my boy
peter prior x reader
note: as you will notice it's my first ever attempt at writing anything in my life so sorry in advance (english is not my first language) + i just poured it all in one sitting while listening to babygirl soundtrack so it’s not proofread sorry
peter would definitely be a type of guy who doesn't require anything specific in bed but then when you raise the topic of kinks he kind of stiffens and you just know there is something. so when you finally get him comfortable enough to open up about it, it seems like even he doesn't know how to put it into words. it's not something that he has thought a lot about in the past. but he feels like he wants something. something he can't say out loud or even image. so you both decide to start experimenting.
it was trial and error at first but one night while both of you were getting ready for bed and you were leaving the bathroom you saw peter sitting on the bed checking his phone. the light of his screen made the bruise on his cheek even more prominent. you were so pissed off about it the day before that peter had to physically stop you from going to his father's house to tell that abusive scumbag everything you think about him.
you came up to him 'does it still hurt?' your hands involuntarily went to caress his cheek.
peter raised his head so that his eyes could meet yours, jaw tight, 'it's okay’ his face lit up as if remembering something, 'actually liz slapped him pretty good on the ice rink today. it happened so quickly- all i could think about was how much you would have loved to see that', he said with a small chuckle.
'good' you nodded, your other hand going into his hair. 'that's what you get after touching my boy' you whispered, lowering your face, with fingers tugging on his hair gently.
the comment was said half jokingly but you saw the way his breath hitched, eyes wide open.
'is everything okay?' you hands immediately froze. 'did i say something?' gently sitting down onto the bed you turned your face to him, trying to catch his gaze.
'yes. uhmm. no, everything's good' his face became relaxed but his hands kept grasping the edge of the bed as if he was unsure whether he wanted to stand up or stay.
'i'm sorry i didn't mean it to sound so weird' you said while his eyes were still averted. something in his expression seemed off. as if... embarrassed?
his eyes finally met yours. 'can you say it again?' eyebrows narrowed.
you were taken aback. 'say what baby? "i'm sorry?"' now the confusion on your face was matching his.
'no, no, the way you-' his body was rocking a little, hands still holding the edge of the bed 'the way you called me?'
you bit you lip, just looking at him for a second. a small smile was spreading on your lips. your hand went back to his cheek 'do you like being called that? my boy?'
peter took a sharp breath, nodding nervously, eyes darting from your face and down, hiding.
'hey' you took his head into both of your hands, making him look at look. you've never felt so much love towards one person. 'it's okay' you nodded your head 'it's okay just- i need you to speak up. is this what you like? i need to hear you say it'
'y-yes' was the only response out of him at that point.
'so nervous' you smiled, trying not to look too pleased with him and yourself. finally the mystery is unfolding. at that he nervously chuckled himself.
you came close to his ear again. 'maybe if you stop being so tense i will even call you a good boy' and with this the shock came right back into his expression, making you laugh.
going in for a kiss you could only think about how young the night was. who knows what you'd discover next.
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