YES, you already have it. stop acting like you don't. NO, circumstances don't matter. NO, emotions don't block anything. you can still manifest. NO, time doesn't matter. YES, it's still yours no matter what anyone else says. No matter how 3d looks like, it's still yours.
synopsis: Boundaries have been crossed for too long with your handler. And tonight's no different than the other.
wc: 2.2k
warnings: both are in their 30s, fluff, mention of murder
a/n: Rekindling my Shiu obsession last summer. He deserves more love :))
The suite hotel room was glamorous, with tall ceilings and large glass panel walls. It was slightly stuffy with the heater on, but still pleasantly warm compared to the biting cold outside, with a slight drizzle of rain.
You were sprawled on the sofa, lying on your side with a glass of wine in your hand as you giggled, watching your handler check for possible cameras or mics that could be stooping both of you. Lazily, you took a cocktail shrimp and dipped it into the tomato sauce that could cost twenty dollars just from how pretentiously expensive it was, before popping it in your mouth, chewing the sweet soft flesh. You gently bit your lower lip, admiring your handler’s ass as he crouched and bent down low to check under the table, then his broad back as he stood up to look behind the TV.
“Found anything?” you called out sweetly.
“You could always help me, sweetheart,” Shiu answered, giving you a small amused smile.
You shrugged. “I would let you take this chance to be a gentleman.”
He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. Sauntering over to you, he sits by your foot on the couch, gently placing a hand on your ankle before caressing your skin, massaging your calf. He leans in, his heavy weight slightly settled onto you that made your eyes slightly widen, staring up at him carefully. His lips inches closer until it presses gently onto your shoulder in a faint kiss, then moves up to the crook of your neck. His rough, large hand was placed on your hip, thumb caressing your delicate curve, never failing to make your heart thud aggressively.
Professionalism blurred long ago between the two of you. Affectionate touches, kisses —all of them that shouldn’t really be between a strictly-handler-and-client relationship. It was all thrilling and enticing. Never crossing the line, but teetering around it enough that sometimes the playfulness felt a little too real.
Idly, you leaned in to press a kiss of your own on his Adam's apple, smiling against his skin as you took in the musk of his cologne. The contact of your cheek against his jaw itches upon grazing on his familiar stubble.
Smirking down at you, he pulled away and retracted his hand from your hip and calf, walking over to sit on the cushion chair across from you. He grabbed the glass of wine you poured for him and took a sip.
You finally sat up with a mischievous smile while ignoring the flush of your cheeks, placing your crossed arms on the table to lean towards him. “Done?”
Shiu simply gave you a single nod, giving you that lazy smirk. “Do you like it here, doll?”
“Mm,” you hummed. “It’s a nice view out here.”
“Are you talking about the actual scenery or me?” he teased.
“You of course,” you flirted back at him sweetly, already slightly tipsy from the wine that you have indulged yourself in generously.
His smirk widened as he reached his hand across the table to brush a strand of your hair away from your eyes, to which you leaned against the touch with a wide smile. You were so cute like this. “Gonna tell me why you were late?”
“Sorry about that,” you murmured, a grin slowly forming, showing absolutely no remorse.
He rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m sure you’re sorry.”
“I had my reasons!”
“Care to explain?”
“Well,” you started, leaning back with a charming smile that always gravitated the room towards you, “this morning, I went to this bar—”
“Drinking from the morning?”
“Hush,” you giggled, pressing your finger on his plush lips to shut him up, while he simply smiled lazily at that, pressing a soft kiss against your finger.
“Go on.”
“Well,” you repeated with a grin, pressing your thumb against his bottom lip to gently tug it down, “when I went to this bar, a lady came up to me. Rich looking, maybe with a recent facelift, in her fifties. Had this humongous diamond wedding ring and she approached me…”
“To compliment how gorgeous you are?” he quipped with a smirk, to which you giggled and messily played with his lips to shush him more.
“Yes, that as well, but also she came in asking to murder her husband.”
“…”
Your smile simply widened as you laughed, shaking your head casually. “I know! She somehow knew who I was and promised that she’ll give me a very pricey sum and the diamond ring if I get the deed done.”
“And you agreed?”
“Of course!”
Shiu just stared at you with a deadpan before blinking a couple of times to snap himself out. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Apparently her husband was sleeping with someone—”
“Cheating?”
“No, open relationship. Usual rich people activity.”
“Ah.”
“But the problem was that he was sleeping with a girl without prior discussion… warning? I don’t exactly know how it worked for them. And then he got an STI, and she also got it. Thus the need for murder.”
“…”
“It was horrible though,” you sighed, ignoring his mild shock. “The husband was at it when I went to the hotel his wife sent me—”
He scrunched his nose. “I don’t need to know some man’s sex life in his fifties."
You laughed bubblingly. “Fair. Anyways, I killed the husband and the girl, she was in her late twenties—”
“You killed the girl as well?”
“Well that bitch was trying to fucking use me as a vouyering kink stimulator!” you grumbled in annoyance. “Also I realised she was that curse user that tried to sabotage me at Kyoto. Remember that? So I thought ‘oh wow killing two birds with one stone!’ And then she died and her blood sprayed everywhere. So annoying.”
Shiu wasn’t too surprised nor perturbed at that, running his thumb across your knuckles absentmindedly, but his eyes still screamed with confusion, desperately trying to process everything through your drunk, choppy ramblings. “…I see.”
You huffed in annoyance, but calmed down at his touch a little as you settled back on the chair. “Anyways, both of them are gone, and I got this ring.”
You brought out the wedding ring of the client and placed it in front of him. Shiu took it and inspected it closely, humming in intrigue—an overly large diamond that reeked of unnecessary wealth with its tacky size and design.
“Can you give it to a dealer and get me the money? I’ll give you twenty five percent of the money.”
He raised a brow. “Are you?”
You grinned. “Yes. I don’t want to go through that trouble. And, afterall, you’re paying for this hotel room and all this food and wine, aren’t you?”
“Deal.”
Watching him safely tuck the ring inside his inner pocket of his blazer, he smirked at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and droopy, tipsy eyes. You looked gorgeous like this.
The next few hours were spent with more drinking, eating and gossiping. If you weren’t already drunk, you were beyond gone at this point, with the tip of your tongue slurred and eyes hazy and giggles tumbling out of you uncontrollably.
“You haven’t complimented me yet,” you suddenly said, the edge of your lips pouting slightly.
Shiu raised a brow. “Am I supposed to?”
“Obviously.”
“Why?”
“Why?” you drawled, slurring, “Because you should be a gentleman!”
Shiu rolled his eyes. “Brat.”
“Asshole!”
“Oh wow, now you’re resorting to swearing?”
“Is it a crime for a girl to want a compliment?” you whined, pouting.
“Fishing for compliments?” he lazily quipped back, raising a brow. “So unclassy.”
“It’s for a necessary cause though.”
“And what is that?”
“A compliment from my favourite handler would make my day.”
Shiu smiled amusedly as you sulked and rolled your eyes in annoyance. Placing your chin on your palm, you looked out at the scenery, ignoring him with a huff.
“Fine, fine. I guess you find me ugly,” you grumbled.
Shiu rolled his eyes. You were a handful when you were drunk.
Suddenly he leaned in across the table to graze his lips across the column of your throat. Your eyes slightly widened. The skin tickled slightly, with the slight uncomfortable press against your airway. Pleasure surged through your body and your heart fluttered violently. A wide, satisfied smile tugged on your mouth as you closed your eyes blissfully.
“You look gorgeous, doll. Makes my heart stop working when I look at you.”
“Good,” you hummed, meeting his eyes with a grin.
Shiu simply smiled back at you, fondly exasperated as he pressed another soft kiss on your throat before he pulled away. He stood up slowly and walked over to your side, watching amusedly as the alcohol finally took its toll and made your eyes droopy, drowsy. Picking you up effortlessly, he pressed you against his chest as he started to walk towards the bedroom.
“Come on, doll, let’s get you to bed.”
You smiled happily as you were carried over to be settled onto the soft bed, the cold mattress enveloping you in a pleasant hug that cooled your warm skin.
Shiu tossed his blazer away to join beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, and he tugged you closer so that your head rested on his chest, and his hand drifted to your back to rub gentle, soothing circles.
Gently, he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Night, doll.”
“Night,” you murmured back softly, letting out a soft yawn.
His body radiated with heat, and his warmth carefully sunk you into a blissful, deep slumber.
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The two of you left the hotel to step foot outside, the slight drizzle in the night ceasing to let the sweet smell of rain linger on your tongue in the dawn, alongside the fumes of Tokyo gasoline cloying to your nose.
Shiu’s hand was gently placed on your hip, thumb gently caressing the curve. Just like last night. Gentlemanly, polite, and almost reverent.
“You leaving?”
You hummed in reply, leaning into him as he pressed a kiss on your temple.
The touches, kisses, flirting—it was comforting, and repulsively heart-fluttering. Like a romantic vintage movie scene, with quiet love and affection.
Smiling up at him, you tenderly ran your finger tips across his arm, watching amusedly as you felt him gently shiver at the touch, before clasping something cool and heavy on his wrist. Before he could glance at it curiously, you grabbed his chin, pressing your thumb and the curve of your index finger’s joint against his stubble. Leaning in, you pressed another feather-light kiss on his jaw before murmuring against his ear.
“Happy early birthday, Shiu.”
His eyes fluttered close as a soft sigh escaped him. Shoulders sagging, hand on the small of your back softening yet pulling you closer, wrinkles on his face loosening, a small smile tugged on his lips. He gingerly pressed his forehead against yours, leaning into you before opening his eyes to smile down at you.
“What did you do?” he asked, full of fondness.
Giggling mischievously, you tapped his cheek teasingly. “Nothing illegal this time.”
Shiu raised a brow quizzically at that, though an affectionate grin engraved across his mouth.
Returning the grin, you pulled away and wordlessly left—heels clicking against the pavement in measured, rhythmic steps.
He watched you cross the vacant road, not bothering to walk over to the lights, and chuckled as you looked back at him briefly to blow him an impromptu kiss before you disappeared down the road.
Letting out a sigh, Shiu finally lowered his gaze onto his wrist, breath softly hitching as a disbelieved laugh bubbled out of him. A fucking Rolex watch was slapped on his wrist. Silver. Black interior. Simple. Later he would notice the engraving on the back reading, With love, my favourite handler, which would bring another violent flutter in his stomach and heart that almost made him want to crumble to the ground.
No one in this world knows of his birthday anymore, not really. His parents gone, no proper friends (especially not that fuckass Toji), no colleagues that shares the same headache as him… just you. Sweet you with your pretty head remembering every detail about him effortlessly, even though you most definitely didn’t have to…
Fuck, he loves you.
It was as easy as that. So easy to admit his feelings like that because it was you. You with your obsession with jewelries and accessories, teasing eyes and pretty lips. You with your gentle laughter that could turn sharply cruel during your jobs yet endearing and beautiful nonetheless. You with your bleeding heart that can quickly turn merciless as you receive a job he introduced you to. You with your adorable pout and glare as you lightly scolded him for smoking inside a room while you discussed some details about a job with you.
He has watched and worked with you for a couple of years now. Plenty of late night dinners that could range from three star restaurants to convenience store foods, celebrating with alcohol as you counted the cash together with giggles and laughter.
This admission was nothing new. An admission he already knew every time either of your lips touched against each other’s skin gingerly and whispered sweet nothings to each other, full of flirtatious lilts and affection.
Huffing out one last time, he ran his fingers along the ridges of his new watch and left the place.
The ache in his shoulders feels lighter, and his chest filled with warmth.
No nicotine could ever replicate the feeling of buzzing dizziness of pleasure and fulfillment pumping through his veins.
the shift happens the moment your awareness shifts.
that's it. that's quite literally it. as in, that's all there is to it.
so that means you, yes YOU—the person reading this—have already shifted.
i decided to dissect shifting today. and realized when you take it as its core, it’s awareness. that's all there is to it. sure, realities exist, but are they really that special?? after all, how special could they be if they're infinite??
the reason I wanted to share this is because its quite rare I have that "oh my god. this just clicked for me." moment, but that wasn't the case today.
i think everyone who has shifted knows that your mindset doesn't stay stagnant after you shift, it grows along with you and your journey. so although i've shifted before, this was a gigantic epiphany surrounding shifting that hit me today. which is exceedingly rare.
the shift happens the MOMENT awareness shifts. that's literally why its called shifting. you're shifting your awareness, it was never referring to your physical/senses.
think about it. your senses never shift first, it's always your awareness, and your senses follow.
so,
a shift = change in awareness (observing your dr, which can be something as simple as thinking about it for a few seconds)
the effect of said change in awareness: senses also shifts & align with where you’re channeling your awareness to
you don't take your CR senses with you, your awareness shifts & slips into the body of your DRself and you receive sensory input from there on out. don't expect to receive sensory input of your DR in your CR body. (this however doesn't include receiving memories from your DR in your CR)
anyway i just felt the need to share this, because I've noticed a large sum of people see the physical as what determines if we've shifted or not (which absolutely isn't true)
When the Stardust Crusaders first came upon you, it was early in the trip, not too long after Polnareff had joined. It was Kakyoin who suggested taking the bud out of your head and saving you, saying that your Stand would be useful in future fights.
That wasn’t entirely a lie, but there was a separate reason for him wanting to save you.
Strangely, considering the timing, Kakyoin found himself infatuated with you.
Even during the fight before you were saved, while you were actively trying to kill him, he couldn’t hate you.
After the bud planted in your head from Dio had been removed, Kakyoin was the one to help you up, grip on your hand firm. He introduced everyone on the group, and explained the reasoning behind the long journey they were about to take before asking if you wanted to join.
As dangerous as it would be, Kakyoin hoped so badly you would say yes. To his delight, you did! You had your own reasons for wanting to go after Dio, and helping the group would just be a bonus.
The first few days of the trip, you stuck close to Kakyoin, feeling comfortable with him knowing he was the one that suggested saving you. Kakyoin didn’t complain one bit; in fact, he was over the moon to have you by his side.
You noticed not long into the journey how kind and dedicated of a man Kakyoin was. He was smart too, which only added to his natural charm that seemed to be reeling you in closer day by day.
“Y/n, please stay close to me,” he would whisper during a dangerous situation, hand lightly grazing your side as he moved you to be behind him. His protectiveness was admirable.
As each day passed and presented more trials and dangers, the relationship between you and Kakyoin grew, going from shared, long glances as each other to fingers overlapping when you sat near.
The others in the group started to notice as well, Polnareff being especially teasing. He would pull Kakyoin aside after witnessing a flirty moment, smirking.
“So, when are you going to ask her out?”
Kakyoin would always chuckle and brush Polnareff off, escaping quick enough that the pink hue on his cheeks would go unnoticed.
Kakyoin’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest each time the two of you shared a hotel room to save Mr. Joestar money. He got to watch you get unready for the night, not even in a way to be creepy, but because you were impossible to look away from.
By now, he had silently come to terms with the fact that he was in love with you.
And it wouldn’t be wrong to say you felt the same, especially when his moves got bolder.
With each Stand user you fought and defeated, you found yourself growing more and more worried about losing Kakyoin. A feeling that wouldn’t be so strong if you felt nothing but friendship.
But the butterflies that went crazy in your stomach each time Kakyoin looked your way were now too large to be ignored.
Twenty-five days into your trip, you realized. You were absolutely in love with Noriaki Kakyoin.
A/N: I’m splitting this into two parts for my sake but when I tell you I adored writing this small beginning piece SO. MUCH.
“if i put my hand down your panties am i gonna find you soaked?”
“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you whisper yell at brendon, as if anyone can hear inside the room you’re currently standing in. “you can’t say things like that when we’re at work.”
“yeah?” he stalks towards you, like a cat eyeing up its prey. “you didn’t deny it. tell me about how wet you got watching me lay into whitaker back there.”
your entire body feels warm underneath his gaze, “park.”
“no,” the tone he uses on you makes you flush. “come on, princess.”
“daddy, please not now.”
brendon ignores your pleas and slips his hand into your scrubs. as soon as his fingers find your sopping cunt, he laughs. the bastard fucking laughs.
“poor baby,” he circles your clit and you press your face into his shoulder both out of embarrassment and arousal at his casual dominance. “just needed daddy to play with her pretty pussy, huh? she’s weeping for me, angel. how long have you been like this? you know all you have to do is ask.”
you whine when he presses a finger into your entrance, and he shushes you gently.
“you need to be quiet, princess,” he reprimands. “can’t have the whole hospital knowing how good daddy’s making you feel.”
he adds another finger into your heat and you clutch onto him for dear life, a broken moan falling from your lips that’s quickly muffled by his skin.
“so worked up,” that filthy mouth of his continues. “was this morning not enough for you? couldn’t just have my mouth, had to have my fingers too? should i add another, sweetheart? think you can take three?”
you nod and as soon as he adds the third finger, you clench around him. he swallows your moans with his mouth, tongue finding yours as he finger fucks you in the ED, where anyone can walk in and find brendon park with his hand down your pants.
“you’re dripping all over my hand, baby,” he groans into your mouth, the sound of your wetness filling the room. “you gonna be a good girl and come for me?”
“daddy, fuck,” your eyes roll into the back of your head. “i’m gonna come.”
“that’s my girl. look so pretty. come on, angel. come all over my fingers.” as soon as his thumb circles your clit, you come with a cry against his shoulder.
Lisa Lisa and her controversially young girlfriend
Caesar had been the one to introduce you to Lisa Lisa, because you were interested in strengthening your skills with Hamon. You and her hit it off immediately.
One would have to be incredibly dumb to not notice the liking Lisa Lisa took to you right off the bat. She constantly gave you extra praise when you completed a day's training and even gave you less tedious tasks to fulfill. She wanted you to be strong with your Hamon, but she didn't want to hurt you!
Lisa Lisa's favoritism pissed Caesar off with each passing day, and he was sick and tired of watching his Hamon instructor flirt with a close friend of his. All he could do about it was complain to Joseph and get an annoying, not at all helpful response.
Lisa realized she was head over heels for you after about a month of training, and therefore made her moves towards you much more bold, hoping you would notice and gain feelings for her in returrn.
She was the one to ask you out after some particularly grueling training, hoping her charm would work and you would say yes. You did, of course!
Lisa spoils you, that’s the simple way to you put it. Dates are extravagant and private. She doesn’t make a big show of her love in public like Caesar with his ladies, but the private time proves just how much she cares.
Lisa Lisa looks very young, so stares from strangers aren’t received. Caesar and Joseph, however, know the truth. Caesar is slightly disapproving; he doesn’t want to upset his past coach, but the thirty year age gap throws him off.
Joseph, on the other hand, teases you relentlessly even though he probably would go for a woman Lisa’s age if her looks were just as stunning, too.
Now that you’re her girlfriend, she actually increases the difficulty of your Hamon training. She says that she “wants to push you to your limits” and “does it because she loves you” and while you don’t doubt her love, the easiness of past training would be nice!
Intimacy with you is a big deal for Lisa Lisa, though she doesn’t show it. Being hurt by her hands is something that would come from one of her nightmares, so she makes sure to take extra special care of you.
Her hands gently guide your own fingers, or hold down on your thighs not enough to hurt but enough to be commanding.
Lisa has more experience than you would have thought, obvious from the way her tongue flicks against your cunt, lapping up your arousal.
She gives you all the experience you need, showing you how to properly use your tongue and fingers, mouth spilling out praise the whole time.
The first time you make her cum without help, she takes you out to the fanciest restaurant outside of town, and also buys you jewelry and a nice dress to wear on the date.
Lisa Lisa is a gentle, flirty lover, and even with the remarks from Caesar and teasing from Joseph, you wouldn’t leave for the world.
So I guess Joseph doesn’t know Lisa is his mom in this? I forgot about that part mid-write. 🥴 If anyone wants more of her though, let me know
( +18 ) mdni / smut short fic. gn!reader & sub!peter. inspired by this ask. established relationship. post-fight intimacy. gentle teasing. praise. petname (babe, love, baby). body worship. wound licking / slight blood play (licking it). handjob. balls play. light overstimulation. spitting. swallowing body fluids (semen). aftercare cuddling.
reblog is a creator's best-friend, thank you!!
“Wait—I don’t think that’s really hygienic, babe.” Peter hissed as he felt the rough pad of your tongue against his bleeding wound, you licked the blood like a kitten cleaning its fur.
“Peter, you are literally Spider-Man, I think we can forget about what’s unhygienic for a second. Now, can you let me be a freak in peace?” The words left your mouth and before your boyfriend could argue with that, you licked a stripe from his waist to his abs, tongue cleaning the remaining blood from a cut he had gotten during a fight earlier. Your knees were hurting from the hard floor but the moment was too important to care for details.
Peter winced at the feeling, body arching but toward you instead of away; like he couldn’t get enough of the pain mixing with pleasure. One of his hands moved from the armrest to the back of your nape, rough fingers caressing the baby hair that rested there as if he silently asked for more attention from you.
Your eyes lifted up to his face just to see his eyebrows furrowed, lips half-open like he was about to say something.
His muscles contracted when you licked another stripe of sweat from his abs, tasting the slightest hint of blood. Kisses were then pressed against his skin, going higher and higher until you got to his pectorals. “You’re just so pretty when you’re wounded and bloody, I don’t know.” You chuckled and Peter shook his head at you.
“I’m not sure how to take that.” He said before groaning as you nibbled on his skin, higher and higher until your mouth met his neck. Your hands moved to his thighs and he immediately spread them wider for you. You wanted to tease him for that but decided not too; even though Peter was so cute when he blushed and became awkward.
His costume pooled at his hips, half-undone and hanging which was easier to pull down when you finally tugged on the fabric. “Wait—Ah!” Peter moaned when your hands palmed his crotch, embarrassment on his face when you realized he was hard already. “That’s interesting. Hard from me licking your abs? I knew you were freaky too.” You joked at your boyfriend and he just melted into his desk chair instead of replying, giving you the chance to touch him more.
Your mouth lowered back to his pectorals where you pressed multiple kisses to his warm skin, letting your tongue lick stripes to tease him more. His boxers were slowly tugged down too, letting his hard cock slap back against his lower-stomach. “Shit, ah…” Peter sighed at the sensation of being free from the confines.
The tip was pretty pink, the color running down mid-shaft. The girth wasn’t that imposing but what he lacked was compensated by his length which was perfect for a man his size and not too much. Pre-cum formed translucent beads on his mushroom tip, a telltale of how he was already feeling.
You couldn’t help yourself and spat onto his tip before one of your hands wrapped around his base and Peter sighed again, head thrown backward to the ceiling. You smiled at his reaction, your mouth never leaving his abs and waist now, licking the sweat and mixture of blood off of his skin.
Your boyfriend’s thighs contracted as you started to move your hand up and down his cock, letting your saliva drip to wet his length so it wouldn’t feel raw. “Feels so good…” You heard him say as your palm went up, rubbing his tip into your warm hand and back down to his base. “Already, uh? I thought you might need more stimulation.” You voiced, clearly teasing him gently.
His head rolled to look at you, brown eyes half-lidded; you pressed another kiss to his abs and the muscles contracted. Peter bit down on his bottom lip before shaking his head. “You kissing my body is enough, actually.”
You smiled, tightening your grip around his shaft and he whined, watching as you jerked him off slowly. Your index and thumb formed an O position before lifting to his tip, rubbing it and teasing it. Peter gasped, his body almost folding forward but he held himself onto the armrests as you twirling your fingers around his bulbous head.
More beads of pre-cum leaking from the slit and you ended up pressing your thumb against his slit for more stimulation.
“Shi—! Please, that’s… that’s nice. It feels good.” Peter cried, head thrown to the ceiling again. You didn’t reply but moved your mouth to his waist, where more of his wounds rested. You pressed kisses there, licking his skin and nibbled at the cuts which made him hiss and squirm.
Your second hand moved to his balls and you cupped them in your warm palm, rolling the heavy ballsack. A whine left Peter’s mouth, his thighs shaking from the stimulation of his cock and balls. You decided to be nice and wrap your hand fully back around his girth, pumping him up faster than before. Your head moved for the second time and you spat onto his tip; the saliva dripped from his slit and to his length, meeting your hand halfway.
“That feels good, love? I mean, you kinda deserve it after today. You did so good, fighting that guy.” You hummed, looking up while your hands were busy working his cock and balls. Peter nodded without replying but decided to look at you after a minute or so. “Yea—Yeah, I mean… I just did what I had to do!” His voice became more pitched at the end of his sentence, as pleasure took over.
Your hand lifted up until your palm was covering his tip and you rubbed it fast, making Peter squirm on the chair. His thighs shook, your second hand rolling and gently tugging on his balls. “Baby, please—it feels so good… I don’t know if I can last longer.” He said, a whine in his voice.
You nodded your head before leaning your head to his abs again. “Go on, then, come for me, Peter.” The words left your mouth before you went back to kissing his skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses this time. Lick, nibble, kiss and repeat.
Peter’s abs contracted due to pleasure, you could clearly feel his thighs shaking as they closed around your body. Squelching noises echoed in the room from the wetness of his cock and how you used your hand onto it. One moment you were rubbing his slit, then you were jerking him off before teasing his mushroom head; all that while still rolling his balls in your other hand.
Your boyfriend moaned, squirming in the chair before he couldn’t hold it anymore, warning you. “Oh my God! I’m coming… Please!” He said, head rolling to look at you, tiny beads of water in the corner of his eyes. You smiled, kissing his navel this time before using both hands to jerk him off and even faster. Peter wasn’t sure what to expect but you angling his cock toward your mouth broke all expectations; and he couldn’t stop himself from shooting his load inside your open mouth.
His body contracted as thick, warm ropes of come hit your tongue, a loud moan leaving his mouth both from the pleasure and the view he had.
You kept going, milking him dry and making sure his balls were empty before your hands stopped the movements. A hum left your mouth, salty taste on your tongue as you swallowed everything Peter gave you, going as far as to give a kitten lick to his tip. He shuddered, his body going limp in the chair while you licked your lips clean from his come.
The room was silent for a moment before you stood up and made yourself comfortable on his lap. A hiss left him; he was still wounded from his fight from earlier today but wrapped his arms around your body to make you more comfortable. You both rested like that for a second before Peter looked at you, a smile on his face.
“Was this like… a reward for saving New York or something?” You hummed at his words before nodding. “Something like that, yeah.”
Peter leaned his face, pressing a kiss to your lips before adding. “So that means I can get this every time I get hurt?” You pressed a longer kiss to his lips, before breaking it and replying. “Only if you let me clean your cuts with my tongue.”
He rolled his eyes. “I guess I can forget the unhygienic part of that for a moment.”
Jack making this face when you've had a bad day and gone nonverbal and he's all soft and sweet on you, running a big hand up and down your thigh comfortingly as he says "tell me whats wrong, baby," pressing soft kisses to the curve of your jaw and the plush of your cheeks, "c'mon, tell daddy whats wrong so he can help you." And when he finally gets you to make a little noise its when he's between your plush thighs, licking flat warm stripes up the sopping folds of your pussy, mumbling into your heat "there she is," when you give a little cry and weave your fingers through his silver curls.
LANDLORDS!DAUGHTER!READER who sneaks out almost every night to get fucked by PETER PARKER. at first, peter was a little nervous to be messing around with you. your dad obviously wouldn’t be too happy to learn that he’s been sooo deep inside you that ur mind started to go numb. but, you always assured peter that you’re dad would never know. you’d kiss down his worries while snaking a hand up his shirt, fingers splayed over his hard stomach, gently grinding down on his growing bulge.
peter does in fact like a little FUN thrill in his life. something good that was catastrophic, or serious or, nerve wracking. he loves being able to shove his face between your thighs, lapping at the pretty, sweet spot until you come undone with his name slipping from your lips. or, waiting up for you to silently leave your families apartment so he can lay you on his mattress and sliding his thick length into your dripping cunt. all of noises go straight into your ear when he’d rock his hip. whimpering out praises, telling you how bad he’s been needing this. the risk was always worth the fun.
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