sakusa has an instagram he never ever posts on and only has it because MSBY needed an account to tag when they shared pictures of him. one day he puts this on his story and never posts again.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, mentions of body hair, friends to lovers, Sugawara being a twat, pining (?), Kuroo is an underdog wingman
Summary: Daichi and Suga decide to help Asahi out with his crush on you, with a game of seven minutes in heaven at a house party.
Word count: 4970
He wasn’t sure what was going through his head when he invited you to his friends party. it’s not that Asahi didn’t want you there. No, not in the slightest. The times he’d spent with you during study sessions or study sessions turned into hangouts, he’s found himself to enjoy spending his time with you too much.
He's learned that your presence holds a comfort similar to a warm blanket. You didn’t make off-handed comments on his appearance. Although, sometimes you did compliment his hair, which left him stumbling over trying to accept the praise. You were patient with his timid nature, long enough for him to gain some confidence and talk with you like he would with any of his other friends.
You’d met his two other best friends, Daichi and Sugawara. You got along just fine with them. Asahi supposes the problem lies with them, because they had a habit of pushing him past his limits. After they found out about the massive crush he held on you, they’d gotten a lot more pushier. Daichi telling him to ‘get a grip and ask you out already’, which would be okay if he hadn’t ordered Asahi to do so with his angry voice. He hated angry Daichi. Sugawara, on the other hand, would make casual remarks about you and your appearance. He wasn’t mean, quite the opposite, he found it amusing to tease Asahi with the idea of how pretty your lips would be wrapped around- that’s usually when Asahi would shout at him to stop, face red and hands fisted tightly in a white-knuckle grip on his lap to hide the too-obvious tent he’d be sporting.
He didn’t regret asking you to come. How could he when you were standing in front of him in such a lovely little dress.
“Is it too much ‘Sahi?” You asked, misreading his stunned stare with a worried frown. “You said it was a party and it was this or my leggings…” You fiddled with the silky hem of it that hung high around your thighs.
His mouth opened and shut a few times before he managed to collect himself, rubbing at the back of his hair. It wasn’t styled into his usual man bun, instead he opted for a half up, half down style.
“I… n-no! you look um, pretty.” He stumbled. “It's not too much.” Okay. That was a big fat lie. It was too much for him. How was he supposed to function with you looking like that?
You stepped out of your front door, turning to lock it with a pleased smile and a heat fanning across your cheeks. Asahi had to force himself to turn away, he wasn’t about to be labelled a pervert for being caught staring at your ass.
“Thank you.” You smiled up at him as you both began to walk over to the place the party was being held at; his, Daichi’s and Sugawara’s shared house. Asahi had insisted on escorting you, not liking the nasty thoughts of something bad happening to you on your way over, even if it wasn’t that far.
“I like what you’ve done with your hair by the way.” You added, nudging his arm with your own.
He scratched his cheek with a single finger, a nervous laugh bubbling past his mouth.
“Yeah? My, uh my sister suggested it when she called me earlier. It’s not too different?” He mumbled, holding out his arm for you to hold onto as you both stepped down from the curb to cross a small road.
“It's different but different isn’t always bad.” You shrugged. “You look good, Asahi.” You tried almost too hard for it to not sound breathless but you couldn’t help it; you’d been attracted to him since you first saw him. You’d had to hold back a fist pump when he agreed to help you study for a shared class, wanting nothing more than to get to know the cute, shy guy that sat at the back of the classroom.
Your eyes darted up from the pathway when you heard the faint sound of music, gaze drifting to the numerous cars that littered the area around the house.
“I thought you said it was a small party…” You turned to him with a raised brow.
He huffed a breath as he stared at the cars too. “I thought it was too but, I think Daichi invited um, Kuroo?” His name came as a question to see if you knew the guy, carrying on when you shrugged. “And well, if Kuroo’s there then so is Bokuto and Bokuto knows a lot of people-“
“Do you still want to go?” You interrupted his rambling, stopping your journey on the path so you could try and gauge his feelings.
“Do you not want to?” His back facing the house as he spoke with you, fully intending to just go back to your place if you didn’t want to.
You grinned at him. “I asked you first.”
He rolled his eyes with a groan. “I’m okay with going-“
“Great, c’mon.” You linked your arm through his to tug him along, oblivious to the gentle smile that was adorning his face as he watched you speed walk up the pathway, your heels clicking against the concrete.
-
“He's back!” Sugawara shouted as he caught sight of Asahi being dragged through the front door by you.
“Hey Sugawara.” You greeted with a laugh as he bounced towards you with a drink in hand, side stepping a few partygoers as he did.
“What happened?” Asahi nodded to their living area which was packed with people, the majority of them he wasn’t even sure he knew.
“Bokuto came.” Sugawara chuckled into his cup, taking a messy sip from whatever liquid was in it.
“How are you tipsy already?” You asked, arm still linked with asahi’s much larger, much warmer one, your fingers gripping into the soft fabric of his sweater.
“Kuroo's my bartender.” He giggled, suddenly perking up when he remembered something. “We’re playing a few games later, by the way… y’know, the usual; spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven…” He sang out, a teasing smirk hidden behind the lip of his cup.
“Oh, god...” Asahi sighed.
“I'm going to grab a drink, ‘Sahi. Do you want one?” you poked a finger into his shoulder after Sugawara had twirled around to dance back over to wherever he was before.
“Uh- yeah. I'll be over there with Daichi, okay?” he pointed to said friend who was chatting with a certain rooster haired man.
You nodded in return, squeezing his upper arm before untangling yourself from him and then you were lost in the sea of people in his hallway that led to his kitchen.
“You were quick.” Daichi commented when Asahi had gotten close enough to him.
He shrugged. “She doesn’t live that far away, you know that.”
“I was half expecting you to not come back.” Daichi grinned. “Because of the whole… party expansion. Not something Suga’ rated.” He snorted.
“Oh? You brought your girlfriend, Azumane?” Kuroo leered.
“Girlfriend?!” Sugawara guffawed as he poked his head into the trio.
“Shut up.” Asahi scowled, elbowing him. “We’re just friends.” he directed towards Kuroo.
“He wishes that she was his girlfriend.” Sugawara teased.
God, Asahi hated it when his friend got drunk. Dealing with a mouthy Sugawara was a tiring task.
Daichi’s eyes caught sight of you as you approached them with two drinks.
“Okay, shut it.” Daichi nudged Sugawara.
“Hey Daichi, hey drunk Suga’, hey… Kuroo, right?” You nodded at them as you passed Asahi his cup with a sweet smile. “I think I met Bokuto in the kitchen… he’s holding headstand competitions.” You giggled.
“Yeah, I'm Kuroo… so, did you compete?” He asked with a raised brow.
“No, I'd rather not flash everyone…” You responded, sipping from your drink.
“Asahi wants you t-mmf!” Sugawara's comment was cut off by Daichi who smacked a hand over his mouth.
“Sorry, what?” You asked, having missed half of his sentence.
“Nothing… Suga’, go and get one of the games ready.” At the instruction, he bounded off and out of the room.
Asahi mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to Daichi who discreetly nodded back at him.
Kuroo, wanting to see how far he could push before Asahi stepped in, inched closer to you now that the group was a person shorter. “You gonna play seven minutes in heaven?”
You sent him an uneasy smile. “Uh, well…” You look up to Asahi who was sporting an expression that said ‘I’d rather be anywhere but here,’ “Are you going to play ‘Sahi?”
On one hand, you wanted him to say yes because then at least you’d have a reason to try and make a move on him and if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings… Well, you could just blame your actions on the game and the drinking. But, on the other hand, you wanted him to say no. You didn’t want to deal with the sadness that came with having to watch him enter a room with anyone but you. God, the thought of him leaving the room looking a little more mussed up than he had when he entered... Yeah, you didn’t want that. Unless it was with you.
Asahi's mouth parted to answer, closing when Daichi did instead.
“Yep, he’s already agreed.”
“I did?” His brows furrowed.
“Yes.” Daichi folded his arms with narrowed eyes. In all honesty, he was sick of watching Asahi pine over you and since he wasn’t going to make a move on you anytime soon, well, where was the harm in giving him a shove in your direction?
-
Sugawara had announced the start of the game, a decent sized group of people gathering into a circle in the living area as the music was turned down to accommodate conversation.
“We’re not spinning a bottle?” Someone asked, you weren’t sure who it was but they had hair similar to the shape of an onion.
“Nope.” Daichi dropped the final slip of paper into a beanie hat that Kuroo was holding.
“Can I go first?” the man who you’d learnt was bokuto shouted, body seemingly buzzing with excitement.
Kuroo dug his hand into the hat, reading out the name that was written on the slip of paper he pulled. “She's first.” He grinned, waving you over.
There was a loud groan of annoyance from Bokuto as you pressed your lips into a thin line, willing yourself to not look up at Asahi when you stepped away from him.
“Pick out your partner.” Kuroo winked.
Unfolding the slip you’d plucked from the hat made you feel sicker than it should and you could feel your shoulders sag as you read the name in your head.
‘Kuroo’
He whistled as he peered over your shoulder.
“Azumane, you’re up!” At your startled expression he grinned and whispered, “hurry up, pretty girl. You’ve got seven minutes.”
You still couldn’t decide how to respond to him, instead deciding to face Asahi who was nervously staring at you, thumb rolling at the ring he wore on his middle finger.
-
You weren’t quite sure how you’d reached his bedroom. You remember walking over to him and linking your fingers with his so that you could lead him out of the living room. Was it you or Asahi that changed course from the downstairs closet to his room, though?
“We don’t have to do anything…” Asahi murmured, back leant against his door as he closed it.
You’d been inside his bedroom maybe a handful of times before that moment. The neatness and overall cleanliness of it didn’t really shock you. Asahi had never been a messy person in front of you so you didn’t expect his bedroom to be any different.
You hadn’t moved too far away from him, close enough for your hands to still be connected. “You don’t want to?” You asked, staring down at them before looking up to meet his gaze.
You’d never seen him so red.
“I-“ He stumbled. You could see it in his eyes though, the way they kept flickering nervously to your lips.
You unthreaded your fingers from his so that you could lightly touch the side of his neck. A makeshift guide for you to press your lips softly to his jaw, pulling back so they hovered maybe an inch away from his skin, and noting how his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.
His sharp intake of breath was enough to make your knees weaken and you braced your other hand against his shoulder for support.
“‘Sahi?” You whispered, kissing at his jaw again when one of his hands came to rest at your hip. “Tell me to stop…” You continued to litter kisses around his jaw, not being able to hold in the whimper you let out by his ear when he fisted your dress into his hand, his other coming to squeeze at your hip.
He’d be lying through his teeth if he said that the noise you’d made didn’t make blood rush straight to his cock. He wants to hear it over and over again.
“You’re not teasing me?” He breathed, eyes lidded and brows furrowed at the possibility of you being somehow dared into this.
“M’no…” You purred into his skin, biting gently into his earlobe, smiling when you heard him groan.
You decided to test the waters and pushed yourself to press your lips, finally, to his.
Gasping into his mouth when he tugged you to him, fingers digging into the softness of your hips.
“Is now a good time to tell you that I really like you?” You murmured against his lips, whimpering when he deepened the kiss, tongue delving into your mouth to stroke over yours. You could faintly feel the burn of his scruff against your chin, the pleasure of having Asahi kiss you willing you into not caring.
“Yeah.” He moaned into your mouth, tongue retreating so he could speak. He couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed by the line of spit that snapped as he did.
“Yeah?” You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, nipping at it lightly before releasing it. “Do you like me too, ‘Sahi?” You pulled back when he moved in to kiss you again, your smile almost delirious when he groaned in frustration.
He settled for resting his forehead against yours, his fingertips twitching in desire to move away from your hips and grab the fleshier, softer parts of you. “Mhm.” He mumbled. “So much...”
“So much?” You breathed, nudging his nose with your own before guiding him, by a gentle pull at his shoulders, to his bed. His hands remained at your hips as you straddled his thighs and he resisted the urge to look down because your dress had surely moved up enough for him to get a hint of your panties.
“Touch me.” Your demand was whispered but he definitely heard it, your words enough to make blood pound in his eardrums.
Asahi's lips met with yours again but he made no effort to do as you told him to. Well, not in the way you meant. His fingertips dug harder into your hips as you sucked on his tongue. You chose that moment to grind down onto him, using your own hands to guide him down to the roundness of your ass.
He let out a broken moan, using his new grip to guide you into another slow grind along his clothed cock.
It didn’t take long for the pleasure to cloud your mind and you pulled away to take a second to breathe, gasping out when he latched his mouth onto your neck.
“‘Sahi-“ You moaned, head tilted back to allow him more access. You used a finger to lightly tug his hair free from the hair tie he wore, burying your fingers into the silky strands and tugging his head back.
God, you wish that you could remember the expression on his face forever. His eyes were lidded and there was a lustful haziness to them that made your head spin. His mouth was slightly glossy with spit and lips parted so he could pant in deprived breaths.
“…D-do you want to stop?” He asked, thumbs drawing warm circles on your ass where his hands were still rooted.
“Do you?” you smiled when you saw the amusement for what he was about to say flit across his features.
“I asked first.”
You shook your head ‘no’, staring at him through your lashes.
“Y-you want to… um….” He stumbled over his speech, cloudy eyes having cleared up a bit and his cheeks darkening to a cute pink as he thought of what you’d meant.
You tugged him to stand up, eyes zeroing in on the wet patch you’d left on his trousers as well as the large swell of his cock that was straining against them.
“Do you want to?” You guided his fingers gently to the straps of your dress, urging him to slide them off. You couldn’t stop watching his face, how his eyes flitted from yours to the cleavage that was slowly getting more and more exposed as he slid the straps down your arms. You let the dress drop to the floor, standing in front of Asahi in nothing but your bra, panties and heels, which you kicked off when you nudged your dress out of the way with your feet.
Asahi had no clue what to do. There was so much he wanted to say that was caught in his throat because fucking hell you were beautiful. He’d imagined so many times what you’d look like naked, more often than not it was whilst he was fisting his cock in the late hours of the night or when he was showering. His imagination did you no justice, though.
“You’re- i… you’re beautiful.” He finally managed, he couldn’t focus on one area and resorted to sitting back down on his bed.
“You’re fully dressed. That’s a bit unfair, no?” You teased, tugging at the shoulder of his sweater.
He swallowed thickly before tugging it over his head, along with the t-shirt he was wearing underneath.
You knew that he’d played volleyball in high school. It was something he’d mentioned early on when you were discussing interests. You really didn’t expect him to have the type of body he did though, hiding under his cosy layers.
You were a sucker for the kind of muscled bodies that held a layer of fat over them. It made them so much more squishier and comfier to cuddle up to.
“Holy crap.” You muttered, eyes wide on the swell of his pecs. The faint smattering of chest hair had you wiping your mouth with the back of your hand to catch any drool you might’ve let slip.
“Oh, God. What?” He asked, eyes wide. Did you not like his body? Was there something weird about him?
“‘Sahi you’re fucking gorgeous.” You stated.
His cheeks burned at the praise, head ducking down so he could hide his face behind a curtain of his hair. “Baby…” you leant forward to grab his shoulders.
He didn’t stop himself from staring straight at your breasts, his head slowly rising. His personal pinup was cut short when you pushed him to lay back. He sat up on his elbows, watching with bated breath as you unbuttoned his trousers. His shoes were tugged from his feet before you removed his trousers, his hips lifting to aid in getting them past his ass.
“Hi.” You grinned at him after straddling his body, cheekiness turning gentle with a smile as his hands moved to caress your face.
“Hi…” He breathed, letting his fingers thread through your hair and then skim down your spine.
Your eyes shut and hips undulated at the sensation, the pair of you groaning when your cunt sat firmly against his cock that struggled against his boxers.
Asahi felt like it was time to take the lead, having watched you make most of the first moves gave him a little confidence. You wanted him. He couldn’t let you put in all the effort.
In one motion he had you on your back, your legs spread wide enough for him to grind into you. His mouth sank to the muscle between your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting into it with a groan.
You moaned, lips parted and head tilted back because you really hadn’t expected him to do that. You could safely say your panties were ruined, the sodden material clinging to your pussy and wetting Asahi's boxers.
“F-fuck!” You whimpered.
Asahi's head left the crook of your neck, one hand cupped under your ass to push you into his steady grinding, the other behind your head as he pulled you into an open mouthed kiss, grunting as he did.
“Fuck me.” You whined into his mouth, your order had him moaning into you. “‘Sahi, fuck me.” Your hands pushed at his underwear and your panties.
It took you both seconds to strip down until you were both fully bare, you’d flung your bra somewhere across his room, not caring where it’d landed.
“So pretty.” He murmured, sat back on his knees. He was staring straight at your drooling cunt, and it would’ve made you uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the fact that he was slowly fisting his cock, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth.
Precum leaked steadily from the tip and he collected it to smother the length of him.
You could feel yourself throbbing at the thought of taking him. Could you? Asahi was a big man but the size of his cock had you slightly surprised. He was blessed, that’s for certain, in both length and girth.
“Are you sure?” He asked, letting go of his cock, the weight of it not letting it stand up right.
“I practically stripped you down and begged you, and you’re still asking me?” You huffed with a light laugh. “Asahi if you don’t want to, then it’s okay-“
“No! I- uh… I want to.” He planted his hands on the outer sides of your thighs, rubbing his warm thumbs into your cooling skin. “I just… don’t want to hurt you.” He pointedly looked between his cock and you.
You held out your hands for him, holding back a giggle when he confusedly placed his hands in yours, threading your fingers together. You pulled him to you, slowly, not wanting him to fall too fast and accidentally hurt the pair of you, until he had your hands pinned next to your head.
“How do you do that?” He mumbled, kissing just next to your lips.
Both of your breaths had grown heavy, the skin on skin contact enough to set Asahi off with a slow grinding again. The weeping head of his cock knocking into your clit and the length of him sliding against your slick pussy lips.
“Do what, baby?” You asked, quiet moans falling against his lips every time he nudged your clit.
“G-God…” He grunted, his eyes were closed and you could feel him squeeze at your hands every so often as he rocked his hips. “You- you make me feel like I’m in control…”
Your grasp on his hands tightened enough for him to open his eyes, the usual warm chocolate you admired, glazed over with unreadable emotions.
“Because you are, ‘Sahi.” His name became a drawn out moan when his hips pulled away enough to catch the head of his cock against the opening of your cunt.
You didn’t miss the way his eyes rolled back as he pushed the length of him into your gummy walls, the stretch making your back arch and pussy clamp down on him when the angle had him prodding against an especially sensitive spot.
“S-so tight.” He moaned, dropping his head to look at where he was buried inside you.
Letting go of one hand, he used it to cup your jaw as he planted a sweet kiss to your parted lips. “You okay, baby?” He smiled against your mouth when you struggled to kiss him back.
It took you a few seconds to adjust but, you eventually started to return his gentle kisses and he took that as a sign to start thrusting.
Lewd squelching filled the room as his cock stirred up your insides, Asahi settling for a slow and deep pace that had your mind muddled into a jumbled mess.
How the fuck was he so good at this?
Any further thoughts were lost to you when he sat up, fingertips digging into the fat of your hips as he used his strength to fuck you down onto him with steady grunts and moans.
“‘Sahi!” Your hands flew down to press against his hips when he shoved himself inside as far as he could, his heavy balls slapping into your ass.
“F-fuck… m’sorry, baby.” He mumbled. Your cunt was squeezing him so much and the milky cum you were coating his cock in had him forgetting his own strength.
He ran a thumb over your clit, rolling his hips when you keened at his touching.
“A-again.” You whimpered, mouth gaping open in a silent scream when he pressed firm circles against your swollen clit and ground the head of his cock into the same sensitive area he found earlier.
Your orgasm washed over you faster than you expected. Faster than you’d experienced. Asahi kept up with his movements, wanting to help you through your high until he gently removed his thumb.
“‘Sahi?” His name came out a little shaky as you tried to calm yourself down.
“You feel okay, baby?” He settled over you slowly.
You nodded, tucking a few sweaty strands of his hair behind his ear. “You need to cum.”
“I don’t want to hurt-“
“Cum inside me, Asahi.” you murmured, bringing your legs up to push him deeper. Your head rolled back with another moan at the overstimulation.
His eyes squeezed shut as if he was trying to persuade himself not to. You’d sounded too enticing, though. And the thought of filling you up with his cum set off a part of his brain that he wasn’t aware he had.
So, Asahi hooked his arms underneath your legs and folded them up until your knees were up by your ears.
“O-oh, fuck!” The position was enough to knock the breath from your lungs but you couldn’t deny that this wasn’t the sexiest thing you had seen him do.
Well, it might be a close second to watching him read with his glasses on.
“I'll try not to hurt you.” He reassured you before pulling back to ram into your cunt.
The angle made it feel like he was so much deeper but you could tell that he was holding back from stuffing his whole cock inside.
The pleasure had you delirious and drunk on him, so much so that you weren’t even sure if you were babbling random words at him or just moaning.
His mouth hung open and eyes screwed shut as his pace changed from slow and deep to quick and simply stuffing the head of his cock inside. Your gummy walls were clamping down on his sensitive tip in a way that had his moans turning into deep whines.
“S-so close…” He stuttered out.
“Cum-ming! Asa- I’m-“ The steady pressure of him pressing into the slightly ridged spot in your cunt had your release squirting onto his abdomen and dripping down his cock and to his balls. You covered your mouth in an attempt to try and quieten your scream.
“Oh G-God… you just-“ He grunted, eyes widening. He wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of you cumming on his cock or simply watching you squirt on him that had him finishing seconds later.
His hips slapped wetly into your ass cheeks as he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as his cock twitched and painted your insides white. There came a point where he could feel his cum seeping out along the sides of his length and he slowly set your legs down so that he could pull out. His eyes focused in on the globs of cum that escaped your slightly gaping hole, and rolled down to the crevice of your ass.
Asahi landed beside you with a breathless huff, gently tugging you to his chest so he could wrap his arms around you. Your own resting against the squish of his pecs, ignoring the layer of sweat that covered him so that you could trace patterns on his skin.
“I… does this mean you’ll let me take you on a date?” His voice was quiet and contemplative.
You tilted your head up and tugged him down so you could press a lingering kiss to his lips. smiling at the way he hummed as you pulled away.
“Yes, ‘Sahi.” The faint thumping of music as it was turned back up had you stiffening. “We took longer than seven minutes-“
He laughed into your hair. “Yeah…” He pulled you tighter to him, nuzzling into your head. “You want to shower?”
“And then go back to mine?” You whispered.
“Definitely.” He wanted to cuddle you, naked or clothed; he didn't care, but the music and chatter from downstairs would definitely be a mood killer if you two were to stay and try to wind down.
-
“Do you think they’re fucking?” Sugawara grinned, eyes darting to the stairs that he’d watched you both walk up a while ago.
“Mind your own business.” Daichi rolled his eyes before looking over to Kuroo. “She pulled your name earlier, didn’t she?”
“How'd you know?” he queried, slightly surprised that Daichi had found out.
title: babysitting || Kei Tsukishima x MILF!Reader
a/n: had this horny thot at the gym <3
word count: 6.7k+
tags: dark content, age gap (18 yr old Tsuki w/ mid 30s reader), no dom/sub dynamics, pervish Tsukishima, non con/accidental voyeurism, masturbation (female & male separate), oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pining, porn with minor plot, smut w/fluffy ending, edited ish
character(s): Kei Tsukishima (hq)
synopsis: Third year Kei wanted a cushion of cash when he started college in the fall. But third year Kei really hated the idea of getting a mind numbing job he'd hate every second of. So when Takeda mentions a staff member has a kid needing babysat, well, third year Kei thought how hard could that be. Leading to the graduate doing more than watching a stressed mom's kiddo.
"There's everything for dinner in the fridge. Um, emergency numbers on the counter. Bed by eight and honestly you can do anything else after he goes to sleep. And I'll try to be home quickly. Again, I'm so sorry to be asking this but thank you. I don't know what I'd do without your help."
For the ¥1500 an hour Kei got for feeding dinner to a quiet kid and then putting said quiet kid to bed. It was the best of both worlds for the fresh high school graduate. He'd prepared for the worst when agreeing to watch a kid for Takeda-senpai's coworker after graduation. Lucked out on a sweet boy who seemed to like him more than any of his teammates did. And a working mom who was all but accommodating to him. Kei agreed every time you'd asked if he could babysit.
Leading to Kei being more than comfortable coming to your house anytime you asked. He genuinely kind of liked it. The quiet time. Someone other than Yamaguchi following him around. And a place his mother or older brother wouldn't bother him if all he choose to do was sit and stare at his phone. Your babysitting gig was his own little paradise. One that he got paid by a pretty lady for.
House to himself most of the time, Kei still kept his nose out of most people's business. Yours included. Prying wasn't his mentality with adult affairs. Even if when he reflected on it he was indeed an adult now. Still he didn't try to think much of it after a few weeks of not seeing any family photos in the home. It bugged him though. You were kind, spoke intelligently and smiled a lot. Be it all but enjoyable every time he got to talk to you or you baked him something special as a thank you on top of what you paid him. It made him wonder what happened to the other half of your household. If there ever was one. Not once did he dare ask though. But what little snooping Kei did in the house only turned up nothing.
For some reason this bugged him. Unsure why it did. Were you a widow? Had something tragic happened? Did this sweet kid ever have a second parent to speak of? Each passing weekend Kei got noisier. Perhaps he could help around the house a little more if he knew exactly what it was that kept you as a single woman. After all he was being paid ¥1500 hourly for a job he really didn't have to do anything about. Thoughts like these engulfed him more evenings than not when he was supposed to be babysitting.
Standing in the doorway just out of sight, the adolescent boy let his presence be known with a soft voice, "Tsukishima-san what are you doing?"
Startled a little Kei inadvertently tucked his phone against his leg even though there was no way the kid could see what he was looking at, "Oh- Do you need something? And I told you, Tsukki was fine."
This was the first time the boy hadn't stayed asleep after he was tucked in for the night. Kei was a little surprised and unsure what to do. Though he didn't look distraught. Still he worried he'd get in trouble if you got home and your son wasn't asleep.
Seeming fine he shook his head and rubbed at his eyes clearly tired, "No...I was just wondering when mommy would get home."
Kei sighed with relief. Missing you wasn't too bad he couldn't handle it. He closed his phone so your social media profile wouldn't be glaringly obvious if the kid saw his phone. Getting up to come kneel before his mini friend Kei offered a small smile for comfort, "Same time she does every Saturday night. Your mom will probably be home in about an hour and a half and she won't be very happy with either of us if you're still awake."
Quiet for a second, he then nodded, "Yeah, you're right Tsukki-san. I just wanted to be awake when she was sad again."
"Sad?" This confused him for a second. Kei hadn't seen you without a smile since he first met you. Though he wasn't privy to your personal life, he still felt a little like if you were upset with something he did then any good employer would have told him. Against his morals Kei stopped for a second before asking a little more, "Do you...know why she was sad?"
No surprise his little charge had no insight, "I don't know, I just heard mommy crying the other night after you left. But she stopped I think."
After he left? So it was something he did perhaps? Kei looked at the kid in front of him. Thought of a bunch of questions that he could perhaps ask the kid to try and get more information out of. But as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Kei knew the poor thing should have been in bed. Not grilled for a million questions he had about the family dynamics. Or you for that matter.
"How about we get you back to bed, and if you mom seems sad when she gets home, well, then I'll take care of it? Does that sound ok?" Kei offered in an attempt to get him back into bed sooner than later.
Clearly weighing the offer. A smart kid, Kei couldn't help but smile at the coy little sucker deciding if his offer was enough. He was at least glad when he agreed that it was acceptable terms. Back to bed in exchange for Kei helping his mom if anything was wrong when you got off work.
Back in bed and sound asleep just as easy as the first time. He was thankful when it still looked like there would be an hour before you got home. Shrinking his duties by letting one kid stay up made Kei feel like he didn't deserve the pay if he couldn't do such a simple thing. But also it gave him a chance to pop up on his phone once more what he was looking at.
A few days ago Kei had been gutsy enough to search high and low for your social media account. Even more guts before he finally sent you a follow request. Arguing with himself that well if his cell service was faulty then he could get a message through to you via social media. Luckily not once had you mentioned it. And only accepted his request without a second thought.
Giving the nosey man a chance to snoop through every post you ever had. Perhaps in an attempt to learn more about the smiling coworker Takeda-senpai introduced him too. Or as Kei scrolled further down your feed he was realizing how his eyes drifted to other places than just your smile. Lost in the scrolling and staring trap, when the door unlatched in the front of the house Kei nearly dropped his phone.
Hasty to clear his recent apps as though he was guilty. Nothing seemed out of place to him when he looked up at you from the couch. Like every time you came in he was greeted with a smile even if it was nearing nine thirty.
"I'm so sorry Tsukishima-kun," You looked more than frazzled even with a smile on your face, "I'm late. I hope things weren't too much of a hassle."
Kei stood up from the couch as you came in. A healthy bit taller than you but what else was to be expected of a volleyball player. He shifted his weight awkwardly on his feet trying to clear the fog of the last hour of staring at photos of you on his phone, "Things were smooth. He was excited for dinner and went to bed fairly easy. It was nothing don't worry L/N-san."
"Y/N," You smile as you put your things away with the blond man watching you, "My son adores you and you have a key to the place, you can just call me Y/N."
Mentally noted Kei had said your first name a million times in his head but not once thought about how it might sound coming off his tongue. Still though he watched with a dull expression as you settled back in your space, "Um, I was wondering-" He stopped when you looked up at him from your purse, "-do you need help with anything else? Cleaning, I can kind of cook if you don't want to prep meals. Um- Anything?"
"Oh?" You were surprised by the offer, "Do you need more cash? I can just give you a little more if that's what you need so you don't have to do more or stay later."
"I can stay later." Kei popped off right away.
"I'm sure you're family would like to-"
"My brother's home on summer break. My mom has plenty of help when he's home."
Your smile returned and Kei couldn't help the slight tightness in his chest when it was directed at him, "Your mom's lucky to have two sweet boys to help her." Awkwardly taking the compliment Kei didn't really have the right words to retort but was comforted when you spoke up again, "If you really don't mind helping though, I'll give you an extra two hours pay if you wouldn't mind helping prep some things for tomorrow morning. It was...a long day."
Without hesitation Kei agreed. Not even concerned what it was you might ask for help with. Second guessing himself that it might not be something he could do. Kei was relieved when you really only asked for him to wash and peel a bunch of vegetables so they were prepped for the following morning. Ones for a stew you'd made a few times before that he had to admit was one of your favorite dishes. Diligently Kei went about washing them when he noticed you were going to roll up your sleeves and help.
"I can get these done." He had no idea why he was offering something so mundane, "I prep for my mother all the time."
"Are you sure?" Clear on your face you weren't use to such an offer.
Kei nodded, "They're just vegetables."
"Thank you." You sighed with a little bow, "Thank you so much. If you don't mind, I need to shower. Your pay is on my wallet when you finish. I really appreciate it."
He nodded once more. Feeling an oddity for the praise as the tips of his ears heated up. Kei knew you had a second job as a server which he did not envy. But nice things too nice amounts of money so he didn't fault you for wanting to wash up after a second day. He obliged and said he'd get things cleaned up before he left. Once more feeling the tightness in his chest when nothing but praise left your lips and that big smile.
Certainly not two hours worth of more work. Kei finished washing and placing things back before it seemed you were even out of the washroom. Fine with him, he still couldn't take the extra ¥1500 so he figured he'd take that out of whatever you left him on your belongings.
Fairly use to your places layout, he knew your purse should be on the table as you walk in. To his surprise though he didn't see it. Actually he didn't see your shoes either. You must have accidentally brought them into the bedroom with you. Which meant that was probably where your purse and his pay was.
A room he'd been in before Kei weighed just waiting to get his compensation. Though a thorn in his side as he had planned to pick a few things up tomorrow. Just going in and snagging the money and he'd be out in no time.
Careful not to make a noise he saw your purse exactly where he'd suspected you'd leave it. On the corner of the bed with your shoes and other things. Among them were the dirty clothes clearly peeled off of you set neatly on the bed. Not one to dig through laundry Kei took a steady breath and just told himself you'd probably pick them up later after your bath so he shouldn't even look at them.
Looking wasn't the problem. What he heard was something entirely different.
Something of a muffled gasp. Kei didn't even take his payment without jumping a little at the sound. Head whipping around to the noise. When it came again before he registered the first one. He felt his entire body go flush.
"S-Shit-"
A moan. Your moan.
Kei suddenly felt his heart in his throat. And an unfamiliar twinge below. All but frozen he stood there before he realized the door was partially open. Not really open, a crack perhaps. Enough so that a pool of light came out and if he stepped closer he could...
No! He needed to respect your boundaries and pretend he heard nothing. Nothing of the lewd noise coming from the bathroom. Knowing that your face would be painted in a different expression than just a smile. Perhaps on in the throws of pleasure. Something he'd thought about but didn't entertain the idea. Kei felt his mind picking up speed just as his heartbeat did.
He should leave. He should turn around and leave. He should leave and act like this didn't happen. He shouldn't be edging closer to the door. He shouldn't be holding his breath as he leaned into the sliver of light just to see the cause of your noises.
He shouldn't. But he did.
Immediately he felt his cock twitch in his pants. The sight of you. Legs spread on either side of the soaking tub. Shower head clearly not in it's holder. Kei felt his heart racing as both your hands were under the water as well as the shower head. A clear beautiful picture of what was happening.
"F-Fuck- Mmm-"
Enchanted to watch you raise one hand to your lips. Fingers passing your lips as Kei watched you suck the water off them earnestly. Not hiding the fact you wished it was something else. Doing so to clearly muffle your moans. It didn't matter though as he saw everything first hand. In no time there was no way Kei could keep his trembling hands still.
Finding his palm pressed against the crotch of his pants. He knew what he was doing. With the crack of the door hiding his entire frame behind the rest of it. Kei didn't try to stop himself. Better yet, he didn't even think to stop himself.
Fumbling with his zipper like it was the first time he'd ever undone his slacks. Kei cursed himself for the second he had to take his eyes off you. Frantic like he'd miss anything. The second his long fingers curled around his cock though it took no time at all for his golden eyes to soak up the scene before him.
Strokes with no rhyme or reason. He could already feel the tightness in his stomach just the second his thumb swiped over his slit. Drooling precum that he only smeared back onto his cock as Kei focused around his swollen tip in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly. The man leaned into the door frame with a catch in his breath.
Your eyes were closed. Head tipped back against the lip of the tub. Fingers no longer in your mouth. Instead groping at your own breast. Twisting and tugging on your nipple as your body shifted in the water. Kei wanted more than anything to see that shower head between your legs. Knowing the sweetness that must have been your poor oversensitive clit being treated so well with the massage setting of the shower head. Knowing your legs were spread and trembling with the vibration of water against you. Sparing the thought his tongue could do so much more. And when that thought crossed his mind. His blond head between your legs instead of the shower head-
"S-Shit! Kei-"
His name. Static swallowed him up. The buck in his hips as Kei clasped his hand over his own mouth. Biting down on the meat of his thumb just to muffle his moans as his body twitched. Warmth gushing into his hand there wasn't even a chance for the young man to register anything but the wave of pleasure as his cum dripped through his fingers. Suddenly light headed it took a second for him to register your call to his name meant. His high cumming in time with your own when he saw you shudder in the bath tub.
A huge sigh leaving you. Kei looked down to see the streaks of cum dripping off his fingers and the puddle he'd left on the ground. Suddenly aware of what just happened. He couldn't scuff the mark on your carpet fast enough as he tried to regain his composure. In the panicked dash to not get caught, Kei left without his pay completely. Dry cum sticky on his hand and the thud in his chest as his body still ached after that knee buckling orgasm. All he could think about was one thing.
His name. He heard his name from your lips.
Replayed about five hundred more times in his head. No amount of banishing the thought or simply trying to force it to runs its course made the plaguing thought stop. The way you twitched and came in the tub calling his name in a muffled moan. Kei was flush with the image constantly. In an attempt to get rid of it he thought simply going home and jerking off again would help.
It didn't.
Once more. Twice more. Until he just had nothing left in him. Kei was stuck that night thinking of nothing but you even when he couldn't squeeze even a drop out of himself. Unsure he'd ever masturbated this much. He was even more unsure what to do when there was nothing he could but think about you in every compromising thought he'd ever had these past few weeks. Now with the knew knowledge of what you might look and sound like if they were to ever happen.
To happen? What was he even thinking? He would be lucky if you hadn't found the mess he left and never wanted to see him again. Accuse him of spying like some hard up perv. A four eyed freak. Suddenly Kei was worried about the trouble he might get into but even more worried that he might never see you again. All for a brief immature impulse he could have controlled if he really wanted to.
Then a simple text.
'You left your pay! I'm so sorry I didn't leave it out!'
You hadn't noticed then?
Kei spent a good four hours sitting on that text. Overthinking. Over analyzing. Feeling like a fool until he succumbed to the thought perhaps you just genuinely hadn't noticed. And if you hadn't noticed, then he was in the clear.
Your text was easily remedied. After profound apologies on your end. One's Kei just tried to play off as nothing. A solution was met with the fact that you needed to have him come watch your son at the beginning of the week. Pay for the missed day plus, the one you needed a babysitter for and extra as an apology for stiffing him the last time. Everything seemed normal. Kei could bury this down and pretend it didn't happen if you never noticed.
Like every other time he'd come to watch your son. Nothing seemed to change. You still smiled. Told them what was already prepped for him. How your son was doing that day and of course when you'd be back. Simple enough. Kei was quiet but you didn't seem to notice. Not like he wanted you to notice but something stuck in his craw as he watched your face with extra attention to detail. The image of you in the bath still etched in his head.
Thankfully when you left though things seemed normal.
Routine as all the other times had been. Kei sat at the table on his phone as his little charge colored quietly.
"....Tsukki-san, do you like my mom?" The question swooped onto him without warning. He nearly dropped his phone on the table to see the kid hadn't even looked up from his drawing with such a question.
"What? Why would you ask that?" Kei choked on his words a little harder than he meant to. An accident if they came out harsh but he struggled to clamor for a calm before his face lite up.
A little bit of a shrug from the kid who only kept shading his drawing, "I don't know....mommy smiles a lot when you're around and you listen nicely to her. My teacher said you listen to people important to you. So I figured mommy was important to you.
"Well, she pays me." He rubbed the back of his neck trying to chalk this up to kids being kids, "It would be rude to not listen."
"Mommy's boss doesn't listen to her."
"The Principle?" He was a little surprised considering the patient he and his team mates had been gifted for three whole years from the Karasuno principle.
"No." He shook his head and picked up a different colored pencil, "The food and drink boss. I think that's one of the reasons she cries."
So your other job sucked. Not surprised. And definitely a reason to come home after a shitty day and relax as such. He might have ruined a poor working woman's only way of unwinding. Still though Kei dwelled on the fact his name from your lips never once left his thoughts.
"...does your mom talk about me?"
The kid looked up from his artwork with a deadpan look. One Kei almost immediately regretted the question that came out of his mouth. If he could take it back he would. Before that though the kiddo opened his mouth, "She likes you. She says nice things about you when I tell her about our day together."
Close to the way his chest tightened when he heard you moan his name. There wasn't a lot more he wanted to hear. Even though he was feeling particularly chatty for the stoic man. Kei clung to the idea the rest of the day that you talked about him. Maybe it was just to your own kid who liked him. But still it made his heart race thinking you spared him more than one thought.
Engulfed in his thoughts all day. By the time the kid was yawning after dinner Kei didn't realize it was an hour before normal bed time. Offering him an earlier bed time. Kei was surprised hear him take the offer. Easy enough he thought. Meaning he'd have two hours of quiet before you would come in.
Tucked in. House picked up. Kei tried to guess if there was something to be prepped for the following days meal. But as he stared at the more than empty fridge he was startled when the front door clicked.
Quickly stealing a glance at the clock above the sink. He realized you were home over an hour early. About to walk around the divider wall and ask if you needed any help. Kei froze in his steps when he heard a sniffle. Startled Kei carefully came around the wall to see you wiping at your face still fully dressed and purse clutched to your chest.
"...are you ok L/N-san?" Kei's quiet question didn't go unnoticed.
Jumping at the suddenness. You clearly tried to gather yourself in front of him, "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't text or call I'd be early! I'm so sorry did I interrupt bath time I-"
"No no, he's already in bed," Kei's usual facade dipped into a frown as his blond brows pinched together, "Um, I'm sorry if this is too forward but...do you need some help?"
"This?" You laugh a little defeat with a shrug, "No it's fine I'm sorry. Here I'm sure you wanna get going let me get your pay and-"
He immediately shut down the shuffling you were doing in your purse, "I can stay." A clear deer in the headlights look. Your hand stays stuffed in your purse for a second as Kei awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "I'd be here another hour anyways. I can stay."
For as blotchy as your eyes looked. He felt that familiar flutter in his chest when your lips curled into a soft smile. One that only looked so much sweeter when you wiped the remnants of tears from your eyes and smiled at him, "That's very sweet of you."
Once more with the subtle praise Kei didn't understand the way his skin prickled and heart picked up it's pace. Looking at you smiling though suddenly he realized he didn't want to leave at all. An hour or not. He wanted to stay regardless of the pay.
Kindly you'd offered him a drink. Well aware of the things you had in your home Kei didn't really want anything but tea when you offered a plethora of drinks more geared to kids than adults. Tea it was though when you both sat down on the couch. A huge sigh leaving you and Kei feeling stiffer than he normally would. Unable to untrain his eyes from watching every movement you made.
"How was he today?"
Caught off guard Kei blinked a few times until he realized you meant your son, "Good. He was good. We went to the park to swing and he ran into some of his friends. I think that's why he was extra tired today."
"That's good." You smile softly with the lip of your mug against your lips, "...I know I say this a lot but thank you. My son really enjoys the days you come over."
"He's a good kid," Kei rubbed his thumb over his mug unable to take a drink yet. Knots in his stomach terrorizing as all he could think about was the few inches between him and you on the couch.
About ready to say something else. Kei opened his mouth just to be stuffed by the surprise of your sniffling. Panicked to see you wiping at your eyes but still smiling. He quickly tried to take the cup from your hands as you laughed through the tears.
"Heh- I'm glad. I'm glad he's so well-" It's obvious you can't stop them from coming, "I miss him. I miss him so much. Making ends meet all these years. I miss being home. With him- God you must think I'm a mess I'm so sorry let me-"
"No." His firmness in his voice catches you off guard. Kei swallows the lump in his throat when you look over at him. Something about your red eyes and dewy lashes becoming the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. You stare at him stunned for as long as it takes he can't think of anything else. Until finally it's too much.
Static in the room as everything stands still in the second his lips meet yours. Warm from the tea you sipped before hand. His own palms warm from holding the mug when he slips them against the tops of your hand. With his heart beating in his throat. The way Kei presses into the kiss lasts a million years while also being done in the blink of an eye.
Pulled away only when he realizes you didn' reject him. A swath of emotions all go like static in his head as Kei stares at you now closer to him on the couch. Unmoving even after the kiss. The seconds drifting between each last longer than the sudden kiss it seems.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"
Met with your warm palms flush against the sides of his neck. Kei is pulled down into another kiss. One that's deeper than what he spared you. Under no complaints though he urges his body into the kiss when his hands quickly come up to cup your cheeks in his palms. Meeting your lips with all the excitement that had been building in him since that first day you smiled at him.
Broken for breath, Kei doesn't let it end. Peppering your lips with kisses even as they miss their mark a few times and end up on the corner of your lips and on the bow of your lips, "I- I wanna stay-"
Terrified of what you're words might be. Kei wasn't a gambling man. Or a nosey man. Or even a gutsy man. He didn't want to know your answer to his heat of the moment question.
"Stay-" Your breath against his lips as your eyes fluttered shut just as your forehead pressed to his, "Please- Stay."
A gamble paid off. Emotions still clouded in static all he cared about was kissing you more.
Pecks and peppers turning to lips parted and moans exchanged. It wasn't until his hands found their way up the hem of your shirt did it hit you.
"Not here-" You kissed him frantically like your lips would fall off if you didn't, "Bedroom-Please-"
Fine with him. The couch too small for all his limbs anyway. Unable to keep your bodies apart as Kei hastily tried to pull your shirt off with shaky hands. You doing the same as your hands pushed up his shirt. You both crashed down on your bed in nothing but your underwear before you knew it. Sure there was a trail of clothes. None of that mattered.
"Are you sure?" Baited breath as you looked up at the blond man above you, "I don't want you to think you have to I-"
"I've wanted to since the day we talked." Kei mumbled into your neck. Lips dancing over the sensitive part of your jawline, "I saw you- I just- I need you."
"Kei." Just like the other night when his name rolled off your lips it sent him into a frenzied state. Every which way he could think of having you. And suddenly he was having you.
Kisses moving down your collar bone. Following the strap of your bra. Kei felt his heart threatening to erupt from his chest. Not his first time. It was certain his first time being this intoxicated by his partner. When he hesitated above your bra Kei licked his lips impulsively when you tugged down your bra.
Breasts spilling over the top of your worn bra. Didn't matter to him what you were in as he looked at the stretch marks across the tops of your breasts and how soft they looked. Just as wonderful as they'd looked in the bath. His mouth watered until he couldn't stand it anymore.
Latching himself to the same breast he saw you playing with. His guess was right. A loud moan coming from your lips as his tongue danced around the hardening bud. Big middle blocker hand coming up to grope them both as his mouth could only pay attention to one at a time.
Buried in his work. Kei couldn't help the moan against your soft mounds as your leg came up to rub against his crotch. Clothed cock leaking into his boxer briefs. Your moans encouraging him to rub against your thigh as he couldn't tear himself away from your tits. Delighted to just have your breasts in his face. Kei didn't find it fair to not offer you a bit more.
Hand drifting down your soft stomach. It was the hitch in his breathing when his fingers grazed over the wetness of your panties. Pressing his fingers against the wettest part of them as he looked up at your with half lidded golden eyes. Seeing your reaction to the grinding of his fingers against your clothed cunt meant he needed more.
Kissing down your breasts. Each stretch mark and soft supple inch of skin. The broad shouldered man finally made it between your legs. All but a mess of blond waves as he kissed all over your thighs and ghosted his lips over the crotch of your panties.
"K-Kei-" You moaned, fists clenching the bedding under you as your body felt like it was on fire.
He needed no other go ahead. Long fingers peeling your panties down to reveal what he'd dreamt about since he saw you in the bath.
Cunt lips soaked and plump. Your poor swollen bud peaking out from your wetness. Kei licked his lips never having wanted to tasted something so bad in his life. And taste is exactly what he did.
Tongue diving between your folds. His tasting was relentless. Kei lapped at your core. Finding the most enjoyment as his tongue swirled around your clit. Harder with each passing second against his tongue. It was when your hands found his hair that he felt like everything was perfect.
Your fingers tight in his curls. Hips shuddering under him. A delicate touch peeling away your cunt lips so he could his undivided attention to your clit. Kei found himself lost with your juices coating his face before your moans choked in your throat.
"I- I can't! Kei- Kei I'm cumming!" Body shuddering and his tongue not stopping. He kept you pinned under him as you rode out orgasm on his tongue. Each buck and thrust of your hip only met with the fact Kei wouldn't let up on bringing you to nothing short of nirvana.
With the thump in your pussy. Feeling the waves of pleasure still washing over you. When his lips finally left your core and you saw with half lidded eyes how wet his face was and his poor cock straining against his briefs. You quickly try to offer going down on him in return.
"Please....I saw you in the bath the other night," Kei confessed from above you, "Please let me-"
"Fuck me." You beat him to it, "Absolutely fuck me Kei."
A throb to his cock. Fearing he might cum the second he touched you. Still he couldn't pass this up.
Pulling himself free of the confines of his underwear. Squeezing the base of his cock as he lingered above you. Precum dripped and drool onto your thigh. Immediately you spread your legs in the most inviting way possible. Even if he wanted to say no, there was nothing he could do to stop himself.
Swiping his cock head against your soaked lips. Electricity shoots through his body. Kei can feel how heavy his balls are. Nothing driving him more than the idea of fucking you full. Realizing now it's what he's wanted since the day he met you.
More than wet enough, Kei sinks himself into your cunt with a guttural sigh leaving him. Warm walls clenching and fluttering around him. Once he feels your plush lips swallow him all the way to the base. It's when he has to plant his arms on either side of you just to catch his breath.
You clearly had other ideas though. When he took in a steady breath is at the same moment you start moving your hips. Willingly fucking yourself on his cock as Kei stares down at you under him. There's nothing he can think to say. As you work yourself on him and moan under him. He's certain he could loose it just like this. But the desire to thrust into you is simply too much.
Laying most of his weight down onto you. Inadvertently scooping your hips up and pushing deeper inside you. Kei feels like he's going to melt as the curve of his cock certain kisses the back of your cervix. Breath ragged and forehead already dewy with sweat. His thrusts start slow until your lewd moans are too much to ignore.
"Kiss me- Kei kiss me-" Not needing to be told twice. His lips crash onto yours. Letting his thrusts get a little sloppy but neither of you seem to mind.
Tightness around his length just as each thrust feels like it might be his last. Kei gives up on being propped on his arms. Instead curling them around you as tight as he can as the man desperately thrusts into you. A first time for everything, he can't believe the little moans that leave his own lips as his high comes closer and closer to crashing down on him.
"In me-"
"W-What-"
"In me! God fuck cum in me please-" You hips buck up best they can in this position. Finally leading to you just wrapping your legs around his waist and letting Kei fuck you at his own pace, "Please Kei- Fill me up-"
Swallowed up in the moment. Asked for his cum. Cunt swallowing him up and mind going fuzzy as his kisses turn sloppy. Kei can't keep it together anymore.
"S-Shit- y-y/n-" Groan leaving him in the seconds his hips stall out. The tall man ruts his hips into yours hard one last time as his high reaches an unreturnable point.
Swallowed up in his own pleasure. Shared with you as the warmth of his cum floods your aching walls. Even dripping down between your ass cheeks. It's in one big sigh that the both of you relax. But don't move from your embrace.
Kei's face still buried in your neck. As his cock still sunk deep in you with the cum he left you just like you asked. You exhale contentedly under him as your grip on his shoulders loosen. Instead ending up with fingers in the curls at the base of his neck as the two of you both catch your breath in the post glow warmth of your shared intimacy.
"...I could come more often, to help," Kei quickly clarified his mumble into your neck. The man stiffening a little bit above you but refusing to let go, "And maybe...you don't have to pay me so you know...you could quit that second job."
"Kei-" You voice rolls off his tongue in the same way he loves hearing it.
Something about it though he can't bring himself to let you go. Afraid of the look you might give him or answer. Inadvertently he hugs you tighter as his face stays tucked in your neck.
"Don't say it's because I feel bad or anything." He swallowed hard on the lump in his throat, but bit the bullet and lifted his head from your neck to look at you under him, "I want to. I want to be...around you more...both of you."
A quiver to your bottom lip. Eyes searching his face for a trace of doubt. Until finally your gaze falls on his golden eyes fixated on you. That tremble to your lip disappears when he doesn't waiver. Replaced with a big smile and a little giggle, "We'd both like that very much."
Nuzzling your nose against his. Kei steals another kiss. Unbelievably so feeling his lips curl into a smile against your own. Fingers tracing small circles against his neck as the kiss fades, Kei reburies his face in your neck and hugs you tight under him.
"Your son?" Kei mumbles worried about the one thing that might be an issue.
You giggle and lean your head against the side of his as you hug him tight against you even as none of you make a single motion to move away. Realizing this might be the first night in months that you don't cry yourself to sleep amidst the rest of everything else. You kiss the side of Kei's head and feel him do the same with a kiss on your shoulder, " Don't worry. He's always wanted to have breakfast with you."
Something about that made the tall man laugh and he had to add, "And you?"
You shut your eyes instead of staring at the ceiling. Just enjoying the warmth as the two of you lay together as Kei continues to pepper your shoulder his kisses, "I'll have a cup of coffee."
"How about a cup of coffee and a kiss?" Kei lifts his head to look at you.
That same smile spread of your lips and Kei fights everything in him not to kiss you right then and there, "Yeah. A kiss and coffee sounds perfect."
warnings: pretty much smut under the cuttt, oral(both receiving), unprotected sex, soft core. Lowkey dom ig?
• Peter Parker was something else. Especially in the sheets.
•the boy could write a five page thesis on the three inches of skin below your belly button and the small freckle that was directly in the center.
• most of the time you two had sex it was rough, it was his and your way to release tension and anger.
•tonight was very different, he came home from work early and decided against patrolling tonight.
•”I’ve just realized I work so much I sometimes forget to take care of the important things in life”
•he whispered very close to you, his hand cupped your head, thumb sliding across your cheek in pure adoration.
•your knees nearly buckled already.
•he spent the next hour cleaning while cooking one of your favorite meals, you sat on the counter Next to him, both you sipping on wine and singing to the music you were playing.
•after eating the two of you cleaned the kitchen residing to the couch for some light tv.
• cuddling didn’t last as long as he thought. You were quick to get your lips on him.
•whatever program on tv long forgotten, his hands resting on your stomach as you twisted around to reach his lips.
•your teeth nearly crashed with Peters as you put your tongue into action
• you pulled his bottom lip with your teeth moving down to kiss peters neck, rarely ever tainted with hickies You decided to plant one right in the center of his neck
•you’d turned to face him by this point hands going to undo his belt buckle.
•Peter had his head back almost groaning at the pressure your hands had applied to his crotch
•his hands came over top of yours
•”stop stop stop , tonights about you, let me take care of you”
•you just nodded under a sort of trance- dickmatized if you will-
• Peter moved in taking control of the kiss this time, making out with you till your lips were nearly raw, grinding into you consistently
•when your panties had soaked through you let out small moans and whimpers begging for more
•he snuggled into the crook of your neck immediately finding your sweet spot, kissing and sucking on it
•peters hand had wound into your pants fingers sliding into your underwear
• “fuck your so wet babe, I haven’t even started”
•his words were muffled in your neck but you heard him loud and clear, letting out a small plea
•”please Peter“
•he didn’t wait a second
•he moved you both so quickly you barely noticed he’d dropped to his knees in front of the couch
•peters pulled off you pants spreading your thighs as he observed the very clear and large stain of you own wetness
• Peter wrapped his index fingers on either side of your underwear, throwing them behind himself as soon as he got them off
•”oh fuck baby look, such a pretty pussy, so messy for me”
•Peters hands felt so big and strong as they hooked under your knees spreading them up and apart
•you thought of this as teasing but it was purely Peter being Peter, committing the image of you spread out and dripping
• his hands stayed firm against your legs, he kissed on your thighs before you felt the fan of his breath against you.
•you were used to obscene amounts of teasing so this was a walk in the park.
•until his tongue quickly licked up your folds lapping at your wetness before his lips wrapped around you clit sucking just enough to drive you wild
•your hips immediately bucked upwards as you let out a moan
•peters eyes stared directly back into yours as he rolled his tongue across your bud switching up the pattern of sucks
• “oh fuck Pete, fingers please” you begged him softly
•your hand had come down to rest on his head the other one holding against his hand
• in all honesty if he wasn’t holding your legs apart they’d be closing around his head, Peter had never given you such quick gratification and it was hitting like a ton of brIcks
• but alas Peter listened one hand pulled away from you before his middle finger dipped into your aching hole
•he pushed in, the soft gush of your wetness was barely audible over your moans.
•you had almost immediately clenched down on the digit wishing for more as he slipped in and out
•Peter pushed back in again, this time with two fingers as his lips left your clit
• he pulled away his fingers still thrusting in and out of you
•you could almost see his dark side take over for a second as he dropped his head to spit directly on your clit
• ”taste so good baby, your close I can feel it“
•the tightness of Peter pants was nearly killing him at this point and he was determined to make you cum
• “cum on my face like a good girl mkay”
•his words sent chills down your spine and you ached for release, murmuring out an almost unintelligible ’yes sir’
• Peter ducked his head down his soaking wet fingers pulled out and went immediately to your clit as his tongue entered you
•his trained muscle pulling higher pitched moans out of you as he pushed up against your g-spot making you see stars
•Peter glanced up your eyes shut in bliss as you started gripping onto his hair
•his circles on your clit tightened Up and his tongue never stopped ravishing you
•” Peter I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum don’t stop”
•you said it as if he had any intention of stopping, legs Spasming in his grasp as you tipped over the edge
•your cum gushed against his tongue and chin, your lower half had lifted off the couch cushion chasing his face
•as soon as you had come down you opened your eyes to see Peter licking his lips, his nose and lower face glistening in your juices.
•”fuck come here“ you’d let out pulling him in by the back of his head
•the kiss heated and heavy, peter lifted you up slowly and carried you into the bedroom
•he set you down softly on the bed pulling his shirt off, you doing the same and stripping any remaining clothing
• your eyes danced around his naked upper half “I’m so unbelievably turned on by you”
• he glanced down at you at your statement, you were all doe eyed and looking up at him through your lashes
• Peter let out a soft chuckle hands going to his belt buckle
• you watched in Anticipation biting your lip as you watched his long fingers work to undo the loops.
•when he had pulled the belt off and dropped his dress pants you’d moved to remove your bra
• peter groaned “such perfect tits” his voice lingering in the air, one hand extending tugging your nipples into hard peaks
•this was the rare occasion of sex where you and Peter would just enjoy and worship eachother, except this time he simply wanted To make you feel good
• he brought Himself down feeling his chest run against yours his hand snaked up to your neck lightly grasping and turning your head
• ”I love you so much, your mind, your body“
•you felt the heat rush to your face, but it was no different than the rest of your body, inflamed by him and his love
•his hand moved and his head lowered sucking softly on your achingly stiff peaks, one at a time drawing for moans from you
• ”Peter” you spoke up his head lifting and eyes making direct contact with yours
• “I really need your cock right now“
• a soft smirk overtook his features, his eyes casted down at you as he stood up more fully “go ahead and scoot up for me”
•you scrunched your body all the way up to the headboard watching as he slipped off his boxers and climbed up towards you.
•when he got just close enough you spit Into your hand wrapping it softly around his stiff cock, his eyes immediately falling shut.
•”Peter?” His eyes shot open, “I know you said this is about me but I really want to Suck your cock” his hips had bucked up into your hand “please”
•he couldn’t resist that look, those words, and who was he to deny you your wish on a night about you
•you waited for permission watching the thoughts cross over his face, ”you know I can’t say no to you”
•you were damn near a kid in a candy store sitting up on your elbows as his knees began straddling your upper half
•licking your lips you removed your hand from him just to admire the big strong cock your loved so much, thinking of the countless nights you spent on it
•you wrapped your lips around the tip suckling on it and lookin up into his eyes, a blissed out look on his face.
•taking more into your mouth you bobbed up and down as much as you could in the position, small words of praise passing through his lips.
• “love you so much, love that Mouth”, “feels so good, doing so good for me baby”
•he slowly became a incoherent mess somewhere between you deep throating him and your hand massaging his balls
• Peter used all the force he hand left in his body to pull away from you, nearly cumming In the process
•”fuck you’re so good at that” he chuckles trying to alleviate the tension in his body
• you couldn’t help but smile and smirk before you felt the familiar throb down below, pulling him down just to feel your bare bottom half’s against eachothers
•lips crashing into his teeth and tongue, trailing down his jaw and neck, sucking at every pulse point you could find
•he pulled away one hand holding your hip the other sliding across his cock, your saliva and his precut still leaving a coating across him
• peter ran the tip across your slit hearing your wetness as he parted your lips
•he guided himself into you, your nail scratched along his back at the sensation, complete fullness.
•Peter had nearly collapsed on top of you. gasps emitting from both of your mouths “shit, always so tight, so wet” he groaned into your ear, hips rutting up against you an attempt to get as deep as possible
•you squirmed under him, his rosy tip grazing at your cervix as you tried not to death grip around him.
• “Peter please move- please I can’t take it”
•you always seemed to light a fire in him, he lifted one leg up over his hip sliding in almost deeper before withdrawing hips snapping up against your in full long thrusts
• all the intent he put into his thrusts was not lost on you, body jumping with every hit sliding up higher and higher against the bed, you were already a mumbling mess hands searching constantly for something to grab onto.
•Peter was in just as much bliss as you feeling your already right cunt grip against him with Every movement, warm wet walls just coaxing him into a state of full relaxation and pleasure
• Both of you were so worked up he felt he was teetering the edge “need you to cum for me pretty” you just nodded weakly guiding his hand to your clit
• “I’m there baby I’m so close” your thighs were pulsing and legs shaking, “love your cock so much, fuck always make me feel so good”
•Peter basked in the praise rutting up against you hand working overtime to get you there at just the right moment
•you replaced his hand with your on your clit feeling the urgency in his thrusts that only meant he would soon be overstimulated, the theory only proving more true as both his Hand immediately seemed the wood of your headboard to ground him.
• “know me so well” he muttered eyes clenched shut as he gave you the final few thrusts
• you gasped and moaned His name in pure elation, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you
• he couldn’t hold back back any longer, all he could think about was the sensation of you, the tightness the wetness the warmth, how good you smelt beneath him, how amazing You tasted on his tongue
•you heard the wood splinter and crack above you as he unloaded in you hearing him moan your name and mutter something about how amazing You were.
• as he came down he flipped you two over, still stuffed to the brim with him, peter was breathing deeply with a satisfied smile on his face.
• “fuck” the only word to leave his mouth in minutes of of breathing. his fingers massaged at the small minute bruising on your hip
•you both sat there for a moment taking in everything about eachother
•you were first to move , slowly lifting off his softening cock his cum running out and down himself and your thighs
• you had rolled over to the other side of the bed “I honestly don’t know if I could get up right now” you let out a heavy sigh feeling all the stickness between your between your legs with zero will to do anything about it
•Peter came to the rescue helping you to the bathroom
•both of you had cleaned up and returned to bed cuddling against eachothers naked forms
• at some point your remembered the headboard glancing up at the broken top that had cracked directly down the middle
• “I wonder how long till ikea employees start asking why I buy I new headboard every month”
warnings: the request is honestly the warning. + a lil degrading (whore, slut)
Request; I can't find an anonymous option for your asks, so if you do this, please keep the request anonymous. But if you want to do it, I always enjoy frat Tom being extremely cocky and somehow seducing a nerdy y/n to get on her knees for him and choke on his co*k, while he's dirty talking and smirking. He's just using her to get off essentially. Any storyline/buildup to get to that point is great, too! :)
You have no idea how you ended up here. Pressed up against a chiseled god in a frat house of all places. This wasn’t your typical scene especially on a Friday night which was usually exclusive to movies or studying.
either way you were enjoying yourself, lips locked and back pressed against a door. you felt... what’s his name? Tom. TOM? Yeah Tom, the words didnt feel right but the name was on the tip of your tongue as he kissed down you neck.
“fuck your so hot” he groaned hands starting to undo the first few buttons of your blouse, this wasn’t something Tom would usually do either. He was very specific about who he chose to have relations with but for some reason as soon as you stepped through the god forsaken threshold of kappa sigma alpha he knew he wanted you.
your legs were wrapped around his waist feeling his hard on rage against you, skirt askew and underwear pressed directly on his front. Tom set your feet on the floor pulling the cups of your bra down mesmerized at your body, he hadn't expected this.
he immediately ducked down planting big open mouth kisses on your areolas feeling the soft skin on his lips before sucking them till the where nice and stiff in his mouth.
when he swapped to the next one is when he heard it, the hitch in your breathing and the soft moan that followed. He loved your moans, which wasn’t common for him usually he hated how most girls sounded. but he could hear the genuine pleasure in yours. Tom almost craved your noises.
“fuck“ his voice was almost seething, he was aching in his pants as he grabbed your hips leaning into you ear. “Get on your knees for me pretty girl”
you did as told, dropping to your knees and looking up at him as you slipped your top and bra off. toms eyes zeroed in on your thighs, how soft they looked spread out and pressed down your skirt temping him even more.
youre ready for whatever you were about to get into with him hastily undoing his jeans and sliding them down. he stepped out of his pants and pulled his boxers off. Once he stood back up fully your eyes danced over his pretty cock.
“like what you see baby” he groaned stroking himself, “Cmon you can tell me“ you could feel his smirk, how his eyes burned into your chest and legs.
you didn’t answer hands going to his thighs and pressing your palms into them as you kissed and licked at the tip. tom threw his head back loving the way your lips felt on him.
you brought the pink tip between your lips before sliding his rather large cock down your throat. Nose pressed against his pelvis. You noticed his toes curl Into the carpet, if you lips werent stretched around him you’d be the one smirking now. “Fuck eager little thing arent you“ you said something he couldn’t hear muffled by his dick in your mouth.
you swallowed around his cock your saliva already running down your chin. You pulled your head all the way back suckling on his tip as you looked up at his eyes. tom was staring back hard, he never felt this close so quick, mesmerized looking into your eyes.
he saw the corners of your lips lift up almost like you were trying to smile before you slid all the way back down his cock, one hand coming up in between to massage his balls.
his body curled forward hands Pressing down hard into the wooden door in front of him, a sharp intake of breath and a groan “fuck darling“. You glanced up but continued sucking him off ,head bobbing back and forth on him. His knees were locking and he neared the edge many times but hadn't said anything. He felt as if he was floating.
you were pleased with your work with every labored breath, groan, and jump of his hips. he was still trying to keep dominance and control saying every Dirty word that came to mind.
“look so good, pretty lips wrapped around me“
“sucking like its gonna run away“
“fuck, doing so good, such a good whore huh?”
you could feel your soaked underwear beneath you. one hand still gripping his thigh for balance as you pulled off stroking his cock while you took a breath, “keep talking like that and your gonna get yourself in trouble Holland” , he chuckled lowly “you don’t even know the half darling. Get back to it now I’m aching”
you rolled your eyes before lowering his cock into your mouth once again. Tongue rolling over every vein, nook, and cranny. He starting saying small words of encouragement he wanted to cum badly.
you almost couldn’t take it, one hand snaking down between your legs and into your panties, rubbing over your clit in loose circles. when you moaned around him he shuddered. Tom looked down pulling your hair back and together away from your face as he got a good look. as he was admiring your beautiful features you looked up locking eyes with him, they were wide pupils blown and lust controlling them. You had moaned again eyes shutting slightly and thats when he took notice to the motion of your arm, glancing down to the hand stuffed under your skirt.
“fuck lookie here little slut must love my cock” he groaned. He was so enticed by everything you did as you took him down your throat swallowing around his cock before grasping his balls once more.
“fuck oh god, I’m gonna cum” he released your hair using both hands to balance with the door. feeling his thigh muscles tense against your hands As he came you swallowed quick letting his hips fuck against your face as he chased his high all the way to the end.
you pulled back swallowing completely, watching him pull his briefs back on. looking up at him, he was smiling back down before he grabbed your arm, pulling you up to his level. “that was amazing” he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip “sweet little mouth” tom smirk made your face warm as he closed the distance between the two or you” right as his lips kissed up your neck he whispered “did so well I’ll let you pick the position I’ll fuck your brains out in”
peter parker x stark!daughter their first time smut
notes/summary: car smut. i am literally supposed to be studying but i hate math. feel free to continue dropping requests or thoughts into my inbox. everyone featured is of age.
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It was your standard “have her home by midnight” and Peter wasn’t about to waste any time.
You were tucked in the backseat of his aunt’s Buick, him hovering heavy over your chest, shirts strewn off to the side a long time ago. His lips are quick, and so are his hands. You feel him all over; fingertips like greased lightning across your flesh in a game for more.
More time. More of you. More of everything. He just couldn’t get enough.
I’m gonna give you something to remember me by. Every time you take your pretty little top off, it’s gonna be me underneath. Every goddamn time.
Granted, you can’t complain. Your dad was sending Peter on a mission somewhere along the West Coast, and you would be lying if you said the thought of all the bikini tops and miniskirts he would be around didn’t make you the least bit nervous. The California sunshine had a certain effect on people.
This was as much for him as it was for you.
His teeth drag across your skin in a way that you can only describe as a gnaw of sorts. Like a dog to a bone. He’s hungry.
“I love you.” You breathe.
The words cause him to hitch. Peter lifts his head from where it’s buried in between the juncture of your neck, honey brown orbs swallow you in with a newfound desire. Your stomach flips.
“D’you mean that?” His voice is husky, and there’s a little crackling to it. The kind you would hear if you were sitting before a fire, and the night sky was threatening to blow it out, turn it into dust. It was the kind that falters.
“I do.”
A heartbeat. Then, two. You start again. “You don’t have to say it back. Just thought you should know since, y’know, you are ditching me for a mon-”
He catches the last of your sentence between his lips. Swallows the sound, lets it run down his throat, lets it sit in the pit of his stomach where butterflies bed. Just as you’re about to kiss him back, he pulls away. Foreheads flush against each other, noses brushing.
“I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you.” States Peter. That’s how he says it - a statement. Like it was the most obvious thing.
Like you should have known all along.
Neither of you waste much time after that. The rest of your clothes are tugged off, lips collide in a manner so eager and ravenous, it was as though the burgers you had a couple of hours ago never even happened. Peter tastes of strawberry milkshakes and tomatoes, and his scent is pure, pure adrenaline. Legs entangled, fingers intertwined, he fills you up so whole you almost feel complete. Like this is where he belongs.
There’s a burning between your legs, and you buck your hips up impulsively. Your head skyrockets up a bit to bite down on his collarbone as you let out something of a groan into his skin there. Tears brim your eyes. This wave of both pain and pleasure hits you - hard.
“Shit.” Moans Peter. “Shit, shit, shit, sh-”
One hand steady on your waist, the other finds its way into your hair and he gently pulls your head back just enough to see your face. Your eyes are still squeezed shut as you feel his fingers tuck stray strands behind your ears. “You’re so pretty, baby. So, so pretty.”
He still hasn’t moved. He’s waiting for you.
“Peter.” You cry.
“Sh. Sh. Lemme look at you for a sec.” He cooes. “Wanna remember this forever.”
Then, your eyes flutter open. His gaze is heavy under hooded lids, but there’s something of a drunken smile on his face. He brings his forehead up to yours again, his lips brush against yours but he doesn’t kiss you. Just lets the two of you be in each other’s presence.
Summary: a fun day at the compound leads to getting caught by your less than approving dad
warnings: smut with lots of plot have fun
Everyday felt like a never ending date. But in a good way.
You and peter have been together for a while, 10 months to be exact. And nobody knew, well nobody means the avengers your friends and... okay so everyone knows except your dad and happy but hey! Don’t judge the mans scary about his kid. Not that you were scared but more of Peters sake.
The affair started about a year ago, you hung out when he stayed at the compound. He was the only person there under the age of 30 and you two hit it off. Then days at the lab together and so on. You begged your dad to transfer you to midtown and after almost two months of begging and throwing tantrums he agreed, under the pretense you had all your classes with peter and we’ll that was just a bonus.
So then from there you kissed a kiss turned into kisses and dating and homecoming and now your here 10 months later cuddled up against him in the most not obvious way watching a movie with your dad and the rest of your family.
“Nat I swear to god your telling me you wouldn’t fuck him” Wanda whispers sneaking a peak at vision,making sure he hadn’t heard,before focusing back on the movie. You and peter hadn’t stopped your incessant tapping, yes you learned Morse code as an avenger study but you always put it to use in times like this.
He finished pressing out I love you to the skin on your back. A little smile played on your faces as you sat up more in your seat, “hey dad will you go get me more popcorn?” You looked down at him he was a row in front of you in the makeshift theater. And for a stark we all know what “makeshift” means he just nodded grabbing your bowl “Hey me too” Bucky laughed extending his arm to hand his bowl.
Hold up let me explain the seating.
In the front row was nat, Wanda, your dad, and Bruce all huddled together as the scary can and will kill you if they’re angry tier
Then middle row you on the end seat peter next to you and Bucky and Steve on his other side -the soft kid at heart tier
And the third row had vision, Sam and Thor the undecided, we got in to late to pick a good spot tier?
Tony enjoyed culturally enriching the group of misfits and had on a Risky business and sandlot marathon. Right now your halfway through sandlot and halfway through your pantience to go the fuck to bed.
Leaning over into Peters ear you whispered “can you sleep in my room tonight?” He nodded before turning to whisper back “how am I gonna do that, what if mr. stark comes in” you rolled your eyes and kissed him softly, you guys weren’t fans of pda but it was just a peck
“He won’t just come by after everyone’s sleep and I’ll lock the door” it was a good enough answer because he nodded before turning back to the movie just as tony came down the isle handing you both bowls of popcorn, hot buttery and fresh just how you liked it.
By the time the movie ended it was almost 12 and everyone was off to sleep, except tony, he headed down to the lab to work on something and you headed off to take a shower.
Post shower and ready to drag yourself into bed you looked up at the ceiling fighting sleep when you heard your door creak, Peters eyes darting around the dark room till they landed on your stiff body “hey are you awake” you nodded stupidly “yeah I’m up” you twisted around in the sheets, scooting over so he could have get half the bed, “is my dad asleep?”
He just shrugged as he climbed into the bed “Friday where’s tony” you asked aloud, one of your favorite parts of the new update was tracking where you all were in the compound. “Mr.stark is in suite” you just shook your head a little “safe and clear” peter sighed resting into the bed comfortablely, “I can’t believe you own Spider-Man pants” you giggle looking at him Choice of pajamas
You two talked for a while about nothing and everything as you usually did, you fell asleep and peter just watched for a while, you’re tense expression dwindle away drooling on his chest as you curled up tighter against him. It wasn’t long until sleep over came him and he too slept long and hard.
When you woke up, you rushed peter out and back to his room stealing kisses and feeling the adrenaline of doing what you’re not supposed to.
And this continued for a week, a full week of blissful domestic sleeping, the best sleep of your life. Cuddled into your boyfriends body and completely aware of your maybe consequences.
Friday night you sat around the dinner table. “Not for you to take this the wrong way but when is May getting back peter?” Sams question has everyone’s eyes on the two of you, trying to his the fact your holding hands under the table “she’s supposed to get back Monday-I’m excited I haven’t seen her in forever” Sam just nodded to the answer going back to his mash potatoes.
After dinner you all gathered in the living room to play some games laughing and fights and boards flipping halfway through a game of life. “Yknow Thor maybe you should have six sets of twins” everyone laughed at the joke seeing his two cars trailing behind another. “Haha, you and peter are probably the only ones here who will have kids” Wanda blurted and you wanted to dissolve. Of course tony hadn’t taken that the wrong way but everyone kinda shut up. The game ended with vision being victorious and everyone went their separate ways.
Peter was the next to slip up, on Saturday night you were doing what you usually did, watching a horrible reality show on Netflix about nothing but sex and bikinis and girls with awful fake tans. Bucky, who luckily always found a way to spend time with you on saturdays, was really invested though he’d never admit. “I really really thought brad and Angela were gonna get together by the end of that episode” you laughed at his commentary.
Bucky was sitting criss cross on the floor between your legs as you sat on the couch “Bucky I swear your hairs gonna look.. fantastic” you chuckled as you braided another section “are you sure you don’t want Rasta beads on the front” he scoffed eyes still trained on the tv in front of him “no sam would laugh at me and Steve would probably make me take them out” you leaned to the side and forward to look at him smirking and continuing with trained hands at the clusterfuck of braids in his hair
“I think when you take these out your hairs gonna be like beach wavy” taking a comb and brushing out another section “like micheals hair?” You sometimes forget he’s not up to date on all the technical girl stuff “yeah micheals hair makes him like 10 times hotter”
“Who’s hot?” You practically jumped out your skin, Bucky got startled and went into defense “Peter what the fuck, you don’t sneak up on people like that!” You slung an arm over the back of the couch to hit him but he just laughed and swung over to sit next to you. “Another trash reality show marathon” he laughed as he watched the show along with you.
As more time passed you stopped paying attention to peter, when you finished buckys hair you leaned back and curled into the blanket. Watching peter now, he never really got into these show like you and Bucky, you didn’t even get into these shows like Bucky.
And then you felt the little pang of jealousy you got when a girl tried something with peter, he was obviously always uninterested in anyone but you. “Did you just look at her ass?” Peter broke his gaze from the tv and fixated on you “what?” Buckys eyes left the tv too looking between the two of you on the couch opposite to him, mouth full of frosted mini wheats straight from the box.
“You totally just checked that new contestant out, stared at her ass!” He laughed and the got serious once he realized you werent joking. “Babe.. you’re kidding right?.. I really didn’t even look and–“
“What’s all this babe stuff peter” both of you stopped shellshock and turning your heads to look at your dad fridge open as he rooted through it “it’s- uh.. yeah- hey mr. stark” you wanted to laugh and piss yourself at the same time.
“It’s some new slang stuff tony, Yknow how the kids are today” Bucky covered for you as he got up to put his Wheaties away “I’m gonna head to bed kid don’t watch it without me” he winked as he turned around shooting finger guns at tony- “goodnight buck” you all chimed at the same time
“Jinx”
“Double jinx”
“Triple jinx” you all harmonized like a well oiled machine, your dad let out a deep chuckle as he stirred his fresh coffee
“Okay cut it out, since you don’t look busy why not come help me in the lab kid” you both looked up excited and tony looked at you a little sad, “we can work on your new suit” you just let your smile fade and nodded
You three walked down the hall together in complete silence “so dad, this is like the seventh?- seventh right peter?- super spidey suit and I’ve yet to see mark one of iron girl” peter nodded to your predictions statement and tony just rubbed his temple as he picked up the speed and hurried to the lab peter going too. You stopped at your bedroom door “I’m still gonna be asking for it in the morning” you shouted at them and tony just looked at you down the hall smiling at his little girl.
You stopped at struck a quick pose “I am iron man” you mocked his voice, you could see the skin around his eyes crinkle when he laughed just as the elevator door shut them from view. And you headed into your room.
Not a few hours later peter snuck into your room, you paused the movie you were watching and looked at him as he slumped into your bed half sleep already “Yknow I had to call your dad babe for the past 3 hours because he didn’t believe it was slang”
“Hey you’re the one slipping up not me- and god please never call me babe again I already am my father” he chuckled against the pillow his face was smushed in “cmere baby I wanna cuddle” you rolled your eyes and clicked off your tv “Peter any form of babe- not even bae- is acceptable anymore, get creative”
Then came Sunday- the day known to be wasted away worrying about everything you have to do and getting none of it done.
Soon after checking if tony was in his suite you texted peter
You:Come over peter
Peter parker:The last time you texted me that... 😏
you:Just get your ass over here I want to cuddle
You didn’t hear him till your door pushed open and he came into the room. He sauntered over and kissed you. “Hey” he smiled pulling away “hi” , “so what do you wanna do tonight” he asked sitting on the edge of your bed.
You pulled your legs into a cross cross position sitting up against the headboard, “I don’t know, wanna make out?” He just smiled at the brashness murmuring a soft ‘yeah’ as he climbed foreword kissing you. Soft kisses turning into strong ones and you were laid down peter over top of you savoring every second.
“Y/n..” before the words left his lips you’d already felt his hard on press on your thigh for a second. “Are you okay if we..” you asked, usually when you guys did it it was at Peters house and this was new territory.
Peters eyes locked with yours, your peaceful demeanor soothed his anxietied state. He started kissing you again grinding against you this time. Your hands that were draped around his neck ran through his hair finding purchase on the back of his head. You loved being close to him just as much as he did you. The heavy weight of his body against yours made you relax, you felt safe.
Your kiss moved to his neck sucking a small bright red spot that’d be gone by morning you tapped at his side to turn over and you two did just that, resting on his abdomen before scooting down, kissing at his collar bones that peaked beneath the shirt.
You tugged at the top, pulling it up and over his head before just scooting it off the bed. “As much as I’ve seen you peter, I miss you so much” he had the most blissful look in his face. Completely content. Lips a bright shade of pink tucked into a smile. You went back to kissing all down his chest admiring every part of your boyfriend.
“I love you” you smiled and pick your head up to look at him “you what?” He never wanted to pull you down on top of him more “you heard me”
“I love you more peter” you punctuated the statement pulling your sleep shirt over your head. “Can I-“ you gestured to his shorts tucking your index fingers into the waistband of his boxers “yeah” his throaty response stung at your ears.
You pulled both the offending items of clothing off his hard cock sprang up and rested back against his abdomen while you dropped the clothes off the bed. Hands landing on his thighs, gently patting and rubbing the muscular legs you adored.
You pressed down on him leaning forward to kiss him before going back down hand wrapping around him, his head fell back on the pillow already. You pumped him slowly kissing at his v line admiring your work as Peters breath shortened.
You licked your lips before wrapping them around the tip, sucking slowly, tongue twirling over his slit tasting his oozing Precum leisurely taking more of him into your mouth. “Fuck, y/n” Peters hand slipped into your hair. He wasn’t a head pusher but he liked to rest his hand and feel your movements, something to ground him and not get lost in his senses.
You kept bobbing he let out faint noises of moans. “Y/n I can’t be quiet you know that” voice strained and quiet
You lifted off him, a bit of spit had dribbled out your mouth, a slick string of mixed bodily fluids attached you to him. “Hey, FRIDAY put on sound control. Block the whole room out” you spoke fast. “Yes miss stark” the response made you happy.
“What the frick is that” you looked at him massaging his thighs again before stroking his cock. “We had to add an update because I play music too loud for people to sleep. It’s just in my room” you smiled at him and he gracefully laid back to his resting position
You returned to your previous activity’s sucking harder. He didn’t hold back letting out all the beautiful sounds he knew you loved to hear. “That’s it baby” hands returning to your hair as his hips threatened To jut out. You took a hand down petting and rubbing his balls coaxing his first orgasm out.
Peter groaned hard, not expecting to cum so quickly his hot load shooting in your mouth, swallowing quickly and pumping him through his high. Scooching up to rest above him he pulled you into a heated kiss, stomach hot and body aching, wishing to be touched. He pushed at your shorts sliding them down your thighs as much a he could. You lifted one knee at a time trying to get the clothing off. Somewhere in that your tits ended up in his face as he watched you struggle “babe” he chuckled watching you wiggle around in attempt to remove your clothes.
You looked up at his face, he was smiling tenderly post laugh and you just gave up sitting down on your bottom to pull them off your ankles, taking the time to take off your underwear. “I could’ve helped” he fake pouted running a hand from your calf to your knee then up to your thigh as he moved over top of you.
Peter kissed your neck giving warm wet kisses down your chest. He flicked at your nipples before wrapping his lips around one sucking generously eliciting vague sounds of pleasure from your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his mid section, Peters body slotted perfect in the space between your legs. You leaned your head back bumping into the headboard as his tongue swirled and lapped at the bud “ow” hands slipping to hold the spot.
He pulled away fast “are you okay?” Full of concern “yea yea just keep going” you burned in embarrassment as he smiled back, nothing ever seemed to go as smoothly and as sexily as you imagined. Peter leaned back down sucking the other abandoned peak into his mouth, he picked up on the tongue swirl you’d done to him earlier. Caressing at your hip, you looked down seeing his back muscles flex in the dim light coming through your window. “God you’re so sexy” words slipping past your lips in pleasure.
You could feel the smile against your chest as he continued hand sliding between your body’s to your aching core, nimble fingers dancing in all the right places to make you sweat. “Peter” the soft moan of his name had him jumping. Finally letting his fingers glide though your folds, wet and eager.
His head descended kissing down your stomach before placing soft kisses across your hips, legs parting when his three middle fingers rubbed at your clit, fluid and steady movement supplying just the right amount of gratification to leave you dizzy.
Your hips raised involuntary, one of his hands come up to push you back down.
He pulled his fingers away from you, a soft whimper at the loss of the stimulation he provided. “Peter-“ you’re voice was hoarse and whiny as you looked at him so badly wanting him to do something,anything.
“Peter please just fuck me” you could feel the air that left his mouth hit your thigh when he let out a chuckle, your body was hot all over and all you wanted was him. Peter craned over you kissing you more his knee coming between your thighs as you went to shut them.
When you two parted you leaned over to get a condom turning back to peter, sitting on his haunches between your parted legs, his hand wrapped around his cock as you opened the foil packet.
Almost as soon as you’d discarded the packet peter had the condom on and pulled you back to the bed kissing down your neck and shoulder “I love you y/n” hot messy words as he kissed your knuckles fingers interlocking as he held your hand.
You looked down between you two taking the one free hand you had to guide him in, sighs of practical relief left both of you as he slowly sunk in. Your free hand is just now as interlocked as the other, the back of your hands pressed into the sheets Peters nails digging into the fabric below as he started to move his hips.
He groaned so softly “fuck” he kept the slow pace he’d started, wanting you to fully adjust. “Please go faster” your breathy voice that theatened to moan was enough for him to increase his pace. Both your breathing and the sound of you bed creaking filled your ears.
Your legs wrapped around his hips, a loud moan left your lips as he hit the spot he’d been looking for adjusting to hit it with every thrust. Peters lips felt warm and wet when he bit on your shoulder removing a hand from your grasp to hike your leg up. “Fuck you’re so tight” he sounded breathless.
You bit your lip “let me ride you” he continued thrusting and then stopped abruptly “and it’s not even my birthday?” He smiled coyly pulling out as you two switched positions, Peters hands reaching out and greedily grabbing your thighs. You flipped your hair around getting it out your face grabbing onto his shoulders and raising your hips off his lap as he helped himself running his tip along your slit the rubber glistened even more “go ahead sit on it like a good girl” if you weren’t so ready to cum you’d have blushed but he knew just how to egg you on.
Lowering down onto him felt like being impaled in the best way possible “fuck” starting with a grinding motion and starting to rock up and down, the bed squeaking even louder. Peter brought his hand down to rub your clit, going over in a back and forth motion, your hips bucked up to him and a loud moan ripped through you “fuck peter don’t stop” he knew just how to bring you to the edge.
You bounced faster on him his fingers working magic “peter- fuck I’m so close- can I please cum?” He nodded one hand on your waist to help guide you “cum on my cock baby” you whimpered at his words before cumming hard around him clenching down and eyes rolling back “holy shit” you breathed out against the skin of his neck as you his in the crook, body slumped and leaned forward. He was still hard and ready inside you “use me Pete” you whispered in his ear kissing his sweet spot.
Peters hands ventured at your waist rubbing the skin before he grabbed handfuls if you hips his fingers dug into the skin of your ass as he gripped hard, picking your body up and moving you up and down him- god what his super strength could do “who’s is this huh?” He asked as you pulled your head out of hiding moaning a ‘yours’ as he moved your body all on his own. power and Dominance in every movement
You were a mess- your cum coated his cock as it pulled against your sensitive walls “pete- I cant just-“ you whimpered out as he just dropped you down on himself over and over. the sound of you body colliding back with his rang in your ears and you bit your lip to hold back a moan “cmere baby” Peter thumb cradled your chin as he pulled you in for a wet hot kiss, you’re eyes felt sewn shut you were breathing heavily through your nose as you let him in swallowing his groan as he thrusted up slowly the short quick movements seem to hit ever spot you could imagine in such little time “peter let’s- holy fuck- let’s switch” you pulled off his face and he nodded, hand firm gripping himself to pull out and flip you two over.
His warm hands held on to the expanse of your back before just tipping you straight off his lap onto your back, instead of into your pillows you now looked up and seen your footboard as peter smiled down at you before kissing your neck, soft wet open mouth kisses full of every tender moment his actions might have lacked.
Your hands came down around his neck one dancing across the tender skin from your previous attacks, the other gliding through his hair and grabbing at the bit on the nape of his neck- “Peter” you moaned breathlessly
Peters hands had found its ways to your thighs as he kneeled over your body. Fingers leaving impressions from grabbing at you. He sounded just as breathless as he pulled off you admiring the mark he left- soft red and swollen soon to be dark and purple. He lifted your legs and moved you around, adjusting to an easier position.
“Tell me you want it- tell me you want me as much as I want you” his face was red and hot, he still looked so soft and nice sittting above you “fuck- peter I want you” you grabbed his hand lacing your fingers just as he did before. He moved his hips easily finding his place sliding in so perfectly “it’s like you were made for me”groaning he commented. the silence that surrounded you both felt so comforting and empty- filled by every noise made in the room. The light bed rocking, gasps and groans as he quickened- the skin on skin contact decimating into a tune you’d hum the next day.
As he moved longer and stronger he let go of your hand pushing his into the bed propping himself up as he rocked into you. Your legs wrapped around his pert ass, his toes digging deep to keep traction on the soft sheet. “Fuck y/n” he breathed through gritted teeth
“Peter I’m so close- are you with me”
He nodded biting his lip, looking down to where you wrapped around him so perfectly “I’m right behind you”
He let the consistency of his movement out the window, he was hitting deep and hard and fast. “Peter-“ you grabbed his bicep “cum in me” he locked eyes with you if he wasn’t so caught up in making the two of you finish he would have had a kid in a candy store expression. Instead he quickly pulled out taking the condom off and sinking back in, soaking in the feeling of his bare cock in you, everything he’d imagined and more. But he could barely ground himself at the moment he had to focus on the rough feeling of raw knees pressing into mattress.
Everywhere you touched left fire, every noise you made sounded like birds chirping on a Sunday morning, everytime he looking at your face eyes shut in pleasure holding your self back, waiting for him.
It was all too much “y/n— holy shit— I’m gonna cum” he moaned hips twitching and eyes rolling as he came feeling the relief of the tension in his stomach as his coil snapped. Jutting in and out a few times relishing in the feeling of you, hot, wet, messy and tight. Feeling you pulsate after you came.
He collapsed on top of you, dick buried deep, chests heaving against one another, your legs wrapped right around him. You could hear him swallow deep in his throat as he let out another deep breath. “Holy shit best one yet” he groaned feeling your chuckle vibrate against his ribs. You ran idle hands through his hair, regaining from your own orgasm.
You two sat like this for a minute until he got enough and pulled away “god damn” he muttered just enough under his breath to not be heard. Pulling out slowly not wanting to go, admiring everything he’d been able to do. “I feel sticky” you locked eyes as you both looked down
“I can’t believe you let me do that” he fell over next to you on the bed, you scooted over to give him more room. “You deserve it, plus I’m on birth control now”
“Your what!?” He smiled and practically giggled picking his head up to look at you.
You just nodded “I said I had cramps” you elaborated. He just kept breathing an arm sneaking down to play with your hand “we should tell them”
You sat up looking down at him “if we tell we can’t do things like this” you frowned
“Am I just a secret to you?” He didn’t sound accusing, he sounded sad.
Pity and guilt filled your chest. “It’s not like that and you know it- I just wanna-“ you readjusted your searing and looked him in the eyes
“Stealing moments like these make it worth it for me, but tommorow I’ll shout from the rooftops I’m in love with peter Benjamin parker, dad be damned”
“Dad be damned” he chanted, bright toothy smile in place
“Scream it now, sound proof and all” he gestured around the room
You shut your eyes and shook your head,
“IM IN LOVE WITH PETER PARKER” you shouted
“Cmere let’s get you cleaned up” peter groaned, sitting up and taking you with him on his way off the bed
Afterwords you two laid in bed “do you know what time it is” you mumbled against his side as you curled up against him
“Snack time?, please I want grapes” Peter brushed some hair out of your face as you groaned
“I don’t think I can get up I’m so tired” you looked up with a pout sitting up onto your forearms, cradling your head. “... but if you give me a piggy back ride” you smiled and he leaned in kissing your forehead, soft lips pressed against the sweat soaked skin.
“Deal.. but I want one on the way back”
You immediately furrowed your brows and he chuckled “I’m kidding, I’m kidding... unless”
“Shut up” you laughed at him leaning off the bed to pick up the discarded clothes from earlier. Tossing his shirt and shorts over and sitting up to put on your shirt the two of you got up
You piggy backed all the way to the kitchen, being as quiet as you could.
It was complete silence, you could hear the flick of the light switch, overhead lights shutting on and illuminating the common area.
“Do you think Sam ate all my grapes?, I swear to god I’m this close to making tony call a meeting” he turned to like at you as you jumped onto the counter just shrugging.
When the fridge door opened it lit up his face, the led glow compared to the light created by Tony’s green initiative was nothing.
“And what would the queen of stark industry, miss y/n stark like to snack?” He joked with you turning and flashing an award winning smile
You shrugged hopping up to open a cabinet. You found the worst best snack In the world. The peanut butter and jelly two in one and a spoon. Breakfast of champions.
Peter watched you crack the jar open leaning against the island and popping a grape in his mouth. “I don’t know how you eat that” he laughed “I mean how psycho do you have to be to eat a pb&j minus the bread” you rolled your eyes “for one- it is good- your just a baby about trying new things and two— did you just call me psycho?” You hopped back into your place on the counter watching him with murder eyes as he flushed with color. “I kid” he shrugged.
You two giggled and talked. eventually you closed the lid on your jar and he zipped the packaging of him grapes and you were on his back once more.
You immediately fell into bed shrugging off your shirt “were still cuddling I hope you know” you looked at peter as he took of his shirt and shorts. He met your eyeline a little smile on his face “and who am I to deny you cuddles?” He joked around before falling immediately silent. You had lifted your hips and slid your underwear off under the covers, thinking nothing too much of it before just throwing them on the ground.
But peter couldn’t help but feel a slight excitement. He never really said anything but he like the idea of the two of you sleeping naked. He doesn’t really know why. So he just went over the foot of your bed, adjusting into his spot on your bed. you flipped to be facing him just as he threw his boxers across the room. “You’re a mess peter” you mumbled scooching in closer to him, holding him across the abdomen and laying your head flat on his chest.
Peter liked the feeling of your skin against his, it was soothing almost therapeutic. You were quick to sleep so he just laid there in the dark playing with your hair and listing to your breathing. It wasn’t much longer till he too fell asleep.
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Early bird gets the worm was Steve’s thing. And apparently he thought the best course of action was shock. So he started with tony.
It took him a while but he eventually got tony to wake from his sleep. “What the hell are you doing Rogers”
Steven would just plaster on a bright smile “up and at em tony we’ve got big plans today” of course your father just grumbled and tried to turn back over. After a few minutes of Steve poking him he huffed and got out of bed.
Then they even to Bucky. Steve has this one down pack. Growing up the only way nicks mom could get him up on time was.... a wet willie. As much as Steve hated to pull this card he was more excited to have a productive day with the team. Something they haven’t had in a while
With Bucky awake they divided and conquered. Wanda, vision, Sam, Clint, thor, and Bruce were all quick wakes.
Now all nine of them stood outside of Natasha’s door. “I’m not doing it” Sam spoke up. An immediate uproar of ‘not it’ fell from the group. Steve eventually sighed and took the job of waking her up. Much to his surprise she was already up and in workout clothes. “Morning” she addressed Steve as he entered her room seeing the small flock of avengers .who were watching like this was the next best thing, scatter in the hallway.
Then that left you and peter.
It was bright early and seven am when you woke up with peter laying almost across your body. You had to push with a bit too much strength to get up, head groggy and eyes fuzzy.
upon standing You immediately felt the tingle between your legs that , from last experience, would go away to a dull ache in a hour or so. Hobbling into the bathroom you peed, washing your hands and splashing cold water against your warm skin. You had picked up your toothbrush when you heard footsteps of impending doom coming down the hall. “Oh no- oh shit” you mumbled dropping your toothbrush on the counter. Just as you got out the bathroom taking a side glance to peter who was passed out with the sheets and blankets pushed down his naked body past his thighs, only the knee down covered. “Peter” you whisper screamed. He stayed plum asleep no wiser to the world around him as you scrambled to find a shirt- any shirt- which happened to be Peters.
The soft knock on your door made you heart rate pick up. Peter twisted his head to the side but didn’t even wake up a little. “Y/n” you heard your dads voice. You almost shit yourself when the door handle moved. You looked at the lock in pure horror in the split second between the handle twisting and the door opening.
Peter forgot to lock the door after getting a snack. Peter forgot to lock the door. Your dad is coming through that door. Peter is completely asleep. Peter is completely asleep completely naked and completely exposed.
Fuck
You could hear tony shush all the avengers just as the door cracked open. He assumed you were asleep it being so early and all. When he opened the door and saw you, you froze in place. “Good you’re already up” Steve spoke up behind him.
At the same time Bucky Sam and nat rushed down the hall “peter isn’t in his room. Where could he be?”
Your eyes flashed quickly between your entire family standing in your doorway. Down to your fathers koala slippers and then up to his eyes, bright and cheery despite the obvious exhaustion he hid so well. By now his eyes had a chance to give you a one over. You were flushed and looked jittery and nervous. Then his eyes hit your bed.
And all hell broke loose.
“WHAT THE FUCK”
That one woke peter up.
“Dad” you tried to keep your voice calm
Peter frantically pulled the sheet up then the blanket all the way to his neck.
“UH— Mr.Stark I-Um fuck” he swallowed hard. His stomach was in his throat and he felt increasingly more uncomfy as the other avengers watched from the door.
Tony clasped his hands together and took a deep breath “peter I’m gonna ask this one time- and I don’t want you to lie” he spoke pointing his finger at him barely wanting to open his eyes after the sight he just had to absorb.
“Yes sir- mr. stark- sir” you had to close you eyes and shake your head. Peter was his mentee and, hell if you didn’t know any better you’d think your dad liked peter more, the most peter would get is a slap on the wrist and be on with it.
But here was peter parker acting like your dad would blast him down in the next ten seconds if he misspoke. “Okay-okay- why IN THE HELL are you NAKED in MY daughters bed?” Tony finally looked at the boys face. He was covered in a shade of red he’d never seen.
“Dad” tony whipped his head to you almost having forgotten you were right there. “You’re not speaking for him” he turned attention back to flustered, scared shitless, bare naked peter. “If I have to ask again, what the fuck is going on peter- for the love of god just say it”
“I’m in love with your daughter” peter whispered. You smiled and I love you too wasn’t practical in this situation but you mouthed it to him anyway.
Tony let out the deepest most exhausted sigh you’ve heard leave him in years and just shook his head “I can’t deal nor process this right now. So I’m going to go to my room and take a nap and I want to see you both as soon as I’m up” he turned and pushed past the rest of the power rangers to get out mumbling things under his breath your glad you couldn’t understand.
You turned and looked at nat who was hitting Sam who was trying not to laugh. “But mr.stark I’m in love with her” he mocked Peters voice. And you rolled your eyes. “I have no words” you looked him dead in the eyes. “And if you pick on peter about this again I’ll tell my dad you knew the whole time” Sam shut up quick and you slammed your door shut.
Peter let out a sight of relief sitting up in your bed. “Holy shit y/n tony knows”
You got into the bed handing him his boxers. “I couldn’t even care less right now I need another four hours sleep”
Peter laughed and curled up into a cuddle with you. “You’re just like your fucking dad”
SEND IN REQUESTS GO CRAZY I HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY TO WRITE AND NO IDEAS!!! Peter? Tom? Smut? hell at this point send in Arvin requests I luv every idea I get
Summary: Request; smutty hc of peter being aftercare king?
An:The ask got deleted after I wrote this so to the anon who asked for it here you go
Peter loved the feeling of your legs wrapping tighter around him as you got closer
He continued thrusting, feeling so close as you tightened around him
“Peter-fuck” your moans of his name kept him going “cum for me”
And oh did you. Hard and quick, slick walls coaxing his own orgasm out of him
It’s no secret peter has a thing for finishing inside you, nobody’s sure of the reason not even peter
It may be because he’s the only one who can do it, a sense of pride in what he’s loved and earned
Or it could be because he adores the sight of you dripping in him
And maybe the fact he loves not having to pull out, sinking completely to the mercy of your tight heat
General consensus says it’s a bit of all three
His eyelashes tickled at your shoulder as he blinked back into reality, after the earth shattering orgasms you two usually had.
He’d kiss the skin on your shoulder, to your collar bone, then your neck and face, smothering you in soft pecks as you giggled and pushed at him
Peter always knew how to be a sweet puppy right after doing the nastiest things to you
He picks his body up, alleviating the pressure from you, gazing down at you with withered eyes and a genuine smile
“I love you, so much” he’d whisper coming back close to you, bumping noses playfully
“I love you so much more” your soft response as he’d lean in your lips moving against eachother in harmony
When the love fest came to a stop he’d lean back up onto his knees, slowly pulling his softening cock out of you enjoying this as much as he did the prior activities
“Do you want me to help you clean up” followed with the patent peter pout he is aftercare king and all
You’d smile and comply letting him run off excited with his shenanigans
You’d wanna laugh seeing his bare butt as he searched for his boxers, peter would look over his shoulder and smile before giving into a laugh himself
After finding said boxers halfway across the room, sliding them on he’d go to the bathroom
You could hear the shower running, Peter hummed an unfamiliar tune, music to your ears
Peter retreated from the bathroom, coy smile playing on his lips when he’d scoop you up placing you on your feet before him
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” his hands would run around your arms gripping your waist before returning to your hand
He dragged you to the bathroom letting you step into the hot shower before he did
The water would be the perfect temp
Peter loves to wash your hair
His long fingers would scrape and massage the sweet scented shampoo into your hair
Peter really enjoyed taking care of you, and he also liked that you’d wash his hair just perfectly for him too
And he especially enjoys when you two wash eachother
He liked the intimacy of a moment like that, his hands running a soapy loofa across your back, leaving wet kisses on your neck
Peter would hold every body part so gently cleaning every inch of your skin with a tender touch
Kissing your shoulder, over the little bite marks he left, being extra careful with his movements in areas you’re more tender
And you’d do the same lathering up shampoo is in hair and giggling as you shaped it all straight up
“You’re such a goof” he’d laugh, huge grin from ear to ear and you couldn’t help but smile
Peter would always get out and immediately wrap you in a towel, he’d wrap your hair into another towel
Watching him wrap a warm towel around his waist, hanging just low enough
Peter would watch you in the mirror as you towel dried your hair
When you were finished he’d do that typical boy thing, grabbing your towel and shagging it through his hair
He wouldn’t take an if, and, or but. He would make you sit down and he’d rub your favorite lotion between his hands
Everything was warm and fuzzy
Hands massaging the skin of your legs
He’d kiss the little hickies on your neck
“I’m sorry baby” and he is being serious. He knows they sometimes hurt
Peter wouldn’t even let you get up to put on clothes
He’d simply take the towel right off and slide on whatever clothing you chose usually a T-shirt and undies
Not before looking at your boobs shamelessly
“Peter stop” you whine, you didn’t need him getting worked up for a round two
Peter always snaps the elastic band on your panties when he pulls them on, sad to see his second favorite site go back into hiding
The first is your face obvi
He would get a new pair of briefs before shuffling you around to pull the Blanket off to get a new, clean one
After he finally was happy with his work he would set up Netflix, new girl as always
You two would cuddle and laugh sometimes a little kiss here and there before you fell asleep
And that’s how you two would stay for the night with Peters head on your chest and his arm thrown across your stomach holding you close
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