Author's Note: I saw the avengers and of course fell in love with one Pietro Maximoff. So, I coming many stories and hits from my insane imagination. This one is Natasha x Pietro, from her part of view (for anyone who cares). Been awhile since I tried writing anything that was hot, so sorry if you think it sucks.
This is going to have at least two more chapters to it, and I'm also playing with the ideas of a Pietro x OC. Cause that always goes so well for me. Leaving a review will make me smile, because it makes a girls day!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the story itself.
Natasha couldn't really remember why this started happening, but was never one to really question a good thing when it happen. In this case though, the good thing was one Pietro Maximoff. He was much too young for her yet at the same time seemed to calm that ache that Dr. Banner had left behind.
She and Bruce had never really been a thing, with only one chaste and dangers filled kiss between the two of them. Natasha had just wanted it to be, though she knew that while he enjoyed the flirting it had made him uncomfortable. She had been too young for him and now in turn Pietro was too young for her. The thing was that she never really cared about age, it had been better not to think about it when she was just 14 seducing 40 year old men with a fetish for short red heads that hadn't quite grown hair downstairs yet.
Pietro wasn't that young, he was nearly 21, though she had just had her 30th. That wasn't nearly as bad in others eyes. He was still too young for her, though he's been grown up for so long and matured that it didn't even matter in terms of them talking. Not that she talked a lot, but he sure liked to.
This thing between them had happened at one of Stark's parties last week, she had finally resolved to give up looking for the elusive Bruce Banner and do anything else. Like mix drinks for people at the bar, because she actually really liked doing that during parties. No one questioned you to dance or for a feel up if you kept your hands busy and best of all no one would tell her long supposedly action filled stories and expect her to laugh and hang on to them like she thought that they were some great hero.
The Maximoff twins weren't quite old enough to drink legally in America and there was a fair amount of reporters there, so that meant no alcohol for them. Normally no one on the team would have cared but even Tony agreed that underage drinking was not what the world needed to be reading about the next day. (Instead the headlines read Americas newest role models, but they would not that until tomorrow morning when the news was printed.)
Tony had taken Wanda under his wing explaining everything to her; not drinking either. He'd been sober for the last few months and doing well with being so. She had overheard him saying Wanda reminded him of what Pepper was like as a young secretary. Pietro was just wondering about on his own, still not comfortable enough around Tony to stand within five feet of him.
It had taken about half the night for him to wonder over to where she set up shop in the corner of the bar. He asked for no drink, but sat in front of her and just watched her movement. Her old spy senses said danger and why wasn't she reacting to him, but the scary thought was she wouldn't be fast enough no matter what. Even his untrained reactions would still be faster than a bullet if he wanted it to. It was unsettling and distressingly nice all at once. Natasha heart pounded as she thought about the endless possibilities with interaction.
She had flirted with Bruce at this same bar just months before and he had been in just the seat over. It was time to move on though; he ran away and didn't want her contact. Which is why she had ended up leaning into Pietro as he chirped about this and that, excited like a little boy to tell about what Thor and Steve where getting up to this party. It hasn't escaped her attention Thor had successfully gotten Steve drunk enough to tell but his Peggy Carter. And punching Hitler in the face, which she was pretty sure he never actually did. The captain could tell some really great stories when he actually loosened up to do so. Still, tonight she wanted no war stories of battles that might or might not have actually happened. She wanted something more tonight.
Pietro's attention had ended up on her cleavage as she leaned into her elbows and she decides that the attention was kind of nice after her last failed attempt of a romance. Which is why she then ran a finger through the little facial hair he kept up so well. Pietro's eyes just about doubles in size when she did so and he even stopped speaking with a stutter of not English. It was kind of cute and she couldn't really help herself from give him a smile and a, "I'm ditching the party in thirty minutes if you want to do this make your way to my door way."
Pietro turned bright red and leaned away from her for a second, but nodded none the less. His eyes were on her body as she left, patting Clint on the shoulder on the way out. It was a thing that they had, I'm leaving so remember to watch your own back. Twenty minutes back to her room, five to wipe of the makeup because who liked waking up with makeup on the next day and she dropped her dress off before the knock on the door came.
He was young and apparently excited about this happening as he couldn't seem to even wait for the amount of time she had specified. Natasha put her game face on and answers the door completely naked like she just did so all the time. Pietro had that shocked look on his face and his eyes raced like he was sure where to settle them; the poor boy chose the ground behind her. She wondered if he had any experience with this at all or if she was not only robbing the cradle but a boy's innocence as well.
"Are you coming in or are you going to just stand there?" He snapped into action at the words walking in and making sure the door was shut behind him, like the sweetheart he seemed to be. Nat found herself attacking at that moment, leap forward and kissing him hard. He was tall and thick with muscle for one so young and no doubt underfed. He let her lead the kiss though, and fumbled with his hands before settling one on her lower back and one to cup her face.
Not rough like she had expected and the kissing certainly wasn't overeager. It was sweet, romantic and passionate. It admirably made Natasha angry; she wanted the rough nature of having a one night stand and he wasn't giving that to her. So she bit his lip, licked at the blood when he whimpered and ripped his shirt straight off his body. Her nails raked against the skin of his chest and she felt satisfied to see those scraped red lines show up on his pale skin. Natasha grinned at that, yes this was more like what she wanted. Harsh marks and memories for tomorrow.
He got the message at that and the rest of his clothes were gone before she could reach for them, and then he picked her up like her weight was nothing and they were on the bed. Yet his caresses were soft and exploratory, he trailed kisses down her chest and just looked at her with a smiling face. A voice in her head said that maybe this wasn't the greatest idea, that he wasn't acting like her wanted this to be a one-time thing. He was hard though, Natasha could feel his thickness rubbing across her stomach as he moved.
He made a strangled sound when her hand shot out and grabbed him, giving a testing stroke with light and loose fingers. Natasha nipped at his jaw line, enjoying the sounds that Pietro was trying and failing to keep in. She was pleased to find that the shell of his ears was sensitive and grind her teeth across the skin. That was apparently what he took as an okay for everything that was happening, because he moved back when she let go and was face to her opening.
One slow and exploring finger had her wondering if he had even saw any naked woman before; wondering at what age had he been forced to drop school to feed the two of them. He had to know how this worked though, at least she hoped. Still, his careful movement put a fire in her belly and she squirmed for more. "What would you like, sweet?" Pietro's voice seemed to be just dripping with sex, accent twice as thick as normal and voice perhaps deeper as well. She would have whimpered if she was less proud of a woman, but instead she just growled.
Natasha was done with gentle, never had a gentle touch in her life so far and certainly didn't need one now. Fingers shot to his skull and drug him forward until he was mashed up against her, she needed this now and he'd be the one to give it to her. "You know what I want." His mouth was slow like his fingers, but at least they got to the point and found there mark. She wasn't the only one to be making small noises at the back of her throat.
It didn't take her that long to get all the way there once he got started, cheating and using his powers to move so fast it was like he was vibrating. By the time fingers joined his mouth Nat was writhing and making noises that she wasn't going to admit happened in the morning. He was a lot better at this then she thought he would be; and was apparently a very fast learner. She couldn't even remember the last time that she had felt this good; the last time that she had had an actual orgasm in bed with another person rather than having to fake it. Pietro made one last deep stroking motion with his tongue and she had to bow and arch while she cried out.
She came down from here her high to notice that Pietro was merely resting his face on her inner thigh. His face supported a goofy grin and his facial hair was soaked. She knew he was still hard, but was too annoyed of his puppy happiness to do anything about it. "Next time, move faster when I want you too and I'll relieve you as well." Her words were cruel but didn't really have an effect on him. Like the over eager he seemed to be when in close quarters with her; nothing seemed to bother him.
His grin remained as he crawled back up her and settled down beside her on the bed. Their sides were pressed up together and she could feel the no doubt painful hard on he was sporting. It didn't seem to bother Pietro though, as he just kissed her shoulder refusing to lose that grin of his and wrapped an arm around her. "Next time, my sweet."
She was only letting him sleep here because she felt bad that she didn't relax have the energy to get him off after her first orgasm in god knows how long. In the morning he could jerk off on her chest or something and they'd be even and never speak of this again.
Or that's what she thought would happen at least.