Marvel one-shots

Corset Fun- Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Living with the Maximoff twins could be fun. Wanda was your best friend and you had begun to develop a crush on her brother. One good thing about living with another woman is that she could help you into your corsets. You didn't wear them often, only on special occasions, like if you were going out to a party or if you were wearing something strapless.

...

Wanda was helping you get ready for girls' night out. You had left your bedroom door open and Pietro noticed this as he was zooming past. He watched fascinated as Wanda tugged the corset around you and hooked it up. Once it once done, you placed your hands under the cups and adjusted yourself before turning around. Wanda picked up her own corset so you could help her. Pietro quickly sped away. That night he had some... interesting dreams about you.

...

A week later, you had been invited to a party. You were in the middle of getting dressed, when Pietro knocked on your door and entered your room.

"Hey, Y/N I wanted to..." He stopped dead in his tracks. The corset you were wearing was one you could slip on by yourself. It was mostly black but the front of it had red fabric down the middle, covered with black lace. The cups were decorated similarly with black faux leather and sparkly diamantes. In the centre of them hung a tiny charm. It also had thin shoulder straps. Pietro stared at your breasts that were pushed up, ever so nicely.

"Are you here to talk or here to ogle? I was getting ready to go out," you huffed; annoyed that he had walked in on you.

"I'd say you already are," he smirked. "Seriously, you look like a character from one of those Japanese cartoons you love so much." You looked down at your voluptuous chest. Sighing, you turned around to pick up your top. The back of hooked up like a bra and the bottom of it was made of mesh-like material. Pietro could see every line, curve and freckle of your smooth skin through the fabric.

"What do you want, Pietro?" you asked, pulling on your top.

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie marathon with Wanda and me but I can see you're busy." With that; he ran off, leaving a blue trail in his wake. You rolled your eyes, put on your jacket and grabbed your purse. You said goodbye to the twins as you headed out.

...

You had just come home from a date, slamming the door as you entered.

"Didn't go so well?" Pietro asked from his spot on the couch.

"I got stood up!" you growled, entering the lounge-room. "I waited two hours for that jerk and then he has the nerve to send his friend to call it off!" Pietro got off the couch and hugged you.

"You know, if I was your boyfriend, I would never stand you up like that." You smiled, leaning your head against his chest and hugged him back.

"Aw, that's sweet of you to say." As Pietro held you, he couldn't help but notice how right this felt.

"Is Wanda home?" you asked after a while.

"No, she went out a while ago. Why's that?" Embarrassed, you gently pushed him away and turned around, taking off your top.

"I need help taking this off. I can't do it by myself," you admitted. Pietro swallowed thickly.

"Are you hoping it'll vibrate off if you stare at it long enough?" you mocked. Now that sounded like fun. Carefully, Pietro began undoing hooks along your spine. He didn't think he'd have the patience to do this night after night. What if he slid his hands beneath- No, stop it. Pietro banished the thought before it could complete itself.

"Thanks," you muttered, as the last hook fell open. You walked back to your room, holding the corset to your chest.

...

One day, you and Pietro were watching 'Pirates of the Caribbean'. The movie had reached the scene when Elizabeth Swann was getting her corset laced up.

"I want to try one on," he suddenly announced. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"What, a corset?"

"Yeah. Can I?" he grinned. You beamed back at him.

"Sure, let's do it." You went to your room and looked at your corsets. You selected a simple frilly black and pink one. Walking back to the lounge-room, for found Pietro shirtless and eagerly awaiting your return. He lifted his arms as you wrapped the corset around him. Pietro's body was slender compared to Wanda's curvaceous one, so you needed to do it up on the tightest hook. You moved to the couch to take in the sight of him. It actually fitted pretty well and even made the tiniest bit of cleavage. Pietro ran his hands down his body and took a deep breath in.

"How do you wear this thing?" You just scoffed at him.

"You've got nothing to complain about. You lack the stuffing that goes in the top." He gasped in mock horror.

"You're just jealous 'cause I look hotter than you," he smirked.

"Oh, is that so? Well I can tell you now; you look like the finest whore money can buy. Why don't you come over here and give mama some sugar?" you sassed, patting your knees. Smirking, Pietro played along with your little game and sauntered over to you. He sat on your lap and draped his arms around your shoulders as you wrapped an arm around his waist. It was as if you were the lecherous old man and Pietro was your pretty little whore.

"I paid good money for you so you better put out."

"Oh, don't worry Y/N. I fully intend to." Your lips inched closer together until they were pressing against each-other. What had started out as a joke was quickly progressing into something more as your tongues simultaneously slid out to greet one another. Without breaking the kiss, Pietro moved to straddle you and placed his hands on the sides of your face. One of your hands tangled in his hair while the other rested on the bare skin of his back. You broke away when you heard the door open. Pietro quickly jumped off your lap as Wanda entered the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of him and you burst into a fit of laughter.

"I swear; this isn't what it looks like!" Pietro delved back into his native language as he tried to convince his sister that he wasn't some kind of weirdo pervert. You followed the pair, still laughing as Wanda retreated to her room.

"Look brother, I don't care what you do with your girlfriend behind closed doors but please keep it to the bedroom," she said, closing her own door. You stopped laughing at the mention of this. Pietro's face was quite red by now.

"Help me get this off." You moved away from Wanda's door and began to work on the hooks of the corset.

"So, Pietro..."

"Hm?"

"I was wondering if you would like to go out later," you blushed.

"Like a date?"

"I-if you want." Pietro spun around to face you and put his hands on your hips.

"Only if you wear a corset."

"I will, if you will pretty boy," you smirked.

"You have got yourself a really weird deal Princezná."