Warning: SMUT! With Scott Lang, because he's gorgeous. Swear words.

When I wasn't on missions I would feverously write about my exploits with my fellow Avengers. True tales and tall tales about my missions with gods, super soldiers, assassins, wizards, science nerds, bug boys and of course my one and only big brother, Iron Man himself Tony Stark. But I also wrote about my crush, one Scott Lang.

I knew he was much older than me, and I knew about his past and his daughter Cassie, but that just made me like him all the more. I had spent many hours talking to him, he was so funny and clever, and made me laugh constantly, plus he was the only man in the compound that Tony hadn't warned to stay away from me. There were many advantages to being a Stark, but the ultimate disadvantage was an overprotective brother that still viewed me as a little girl. He took great delight in warning all he men that entered the compound not to even think about looking sideways at his 'pure, sweet, innocent little sister'.

That was he warned everyone except Scott. I didn't know why, maybe he just forgot or simply didn't think I would be interested in someone like Scott, but all I knew was that Scott was the only one that was not afraid of getting blasted by Tony.

At night when I couldn't sleep, I would write down my fantasies about what I would like to do with Scott, the fantasies getting sultrier the more time I spent with him.

It was a day like any other, I watched on as Scott trained in the gym, wicked thoughts flashing through my mind.

*CLICK, CLICK* "Earth to (Y/n)." Nat said as she snapped her fingers before my eyes.

I shook the fantasies from my mind. "Sorry Nat, I was miles away."

Nat looked at me and then at Scott with a big smile on her face.

"Great training session today (y/n/n), why don't you go and finish up by doing some light work on the bag, why don't you ask Scott to help you as he's over there already?" I could feel the blush move through my face up to my ears and down my neck, at her suggestion.

"Ok Nat will do."

I slowly walked towards the bags.

*Cough*

"Hi Scott." He turned around to look at me with a huge smile on his face.

"Hi pickle." He said, and I couldn't help but smile at his nickname for me.

"Hi Scott, Nat told me to finish my session on the bag, she said you might help me?" I asked, hopefully.

"Sure, I'd love to." He said, looking in my eyes as his smile grew again. I felt my face get hot; and I knew I'd turned bright red.

"I didn't know Starks could blush." Scott said jokingly, as my face grew even redder as I tried to laugh off his comment.

"Let's get your hands wrapped, shall we?" He said as he took my hand, and I felt sparks move up and down my spine. His hands were rough yet gentle, and as he sat me down and started to make small circles in the palms of my hands with his thumbs, and we stared intently into each other's eyes. My breath hitched in my chest and fireworks seemed to explode in my stomach; I bit my bottom lip wishing I could jump on him and crash my lips onto his.

He began to wrap my hands slowly, time seemed to stand still; but finally, he finished the wraps much to my annoyance.

"Come on pickle, let's get you punching that bag."

Scott held the bag while I started punching and kicking nearly knocking Scott backwards a couple of times.

"You're stronger than you look pickle." Scott laughed.

"Yeah, I get told that a lot." I giggled in reply.

I hadn't noticed that all the others had left the training room and I was left all alone with Scott. As we finished up, Scott looked nervously at the floor.

"Pickle, I have a confession to make." I looked at him slightly confused and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Ok bug boy, what did you do?" I asked, trying my best to sound stern but not quite pulling it off.

"I found one of your notebooks with your stories in, and I know I shouldn't have done but I read it."

Believing I'd left out one of my books that I just wrote about the team's adventures in I wasn't worried.

"That's ok bug. What did you think of my stories?" I asked as I turned around to get my towel and water bottle.

"Yeah, they were good, especially the stories about me and you." He smirked.

I stopped dead in my tracks, feeling a wave of nausea crash over me and wanting the earth to swallow me whole to hide from the embarrassment. I knew only one book had those stories in, how could I have been so stupid as to leave it out? Summoning all the courage I could, I turned around to find Scott inches away from me, our chests nearly touching. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and chest. He moved closer.

"I found your stories very eye opening."

"Really?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Scott moved closer until he was whispering in my ear.

"I particularly like the one where I take you over and over again from behind and cum inside you." He said, his breath heavy against my neck.

I didn't know whether it was because he was so close, or whether it was because he had just reminded me of my favourite fantasy, but I was instantly wet, my core throbbing and my chest heaving. He leaned in to whisper again.

"Would you like your story to come true pickle?" Before I knew it, I was consumed with complete and utter lust, I crashed my lips into his in a hot and heavy kiss, our mouths moving in perfect synchronicity. His tongue licked my bottom lip begging for entry which I happily granted. Without realising it Scott had slowly pushed me up against a wall and I found myself grinding my hips against his desperately looking for friction, anything to alleviate the growing heat in my core. He turned me around so that my chest was facing the wall. I could feel my nipples become erect from the coolness of the glass. Scott placed his hands on my waist, I could feel his hard on getting bigger in his sweatpants as he ground his hips against my ass.

"Scott." I whispered breathlessly.

"Yes, what is it pickle? What is it you want?" He said while continuing to grind his hips and biting my neck.

"I want you to fuck me Scott, hard!" I panted. I could feel my wetness seep through my leggings and go down the inside of my thighs. Scott chuckled into my ear.

"Anything for my pickle." He said as he bit and sucked my neck leaving behind dark marks.

In an instant my leggings, panties and sports bra had been removed. Still pressed up against the wall I could hear Scott behind me removing his clothes. He slowly moved back behind me, and I could feel his hard cock against my ass, his hands moving round to my front finding both of my breasts and kneading them roughly.

"You are so beautiful (Y/n), and so wet just for me." He growled. I couldn't wait any longer, I was so desperate to feel him inside of me.

"Scott please, fuck me, please don't tease I can't take it." I gasped.

Without a word Scott thrust his length into me with such force that I feel like the air has been knocked from my lungs. I moaned loudly.

"Oh my god Scott, you're so big."

He groaned behind me. "(Y/n), your pussy is so tight, I need to fuck you."

He started to thrust into me, harder and harder with every thrust. The training room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, moans and groans and the sounds of each other's names as we both scream in pleasure. I could feel that all too familiar knot in my stomach growing tighter and tighter begging to burst.

"Scott. I...I'm going to cum!" I screamed out.

"Cum for me pickle, cum all over my cock." Scott shouted.

My walls clenched around his cock, my orgasm hitting as waves of pleasure flooded my mind.

"Scott don't stop please, I need you, I need more." I shouted.

Scott took this as his cue, lifting my leg up to his hip so that he could push into me deeper and deeper hitting me g-spot every time. All I could see were stars before my eyes. Once again, I could feel the knot in my stomach grow tight, my legs started to shake, and it felt like my knees were going to buckle.

"Scott, baby I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.

"I know (Y/n), me too."

I could feel his thrusts getting slower and sloppier. A few more thrust and Scott moaned out my name as I could feel warm ribbons of cum coat my insides, the feel of the warmth bringing me to my climax, all I could feel was complete ecstasy as Scott lay against my back.

"(Y/n), that was...."

"Amazing." I interrupted.

He chuckled into my ear. "You can say that again pickle."

I could feel him smile into my neck, as he slipped out of me. I turned around wrapping my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

'Scott, I don't want this to be a onetime thing, I like you so much, I always have, and I want to keep doing this with you." I said hopefully.

"(Y/n)." He said as he placed his hands on my cheeks.

"This was never a onetime thing, not between me and you. We will keep on doing this for as long as you like." He said, as he leaned down and kissed me, and we stood there wrapped in each other's arms foreheads touching.

"I think we better get dressed before we get caught." I giggled.

Just as we had got dressed, I heard a voice thundering down the hall leading to the training room.

"THE BASTARD! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BUG. FRIDAY BOOK ME AN EXTERMINATOR, I HAVE AN ANT PROBLEM." Tony roared as he came crashing through the doors.

"Hi big brother, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Don't give me that innocent look (Y/n), I have cameras everywhere. Lang I'm gonna kill you."

I could see the worried look on Scott's face as Tony started to summon one of his gloves. I stepped in between the two men and placed my hands on Tony's chest.

"Tony, I love you but I'm not a little girl anymore. You've managed to scare off every other man from even looking at me sideways, I manage to find a man that you haven't scared to death and he just so happens to be a keeper." I said as I turned to look at Scott who was smiling as I kissed him softly on the lips. I grabbed hold of Scott's arm.

"FRIDAY!"

"Yes Ms. Stark."

"Cancel the exterminators, I have no problem with ants at all." I tell the AI.

I lead Scott to the doors of the training room.

"Fancy round two?" I asked smirking at Scott.

"I thought you'd never ask." He laughed.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards my rooms.

"FRIDAY" Tony groaned.

"Yes sir?"

"Find me the biggest can of bug spray you can, I might need it."