Insomniac angel

Oneirope is so Sore coded, it makes me sad /pos augjshshs wdym youre willing to be stuck in a timeloop to save your husband and help him change his fate bc u can't live without him??????¿¿ (I won't spoil much but omg it's rlly worth watching I love it sm nd I don't usually watch romance films !!! But this one gen made me cry,,

“Baby,” His deep voice interrupts your train of thought. “You know I love when you get like this but I can’t focus and I need to get this done.” Groaning, you get up from his lap to flop on his bed behind his desk. 

Soon, any sounds heard from his room are typing on his computer. You don’t dare turn around, opting to scroll on your phone. Ten minutes go by with your boyfriend ignoring you for his paper. You understand that he’s busy, but you just really want to be close with your boyfriend. It may be selfish, but you’re really just craving him. Peter can just feel like something's wrong, not with his spidey senses, but with his boyfriend senses.

Turning around his chair, he leans back. Today you had no class, so you just chose to wear some comfy clothes rather than your typical ruffles and skirts. Peter’s seen you in a sports bra and some shorts over a thousand times, and he can’t help but admire you. The shorts are doing a number on you, letting him fully admire your round ass. 

Not being able to help himself, he stands from his chair and walks over to you, rubbing one cheek, leaning over so he’s right above your ear. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” His voice damn near sends you into psychosis. 

Shivers go straight down to your core as you turn on your side. He’s taken his glasses off, so you’re able to see every freckle on his cheeks. Beautiful brown irises stare back at you as he awaits your response. “I miss you.” 

“Is that so? I missed you too, sweetheart.” He lays a delicate kiss on your lips as he continues to rub your ass. Peter moves so that he’s lying on his bed, pulling you on top of him. Immediately, his hands wrap around your waist as he sits back and admires you. “Are you bored?” He asks, thumb rubbing circles into your hip.  

You nod, resting on his lap. It was moments like this you loved and cherished. Like a scene out of a TV show, the picture-perfect couple. A hand moves from your waist to drag your face down to his. Lips interlocking, only to pull away after a mere few seconds. “Then what do you want to do?”

“What do you wa-?”

“That’s not what I asked baby.” Peter had a hidden talent for rendering you silent. You knew what you wanted to do, but you were too embarrassed to say it. It’s not like you can just ask your boyfriend of five months to fuck you into next week. Well, you can, but it’s more complicated when you have to initiate it. 

“I-” His gaze is unmoving, raking over your beautiful form. To him, you’re perfection personified, a true angel landed on earth, his to have and to corrupt.  The lone hand rested on your waist, fingers on the waistband of your shorts. “What do you want to do?” Peter says, demanding an answer from you. 

“I want….I want you to..” You can hardly finish the sentence. It’s almost like your body won’t allow you to finish the statement. Conditioning from years of hiding your own truth and wants. Peter knows this better than anyone. The hand that was resting on your face moves down to your shorts to join the other one. 

“I want you to-Can we have sex?” You blurt out, before hiding your face behind your hands. Warmth fills your cheeks as you shy away from your boyfriend. “Hey.” His response is immediate, and he sits up to properly hold you. 

“Of course we can.” Peter kisses your neck, then tugs at your shorts. “Can we take these off?” You nod as his gaze stops you in your tracks. “Words.” 

“Yes.” Shorts fall down your legs and join his shirt on the floor. He switches positions so you’re lying on your back. Peppering kisses along your bare midsection, stopping right above your pelvic bone. You can feel his breath as he slowly pulls your underwear down. 

The urge to close your legs to hide yourself suddenly invades your mind and actions. He stops you from holding your legs far apart. “Don’t hide from me sweetheart.” Kissing your inner thigh before tentatively swiping your sopping folds. You feel him shudder at this action, utterly obsessed with how wet you got for him. 

“You’re always so wet for me, baby. God I love you.” He murmurs into your pussy, tongue licking from bottom to top, spending an extra second at your clit. Your head falls back onto his pillows as you moan out loud. His head perks up at your moan, shushing you as he does. His frat brothers happened to be home, and he knew how much you hated it when they joked about you guys having sex. “Normally I would be thrilled that you’re so loud for me, but I need you to be quiet sweetheart.” 

Nodding, you try your best to conceal your moans and whimpers as he explores your heat with his tongue. The warmth of his tongue is felt as it caresses your walls, before bullying its way into your hole. Your legs clamp around his head as you grip the top of his hair. 

Slowly, a finger replaces his tongue as he moves upward to suck on your nipple, freeing it from the confines of your sports bra. Lost in a dreamy haze, you hardly notice that he’s added another finger to the sounds of your wetness being heard throughout the room. You can’t help but feel awkward as the sound of your slick just gets awkward, as he speeds up. 

Reaching down to grab his wrist, you can hardly muster a simple sentence. “Loud, it’s so-” A kiss cuts you off, his hand pulling you in by your neck. He understands what you mean; he always does. It’s a part of his charm and allure; he knows you so well. 

His fingers leave you as he licks them clean. Reaching over your sweat-covered body, he grabs his phone and connects it to his speaker. Music blasts from the device, as he smiles down at you and throws his on his dresser. “Is that better?” 

You want to nod, but know it’s not what he wants to see or hear from you. “Yes.” Your voice is like honey in his ears; it has a desperate tone that mimics your feelings. Peter shimmies out of his sweats and boxers and makes you sit up so he can take your bra off completely.  

He’s seen you naked a dozen times before, but he can’t help but admire you. Beautiful brown skin on a gorgeous body, usually hidden away by clothes, shades of pink, blue, and white—his beautiful, gorgeous, amazing girl. Peter lays kisses starting from your face, going all the way down to your feet. 

Carefully guiding his manhood towards your heat, he keeps looking at you. Peter’s quite big, and that’s a humble way of saying it. He’s thick and long, veins running from the base to his tip. It bullies your entrance, as your head falls back into the covers. Looking at his face, it’s easy to tell that he’s holding back from ramming in. 

“Almost there, beautiful, almost in.” Peter murmurs to himself, before fully sheathing himself inside of you. A large moan begins to leave your mouth as his hand clamps down. The other rests right beside your head. 

His thrusts have no rhythm to them, just erratic, and he’s so pussydrunk, so so pussy drunk. Abs clenching as he pounds into you, his own groans and whimpers barely being audible. “You’re taking me so well, you’re so perfect.” At this point, you didn’t know if he was talking to you or your pussy.  

Tears fall down your cheek, coating his hand as he removes it, going to kiss you instead. He flips you over, making sure your head’s not in an awkward position. Peter leans back, slapping your ass not too hard. “Arch properly, please, baby.” He’s not asking, nor is he commanding. He’s begging, and you give in. Turning your head so you can watch him, you adjust how you’re resting, arching deeper, ass playfully rubbing against his pelvis. 

Rewarding you for how quickly you reacted, his cock slides back in no problem. The force of his thrusts has you crying into his pillow. He reaches over to turn the volume of his speaker. His attention doesn’t stay off you for too long, grabbing you by the hips so you can be closer. “Take it, baby, take that dick.” He groans, looking at how you just take him, a creamy ring forming on the base of his cock. 

You start to get close to your climax, eyes rolling back into your head, and you swear you can see stars. Peter, the all-knowing boyfriend, knows the telltale signs of when you’re going to come, drags you up to be flush against his chest. Hand gropes your tit, pinching the nipple. “You gonna come for me, baby?” His voice tickles your neck as he sucks on it. 

Unable to form a sentence because of the sheer pleasure of your oncoming orgasm, you nod. His fingers fly to your clit, gingerly rubbing it, catapulting you into your orgasm. Body shaking as you feel take over you. Peter kisses you to swallow your moans, which have become louder than the music. He’s fucking you through your orgasm just as he’s done before. “That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing so good for me, that’s right.” 

Falling forward on the bed, his constant praises and reassurances barely heard. Peter’s still fucking you, determined to get off as quickly as possible. You clench against him unconsciously, your body naturally trying to help him get off. “You’re so good to me-fuck!” He pulls out quickly before finishing on your lower back, swearing as he rests his hands on his knees. 

Peter acts quickly, grabbing a tissue to wipe you off and changing you into clean underwear and one of his shirts. He puts on some shorts himself before forcing you under the covers. “You were so good for me. I love you.” He kisses the top of your head as he wraps his arms around your boneless body. 

You drift off into a deep sleep, the comfort of Peter making it easy. When you wake up a couple of hours later, he’s still in bed with you, typing up the ending paragraph for his lap report. You smile, burying yourself in his shoulder.