smut. man, what did you expect?

plotline: the guardians picked you up from an abandoned, destroyed planet about a year ago. you've been incorporated into the crew now. you and quill have always had a soft spot and enmity for each other. one day, the Guardians drove you both over the edge.

song of the chapter: all star by smash mouth (l m a O)

this is actual smut soOOO don't judge me at all

smitheryees

pls don't judge me ;-;

Y/N's POV

I sighed as I walked into the main cockpit area of the ship. Gamora was chilling in her seat, tossing some yaro root into her mouth while Baby Groot hung out on her shoulder, catching any spare pieces that flew his way. And, occasionally snatching a piece out of the way of her mouth.

Rocket was tinkering with the controls to Drax's seat, where he snored very loudly for the entire ship to hear. I really did not want to know what he was planning. I noticed Peter looking off into the distance of the galaxy in the enormous window of the ship.

I sat down in the empty co-captain's chair beside him, looking at him as his eyes glazed over, showing the reflection of the beautiful maroon and azure landscape before us. His wavy brown hair hung over his forehead, his teal eyes glassy with a few tears.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, watching as he seemed to snap out of it and come back to us. "Huh-? Oh! Hey, Y/N! Uh...how much of that did you see?" I sighed and shook my head. "Not much of it, Quill. What were you thinking about?"

He sighed, and shot me a glare. "Nothing much. I was just thinking about my dad. And you know, personal stuff that you don't need to know about." I sighed, my eyes hardening. "Just because we're not the best of friends doesn't mean you have to be such a pain in the ass about it."

I could see Gamora shifting in her chair to face us, her face falling when she noticed us fighting...again. We were close friends, and she had told me multiple times that she wished Peter and I would get together.

Peter rolled his eyes at me, walking over to the cabins' side of the ship. "I'm not being the pain in the ass over here! You had to come up to me!" I snarled at him from my spot, picking up my discarded knife on the table beside me and standing up quickly, facing him, while Baby Groot climbed behind Gamora safely.

I felt a bit guilty about that, but I was too pissed off to stop. Rocket quickly moved back, laughing while we were both fighting. "Ah, this is awesome! I've been waiting for you two to fight again!" I turned my knife on him, growling.

"Shut your damn mouth, trash panda." Rocket just smirked and turned away, while I stalked after Peter, failing to hear the light footfalls of Gamora and Rocket following us, with Baby Groot tagging along.

I caught up with Quill outside of his room, and I shoved him up against the door with a knee to his stomach, shoving my knife in his face. He groaned in pain, and I snarled at him. "Who's being the asshole, Quill? I was just trying to ask if you were fine." Peter met my eyes, and I saw a genuine guilt in his eyes, but it was quickly swallowed up by his anger.

"Shut up, y/n! I don't hate you, but you're hard not to be annoyed by! You're just..." He never really got to finish that sentence, as a small hand (it belonged to either Groot or Rocket, I couldn't tell who) reached out and turned the doorknob, opening inwards and spilling both me and Peter into his quarters.

I leapt up first, turning around to try and leave before the door swung shut, and i could hear the sound of the door locking. I tried the handle in vain, but I heard Rocket's annoying laughter on the other side. "We're not opening the door until you guys do something other than fight!"

I dusted off my leggings and shirt, and fixed my leather jacket before hesitating, and then I offered Quill a hand up, as he was leaning against the wall. He looked at it for a few seconds, and then grabbed it, getting up. But he pulled on my hand, and I fell on top of him, and I yelped as I fell, right on top of Peter.

We were now against the wall, me on top of Peter as I fell onto him. I pecked his lips with my own on accident, and my eyes widened as I pulled back, embarrassed. I braced my hands on his chest as I pushed myself upwards, staring into his eyes at the same time he did.

I barely had a second to breathe, before I felt a pair of strong hands on my back pushing me closer to Peter, and my lips met his once again. This time, on purpose.

I gasped as Peter kissed me, sending a warmth through my body, and I fisted my hands into his curly brown hair, tangling them into the roots. I deepened it by wrapping my legs around his waist, and I was hoisted up by him, Peter's hands digging into my thighs and carrying me to his bed.

Peter laid me down on the bed gently, crawling on top of me after he tossed his jacket aside lightly. I pulled off my leather jacket, placing it beside the bed as he crawled between my legs, his hands running up my legs and settling on my hips. I locked my legs around his hips and I leaned upwards, meeting his lips in a sweet kiss. 

Peter deepened it, showering nothing but passion and want into the kiss. I  dragged my hands down his back, drawing little circles across it as Peter broke away from the kiss. He gently dragged the top of my shirt off, and I willingly raised my arms, letting him peel my shirt off. Peter pulled his own shirt off, leaving me to gape at his beautifully formed body, and the scars he had littered over it. 

I could tell he was nervous and shy about them, but I quickly stopped his questioning glance by leaning forward and pressing a feather-light kiss to one of them on his stomach, and Peter let out a contented sigh. He pulled me away, and instead swapped places with me, leaving a trail of kisses down my torso and between my breasts. 

He left a couple of hickies on my stomach, and he slipped lower, effortlessly sliding my leggings off and digging his fingers into my thighs hard enough to leave bruises.  I locked my legs around his neck as he carefully pulled my panties down on my legs, and kissed my heat, causing me to blush in five shades of pink.

I felt him slip his tongue in without warning, and I arched my back off of the bed, clawing my hands at the sheets at Peter explored my heat, and my moans filled Peter's small quarters. I sincerely hoped that the crew wasn't outside the doors. 

My legs locked around his neck securely, I left rips in the sheets, gasping heavily. He pulled back after two minutes, and I exhaled, only having a one-minute break however, as Peter roughly kissed me and inserted a finger inside of me. I moaned into Peter's mouth as he pressed his body against mine and wrapped his arm around the two of us. 

i physically can't write anymore rn i'm falling the fuck asleep every two seconds

i'll publish it for now and i'll edit it tomorrow

i'm going to rest now b y e

~lily