I want peter to make me cry as he takes me apart slowly and then take care of me and cuddle me so bad rn
god u and me both.......
he's so for sure the biggest softie but like i just know there's a tiny teeny little almost sadistic part of him that enjoys watching you fall apart beneath him as he rocks into you. you're gripping the bedsheets, while he has one hand behind your knee, spreading you out more and his other hand is creeping up your body, slotting itself around your neck.
then he's bending down, kissing you so sweetly and you're aching for more. you want him to be rough, to split you apart but he's taking his time, grinding his hips into you and pressing soft, gentle kisses to your cheek. he knows you want more, but he's a fucking menace and wants to hear you beg for it without him asking.
"need more.. need it harder.."
"mmhm? what do you say, baby?"
"please.."
"'atta girl.."
he sat back up, his hands dropping from your neck and behind your knee to grip your waist, his hips picking up speed as he thrust into you. he was filling you up, stretching you out and splitting you apart—and it's everything you wanted and more. tears started to form in your eyes, making them all watery when you opened them to look at peter. with every thrust, tears would roll down your cheek but he didn't wipe them away, at least not yet. he liked seeing you like this, coming undone below him. your legs trembled as you came, before he quickly finished after you, making sure to pull out and release himself on your lower stomach. he let you lay there for a second before he got up to grab a towel and clean you up.
but when he came back, his hand immediately went to your face, his thumb wiping up your tears and rubbing your cheek. when he let his hand rest on your cheek, you grabbed his wrist, turning your head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand, staring up at him, your eyes big and soft. he cleaned the rest of you up while you watched him.
"you ok?"
"mmhm.."
he smiled, throwing the towel into the laundry basket, before laying down, letting you curl into him while he rubbed your back.
me normally: really big age gaps are not okay most of the time! the power dynamic is bad
me after reading that blurb: I want to be peter’s sweet seemingly innocent young little plaything
mmhm mmhm mmhm!!!!!!
maybe a few people around the neighbourhood find him attractive too, not knowing that you're his girl, the one he comes home to every night. you still stay at your place every so often but most nights you're in his bed, wearing his shirts, his dog tag necklace around your neck.
mornings with him were just heavenly. on the hot summer nights, the pair of you usually slept naked and peter still ran warm, but it was a nice kind of warm. when he wakes up, his arm starts to move, then his hand is roaming around your body. it finds its way between your legs and you then slowly wake up, whining when his fingers slide between your folds. he's kissing your shoulder, your whimpers in his ear are only egging him on.
but nights with him are even better. sitting on his lap, his hands on your waist while he's kissing you. to him, you're absolutely the prettiest thing he's ever seen. he's just absolutely obsessed with you, obsessed with everything about you.
it takes a while for you both to even really think about going out in public together as a couple, fearing the looks people might give you, or the comments people might make. it's not until a fourth of july barbecue at peter's that you kiss him in front of everyone. he's at the barbecue, flipping the chicken and the burgers and you go up to him, ask him if he needs anything. he asks if you can grab him a beer from the fridge inside and you happily oblige, leaning up to kiss his cheek. only a few people notice, but word gets around quick and you soon feel everyone's eyes on you. peter's about to put his hand around your waist before you run out the back gate and over to your place. he tells a friend to keep an eye on the food before he's gone to check on you. he finds you in your bedroom, crying into your pillow.
"baby.. hey, what's wrong?"
"everyone was staring.. everyone.."
"honey.."
he sat down beside you, his hand on your waist as you lay on your side, wiping your tears.
"they can look and stare all they want, you know it's just jealousy.."
"you'd be better off with any of the hot moms in the neighbourhood.. not me.."
"not true.. i hate the nights that you spend here, feels weird wakin' up to an empty bed without you there.."
you smile a little when he says that.
"i want you to come back to the barbecue.. i don't care who stares at us, i want you next to me.. you're my girl and i want the whole neighbourhood to know it.."
you just roll your eyes, smiling and taking his hand as he brings you back over to his. and you do as he says, you stand next to him, one of his arms around your shoulder while the other flips the meat around. a few of the moms are glaring at you but then you realise, you don't actually care. he could be fucking them, but he comes home to you (almost) every night. you then think of how to piss them off even more, getting back at all the times they've made fun of you for saying you think he's attractive. the food's all cooked and served and he's sitting on one of the garden sofas in the backyard. you walk past him and go inside, taking some of the cold food inside to keep cool. you don't even realise one of the moms has followed you until she turns you around.
"oh.. hi.."
"are you fucking him?"
"who? peter?"
"yes."
you just smile and laugh a little.
"well.. yeah.. why?"
"why did he choose you?"
"well, for starters.. he wasn't going to fuck someone who didn't have a tight pussy.. plus, he thinks i'm cute.."
"you know he only sees you as some sort of plaything, someone he can fuck and throw away.."
"yeah? is that why he keeps coming over to mine so he can put his dick down my throat? or put his head between my legs? or push me down onto my bed and fuck me until i'm numb?"
she didn't even say anything then. you just smiled and walked back outside, sitting next to peter on the outdoor sofa, legs tucked underneath you as you lean into his side. his arm slid behind you and around your waist, his hand coming to rest on your hip. maybe at first you were a plaything, someone he could fuck just to let his frustrations out, but now you were well and truly his. more importantly, you were his girl.
but it didn't hurt to mention about being just a plaything to him when everyone was gone, straddling his lap while you grinded down into his lap.
"plaything, hm?"
"mmhm.. i can officially be your girlfriend but what if, on occasion, you fuck me just like that.."
you had gone on a cute dinner date with your boyfriend, he was being so sweet, holding your hand across the table and offering to share a dessert. then he walked you home, hand in hand until he got you to your door. then he kissed your cheek, nodded and headed home himself. when you got inside, you just groaned and flopped onto your sofa.
you wished he was more attentive with you, like peter was. your boyfriend was cute, but he hardly kisses you and you're desperate to fuck him but he won't go further than a peck on your lips. which is why you sneak out to peter's all the time. he has you whining in his lap while you kiss him, and although he's taking his time, at least you know he'll do what you want.
he promised you he'd go down on you today and so when you knock on his door, he answers it with a smirk.
"back for more?"
"well, you did promise me something yesterday.."
"mm.. i did, didn't i?"
he steps aside and lets you in, following you to the sofa and sitting next to you. you let him talk you through it, pushing you down until you were sprawled across the sofa, your skirt flipped up onto your stomach.
"no underwear?"
"well, i did have them on earlier but.. took them off for you.."
"good girl.."
you just smiled and fisted your hand in his hair as he immediately buried his head between your legs, beard burning the inside of your thighs and making you whimper. his hair was so fluffy and thick, and you just kept grabbing at his curls, feeling his groans vibrating against you. he flicked his eyes up at you and watched as you dropped your head back, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut. it only pushed him further, hands on the back of your thighs as he spreads you open further, mouth covered in your wetness but he just keeps going.
"m'close.. please.. oh!"
he grunted as he moved up to suck on your sensitive nub, sliding two fingers inside you at the same time. you were on the verge of tears, hands pulling harder at his hair. his fingers curled inside you and you whined, mewling his name loudly. he buried his fingers knuckle deep inside you as you came, covering his facial hair with your juices. he moved up, leaning down to kiss you while his fingers stayed seated inside you.
"you ok?"
"mmhm.. feel so full.. but i want more.."
"yeah?"
"mmhm.. need your dick.. want you to stretch me out.."
"come back over tomorrow.. i'll stretch you out real good, baby.."
Thinking about Peter holding you while you’re on your period and rubbing your back or stomach to help you feel a bit better 🥲
i actually just sobbed??????
he would def be so attentive when you get it the first time you're with him. you wake up all sore and when you tell him, he's making breakfast and smiling at you.
"hi, honey.. i made breakfast.. oh, shit are you alright? you look ill.."
"m'not feelin' good.."
he quickly serves up the food and comes over to you, cupping your face in his hands.
"what's wrong, baby?"
"hurts.. here.."
you put your hand on his lower stomach and he instantly knows.
"do you have everything you need? or do you need me to run to the store and get stuff?"
"i got it all.. just.. can we just relax today?"
"of course, honey.. let's eat and then we can set up the sofa bed and chill all day, how's that sound?"
you sniffle and nod, slowly walking over to sit down and eat. once you're done, and he's cleaned up, he lets you sit there while he sets up the couch into a bed. then he turns to you for a second.
"you want a heating pad? or a hot water bottle?"
you perk up and nod at him, watching him smile again. he ushers you over and lets you get comfy while he heats up the hot water bottle and brings it back to you. then he slides in behind you and pulls you into him, leaning your back on his chest. every so often, he'd bring his hand up to rub your back, almost silently telling you that if you need to sleep, you can. and when your hot water bottle runs out, he rubs your stomach whenever you wince in pain. he occasionally leaves soft kisses on your shoulder and back of the head, comforting you while you drift in and out of sleep. the pain is slightly there, but less so now that peter is soothing you. he's also trying to work out what you like best and worst, so he knows for next time this happens, that he can do all the good things. he knows he can't make the pain all go away, but he'll do his best to make it almost gone. he hates seeing you in pain, it almost hurts him in a way, but his number one priority is you, it's always you and how to make you happy.
okay but that necklace blurb 😩🫶 I could totally see Peter wanting to tease you in public and giving you like a sucker/candy/popsicle to placate you and get you to stay quiet 😵💫
bouncing off the walls going rabid rn!!!!!!
oK but like you and him aren't together together yet like you're seeing him in secret still. you're both at a birthday party for one of your neighbours kids, which to the both of you as adults, is extremely boring. so you try and find something to do, you try and talk to him when nobody is really paying attention. you're practically begging him to take you home and fuck you but he's being an asshole, saying you have to stay out of respect for the family who invited you. you just roll your eyes and go inside to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it up with water. you don't notice peter's come inside too until he's leaning on the counter beside the sink.
"you're being extra needy today.. what's gotten into you, hm?"
"nothing.."
"must be somethin' if you're asking me to take you home and fuck you.. and not just that, doing it in earshot of our neighbours.."
"i said.. it's nothing.."
"alright.."
he just winked at you and walked away. next time you saw him, he was sitting by the pool, legs dangling and his shirt was off. and there in full view, glistening in the sun was the damn dog tag necklace. that motherfucker.
you walked over to him and sat down, nudging his ankle with your foot, making him glance over at you.
"mmhm?"
"peter.. please.."
"what's wrong, baby?"
sarcasm laced his words and you were just getting so frustrated. you just whined, hand slamming onto the space of tiling between the two of you. peter just got up and walked away, turning to you when you got up and followed him. he stood by the freezer box by the kitchen door and opened it, pulling out a popsicle and handing it to you.
"you want somethin' in your mouth that badly? here.. have this.."
he was really starting to get on your nerves now, but, god, if you weren't so fucking turned on right now you'd have slapped him across the face. he went back to the pool and sat down, legs dangling in the water once again. he closed his eyes and threw his head back, the sun hitting his face just perfectly. you took this opportunity to get him back, walking over to the pool and sitting down, directly opposite him. you gently kicked the water a few times until it splashed his knee. he looked down but caught your eye on the way down. you had the popsicle in your mouth, sucking and hollowing out your cheeks as you gazed at him with soft eyes. then you popped it out your mouth, running your tongue up one side of it, watching as his hands gripped the edge of the pool, knuckles turning white. you just smiled at him, giggling before you got up again, the popsicle still in your mouth as you headed to the back gate, his eyes never leaving yours. he got up himself, and followed you out.
once you were both out the other side of the gate, he grabbed your arm and pushed you against the side of the house.
"think you're fuckin' funny, hm?"
"mmhm.."
"yeah? still think you're gonna be fuckin' funny when i've got you home and you're on your knees with my dick down your throat?"
"maybe.. depends.."
you popped the popsicle back in your mouth and stared up at him, smiling ever so sweetly at him.
"depends on what?"
"depends on if you're really going to take me home and put your dick down my throat.."
Kiiiinda obsessed with the idea of regularly fooling around and cheating with Peter and when you tell him you’ve actually never given head before and asking “can I try sucking you off?”, he almost finishes right there. He has to walk you through it and says “your boyfriend never taught you this? How lucky am I?”
oh dear gOD
he's sat up on the couch and you're sat on his lap. his hands are on your waist, pushing and pulling you ever so slightly, almost grinding you against him. you've never gone any further than just making out with him, and the same goes for you and your actual boyfriend. but your boyfriend isn't peter, he's nowhere near as good as peter.
you pull away from peter for a second and look at him, his pupils darkening as he wets his lips with his tongue.
"i wanna suck you off.."
"think you can take it?"
"never done it before so.."
"never?"
you shake your head. he slightly pushes at you and you get the hint to get off him and get on your knees. he cups your jaw as he unzips his jeans, reaching in and taking his dick out, letting it rest against his stomach.
"gonna talk you through it ok?"
you just nod and he leans back, pulling your head forward as you took him in your hand. lifting your head up slightly, you swallowed thickly before opening your mouth, trying to take as much of him as possible.
"slowly, baby.. not all at once.. shit.."
you gagged as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat, tongue swirling around and licking the part of him that was in your mouth. he pulled you off him and you gasped, saliva trailing from his tip to your mouth.
"want more.. please.."
"so eager to please, baby.."
"always for you.."
"how lucky am i, getting to teach you things your boyfriend won't do.."
he had your mouth back on him now so you couldn't respond, but you quickly started bobbing your head, kitten licking at his tip whenever you could. his hand was fisted in your hair but he wasn't pushing or pulling, he just let you figure out the motions on your own, praising you and encouraging you through it.
"such a filthy mouth.. takin' me so well, honey.. you're so fuckin' good to me.."
you felt his leg slightly twitch and you knew he was close. you squeezed your eyes shut, bobbing your head down and taking him all in your mouth again.
"gonna come.. shit.. fuck.. you gonna be a good girl and swallow it all?"
you nodded, eyes blinking back tears as you held him in your mouth and throat. he hissed and groaned as you felt the hot ropes down your throat, sighing slightly against him before pulling off. you swallowed what was in your mouth, before opening up, tongue out and showing him.
"'atta girl.. c'mere.."
he patted his thighs and you stood up, before sitting back down on his lap, his dick growing soft underneath you.
"you did so good, baby.."
"mmhm?"
"mmhm.. best head i've ever fuckin' had.."
you just giggled and leaned down to kiss his cheek.
"now.. you gave me head.. anyone ever done it to you? like has your boyfriend ever went down on you? head between your legs?"
you shook your head and he just smiled.
"well, guess tomorrow evening is gonna be interesting.."
maybe you should've realised that seeing both your boyfriend and his dad, in secret, was going to come back and bite you in the ass. but it was just so fun with peter, he showed you so many new things, made you feel so many things that your boyfriend just couldn't.
he told you he was spending the evening with his friends, so you were left alone with peter—which you couldn't complain about. it started out pretty tame, sitting beside him on the sofa, leaning into his side. his hand was resting on your thigh and he would squeeze your skin every so often.
you just whined, swinging your leg over him and straddling his lap. he just chuckled, his hands moving to rest on your waist.
"pretty baby just couldn't wait, could you?"
"need you.. please.."
he just smiled, moving one of his hands to his zipper, unzipping himself and flipping up your sundress, noticing you weren't wearing any underwear.
"always such a good girl.."
"only for you, daddy.."
he rubbed the tip of his dick along your folds a few times, before you sank down on him, feeling him fill you up. he was stretching you out so deliciously.
"always so fuckin' tight.. who does this pussy belong to, baby?"
"you, daddy.."
his hands gripped your waist, grinding you against him, and occasionally will bounce you up and down, the back of your thighs slapping against the tops of his. you were both so lost in the moment, you didn't notice your boyfriend walk in the front door. he had a ring, he was about to tell you he wasn't taking things further because he was waiting. waiting for marriage. and yet here you were getting fucked out of your mind by his dad.
"yeah? god, you're such a pretty little slut.. and only for me, hm?"
"mmhm.."
you leaned down to kiss him, hands fisted in his shirt. then you heard a small noise from the hallway and you flicked your head up, face dropping in horror.
"oh god.. oh god.."
"what's up? you ok?"
"he's... he came back, fuck.."
peter raised his eyebrow but you nodded towards your very shocked boyfriend and peter turned his head around, cursing when he saw him. you slid off peter, who then fumbled with his zipper, shoving his dick back into his pants before he stood up, going over to your boyfriend.
"look, i can explain—"
"how long has this been going on for?"
"look.. just—"
"how long?"
"a month or so.."
"jesus christ.."
you moved to stand beside peter, reaching to hold his hand.
"when was the last time you actually paid her any attention.. and i mean properly.."
he hesitated, eyes dropping to stare at the floor. you moved to stand in front of peter and you looked at your boyfriend.
"i.. i'm sorry, i can't do this.. i don't feel anything with you anymore.. i've been struggling so much, trying to stay happy but i feel so left out.. peter, uhm.. your dad.. he's.. he makes me feel so.. good.. i.. i think i love him.. i really do.."
can we talk more about groupie!reader and rockstar!peter? the idea of him telling you that you gotta earn your backstage pass and to get on your knees? holy hell, I need this
mmhm!!!!!!
maybe you have some sort of vip pass for the show, allowing you to stay in the venue bar after the show is finished. some security guard comes in and checks out how busy it is, noticing it's just you and like three other people. then the whole band comes in and sits at the bar, peter deciding to sit right next to you.
"hey.."
"h-hi.."
he buys you a drink and then he slips you a backstage pass. you go to take it but he pulls it back, before leaning over to whisper in your ear.
"you gotta earn it.."
nobody's really paying any attention when he walks to the bathroom, turning back to glance at you. a few seconds later, you get up and follow him. you more than eagerly earned the backstage pass, which soon turned into a full blown aaa pass, him taking you back to the bus and hanging out for the rest of tour.
and yet, he still makes you "earn" the pass before every show. and he's so totally the type to ask for a kiss before he goes onstage, leaning against the doorframe of the backstage room you're sitting in. he just smirks at you while you roll your eyes, pulling his face down for a kiss.
"see you after, baby.."
and when he does see you after, he's all sweaty, the adrenaline rushing through his body as he drags you to a bathroom, bending you over the sink and pushing into you. your whimpers and his groans all mixed together and the sound filled the room, accentuated by the noise of his thighs slapping against the back of yours as he rocked into you.
