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'prince'

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The night air was still, calm and deadly silent. Out here in the open, you felt like meek prey being sort out by a dangerous predator. You sauntered over to the car with your keys clutched in your fist, the sharp metal of the car key and building key lodged between your fingers, creating the image of a decent weapon should an attacker be standing by. You were quick to open the trunk of the car, grasping your bag that contained several belongings and hoisted it out into the night, slamming the trunk door down and locking the car as you darted back for the doorway, heart racing.

As you re-entered the shop you stopped to lock the door before heading back to the red room where Peter was waiting for you patiently, hands nestled in his lap like a child waiting patiently for their mother to return. You sighed meekly as he caught your eye, his pupils widening with joy and his lips curling into a soft smile.

"Shall we?" You gestured to the stairs seated on your left, pressing your shoulder backwards slightly to make room for Peter to pass. He stood from the bed, hands departing from one another and falling to his sides. He followed your eyes as they wandered towards the stairs and began making his way up to the second floor, you following hot on his heels.

As Peter reached the second floor his eyes gazed around. It was... Unusual to say the least. The top of the stairs immediately turned to face a large space which spread out into several rooms. Two doors were facing the stairs, two doors to the right and one on the left with another right beside Peter's shoulder. He stood there for a moment until he felt your hands gliding their way around his stomach. Your touch made him much weaker than he cared to admit, it was practically embarrassing, but he wasn't going to deny that he relished in your touch. Feeling the warmth of your callous fingertips dancing along his tender skin in a frolic dance made his skin shiver, hairs standing on end. There was something so subtly sexy about every little movement you made that had Peter snapping to attention every time you so much as passed oxygen through your lungs.

"You can have a little explore if you like while I make the hot chocolate?" you said gently as you unravelled your arms from around Peter's waist and began walking towards the kitchen. Peter practically whimpered at the sudden loss of your touch, pining after you like a confused hound in the depths of dismay and misery. He watched you closely as your eyes locked with his own, sauntering your way across the great area of space when he released he hadn't yet answered you. He coughed up a breath and nodded, "uh, sure, okay..." he nodded meekly. In truth, Peter just wanted to follow you wherever you went and never leave your side, like some kind of stalking shadow that even when the sun fell into a deep sleep he'd still be there at your feet.

Before Peter began exploring he first headed back down the stairs and hooked the car keys around his index finger, swinging them around in a playful loop as he headed outside to the truck where the bags were. He hadn't brought much, but he figured it would be smarter to collect them now rather than later when you were tangled in the bed sheets and realized neither of you had a condom because surprise, surprise, skin doesn't come with pockets. Peter had of course gone to leverage of buying multiple packs of condoms, letting his mind take over a little. Upon which he'd hoped maybe you had brought along some more of the... gadgets you had been keeping from him so far. He hadn't yet forgotten about the heated lube you used to milk him, how could he possibly let it slip from his mind? And it only released the chains on all the dark little boxes Peter had locked away in the back of his devious little brain, he'd been thinking unthinkable things.

But that was the amazing part of you that he had come to adore. Peter knew that speaking to someone who wasn't you about the things that had been swimming around in his head ever since you first touched him, they'd scream and run for the hills. But he imagined you would only encourage it. If anything your mind could be filled with much filthier things, because you had made it clear it was possible.

After heading back inside the strong scent of chocolate and sugar wound its way into Peter's senses. He could feel the heat seeping out of the mugs to the front door. There had to have been something floating in the air the last couple of days because Peter's senses had been practically haywire. For now, he purely blamed you in the most indiscreet way possible. You had been waking up new parts of him, mentally and physically, that Peter had never explored before. You were pushing buttons Peter didn't even know were available to push, so he figured maybe you had cast some kind of spell over him. Whatever it was, if it was allowing him to feel these new realms of pleasure every time you came within a five-meter radius of him, he wasn't about to start questioning the odds.

Peter rushed upstairs in a hurry and made his way to the bedroom. As the door opened he was greeted with a faint smell of vanilla and linen; candles decorated the windowsills and small pots of succulents hung by their side. The bed looked all so inviting, crispy white sheets accompanied with fluffy white pillows to match and a few smaller accent pillows sitting in front. He dropped his bag at the bedside as he admired the meek decorations that just seemed so you, but a much deeper, personal side that made his chest bubble with excitement.

"One hot chocolate," your voice rang in from the side of him. Peter turned to see you carrying two very full cups of hot chocolate and rushed to your aid with a swift step forward, wrapping his long fingers around the mug being careful not to burn the skin.

"Thank you," he smiled softly, the strong scent warming his chest, bringing back memories of December nights.

"No problem," you reciprocated the gesture before taking a seat on the bed, mug held tightly in your hands. Peter sat beside you carefully before bringing the mug to his lips and taking a sip. You watched him closely as his arms extended, muscles bulging from the not-so-loose shirt he was wearing. You smiled lightly as his eyes fluttered shut, sipping the sugary liquid leisurely. You had made the mistake of overfilling the mugs, causing the brown liquid to slip from the side of Peter's lips and drip down his chin before crawling its way down the length of his throat. You sat in harmony for a moment as you remembered the first encounter you shared with Peter; the water that had fallen down the same set of skin that covered his throat making your loins burn with need, and here you were again feeling that same burn of desperation, only this time you had the liability to act on it.

"Mm- This is amazing," Peter sighed, bringing his hand up to wipe away the stray drop from his chin and his throat, batting away the residue on his jeans.

"Thank you," you hummed softly, taking a sip from your mug and tasting the bittersweet chocolaty liquid that did indeed taste amazing. You glanced upwards only to catch his soft brown eyes staring at you delicately, admiring your every subtle feature. You swallowed, batting your lips together before you asked, "what?" with a soft giggle.

"You're just so... beautiful," Peter smiled. It had been the first time Peter had commented on your appearance so boldly and with some ounce of confidence because truly he did mean it. You were breathtaking in a sense, but Peter didn't want you to cringe too hard.

Your heart thundered against your rib cage as the comment hit your ears. There wasn't much that made your heart stop and your cheeks burn with shy rage, but Peter did things to you that you couldn't explain. People had called you beautiful more than once, but for some reason, hearing Peter say it made the world around you stop spinning.

"I mean it," he spoke again after hearing your silence, "I'm-I'm not just saying it 'cause y'know... you're like my girlfriend or whatever," he began spluttering, and it made you fall in love with him even more. He shuffled gently, running a hand through his unruly brown locks, "'cause like you're obviously pretty but like pretty is such a... Like something you say when you're kids and well you're not pretty- I-I mean you are pretty but you're like beautiful because beautiful is something you say to a woman-"

"Peter!" you yelled softly, a broad smile on your lips. He paused abruptly, looking at you with sudden worry in his eyes. "Thank you," you ushered closer to him, placing a hand on his knee, "I think you're kind of beautiful too, y'know."

"T-Thank you," he swallowed softly.

"Also... I think that's the first time you've ever referenced me as your girlfriend." From what you could remember it had felt like the first time he had outright called you his girlfriend, and it made your hands a little clammy. Peter was your boyfriend, this was real, albeit it seemed so cliche. You were living in your little world where Peter Parker was tied to you in a law that was discreetly shared between two people.

"I think it is," he agreed, "You're my girlfriend," he said again, his eyes batting together softly. There was a sudden shift in the air in that brief moment, as you watched Peter's eyes flutter from a soft, innocent, deeply in love to being glazed over by a sorrowful mist that ached with confusion and almost a little jealously. The transition was so abrupt it threw you off guard a little. "Can I ask you something?" he proposed, his voice still soft but there was a tone hidden beneath the sound waves that grasped you like the sharp end of a fishing line hook.

"Of course," you nodded.

"That night... when you found me in your room... W-What was that poster? On your wall?" Peter felt as though he was taking a huge risk here, admitting that he had theorized some kind of conspiracy in his head against you, but that wasn't the case. In truth, Peter was just a little scared. Deep down inside Peter longed to keep you safe and protect you, but not in a dominant kind of way, he knew you held the reins in that department. In truth, he just wanted to know he was yours.

"Oh," you nodded, reaching towards your bedside table and placing down your mug of hot chocolate before turning to face Peter once again, "I kind of thought you might ask about that," you swallowed. Peter was preparing for the worst.

"It's actually kind of embarrassing," you stooped your head for a moment, tucking a loose strand of hair away behind your ear, "I used to collect autographs from like... famous people, and that Avengers poster was just like a tally of the ones I had, so like when I managed to get their autograph I'd cross them off," you sighed a little cross in the air with your hand and watched as Peter's stance began to relax; his eyes softened back to their original state and it was as though you felt like he could breathe again.

"Oh okay," Peter sighed out a deep breath, releasing the tension that had been building in his chest. There was a look on your face that Peter couldn't quite read, and it was although the tension began to rise again like an uncontrollable heat, suddenly his whole world was thrusting up into flames. "Are you alright?" Peter asked, watching your brows lift as you looked at him.

"Hm? Yeah, just thinking," you shrugged, "I... I dunno, did we rush into things?"

"What do you mean?" Peter swooped in quickly as if the tone of your voice and choice of words posed a threat to the brunette.

"I mean," you shuffled around, clasping Peter's hands in yours and seated them in your lap, "do you think we rushed into things?" you said again before elaborating, "I mean, yes we know some things about one another, but I don't know if we ever really took the time to get to know one another before we took that step into relationship territory," you could feel Peter's hands tightening around your own as every word slipped from your lips. Peter was falling into a deep pit that only seemed to grow deeper each time he looked into your eyes and tripped over another pothole of love. The way you were talking right now sounded like you were beginning to question everything that had started Peter's heart back up again, the things that were getting him out of bed in the morning, you had the means to take that all away if you really wanted to. You had all the power.

"Peter?"

His eyes looked up at you suddenly and you saw the rays of panic flash over his iris, swallowing his spirit whole. His thoughts were strangling him, gripping his throat and digging their thumbs in deep and what made matters worse was the fact that you knew. "Peter, it's okay," you released one hand from his grasp to gently wrap your callous fingers around his arm, running gentle circles around his skin with your thumb, "what's wrong?"

"I don't actually know," Peter admitted softly, "I- I just don't understand, I- have I done something wrong? Am I not doing this right? I don't really know how relationships work I mean- I mean-"

"Peter slow down," your voice brought his consciousness back to a safe level, you were so close now you were practically sitting in his lap. "Peter, relax, okay? All I'm saying is I just wanted to get to know you better, that's all. The sex we have is amazing and the connection we have, I feel like it gets stronger every day, but sometimes I just want to know what's in here," you said as you rest your palm flat over his chest, "I wanna know what makes you laugh, what makes you happy, what makes you cry, y'know?"

"You do most of those things," he looked up at you solemnly and wholeheartedly. "I mean it," he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, massaging your skin gently, "Like I know it's cliche and everything but... You've really grounded me, ever since we met. Yes, I agree the sex we have is amazing, but I just... The Peter there was before, I don't want to be that version of me anymore because the person I am now is so much better. I'm not miserable anymore, I feel like.. Like you've like, given me a purpose."

The room fell silent for a moment as you stared at one another. Everything in sight fell out of focus as you sat there, swallowed into the bubble that formed around you and everything in the world fell silent. You just sat there, looking, feeling, breathing against one another in the quiet. Something that seemed so simple and yet was so special. This was a moment that would make a core memory and you knew you'd never forget that. Everything was laid out on the table right now, feelings, thoughts, emotions, everything. There were no boundaries, there were no rules, and nothing was stopping either of you from pouring out your deepest and darkest secrets, because here at the moment you felt completely free. Vulnerability left you feeling naked, as you had been before when you shared no feeling of shame or regret the first time you had stripped in front of Peter, and neither had he for you. It was as though maybe, just maybe, the two of you ended up neighbours for a reason.

You'd grown closer over the minutes that passed. Peter remained unfazed at your inability to find the words to reply because to you it seemed that no sentence, not even a word could compare to what he had just lulled to you. Instead, he'd found the time to lean in softly and brush his lips against your own, asking in the unspoken language that you often spoke in moments like these to let him in, and you didn't fight his request. He kissed you softly and slowly, pulling your seated hand up to the warmer skin that sat on his neck, clasping your fingers around the back like a hook.

His lips moved swiftly as you became engulfed in his scent that waved past your nose like bloodhounds on a track. For a moment you just sat there together, timingly pressing your lips against one another over and over again until his hands were on your hips, pulling you down with him as you collapsed into bed. Some moments passed as you began to tear away the shields of clothing that Peter had drifted between the need and desire that coursed through his veins when he thought about what was to come, he wanted nothing more than to break the seal of loving, romantic tension that had built up between you and let you absolutely ravish him. But then, the feeling that was to come back around, as you kissed him tenderly instead of rushing for the sense of pleasure, that he realized he could enjoy this just as much.

As each of your clothes had been discarded to the floor, you had dragged Peter along with you under the softness of the quilt, feeling the chill that hid beneath sink into your skin. Your nipples perked at the feeling of the chill that ran down your spine and it surely did not go unnoticed. Peter had been quick to slide over you, shifting the quilt to keep you warm as he hovered above you, bringing his knee up towards you gently to part the seal between your legs, his knee working its way between your folds and bumping gently against your clit. He was soft and pulled back a little as you winced at the sensation, but returned upon request when the gentle whimper that escaped from your lips met his ears.

Your arms snaked around his waist like vines tangling themselves around helpless tree branches and pulled his chest down to meet your own. You clasped your lips together once more, tangling your fingers in his soft brown curls. Peter had a scent that drove you crazy and it wasn't long before there was a pool of sticky liquid gathering on the base of Peter's knee cap, which for a while he chose to ignore and proceeded with the gentle circling motion that was slowly driving you completely insane. You were enjoying the slow side of this, but you wanted him inside you, now.

"Mph- Pete?" you pulled away for a brief second but before you could pass another word Peter had dived back down for another kiss. You let it slide, a small smile growing on your lips between the heated kisses as you began to feel the desperation in him grow. The arms that had once been wrapped around his waist travelled up towards his shoulders, giving him a gentle push of release as you titled your head upwards a little, "Peter, condom?"

"Oh, yeah," he licked his lips before kissing your cheek, then your jaw, down towards your ear, then your ear lobe, then the underside of your jaw, "Peter?"

He whined softly at your words, bumping his aching cock against your soaking folds, "in a minute," he whispered as he continued working his gentle, and dampening kisses, down the length of your neck. You giggled, impressed with the way he could surpass your desire to punish him on the spot. Swinging your leg upright, you wrapped yourself around him, rolling over and seating yourself in his lap. Peter gasped in sudden panic as your hot, soaking pussy pressed against his cock that was now pulsing with desperation.

"Y/N this started out really nice but I need to fuck you, now."

The look he gave you sent shivers down your spine. His pupils were blown wide and there was a slight sweat beginning to glaze over his brows, this wasn't the innocent little Peter you knew... So you needed to remind him just where his place was.

You sat there for a brief second in silence, listening to him pant restlessly and try his hardest to rut himself up against your heat, just to get a taste of your innards, but you gave him no leverage. Taking your fingers, you danced them to light up the length of his chest. He swallowed harshly, eyes darting down to watch them. You placed your free hand palm down on the pillow beside his head before wrapping your fingers delicately around his throat.

"What did you say to me?"

He swallowed again, panting helplessly as his hips jutted beneath you. You choked him lightly as an act of intimidation, but this was only turning him on more.

"I- I..." Peter chose his words wisely because this could go one of two ways. He could be cocky, which was what he really wanted to do, and repeat what he had said before. Or he could be the good boy you wanted him to be, the good boy he knew he wanted to be too because god you were sexy when you were in control, and be submissive. But which one did he choose?

"I'm sorry, miss."

"That's my good boy," you leaned down, intending to plant a kiss on his lips, but instead stopped at the brim of his nose, "now tell me where the condoms are."

"M-My bag, on the floor," he choked out.

"Thank you," you responded quickly, taking no time in dawdling as you leapt off of his lap and into the floor, listening to Peter whine in response. You grasped the bag by the handle and planted it on the bed beside him, opening the zipper tantalizingly slow, locking eyes with him as you did so.

"Y/NNNN!" He whined aloud, visibly beginning to shake with pure lust.

"You better keep that pretty mouth shut," you demanded, "or you're in for a long night of pure torture." It wasn't an empty threat, and Peter knew that. He had dreamed of what you could be capable of, but right now he needed you, and he didn't intend to find out just yet. You tipped the seal of the bag over on itself and glanced down. Your eyes were met with the infamous red and blue of his Spider-Man suit.

"I didn't know you brought this," you wrapped your fingers around the material and lightly lifted it out of the bag. It fell out into shape perfectly as you looked over at Peter.

"Put it on," Peter spoke clearly this time, hands clasping the bed sheets in pure agony, knowing full well he wasn't about to touch himself and be punished for the rest of eternity.

"What?"

"Please... Put it on..."

You pondered on the thought for a moment, debating whether or not Peter was actually being serious. The look that he gave you submitted some kind of answer. You looked down at the suit in your hands before looking back at Peter.

"Beg."

"W-What?"

"You heard me. Fucking beg for it."

Everything was off the table now and the table had been flipped over, tossed into the corner for no better use than wasted space. Right now you were tied in heat and Peter was going to do everything you asked because he knew, he'd always known that he belonged to you.

"P-please miss, please Y/N please put it on,"

"Harder."

"Please Y/N I'm begging you please put on the suit, fuck- you'd look s-so fucking hot,"

"Harder."

"Y/N please I'm fucking beginning you put it on so I can fuck you so fucking hard all you can say is my name, let me pleasure you, Y/N please,"

"That's not my name."

"Fuck- miss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Good boy."

"Fuck," Peter moaned softly, slipping from the back of his throat and it rang through your ears like a symphony. You did as Peter had asked and stepped into the suit, dragging the oversized material up and over your shoulders, feeling the Lycra brushing against your tense nipples abruptly making you shudder. The suit hung off of your body like dripping paint, it was far too big for you.

"This doesn't fit-"

"Press the button, I-In the middle," Peter jumped in.

You looked down towards the black spider symbol seated in the middle of the suit and looked at Peter in confusion. You stretched the material a little to get a clear shot before pressing the button. The suit wrapped around you in a sudden rush, feeling all of your curves return to display. Peter looked over your body in agony, feeling saliva pooling on the base of his tongue as he lay there helpless.

"Fuck this," he groaned, pressing his head back against the pillow and lifting himself. Before you could protest and tell him to sit his ass back down, you watched him grab a condom from the bag before he was all over you like a disease, pushing your body flush against the wall at the end of the bed. You wanted to resist, you wanted to slap him so hard it left a bruise and punish him until the sun came up, but the way his cock was rutting against you right now you couldn't find the strength to stand.

His hands wrapped around your thighs as if they were toothpicks, tangling them around his waist in a flash. Sometimes you forgot just how strong Peter was, and he was more than capable of holding you up against the wall. His lips were on yours in record timing, desperate to taste you again and the minute you were sinking deeper under his spell you felt the material of the suit being torn apart between your legs.

"Peter-"

"Yeah?"

He looked at you head on for a moment, your breaths colliding creating a strong heat that brushed over both your cheeks.

"Fuck me until I forget my name."

"Yes, miss."

Peter dropped his grasp on your legs for a moment as he grasped the condom between his teeth and fingers, tearing open the seal to reveal the rubber inside. He pulled it out, discarding the wrapping to the floor before placing it against his tip, the sudden cold making him wince as he rolled the silicone down over his swelled cock, breath hitching as it snapped against his base.

You grasped his chin suddenly, forcing him to look at you.

"Look at me," you demanded. Peter fought the urge to almost laugh at the situation at hand; here he was with you pinned against the wall, his cock centred at your entrance ready to fuck you until the day's death and yet, you still had all the control. He nodded at your demand, swallowing as he felt your hand wrap around his cock giving a gentle but reassuring squeeze. Your eyes locked onto his lips as his jaw fell slack. You pulled him forward slightly, feet shuffling along the floor as you began pushing his swollen tip through your folds and between your hot walls.

His hands slammed against the wall behind you as your fingers tightened around his chin. You couldn't lie, Peter was perhaps the biggest you'd ever taken and it was almost painful enduring the way he stretched out your walls. He was much longer than he was thick, but even so, he had a great girth that you had to bite your lip to get through as he began delving further and further inside you. Peter was a helpless mess by the times your hips met, siring on the verge of cumming at just how tight you were as he rest his head against your shoulder.

"Peter, are you okay?" you asked gently as you listened to his helpless pants that fanned out over your collar, so hot they sank deep through the material of the suit and heated up your skin until it felt as though it were burning. He ceased to answer for a moment, feeling his knees beginning to buckle beneath him. He couldn't give out now, he had to do as he had promised.

"Peter?"

Peter's hands slid down the wall slightly as the sweat on his palms began to grow. You winced slightly as his cock pulsed inside you, his nose bumping gently against your neck. The comforting feeling of his soft lips pressing against your skin calmed your racing heart, only for it to be sent straight back to the track as he slid out of you slowly before thrusting back in with a force.

Your nails dug into the skin of his back at the sudden sensation causing Peter to wince, but it only drove him on. Soon the room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin as he pounded into you mercilessly. Your back hit the wall with a force as you felt his tip riding up into your stomach causing obscene sounds to call from your throat, and it only drove Peter further into oblivion. You could feel the heat rising, the skin on his back beginning to clam with a thickening sweat, but he never ceased a movement.

"Fuck Y/N, fuck- fuck- fuck-" he whined each time his hips cascaded against one another, "you're so fucking tight, fuck, so fucking wet-"

"Fuck, Peter," you groaned as he delved closer, lifting your back away from the wall and seating you down on the ledge of the nearby desk. You planted your hands flat against the surface, leaning back slightly feeling the material of the suit only rip further, exposing the skin of your thighs. Peter dipped his head, partially in pure shame as he continued railing his cock into you. There was no hiding anymore, no shielding away from what he was doing to you. One single touch from you in the right places and he was like putty in your hands, and yet became some kind of desperate sex-craved animal at the same time, helplessly chasing after the high of his orgasm.

You watched in the dim lighting that came from the landing light the way his muscles tightened and pulsed with every thrust, the way he whined every time his cock slipped out from the depths of your heat, rushing to slide back in and feel the heavenly waves wash over him once again. Slowly but carefully, you picked up your hand from your side and caressed your fingers gently across Peter's chin, lifting his head to look at you, and what a sight he was; his curls strung against his forehead, tied down with sweat, his cheeks where flushed a dark crimson, eyes hooded over with exhaustion and lust, lips slightly parted to make way for the desperate breaths and his eyebrows casually tightening and loosened every now and again when a certain thrust hit just the right spot. He could feel the way your juices were beginning to leak down your thighs, dripping onto the table causing your cheeks to slide forward each time he rammed into you.

"Look at you," you teased, tracing the palm of your thumb over his bottom lip, gently pushing on the soft skin, "so fucked out," you pushed a little harder as your words brought out raving goosebumps all over his skin. You continued perusing the action until your thumb was seated snug on his tongue, your fingers wrapped securely around his jaw, "you like it when I tell you how fucked out you look right now?"

He nodded softly, sucking hard on your thumb as his thrusts began to flow at a slower pace, instead of thrusting head-on, he was now smoothly rolling his hips against your core, back arching and hands bracing against the desktop. Your jaw fell slack lightly at the new feeling of pleasure, "why don't you let me in a few secrets, huh Peter?" you asked nonchalantly without breaking a single breath. Peter was impressed at how well you could take him, but it almost made him feel like he wasn't fucking you hard enough.

"S-secrets?" he quizzed.

"Tell me all the things you've been thinking about, tell me exactly what you want to do to me, baby."

God that word, that single word had his knees shaking all over again.

"I-I don't want to do them to you," he answered honestly, leaving you puzzled for a brief moment, "I want you... To do them to me."

"I see," you smirked devilishly, pushing yourself forward to slide down the desk, his cock riding deep into your core as you sat flush against him. Peter groaned suddenly, panting against your lips. You slid your hand around the back of his neck, wrapping your fingers in his hair once again, "tell me."

"I want- I want you to use a cock ring on me."

"Mhm," you nodded, rolling your hips against him and watching in awe as his eyes rolled back behind his lids.

"Fuck- Y/N that's not fair!" he whined helplessly.

You tugged tighter on his strands, arching his head back a little to expose his bare throat, which only tore another moan from the depths of his chest. "Go on, continue."

"I want you to... fuck..."

"Don't fucking stop," you demanded as his words simmered out into shallow breaths as you continued rocking your hips in a circular motion, slightly restricted in the seated position but it seemed to be working wonders on Peter.

"Want you to edge me... All night..."

"Yes?"

"T-Till I cum all over you... W-Wanna cover you in cum..."

"That's my good boy." You could sense the exhaustion beginning to take over his body as he restlessly rutted his hips deep into your core, his right hand desperately kneading at the skin of your thigh in a silent prayer for release. His eyes were sealed shut now, still panting, but at a much calmer tone, the animal inside him had fallen asleep and had left him in a wet, sticky mess.

You leaned forward slowly, bringing your warm lips to his ear, "why don't you be a good boy and fill me up now, hm?"

"Fuck..." he whispered, picking you up in a sudden motion and spinning you around to slam you down on the bed, running his hot fingers up the course of your arms before locking your hands in his above your head. From there he once again began pounding into you without mercy, showing no signs of stopping until he was whining, listening to you egg him on over and over again leaving him with no escape as he felt his orgasm gaining on him.

"Y/N- Y/N cum with me."

"You close, prince?"

"Fuck, say that again, call me that again, please."

"What? Prince?"

"Yes, fuck, again."

"You like it when I call you my desperate, needy, helpless little prince?"

"FUCK!" Peter let go of your hands in a sudden rush to pull you close, pressing his hips against you as he groaned in agony. His body pressed against your clit just right as he rutted against you as he came, sending shock waves through your body.

"Fuck- fuck- Y/N what are you doing?!" he gasped suddenly as your pussy clenched around him. He looked up at you suddenly, hearing your heart racing in your chest and the breathless moan that left your lips followed by the sudden warmth pouring out over his cock made him shudder. He pulled you closer once more, feeling the wave rising over him all over again, his teeth clenching into his bottom lip stopping the blood flow completely.

"Fuck- Y/N don't stop!"

"Don't stop what, prince?"

"Whatever the fuck you're doing right now," he groaned as he rutted his hips into your core.

"Peter, I'm sensitive, be gentle," you sat up a little, placing one hand on his shoulder for reassurance, not entirely sure what was happening right now.

"Please, I'm begging you- d-don't move."

"Peter are you alright? Whoa- fuck-" you groaned as he began sliding in and out once again at relentless speeds, his face torn in pure torture as he clung onto your body as though it was supplying the oxygen in his lungs.

"G'na cum again, fuck, fuck!" he whimpered, and it wasn't a pleasured whimper, it was a whimper of pure agony. His hips stilled against you as he rutted in once more, delving as deep as he could possibly venture, holding onto you tightly.

There was silence for a moment, despite the aggressive panting as Peter half stood half leaned before you. You rubbed his shoulder gently, sliding one hand down between your bodies to keep the condom in place as you gently backed far enough away to slip his cock out of your heat. As Peter felt the release, he allowed his weight to drop to the floor, landing rather harshly on his knees and collapsing his upper half onto the softness of the mattress, his cock falling limp between his legs.

"Peter, are you alright?" you slid down and off the bed, moving the damp curls away from his eyes. He nodded gently, barely moving his head at all. His body temperature was souring as you placed the back of your hand against his forehead. You could see the sweat glistening on his back as he sat there practically breathless. "Baby, talk to me," you ushered closer, moving his hair slick back over the crown of his head. His eyes lulled open for a brief second as he closed his lips to swallow, "I'm okay, I promise."

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

The suit Peter had once worn so proudly had now be quite literally torn and discarded to the bedroom floor where you hoped one day it may be repaired ready to be worn once again.

You managed to coax Peter across the hall and into the bathroom where you cleaned him up as well as yourself. There were few words shared between you, but many bittersweet kisses. Peter couldn't get enough, he was so morally addicted to being around you now. He clung to your side with every move you made and held your hand as tight as he could when you led him back to the bedroom.

"So much for that hot chocolate," he rasped through a sore throat as you tucked him under the quilt, gently moving loose curls away from his brow to see the fullness of his hazel brown eyes.

"Yeah," you giggled, "you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure," he nodded, "that's just what you to do me."

"And what is that?" you smiled a little, albeit a little confused.

"You make me weak."

You chuckled softly, leaning down and kissing his forehead, "I can do a lot more than that, trust me."

"Oh I do," he giggled, biting his lower lip, "hey, what's my name?"

"Hm?"

"What's my name?"

"Your name's Peter, right?"

"Damn."

"What?"

"Obviously didn't fuck you hard enough, did I?"

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Sorry this one took so long to come out! Got a lot planned for this book, hope you're all enjoying so far! LOVE YA'LL - also that gif of Tom, I'm sweating.