Fandom: The Avengers
Request: So I love PietroxReader fluff/smut so can you do one where reader is really skinny and afraid that Pietro won’t like what he sees as soon as things get intense
Baggy hoodies and jeans covered your skinny body as you walk around Stark Tower. Having been bullied when you were younger, you now hid your body from the world, afraid they would make fun of it.
But there was one who watched you, wanting to see more. Pietro watched as you made yourself breakfast. You were both alone since everyone else was either training or gone out for the day.
You and Pietro had been dating for a few months now, but you had only kissed. The truth was, you were afraid. Afraid that if things did get anymore heated, he might see your body and lose intrest. That he might reject you.
You heard footsteps and felt Pietros arms snake around your waist, pressing gentle kisses to your neck. These small gestures of affection made your heart swell. You turn your head slightly and caught his lips in a passionate kiss. You turned your body and he pulled you close to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back, feeling the love behind this kiss.
“[y/n].” He mumbles against your lips. You hum in response, mainly because you could form a proper sentence. “I need you.”
You freeze and pull away, looking at the floor. Pietro watches you with hurt in his eyes. He didn’t know why you hadn’t gone the next step with him, and part of him felt like it was maybe because you didn’t feel that way about him.
He pulls you into a gentle hug, mainly to hid the fact he was close to tears at what he was about to say. He was afraid of the answer.
“You know, you don’t have to feel like your attached to me. If you want to leave, you can leave.”
You frown against his chest and look up at him in confusion.
“What do you mean?” You ask, trying to figure out why he was saying this.
“I mean.” He takes a deep breath and looks away. “If you don’t want to be with me, we can break up.” He looks back to you, a single tear running down his cheek. Your heart broke in two to see him like this. To see him so broken. You realise what he was thinking, that you were rejecting him.
“Pietro.” You keep your voice soft and gentle, cupping his cheek in your palm, making him look at you. You needed to tell him. You needed to explain to him. Otherwise you were going to lose him.
“I’m, I’m afraid.” You whisper.
“But I won’t hurt you.” He pulls you close to him, his voice shaking slightly.
“I’m not afraid of that. I’m afraid of what you will think.” You force your eyes to keep locked with his striking blue ones. He looks at you with confusion.
“Of what?” He runs his hand up and down your back, trying to show that you were safe in his arms. You take a deep breath.
“Of my body.” You whisper, almost inaudible. You drop your gaze to the floor, your cheeks glowing red. You feel him pull away from you and take your hand. Looking up, you see him turning away and gently pulling you towards the hallways. You follow him, slightly confused. He was heading to your bedroom.
Once he had lead you inside and closed the door. Pietro came and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your hips.
“Your perfect to me, [y/n].” He whisper, pressing kisses to your forehead and then down the side of your cheek, along your jawline and onto your neck. You let out a small moan at the feeling and close your eyes. You needed him as much as he needed you. He found the sweet spot, making you moan louder. The way you moaned was driving him insane.
You could feel his fingers playing with the hem of your jumper. Throwing your fear out the window, you reach down and start to pull it up. Pietro eagerly helped you, leaning back so you could pull it off and throw it away, leaving you in your [fav/colour] bra.
You barley blinked and he was back at your neck, his hands exploring the new flesh. You froze. He feels this and moves his lips up to nibble on your earlobe.
“Your so beautiful.” He whispers, making you blush. You fumble with his top. He chuckles and discards of the garment. Your hands run over his chest as he unclips your bra and moves your hands so he can pull it off.
You try to cover your chest, but he gently pulls your wrists away. His hand then fall to your loosely fitting jeans. All he had to do was unbutton them and they fell to your ankles. He takes a step towards you, and you retreat till your heels hit the bed and you fall backwards. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look up at Pietro. There was something different in his eyes. Something you had never seen before.
He started at your nearly naked form as though he had never seen anything so beautiful. Emotions rushed through his eyes like fire. Love, lust, hope, longing, adoration. All because of you.
Gather more courage, you sit up and undo his trouser. The fall to his feet and he steps out of them.
You could see how aroused he was. And all because of you.
Your body could do this to him, make him lose his mind. Make him desperate for YOUR touch. For YOUR body. No one else’s.
To him, you were perfect.
All the words of hate were forgotten in one moment when this man who had fallen in love with your soul kisses you, tells you how amazing your body is.
He quickly crawled on top of you as you crawl further on the bed. The last pieces of clothing a are discarded, leaving you fully bare for him to see.
He lines himself up with your entrance that is already wet with desire. Looking into your eyes, he silently asks for your permission, to which you nod eagerly.
In one thrust, he fill you up. A light pain sparks in your body but quickly fails into pleasure as he lets out a deep growl.
“[y/n]. Your so beautiful.” He looks in your eyes as he begins to thrust, slowly. Your head falls back and your eyes close at the pleasure of it all. Pietro buries his face in your neck, kissing and nibble at the soft flesh.
Neither of you are going to last long and you both know it.
Soon, Pietros thrusts quicken, his hands grip your hips to steady both you and himself as he slams in and out of you. Maybe he could have lasted longer, but then it all happened so suddenly.
Your vision blurred as your orgasm took you, sending your soaring in pleasure as your body shook beneath him, your walls clenching around him and you voice moaning his name.
He could stop himself. Your body made him loose any control he had as he came inside of you.
When he pulls out of you and rolls to your side, he wraps an arm around your, pulling you close. You reach forward and pull at the blanket you kept at the bottom of them bed.
“You don’t need to cover up, [y/n]. Your so beautiful.” Pietro whispers in your ear. You laugh and cover you both with the blanket.
“It’s cold.” You mumble as you snuggle into him. He starts to laugh as he closes his eyes in bliss.
As you lay there, you realise something.
People are mean. They are selfish and self-centred. But, sometimes, you can find someone who will change all that. Someone who will love you for who you are and love you for what you are. And that someone’s opinions on you mean more that all the spiteful comments in the world.
Because they love you.