strahm x reader thigh riding (maybe edging too……………)
pretty pls❤️
i know you know who i am but no you don’t ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
hii max how are you baby
PETER STRAHM X READER
RATING: E
WARNINGS: SMUT! EDGING AND MINOR DEGRADATION
PRONOUNS USED: NONE
"Peter..." You hummed from the doorway of Peter's home office. He'd been obsessing over a case again, something that had him staying hunched over his laptop into the wee hours of the morning. You hated when he brought work home.
"Yes, honey?" He asked, not looking up from his work.
"Look at me." You whined.
The moment he did, you got the enjoyable sight of your boyfriend's mouth falling open at the sight of you wearing his button up, and not much else.
"Oh, darling." He sighed. "Don't do this to me."
"The bed is so cold without you, Peter..."
"I have to work on this case."
You huffed, and let his shirt fall open, just slightly. Enough that his eyes were able to rake over your collar bone.
"Are you really that busy?"
"Come here." He said suddenly, opening his legs a bit. You grinned, having gotten what you wanted, and went to fall to your knees between his legs, but he stopped you.
"No, sit."
It took a moment of fidgeting, but you'd managed to properly sit on his thigh, feeling the arousal begin to grow between your thighs.
"Entertain yourself. I'm going to finish this."
"Peter-"
"No, if you want to be impatient, you'll get what you get. Move, now."
He then went back to work, like he hadn't been interrupted. As you began to grind into his thigh, trying anything to catch his attention, you felt your peak slowly begin to loom over you.
Moving faster, desperately chasing it, he seemed to catch on to what you were doing. His strong hands moving from his laptop to grip your hips, stopping you.
"Don't you dare finish until I say you can."
"Peter, please-"
"Oh, don't beg now." He smiles, just a little cruelly. "Save your energy. You've got a lot of work to do."
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Aftercare with Peter Strahm:
Warnings: none really, mostly fluffy stuff
You loved to be out on the town dancing the night away whenever you just needed some stress relief from the tough world around you. You enjoyed seeing the other people wandering around, wondering what their stories were; maybe they were like you: caught up in a dead end job, barely able to pay your rent, and being lonely in this big city.
That was the person you used to be.
Ever since you met Peter Strahm, your life completely changed. He brought a sense of comfort and joy that you hadn’t felt from anyone, which with a job like his, was ironic.
You had first met after being one of the last people to see a man wanted for violent crimes all across the US.
The moment you opened that door and stared into those dark blue, ocean eyes, you knew you wouldn’t be able to break free of his current. It may not have been the most professional to slip him your personal number after he left, but the second he got in his car, your phone rang. And you’ve been hooked on him ever since.
He was an indescribable lover, always seeking to nourish and give you anything you ever needed, in day to day life and in the bedroom. He held you tight whenever he sensed something was wrong, and always called to check on you. After all, he dealt with violent crimes and truly twisted individuals.
You lay there, covered in a sheen sweat, hair tangled and falling down your face. He climbs off of you after finally allowing himself to finish, grabbing onto you tight as he released himself inside you. Sprawled out on your back, you attempt to roll over, but you can barely move.
You lost count of your orgasms after 4, unable to think as he manhandled your bare body so perfectly.
“That was amazing baby, you’re perfect,” he says with a kiss to your forehead, brushing your hair out of your face.
All you can make out is a whine, throat dry from screaming, crying, and moaning his name over and over all night.
“Here baby.” He leans over and grabs some water from the bedside, slightly lifting your head to get you to drink. The cool water coats your dry and aching throat perfectly, resting your head back down as you swallow.
He rests his hands on your stomach, lightly rubbing. “I hope i didn’t go too rough on you baby. You just looked so pretty tonight, i couldn’t help but go rough with you.”
He never went too rough with you or did anything you weren’t okay with. Even after being with you for months, doing everything imaginable with each other, aside from your and his personal boundaries, he always asked for your consent before touching you.
Thats how tonight started.
As you kissed him softly, he deepened it, grabbing hold of your waist tighter, pushing his tongue past your lips. Things got more intense. He rested his hand on your stomach and moved it further down, slowly… painfully slowly.
“Is this okay? Do you want me to touch you darling?,” he whispered in your ear. His words sent chills down your spine, legs parting for him without your control. You nodded, and he took what he wanted from there.
“You didn’t go too rough,” you manage to make out. You gently rest your hand on his face. He smiles, taking your hand and placing a small kiss.
He climbs back on you, kissing all the marks he made on you: the dark marks on your neck and chest, the red finger indents on your hips, and most of all, the sweet tears you shed from him giving you some of the most heavenly orgasms you’ve ever had. He couldn’t help but kiss all over you, it was one of his favorite things to do after-all.
“How about i run you a warm bath and get you cleaned up and put to bed?,” he asked.
You were exhausted after your encounter with him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning, calling out of work for the 3rd time this week. But hell, you didn’t care if you got fired at this point, all you cared about was the man before you, supporting you and treating you like a princess no matter what.
You smile. “That sounds nice.” You try to move again, legs too sore from being on his shoulders or around his waist for a few hours straight. He gives you a final kiss to your lips before climbing off, grabbing his underwear, and leaving the room.
You continue to lay there, hearing the bath turn on. You try to stay awake as Peter never wanted to sleep in the filth that he put on your skin, confirming that as he walks back in.
“Are you still awake, princess?,” he asks, running his fingers through your hair.
You nod, eyes feeling heavy with sleep.
“Okay. Come here baby.” He gently slides his hands around your body, picking you up and resting you over his shoulder, taking you to the bathroom.
He rests you in the warm water, relaxing and healing your sore body. You open your eyes at him and smile.
“Are you okay with me washing you, or do you want to wash yourself?,” he asks.
Normally you would, but at the moment you don’t care. “You can do it, it’s okay.”
He takes a warm washcloth and cascades it down and around your chest and arms. He dips the rag in the water, ringing it out before placing it on your face.
“Close your eyes for me,” he says, taking your head in his hand and wiping your smeared makeup and tears off.
You close your eyes, allowing him to wipe off everything. You open your eyes back up when he’s done. He wipes your body down in the water, just doing a light rinse so you don’t feel as dirty. You would most likely get an actual shower in the morning.
“Here,” he hands the cloth over to you,” clean up your private areas,” he smiles,” Ive done enough damage to her tonight.”
You can’t help but smile back, taking the cloth and wiping down your private areas that were coated in both of your fluids.
“Are you okay now, sweetheart?,” he asks, caressing your cheek.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Good. I’m going to go change the sheets and get the bed ready for you, okay?” He kisses you again before leaving back into the bedroom.
You sit there and soak for a little while, basking in the warmth of the water around you. That would be the best way to describe Peter: he was like stepping into a warm bath or shower after a long, hard day.
Soon, he comes back in, switching the drain up, allowing the water to flow out. You’re able to move your legs again, using the sides of the tub to push yourself out.
He hands you a towel to dry yourself off with. Then, he pulls out one of his t shirts and a pair of your underwear to sleep in.
When you’ve finished drying off, he slips the shirt on over your head, pulling it down as you put your arms through. He gets down on his knees and allows you to step into your underwear, pulling them up.
He comes back up to you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, something he always did after he got you cleaned up.
“Now, how about we head to bed?,” he asks.
You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. He takes that as a yes. He picks you up onto him, taking you back into the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, pulling the covers back to tuck you in. He climbs in behind you, covering the both of you up before wrapping his arm around your stomach, pulling you in closer.
“Goodnight Y/N, I love you baby,” he says, kissing your cheek. You can’t help but blush a little.
“Goodnight Peter, I love you too,” you say before finally resting.
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