#request now

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Peter asked as you pulled your hand from his and onto his lap, your pointer finger tracing along the inner stitching of his jeans and to his fly. 

You watched his hands grip the steering wheel tighter with each second that passed as your fingers trailed up and down his inner thigh, your fingers putting more and more pressure on him as he pulled his lip taut between his teeth. 

“Y/n...” Peter groaned, not able to form a sentence. 

You and Peter had just started dating, just recently you found out you were soulmates, and for that reason, you knew exactly what would drive him mad as you kept pressing your fingers into his thigh as the words fell out of your mouth effortlessly. 

“Bite your lip once more, I dare you.” 

Peter glanced over at you, letting his lip fall from its place between his teeth before pulling his lip back between his teeth.

Without hesitation, your fingers quickly moved up and you grabbed his crotch, opening and closing your hand, cupping him, as he moaned softly. 

“If you don’t stop that, I swear to God, I’m gonna-”

“What are you gonna do about it, Stud?” You quipped, a smirk on your face as you kept your hand where it was.

What Peter had done was push you against your apartment door, kissing you roughly as he fumbled with the keys and opened the door. 

You leaned back, allowing the door to open and walking backwards as Peter kicked the door closed, never pulling away from you as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle and smile against Peter’s mouth as you bumped into the end table by the couch, the arm of the couch and finally, your shins on the edge of the couch. 

Peter turned you around so that he could sit down on the couch with you on his lap. He pulled away quickly and laid you down over his knee, his hand resting on your ass and the other, moving the hair from your face as you looked up at him.