My room was smoked out, my window was open and I held the pipe in my hand and my purple lighter in the other. Today had been a shit day, my father went on one of his rampages again and beat the fuck out of my mother, and then when I tried to intervene, he pushed me back and cornered me into the wall, and grabbed my hair pulling my head down screaming at me, he even pulled some of my hair out. He pushed me down and kicked my stomach and went back to my mom. I ran up to my room and locked the door and cried, now here I am two hours mascara and tears stained my red cheeks.
At this point I was to tired to care. I just kept on smoking the rest of the bowl. I held the fire to the buds, covering the hole as I breathed in the smoke. I finished the third bowl, and set it down on the table next to me. I pulled the hood up on my hoodie and laid down, I held the pillow close to me, as if it was another person. My head hurt, it wouldn't stop throbbing, that's when I felt my bed dip and I looked to the foot of my bed seeing Peter. He crawled up and laid next to me. "Tell me what happened Y/n/n, you smoke when something's wrong." I moved the pillow and moved as close as I could to him, my arms wrapped him. "He did it again'' I muttered and he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm so sorry"he pulled the hood down and looked at my head. It was matted in the spot that he grabbed. He could clearly she the bruise forming from how rough it was. "Y/n... how much longer are you going to let him keep doing this to you?" He asked and I shrugged. My body a full buzzy feeling to it, everything felt calm and quiet. We could hear each other's heart beat. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. I'd known this boy since freshman year, never once did it feel like this. How this moment felt right now, I pushed my lips to his and it felt right, like everything that has happened just lead up to this perfect moment. It felt like my heart was going to burst, he kissed back after a moment. It was slow and soft, he held me in his arms like I was glass. He pulled me closer to him and I straddle him, he sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist.
It was warm, Peter and I have had so much pain in our lives, it was like everything was cold before this, he's hands grazed my skin from where my hoodie was scrunched up. I moved my hands from his face and lifted the hoodie from my body braking the kiss, leaving me in shorts and a sports bra. His eyes trailed the reveled skin and over my f/c sports bra. I wanted to go all the way with him, I trusted Peter more than anyone in my life. "I've never gone further that this..." I said very quietly. He nodded "I want to do it with you, have you done... that?" He shook his head. "Do you want to do it with me? If you don't that's ok" he nodded "I'll do it with you, that would be perfect." I kissed him again, and let my hands tangle ino his hair, everything was so surreal. The way he felt as he gripped my hips so mean, he was tense too. He brought one of his down to my shorts, skimming his finger tips over the band of my shorts. He dipped his fingers into them and felt me through my panties. He pushed them to side and brought a finger through my folds, up to the nub, slowly circling it. "Fuck" I muttered, and grinded down to his hand. "Im gonna put some fingers in you, okay? Stretch you?" I nodded "please Peter" I muttered and brought my lips to his neck, kissing and sucking on it leave some light hickeys, an large dark one in plain sight. I felt him press a finger into me making jolt a little bit. He started a slow rythm, and then pressed another, there was very slight pain. "Hows that honey? You like my fingers in your tight little cunt?" He was trying to use dirty and dear God was it doing some things to me. "Yes Pete, I love it" I said softly, my legs were shacking as I sat fully on him his finger sinking deep in me. He kept pushing them in and out of me, he added a third and it hurt. He brought his lips to my neck littering light kisses along my collar bone and back up to my jaw line to help distract me from the pain. "Peter please" I moved my hands down to his Jean's, unbuckling his belt. I could feel how hard he was through his Jean's and I knew this boy would ruin me for anyone else. He brought his fingers from me and whined at the lose of contact. He slid his Jean's off, there was a large tent in his boxers. He helped me take off my shorts, my panties along with them. I put my hand down his boxers grippingbhis cock softly and pulling it from his boxers. He was thick and long a jesus christ, his dick could have been on pornhub. "If it's to much we dont have to" he said and I shook my head. "No I wants this Peter, so fucking much" I whined at the end. He cupped my check and brought his lips to mine. I slowly started to stroke his cock making him whimper and moan. "Fuck, faster please." I quicker my pace with my hand and spit on it a little bit from what I saw in porn. "My god..." he muttered watching me. A few more strokes and I looked up at him, I looked at him as I gripped his cock and brought it close to my cunt, his tip pressed against my entrance. I slowly started to take his cock in me, dear god did it hurt. Tears weld in my eyes the further I sunk until his cock was fully buried in me. Tears dropped down my cheek and brought his thumb up, wiping them off. "Its ok, it'll go away in a minute" he said quietly groaning. He kissed my lips lightly, he had one arm around my waist the the other cupping my cheek as he kissed me. I started to slowly grind back and forth, "such a tight cunt, can believe we're doing this." He muttered, he trusted in and out with me, slowly speeding up until he was at an even pace, fucking me so deep. So good. "Fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm so close" I muttered and speed up, fucking up into me harder. "Go ahead, cum for me honey" he groaned, after a few more thrust and on the last one he hit a particular spot that pushed me off the edge. My nails raked up his back as euphoria flowed through my body. I felt his cock pulse inside me and shoot cum into me.
After a few more thrusts I had to tell him to stop. "I'm too sensitive" I whined. I quickly crawled off him and laid down next to him. My head hitting the cool pillow. "That was amazing" I muttered. "Yeah it was, I hope I'm not reading this wrong but does this mean were together or-?" He started rambling after that. "Do you want to be y'know... together? The last person I dated was in 7th grade and it was only for two weeks." He looked over at me nodded. "Yah I've liked you for a while" he said quietly. "Ok, let's do it. Peter Benjamin Parker, will you be my boyfriend?"
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