A/N: okay, so, i caved and i….. wrote my very first smut….. here you guys go, i hope you enjoy, there’s literally no plot, its just peter smut.
pairing: peter x reader
peter hooked his fingers in your shirt collar and used it to drag you closer. you were wearing a short skirt and his pants were already unzipped, giving him easy access to you.
“how bad do you want it?” he murmured against your neck, dragging his hands down your sides until they rested on your hips. you bit your lip and stayed propped up on his lap, grabbing his shoulders.
“bad,” you replied, almost panting already. just the anticipation was making your mouth water.
the best thing about the maze runner series is that you can take any screencap of thomas and caption it as “confused but slightly aroused” and it makes sense
you guys i think the “slightly aroused” part might LITERALLY just be dylan’s face??? like picking at random from episodes of teen wolf, the first emotion changes but the “slightly aroused” remains COMPLETELY ACCURATE?
okay that one might be more than “slightly,” sue me. but seriously, LOOK
okay, so a LOT of these are “annoyed.” but there are others, i promise! like there’s:
request: dylan o brien where they're best friends and somehow the reader tells him about how she's never ever had an orgasm, followed by MANY orgasms bc dylan's gotta help his friend out
Just like ever other Saturday night, you and Dylan held this small get-together that comprises quarter of the cast of Teen Wolf including Tyler P, Holland, and Shelley. Although you were not relatively part of the crew, being Dylan’s roommate made you part of the family. They have known you for a year which was as long as you were being Dylan’s roommate, but it was enough for them to acknowledge your character.
As everyone downed alcohols of their choice, Dylan was nowhere to be found. You figured he was either in his room longing for solitary or he was outdoors smoking; nevertheless, you wanted to find him sooner than join Tyler quaff cans of beer in the living room.
You proceeded into the kitchen grasping two red solo cups that was loaded with frigid beer, and advance outdoors. Luckily, you spotted Dylan who had his back leaned against the brick wall while also having a lit cigarette placed between his fingers. He arched his elbow, directing the cigarette on his pink plump lips savoring the fumes that coursed in his mouth. Then he softly puffed the smoke, scattering into thin air.
“Hey pretty boy.” You uttered disturbing the stillness of the surrounding while you stood a few feet away from Dylan. He looked alongside where you surfaced and threw a lopsided grin, his pupils dilated and bore a despondent expression, giving a mellow cough after puffing fumes of nicotine. “Hey Y/N.”
Once Dylan finished his cigarette he threw the rest on the concrete ground, numerously stepping on it with his sneakers. “I brought you a drink.” You stated, stretching your hand reaching him the red solo cup on one of your hands. “Thanks.” He, again, gave a sheepish grin and a nod taking the cup from your hand.
Seeing there was an empty space beside Dylan, your feet escorted you beside him and leaned your back against the brick wall. “Why are you out alone, Dylan?” You asked while your eyes focused on your drink and his response was a shrug followed by, “Eh, I prefer to smoke here.”
A faint giggle escaped your lips, knowing Dylan, his excuse was completely unreasonable. “Dylan you’re literally --” Your sentence was ceased after feeling tender plump lips attach on yours. Dylan spun from his side and faced in front of you, his arm resting on the wall building enough support not to fall on you. Both your tongues made out in sync as you relished the flavor of tobacco and alcohol in his mouth.
This events do happen, occasionally, where both of you ascend into making out. Often just to break some kind of tension between, but it usually stops there. It never made its way to a whole new level, where there were more intimate and physical impacts, and both of you were perfectly fine with the idea of it.
Dylan’s hands found its way on the edge of your jeans and roaming around valuing your curves and humming vibrations into the kiss.Your back leaned further against the wall , your head submitting under Dylan while he still fought for dominance. “Mm,” His lips hummed, feeling his tongue inquire entrance with yours. You certainly ratified to it making him explore further in your mouth.
“Y/N! Dylan!” Both you and Dylan heard, instinctively breaking the kiss and shifting back to your previous setting. In the corner of your eye, you saw Shelley holding a cup with a befuddled expression. “Where have you two been?” She questioned, “The game is starting and we have been looking for you two!”
Both of you apologized as Shelley retreating inside the house. Dylan motioned for you to proceed after him, where you gladly did, and slung his muscular arm around your shoulder while you both accessed into the living room seeing the others sat and arranged in a circle, with a bottle of vodka pl. “C’mon! We’re playing never have I ever,” Holland voiced, “With a kinky twist!” Tyler appended.
Holland patted a vacant slot beside her, where you followed with Dylan who was still behind you. You were seated beside Dylan while he was seated beside Tyler, lastly followed by Shelley. “So the game is similar with the standard one but,” Holland explained, “You take a shot if you have done the thing that the specific person confessed, plus, the confession must be something wild or kinky.”
“Okay I’ll start.” Holland stated. “Never have I ever,” She paused for an instant pondering of a shrewd idea, “Had a one night stand.” The statement made all of you reckon, nevertheless, taking a shot and letting the sting of alcohol run down your throat. Next was Shelley admitting, “I have never had a threesome.” And as expected, Tyler and Dylan parted a toast and guzzled the shots.
You, Holland, and Shelley eyed the two boys acknowledging they apparently had a threesome. “When?” Holland intrigued. “It was some night in Europe, Dylan and I were very drunk, okay?” Tyler expounded.
Then it was Tyler’s turn, “I have never sent a sext!” He pridefully stated on which Shelley solely took a shot making Holland, again, compelled. “Damn Shelley! Who knew you’d be that wild.” Making Shelley fluster and focus on the carpet below her. “It was one sext to my ex, no biggie.”
Next was Dylan who took his time trying to reckon any ideas, “Well,” He prolonged, “I have never been caught masturbating.” He stated although resounding more of a question rather than a statement. “Oh come on O’Brien, you can think of something better than that!” Tyler provoked, “I’m sure as hell no one here would take a shot, right guys?” However, Dylan wouldn’t budge as no words have withdrawn from his lips.
Finally, it was your turn. “Is it depressing to say I have never,” You timidly said followed by, “had an orgasm.” followed by the sound of your voice sinking into embarrassment while your face blushed into a shade of red.
Everyone startled over your statement. “But Y/N, you aren’t a virgin right?” Shelley inquired. “Yeah, I’m totally not a virgin anymore.” You guaranteed. “It’s just that, I never really got into the mood because it’s either my partner really sucked at giving pleasure or he had a really small penis.”
“Man that sucks! Orgasms are like the fucking best.” Tyler voiced.
And the game mostly revolved around numerous confessions until midnight struck. Tyler had the most shots while the rest had no more than four, particularly Holland who didn’t want to get anywhere near being wasted as she had to drive Shelley and Tyler back to their homes.
Holland and Shelley made their way into Holland’s car while an intoxicated Tyler followed them. “Hey wait up for me!” Tyler slurred, throwing up at the pavement then attempted to open the car door and get in the backseat. “Tyler you better not vomit in my car.” Holland threatened.
“Bye guys!” You waved, your shoulder leaned on the door frame, “Drive safely.”
Once you shut the door behind, you looked at the shambles of articles scattered around your living room. You commenced the clean up, starting with the bottles and solo cups on the floor, throwing the rubbish in the bin. Then while you tried reaching for excess litter stuck in various places, a pair of arms sneaked around your waist, spinning you around.
You were faced with Dylan. His eyes gesturing a sign of lust and his breathing, heavy and reeked of alcohol. “No one has really made you come before?” He questioned, his hands advancing under your shirt and unclasping your bra. “No one, Dyl.” You moaned out as one of his hands tried grasping on your taut nipple while the other was on your back, pulling you against his chest.
“Well,” He snickered, pulling your shirt over your head and removing your bra that was once concealing your breasts and both tossing the fabric behind him. “Let me be the first one to show you how an orgasm feels.” He muttered, his hot breath sending cold shivers down your spine, and seconds before he collided his luscious nude lips onto yours.
This time, both your mouths savored the taste of varieties of alcohol while your top was fully exposed to Dylan. “You have such fucking amazing breasts, Y/N.” He groaned examining your chest, delicately squeezing one of your boobs while you took delight of it. Again, Dylan inquired entrance with your mouth, which you gladly gave authorization on as his tongue became more aggressive within exploring your mouth. Both your tongues danced in perfect sync as your breathing became more heavy, droplets of sweat trickling down onto your neck.
Dylan murmured, “Jump.” Between the make out, making you leap and wrap your legs around his waist. Within no time, he took you upstairs into his room and laid you down on his bed, him putting his shirt over his head and throwing it at the corner revealing his sexy, toned body. He pinned you down effortlessly, lowering his head into your ear whispering, “Scream as loud as you can for me, babygirl.”
He began unzipping your jeans, pulling them down leaving you in your sexy lace underwear. “Your so hot,” Dylan mumbled, gradually spreading your legs and taking an exceptional view in front of him whilst slowly slipping down the panties, dropping them onto the floor, this time offering Dylan a much finer view. “Fuck,” He swore, “I can’t wait to make this pretty little pussy come.”
Then he initiated by leaving soft kisses set inside your thighs and working his way onto your core, lowering his face onto it and blowing a strip of air making you flinch. Dylan licked a strip of your entrance and slowly inserted a finger in you, firstly taking a slow pace. It followed with him inserting another, making you moan out of delight whilst his pace quickened in pace, his tongue indulging into your clit while constantly licking it.
Your hands went its way up to Dylan’s hair, as you felt his fingers slowly curl inside you, making you tug vaguely at the strands of Dylan’s hair. No doubt you knew he had found your g-spot effortlessly, unlike your past lovers who never knew how to please you, as his fingers skillfully worked its way in yo. He repeatedly done his actions whilst his mouth pleased your clit by drawing figure 8′s, captivating you with the pleasure you were receiving.
“Fuck, Dyl.” You moaned loudly feeling Dylan pick up an aggressive pace making your back arch against his bed, your legs starting to quiver. “Faster,” You instructed where he gladly obeyed, “As you wish, babygirl.”
It reached the point where you felt your legs tremble, loud moans escaping your lips. Though you weren’t stable in your place, since your body kept quivering and quaking, Dylan held you down. You threw your head against the bed, whimpering, “I’m close.” And felt your stomach contract, your mind being incapable of thinking of anything else but coming.
Without anymore signals, you felt yourself tighten around Dylan’s fingers, and sense that you came at Dylan. So that’s an orgasm, your breathing was improper while adrenaline rushed through your veins. “Fuck you’re a squirter, Y/N.” Dylan stated, plastering a devilish grin on his face after seeing you finally had your first orgasm. “God, Y/N, that was so hot.”
“Are you up for round two?” Dylan asked while you gave a nod still trying to recover from your first release. “You’ll definitely enjoy this.” He stated, unbuttoning his pants and pushing it down along with his boxers and brief, revealing his dick that sprung out. Then he opened his drawer, fumbling for an object that later on revealed as a condom.
Dylan straightaway ripped the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the lubricated rubber on his dick. He lowered himself onto your entrance, spreading your legs extensively. Steadily, he made his way inside you, both moaning in unison while Dylan commenced into thrusting. You cried out a, “Fuck, you’re so big, Dyl.” As you altered to his size.
“Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.” Dylan groaned, thrusting into you faster making you and the bed sway. With both his hands on your waist trying to keep you steady and put, he lowered his face onto your perky breasts and latching his mouth on one of them. “Mm, so fucking good.” Dylan hummed, feeling him lick on your nipple.
His mouth left your breast and began leaving trails of kisses from the valley of your breasts up to your collar bones and finally to your neck. He found a sweet sensitive spot where moaned as he gently brushed past it, he began sucking and nibbling on to the area leaving a sight of a hickey. “You’re mine now huh.” Dylan breathed out.
Your hands crept up its way on Dylan’s toned back as your nails dug on it. His first response on it was flinching on the pain inflicted, but then grew immune to him. You dug your nails, left scratches on his back yet Dylan didn’t bother.
“Fuck! Dylan, I’m about to come!” You cried aloud, this time enduring your walls tighten much more around his cock ,your legs trembling down and your body and mind being unable to function. “Come for me, baby.” Dylan moaned throwing his head back out of the satisfaction he felt inside you, while you released, again, this time at his cock though.
You felt Dylan release too, filling up the condom that was wrapped around his dick. He tied the rubber and wrapped in a few pieces of Kleenex tissues that were on his table side, throwing it in the bin. “Okay,” Dylan breathed out, “Best sex I had in a while.” While he positioned his way under the covers, with you alongside him.
The room echoed out a heavy and passionate atmosphere, as both Dylan and you tried to regain your breathing. You could hear both heartbeats reverberate around the room along with the catching up of breath. It also did reek of sex as it felt really humid around you two while drowning in pools of sweat.
“Mind doing this again?” You asked, looking beside at Dylan who wrapped his muscular arms around you and nuzzled his head behind your back. “Not at all.”
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