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'My mouth wants to do naughty things to you'

Once all had fallen still and the room had cooled, you had leaned back into Peter's chest, feeling him gently spoon you under the weight of the quilt. But, despite the fact you were admittedly quite tired after a long day, you couldn't help but think about what you needed right now.

For around two hours you'd been shifting, eyes bolted open, hormones through the roof. Peter had unintentionally teased you like that and then left you high and dry, already feeling your arousal dripping through your underwear. Peter was fast asleep, he'd barely flinched at your movements, even when you'd began grinding against his leg. You had it locked in your grasp, wrapping your legs around his lower calf and bringing it to your heat, grinding against the fabric of his sweats vigorously. Your breath was shallow and shaky and as much as you wanted Peter to wake up and fuck you into the mattress, he was tired and you knew he needed some sleep. So you continued biting your lip, teeth digging into the flesh turning it white and numb as you continued the callous action.

It was only when you were aroused enough that your clit began throbbing, letting out a quiet whimper into the pillow. Your hands hadn't worked, and now they were gripping into the mattress and quilt as Peter lay there completely oblivious. Or, so you thought. It was then you felt his leg tense, a low groan leaving the back of his throat. Your eyes fluttered open, heat rising to your cheeks as you saw him, staring at you.

"What are you doing?" he asked, brow furrowed. He looked... Annoyed?

"I- I, uh... I didn't-" you had no words, all you could do was unwrap your legs. "I'm sorry for waking you up" you swallowed, quickly turning yourself over in pure embarrassment. As you were about to close your eyes and wish this never happened, you felt Peter's hand wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"I asked you a question," he groaned, voice low and dominant. This was new. You swallowed hard, trying to pretend you'd already fallen asleep but of course, Peter wasn't falling for it. Your cheeks were bright red and burning hot with the shame of the situation until Peter spoke again. "Come on, Y/N," he said in a high pitched, teasing tone as his hand manoeuvred it's way over your hip. Your eyes floated down, watching his fingers pull at your sleeping shorts, "tell me what you want, or I can't give it to you"

"Pete..." you whispered breathlessly, tilting your head as you felt the bed sink behind you. Without question, his hot lips were on your neck, but this was different. You could feel his tongue poking through his lips, licking a stripe across your skin before kissing the gentle stream, "yes, baby?"

A violent tingle shot down your spine, lost for words completely as he continued kissing very lightly on your neck. You moaned out as you felt his fingers reaching down into your sleep shorts, teasing the strap of your underwear against your skin.

You rolled onto your back, eyes sealed shut as his hand slipped into your underwear, his finger gently resting on your clit making you squirm. He was now leaning upon his arm, looking down on you with beady eyes, strands of hair falling down over his face as he admired the mess you were in.

"Ssh, I've got you" he whispered, dragging out the words ever so slowly as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. His eyes fluttered closed as he allowed your heat to completely swallow his index finger, diving into you. You moaned out into the kiss, god that was such a turn-on for him. He could already feel himself growing in his sweats. The kiss got messy as he began thrusting his finger in and out of you, the sound of your already spilt arousal against his fingers filling the silent room along with the breathy moans now being shared between you.

Your hand gripped his shoulder when you felt another finger poking into your entrance, spreading you out nicely before he continued thrusting, faster this time. You broke the kiss for air, spreading your legs wider. As your feet pushed away from the quilt, you noticed the way Peter's was most certainly turned on in the situation, giving your knee full access to his crotch. You pushed up against him harshly, grinding your leg against his clothed cock making him groan. He leaned his forehead against yours, panting into each other's mouths as you worked one another over.

As Peter slowed a little, getting ready to add a third finger, your hand-dived back into his sweats, not hesitating to grab his cock in hand, squeezing it tightly from the rush of adrenaline. Peter's eyes shot open, jaw slacking let out a loud moan.

"Peter, ssh!" You giggled, placing your free hand over his mouth. You felt his teeth nipping at the skin on your palm, making you gasp and pull away to look at the now red skin of your hand. You kicked him in the shin harshly, making him wobble on the bed. His eyes shifted as he looked at you then, multiple shades darker making you swallow. Suddenly, you felt his thumb pushing harshly into your clit, your head rolling back. Oh, you wanted to scream with pleasure.

"Peter, oh-" you breathed heavier, "oh my god-"

"Right there baby?" he teased, pushing against the sensitive nerve once again. You squirmed beneath him, the hand in his boxers gripping him tighter as you began pumping his shaft. "C'mon, use your words" he mumbled, reaching down to kiss the crook of your neck which was delicatly beginning to blemish with purple marks.

"Fa-Faster, Pete" you moaned, feeling him beginning to thrust into the palm of your hand. At this moment, he knew. The cocky son of a bitch knew you were close, you could practically feel him smirking against the skin of your neck.

"I can't hear you." At first, his tone was rather pleasing, knowing at some point he'd give it to you, but at this point, you'd had enough. You needed him, now.

"Peter, please... Fuck me" you groaned, snapping your hand away from his cock and grabbing the back of his neck, dragging his head upwards and smashing your lips against his. Without his word, you removed his sleep pants, pulling his boxers down with them and allowing his rock hard cock to spring free against his chest.

"Baby-" he pulled away reluctantly, "we can't-"

"I don't care, Peter, I need you, now!"

Your tone sent shivers down Peter's spine. God, you were desperate, this was a whole new turn on.

"How badly do you need it?" he smirked, pulling his fingers away from your head. You could feel how wet they were as he dragged them up the length of your bare stomach before slipping them into his mouth.

"Bad"

With those words alone, Peter smirked devilishly, capturing your lips is filthy kiss before moving to straddle your hips. You could feel the heat pulsing out of him like a waterfall, bringing his hands to your hips.

"Nu, uh" you pulled away quickly, looking down to where his hands were placed. You grabbed his wrists tightly, bringing them up and placing them beside your head, "no more bruises"

"Right, sorry, no more bruises" Peter swallowed, a small form of guilt flooding his chest. But, all was washed away when he felt your legs lock around the back of his waist, whining as you pulled him flush against you. Peter gasped at the feeling of your bare heat against his cock, slowly rubbing yourself along his shaft.

"God- you're so wet"

"All for you" you smiled, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. You watched the way his collar bones dipped, creating the perfect shadow right before his chest. God, he was so hot. So adorable, and cute, but fuck... So sexy at the same time.

"When did you get so fucking sexy?" you whispered, feeling his hands lowering down between your bodies to grab his shaft. You watched the goosebumps arrive on his skin, hairs standing on end. Noted.

"I-... What?"

"Look at you," you traced your finger along his jawline down towards his collarbone, "body of a god"

Peter whimpered under your touch, watching your face contort as the head of his cock slowly moved between your folds. Someone has a praise kink. Your fingertips continued dancing along his skin, a small laugh cracking from the back of your throat as he collected your juices.

"Ready?" he swallowed, moving down deeper towards your entrance.

"So ready" you nodded, shifting the loose strands of hair away from your face. You never thought you'd say it, but watching him concentrate was so hot. The way his eyes focused on the bed frame behind you and his body slowly tilted upwards. The way his hooded eyes finally closed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he slid into you. He fed you inch by inch, allowing you to adjust to his size before comfortably resting your abdomens together, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"God that feels good" he groaned, shifting the weight of his arms, feeling his palms becoming numb in the pillows.

"What does?"

"Being inside you like this" he smirked, pecking your lips. You hummed into his sweet, thin lips, moving your hands down to his hips, silently asking him to move.

There was only a slight worry inside you about the fact this was the first time even you had gone raw, no protection, no pills, just the feeling of him completely flush inside you. You could feel everything. With the condom, you didn't notice the way he literally pulsed inside of you, feeling each of his veins glide over your walls as he pulled out, not enough to leave you completely, before thrusting back inside you.

"Oh, fuck" you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Peter couldn't help but watch your breasts as they bounced to the beat of him thrusting inside of you, fingers digging into the feather pillows. Despite the pleasure, your eyes were blown wide, watching his every move and expression.

"Y/N?" he suddenly spoke up, feeling the sweat beginning to gather on his lower back.

"Yes?"

"Talk to me" he looked over, noses almost touching. His cheeks were a crimson red, eyes hooded over. With just that look you thought it would all be over.

"Talk to you?" you questioned through heavy breaths, thumb tracing over the small curls on his neck, "you wanna know how good you feel inside me, Petey?"

That nickname, oh that fucking nickname.

"Shit-" Peter cursed, ducking his head into your neck," yes, please"

Definitely got a praise kink.

"Why don't you fuck me a little harder and you'll find out" you whispered into his air before gently nipping at the lobe, feeling how hot his skin really was as you danced your tongue along it.

"As you wish" he smirked, moving one hand down and bringing your leg onto his shoulder, giving him better access. And fuck did he go deep. You could feel him all the way inside you, squeezing every inch trying to get deeper and deeper to bury himself within you. It was nice, feeling all of you, but he wasn't one to forget your command, and soon he was pulling out again before absolutely pounding into you.

"Yes!" you screamed, not caring about the people trying to sleep around you, "Oh my god, yes! Fuck!"

Peter had his hand secured on your right arse cheek, giving it a playful squeeze as the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, "Fuck, you're so good, filling me so well"

"Oh baby" he panted, cheeks a flush red, hands gripping and squeezing your cheeks, lips tracing your own ever so lightly. He was grinding into you now, rolling his spine downwards building up the friction. He watched as your hand slip from behind his neck, down between your bodies and pressing your thumb against your clit.

"You getting close, baby? Can feel you squeezing my cock" he mumbled into your chest, feeling his arm beginning to shake.

"Mhm" you nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. There was that familiar sensation growing in the pit of your stomach, adrenaline shooting sky high and you couldn't help but think about how much you didn't want this to be over, not yet. This was perfect.

"Fuck, look at you" he whispered, "biting that pretty lip of yours"

"If I let go I'll scream, you make me feel so good" you mumbled, keeping your teeth locked in their place. You weren't lying, one slip and you'd be screaming the compound down.

"Fuck, baby I'm g-getting close" Peter looked down between you like a shock of electricity had shot through him. This was different. Obviously he'd experienced an orgasm before, but this was... Stronger. "S-should I pull out?"

"No" you shook your head violently, pushing your leg from his shoulder in order to wrap it around his waist, "I want you to fill me"

"Baby, what about-"

"I don't care, I don't care if something happens, I want you inside me when you cum. Fuck I want you inside me forever, I want more night's like this, I want to see that handsome face on top of me for the rest of my life. This body is your's Peter, forever and always" the words spilt out of your mouth like a fountain. You weren't sure where they came from, but not one single part of it was a lie.

"R-really? Forever?" Peter was astounded. Those words meant everything, even if it was spoken during sex. It was beautiful, he couldn't have said it better himself. After everything you'd been through together, here and now you were sharing this moment, out of the blue and unexpected, but he was glad it was happening. And he was ever happier it was with you.

"I love you" you nodded, bringing him down into a kiss. Feeling his lips on yours sent him into a frenzy, hips becoming jagged as his movements slowed. He had to pull away for air, his face scrunching, nose crinkling.

"Fuck- I'm cumming" he announced, tightening his hands around your skin but you didn't care.

You waited, feeling him nip at your shoulder as his hot load spilt out into you. Your cheeks were hot and bright, panting through the sperts as he thrust sloppily into you, keeping his load nice and secure in your walls. You were so numb you didn't even realise you're own high had hit.

Without a second glance, Peter was collapsing on top of you, hair tickling your neck as your skin clasped together, sweat turning into glue. You lay there for what felt like forever, your own orgasm dripping into the mattress, wet and wild, his legs on top of yours.

"That was so hot" Peter panted, purely exhausted.

"Too right it was" you giggled, "you're uh, you're-"

"Right, yeah" Peter got up quickly, slowly pulling himself out of you. The sensation was strange, feeling the cool air hit his member which was slowly beginning to soften. If he wasn't hot and bothered already, he sure was now; looking down between your spread legs seeing each of your cum dripping out of you and into the bedsheets.

"Shit, Y/N-" Peter's eyes widened, looking up, but your head was in the pillows, breathing softly. The sweat on your skin glistened in the dim lighting, not even bothering to cover yourself. He guessed the ship of self-consciousness had sailed a long time ago.

Then he got an idea. It might have been weird, but you just looked so delicious.

Peter moved back on the bed, slowly kneeling down in his stomach and running his fingers alongside your thighs. You hummed in response but gasped when you felt his tongue swiping up between your folds. Your eyes shot open, looking down between you to see Peter in between your legs. You couldn't help but twitch, you were so sensitive.

"P-Peter, Peter too much, too much" you swallowed, tugging on his curls lightly. To your dismissal, Peter pulled away.

"Sorry baby, you just looked so tasty" he smirked. As he got closer, you could see the arousal dripping down his chin. It made you want to fuck him all over again.

"Shower with me?"

"Oh you bet"

Sorry if there's any grammar mistakes, ya bitch is getting lazy...

*falls asleep on keyboard*

Guys, whew, this took a while to come out. My eyes are so sore right now, I'm dehydrated and feel icky but I love you all too much to care xD

Thank you so much for almost 400k reads, what the fuck oh my goodness! I love you all so much you're amazing and beautiful.

Oh, and heads up.

This smut... is far from over 😉😂

In this world, it's only 2 am, you've have all night 😉