his seed before she pulls away from him, a string of her saliva still connecting her mouth to his length, he whines at the loss of contact, his abs convulsing at his unexpected sensitivity.

According to FRIDAY, it was the hottest day of the year by a landslide. You were wearing a pair of your thinnest shorts as well as a tank top but you were still too hot, even with the air con blasting through your rooms, it wasn’t enough to keep you cool.

“Ah, my love.” Thor’s voice boomed through your bedroom before he sauntered over to you out on the balcony, throwing himself onto you in a hot, humid bear hug.

“Thor!” You groaned, arching your back to get away from his warmth, the warmth that you usually loved. “Honey, as much as I love you and your hugs… today will not be the day where I accept or enjoy them until it is winter again and I can’t feel my arms and legs.

“My apologies, Y/N.” He said, pulling away from the unwanted hug. “I think my very own drink concoction will help cool you down.”

“Anything will help in this heat. I’ll try anything to get cool again.” You whined, your feet dragging behind you as you followed Thor through the compound.

When you got to the kitchen, sweat was already beading on your forehead and rolling down your temple, making you groan. Thor sped ahead, picking up a plastic cup but not giving it to you immediately but walking out into the garden where the rest of the team was, relaxing and keeping cool in the pool.

Finally, Thor stopped his motions and gave you the cup, when you look inside you were disappointed. “It’s just water with ice cubes.”

“Drink it.” Was all he said, you caught a smile on his face before he turned away. What the hell was he hiding?

Squinting your eyes, you took a sip of the drink, you were right, “it’s still just water and ice. Thor what the hell?”

“Oh, someone must have switched the cups. I need to start a conquest to find out which one of those mortals did it.”

Rolling your eyes, you took another sip of your drink not caring whether or not it was from Asgard or the high tech two in the freezer on Midgard.

Thor didn’t give you any time to think before he asked you whether you had any valuables in your pockets but he was already on the move to the pool with you in his arms.

“Thor! No! God dammit, If you throw me in I’ll kill you!” You bellowed, throwing down your cup like a petulant child, hitting at his back when he threw you over his shoulder.

“You can try but it is highly unlikely that you will succeed.” He chuckled, walking to the edge of the pool and putting you down but not quite on the floor before he tossed your flailing limbs into the pool below.

Shivering when you resurfaced, you shot daggers at the God of thunder, your lip quivering from the shock of the cold water. “Why would you do that?! I mean it feels good- great actually but I’m fully clothed!”

“You wanted to cool down, yes?” Thor asked, perplexed. He was only doing what you had not explicitly asked.

“Yes but when I got in a bathing suit! I guess I’ll just have to survive with these clothes for now so how about you join me?”

Thor had no problem jumping into the pool with you, a huge splash in his cannonball’s wake. There was a moment when you slapped at his chest but he was right, there was no way you would even get close to killing him. Not that you would want to anyway.

“My heart tells me to kiss you. My head tells me to walk away.” You say as he swims towards you, you couldn’t help but giggle at him and the faces that he had pulled at you. How you hadn’t thought about jumping in the pool before was beyond you.

“Always one for the dramatics, I see.” He wrapped his arms around you and smiled before he dipped his head low to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You only pulled away to laugh when you heard Natasha say that she would kill anyone that even thought about throwing her in the pool the way Thor had done to you. In an instant, Clint, Steve and even Tony backed away with their hands up in the air, moving to the farthest corner away from the Russian assassin, looking over their shoulder to ensure that they were at a safe distance.