♡ Pairings: Peter x Reader || TK x Reader
✏ Summary: For everyone who wanted a follow up here's your threesome with Peter and TK. Sorry it’s short and crappy. A little short on time, but wanted to get it out
!!Warnings!!: [18+ NSFW] Controlling, Cursing, Poly, Jealousy, etc.
Peter’s tongue was delving deep inside of you. Squirming around your insides as he pulled your soaking pussy even deeper on his face. A deep hungry moan escaping him as he gripped your hips even tighter. Your back was pressed against TK’s chest as they had one hand groping you and pinching your nipples, while the other was rubbing steady circles around your swollen clit. They were also getting to work with their tongue, pushing it in your mouth as they stole your breath. Whenever he sensed you needing air, he would hold your head up, forcing you to look at the ceiling, so he could lick and suck on your neck, which you were sure was covered in hickeys by now.
They ended up deciding on this position because they didn’t want you putting any pressure on your injured hand. So TK decided to support you from behind while Peter took your front. Overwhelming your body as both of them teased you at once.
“T-TK,” You begged as they began speeding up the pace of their fingers on your clit, causing your back to arch as your hand gripped onto their arm for some kind of support. You felt Peter’s tongue slither out of you, making a tiny gasp slip past your lips at the now empty feeling in your pussy. His head shot up to stare at the both of you. Sending a quick glare to TK, smacking their hand away from your clit, before looking at you with softer, poutier, eyes.
“I’m here too, Darling. Don’t I make you feel good?” Something else caught his attention as he was talking to you. Eyes trailing down to your neck. Before snapping over to TK “Are you trying to piss me off?” He seethed.
Oh man, you almost didn’t want to see what your neck looked like.
“Just a bonus at this point,” TK mumbled, “You’re just pissy because she moaned out my name instead of yours.” You could tell this was already starting to escalate so you decided to intervene before it could get too far.
“Peter… you felt good too.” You practically whispered, eyes finding anything else to look at other than him. This was actually kind of embarrassing.
“Oh, is that so, Darling?” He purred, crawling closer to you and moving your head so you were staring right at him, only inches apart, with no other choice than to look him in the eyes. He gave a small smirk before stealing a quick kiss and pulling away. TK clicking their tongue in annoyance from behind you. Which Peter completely ignored. “I think I know what the problem is darling. My tongue just isn’t enough to satisfy you. You need something a little bigger to fill you up. Is that right?”
He sat up, not even hesitating before starting to unbutton his pants. Completely ignoring as TK spoke up in protest.
“Hey, don’t you think for a second that you might be moving too fast?” But Peter was unwavering in his actions, lining up the head of his cock with your entrance, before slowly pushing his way inside. Thank god you were already semi-wet from him eating you out, or else you were sure he wouldn’t be able to fit.
You felt every inch of him stretching you out as he kept moving in deeper and deeper until he was filling you up completely. You let out a whimper as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, he was so big you could swear you were able to feel every vein. Peter was trying to calm himself down. The feeling of you wrapped around his cock almost making him go feral in that instant. Your eyes began to water, the feeling of pleasure not hitting you yet. It just felt painful, like he was going to tear you apart any second.
“Shh,” TK soothed kissing your temple from behind you, “You did really good, Y/N. The brute could’ve done a better job of prepping you, but you did a good job taking it.”
“It’s not my fault. You just looked so fucking hot squirming under my tongue I couldn’t take waiting anymore.” Peter tried to defend, giving you a look as if he wanted to devour you on the spot. “I’m gonna move now.”
“Can’t you hold back a little longer? She’s not ready.”
“I’ve been holding back. This entire time has been me holding back!”
“Fuck, just go, I’ll take care of it.” TK’s hand slipped down to your clit again, rubbing slow steady circles, “It’s okay, Y/N it’ll feel good soon.”
Peter kept his pace slow at first. Hitting deep in your core every time he entered you, as TK kept up the movement on your clit, littering you in kisses and words of praise every now and again, the actions of both of your partners causing your toes to curl in pleasure. You felt your orgasm building with each passing second, and Peter must’ve been close too, his once steady pace becoming more frantic and sloppy as he breathed out your name. He roughly pounded into your cunt, your juices soaking his cock, as you gripped him so tight it was a miracle he didn’t cum as soon as he entered you.
“Mmm, you’re really, ugh, doing great, Y/N.” TK, praised as you felt not only their hand in front of you move frantically over your clit, your orgasm fast approaching, but their hand behind you was also moving, their breathing becoming erratic as some of their words were getting caught in their throat. They were definitely touching themself as they watched Peter fuck you.
You reached back, just wanting them to hold you as the feeling of Peter entering you repeatedly was becoming too much for your body to take. They took your hand, placing it against their face, and taking your thumb in their mouth, sucking and swirling it around. It was a strange feeling but in a good way. You could feel your stomach turning as they gave your finger a small nip. Teeth grazing over the skin ever so slightly before taking it out and placing a peck on your palm.
You agreed in unison. All your orgasms hitting at once as you reached your peak together. Peter slamming into you one last time as you clenched around him, he made sure every bit of cum reached deep inside you, a warm feeling enveloping your insides. At the same time, you felt TK spasm from behind you, their hot breath fanning over your already scorching skin.
You all laid there for a bit, panting and sweating together as you were coming down from your high. Peter being the first to speak up and break the silence.
“I think you can handle one more round, can’t you?”
“She can,” TK answered on your behalf, as you started internally panicking. You just finished, and your body felt exhausted, there was no way you could go another round. “but this time it’s my turn.”
“Fine, I need to go over some of your handiwork anyway,” Peter grumbled, eyes flickering to your neck.
Why is it whenever they’re the ones getting along, that you’re the one paying the price?
