#young peter

You trudded up the steps to the Gryffindor boy’s dorm, Frank Longbottom shouting behind you that you couldn’t go up. You had made a loud sound of protest and continued up the steps, he irked and shouted again but realized you weren’t going to listen.

A heavy huff of air slipped past your lips as you jiggled the door and yanked it open, squinting your eyes to try and look around for your boyfriend. Peter looked over at the door once it opened, a confused look on his face before it quickly got replaced with a big smile.

“Hi pumpkin,” he greeted, tossing his book away as he sat up from his bed, swinging his legs over the edge as he motioned for you to come over. You closed the door, dropping your bag as it slumped against the wall. You wobbled over tiredly, throwing yourself into his embrace as you began to go numb.

“Wow there..” Peter caught you, rubbing your back sternly so you knew he was there. You nudge your cheek against his shoulder, sighing as your arms hang loosely around his neck.

“What’s wrong? Hm?” He whispered gently in your hair, kissing your head as he began to rock you slightly. You crawled into his lap, coiling yourself around him as you sighed once again. “M’sad ‘n tired,” you whisper back in a mumble, Peter barely catching it. He feels a small ache in his heart, but pushes his feelings aside.

“You're sad? How come?” He persists, you pull back and look over his face. You pull an arm back and let a finger trace over his face, gliding it all over the bumps and lines. “M’never see you anymore,”

“What do you mean? You saw me at breakfast this morning,” Peter questions and you pull your finger away from tracing and hang your arm back around his shoulder. Peter rubs your hip, his hands making you get goosebumps.

“S’not enough,” you explain and Peter raises an eyebrow at what you mean, he brings a hand to your hair and pushes it back. “It’s not enough?” He asks and you nod “never enough, I wanna see you all the time,”

“I want to see you all the time too,” he tells you and kisses your cheek, your shoulders flatten with your sigh and Peter pulls back. “Hm? You don’t believe me?” He asks and cups your chin, you shake your head.

“Y’always hanging with them, never me, we’re never alone,” you explain, Peter catched the last part and quickly caught on to what you meant. “Ah, you mean you miss me in a different way,”

You nod, “miss you all the time,” you whisper and Peter see’s the longing look in your eyes and the way you flutter your eyelashes to catch his attention. He smiles, you’ve always looked so pretty all desperate for him.

“All the time?” He asks, you nod. “All the time, in the morning, at night, during class, at dinner-“ you ramble and Peter let’s you, listening to you list all the times you miss him.

“Do you miss me?” You ask at the end, a low voice like you didn’t really believe he did. Peter replied with a nod, cupping your jaw and rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“Of course I do, I miss you all the times you miss me,” he tells you, his answer was satisfying enough and your heart began to race.

Without a spoken word, Peter set you down on his bed. He locked the door, turned down the lights and swung the curtain half way around his bed. His bedside lamp light and you smelt the essence of vanilla, you hummed as Peter planted a gentle kiss against your lips.

“I’ll make up for all those missed times,” he whispered below your ear, his lips sucking against your throat as he pushed your legs apart, sliding in between them like he was meant to be there. “Promise I’ll make you happy,” he continued, his lips attaching to your collarbone as he fumbled with the buttons of your blouse.

“Just sit back and enjoy,” he tells you, you don’t have to be told twice. He discarded your blouse and bra, his hand kneading the doughy mounds that set against your chest. You flinch at the sensitivity, his mouth attaching to your bud as his teeth catch against the skin.

“mmph,” you huff and Peter chuckles, your body arching at the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive tit. He moves to the other one, rolling the bud between his fingers. The sensation mesmerizes you for a while, he begins to kiss down your stomach before your hand wraps in his hair and pulls him back to your chests.

Peter understands, his mouth forming back over your right nipple as you lay back and close your eyes. A thick pool of arousal finds it home down your slick, catching on the flesh and makes you aware of the need for attention down south.

You pull Peter away from your tits, pushing his head down your stomach as his hands grip your hips. “Slow down there love, m’wanna take my time,” he whispers above your naval, kissing the flesh of your stomach as you try not to seem frustrated.

You lift your hips, Peter helping you wiggle out of your panties and skirt as he tosses them to the floor. Even with your now exposed goods, Peter continues to kiss your thighs, paying no mind to your whines.

Just as you think he’s going to give you what you want, his mouth ventures to your other thigh and he begins to suck matching hickies into it.

“Peter, m’ready,” you mumble out a half sentence and Peter doesn’t quite catch what you mean, but he watches you part your thighs further and he catches on. He leads his kisses down, placing one on your pelvic bone before he puts his mouth on your clit. You smile, hands in his hair as he finally sucks on your sensitive clit. His tongue drags down your slit, lapping up your arousal.

Peter can’t get enough of your slurry moans and whimpers, he sucks on your clit as he undresses himself, pumping his cock and leading his lips to yours. You whine at the loss, but his tip brushes your folds and you quiver. “Shh, m’gonna make you a pretty little mess, been too long hasn’t it?,” he whispers and the thought alone makes him groan. Just as you were about to agree, his cock slips deep inside.

Your eyes part and you look down, the intrusion feeling so foreign. “Oh fuck Peter,” you gasp, he brushes your hair as he rocks gently, a loud whine drawing out as you tilt your head back. Peter kisses your exposed throat, his hands pushing your thighs over his hips as you take the initiative and wrap your legs around him.

His cock slides out, you feel so empty until he slides it back in. Your arms tangle around his neck, nails in his shoulders. “Damn,” Peter cussed as he pushed fully in, he had forgotten how good it felt. He took a look at your face, a proud grin forming at your closed eyes, mouth ajar with moans spurring out every second. He kissed your mouth, giving you a moment to stay quiet as he worked on rocking his cock in and out.

“M’gonna cum,” you whimper and Peter is shocked, your nails dig deep into his back and slide down to the lower, he takes a deep breath at the assault but enjoys it nonetheless.

“Go on then, cum on my cock baby,” he says, it’s been so long he’s forgotten how euphoric it was to watch you completely lose yourself below him. Your eyes slid closed, nails firm in his back as you arch and become inaudible to the noises of slick skin and throaty moans, but Peter is aware and he can’t get enough of it.

Your body shocks with warmth, a coil in your stomach spilling so gently it knocks you off from thinking anything. Your mind goes white, a loud whimper is heard as you realize the sensitivity Peter is giving you as he continues to pump his cock inside your numbed and overused cunt.

“Peter, mh fuck slow down,” you gasp, he kisses your opened mouth and shushes you as he rubs your clit. You breathe a squeal, you hadn’t been used to the overstimulation.

You chant his name in incoherent murmurs, his name in between slurry whimpers. You forgot how much you enjoyed the overwhelming stimulation, as much as you wanted to close your legs and tell him to slow down, your heart raced for release again.

Tears welling up and spilled down your cheeks, an adoring love making you feel so emotional as Peter worked to give you your second orgasm. He panted and let you cramp around his cock, groaning as he pushed his thumb in rough motions against your clip.

You couldn’t breath it felt so good, both of your orgasms approaching. Peter rocks his cock and hits all your spots just right, his thumb slowing on your clit as he takes his time to really well up your sensitivity. Without warning, you withdraw loud moans and spill yourself all over his cock. His thumb slowly comes to a stop as he pulls out and let’s himself coat your thighs.

“Oh fuck baby,” he whimpers as he looks down at your puffy cunt and his cum, he moves his eyes and they grow soft as he watches you.

You breathe in deep through the pants, skin hot and sweaty as you keep your eyes shut. You feel the movement of Peter and try to close your legs at the cold sensation against the thigh.

“Peter what y’doing?” You mumbled, fucked out and just wanted his affection and praise. He leans over as he kisses you deeply, pushing your legs back open again. “Just cleaning you up lovely, I know it’s cold I’ll be done quick okay?”

You nod and twitch as you feel the cloth run up your warm slit, whimpering before the cool subsides and Peter pushes a clean set of his boxers up your thighs. You lift yourself tiredly, helping him push the boxers up before they sit nicely at your hips.

A word isn’t spoken between the two as Peter finishes dressing you and himself, he lays down beside you and strokes your hair.

You let your eyes open, focusing on his features as you rubbing your thumb over his eyelid. He laughs, taking your wrist in his hand as he brings your palm to his mouth for a gentle kiss.

“That was nice isn't it?” He whispered and you agreed with a nod, he rubs his thumb over your palm and kisses your knuckles.

“Thank you Peter,” you kiss his cheek, he smiles and pushes his fingers between your own. “You don’t need to thank me, I wanted it too,”

“I missed you,” you say, Peter knew that you didn’t just mean emotionally, “I missed you too my love,”

“We have to spend more time together,” you say and he nods quickly in agreement with a laugh, he brings his lips over and whispers a “we definitely do, don’t we?”

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