hellooo :))) you wonderful and talented soul!
could i pretty please request fanfiction for Peter Pevensie x Fem!reader? It is a little bit smut, so I hope you don't mind...
So, Peter and reader are in long lasting relationship, but they don't get intimate, like Peter wants to but he doesn't want to force reader to do it. And when they get passionate, reader always stops it. Peter is confused because he thinks reader likes it. But then this will happen - reader and Peter are kissing and other passionate stuff, but not sex. Peter thinks again reader likes it but reader stops it again. Peter gets angry and he try to conform reader but reader gets sad and she admits that she likes it but she's too afraid because she doesn't like myself, she is insecure and she's afraid Peter won't like her. And she is virgin.
Peter tells her that it isn't true and she's beautiful.. and then they'll finally have sex for first time. Could you write it, please?
Thank you very much and I understand if you don't want to write it. Have a nice day <33
Thanks for the lovely request! I added this print since it was pretty generic but similar.
P.s. your English is just fine and thanks for the lovely compliment, love!
Pairing: Peter Pevensie X Fem!reader
Warning: angst, fluff, slightly smut
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Peter was sure about few things in his life: the love he had for his siblings, the importance of his duties as a King and the fact that he was completely in love with you. He never had doubts about you and he still felt like a complete idiot who couldn't even handle how overwhelming his love was anytime he looked at you, even though you and him had been together for more than a year.
You obviously were completely in love with him too, ready to say that he was the first real thing you ever had, but there was something that kept tormenting to you, and it had nothing to do with Peter Pevensie: it was your way to perceive yourself. Getting intimate with Peter was something you wanted, something you found yourself fantasizing about at night, while lying down on your bed, but at the same time you were too insecure to actually let yourself go.
"What if he doesn't like me?"
"What if he doesn't like my body?"
"What if he looks at me naked and realizes he doesn't want to make love to me?"
Those were just some of the questions which kept you up at night and you couldn't help but tormenting yourself.
This whole bunch of insecurities kept getting in the way of your relationship, since things became more and more intimate. It's wasn't exactly rare for you and Peter to remain alone in your room or his, lips attached, tongues searching, hands softly travelling on each other's bodies, but every single time Peter was about to undress you, you tensed up, totally changing the whole atmosphere.
You couldn't be more lucky, though: Peter never once made you feel wrong, inappropriate of uncomfortable. He was the most caring and understanding person ever and he never said a single word to push you beyond your limits.
But you wanted it, you wanted him and you needed to summon up the courage to tell him why you kept being so cold.
One night, the occasion simply presented itself to you: Peter was in his private library, still working on some very boring papers about new alliances and signing documents, his hand supporting his head while his eyes kept wandering on the sheets. You were sitting on a couch in front of his desk, your legs crossed and your lips pressed; you tilted your head and raised your eyes from the book you were reading to look at him. "My Love, you look so tired, can't you continue tomorrow?" You asked while closing the book, he softly smiled, eyes glued on the papers. "I'm almost done, baby." He said while grabbing another document, his hands illuminated by the candle light and his voice sounding low and tired. You gasped internally, finding the absolutely normal gesture slightly hot: you loved his hands, you were literally obsessed with them. They always made you feel loved and protected and you couldn't stop looking at them.
Peter stood up and looked around. "Where did I put that register..." He asked himself, mostly thinking out loud. You frowned and stood up too. "The one about Calormen's resources?" You asked, already looking at the right shelf. He nodded and you immediately found it, taking it and smiling at Peter while passing it to him. "Here you are, Your Majesty." You joked and he bite his lower lips, his hand grabbing your hips instead. "What would I do without you?" He asked, rubbing his nose against your. You shrugged and looked at him: he was so handsome, with his blonde locks a bit messy and his deep blue eyes.
You scanned him, your hand automatically caressing his chest while your eyes wandered on his white shirt, too transparent to hide his body features. You took a breath, aware of how much you wanted him but at the same time of how insecure you were. He looked at you and slightly smirked, his finger travelling to your chin to raise your head. "Someone is staring." He teased you, his smile a mix between mischievous and excited. You rolled your eyes in amusement. "It's because you're so stunning, Pete." You sincerely admitted, your voice shaking but your hand on his chest firm. His expression changed: he started to soften, his features going from amused to absolutely flattered. He adored when you complimented him, because it made him feel so loved. He smiled at you, his hand brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. "That's exactly what I think when I look at you." He whispered, his voice soft and his touch delicate.
You looked away, his words sounding so honest but your mind refusing to process them as such. How could he like you? You couldn't like yourself, how could someone else do what you were not able to? He immediately noticed your change. "Baby, is something wrong?" He tenderly asked and you panicked, not sure about how to face the subject, so you shook your head. "Nothing, just kiss me." You said and immediately crushed your lips on his. He initially hesitated, knowing that something was off with you, but as soon as you parted your lips to let his tongue in, he let himself go. He kissed you back, his hand immediately squeezing your waist. You put your hands on his hips, your fingers sliding under his shirt to feel his skin under your touch. He smiled on your lips, leading you toward the couch and gently sitting on it while pulling you on his lap. You kept kissing him, glad that for once your mind was not suggesting you to step away, but as soon as he tried to unlace your corset, you jumped back. Peter gasped at the absence of your touch. "Baby, did I hurt you?" He immediately asked and stood up, trying to caress you.
You stepped back and shook your head, your eyes filling with tears while you started nervously walking around the room. "No no, you did nothing wrong, you're more than perfect. It's me! I have a problem and I--" you started panicking but Peter cupped your face. "Hey, look at me," he asked but your eyes kept wandering around, he looked at you. "Please, y/n, look at me," he asked again and your eyes finally met his. The awareness of the fact that he was not mad, angry or resentful made you feel even worse. "What is wrong? Every time I try to touch you you get nervous. I'm sorry if I keep misunderstanding the signals and mistake your desire for cuddling for something more, but we are not forced to do anything. If you're not ready--" he tried to continue but you shook your head. "I want to have sex with you, Pete." You suddenly admitted while violently blushing. Peter widened his eyes. "You want to have sex with me?" He asked, mostly unsure of the fact that he heard correctly.
You nodded, your hands grabbing his to caress them. "I want to, I want to since months, it's just... Oh my Aslan, I can't even say this without feeling stupid." You struggled, your body tensed. Peter shook his head. "Nothing that makes you feel so bad could ever be stupid." He reassured you and you took a breath, sitting down on the couch and inviting him to sit next to you. "I don't think you could like me." You finally spat it out, your voice shaking. Peter frowned in pure surprise. "What?" He couldn't say otherwise, he was too surprised to say something else. You nodded, too embarrassed to look at him. "I keep thinking that once you'll see me naked you won't like me anymore." You confessed, eyes watery and lips pressed.
Peter took a deep breath and looked at you. "Is this what kept stopping you from having sex with me?" He asked, his hand softly caressing the back of your neck. You raised your head, your eyes meeting his while you nodded. Peter traced your cheekbone with his finger. "I just think that this is incredible," he whispered, his finger now tracing your lower lip. "Since you're the most beautiful woman I've ever meet," he kept saying, his hand travelling on your arm. "And I could never, never," he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, his eyes fixed into yours. "Not find you absolutely gorgeous." He concluded, his voice firm while he kept looking at you.
You shook your head. "How can you be sure?" You asked in pure tension, he caressed your hand. "Because I love you and I want to make love to you not because it's something purely physical, but because I want to share everything with you. How could I ever not like the person I love the most? Besides, you might have not noticed, but I've always found you absolutely hot." He added, a tiny smile curving his lips. You couldn't help yourself but chuckle, a tear running down your cheek but promptly wiped by your boyfriend. "I am overthinking, am I not?" You asked, to yourself more than to him. Peter tilted his head. "Well, a bit, but it's totally okay. If you have a doubt, a fear, a problem, I want you to always feel free to talk to me about that, okay?" He softly asked, his hand caressing your head. You nodded, suddenly feeling more relaxed and totally understood. "So, you really do like me?" You asked and Peter shook his head. "Let me prove it to you." He said, mostly asking you than forcing you into it.
You slowly caressed his cheek, your finger hesitating on his lips and your eyes stuck into his while you nodded, feeling ready and comfortable for the first time ever. He immediately kissed you, his lips not crushing on yours but gently capturing them. He wanted to take all the time in the world to make sure you were comfortable, so he started exploring this new field with such a delicacy that you ended up perceiving everything as completely natural. He slowly layed you down, his body on yours while he started kissing your neck, his lips were warm on your skin and they sent goosebumps down your spine.
Peter smiled when your body contacted, attaching to his while your hands impatiently caressed his back. "Can I?" He suddenly asked, his hands on your corset. You looked at him and nodded, helping him unlacing it slowly. He removed it, his lips still on yours while he carefully grabbed the edge of your dress to push it down. You let him remove it, leaving your naked chest exposed to him for the first time ever. Peter kept kissing you, his lips travelling to your jaw, neck, untill they stopped on your breast. He kissed every inch of that zone while taking off your skirt, his hands delicate on your skin.
Once you were fully naked, he raised his head and looked at you: his eyes filled with love, passion, lust, adoration. He took all the time to enjoy every single centimeter of your body, his eyes travelling with patience and his lips apart while he softly gasped. "You," he whispered against your legs, you ran your fingers through his hair. "Are," he kept saying, his lips now on your hips. "Absolutely," he continued, kissing your nipple while his hands squeezed your legs. "Perfect." He concluded, now on your lips. You smiled at him, your cheeks red and your stomach filling with butterflies. "My turn." You managed to whisper, your hands pulling his shirt to take it off. He helped you, his messy hair falling in front of his eyes, which never once left yours.
You finally stared at his bare chest, his shoulders large, his pectorals analyzed by your hands, and his abdominals quite sculpted. "I always knew you were handsome but shit, Peter." You complimented, your voice low and firm this time. He slightly blushed and kissed you, his teeth catching your lower lip to bite it. "Are you sure of this? You don't have to do anything that you're do not feel comfortable doing. Please, just stop me anytime if you--" you put a finger on his lips and caressed them. "I love you and I want to make love to you." You finally said, your eyes watery and your lips on his. He smiled, the softest moan escaping his lips while he caressed your cheek. "I love you too, y/n." He whispered before kissing you again and this time he didn't stop.
