Your lips were like velvet when Peter tasted them, hungry and craving more. With your legs straddling his hips, you bucked them a few times to create friction between you two. His hard pressed against in his jeans, whimpering when his cock twitched, but the ounce of pain was worth the pleasure that came after as you kept slowly grinding on him.

As your fingers carded through his thick curls, you pulled away and held your hand against his tinted-pink cheek.

His hands ran over your tank top, caressing your breasts then running his thumbs over your nipples pressing through the material. He left light kisses over the fabric before hesitantly pulling your tank top up to watch your breasts drop, then wrap his soft lips around your left nipple.

You rolled your eyes, his soft tongue swirling around then flicking it a few times. He was eager, still experimenting on what made you feel good, but from the harsh tug you gave to the back of his curls－ he kept going.

Arching your back, you let out a warm giggle before looking back down at him being so tender to your body. You continued to watch as Peter moved to your right nipple, using his other hand to caress and squeeze the left now.

At a slow pace, you pumped his cock and used his pre-cum as lubricant. He was so hard, his tip was bright red and you knew Peter could cum now, letting out pure whimpers while he let go from your soft palm. You adored to tease him while you could then give in when he said he couldn’t take it anymore.

Peter held his breath as you pressed a trail of wet kisses down his chest, abs then pushed down his briefs and sweats to his ankles. Comfortably, you leaned down, still pumping his hard, and wrapped your lips around his sensitive tip. His back was against the headboard, getting a great view as you swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him in your mouth. Your hand pumped what you couldn’t fit in, and Peter leaned his head back with a curse stuck in his throat.

His jaw clenched, “Fuck.”

The muffled sounds of your mouth moving up and down his cock was only heard, Peter’s eyebrows pushing together and tried to fight his urge to cum down your throat with how hot you looked. He slowly leaned up, moving your hair to the side so he could see your profile and how his thick cock filled your mouth.

You went at a slow pace, knowing he could only handle so much. Sucking the tip like a lollipop, you curled your lips around before releasing it and his cock laid against his stomach.

As you lean up, you straighten your back and giggle. Peter is dazed, his eyes hazy but he has a lazy smile painted on. He was in awe of your figure, how his hands ran up and down your sides so smoothly before pulling your hips toward him.

You hovered your pussy over his face, and his lips hesitantly wrapped around your swollen bud. While you wrapped your hands around his wooden headboard, his tongue flicked up and down your wet slit. With your sweet cum instantly on his tongue, he closed his eyes as he made out with your pussy’s lips and enjoyed your taste.

“Right there, baby. Your mouth makes me… feel so good.” You encouraged as he kept going.

His digits pressed into your skin, holding onto you tight as his tongue was deep in your cunt. You rolled your hips, slow and smooth, and the vibrations of his moan made you twitch. It was heavenly, wanting to cum on his face and let your legs give in before you collapsed.

“God, you’re gonna make me fucking cum if you keep going.” You whimpered, like a warning so he could figure out what move he wanted to make next.

With that, Peter kissed your inner thighs and you moved away, laying on your back toward the end of the bed. You stripped from your tank top, tossing it to the floor as Peter searched for a condom in his side drawer. You giggled as you watch him tear open the wrapper with his teeth, crawling back to the head of the bed to lay down for him.

As he carefully rolled the condom on, the latex felt cold, but he made sure it was on properly. His face slowly got red when you spread your legs, allowing him to comfortably position himself on top of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, sharing a few rough kisses before he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Do you want to do this, baby?" You asked him, making sure he was comfortable.

He nodded, "Yes... I want to, babe." He almost sounded breathless, like his heart in his throat.

The anticipation to have sex had been a question in your lives for a while. There were a few times where you were close until you either forgot to buy condoms or you were too tired. Final exams made it no better, but with them over, it was only right to let out all the stress and feelings that were building up in your relationship. No one made either of you feel so comfortable, and you wanted to show it by guiding Peter and showing him there was no shame to ask for help.

You grinned before meeting him for a kiss, soft and slow ones to make him and his body relax before you reached between your legs to hold his cock. As you pressed his tip between your folds, you eased your way as there was pressure from how tight you were.

Peter grunted, the warm and insulated feeling of your pussy around his tip for a tease.

A part of you was hesitant, but once you pushed his hard in your pussy further, a light moan left your mouth as he slid right in and stilled yourself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... shit." He mumbled, his hands pushing into your sides.

With your forehead pressed against his, you held his face as you began to grind into him and being very cautious where you move from here.

Naive and shy, Peter's face started to turn pink again, and took in the moment as it was happening. He grunted, moaned, anything he could produce from the little speaking he was capable of. He was a pure mess as he stroked into you, deep and slow, with his hands pushing into the mattress.

"Your cock... feels so good, baby." You whimpered, “Keep going...”

He wasn't good at dirty talk, but his teeth sunk into your open neck to muffle himself.

Grunting into your ear, you dug your nails into his back, unable to hold onto him tight enough as he filled you up. You rolled your eyes, and curled your toes, kissing his cheek with moans slipping in between your pants.

Beads of sweat coated his forehead, wetting his curls. You linked your legs behind his back by the ankles, pulling him in closer every time you felt his cock enter your folds. He was getting tired, but still not ready to orgasm with how warm and amazing your pussy felt. His thrusts became sloppy so, you shifted the weight to your bodies as you rolled over to straddle him.

He looked exhausted, catching his breath, but still scrunching his face together.

After your nails grazed his chest, you lightly pushed your palms into his skin as you rode him. Bobbing your body back and forth, Peter ran his hands up your backside, kneading your ass when you threw your head back.

You were so close, just as well as him, and you ran your fingers over your hair as you rose high over him by straightening your back. Your thighs burned as you bounced on his cock, taking his hand to rub your clit at any pace he could while his other hand held on your hip. The sight of you on top of him was ethereal, the glow of the warm lamp on his desk behind your figure.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Peter lowly moaned, then quickly followed with, "I'm cumming, fuck, fuck!"

His thick, white cum filled the condom inside you still, bucking his hips from the pleasure stored inside him from the orgasm. His eyebrows pushed together as well as his jaw clenched, holding still inside you the last few pumps his cock had. Your pussy clenched around his dick, taking deep breaths before slowly pulling away from him. A drip of his cum trailed down your slit, and Peter turned pink once more as he watched it when you laid down opposite of him with your head at the end of the bed again.

Peter rubbed up your leg, kissing up your body– mirroring what you did earlier. As he leaned on top of you, heat radiated off your skin. Giggles filled the room from the two of you, smiling against each other's lips. As you parted with a slow kiss, you trailed your fingers down sweat, tracing Peter's chest and abs.

smut warnings ⇢ m&f sex, overstimulation, cursing

With your chest pressed to his, your arms coiled around Peter’s neck while you straddled him. A tingle shivered up his spine when he felt your cold hands trail up his neck, your fingers carding through his curls. The light pull at his soft hair caused him to bite your bottom lip, your noses brushing against one other’s before he pulled away.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… bite your lip..” He said cautiously, his hands rested on your hips.

You giggled, nodding your head, “It didn’t hurt, babe. I liked it…”

He smiled in relief, “Oh, okay. Cool…” Peter chuckled.

Heat rose to your cheeks, feeling it warm up your face before you ran your finger along the curls lying on Peter’s forehead. You moved them out of the way, both of you smiling and light giggles lapping over before you tilted your head back in. His lips were soft, so bliss and perfect as his strong hands moved up your sides.

Peter was delicate with you, like fragile glass and his fingers lightly grazed your back before squeezing your skin that felt like silk. He pushed your hips against his, you heat syncing on his cock and your teeth lightly sank into his bottom lip to hide your sweet moan. Both of you paused, his tongue was soft, your hungry kiss between you two as you continued rolling your hips in sync with his. His nails grazed his abdomen, trailing over his bruises and scars painted down his body. He always said it didn’t hurt, but you were still careful with how you held him just like he about you.

Already overwhelmed, Peter’s lips didn’t move much from the tension in his groin. He head feel, your chin at the same level at the top of his curls, his mouth leaving light kisses against your shoulder as he pulled your bra strap down. The two of you weren’t in a rush, trying to take your time but it was hard not to fall apart from the tension. Peter lifted his head back up, pressing his lips against yours once more and your teeth clicked together.

“Shit, sorry.” He apologized again, a bit out of breath.

Giggling again, you smiled against his lips, “It’s okay, babe… God, you feel so good.”

Peter became flustered, but he chuckled, “I love you… so much.”

“I love you too, baby… Don’t stop. Please...” You breathed, your forehead pressed against his as the two of you picked up your pace. Your laughter and giggles blurred into sweet moans and muffled whines. You lead the way, Peter following your rhythm before he paused his lips against yours and your body slowly withered. 

Your eyebrows pushed together, “Fuck, fuck! I’m cumming.” Your lips against his ear.

His hands held you as you shook, his fingers pushing into your skin as you vibrated from the electric sensation pulsing throughout your body. He left out a trail of groans when your pussy’s walls clench around his hard one last time.

You two caught your breaths, his dick warm from still being inside you and feeling your wetness coated around him. You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, leaving a few down his face until you got to his lips and both of you, exhausted, still let out a few giggles. It was intimate, so perfect, and his laugh was purely angelic.

Lifting yourself off him, you roll on your side and he lays on his, catching his breath. You traced your finger against the hickey you left on his chest, “You know, you don’t have to apologize so much.”

“I know, but I just wanna make sure I’m not hurting you.” His brown eyes shifted, sealing his lips when he glanced at you.

You smiled, “You’re never going to hurt me. I promise, baby.” You reassured.