Matteo And David

you were laying on the bed,  fully dressed, your white skirt riding up your leg just a little bit. peter was towering over you, still standing up, making his jawine look sharper than a knife. his frozen,blue gaze made you feel as if you’re being hunted down. like he’s the archer and you’re the prey. you could tell he wasn’t going to be gentle, but you weren’t complaining. 

peter doesn’t know what’s been going on, but you’ve been way too needy the whole day: slightly touching his hand, his leg, fixing his hair .. but also talking to him more than usual, and that’s been catching the attention of not only the kids, but dr. brenner’s as well. which was definitely not a good thing, but you knew , you knew all of this was driving the blonde crazy. he’d shoot you threatening glances from time to time, but that was part of the fun. you were getting on his nerves, but with every lingering touch, he was growing more impatient, and the adrenalline rushing through your veins was growing stronger and stronger.

‘take off your shirt.’ he spat. voice full of hatred, but infatuation as well. you’re already a mess, your brain barely functioning anymore. his voice was so calm, yet you knew he wasn’t going to take it slow, so you did just as he said. but you weren’t gonna let him win so easily.

‘what about your shirt pete?’ he couldn’t stand when you called him that. his eyes started burning, and he looked so,so good. he layed on top of you in not even a second, so you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

‘fucking brat. couldn’t even resist the whole day without touching me. you fucking touched starved? i’ll touch you then, angel. if that’s what you want.’ the blonde bitterly spoke, as he slapped your inner thigh. the feeling sent waves of pleasure up your core, and you let out a muffled whimper. his eyebrow raised at the sound, and his lips quirked into a devilish smirk. ‘yeah? already fucked stupid for me and i’ve barely touched you.’

this man was going to be the death of you. his hand slowly took off your skirt and panties , leaving you in just your white, see-through bralette. his long, slender fingers finally touched your cunt, moving in circular motions against your clit. without any warning, he pushed three fingers inside of you, and suddenly you could feel the cold metal of his ring send shivers down your spine.

‘fuck!’ you screamed, forgetting that anyone could hear you. in a matter of seconds, his free hand was covering your mouth, the grip he had on you being  a little too tight. 

‘shut the fuck up’ he whispered, while moving his hand to your neck, squeezing gently, and then harshly. you underestimated peter’s horrid nature. at this point, you weren’t even fighting for dominance with him anymore- there was no need. he won a long time ago, and you’d let him do whatever he wants to you. peter leaned in, a strand of hair falling on his forehead. he started to bite and lick down your neck. he was getting you so worked up, but every second of it was addictive. his hand movements became even faster, and you felt like you were about to break into pieces. you could feel your lower stomach slightly tightening , and you legs started shaking. 

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you arched your back, and peter detached his lips from your neck- his fingers still moving inside of you with ease, and the thick metal of his ring hitting a different spot everytime. he grabbed a handful of your hair as you rode out your high, his hands not even stopping for a second. 

‘think you can go for another one, y/n?’ peter teased. 

‘p-please i want you, not just this’ you cried, wanting to be even closer to him. you heard him chuckling.

‘what do you mean? i’m right here.’ you could barely hear his words through the buzzing sound in your ears. he’s only made you cum once but you’re already squirming beneath him. he took his time, torturing you, slowly dipping his head between your thighs. he gripped your thighs with his strong hands, squeezing way too hard. you knew it was going to leave marks.

‘‘look at my pretty girl. all mine.’‘ he admired, before licking stripes up your cunt. you already felt so sore, and he was making it worse. your thighs clenched around his head, as he groaned, pushing them back down, and holding them strongly. his mouth felt so good on you, and you could feel yourself reaching your second orgasm. 

‘f-fuck i’m close.’ the second you said that phrase you regretted it, because he stopped.