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'let my whispers make you weak'

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AS SOON AS THE DOORS were closed and the barrier was fermented back between the two of you, Peter's mind fell straight into the gutter. He couldn't help it, he was a desperate teenager in search of some kind of leverage to his sexual needs.

Dropping down on the couch he could already feel the tight pull in the centre of his jeans, releasing a sigh from his lips. He was tired, half-drunk and pretty hungry, whether it be food or for you he wasn't sure. Masturbating now was a need, but something he so desperately wanted to neglect.

Placing his hands on his thighs, Peter took a few calculated deep breaths, closing his eyes and trying to rid the aching in his abdomen. It was getting ridiculous how easily Peter could become flustered, he was on and off like a light switch. But thinking about your lips that had been on his neck just hours before only pushed the need of wanting them everywhere further over the radar.

You, on the other hand, weren't holding back this time. It had been so long since you'd had a chance to relax, that slamming the door behind you, making sure it was locked tight, finally gave you the comfort to throw away your problems and just have at it. Stripping your way to your bedroom, you finally collapsed down flesh first into the sheets, rolling onto your back so that your hand could slide between your thighs.

Just getting a taste of Peter had you on edge all evening and you were meeting your witts end. The void was beginning to open again and not having an inch of distraction you needed to get your hands dirty. After being left touch starved for what felt like months, finally feeling the mess you had made on your own fingertips sent shivers up your spine, fingers pressing into every area that sparked pure pleasure. You knew you usually would abide by the rules of just letting it pass, but not this time. Peter had some kind of spell over you.

All the while you played the game, your mind was lost in the night's early events. It was unexplainable now how badly you wanted a taste of Peter, how your body practically craved him in a sense. You knew that at some point you would have to come clean about your intentions, or you might just fulminate. Just the pure thought of being able to ride his cock while he fell apart beneath you sent shock waves through your body, or the way he'd stretch you open.

Thinking hard, Peter didn't come across very dominant. Although attitudes can change in the bedroom, you were on the fence about his position. Sure, you'd always somewhat been the dominant one, but you'd like to see Peter take your spot. Yet, him being submissive was a whole new turn on. Getting him to do whatever you pleaded, having him down on his knees at your feet with a single word. You borderline came there and then.

It was pretty ridiculous; this whole situation. You'd known Peter all of a few days and already he was the cause of your earth-shattering orgasms and filthy thoughts, and he hadn't even touched you in the right place yet. But, that was somewhat exciting. Knowing that you would be able to take the time to figure him out, find out what he liked, what he disliked, what made him crumble under your touch, and teaching him would be fun too, showing him what you enjoyed if he was interested.

You just needed something...

Daybreak was anything but blissful. The morning light had struck Peter like a hammer to the head, waking in a blinding sweat tangled in the bedsheets that were already damp. He figured this was his punishment for not tending to his body's needs. Frustrated and still slipping out of the era of sleep, he shifted back the sheets to find the one thing he was hoping wouldn't be there.

Yet again, another wet dream had left him a little too over-excited.

Peter was considering talking to someone about his issue because it was starting to get ridiculous. Waking up more than once or twice a week with a hard-on was annoying over anything because he didn't have the energy to resolve the problem. Running a hand down his face he gently manoeuvred to sit up, tongue in cheek as he looked down to his stomach.

"You're killing me, y' know that?"

*KNOCK, KNOCK*

Peter's heart thumped against his chest practically winding him to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Millions of questions flooded through his mind, before spinning his head to look at the clock. His bedside table alarm shone 10:07 am...

"Shit," Peter had completely forgotten about you... Well, not completely. But he had forgotten about you coming over. Standing up abruptly every ounce of blood rushed to his head, wobbling on his feet as he searched for a decent pair of clothes. The sudden thought of you standing at his doorway sent every ounce of shock southward, enabling his cock to twitch against his abdomen, a groan leaving his lips.

*KNOCK, KNOCK*

"D-uh, just a second!" Peter yelled, flailing sheets and pillows around in search of some clothes.

To say you'd gotten maybe three hours sleep, you were wide awake. After trecking through town and buying Peter breakfast, you'd made it back to your apartment complex just on time. Now, you were standing just outside his apartment door, waiting for his assistance.

After around a minute or so, the door opens just a tad to see Peter, sticking his head around the frame with a flustered smile.

"Hey, Y/N... Uh, w-what's up?"

You opened your mouth to speak, before opting to lift the brown paper bag in your hand, the grease slowly sinking through the thin material, "I brought you breakfast, hope you're hungry?"

Peter was definitely hungry, practically starving in the morning hour... But for something a little more than food.

"Uh, y-yeah I could eat," he nodded, swallowing tightly. Looking Peter dead in the eye you could see something was wrong, something he wasn't telling you and it set a pang of guilt in your chest for interrupting.

"Is everything okay? I can always come back later if you'd like?" you squinted your brow tightly, biting the inner side of your lip. Peter had his door tightly closed, only displaying his head as if he were to be again, hiding something.

"What? No, I mean yes! Everything's fine, please come in," he coughed gently, opening the door a little wider. You nodded nervously, before slowly making your way in through the apartment. You wondered in without hesitance, standing on your belief that there was definitely something wrong, and to give him some space.

"So uh, I didn't know what you liked so I kinda got you a m-" after setting the bag down on the kitchen counter you turned to look for Peter, spotting him seated on the couch, buried in pillows. "Okay, what's going on?"

"W-what? Nothing, I'm fine."

"Peter," you placed a hand on your hip, disacknowledging the paper bag filled with food, "you can talk to me, you know?"

Peter stayed quiet for a moment while he allowed the motion of pure embarrassment to take over. He wanted you, but not like this. But who else could he talk to? You seemed like a pretty confident person and someone who would possibly understand his situation, and if you didn't... Well, he was fucked.

"Promise you won't make fun of me?" Peter squeaked nervously, face flushing a deep red as he shifted uncomfortably.

"Pinky promise," you nodded with a tight-lipped smile, moving your hands in front of you to come across more formal. Slowly and carefully, taking all of his time, he began to remove the pillows away from his body onto the floor of the living room. It was definitely something you weren't expecting, but then again you weren't sure what you were thinking it could be. Displayed in front of you was Peter, practically sweating in the thin black shirt he was wearing, and a very tight tent in his grey sweat pants.

"It keeps happening, like every morning I wake up like... This," he swallowed, looking down to his crotch. You were mesmerised, and not to mention excited. Was he finally going to let you get a taste? "I know why it keeps happening but... Like... I don't know how to fix it", he shrugged, "and it's kinda getting annoying."

"Well, uh..." you swallowed, "maybe you're just... Frustrated... Like... Sexually frustrated..."

Of course, he was sexually frustrated who were you kidding?

Peter's eyes darted around the room nervously as his hand scratched the back of his head, "is it that obvious?" he chuckled, nerves beginning to lift off his chest at the sanctuary that you, so far, understood.

"Well, kind of. Do you uh, want some... Help?"

If Peter's head wasn't screwed on as tight as it had been, it would most definitely have flown off. Your eyes were darker than they were before, filled with wonder and... Lust? He couldn't tell, but the way you were looking at him... It was possible you wanted him as much as he wanted you...

"Y-Y... You mean like... Like-"

"Look, if I'm gonna be honest, I haven't told you... Everything about me, yet," you bit your lip, fingers fumbling together at your waist, "You see, the thing is... I kinda have this thing where... God this is embarrassing-"

"N-No, no, if anyone should be embarrassed it's me," he sighed, "what is it?"

You were jumping around like a grasshopper on smack, shifting from foot to foot until finally giving in and moving over to sit with Peter on the couch.

"The thing is... I kinda have this... Condition, where every like three days I have to be... Sexually active because I have PTSD... It's hard to explain." A sigh left your lips, as the situation drastically took a turn. Talking about your PTSD wasn't something you ever wanted to bring up to anyone like Peter. He seemed like the kind of guy that was well hidden, yet had so much in his own personal life going on that he doesn't need other people's issues... Or were you just being paranoid?

"Um," Peter swallowed as he bobbed his head, trying to circulate the thoughts that were racing around his brain, "that's like... Fine. It doesn't change the person you are."

"You think so?" you perked your lips into a smile, heart beating faster and faster in the motion of what felt like love overcoming you.

"Yeah," Peter smiled breathlessly, "I... I mean non of us are perfect, right? A-and I don't really mind personally anyway, cause I like you just the way you are."

You dipped your head, a blush rising to your cheeks as your hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Peter liked the way you were blushing under his compliment, watching the tinted red rise to your cheeks. You looked breathtaking.

Looking up slightly as you calmed yourself down, you could clearly see the way in which Peter was most certainly not following suit, the tent in his sweat pants still painfully obvious making your teeth voluntarily gnaw into your bottom lip with anticipation. "So, this little... Problem of yours,"you drew the attention back to where the conversation had first sparked, having completely forgotten about the food now turning cold on the kitchen counter.

"O-oh," Peter swallowed tightly, eyes averting down towards his crotch, "y-yeah?"

Moving swiftly, you cocked your leg up and over Peter's waist, placing your hands on his shoulders, fingers instantly travelling into the loose curls hanging along his neck. "Maybe I could help you out a little?" Your voice was so quiet and deep Peter barely caught it, his heart pounding, the white noise growing louder against his ears. The weight of your hips pushing up against his clothed cock made him forget almost everything he knew, his name, your name, where the fuck he was.

"Put your hands on me, Peter," you instructed, lifting his soft fingers from his sides and placing them gently on your waist. He was shaking, a vulnerable look spreading across his face as he became completely lost in your scent. "So tell me," you mumbled, bending down to press your lips against the shell of his ear, "how long has this been happening for?"

Peter took a deep breath, trying to collect his vocal cords as your hips began moving in a circular motion against his abdomen, "a... a few months?"

"Mhm," you nodded, your whole upper body remaining impossibly still as you continue your actions. Peter's breath was a mess, spluttering out in gentle whimpers as you added the rest of your weight into his lap, feeling the heat from your core flushing up against his shaft which was still tucked away behind his grey sweats, "must be pretty painful, huh?"

You could hear the way his heart was violently pounding against his rib cage, the muscle ready to rip in the motion. "I.. I-It's not so bad."

"Really?" you quizzed, leaning your forehead against his, feeling the already thin layer of sweat beginning to form against the skin, "doesn't sound that way."

Peter's mouth fell agape as your hands travelled away from his shoulders and down his chest. You were pushing every button Peter didn't even know he owned, pinching and pulling on all his sensitive spots. He was vulnerable and scared, the unknown striking fear into his chest, hands still firm on your waist and breath hot against his lips.

"Y-you heard me?" he swallowed, yet again the heat rising to his face, making you realise how easily he could be embarrassed with just your words.

"You weren't exactly quiet, now were you?" you teased a little further, palms massaging the muscle under his nipple, making an unvoluntary loud moan of pleasure leave his lips. He was desperate for more, and you weren't feeding him enough.

"W-well it's hard!" He stuttered, voice rising in tone as he defended himself. He was embarrassed and ashamed that you had heard him at his weakest but in a way... He liked it.

"I know it is, Pete. It's very hard," you smirked, hand sliding down towards the waistband of his sweats, "wishing you had someone to do all the work for you..."

"Uh, Y/N..." Peter moaned, hand shooting away from your hip to grab your chin between his fingers, smashing your lips together. You took a sharp inhale through your nose, grinding down against his faster and harder, more passion, more need as your lips fought against one another for dominance.

In a quick flash, you were down on your back, lying flat against the couch with Peter's hips pushing against your clothed core, hands travelling to wrap your legs around his waist. It was an act of pure adrenaline, and Peter was scared to take over, but he wanted more and he wasn't in the mood for games. But god, were you loving it.

"Harder, Peter," you gasped between the hard kisses, tongues lapping over teeth. Peter did what he was asked, grinding down harder into your centre, pushing your hips further down into the soft couch. In a second you were giggling frantically, the way he grunted and moaned in pure pleasure.

"God I wanna fuck you," Peter moaned, passing his lips with no consent or recognition of what was happening. His mind buffered, biting his tongue, "oh god I-"

"Is that so?" you chuckled, head leaning back as the coil inside of you began to tighten, "well at least now I know what I'm doing tomorrow," you smirked, and then the coil finally snapped.

"Oh, Peter!" You yelled, "fuck, make me cum!"

Peter's lips snapped shut as he urged to concentrate, a little shocked at the boldness of your words, but it's not like he was far behind. It was nice that he was finally getting a taste of you, after craving you for what felt like years.

Peters hips began to quicken as his orgasm approached, snapping in jagged movements against your hips, rolling and pushing harder. And then when it finally hit him, the loudest, practically pornographic, most obscene moan left his lips. To that sound you felt fire shoot through you, cascading down your spine right to the centre of your stomach.

Peter was still hovering above you only slightly, scared to induce you with his full weight. His head was on your shoulder, gently pants leaving his lips as his stomach continued to convulse, cum leaking out from the tip of his cock soaking through into his sweats. Within the moment without a passing instant, Peter's chest began to fill with guilt.

"God," you panted, chest heaving with quick breaths, "that felt good."

"Yeah," he nodded through a shaky breath, noticing the way his arms began to shake under the weight of his own body.

"You can lie on me, you know?" You smiled, placing a soft hand on his humid cheek. He swallowed, not thinking twice about it before flopping down into your chest, head resting up against your neck.

Finally, the games could begin.

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Thank you so much for reading! Chapter five coming soon.