Britt :)

Once the clock hit midnight you pounced onto Peter. He hadn’t been injured too badly recently and it was a big day so you were going to make the most out of it.

The whole hour prior you had been teasing him, touching yourself in front of him but only over your (his) sweatpants. You locked eyes with him the entire time and made sure to let out little noises to tease him further.

But now that it was his birthday you could go all out.

You started by making out with him, grinding right on his aching bulge while you felt yourself getting wetter by the second.

His hands were all over you. First they were on your hips, helping you grind right against him then they were going up and down your back while you shoved your tongue in his mouth.

He moaned and you pulled away going down to his neck, leaving mark after mark all over before kissing every new bruise.

Your name came out like a prayer, needy and pretty, just how you liked it.

You left kisses along his collarbone plus a few more marks for good measure before kissing down his chest. You stuck your tongue out and licked down his chest then down his abs until getting to his boxers.

You looked up at him through batted lashes and he was already breathing heavily, eyes pleading. You gave him a smile and put a stop to your teasing, instantly pulling his boxers down and taking his cock in your hand.

It instantly throbbed as you let out a tiny chuckle before taking him into your mouth.

“Ah- fuck-“ he mumbled, bucking his hips up.

You got yourself comfortable between his legs then went down, taking more of him. You pulled up, spitting on it then stroked it two times before taking him back in your mouth.

This time you didn’t stop until he was all the way down your throat and he was moaning so much. You looked up at him, making him groan, his hands resting on your head — softly grabbing your hair.

You pulled back halfway then went back down, his tip hitting the back of your throat quickly earning yourself a whimper from him.

At this time you’d usually stop and just stroke him because you loved to tease him but tonight had to be different.

Instead you kept going, bobbing your head back and forth on him wanting to give him the utmost pleasure you possibly can.

After two minutes of that, he moaned out, “b-baby- please, I need you.”

You pulled his cock out and smiled, “how do you want me?”

“On top- please.” He breathes out and you nod, taking your clothes off before quickly climbing on top of him.

He looked out of breath but excited which is perfect in your books.

You hovered above him while he lined himself up to your entrance, you gasped before lowering yourself all the way down. You both moaned in sync as you placed your hands on his shoulders and his were on your waist.

“Feel so good.” He mumbled and you giggled, “someone’s excited.”

“It’s your fault.” He chuckled, making you smile, “whatever you say birthday boy.”

He gasped then gave you a playfully glare, “You teased me for an hour! If that’s not your fault I don’t know what is.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t want to stroke yourself!” You deflected, slowing moving yourself up.

“Well no- I just wanted you.” He mumbled and you nod, halfway on his cock.

You lean in close to him, just enough for your breath to hit his lips, “And now you have me.”

You slammed down and he groaned, gripping your skin while you started to ride him properly. He trained your legs just for this, he loved this position and you loved making him happy even if this’ll probably pain you tomorrow morning.

Which is why you called the day off.

You moved your body just like he taught you, first slow movements then upping the pace when he had that look in his eye.

When he was impatient and wanted more but was too shy to ask.

Almost like giving you puppy dog eyes when he wanted something.

Sometimes they went hand in hand.

So you moved yourself a little faster, getting the hang of it while he helped you. His hands were holding you, moving you at the pace he wanted and you let him.

He’s been having rough fights out there lately and you wanted to give him these moments so he could feel human and normal.

Which by the loud moans he was letting out, was working like a charm.

“You won’t laugh if I come too fast right?” He asks and you quickly shake your head, “never.”

“Okay good because,” he starts then bucks his hips up, “you’re getting me closer to.”

Before you could give him a snarky remark, he started fucking up into you but at the same time he was bringing you down.

You were slamming into him right at the moment he thrusted up into you and it instantly made you whimper. He let out a chuckle, going harder than before and bringing you down with him.

“Fuck baby-“ you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He grunted and bit his lip, thrusting harder and faster into you that your thighs were starting to burn. But you could feel him getting closer.

He was throbbing and pulsing, a tell tale sign that he was seconds away from release.

Your cunt was dripping against him and the sounds of slapping skin were filling your bedroom, louder than it usually does.

You bounced just as hard as him, not relying on his help which had him groaning and throwing his head back. His eyes fluttered as he tried to watch the sight between your bodies, how you take every inch of him with every thrust.

His hands were suddenly on your hips, and he lifted his ass up, now full on pounding into you like there was no tomorrow.

You tried your hardest to stay with him, and match his pace but he didn’t budge. Every inch of him was inside you and he wasn’t slowing down.

Instead he was moaning so many things out.

“Fuck baby you make me feel s-so good-“

“Best present ever.”

“I love you.”

Once he said the last one, you repeated it straight after making him whimper. You gasped and a moan followed as he opened his eyes and mumbled, “say it again.”

You smiled and murmured, “I love you. I love you so much Peter.”

With that he let out the loudest of moans and groans, spilling his load into you while he kept you up high before sinking down into the bed.

His moans didn’t stop and you leant down, giving him a soft kiss but he was the one to change it fast.

It turned into a heated kiss as he finished cumming inside you and he was trying to calm his breathing down. You held him close as his moans turned quiet but still needy.

You brought a hand up to his head, playing with his curls to calm him down and he slowed the kiss down. It was a tiny clash of tongues with light pecks while you tried to get off him.

He whined, “Can we sleep like this?”

“You know we shouldn’t.” You murmur and he sighs, pulling away, “you’re right.”

After getting cleaned up, you ended up on top of him and in his arms while you both tried to doze off.

“What do you wanna do tomorrow?” You ask quietly and he chuckles, “maybe we could do this again..”

You laughed and nodded, “we could..”

He then shuffled a little before his hands ended up on your back, “what if… you.. y’know..”

“I don’t know actually.” You teased, making him groan.

“What if.. you wake me up to.. something?” He says and you hum, “like a bj?”

“Mhm… or…” he says and the silence was just loud.

You smiled and hummed, “or… me using your cock like a dildo?”

He suddenly started choking making you laugh while you tried to calm him down and tell him you were absolutely down to do it.

Again.

It was the following morning and Peter’s snores woke you up.

It was still pretty early and he decided to try to ignore the city until noon so that still gave you a few hours with him.

Through the night it seems you switched positions as you were now spooning, his arm wrapped loosely around you while you tried to turn around as well as try to move him.

Once you succeeded in both, you leaned close to him, kissing his neck then his shoulder. You then brought a hand over his body, roaming up and down his abs oh so gently.

He somehow was a heavy sleeper, although sometimes it depends.

Right now though, he was out.

Your hand traveled down to his cock, slowly stroking him over his boxers as he breathed normally.

You smiled and continued, going a little faster as you felt him getting harder under your touch. You grinned when he let out a little moan, going a little faster before stopping to just go under his boxers.

Your hand went under them with ease and you worked his cock how you were before, just right for him to subconsciously feel good and to not wake up.

You figured the best position to fuck him was on top but you wanted it to be different.

So you laid down on your left side before turning then moving him with you. He subconsciously moved and wrapped his arm around your waist again.

You were somehow able to take off your panties without him waking up and spread your legs without hearing a peep from him.

At that point you figured you were completely safe so you reached back, trying to find his cock. Once you felt it, you brought your ass close to him before lining him up to your already drenched pussy.

You slipped him in and held your moans back as his hand held spasmed. You froze and it stopped.

You waited a few seconds before moving back, all the way against him that he left you full.

His cock was stretching you much more like this and you wanted to be loud but didn’t want him to wake up.

So you moved slow and covered your mouth as you fucked yourself into him. It felt so dirty, so forbidden.

Yet you couldn’t help but want more.

You moved your ass faster, desperate to make yourself cum before he woke up because the idea just turned you on so badly last night.

You weren’t sure what was in the air, if it was the excitement or maybe the thought of him cumming fast last night but you felt close.

The good thing about this was you could just lie and he wouldn’t know a thing.

He was still snoring but he would let out the occasional moan which was just so incredibly hot that you couldn’t stop.

You were so turned on that you were letting out accidental whimpers every time his tip hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

It was surprising he still hadn’t woken up but it was better this way.

You just knew you looked so needy and his ego didn’t need to get any bigger.

So you let your moans out and continued using his cock like a dildo, as promised. You felt that too familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t stop whatsoever.

You chased that feeling and held onto his arm for help while you slammed back into his cock and after one final thrust, you came.

You cried out and held tightly onto his arm while your pussy clenched against him. You shivered as you came and you clapped a hand over your mouth as you finished.

Suddenly though you felt his cock twitching and he came.

Your eyes widened in shock as he let out a sleepy moan and he spilled a load inside you.

You whimpered and tried to keep quiet, hell try to not move too as he whined in his sleep.

Then as if by magic, he stirred then yawned, you whipped your head back to look at him. Right at that moment, he opened his eyes and gasped, “oh god-“

You smiled then sighed, “happy birthday baby.”

“You’re the best.” He sighs and you giggle as he leans forward giving your cheek a kiss.

Then without saying anything else, he grabbed you and moved you until you were straddling him. You laid comfortably on him, hearing his heartbeat go back to normal but still racing just a bit.

“Already a great birthday.” He whispers and you grin, looking up at him, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”

He took that as a challenge so he carried you all the way to the bathroom, turning the warm water on fast before getting in.

Your arms were wrapping around his neck as he got in under the water first. He then moved and it was your turn, it was the perfect temperature.

The warm water eased the pain from your thighs, which were still wrapped around him.

And as if he read your mind, he finally put you down. You smiled and he got in the water but not before his hands playfully smacked your ass.

You chuckled and stepped into the water with him, reaching up to kiss him. He met you halfway and moaned into your mouth, as you tried to ignore his cock hitting your stomach.

“I came inside you?” He asks and you hum, “mhm..”

“Fuck..” he moans, making you whimper.

“It was so hot.” You murmur as he gropes your ass, “It felt like a dream.”

“A very realistic dream.” You hum and he nods.

He then suddenly brought a hand between your legs, “I need you.”

“Let’s clean you up a bit yeah?” He asks, pulling away and you nod slowly.

You spread your legs wide and he helps you bring a leg up while he stuffs two fingers inside you. You moan and hold onto him tightly as he started pumping them in and out of you.

“So messy.” He whispers and you nod, “because of you.”

“We’ve gotta do that more.” He answers, making you quickly nod, “please.”

He chuckles before bringing his fingers up, showing you the mixture of his cum and yours. “Such a messy girl.” He teases, making you pout, “you like messes.”

“No, you’re wrong baby..” he mumbles and you raise an eyebrow.

He suddenly turned you around then pushed you against the wall, sticking your ass out and slammed inside you, making you cry out as you held onto the wall.

You body was pressed against it and his body was behind you, you could feel his chest on your back as well as his mouth close to your ear because of his breath. “I fucking love messes.” He mutters and sticks his fingers into your mouth.

You moaned at the taste of it as he started pounded into you. You made sure you licked every bit of it as his thrusts got rough, very fast.

Your feet were planted on the floor and you only prayed you wouldn’t slip and bust your ass.

But he held onto you tightly with his unoccupied hand and after you sucked every bit of the juices, his fingers came out and he held you firm with both hands.

“Still so fucking tight..” he groans, making you whimper, “Peter-“

“Yeah baby? You like when I tell you these things, don’t you?” He teases in your ear, his voice low.

You cried out and he clearly didn’t like that answer when he smacked your ass, leaving a sting until he massaged it. “Answer me baby.” He whispers and you nodded.

He clicks his tongue and presses onto your stomach, his thrusts becoming harder by the second, your grip barely steady. “I said answer me.” He murmurs and another whimper came out, “I can’t!”

“Yes you can- just like how you’re taking me.. you can tell me how you love when I tell you how good you feel.” He says into your ear and you moan out, “f-fuck!”

“Always so fucking good.” He teases and your walls envelope his cock even more than before.

He groans then chuckles, “I wanna be here all day with you.”

“Then don’t leave-“ you moan out and he groans, “yeah? You want me to stay?”

“Y-Yes- I need you to stay and fuck me all day.” You finally admit and he instantly groans.

“Might just have to baby- fuck you make me feel so good.” He pants and you nod, “please, please do.”

“Fuck baby- you’re gonna make me cum inside you again.” He moans, making you whimper.

Every thrust hit you deep and hard, you were practically seeing stars. You mumbled out, “Good! Mm I want you to.”

“You want me to cum in you again?” He asks, in that tone you love.

“You can cum in me all day baby.” You answer, making him groan.

“Fuck baby- you’ll regret saying that.” He says and you shake your head, “I won’t- I promise, I want you to.. I need you to.”

“Oh baby- fuckkk baby-“ he moans before giving you one deep thrust and cumming.

Your whimpers nearly drowned out his groans as he filled you for the third time on his birthday. You came on his cock once again, somehow harder than before and your legs finally gave up on you but he grabbed you just in time.

Now it’s past midnight, and he’s sitting at his desk trying to stitch up a tear in his suit with e.d.i.t.h. guiding him. You figure he needs space to work, so you slip into the bedroom alone, sliding under the sheets.

Except you’re needy, too. The heat between your legs has been throbbing all night, and thinking about how close he is only makes it worse. Your hand slips beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers sliding into your own slick heat. It starts slow with small circles, your hips tilting subtly into the touch.

Out in the main room, Peter stops dead.

With his enhanced hearing, it’s deafening. The friction of your skin, the soft hitches in your breathing, the slick sounds of you working yourself open, the helpless sigh that slips past your parted lips...

Just like that, the suit is tossed aside.

He stands up from the desk, his frame looming in the doorway. He doesn't make a sound as he walks over. He just stands there in the dim light, watching you. His pupils are blown so wide his eyes look almost black.

When your eyes snap open and you gasp, trying to pull your hand back, he doesn't give you room to hide.

In one motion, he’s crawling over the mattress, his heavy weight settling over you, pinning your wrist above your head before you can even cover yourself.

"What're you doing?" his voice is a low rasp right against your ear.

"I—I thought you were busy," you stammer, squirming under the sheer pressure of his body. "Peter—"

"You're acting like I haven't seen you a million times," he murmurs, his dark gaze burning into yours. "And you're acting like I haven't been smelling you all day. You think I didn't notice?"

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking a desperate drag of your scent that sends a shiver straight through his frame. "It's been driving me insane since this morning. And then you come in here and start touching yourself? Right down the hall from me?"

"I was trying to give you space—"

"Don't," he growls softly, his lips dragging across your jaw. "Don't ever give me space when you look like this... smell like this."

His free hand grips your thighs, dragging your shorts and panties down in one impatient pull.

"Look at you," he cooes, his thumb grinding against your swollen clit until youre a gasping mess, arching up into his hand. "So, so wet. All for me, right? Tell me it's for me."

"It's yours—fuck, peter, yes," you gasp, your hips blindly chasing his fingers.

A satisfied look washes over his face, and he yanks his sweatpants out of the way, lining his thick, leaking tip right against your entrance.

He's rubbing himself through your slick until you're arching off the bed with a whimper. "So fucking whiny for me."

"Peter, yes—fuck, please—"

He hooks your legs up, bending your knees over his shoulders, and drives in with one ruthless thrust that folds you nearly in half.

His enhanced strength lets him handle you even more effortlessly, rolling his hips into brutal thrusts that make your eyes roll into the back of your head, your walls gripping tight around his thick cock.

He buries his face in your hair, letting out groans and needy whimpers while he uses your tight, wet cunt as he pleases.

"Fuck—yes, baby, right there—feels so good, fuck—!" His voice stutters over the wet slaps of his skin against yours.

When you feel your climax rushing up on you, your nails dig hard into his back, pleas tumbling out for him to go faster, deeper—anything to take you over. He doesn't hesitate. His hips roll into shorter, punishing hits that push you straight off the precipice, your walls clamping tight around his cock as your orgasm tears through you.

Peter lets out a gasp against your neck as your climax pulls him right with you. His rhythm turns frantic, driving himself into you with desperate thrusts that knock the remaining air from your lungs. He’s whining against your skin now—utterly unraveled by the feeling of you coming around him—begging through broken breaths to just let go.

"Baby—please. Can't— can't hold back anymore, gotta fill you up—"