𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗛𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 ❤︎

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 ❤︎ (𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁)

𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.

You tiredly pulled your tank top over your head, tying your hair in a messy bun before making your way down to the training room. You were not surprised to find her already there, repeatedly punching one of the bags.

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking around only to to realise it was only the two of you in the room.
"Where's everyone else?" You questioned.

"They couldn't make it. Hero duties." Maria explained, folding her arms together. "It's just us today." She added, walking towards the boxing ring.

"Care for a spar?" She asked, a smirk spread across her face and raising an eyebrow. You were hesitant, knowing she'd most likely win every single spar, but nodded regardless.

"Okay I'm ready.." You wearily informed her, getting into your fighting stance. She seemed to notice your worry, even though you only spoke three words. "Don't worry, Y/N. It's just practice. Yeah?"

You nodded and took the first swing. To no surprise, she easily dodged it, and leaned towards you, so her leg was behind yours, to put you easily to the floor. Not even ten seconds into the first round, and she already had you on the floor, with your arms pinned above your head.

"Okay, how on earth am I to beat a level nine Agent?!" You grumbled. Maria found it amusing as you squirmed under her, looking for an escape.

"Alright, Alright." Maria's laughter echoed the room, as she got up to brush herself off, before giving you a hand.

"How about we do something less... Combatively skill based? Want to learn how to shoot a gun?" She suggested. You nodded eagerly, a wide smile spread across your face.

"Okay, stay right there." She ordered walking away, only to appear with a Pistol.

"It's a Beretta M9. It may look small, but can do a lot of damage if you know how to use it." She explained. You nodded occasionally to make it look like you were listening, but you couldn't help to notice how beautiful Maria's features were.

You're eyes accidentally met her lips. They looked so soft. Another thing you didn't notice was that she knew you were admiring her. Her jaw clenched, as she cleared her throat and you immediately looked away from her lips.

"Hold this." She stated bluntly, handing you the gun. You gave her a look, that she could read within seconds. "Don't worry. It's on safety lock, sweetheart." You tensed up at the word 'sweetheart' but let it go.

"Right. Now, your hold of the gun is perfect. But your position is a little off. You're right footed, correct?" She asked, you nodded.

"Then put your right leg in front of the left, and turn your body sideways." She ordered. Of course you did what she said, but clearly not to her standards.

"Mm... Almost." She hummed. "Do it like this." She moved so she was behind you, to position your body. Her hands trailed down to your hips to straighten your posture, and a light blush started to appear on your face.

She used her foot to part your legs, so they were further apart. "I'm going to take it off safety lock, and you're going to aim the the bullseye. Yes?" You hummed in reply, to not loose concentration.

"You got this. Shoot." She whispered in your ear. A loud bang echoed in the room. You were the one that knew when the shot was coming, yet you still flinched at the noise. Maria didn't move a muscle.

"It may not have been a bullseye, but you still hit the target. That's progress." She complimented.

"I guess so." You shrugged. "You still suck at fighting though." She joked, inching closer to you. You rolled your eyes as her warm lips pressed into yours. You instantly melted into the kiss. She bit the bottom of your lip for access, and you granted.

Air soon became a problem, and you both broke the kiss to catch your breath. Her soft lips attacked your neck, kissing and biting, as she marked you.

Maria picked you up, and held you against the wall as your legs wrapped around her waist.
Her warm hands squeezed tightly on your thighs from time to time.

You had only just noticed you were no longer wearing your tank top. You remained in just your sports bra, and leggings.

"Can I?" She asked, hopefully. Love and lust, visible in her eyes. You nodded shyly and she squeezed on your thighs just a little tighter. "I need to hear you say it."

"I want you."

You felt her lips attack your neck again, hearing your sports bra un-click. You gasped at the feeling of her fingers circling your nipple.

Her hand soon traveled further down, and you shivered at the feeling of her hand slowly slipping into your leggings. Her fingers teased your core, rubbing it painfully slowly, causing you to let out an almost inaudible gasp.

Without warning, she pushed her index finger into you, slowly thrusting then picking up pace, before adding another finger. You bit your lip to hold back your moans.

"Let them out, Y/N. I want to hear you." She whispered into your ear.

Unable to suppress your moans anymore, you let them out, tensing and bucking your hips for more friction. Maria chuckled darkly.

She continuously pumped her fingers in and out of you, before and a third finger to push you over the edge. The knot in your stomach snapped. You're legs shook uncontrollably, as Maria kept hold of your thighs. Loud moans echoed the training room as you rode through your orgasm.

Maria's soft lips connected with yours once again. "Are you Alright? I didn't hurt you?" She questioned, kissing your jaw line. You chuckled shaking your head.

"Not at all."

A/N: erm... idk how to feel about this? this is my first time writing smut, so please have mercy... let me know if you want me to continue smuts, and i will :) I stayed up until 1 in the morning to write this oof-