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It was raining. And not just a little bit either, it’s like the skies were opened up and letting the most ungodly amount of water out. Due to the rain all the avengers were inside the compound, watching Moana. They blamed the movie choice on [Y/N] and Peter, since they were the youngest members of the team, but really it was Bucky who had wanted to watch it. All too soon, however, the movie was over, and everyone was left bored again.
“Let’s play a game.” [Y/N] suggests, not wanting to go back to her room just yet.
“Truth or dare.” Tony offers up, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“That’s a children’s game.” Steve points out, rolling his eyes.
“Not the way we play it.” Tony tells Steve.
The rest of the avengers agree, knowing Tony likes to play with bigger dares and more risky questions. Wanda tried to convince them to keep it tame, since Peter and [Y/N] had only just turned 18 a few weeks ago. But [Y/N] and Peter insisted they would be fine, after all, they’re both legal adults now. So they began to play. And to say the least Peter and [Y/N] learned a lot of… interesting things. Like about the time that Bucky kissed Steve “platonically” when they were back in the military tigether… they’re dating now.
“Okay [Y/N], truth or dare.” Tony asks the girl, his eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Truth.” She replies easily, not wanting to find out what kind of dares Tony would give her just yet.
“Hmm, name the freakiest thing you’ve done in the bedroom.” He challenges and she snickers.
“I don’t think you want to know that.” She laughs, her eyes twinkling as she remembers all the things she’s done.
“Oh but it’s part of the game.” He tells her.
“Okayyy” she drags it out, blushing as she thinks of what she’s gonna tell him. “On more than one occasion I’ve tied my, now ex, boyfriend to the bed so I could fuck him like the dirty little slut he was.”
The rest of the avengers ooh and ah in shock while Tony just sits there dumb founded. Peter’s slight look of jealousy doesn’t go unnoticed by the other avengers.
“Is that freaky enough for you Tony, or do I need to share some more.” She challenges.
“Nope, that’s good.” He tells her, slightly traumatized.
The game continues on, somewhere throughout it [Y/N] had be dared to give Peter a lap dance, and he still hadn’t gotten his raging boner to go down from beneath the blanket.
“Peter, truth or dare.” Natasha asks the boy, his questions had been rather tame throughout the entire game.
“Uh, truth.” He tells her, slightly scared.
She looks him dead in the eye, “Are you a top or a bottom?” She questions.
He falters, stuttering slightly before he answers. “A top.”
[Y/N] can’t help but to snicker, knowing the truth. “Peter, you are so not a top.” She giggles, her eyes running down his body.
“Y- yes I am.” He stutters out. “How would you know?” He challenges.
Without a word she leans in towards him, seemingly going for a kiss. He leans in closer, his eyes fluttering closed in anticipation of her lips in his. It never comes.
“Such a good little bottom.” She whispers, her hot breath gently hitting his ear, causing him to whimper.
She leans back and the rest of the group laughs, seeing how flustered Peter was from just that. Peter couldn’t help but be completely turned on, he liked being dominated by a woman.
“See, such a bottom.” She teases him, that same sultry look in her eyes.
“That doesn’t mean anything-“ he tries to defend himself.
“Shush now, be a good boy.” She tells him and he instantly shuts up, feeling his dick twitch in his pants.
The avengers laugh and tease Peter for the way he instantly gave in.
“I’ll ask you again Peter, are you a top or a bottom?” Natasha poses the question again.
Peter looks down at his lap in shame and embarrassment. “B-bottom” he nearly whimpers, still thinking of how [Y/N] makes him feel.
“Good boy.” [Y/N] tells him with a smirk, licking her lips at his clear neediness. He can’t help but whimper, wanting nothing more than for her to take him to her bedroom and fuck him until he sees stars.
“That can be arranged.” She tells him and he groans, forgetting she could read minds.
“Ooh, do tell.” Tony laughs, knowing [Y/N] read is mind.
“No, no, nope. Not happening. Not telling.” Peter denies quickly, his face turning a bright shade of red.
[Y/N] stand up. “C’mon Peter, let’s find out just how much of a bottom you are.” She tells him with a smirk.
Peter stands and follows her like a little puppy, his boner clearly vístanle through his grey sweat pants. The other avengers laugh and continue with their game, leaving the love birds alone.
Peter’s face burns with shame at the humiliation he felt, but it just so happened he had a thing for humiliation. As the walk down the halls he palms himself through his pants, getting himself to the edge in a matter of seconds. As they get to [Y/N]’s room, she pushes him against the door outside of it. Her hand finds it’s way to his throat and her moans loudly, his eyes flying shut as she begins palming him with her free hand. He bucks his hips, desperate for the friction.
“[Y/N] I’m-“
“Uh uh uh, what’s my name?” She asks, halting her movements.
He desperately bucks his hips, breathing heavily. She squeezes his throat tighter and asks him again. “What’s my name?”
“Mommy.” He whines, trying desperately to get more friction in the area he needed her most.
“Good boy.” She praises him, returning to palming him.
“I’m close.” He stutters, rutting his hips against her small hand.
“Not so soon.” She tells him, pulling away completely, causing him to whine at the lost contact.
She quickly opens the door for them and he follows her inside, closing the door behind them. She sits on her bed and removes her shirt, leaving her in a red lace bra. The amount of things he wants to do to those precious tits would be obscene. He reaches down to palm himself again before she stops him, pulling him onto her lap. He straddles one of her legs, grinding down into it harshly.
“That’s it, get yourself off on my thigh like the dirty boy you are.” She coos, egging him on.
He throws his head back as he reaches his high, cumming hard and fast in his pants. He slows his movements, breathing heavily as he sees stars.
“Did mommy say you can cum?” She questions him, her voice harsh and sexy.
He shakes his head feverishly, “sorry, just felt so so good, couldn’t stop.” He tells her, his sentences only half formed in his post-orgasm brain.
“You’ve been a bad boy, and bad boys need to be punished.” She tells him, tsking in disappointment.
He whimpers but gets off her lap, a very prominent wet stain on the front of his pants.
“Pants off.” She demands and he complies easily, pulling his grey sweats down and revealing that he had no underwear on. “Such a dirty boy, not wearing any underwear for mommy.” She chuckles, he just whimpers in response.
She gets him to pull his shirt off, showing off his toned abs. She pushes him onto the bed, his head in her pillows. He watches intently as she slowly pulls off her shorts, revealing matching red lace panties. She climbs on top of him and starts kissing him, grinding into his hard cock. Little whimpers and moans tumble from his lips as she kisses and bites at his neck, surely leaving marks tomorrow. She slowly reaches back and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the ground. She continues to grind on his cock, her tits in his face. He gently takes a nipple in his mouth and starts swirling his tongue around it, she lets a pornographic moan out, reaching down and rubbing her dripping cunt from over her underwear. He bucks his hip, closer to his climax than he’d like to admit. She gently pulls her panties to the side, rubbing her wet cunt against him. His moans are loud and pornographic as she grinds against him. Gently she sinks down onto him, his throbbing cock reaching new depths inside her.
“So desperate for mommy aren’t you.” She teases, moving up and down along him.
He doesn’t speak, squeezing his eyes closed in ecstasy. She grabs his hands, from their position on her tits, and pins them above his head. She uses her free hand to grab his throat, squeezing just hard enough to gain a high pitched whimper of pleasure. She attaches her lips to his neck, biting and sucking until she’s satisfied with her work.
“Such a good boy for mommy.” She praises him, feeling him twitch inside her. “Are you gonna cum for mommy? Use your words”
“Yes! God yes!” He moans loudly, rolling his hips as he chases his high. “So fucking close”
She stops her movements, removing her hand from his throat but still pinning his hands.
“No, don’t stop.” He whines at the loss of movement, bucking his hips upwards n hopes of friction.
“Nuh uh, you were a bad boy earlier. You came without my permission.” She reminds him, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry” he cries, his dick aching from the closeness of his orgasm being ripped away.
“Do you really want to cum?” She asks, eying him up.
“Yes mommy.” He nearly begs, again trying to buck his hips.
“Beg for it.” She demands and he gives in instantly.
“Pleas mommy, please let me cum..” his begging fuels her on as she starts to move her hips again, wrapping her hand around his throat once again, knowing he liked it.
His please stop as he nears, and she stops.
“If your not begging you don’t want it that bad.” She tells him, pulling off.
“No!” He nearly screams, struggling against her hold of his hands to try and get himself off.
“I don’t hear begging.” She tells him, sucking on his neck again.
“Oh please let me cum. I’ll be such a good boy. Please mommy, please” he begs.
She sinks back into him, rolling her hips as he moans.
“If you stop begging, I stop.” She warns and he nods, continuing to beg for it.
She gains speed in her movements, chasing her own high as well as his. Squeezing his throat ever so slightly she asks, “are you close, my dirty boy.” To which he nods quickly.
“So close, so so close.” He moans, begging still.
“Such a dirty slut for me, such a whore.” She edges him on, her degradation causing his dick to twitch. “Cum for me, baby.” She tells him and he does.
Screaming her name, he cums, seeing stars as she continues to fuck him through his orgasm, and hers. He sees stars as he squeezes his eyes shut, falling apart beneath her. As she pulls off him he whimpers, still not recovering from the best orgasm of his life. His legs are still shaking as she returns from her bathroom with a warm cloth. He lets out a shaky whine as she cleans him off, twitching from the overstimulation of her hand on him once again.
“Too much, no more.” He tells her quickly, his eyes still shut.
“Shhh, I’m just cleaning you off, no more.” She tells him, knowing how it felt to be overstimulated.
Once they’re both clean she grabs his pants from the floor and frowns, having forgot about the large cum stain that lay inside. She quickly pulls on a pair of shorts and Peters hoodie, slipping out of the room. She quickly runs into his room and grabs him some pants before going back to hers. By the time she’s back he’s standing on shaky legs.
“Here.” She hands him the pants and he pulls them on, smiling shyly.
“[Y/N]…” he begins.
oh here we go, he’s gonna regret it. She thinks to herself, her heart dropping.
“I like you.” He tells her sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Her hearts stops and her steps falter. “You like me?” She questions slowly, not believing she heard him right.
“Y- yeah.” He stutters, looking at the floor.
She laughs in shock, her eyes widening. She quickly walks up to him, stand on her tip toes, and plants a quick kiss on his lips.
“Took you long enough.” She jokes. “I like you too.”
They both laugh and decide to figure out where they stand later, but for now they’re fucking hungry. The moment they walk out of the room they hear the rest of the avengers in the kitchen. As they go down the stairs, that just so happen to come out in the kitchen, the rest of the avengers turn to look at them. Even from where they are they can see that Peters legs are still shaking, and the faint fucked out look in his eyes.
“So..?” Natasha asks with a raised eyebrow.
“He’s such a bottom.” [Y/N] laughs, causing Peter to hit her shoulder lightly and blush HARD.