A/N: My first preference! Sort of.
His arms wrap around you waist, as he slowly pins you against the wall. His left hand travels up your side until its resting on the wall beside your head. His forehead is then leant against yours, Pietro's lustful blue eyes staring into yours intensely. He smirks, muttering something in his mother tongue. The word, beautiful. You blush at his comment.
Gently, his lips connect with yours. It's sweet, tender. Soon it turns into something a little less PG. Your hands grip onto his shirt and his are tangled in your hair. The wall is now firmly pressed up against your back, it's cool surface making you shiver.
When his lips finally leave yours, they travel down your neck. You are in absolute bliss.
He chuckles, his breath warm against you shoulder. Lifting his head, his lips meet yours briefly, before he pulls away again. He stares at you, his eyes full of love and desire. "So, was that good for you?" he smirks.
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Pietro Maximoff Imagines #Wattys2015
FanfictionBasically what the title says! A book of imagines about Mr Speedy Maximoff. Feel free to send in resquests via the comment area! Enjoy!
