game on! ꒱ peter maximoff x gf!reader ⁞⁞ 18+ ; mdni
↳ sex bets, bjs, banter, little bit of hair-pulling ⁞⁞ wc: 0.5k ⁞⁞ a/n: reqs open for a bit!
okay. fine. so you were skeptical. if anything, your cynicism was indicative of how well you knew him, which was a nice way to spin it. and peter was kind of a slut. especially when it came to you.
so signs certainly weren’t pointing in his direction. in fact, the bet was so unfavorable to him that you could barely believe he’d been the one to make it.
“if you can make me cum before i beat a level, i’ll do the dishes all month,” he’d said some twenty minutes earlier, apropos of literally nothing, turning over his shoulder from where he sat at the foot of the bed.
now, though, he was singing a different tune. he had one hand fisted in your hair, one gripping the controller equally as tight. the game’s background music and soundtrack were interspersed by peter’s choked little grunts and gasps. “mm,” he grit out. “hah. this is—fuck—really easy, baby, you should—ah!”
you hummed around him, giving his ass a squeeze. his legs closed around your head, thighs pressing you even further down on his cock. your eyelashes caught in his pubic hair when they fluttered closed. you gagged intentionally and drew back, spitting the accumulated saliva onto his dick before resuming your task with exponential vigor. you didn’t want to wash the fucking dishes.
he shuddered and cleared his throat, muttering something about ‘sniping the fucking guy,’ even as his grip on your hair tightened and his hips jerked forward slightly, clearly resisting the urge to drop the controller and fuck into your mouth. he wasn’t slick.
on your next pullback, you glanced up at him through your lashes. his face was flushed, his jaw set, his eyes locked on the screen in front of him. “easy?” you taunted, not giving any time to respond before diving back in.
“yeah. shit, this is…fucking easy, m’ clearing them all out…” he said, voice shaking. his hips jittered again and you felt the muscles in his thighs contract. “are you even doing anyth—ohholyfuckbabe—”
you grin, laving your tongue up the length of him and then sucking hard. behind you, the controller clatters to the hardwood floor and another hand grips your hair. fuck yeah. winner.
his quips quickly dissolve into nonsensical gasps as he hooks his legs over your shoulders and begins face-fucking you in earnest. if not for his heavy thighs keeping you in place, you’d be multiple feet across the room, probably embedded in the screen now displaying red GAME OVER text. what can you say? peter’s got one hell of a thrust.
his cock fills your mouth, warm and a little salty; mostly just tasting like skin and peter. it’s heavy on your tongue, but you can breathe ever-so-slightly easier when he cums, spilling down your throat. dutifully, you swallow, mostly because you don’t feel like dealing with the mess that’d happen if you didn’t, then sit back on your knees and rest your head against his thigh.
his grip on your hair eases and his posture goes lax as his breathing evens out. he glances down at you, hazy-eyed and pink-cheeked, looking a little sheepish. one of his hands pets your hair, the other moving to the back of his neck where he rubs nervously. “...best out of three?”
"Aaron Taylor Johnson's Quicksilver is for straight people!!" this, "Evan Peter's Quicksilver is for queer people!!" that. Have you failed to consider I play for both teams...
HOT LIKE NIRVANA
pairing: peter maximoff x fem!reader
content & warnings: +18 mdni — smut. porn without plot. fingering. incorrect use of powers (it's peter, nothing new from the human vibrator). a little of dry humping? estab. relationship (dating). older!peter mention (despite deadpool's timeline being confuse, in the photo that's canonically peter when older, basically in his late twenties/early thirties). include subtle headcanon of peter speaking russian when aroused. • english is not my 1st language.
word count: 1.2k
lia's notes.ᐟ i found this losted on my tumblr drafts and decided to force myself to finally finish it, it's been a while since i writed smut or anything and i'm getting my writing routine back after a long break bc of my mental health... i hope i did peter justice!! please be kind to me. 🥺
( QUICKSILVER MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION )
peter was invited to a reunion with all his old x-men team in the xavier school, so he decided to appear with a new look. catching you by surprise when you woke up and saw him already up, at the other side of the bed with this new haircut and wearing one of the nirvana t-shirts that you gifted him as a birthday present some time ago.
maybe it was the summer or your period coming, or... the usual spice your relationship always had, but you got so hot and affected by how he looked. for you, this outfit would be so simple on any other man, but this isn't any man, that's peter we're talking about. your peter, your man, and as he loved to say, he was a hot mess and you couldn't agree more. so no, it wasn't such simple thing at all.
honestly, you didn't needed that much to be turned on by peter. he needed to give himself more grace on the fact he was very attractive, peter could be full of himself sometimes and feel more confident than when he was younger, but always snorted when anyone said how easy it was for him to look handsome, the doubts still deep on his mind. peter didn't felt so sure about the attractiveness part, but he was 100% sure he was a very passionate man with a good set of skills for when it comes to sex and pleasuring you. that was a fact that didn't had room for discussion.
so now proving this fact, you were with your bathrobe open exposing your naked-self above peter's full clothed body, a bit unfair but still super hot. you couldn't resist letting peter go out of the house looking that good without even tasting a piece of him.
the position was perfect to let you surrendered to anything peter wanted to do. him seated on the couch with your back on his chest, your head resting between his shoulder and crook of his neck, your legs beautifully spreads above his lap while one of his hands holded one of your thighs in place and the other he fingered your cunt. perfect.
his thick middle and ring fingers were both pumping in and out roughly in your pussy while he pressured the rest of his palm with the enough pressure at your clit, making you feel waves of pleasure hit you with a struck. the rhythm didn't had a pattern, only a fast pace to get you off quickly — and it was working perfectly.
he enjoyed so much seeing you squirm and being barely able to form a correct word by how much pleasure you were feeling, that's how peter liked to see, your brain numbed with lust. his fingers getting a in-and-out ridiculously fast and rough, curling them at the perfect spongy spot inside your cunt, making you gasp for air as you would if were drowning.
"i'mma- uhm... peter!" you moaned a little more desperate, trying to announce your soon coming orgasm. squeezing your eyes —that already were shut— harder, and uncousciously trying to get out of the hold of peter's arms, the pleasure being too much for you.
"give to me, babe..." he breathed out with his lips near your ear, he sounded almost tired like he was actively actually pumping his dick in and out of you and not his hands, but no, —he gets just that excited giving you pleasure— his hard-on was being humped on his jeans by you squirming your ass so eagerly, making him feel his cock twitch by the friction you were doing.
with a initially silent scream giving into a loud whimper you feel your orgasm finally release, arching your back against peter's chest while your limbs spams all together — making you uncounsciously press your butt even more harder on his crotch and dig your nails into the layer of his pants on the area of his thighs.
your beautiful cries for his name, the bodies pressure making even more friction on his clothes and the sensation of your walls closing on peter's wet fingers was enough to make him not be able to hold himself anymore, cumming on his boxers with almost shaking legs and a loud moan of your name and a russian swear.
for a quick one minute the only sound in the room was both of yours descompassed breathes, trying to pull itself lungs together. peter pulled out his fingers and let you go off his lap, sitting at his side on a more comfortable position on the couch.
"fuuuck... i busted in my pants."
peter grumbling made you open your eyes and turn your head to the side seeing a wet stain on his crotch, you didn't wanted to let escape a little snort when you noticed but couldn't help seeing his flushed face, giving a contained smile watching his reaction.
he moved his legs uncomfortably getting up from the couch giving a ruff. peter definitely heard your laugh and felt his cheeks burn, but decided to ignore looking at your face the whole time, holding a sheepish smile.
peter's cheeks seemed flushed and sweaty while he checked out the mess he made on his pants, you knew he always got that enthusiastic when it was about pleasuring you and despite being aknowledged that you didn't saw a problem when he cummed without even being touched when he was going down on you — per the contrary, you always found that was so hot —, and even vocalized how much you enjoyed that... peter couldn't not feel a bit embarrassed everytime this happened, it was kinda cute honestly.
"peterrr... just let me-"
"help me? nah babe, 'm good" he interrupted you and motioned his hand disregarding 'the help' — he knew what you meant by that, wanting to make him cum now by your own hands — with a smirk, heading himself to the bathroom.
you pout and difficultly whines in loud complains to him, still trying to make your lungs work again as the clarity post-sex starts rising up. peter chuckles from the bathroom but quickly he appears in your front fixing his belt, now he didn't had the disheveled sweaty look, messed up hair or wetted pants, it looked like nothing happened. the only reminscent of what you did on him being his light pink cheeks.
"i really need to go babe, it's just some hours. if we start banging, no one is seeing me there till tomorrow." he said now wiggling his eyebrows at you with pride, making you laugh fixing your posture on the couch; peter taking the opportunity to take a quick glimpse at your still exposed naked (beaaautiful) boobs from the open bathrobe.
"i'll make it up to you reeeally good, promise" peter said bending his body to give you a quick peck and a kiss on the forehead.
before you could even complain again or joke about it one more time, peter was gone in a blink of a eye, a gush of wind moving the curtains, letting you there alone and in a sweaty mess.
lia's notes.ᐟ i saw his look from the deadpool 2 cameo again in pinterest and felt my limbs fire up, he's so damn fine. i need him to fold me in half and [redacted]
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a little help from my friend - malcolm gallant x f!reader
smut. dubcon (sorta..). reluctant assisted masturbation. thigh riding. every day I mourn that Malcolm is gay but not gay for me.
“no. nope. No fucking way.” Malcom’s lip curls into a disgusted sneer as he stares at you. “I shouldn’t even be here— fuck.”
“Please! Dammit, malcolm, I’ll do anything,” you beg, standing up from the bed. He walked in on you desperately trying to get yourself off on your fingers, tension built up from months without real sex. Worse, the most embarrassing thing was that you were still entirely horny even after being caught. “You don’t have to fuck me, just— help. Please.” You notice his breath hitch and you add, “it’s not like we can get in trouble for jerking off down here, those bitches in charge probably do it too.”
malcolm blinks. his eyes are so big and dark and glittery. and so fucking hot, but he’s been your gay best friend since childhood, it wasn’t like he was about to throw away his whole sexuality to get you off. ‘As a friend.’
But maybe he could do a little. To help. As a friend.
it’s clear he’s fighting himself when he finally drops his arms and kicks the door shut behind him with a sigh. “Fuck you,” he says softly, a tone that’s actually much kinder than it sounds because you know him so well. he’s happy to help. despite acting like a bitch about it. he takes off his jacket and makes triple sure the door is locked before he jerks his head sideways, saying, “I need to be in the chair, take your pants off.”
you don’t need to be told twice. you leap up from the bed and rush to take your pants off, panties soaked from your earlier coaxing, and you’re tempted to take them off too, but you don’t know what Malcolm even has planned. You look at him with those pleading eyes and he rolls his own, groaning. “fuck, you are always so needy. Take ‘em off and get the fuck over here already.”
you obey without question, watching him fiddle with his trouser buttons, and his eyes fall onto you, half lidded in clear annoyance. “I only do this shit for you, ya know,” he snaps. “also I am not letting you stain my designer pair of these.”
You beam at him, heart racing while your core heats up being half nude in front of your friend. he smiles smally and lets his pants drop to his knees before he sits down and pats his lap twice. “C’mon,” he urges. “I’m not your hooker, hurry up.”
you close the space between you and confusedly stand still in front of him, yelping in surprise when he grumbles and yanks you forward by the hips until your straddling his thigh, then pushes you to sit on it. “maybe you should be paying me by the hour…” he jokes quietly, his hands firm on your body.
you barely hear him, still trying to process the fact that you’re riding your best friend’s naked thigh. the heat of his skin against your slick cunt after literal months of zero sexual contact with anyone is indescribable. you hand instantly finds his shoulder to steady yourself, and he looks up at you with a smirk, like this is the most normal thing in the world for a couple of friends to do. “okay,” he starts, lifting his leg and you gasp sharply as you feel his muscular thigh flex against your spread cunt. “grind on me.”
“what?” you’re already breathless, dammit. Malcolm rolls his eyes again, letting out a low moan of irritation that only manages to make you wetter. he bounces his leg under you and you feel a flutter in your walls, trying to clench down around nothing.
“are you stupid, bitch?” he huffs. “I’m helping you. would you rather go fuck yourself on a pillow? grind. on. me.”
it’s crazy, and maybe this is why you’ve stayed friends with such an asshole all these years, but the sound of him berating you is like music. his voice is so buttery, so warm and sweet and laced with a poisonous edge you want to just drink it up.
so after just a second more of surprised hesitation, you obey. Hands on his shoulders to keep balance, you move backward before slowly pushing forward again, dragging your open cunt over the expanse of his lap. his thigh flexes beneath you, a firm and steady base to balance on, and you suck in a breath as you start a rhythm fucking yourself on his leg. you feel like a dog in heat, humping Malcolm with abandon while he rolls his eyes and tries to ignore your tiny sounds.
“Oh my GAWD, you’re obnoxious, you probably got no dick even before we ended up here, huh?” he teases you, only half serious. your hips stutter as you glare at him and he quirks a brow. “damn, okay, defiant, too. y’know what, honey? I don’t have time for this, so—”
“no, Malcolm, I’m sorry, don’t—!” you stammer to try and convince him to stay, but he’s not getting up. instead, your whole body arches as you feel his bejeweled hands come up to rest on your bare ass, gripping the flesh and yanking your forward. you gasp as your pussy slides across his flexed leg, making an audible slick sound, and your palm smacks over your gaping mouth as he fucks you on his thigh. his hands are strong, and so fucking soft, the cold metal of his rings digging brutally into your skin as he moves you up and down across his leg. you let out a little moan against your skin as the pressure starts to build in your core, heat flooding your womb.
“there ya go, bitch,” he smirks as you start to lose it, head falling back and hips moving with his urging hands. your cunt pulses and clenches down around nothing as you pick up speed, panting as you fuck yourself hard on his thigh. his muscle flexes again, knee lifting to grind up into your pussy and you keen at the sensation. your orgasm is a throbbing, messy crest of pleasure as you cry into your own palm and Malcolm shushes you in a hushed tone. you wish he’d praise you instead of telling you to shut the fuck up, but you’re desperate and you’ll take what you can get.
when you finally let him stand, still reeling from your release, he wipes his leg clean with a wet wipe and scolds you, “next time do it yourself like a man.”
you resist the urge to reach down and start trying for another one right now with the thought of what he just did for you… “I could suck you off in exchange,” you offer bluntly.
Malcolm stops before leaving, turning to face you and you think you may have convinced him with a fair trade. but he squints in disbelief and scoffs, “suck me off? oh honey, you wish.”
Matt Murdock who doesn't just fuck you, but makes love to you.
Matt Murdock who ALWAYS checks on you, no matter what you'll always be his number one priority.
Matt Murdock who thrusts slow in you, but deep hitting that sweat spot that makes you see stars.
Matt Murdock who's so grateful to have his enhanced senses because they let him memorize every little sound you make.
Matt Murdock who caresses your hips whenever his mouth feels too much for you.
Matt Murdock doesn't care how hard he is, he'll always make you come twice before even thinking about being inside of you.
Matt Murdock who's the king of aftercare. Always wrapping you in a blanket, kissing you and telling you how good you were.
Matt Murdock who makes you tea after he wrecked you in the best ways.
but also Matt Murdock who loves you loudly. Everyone around him knows you're loved by him.
Matt Murdock who spoils you and buys you everything you lay eyes on and show interest in.
Matt Murdock kisses you slowly and passionately, like that could be the last time his lips meet yours and every time this happens it makes your knees weak.
☆ BF! Peter who loves playing pranks. He was a rage-baiter way before it was popular. There's so many photos on your phone that he took with your camera. Him making funny faces, him taking candids of you while he's speeding through seconds, etc. If you're shorter than him, he likes hiding your things on higher shelves. If you're taller, he likes tackling you onto beds and couches by going for your legs. Best believe he uses his super-speed to prank you like no other.
☆ BF! Peter who tries his best to mature when your relationship gets serious. He puts more effort into his work at Xavier's, starts saving for his own place, begins to limit his shoplifting, and tries to be "more serious" on dates. The last one doesn't last long, but you don't mind.
☆ BF! Peter whose favorite chores are dishes and dusting. They're easy, quick, and simple. He HATES doing laundry because it takes so long. The apartment/house you two share is always pretty tidy, surprisingly, because he gets bored on the weekends if you aren't home.
☆ BF! Peter who started wanting kids when he saw how gentle you were with the other mutants. Cooing and chatting with one of the littles who didn't have many friends led to him wondering if you'd agree on "Kurt" as a boy's name - both for his blue best friend and Cobain. Daughter wise, he'd name her Wanda if that was okay with his twin. [ A/N: yes I know they aren't twins in the Fox movies but they are EVERYWHERE else so yuh.] He wouldn't care about the gender, but I imagine him more as a boy dad than a girl dad. Not that he'd neglect his daughter, no, he'd love her more than anything, but he's had sisters and he wants something new. Twins run in the family, so he would be over the moon if you ended up with two twin boys like Wanda's.
☆ BF! Peter whose idea of a good date is something fun. He's not big on picnics or beach walks or fancy dinners - but he'll try everything once. He likes taking you shopping, going skateboarding, exploring, tree-climbing, going to arcades, and anything else fun that he can do. The boy will do anything that allows him to get his energy out - from following you as you spend much too long in an F.Y.E to taking you into an indoor rock-climbing.
☆ BF! Peter who eats a LOT. He burns insane amounts of calories, and as a part of his mutation- his digestion is sped-up. If you like to cook or bake, he'll love you even more. He's shown to love sugar in the films, but I don't doubt him changing to a more protein-rich diet later in life. Your first "date" was a group celebratory meal paid for by Hank - who immediately regretted it when Peter ordered a huge steak, a bunch of shrimp Alfredo, and a chicken salad without any hesitation. And yes, he ate on the appetizers and your meal without a second thought - the boy's gotta eat! Your shared grocery bill is pretty hefty, but it's worth it for the muscle he's putting on.
☆ BF! Peter who's type is anyone he can have fun with, and is "fun' in style. He isn't into the real soft, coquette types or the real serious/academic types. I can see him more into the 1980/1990s grudge/skater type, but he's not too picky. Any type of fun hair or makeup? He's in love. Paint or dirt on your skirt or pants? Count him in. Similar tastes in preferred dates and music? Hell yeah. He doesn't really care about physical appearance, so personality and style are more important. Why date someone if you can't play Laser tag and share clothes with them?
☆ BF! Peter who burns CDs with songs you both like and lets you borrow his band shirts and CDs. One of his number one requirements is that you share music taste or you're open to listening to his music.
☆ BF! Peter who is a total "wife guy". If he wants to get out of plans, it's a "sorry, gotta get home to the wife." Favorite person? "My wife, obviously." His wallpaper, emergency contact, best friend, roommate, lover, and #1 clothes thief? "Well, that'd have to be my kick-ass wife, obviously." Even before marriage, he called you his all the time. If you kick ass in a fight, he's swooning to Kurt about how cool his girlfriend is. If one of the kids asks why he's so happy one morning, he'll talk about how great his girlfriend is. The moment he proposed, he went straight to giving you the wife title. And he doesn't ever stop.
☆ BF! Peter acts like a man-child at times, but he's a well-behaved one. Yes, he gets sent to the doghouse at times, and yes, he's had to retreat to Wanda and Vision's house once or twice when he's really, really fucked up, but he means well. He's a guy raised in the 70s, do you expect him to be completely house-trained? He does try, though. He loves you more than anything, he just fucks up at times. And maybe, yeah, he leaves towels on the floor and soda stains on the couch and he accidentally mixes the laundry at times - but he'll try and be better.
☆ BF! Peter who HATES girl's night. Not that he minds your clubbing clothes, he loves them, but he's so bored without you. He doesn't understand why he can't come bowling with you guys, or out to dinner, or out drinking, or shopping. He likes those things! He trusts you and the others, they're his friends too, but he's admittedly a tad jealous. In an attempt to squash this, you nudged him into starting a boy's night. Gaming, laser tag, arcades, cards, whatever he could find fun with Hank, Scott, and Kurt. But Hank eventually went back to the lab and Scott didn't have the same idea of fun, so most of the time it was just Kurt and Peter. And that devolved into Peter whining about your absence over a game of Monopoly. Wife guy.
☆ BF! Peter who adores you. The moment he saw you at Xavier's or your job or wherever met you, his heart started ramping up like it did when he was a teen and saw Princess Leia for the first time. He loses all sense of cool around you. In the beginning, he's just a meek, stuttering mess.
☆ BF! Peter who slowly, but surely gets more used to the fuzzy feeling you give him as you guys start dating. He still adores you and gets all red-faced when you do just about anything cute, but he's more confident now.
☆ BF! Peter who actually buys your birthday presents. No stealing, he wants you to know he cares. He's the type to buy you what you've told him you wanted, because to him, that's the standard. "Your ex bought you a camera? But you told me you had a Polaroid one since you were a teen. He bought you one when you already had one? Are you kidding me? And you didn't even ask for it? Prick."
☆ BF! Peter who's your ex's number one hater. "So he spent all day texting one girl, started working with her and started taking classes with her...but got mad you talked comics with one of your guy friends? Fucking insane." "She left you for THAT guy? With the fucking hair? Good lord."
☆ BF! Peter who's bisexual with a fem preference. He's the type of guy who can ogle both the female and male leads of a movie.
☆ BF! Peter who burns you CDs whenever he feels like it. He's not an artist, but he can find a way to make you things if he puts his mind to it.
☆ BF! Peter who has, at least once, done the cliche "standing outside your window with a boom box" thing to apologize. Definitely more than once.
☆ BF! Peter who despite being 20-30, acts like a teenager in love. 100% left you love notes from "your secret admirer" before you two started dating. It was so, so cheesy, but so cute.
☆ BF! Peter who most of his love knowledge comes from movies. Wanda and Vision started dating after Wanda moved out, so Peter didn't see them interact much. Peter's dad was out of the picture, and he didn't have too many friends growing up, and most of them were nerds like him who didn't get girlfriends. So, his perception of flirting and love is mostly from the movies he grew up with.
☆ BF! Peter who, when asked about how you dress, says "my girl can wear what she wants because I get to go home to that every night and you don't."
☆ BF! Peter who only dates someone if he loves them with his whole being. And with him, that's you and only you.
☆ BF! Peter who is a switch. He doesn't really care about a preference for being dominant or submissive, he just goes with the flow. He'd sub easily, but could also be a gentle dom. It really depends on you and his mood.
☆ BF! Peter who does love costumes though. Any of those slutty 2000s-esk Halloween costumes? Oh lord, he's done for. Suddenly he's a helpless patient if he can get you in a nurse outfit. He's a little criminal when you're in a sexy cop outfit, and he's awe-struck if you're anything nerdy related. The slave Leia costume? His nose is bleeding on sight. OG poison ivy bodysuit? Call that boy vegetarian the way he's in that foliage. [A/N: THAT WAS AWFUL, IM SO SORRY BAHAHEHA]
☆ BF! Peter who, once he learns you're completely fine with it, is a total perv with you. He loves that form of teasing. Wearing a skirt? Panty shots. You're being difficult? He's zipping around and suddenly you're back into one of those aforementioned costumes. That's one of his favorite things, changing your clothes in private. You gasp and blush, scolding him but he just smirks. He's definitely stolen your panties at least once, definitely jacked off when you're not looking, and definitely smacked your ass more times than you can count. He loves you, he does, and he doesn't do anything to objectify you. The guy just really fucking loves his girlfriend. And fucking his girlfriend. But mainly the first part. He also gets a lot of nosebleeds. It doesn't take him much to get worked up, just seeing your thighs, cleavage, face, arms, calves, hands, shoulder, stomach, and basically anything else. He's a dog, but only for his girl when she's okay with it.
☆ BF! Peter who doesn't enjoy blowjobs that much. He'd rather just have a quickie if you guys are in a rush. If he's desperate, he won't mind it, but he'd rather have you and him together, rather than you do the work.
☆ BF! Peter who's super-speed means super-drive. He's not supersonic in bed, but he pops a lot more boners than any of your exes. And he. Is. Whiny. The man loves his girl, and naturally he thinks that he should be able to worship her as much as possible! What's so wrong with that?
☆ BF! Peter who goes nuclear when you guys start trying for kids. He's a man on a mission. "Gonna...fuckin' put my baby batter in you. Fill you up so good, babe." "Peter, what the fuck?" He wants his babies. He wants his perfect little twins. He wants to be a dad, he can't help that!
☆ BF! Peter who, if you convince him to sub, could absolutely be put in a skirt. Put him in a little blue miniskirt and he's a begging mess. "Mommy, please, no, I'll be a boy, I'll be your best boy, don't make me wear it in front of our friends, please mommy-" [you'd never make him. You never even brought it up, he did. He's subtly hinting.]
☆ BF! Peter who accidentally let out a little moan when you put your boot on his chest during sparring. "Do you wanna explore that when we get home?" "Yes please.."
🏁⋆💨𐙚₊˚⊹🏃♡.👟⌛
A/N: YAYYY okay it's done ehehe. I might make a male version of this or a second one, but idk ☝️☝️ IM SORRY THAG IVE DONE LIKE NO NEW CONTENT, COLLEGE IS KICKING MY AHHH
Here's the song that kinda sums up how Peter loves IMO 👇
꒰ 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ꒱ - peter maximoff x gf!reader
↳ fluffy, smut, human vibrator, peter's a cutie ⁞⁞ wc: 891 ⁞⁞ a/n: ty @bohnerrific69 my love this was fun to write! ⁞⁞ 18+ ; mdni
peter’s got his feet propped up on the coffee table when he hears your keys in the lock. he starts a little and quickly readjusts his position so that he’s sitting in a more dignified manner when you walk through the door. he tries not to preen when you lay eyes on him and the spotless living room. he’s never been great at keeping things tidy, but just the look on your face right now makes the hours he spent staring at objects and trying to decide where to put them worth it.
you’re almost completely still, shoulders dropped and eyes wide. “oh,” you say, gaze flickering over the entire room before landing on him again. “you cleaned?”
“you’ve been so tired,” peter says, standing and moving to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing the back of your neck. “figured i had to do something.”
without warning, you wrap your arms around him, squeezing so tightly peter’s certain there’s not a wisp of air left in his lungs. “thank you,” you murmur into his shirt, and peter realizes for the first time just how worn out you sound.
“aw, babe,” he says quietly, hugging you back. “shit, it’s nothing. i’m doing all the bathrooms tomorrow. least i can do, huh?”
you let out a little huff but don’t argue. then you tilt your head upward, propping your chin up on his chest. “please can we have sex?” you ask plainly.
peter’s almost taken aback. you’ve never been one to mince your words, but usually, when it comes to bedroom activities, both of you tend to talk around it somewhat. it’s more fun that way. but hell, who is he to deny you? “yeah,” he splutters. “hell yeah. now? are you up for it?”
“i’ve just had the worst day,” you complain, kicking your shoes off. “need you to make me forget my own name for a little while.”
it doesn’t take long for the pair of you to get naked and properly prepped. peter’s an expert at speed, after all, and you’re too tired (and, ergo, matter-of-fact) to put up with anything that isn’t working.
you’re sitting on the foot of your bed, thighs clamped around his head while your boyfriend goes to town. his tongue and lips work at your clit while his fingers vibrate inside you, curling at just the right moment to maximize the sensations he’s eliciting with his mouth. your hands are fisted in his hair, his scalp red from your fingernails. his eyelashes are slightly damp where they rest against his cheeks.
you moan when he pulls the first orgasm from you, letting your head fall back and your bare skin hit the sheets. before you’ve properly recovered, peter is hovering over you, pushing you back up against the pillows.
“shh,” he says with a smirk. “y’gonna be my pillow princess tonight. don’t even lift a finger.”
he cuts off your confused protest with an open-mouthed kiss, smearing the evidence of your arousal all over your chin. one of his hands finds your breast, and he rolls his thumb over your nipple, bringing it to a peak. you moan again, and he swallows it.
“ready?” he asks, moving one hand up to your face to cradle your cheek. when you nod, he smiles, mischief still tugging at the corners, and pokes his thumb into your mouth, which you eagerly accept.
your back arches up off the mattress when he bottoms out, your moan muffled by his thumb. your eyes are closed, your skin hot. peter feels a flood of pride at the sight. there. he’s made you feel better. he’s going to get so many boyfriend points. especially if he can make you come twice, os he better get on that…
his thrusts are deep and rhythmic. he fucks into you a superhuman speed, very much enjoying the broken ah, ah, ahs that fall from your lips as he does so. he’s so concentrated on your expression that he almost forgets he’s participating in this too, and his orgasm catches him by surprise. “ah, oh, fuuuck, babe—” he grits, thrusts stuttering as he comes.
god must be on his side, though, because you came at the same time, your thighs shaking around his hips as you so, eyes closed and mouth wide open. you both recover slowly, panting into each other’s mouth.
peter presses kisses all over your face and then pulls out, settling behind you. he wraps his arms around your shoulders and feels as you nuzzle closer to his chest, folding your arms between your bodies.
“thanks,” you sniffle.
he manages a little shrug. “ain’t no thang.”
you don’t laugh, and peter manages not to take it personally.
he kisses the top of your head. “proud of you.”
he feels you exhale slowly onto his neck. “love you,” you murmur, somehow pressing even closer.
“love you too,” he says. “bathrooms are gonna be spotless tomorrow. kitchen too,” he vows.
“better be,” you whisper, but it’s a sleepy mumble, and before peter can tack on another semi-herculean task, you’re asleep.
he holds you through the night, only getting up once to get a wet washcloth and clean the both of you up. after that, though, he lets himself fall asleep too.
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i fucked up my taglist badly so this is mostly by memory - sorry for the ping if you're not supposed to here!!
júlia - i wasn't sure if you meant that you wanted this one to have smut or if you were just asking whether or not you could req smut, so i'm sorry if this isn't what you were imagining !! i hope it's good regardless lol
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