#chandlerriggs

Ben sat by the dining room window, watching the snow flutter. He desperately wanted to be alone, but he didn’t really have anywhere he could go to have privacy. His dad was in the living room, blasting a documentary about railways. His mom was in the kitchen handling the sixteen hundred dishes needed for the next few days and refusing anyone’s assistance. His sister was in the upstairs bathroom filming some makeup-related things for her social media. His older brother was up in his attic bedroom, yelling at some video games. And his now… ex-girlfriend was up in their room pouting on her phone. He thought of just going for a long walk, but the snow was thick, and the clouds were getting thicker, so that wasn’t really an option. He thought of driving to a bar, or a store just to get away, but they’d flown here so had no car to drive with. So instead he sat himself at the dining table, watching the world beyond the windows.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door, a short and fast three taps.

“Ben!” His mom called from the kitchen, “Could you get the door?!”

“Fine,” He sighed, as he pushed himself up from the chair and went to get the door,

“Good Afternoon!” The voice cheered,

Ben was a little taken aback.

A woman stood on his family's porch, wearing a pair of tall, knee-high, fur-lined boots, bright green tights, a knee-length red plaid dress, a long, fluffy white scarf and a matching hat, carrying four large white boxes. She looked very attractive and, for some reason… familiar to him.

“Ughh… Hi? Can I help you?”

“Cookies? From Daisy Hill Bakery.”

“Oh! Yeah… right sorry.” He nodded, “Come on in.”

She nodded and headed inside, seeming to already know her way around, heading to the dining room to set down the boxes.

He followed her slightly suspiciously, even more so when his mom came and greeted her with a hug.

“It's so lovely to see you!” His mom smiled, “And your cookies are always the best gift.”

“I hope I brought enough this year.” The woman laughed, “And I have the brownies coming in a couple of days.”

“Perfect,” His mom nodded, “Ohh! Ben, come and say hello. You remember Y/n.”

“Y/n!” Ben’s jaw dropped. Suddenly, he was flooded with the memories of Y/n. “Oh my god- Hi! I- uhh I’m sorry- I didn’t even recognise you!”

“That’s alright, we all change,” she smiled, “You look amazing,”

“Awww, thanks. You do too,” He smiled, trying to hide his blush, “You uhh delivering for Daisy Hill now?”

“I own the place now,”

“Own! Like… completely yours?”

“Mhm, I bought it from Mr Simon, and I’ve run it for the last four years.” She smiled, “Even bought the apartment above it, which makes an easy morning commute.”

“Whoa… that is impressive,”

“Ben is home visiting for the holidays with his new girlfriend,” His mom smiled,

“Yep… I am,” Ben grimmaced unwilling to bring up the whole break-up that had happened earlier, “You know, just for the holidays, then it’s back to LA. But… It’s so good seeing you, I- I can’t barely believe little Y/n’s running a bakery.”

“Of course, well, it’s lovely to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s amazing to see you too, Y/n,”

“I’ll drop off the brownies in a couple of days,” she smiled to his mom, “Is there anything I could bring special for you and your girlfriend, Ben?”

“Ohh Uhh… well, you did always make good brownies, maybe you could bring me up some?” he asked,

“Hummm? How about a batch of my special triple chocolate brownies?”

“Sounds amazing,”

“Consider it done,” she smiled, “Now, I must be off, pies and pasties to deliver.” She said her goodbyes and headed out into the snow.

“See ya, little pastry princess,” Ben called, even if he wasn’t sure she even heard him as she was climbing into her little car and scampering off down the road,

“Who was that?” Cassy asked as she made a rare appearance from the bedroom,

Instantly, any hint of joy or smile vanished, and he remembered the situation he was in, “Nothing,” he said as he glanced at her, “Just an old friend from when I was a kid. You okay?”

“Fine.” She snapped,

He rolled his eyes, “Sure you are, that's why you’ve been sulking all day.”

“I’m Fine.” She snapped grabbing some food, and heading back upstairs,

Peter and Y/n curled up and watched the movie together, eating their snacks and drinking soda, every so often breaking to make out a little, but he was so exhausted that even if he wanted to, he couldn't get hard again. Once the movie was done, Y/n gathered her stuff to head home since they both had to be up early for the trip tomorrow.

He didn't want to let her go. His hand still had hold of hers, and he tried to think of some way, any way, to convince her to stay the night. "You really have to go?" he asked, trying not to whine, "Can't you sneak out in the morning before anyone else wakes up?"

"I need a shower and fresh clothes for the trip tomorrow."

He pouted—he knew she was right, he pulled her close, hugging her tight and burying his face into her hair. "I'm gonna miss you," he muttered,

She smiled, "awww… I'll miss you too, but you get to see me at eight am tomorrow morning. And we can sit together on the bus if you want to? You can be my trip partner."

"Please," he answered, "You'd be saving me from an eight-hour road trip with a bunch of guys who barely have a single brain cell between them."

"Okay." She agreed, "ohh, before I forget." She chuckled, handing him her phone. "Number lover boy."

He took her phone, quickly inputting his number and name before sending himself a text. He handed it back to her with another grin. "I hope you know I'm gonna spam you with memes," he teased. "And, y'know, probably send a lot of 'thinking of you' texts."

"Of course you are. And I imagine a lot of very nice pictures," she smirked,

He stepped closer, giving her waist a squeeze. "You know me too well," he replied quietly, "just promise me one thing?"

"Yes, Peter?" She cooed,

"P-Promise you won't ghost me?" he mumbled out, "Like… once we're back from this trip, I don't want you to just disappear on me."

"I'm not going anywhere," Y/n reassured, kissing his lips. "Love ya."

"Love you too," he murmured against her lips, "See you at 8 AM tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." She cooed, blowing him a kiss as she left the apartment, leaving him alone.

Peter watched the door click shut behind her, his chest still warm from her presence. He flopped back onto the bed with a sigh, staring at the ceiling, completely and utterly smitten. He reached for his phone immediately, typing out a message.

‘Okay, but like… what if I ‘accidentally’ send you nudes before 8 AM? Jk jk unless…?’

It took a while for Y/n to respond clearly, making her way home, but she soon answered.

‘Oh? Well, if you send me nudes as your first picture of you, I've received it'll end up as your contact pic, so choose wisely, Peter X’

‘I mean… I could just send you a normal pic first,’ he typed back, before quickly adding, ‘But like. If you wanna risk it… also, is this flirting or are we actually doing this?’

"I'm teasing Peter. I adore you, but I think we both know I'm not mad enough to put your naked boy as a contact pic. Softcore shirtless… Yes. Naked….no."

‘You had me going for a second there. You really want a pic of me shirtless?’

‘yes please x’

Peter bit his lip, a grin spreading across his face as he immediately sat up, pulling off his shirt. He angled himself in the mirror, trying to get a decent shot that didn't look too desperate.

‘Happy?’ he sent with the picture attached, ‘Warning: may or may not have abs.’

‘awww there's my handsome Peter. ❤️’ Y/n then send a cute pic of herself lying in bed wearing a crop top and mini skirt.

‘Fuck,’ he typed back, ‘Now I'm definitely sending you nudes. Unless you tell me to stop.’

‘Why would I ever tell you to stop?’

He was already halfway to working up again, and the thought of her wanting more pictures. He got back on his bed and shifted, trying to find a comfortable position as he tried to angle the camera for a good photo. ‘Do you… Want to see me hard? Like. Not that I’d mind showing off if you do.’

‘Why wouldn't I wanna see you hard?’

‘Give me a sec.’ He shifted to get a better angle before he sent her a picture, Peter’s flushed chest and stomach with one hand lazily stroking himself through sweatpants, ‘Happy now?’

‘You must have missed me, you poor thing’

‘I did miss you, Also pls don’t make me cum like this.’

‘awww how do you wanna cum, Peter?’

‘With you.’ He typed back, his head back against the pillows and his free hand gripping tightly on his hard-on. ‘Can I call you? I can't… can't type fast enough.’

Y/n immediately began to video call Peter. She was lying on her red bedsheets in a double bed with a heart-shaped pillow. She wore a white crop top with no bra and a black mini skirt. Her hair is done and fresh lip gloss. "Awww there's my Peter, right where I left you"

"God—just look at you," he breathed out, "I was already close before you called."

"Really? Just from my picture?"

"Y-Yes," he admitted, "I swear I was two seconds from spilling my pants when you called."

Y/n smirked, pulling Peter’s jeans down and kissing him through his boxers.

Peter let out a small whimper and grabbed at the bed sheets, his fingers fisting the fabric tightly. He could feel his blood thrumming in his veins, the desire pooling in his gut. "Y/n, please. Please don't tease me…" He pleaded shamelessly, "you're gonna make me… you're gonna make me…"

"Ohh, I know, I can feel you throbbing against my mouth, Peter." She growled pulling his boxers down to his ankles. "Ummm there you are… Hi Peter." She cooed, kissing his cocks head with purposeful long kisses,

He let out a strangled gasp, his head falling back. His hands clenched and unclenched, wanting to reach out and touch her, but not daring to.

"Such a needy boy, how long has it been since you came, Peter?" She smirked starting slow kissing around his base and slowly up his shaft.

"Too long," he whimpered out, hips bucking slightly before he caught himself, "I- I don’t know… I swear I'm not always this pathetic."

"And that was always… Your own hand, never someone else?" Y/n asked licking circles around his swollen head.

"Y-Yes," he choked out, voice wrecked, "I mean- I never… nobody ever touched me like this before."

She growled and met his eyes. "Perfect, means your a sweet little virgin ready for your succubus." She growled before she mercilessly took every inch of him in her mouth, sucking hard and licking at the same time all while keeping eye contact,

His entire body seized up, a choked cry tearing from his throat. His vision whited out for a second; he was so overwhelmed by sensation that he couldn’t even breathe. "F-Fuck! Y/n—I-I'm gonna c-cum!" he babbled mindlessly, "P-Please don't stop- oh god, I'm not lying, I swear you're gonna make me c-cum right now!" His hands pulled the pencils from her hair and yanked at her, helplessly, as his hips jerked upward on instinct.

She kept going sucking harder and faster, moving her head to let his hips jerk like he was fucking her mouth, all without every breaking that eye contact.

He'd seen girls getting facefucked in videos before, but it had never been something he had ever thought he'd he'd never even really wanted. That seemed something for people with a real appetite for it, for men with a real appetite for control, not for Peter, who'd never even really been in a relationship, for a man who'd never even so much as asked for a date, who'd never even made it to the starting line of a real relationship. But here he was, letting her take control of him, letting her do whatever she wanted, letting her make him feel more than he'd ever felt before with the way she sucked at him, the way she looked up at him like he was something special, the way her hands were braced against his hips and he had the absurd thought that maybe she'd leave bruises on him, and he knew how he'd feel looking at them later, as a reminder of this night, and he was already imagining how he'd find an excuse so he could look at his hip and remember her. His entire body convulsed, a strangled cry ripping from his throat as he came hard into her mouth.

Y/n didn’t stop. Not when he was shuddering, not when his hands fisted in her hair like an anchor, not even as she swallowed around him with obscene noises that sent aftershocks rippling through him. By the time she finally pulled off with a wet pop and smirked up at him, seeing he was already half-hard again. She licked him clean, she wiped her mouth and fixed her hair a little. "Humm…. Did that feel good Peter?"

Peter could barely even form thoughts, let alone sentences. He was completely boneless, collapsed back on the bed and struggling to catch his breath. "Y-… yes," he croaked out, finally managing to speak again, "God… yes, it felt that good. I never… I didn't know it could feel like that. You really are my little succubus."

"Humm… Maybe I am." She growled giving his half hard cock a kiss. "Now… How about we curl up together, all snug whilst you get your breath back. And then… Maybe you can show me a few videos you like watching and we can find more things you fantasize about."

"Uh, I—I dunno if you'd want to see what I normally… y'know…"

"why not?" She asked as she kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed,

He bit his lip, shifting a little to lie beside her and adjusting the blanket so it covered his exposed self, "You're, uh… you're probably not gonna find my usual videos very appealing." He mumbled, "I don't want you to think I'm weird, is all…"

"Try me." She smirked laying against his pillows,

He grabbed his laptop, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he opened it and pulled up his usual browser. His face burned as he navigated to his bookmarks, the titles of the videos seeming extra raunchy now that someone else was seeing them. He didn't dare look at her, focusing on the screen as he clicked on a thumbnail.

Y/n happily curled up with him, laying her head on his shoulder and holding the hand he wasn't using to navigate,

The video started playing, something slow and sensual with plenty of close-ups that had definitely fueled more than a few late-night fantasies for him. "Y-You can… laugh," he muttered, "I know it's kinda lame compared to whatever you're into."

"It's not lame… It's dramatic is all. That shoot probably took them like hours just getting all those close-ups of her pretty holes," she smirked,

"Yeah, but she… she looks really good." He admitted, still feeling a little self-conscious about the things that usually turned him on. "I just like how… slow and, y’know, sensual it is."

"I'm not a nun Peter. We live on a digital age there's porn everywhere on the internet."

The thought of Y/n watching porn, getting off to it, was sending a fresh wave of heat straight to his already half-hard cock. "R-Right… yeah," he stammered, "I just figured you weren't the type who’d, y'know… look at this kinda stuff."

"I like audiobooks… Like most girls."

"O-Oh! You mean… dirty ones?" he blurted out, voice cracking slightly as his imagination ran wild with possibilities.

She nodded nuzzling his neck,

"You ever… listen to anything, y'know… specific?"

She took control of his laptop opening another tap and going to a audiobook she liked. She let him listen, hearing a audio book with sound affects this one has men whimpering and begging their mistress for attention.

"Holy shit," he muttered under his breath, "you really… like this?"

"Sometimes… But sometimes videos and pictures…"

"Pictures of what?"

"desperate men and women, wearing nice clothes and being… Bound by cute rope." Y/n explained, "or is that a little too much for my Peter?"

"N-No, no," he stuttered out, "I—it's not too much. I, uh… I-I think it's…" Peter swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He could practically hear the blood rushing in his ears. He needed to get a grip.

"Yes Peter?" She smirked,

"It's… it's hot," he admitted, voice quiet, "I just… I never thought I'd be talking about this with you."

"Did you wanna watch one while I touch you?" She whispered,

"… y-yes," he managed to say, "please."

She took the laptop a moment closing the other tabs before she opened one herself. This one was a video of a man, half naked, tied up with rope around his body so he could barely move while a woman tickles him, kissed him and did all manner of pleasurable things to him while he was bound and begging. Y/n let Peter watch a while before her hand moved under the blanket, taking his cock in hand and jerking him off but keeping it in time with the video so he only felt pleasure of the guy in the video did.

Peter couldn't even process the video, not when Y/n's hand was on him, stroking in perfect sync with what was happening on screen. Every whimper from the man, every kiss or tickle that made him squirm. He felt it too. It was overwhelming. His hips jerked up into her grip as a strangled moan escaped his lips. "F-Fuck- Y/n! I can't- I'm not gonna last if you keep this up!" he babbled mindlessly, "It feels too good…"

"You like this? Mhm, maybe you should call me over every time you wanna watch a cute video."

"Yes," he whimpered, "yes, please. I'd love that so much."

"Humm… Beg your succubus." Shs whispered in his ear,

"Please…" he pleaded, "Please, please… I need my succubus. I'll do whatever you want."

She smirked, biting his neck and making her hand faster and faster,

"Y-Y/n! I-I'm gonna c-cum!" he sobbed out, "P-Please don't stop- I can't- I can't hold back anymore!" He soon came with a sharp cry, his back arching off the bed as he spilt over her fingers. His entire body trembled through the aftershocks, breath coming in ragged pants. He barely had time to recover before Y/n was licking her palm clean, her eyes locked on his with an intensity that sent another jolt of arousal straight down his spine. "Fuck," he panted out, "I… I don't know if I can even move right now."

She smiled and snapped the laptop closed, setting it on the table. She cleaned her hand before she tucked the blanket closer and leaned her chest against his, kissing his lips. "hummm… My sweet Peter." She cooed, stroking his cheek

He wrapped an arm around her as they cuddled, holding her close. "Yours…" he mumbled almost shyly, "I'm yours."

"Ummm, prove it." She whispered,

"Y-You can do whatever you want to me," he breathed out, voice shaky, "I-I mean it… I'm yours to use."

She smiled at his enthusiasm and kissed his forehead, curling up in his arms for cuddles. "I want… Three little words…" She whispered, her fingers walking his sternum.,

He looked her straight in the eyes with every bit of vulnerability he had in him, "I love you."

"Good boy." She cooed. "Love you too." She whispered. "Now, curl up with me and watch a non-dirty movie while we have our snacks."

Peter sat in his Toxicology lecture, tapping his pencil against his desk. He'd bundled up into his jeans and thick blue hoodie, since it was getting chilly, and his aunt and uncle barely turned the heating on. He was beyond bored with this lecture, but he pretended to be listening at least so he wouldn’t get called out. After a while, his eyes drifted around the room, to the various posters on the walls, the blinds closed on the windows, and he’d even begun counting ceiling tiles. Until he looked and caught Y/n looking him up and down,

She sat at the desk across the small aisle from him. Her pencil shoved in her hair, lollipop in her mouth, wearing a pencil skirt and small cami top with her denim jacket over it, she made no secret of looking at Peter in his jeans. When they met eyes, she winked at him.

It took him completely off guard; he wasn't used to pretty girls even glancing his way, and he didn't know how to react other than staring back at her. It had to be a joke, right? Y/n wasn’t really… looking at… him.

She scoffed a little, sucking harder on her lollipop, bobbing the stick back and forth against her cheek… Suggestively.

His cheeks grew red, he quickly looked away and back down at his desk, trying to prevent the rush of adrenaline and blood for the mere suggestion.

She bit back a laugh, immediately noticing. She grabbed one of her post-it notes and scribbled a note on it, she folded it and snuck it on his desk.

He gulped and quickly unfolded it, glancing around to see if anyone was watching.

'R U Hard Right Now, Peter?' With tick boxes for ‘yes’, ‘kinda’ and ‘very’.

He tried to think straight, but knew it was best to just be honest with her, so he ticked the ‘very’ option and handed the note back over to her.

As she read his answer, she laughed a little, but hid it with a cough. Before she wrote another note and passed it over.

He looked down at the new note, opening it to see what it said, his eyes darting to the lecturer to make sure he wasn't looking their way.

'U got a 3 place 2nite after class? I'll walk home with u <3' With tick boxes for ‘no 3 house’, ‘meet up later?’, and ‘walk home together’.

He quickly scribbled in checked "walk home together," adding a little heart next to it, sliding the note back before his hands got too sweaty.

She took the note back and nodded, blowing him a little kiss

He tried to focus back on the lesson, but his mind kept wandering, imagining walking home with her after class

"Okay, class, now remember, tomorrow we have to be here an hour early so we can do our pre-study before heading to the medical institute. It is an hour trip there and another back, and I'm sure it'll be a long day, so no one keep us behind schedule by being late, please." The lecturer explained before dismissing everyone

The class very eagerly ushered out, happy to get home so they could sleep before the trip tomorrow.

But Peter hung back, of course. He cleared his throat and tried to sound casual as he packed up, "Uh… you sure you wanna walk with me? I might be… y'know. A little slow." His voice cracked slightly, but he coughed to cover it up,

"Humm your cute." She laughed, tossing her stuff in her bag. "Come on, we can stop at the bodega for snacks."

"S-Sure," he replied, "Bodega sounds good.”

"So… What do you have planned for us tonight?" she asked as they walked out into the street,

He almost tripped as he walked, trying to keep his eyes off her legs. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. "Uh, n-nothing major," he said, "Just… hanging out, y'know. Maybe watch a movie, or something." When they reached the bodega, he stopped and held the door open for her,

"humm such a gentleman." She cooed, heading in and grabbing a basket,

"Uh, thanks." He needed to act casual, so he busied himself looking at the snacks. His stomach growled loudly, and he clutched it, hoping she didn't notice.

She grabbed whatever snacks and soda took her fancy, and she asked Peter if he wanted things. When he said no because he knew he had no cash, she just added them to her basket anyway

"Wait, no, I can't let you pay for all this," he stammered, "I just… my wallet’s kinda empty." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah, so I'm paying," she shrugged,

The cashier totalled up the snacks, and Y/n paid with cash, no hesitation. They left the store with their loot and walked down the busy NYC streets. As they walked, he found himself sneaking glances at her.

"Peter?" Y/n cooed,

Peter snapped his gaze back to her, "Y-Yeah? I mean, yes? What’s up?"

"Where am I going?" She giggled,

"Uh, what? Oh!" He shook his head, "My apartment's just down the street," he explained, "Not exactly fancy, but…" He trailed off,

"And … Is it empty?" She asked,

"Yeah… it's empty tonight," he said, as he head ler inside.

Y/n happily followed Peter to his building, heading inside. They climbed into the old grey elevator together, alone. He pressed the button for the apartment's floor, and she happily leaned against the wall, running her eyes over him. The elevator ride, which should have been short, felt like an eternity as he tried to avoid staring at her. He could sense her closeness in the small space, the faint scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, making his head swim. As the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, he cleared his throat, gesturing for her to step out. She followed him as he led her to his aunt and uncle's apartment, unlocking the door and leading her inside. He quickly ushered her to his room so she wouldn't see the other stuff in the apartment.

As he closed the door behind them, his heart hammered in his chest. He had a girl in his room. An actual, pretty girl was in the cramped confines of his childhood bedroom. He tried to act casual, flopping down on the bed and gesturing for her to join him. "You, uh, make yourself comfortable."

"Hummm… This is your room, awww it's so cute." She cooed, tossing their snacks down along with her bag and her jacket,

"Y-Yeah, I guess," he mumbled, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie. "Not exactly five-star accommodations but…"

"Don't be modest, it's nice, your own room, a fire escape window, your own ensuite bathroom. In some areas of New York, you'd be paying five grand a week for this."

"I, uh, guess you've got a point," he said, running a hand through his hair.

Y/n scoffed, "Why do you look so scared of me?"

"Scared? Me? Pfft, n-no, not scared…"

"You've sat next to me for three years. Is it that shocking to you that you caught me looking?"

"I- I didn't think you'd be interested. You're, y'know, really attractive. And I'm…" He gestured at himself. "Me."

She tutted and came over, stroking his cheek, "Humm… Who was it… What mean selfish girl ever made you think like that?"

He froze, a shiver running down his spine. He couldn't help leaning into her touch, feeling the warmth of her palm against his face. "It… it doesn't matter," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

"Peter. Names…" She ordered,

"M-mary… from Bio 101," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "And then Gwen in sophomore year… and that one time I asked Felicia out at lunch once and she told me I looked like a starving raccoon."

"My poor Peter…"

"You don't gotta pity me," he mumbled, "…but thanks."

"Is that all of them?"

"Y-Yeah, that's it, just a couple of girls who didn't wanna give the local nerd a chance." He forced a laugh that sounded fake, even to him.

"Hummm… Leave it to me. Well see how pretty they think they are after I'm done with them."

Peter's eyes widened, looking at her incredulously. He gently grabbed hold of her forearms, trying to stop her. The idea of her going after his exes and doing who-knows-what was both terrifying and weirdly hot "Don't… you don't have to do that. Seriously. It's fine."

"I am not going to just let some girl hurt my Peter."

"Well, I mean…" he stuttered, “I don’t need you to do that, really.”

"Okay, sweet thing. But you don’t have to worry about them, ever again." She cooed, "Now… What's something you have always dreamed of doing with a girl, something you could never have even asked anyone else?"

He swallowed hard, "I, uh…" he mumbled, voice getting quieter, "there… might be a few things…"

She laughed, stroking his cheek with one hand and his hair with the other. "Tell me, the wildness one we can do without leaving your room."

"I… I can't," he mumbled, shaking his head.

"Awwww come on, I won't laugh"

"Okay… okay," he whispered, "I've always thought it'd be… kinda hot if a girl just… grabbed me by the collar and kissed me outta nowhere." He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth in horror. "God, that sounds so stupid- "

"Am I a hot enough girl?" she asked.

Peter's brain short-circuited. "Y-You're the hottest girl I've ever seen," he blurted out, voice cracking embarrassingly. "I mean- objectively! Scientifically! Like, statistically!"

Y/n laughed. "You are adorable." Without warning, Y/n sat herself on Peter's thighs, her hands on his collar as she grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie and kissed him hard.

He froze for a brief moment before his brain could catch up. He made a small, involuntary sound against her lips before he snapped into action. His hands went to her thighs, steadying her as he kissed her back with a fervour,

She softly moaned into the kiss when he began to reciprocate. She released his collar, keeping her hands around his neck, she pressed her chest to his, moved his hands to her waist and slid her tongue over his bottom lip.

He gripped her waist, his fingers squeezing her hip as he parted his lips, letting her in without hesitation. A sharp rush of desire ignited in his core, and he pulled her closer, his hips bucking against hers without meaning to. His tongue slid over hers, tangling in a messy, desperate kiss. She tasted so sweet, so good. It was better than any fantasy he'd ever had.

She moaned again, turning their kiss into a make-out, her strawberry lip gloss able to be tasted on her lips. She tilted her head a little for better access, their tongues fully raging war. She smirked and happily rolled her hips down against his skinny jeans.

He let out a soft groan against her mouth, his hands beginning to tremble as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist, his hips bucking again.

Y/n happily let Peter make out with her for a full ten minutes, rolling her hips and letting him touch and squeeze at anything he wanted,

But he finally had to pull back slightly, gasping for air and flushed beyond belief. "Y-Y/n… I swear I'm not usually this desperate," he panted out between ragged breaths,

She chuckled, kissing down his neck. "Yeah? How desperate are you?"

"D-Desperate enough that I might have to ask you to stop," he admitted shakily, "Because if this keeps going… I don’t know how long I can last without doing something stupid."

She raised a brow and smirked. "Awww my poor Peter… What's wrong? What will you do? You aren't seriously going to tell me if we keep making out, I'll make you cum on your pants?" She growled

Peter's face burned so hard he was worried he'd pass out.

"ohh! You will won't you?" She smirked

His eyes shut tight in mortification. He couldn't even deny it; her words had hit a cord deep inside him, his mind spiralling with all kinds of dirty thoughts. But he nodded.

She smirked and kissed his plump lips before whispering against him. "Has a girl ever sucked your dick?"

His eyes flew open, and he swallowed hard, looking at her through heavy eyelids. "…n-no," he mumbled, cheeks flushed.

"Do you want me too?"

"Y—yes." He managed to choke out, his voice hoarse with need. "Yes, please…"

"humm say it, say what you want,"

"Please," he breathed out shakily, "please suck my dick… I want you to- god- I need your mouth on me."

"humm good boy." She cooed, kissing his lips before she moved off his lap. "May a lady have a pillow to kneel on?"

He nodded numbly, quickly grabbing a pillow off the bed. "Y-Yes ma'am," he stuttered, handing it over to her on shaky hands. "Anything you want."

She smirked, placing the pillow on the floor and kneeling on it. "Ma'am? Humm, what am I, your teacher?" She teased him. "What do you want to call me…" She asked, pushing his knees apart, then pushing up his shirt to kiss his stomach. "Baby… Honey… Darling… Sweetheart… Kitten… Love… Succubus?" She teased, kissing down to his belt.

"Succubus… my little succubus," he breathed out, his heart fluttering furiously. The thought of such a beautiful, sexy girl on her knees just for him… it was almost too much to handle.

"hummm really, Peter?" She smirked, undoing his belt.

"Y-Yes," he stammered out between ragged breaths, "you're- fuck- I mean you're my little succubus… because you're killing me."