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CW: sexual content

ㅤ"𝐀𝐍𝐃...𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄!" Mia heaved out as she dropped the last of her boxes onto the floor of what would be her apartment for the years she'll be spending at MIT. She looked around, nodding to herself at the size; it wasn't as big as her dad would've liked, but she didn't really need the space and was able to talk him down.

Her apartment—which would've had a second floor, several unnecessary rooms, and a dance studio if Tony had gotten his way—has two bedrooms. One will be used as her actual bedroom, and the other as her office and lab. Both rooms had an en suite, while the master's bedroom boasted a walk-in closet. Though it was admittedly an apartment situated in the more expensive part of the neighborhood, in Mia's mind, at least it wasn't a whole mansion.

She whipped around as Paul walked into her bedroom, carrying what would be her mattress. The week before, she and Pepper already bought all the furniture, so all she had to really do was wait for everything to arrive. Now, all she needed was to arrange everything to her liking for the next two weeks, before school starts.

Paul placed the mattress into Mia's bed frame, and quickly removed the outer plastic. "Nearly done," he commented, tossing the now bundled-up plastic into their makeshift trash-bin. He then turned to his girlfriend. "Where are your sheets?"

"Oh!" Mia exclaimed, lifting her finger up as she rushed towards the living room where she unceremoniously dropped her still-sealed sheets and comforter onto the floor. She carried all of it with her arms and hauled into her bedroom and onto Paul's awaiting hands.

They quickly worked on a corner each to secure the fitted sheet. Once that was done, Paul went ahead and shoved the pillows into their cases, while Mia worked in putting the comforter into its duvet cover. Soon, they placed everything into their proper places, and the couple couldn't help but admire their hard work.

"Nice," Paul quipped, crossing his arms in approval. He turned away from the bed and gave Mia a proud look. "Can't believe my girlfriend's going to MIT."

"Can't believe my boyfriend doesn't believe in me," she teased as she flopped down onto her bed, giggling as she bounced before sitting up. "I'm honestly so excited."

"You should be," Paul told her, lying down next to her with his arms behind his head as he looked up at her. "I am gonna miss you, though."

Mia immediately pouted, nodding at him before leaning down to peck him on the lips. "I'm really gonna miss you too. But don't worry, we can visit each other a lot. Plus, I don't think I'm gonna be staying here for too long, anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"You doubt my skills?"

"Absolutely not."

She beamed. "What I mean is that there's a big possibility I'll be able to graduate early if I finish my classes quickly. Of course, with passing grades and all."

Paul hummed and smiled up at her. "I look forward to that. The same way I look forward to our future."

Her heart fluttered in her chest. "Yeah?" She asked softly.

"Mhmm. I can see us living in whatever place you choose, with a house. I know you don't like things that are too extravagant so maybe a two-storey with rooms for your inventions. I know how much you miss making things and how little you made when you were in Forks 'cause of the whole secret identity and stuff. And then..."

"And then what?"

"And then..." He paused. "I see us having kids. Maybe a girl, maybe a boy." He shrugged. "I don't even care. As long as they're ours, whether biologically or not. Just...a kid running around, becoming a smarty-pants because of you, but still athletic because of me..."

There was a beat. "You've thought about this," she realized.

"You haven't?"

"Not really," she admitted. "I'm definitely someone that...lives in the moment," she explained after a short pause. "But that does sound nice."

"You think so?" He finally sat up and made eye-contact. Mia felt herself shudder in the way he stared at her, feeling as though he was staring into her soul, peeling off her metaphorical layers and seeing her—the real her—in all her flawed glory. But she didn't mind; not one bit.

"Honestly," she began, looking away from his heavy gaze and played with her hands. "I'd love the spend the rest of my life with you."

Paul unexpectedly hugged her tight, and as he was beside her, he hugged her sideways, chin on her shoulder as he kissed her jaw. "I love you."

"I love you."

Mia finally turned her head again, met his gaze, and cupped his face with her hands, her long, slender fingers hugging his jaw while her thumb caressed his cheeks lovingly.

"You know," she began, her voice in a whisper, and her breath fanning his lips at the closeness of their faces, "I told you before that you're the only one I'll ever wanna learn how to fall in love with, and that hasn't changed. You're the first person that I let into my life this way, and I'm genuine when I say I'd do anything with you. Even...even..."

"Mia..." He trailed off, eyes immediately darkening with the realization of what she was trying to imply. He felt himself harden, and he bit his lip to hold back his moan. But then he shook his head. "Mia, if you're not ready, we don't have to do anything. I don't want to make you uncomfortable; I refuse to."

"I am ready," she quickly insisted, flushing underneath his heavy gaze. She felt her breathing shudder, and her skin raise in goosebumps, the feeling intensifying when he kissed her palm. "I'm just nervous, there's a difference."

The chuckle he let out sounded different in her ears. It was less about amusement, and more about...at this point, she couldn't even describe it, her mind becoming numb as she let her body do the work for her, squeezing her legs together as she prolonged their heavy eye contact. Before she could even realize, her lips were on his, and both her hands were on his chest.

Without much effort, Paul had changed their positions, both his hands on her waist as he pushed her onto her back. He found himself on top of her, her knees touching his hips as both their hands carelessly explored each other's bodies.

Mia felt herself getting warm, blushing at what was about to come. Not only was she about to have sex for the first time, but she was also being kissed differently for the first time too. Gone was Paul's self-restraint as his tongue massaged hers sensually yet fervently; it was as if all that was left of him was the man he once was: a man who his way with women.

She felt as though his hands were every where at once; he'd caress her skin, squeeze here and there, slowly pushing her sweatshirt up as he did so. And as he laid on top of her, he'd grind his hips onto hers, the friction causing her to moan into his mouth. All five of her senses were drunk in him, as all she could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel was him.

For a second, he pulled away, and a needy whine escaped her lips. He shushed her. "Before I take this off," he tugged at her top, "are you really sure?"

"Fuck," she cursed, coming out as a desperate whine. "I'm fucking sure!"

He chuckled breathily. "If you say so."

Unexpectedly, he pulled her up with ease, and pulled off her top with little resistance. He was then met with the sight of her white lace bra; this time, Paul had to moan out loud.

"Goddamn," he muttered under his breath. He looked at her. "Did you plan this?"

"Maybe."

He proceeded to pull down her sweat shorts and was greeted by matching panties. He groaned. He finally sat up and hastily pulled off his own shirt and shorts, leaving him in his boxers. Now, all that was left between the two of them were their underwear.

"I'm gonna take it slow," he declared. She quickly nodded, and he continued, "I'm gonna pleasure you, and all you have to do is relax, okay? I've got you."

"Okay," she nodded again.

"If at any point you want me to stop, don't hesitate to tell me."

That's when he finally pulled down her panties, and admittedly felt his mouth water at the sight of her glistening center. He leaned down, shuffling so he can place her legs on his shoulders as he became face to face with her pussy.

She tried to shy away at first, not used to the feelings she was being bombarded with. But he placed both his hands on her thighs, and used just enough force so she wouldn't able to close her close her legs again.

"I love you," he whispered, his breath fanning her, making her stutter as she sat up to look down at him as he worshipped her. She made eye contact just in time before his lips wrapped around her swollen clit, moaning at the taste of her. Immediately, she threw her head back in pleasure as she moaned, quickly removing her bra. She was now completely bare for him.

Reaching up, Paul grabbed her left breast, being mindful of his strength as he massaged her, his warm hand making her nipples harden even more, all while his tongue continuously licked her up and down. He kept on changing his speed, going from fast to slow, teasing her as he did so. It didn't take long before he was inserting a finger into her, prepping her.

She eventually reached down to place her hand on his hair, the other supporting her upper body. She moaned, grabbing onto his hair tightly, making him gasp. He then sucked on her clit as a sort of payback, before inserting a second finger, immediately making her legs shake.

It didn't take long before she let out a long, drawn-out moan as her legs shook around his head, her hips bucking into his mouth as she came. He continued to eat her out and finger, dragging out her orgasm, making her squeal slightly in overstimulation. Finally, she calmed down, and after a quick lick, he pulled away.

"How was that?" He asked, smirking at her, still gently fingering her. He didn't even let her answer before he was swooping down and kissing her.

She could taste herself as she kissed back, but she barely even registered it. All that she could think about was the pleasure, swallowed by euphoria. She didn't realize he had taken his underwear off until he pulled away. She shuddered out a breath at the sight of him.

"I'm gonna take it slow," he reminded her, pulling his fingers out, pulling out a condom from the back pocket of his jean shorts and rolled it onto him. "But it's still gonna hurt."

"I know," she nodded. "I love you."

"I love you."

He then lined himself up, and slowly pushed in. Straight away, she winced at the intrusion, but made no order for him to stop. But he pushed on, hissing at the feeling of her pulsating walls around him. Eventually, he bottomed out.

Mia let out a breath, feeling a tear slip out of her eye. Paul instantly wiped it away, keeping himself as still as possible as he looked down at her.

"You okay?" He worriedly asked.

"I'm okay," she reassured. "It's just...you're really big."

Her admission made him chuckle heartedly. "I know."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, before nodding to herself, feeling the initial pain fade. "You can move."

Slowly, he began to set a pace, thrusting in and out of her gently to help her get used to the feeling. He kept one hand cupping her face gently, as a sort of reassurance, while he used his other to keep himself balanced. Eventually, both of them were moaning out loud, his pace quickening.

Paul let out a shuddered moan before pausing his thrusts, sitting up onto his knees, unwrapping her legs around his waist, only to hook them onto the crook of his elbows as he pressed her down. He gave her a peck before resuming his pace. The new position had Mia moaning louder, her hands gripping onto whatever she could get her hands on.

"Oh, shit," she moaned. "Fuck!"

He felt it first; an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy growing larger and larger. He knew she wasn't far behind, feeling her walls clench around him uncontrollably. But he didn't want to come first, so without a moment too soon, he released one of her legs so he could draw circles on her clit with his fingers. Almost immediately, her legs began to shake for the second time, and she came with a loud moan.

Soon after, he reached his peak, and he spilled into the condom, pulling out of her slowly as he did so. Hissing, he took the rubber off and stood up. He placed a kiss on her forehead before walking into the bathroom to get himself cleaned up as quickly as he could. As soon as he was done, he grabbed one of her washcloths and dampened it, before walking back into the room.

Only to find Mia fast asleep.

He chuckled to himself, pulling his boxers back on before getting into bed, cleaning her up. After that was done, he got out of bed again, placed the washcloth onto her bathroom sink, and walked back out. He carefully laid down beside her, making sure he wouldn't wake her, and cuddled her into his arms.

Despite it being the late afternoon, he found himself drifting off, pulling the covers over the two of them, before finally letting sleep consume him.

But not before softly whispering, "I love you," into her hair. 

author's note: yall honestly i did not proof read this bc i got too lazy so if yall wont mind, pls lmk if there are any errors or anything

but yay!! the long awaited smut's finally out!!! ik yall have been waiting for me to write one but i never did (not until today!) bc when i wasn't yet too comfortable to write one. but if yall know from my 'collision' series, i've gotten pretty comfortable and confident about writing steamy scenes. 

SO, i hope yall enjoyed this HAHHAHAHA i'll try and write more eventually :p

love yall <3