warnings: unintentional voyeurism
the thing is Peter is such a sweetheart in front of everyone else, and it drives Harley fucking insane.
Peter Parker is a fucking brat, there is no doubt in Harley’s mind about it. Parker is so well behaved around Tony and the team, small smiles and blushing cheeks, soft sweaters and untied shoelaces, sirs and ma’ams ending every sentence. Peter has them all believing he’s this soft thing that needs protecting
Harley sees right through it. Not at first, it definitely took some time. He had coddled Peter too, had been so sweet on him it was cavity-inducing. He hadn’t actually noticed until he got Peter on his cock.
Peter was pushy and whiney, pouting until he got what he want. He was a minx, pursing his lips when he wanted to get fuck, no matter where they were. Giving Harley puppy dog eyes while he traced the button on Harley’s jeans.
It didn’t stop there. Even when he was getting fucked, he was a needy bitch about it. He could never let Harley control the pace.
“Is that, uh, all you got, Keener?” Peter would hiss, hips jutting up. “Thought you said you were gonna fuck me?”
Harley could only sneer, muttering about mouthy bottoms as he sped up his thrusts.
Still though, even moments after Harley fucked Peter against the bathroom sink, Peter taunting him about needing someone who could fuck him hard -Harley had hooked a finger in the other’s mouth, watching Pete drool in the mirror as Harley pounded him, he was back to batting his eyelashes and calling Tony “Mr Stark” as they tinkered in the lab.
So Harley decided to do something about it.
Harley and Peter had been watching tv in the communal living room, Peter basically in Harleys lap. It had started of slow, soft kisses and Harley’s hand sliding into Peter’s shorts.
It ended with Peter riding him, Harley’s cock just pulled out of his pants so Peter could take what he needed. Peter wasn’t holding back, switching between high pitched whines and curses as he told Harley to fuck him like he meant it.
That’s when Tony, Steve, and Sam walked in. Harley had known they were coming at some point, and had draped a blanket over their more intimate parts to save Pete some of the embarrassment, and Peter’s spidey senses must have been drowned out by their fucking because he was still goading Harley.
“C’mon Harls, need to you fuck me. Wanna feel it tonight on patrol, want it to, ah, hurt. Please.” Peter whined against Harley’s throat. Harley supposed that was enough the ruin the image of Sweetheart Peter Parker by the way the hero’s mouths fell open across the room, not even twitching from the shock. Except Harley isn’t one to deny his boy, smirking at them before roughly pushing Peter on his back to give the brunette exactly what he wanted.
He had asked so nicely for it after all.
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