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frankenkyle19 · 6 months

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-The No Longer Virgin-

Kinktober Day 5: Virgin!Peter Maximoff x reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings/description: loss of virginity, handjobs, blowjobs, premature ejaculation, 69’ing, oral male and fem receiving, whiny Peter, slight sub!Peter, awkward Peter, cute consent, probably ooc Peter, sorry.

posting two days early because I finished it and why not?

Peter totally wasn’t insecure about anything ever. Him? Pfft, no. He was the most confident, not insecure person who ever lived. So what if he was a virgin? So what if he hadn’t actually ever gone all the way? Or gotten a blowjob.. or a handjob… or even any over the clothes touching…

That was besides the point! It didn’t matter- not like he actually cared. It wasn’t for his lack of trying. He was always down to clown it just… He hadn’t found the right person. Apparently being a mutant speedster wasn’t a turn on for most people. Who would have thought?

Oh well. He’d lived his life this long without it, who’s going to say he couldn’t live the rest of his life being perfectly content with his hand or his stupid fleshlight? He’d live it’s not like-

But oh when he saw you for the first time he lost his damn mind. Why were you so pretty? Why did you talk to him? Show him any sort of attention? Peter wasn’t used to it, and it immediately made his brain short circuit. He wasn’t the brightest in the bunch, but he knew you had to at least like him a little to want to hang around him.

But why? Peter still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you actually wanted to hang out with him. Was it some form of pity? Did you feel bad for him? God he hoped not…

You two became fast friends, but Peter couldn’t help but want more. Not in a creepy way, just like a hey I’m in my 20’s and still a virgin and now that a girl is showing me attention my body is reacting like a teenage boy going through puberty-

God he needed to get a grip on himself. Get it together Peter! Keep it in your pants for Christ's sake.

And of course what he didn’t know was that you loved teasing the hell out of him. Seeing his cheeks heat up and the way he stumbled over his words. It was priceless.

The first night you kissed Peter, he was positive he’d died and went to heaven, or was in some super realistic dream. There was just no way this was real. Why would you want to kiss him? Him of all people.

But boy did he kiss back. His lips molded against yours perfectly as you draped your arms over his neck, humming against his soft lips, eyes closed as you attempted to deepen it.

Peter was loving it. He was convinced he could stay like this forever. Well that was until you attempted to climb into his lap and he freaked out and zoomed off in a blur of silver.

He finally had someone who wanted to mess around with him and now he was too shy? What was wrong with him!

It’s not that he didn’t want to- he was just incredibly nervous. Like heart beating out of his chest, stomach churning nervous. What if he did something wrong? As far as he knew you didn’t know he was a virgin, but if he kept up this act you’d find out in no time. How embarrassing…

But still, every time you tried to initiate anything other than kissing, Peter either made an excuse or just straight up ran off. It was embarrassing but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you why he acted the way he did. What would you say? What would you think?

Even once you two officially started dating, he was super shy and jumpy. He didn’t even really like to sleep in the same bed with you. Cuddling? He was fine with, but there was something so intimate about sleeping in a bed with your partner that he just wasn’t ready for.

He never really thought he had problems showing or giving affection, but the longer he was with you the more he realized he was terrified of all of it.

You were so patient with him, which made him feel even worse. He saw how desperate you were to be with him but poor Peter couldn’t bring himself to actually do it.

He wanted to. He jerked off every night to the thought of you, of your pretty face and how you looked at him during your makeup sessions. It had him cumming in surely a world record speed.

Peter researched why he felt this way. Why couldn't he just be with you the way he wanted. Like dude, the image of the two of you naked and sweaty, rocking against each other? It really got him going, but the reality of it seemed too much for his poor brain to be able to process.

He came to the conclusion that he was scared of intimacy. Or maybe he was just nervous to have his first time. Some odd combination of the both. He had to get over it, right? He couldn’t stay a virgin for the rest of his life. Especially when he had a smoking hot girlfriend right in front of him.

He had to find a way to get over it… He was determined now.

Finally, you two had been dating steadily for three months now. Three whole months with no under the clothes touching. Or over the clothes touching either if we’re being honest.

You had kind of clued in now that Peter was nervous about being with you in such an intimate way. You never pushed him. When he was ready, if he ever was, he would let you know.

So that’s why you were a bit surprised when during one of your frequent makeout sessions, when Peter began to harden in his sweatpants, he didn’t pull away. You noticed how his breath sped up, but instead of running off, he stayed put.

Your hands fell to his thighs gently, testing the waters as Peter pulled away from your lips to catch his breath. He whined quietly, barely able to be heard as his hips subtly arched into the feeling of your warm hands.

Before you went any further though, no matter how much he seemed to want it, you decided to ask him how he was feeling in the moment.

“Peter? Hey, if you want to I’d love to, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to. If you aren’t ready, that's okay too.” You said quietly, reaching up to cup his cheek.

His skin was warm and red under your touch as he nuzzled the side of his face into your palm, sighing softly as he closed his eyes.

“I uh- I do. I’m ready, I want to.” He said quietly, not meeting your eyes.

“I’m sure by now you’ve realized I’m a virgin.” He mumbled, blushing impossibly darker as he huffed quietly, his chest rising and falling under his t-shirt.

“Peter, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s okay.” You hummed, pulling your boy closer in an attempt to give him some sort of comfort. You could see how he was fighting himself in his mind, wrestling between the choice to do this, or to run away. Again. He was tired of running away.

“I just- I don’t want to do a bad job- I really want to make you feel good. And I’ve watched porn and shit like that but it- it’s not the same and I really don’t have any clue what to do.” He whispered, the saddest most desperate look on his poor face.

“We can go slow and I can help you. Anytime you have a question you ask, okay? I will never ever judge you. And if you want to stop, that’s okay too. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Your words were exactly what he’d needed to hear these past few months when he was too afraid to even talk to you about any of this. He was finally ready. You’d need to walk him through it but he was ready.

“Okay, I want to. Please- need it.” He whined softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he weakly bucked his hips forward in search of friction of any kind.

Slowly but surely you let your hand fall to his crotch, rubbing over the bulge in his pants gently, trying to coax out more of those beautiful noises from his throat.

Peter tensed for a half a second before he shuddered, leaning further into you as he whined.

“F-fuck-“ he choked out, bucking his hips up, causing your hand to slide farther against his covered length.

“Feels good-“ he mumbled weakly, body tingling with pleasure as he tried to keep himself composed to the best of his ability.

“More please-“ He grunted, already so worked up and you found it so adorable. He was in for the time of his life.

You pawed at his length with a bit more pressure and you saw the way that his hands clenched at his sides. He wanted to touch you, but was nervous to make a move.

You moved your hand from his crotch and took both his hands in your own before placing them on your breasts.

Peter’s eyes widened to a near impossible size and you were worried they might actually pop out of his head at this point.

Damn. You had bomb titties. Like ooh mama they were amazing.

He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of his excess saliva before he started drooling or something-

He squeezed your breasts in each of his hands, reveling in the warm, squishiness of them. He could stay like this for the rest of his life. He was sure of it.

You let him explore your body for as long as he wanted, touching every part of you he could reach in a curious exploration of something he’d so badly wanted to do for so many years.

This was it… He was going to lose his virginity tonight. And he couldn’t wait.

Your hand came down to gently massage his length once more before finding the elastic of his sweatpants, dipping your fingers under it so slowly.

Peter was too enamored with your breasts to realize what you were doing at first. He panicked a bit when he finally realized, worried that maybe he wasn’t big enough- did his dick look weird? When was the last time he actually inspected himself? So many worrying thoughts flooded through your mind but the second your hand crept under his pants and past the waistband of his boxers to finally touch his cock without any restrictions?… He was on cloud nine.

He’d never felt something like this. Sure he had his own hand to compare it to, but yours was so soft, so warm and so so much better than his own.

It took everything in him not to nut the second you touched him. It really did. He was so desperate. His cock twitched in your touch as you did your best to stroke him inside his boxers, thumbing over the tip to collect the pre-cum there. You couldn’t see it, but he felt like he had a nice cock. A big, bulbous tip, a nice, decently long shaft, and thick veins that ran across it.

Your mouth watered a bit at the thought of tasting him, and you were just about to. But much to Peter’s embarrassment, a few more strokes had him cumming hard over your hand, making a mess of his boxers.

He froze, body tensing as he bit down on your shoulder to muffle the noises that fell from his mouth. Holy shit… How embarrassing. You barely touched him and he came.

You gasped softly in surprise, not expecting it so quickly, but his name was quicksilver after all. Maybe for more reasons than one? Speaking of quicksilver, he was hard again almost instantly. Thank whatever gods there were that he recovered as quickly as he did. So at least he was ready for round two in the blink of an eye. His cock twitched with interest once more as you removed your hand from his pants, looking at the white creamy fluid that covered your fingers.

“What do you want to do now?” You asked him, watching the adorable fucked out expression on his face. He sat up a bit taller and cleared his throat, recovering from his sudden orgasm.

“I uh- I’ve always wanted to uh- sixty-nine? But I haven’t Uh- you’d have to tell me what to do to make you feel good. Like I obviously know about the clit- pshhh, duh, but like I want to make sure I’m doing it right.” He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably as the cum covered the front of his boxers.

You slowly peeled your shirt off your body, Peter gawking at you the whole time.

You gestured to his clothes and in a second, with a soft ‘fwip’ he was naked in front of you. Well damn…

He blushed softly, looking at you for any signs of disappointment, which you certainly didn’t show.

His cock was just as hot as you expected it to be. It curved slightly to the left, and was… Well, probably the prettiest cock you’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.

It wasn’t too thick, but was long, and god you couldn’t wait to feel it inside of you. Patience.. That would come later.

“Pretty.” You whispered, which sent shivers up Peter’s spine. Pretty? What? You- Jesus he could barely think.

You unclasped your bra and in a split second he was on you again, his large palms cupping your breasts as he kneaded them gently.

He looked at you curiously before he let his lips ghost over your hard nipples before taking one of them into his mouth, sucking gently.

His mouth felt delicious against your breasts and you arched your chest into the feeling, hands gently grabbing his silver hair.

He spent several minutes exploring your breasts before he pawed at your jeans, trying to urge you to take them off.

You did just as he wanted, unbuttoning and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in just your little panties.

And lord, Peter almost came again. The sight of you nearly completely naked made his cock ache. He needed something. Now.

He grabbed for you, getting you into a lying position as you kicked off your underwear, letting it fall somewhere as he manhandled you into the perfect position. You were facing his length as he faced your core, both of you in a lying position. Peter nearly drooled at the proximity to your dripping cunt, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and taste.

“Go ahead baby.” You said gently as you took his cock in hand once more, stroking it firmly as you spit onto the tip.

Peter almost forgot all about tasting you the second your hand was in contact with his cock, but luckily he hadn’t.

He scooted forward a bit, letting his tongue press against your core, barely breaching your folds. He swallowed hard, your slick covering his tongue in an intoxicating flavor that he could find himself easily getting addicted to.

He parted your folds with his tongue, delving inside as if he’d done this hundreds of times before. His nose brushed against your clit as he licked and sucked to his heart's content, mouthing at your core with a desperation you’d never experienced.

You pressed your lips to the tip of his throbbing cock and his breath stuttered against you, lips wobbling.

His eyes were closed and his hands rested on your thighs as he tried to get his tongue as deep inside you as humanly possible.

He was losing his ever loving mind. The mixture of you on his tongue and the way you licked so gently against the tip of his cock had him seeing stars.

He pulled away for a moment to breathe and watch as you kitten licked his cock.

He whimpered softly, bucking his hips against your lips, causing his cockhead to slide across your cheek, smearing his pre-cum against your skin.

“S-sorry-“ he mumbled, biting down on his bottom lip as you finally took his tip into your mouth, suckling on it like it was some kind of damned popsicle. The vacuum your mouth created against him had him crying out, thighs quivering as he teared up from the pleasure.

Your tongue gently traced the slit in his head and it had Peter crying out in sensitivity, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you to stop or even be gentle, because he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the slight pain it brought along with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck- ooooh god baby oh sHit-“ he decided to shut himself up by burying his face back in your pussy, eating you out like his life depended on it.

You had to say, for his first time, he wasn't bad. Not at all. In fact he was actually decent. He found your clit nearly instantly and suckled it into his mouth, being as gentle as could be while still pleasuring you.

You bobbed your head over his length, coating him in your saliva as he weakly bucked his hips forward, causing you to gag slightly.

Peter still couldn’t believe this was happening, part of him thinking this was some wet dream that his mind had dreamt up to torture him with.

But nope. It was real. So real. Too real if you asked him.

And soon enough he was close for the second time that night, body shaking with pleasure as you suckled on his cock. Dear lord, he couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much.

“Y-you gotta stop- I’m gonna- oooooh I’m gonna bust baby-“ he begged, hips desperately flexing as he shuddered.

You just continued your assault on his poor cock, milking him for everything he had, and he came once again, costing your mouth in his salty release.

He threw his head back and gasped, unable to catch his breath for several seconds. He thought he was going to die, but by some sort of luck, he survived. He was alive and well. So much better than well in fact.

He shivered as you popped off of his length, wiping your mouth as you swallowed his release and god damn, that was so hot to him.

He sat up shakily, breathing heavily as he blinked slowly, bliss overcoming him as he tried to calm himself down.

Twice. You’d brought him to release twice already and he still wanted more.

There was just one last thing to do, and Peter was a little nervous, but ready.

He wanted to fuck you.

He sat up, glancing around your room curiously. The last thing he wanted was for the two of you to have to stop because you didn’t have protection. As much as Peter knew he could probably pull out before he came, he in no way wanted to risk it. Not a chance.

“You don’t got a Uh- a condom do ya?” He asked, chuckling softly as he fidgeted with his hands.

“You think I don’t? I’ve been waiting months for this Peter-“ you said, reaching over into your bedside drawer and pulling out a little foil packet, tossing it to Peter. He tore it open and carefully slid it on his length. It felt weird, tight but not bad. Just a new feeling, just like everything else that he’d experienced today.

You laid back on the bed, your breasts bouncing so perfectly as Peter stared for a bit too long, losing his train of thought as he so often did.

You cleared your throat, snapping Peter out of his trance like state staring at your bomb as hell titties. Okay maybe he shouldn’t say it like that- your magnificent breasts. Was that better? No.. no it definitely was not.

The way you laid on your back, wiggling your hips upwards made Peter lightheaded and he found himself crawling towards you without a thought, pulling you into a kiss, his cock nudging at your entrance. His body was shaking a bit and he wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or nervousness. Maybe both? Yeah.. yeah probably both. Because holy shit, he was really about to do this? After today he’d no longer be a lame twenty something year old virgin! Yay! That had to call for a celebration of sorts.

He took his cock in hand, giving it a few firm strokes before placing it back at your entrance, giving a gentle push as you cunt sucked him in. Your wetness mixed with his saliva made the best lube as he slid right in with very little resistance.

A heavy gasp fell from your lips as with his first thrust inside, you felt as if the air had been knocked right from your lungs. He was hitting your cervix with ease, a bit of pain coming from just how far inside he was.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he began to thrust back and forth slowly, the feeling quite literally too much. You were so warm, so fucking tight and the way his cock slid in and out of you was a real sight to behold.

He gripped the sheets by your head to steady himself. The last thing he wanted was to collapse and crush you or something embarrassing like that. That’d almost definitely ruin the mood.

Except you were sure he could do just about anything right now and it wouldn’t ruin the moment. He was so far inside you you swore you could feel him in your stomach. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around Peters waist, pulling him closer as you cried out with each of his perfect thrusts.

Your moans were music to his ears and he swore he could record it and listen to it on repeat every second of the day. You shouldn’t even be allowed to make noises like that, considering the effect it had on poor Peter.

“Fuuuuuuck you’re so warm- my god-“ He groaned out as he thrust into you, his pace getting progressively faster and a bit rougher. You were definitely going to be sore later, but it would all be worth it.

You smiled softly and scratched at his shoulders gently with your nails, dragging a moan from his throat as his hips stuttered.

He’d find a pace and then stutter every few thrusts, humping into you with the desperation of an animal in heat.

He couldn’t believe he’d been missing out on this all these years. Sure people had told him sex felt good but this was more than just good. This was heaven.

“Mmm, so good for me Peter, r-rub. Rub my clit-“ you whined out, pressure building in your core with each thrust, his groin bumped against you, tingles of pleasure spiking through you.

Peter did exactly as you asked, one of his hands coming down to rub against your clit when suddenly he had the most devilish idea.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in concentration as he began to buzz the pads of his fingers across your clit as he grinned, knowing the effect it would have on you.

You yelped in surprise, eyes flying open as you looked down to see what he was doing. Oh. You hadn’t even thought of that as a possibility but it was so good.

“Peter- baby I-I’m close-“ you managed to choke out, arching your back to meet each of his thrusts, your poor abused pussy clenching around him in desperation.

“I’m close too- fuck cum for me baby- cum for Quickie-“ He let out a breathless laugh as his thrusts lost their rhythm even more, his thighs shaking as he felt himself just about to tip over the edge.

You weren’t sure if the two of you came at the same time, but it had to have been pretty damn close because the second you saw stars behind your eyelids, you felt warmth inside you as Peter released into the condom.

Once the two of you rode out your releases and caught your breath a bit, he pulled out of you, pulling the condom off his sensitive length and tossing it into the small trash can at the edge of the bed.

He collapsed against the bed, chest heaving hard as he turned over to look at you. He was a wreck, sweaty silver hair covering his forehead and poking him in the eye as he blinked. His whole body was hot to the touch, glistening with the smallest sheen of sweat.

“That was fucking amazing. Holy shit balls.” He panted, looking at the ceiling as he attempted to process what had just happened. He was no longer a virgin! Woohoo! Now no one could continue to make fun of him for it!

“Shit balls?” You questioned, shaking your head as you laughed, smoothing Peter’s hair back out of his face before pressing a kiss to his nose, grinning.

He snuggled close to you despite being sweaty and gross, closing his eyes as he breathed heavily, exhausted. It was another new feeling to him. He wasn’t usually tired and rarely ever slept, so for the first time in a while, he felt like he needed a nap. And a Twinkie, but a nap first.

“That was so good baby- thank you- I gotta sleep, feel like I’m gonna pass out.” He said groggily, pressing kisses to your skin in an almost delirious way as he fought to stay awake.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Peter. Sleep.” You cooed and he cuddled closer to you, wrapping you up in his arms. You felt so safe, and Peter just felt at peace.

His new title was ‘the no longer virgin!’ And he intended to wear it proudly.

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jellyluvr · 10 months

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Lovemaker - peter maximoff

X fem reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Tw: nothing much. Peter is a little suggestive I guess? Basically fluff but it's definitely not comforting. Vomit too. And women's restrooms.

S: you have your first encounter with peter, a raging bimbo, and chocolate wap. (Waffles n pancakes you dirty bitch)

LOVE THIS GIF OF HIM LMFAOOO

Some of mentions of like gayish stuff? Or lesbian stuff? Only like two sentences but there u go

Title is ass!! I'm aware. Source of happiness was assier so this one is personally better

You were in your typical store. Movietown it was. Pretty cool, movies and Pokémon cards everywhere. You were specifically checking out the adult section. Yknow... just for fun. And as you scanned through the various covers with girls half naked, you found one. You looked at it for a second more.. high school musical?

That Janet girl at the front really needed to do her job better. But, whatever. You just continued to look for some more cleavage as you circled the section. Someone caught your eye though. Besides Janet, there was a guy. With silver hair. You were peeking at him over the shelf, and you watched him sneak a few dvds into his jacket. As you watched, he suddenly disappeared. Gone.

A gush of air hissed at your face, and you turned to see what happened.

"It's rude to stare, yknow.." the guy with the silver hair said, looking at the girls with cleavage with you. He noticed you were a girl... were you gay? He chuckled a bit to himself, but he didn't ask. Maybe you were just trying to find inspiration.

"Who are you??" You whispered, your eyes shifting from him to the dvd covers.

"You don't know who I am?" He whispered back, seeming a bit surprised.

"No, obviously not dumbass??" You commented back in a whisper shout.

"Peter maximoff? Quicksilver..?" He turned to you, his eyebrows furrowed. You just shook your head 'no'. You didn't know who he was at all.

He just stared for a moment before the corners of his lips turned up. He grinned, and snickered some.

"You're lying aren't you..." he laughed a little, then straightened himself up, still giggling.

"Well, I'm peter." He said, refraining from laughing as much. You weren't laughing at all though, you just nodded with what he said while you thought about who the fuck this guy thought he was.

"What's your name?" He said casually, grabbing a DVD with some girls tits on it.

"Y/n." You said curtly. You wanted to come off as rude at this point. You didn't really want to talk to this random guy.

"So why'd you steal that stuff?" You said, staring at the various borderline pornos infront of you. Maybe you did want to talk to him. He seemed nice..?

" 'cause I can. Plus, it's fun. Wanna try?" He laughed some, his hand going to your shoulder and rubbing it in a very unsettling way. He put himself in check and immediately took his hand off when you looked at him like he murdered somebody.

"No. I'm good." Peter was starting to catch on to your slight attitude. He found it more amusing than annoying.. so he didn't mind in the slightest.

"So why you lookin' at the porn section?" He asked, placing the DVD back. All the covers did have girls in bikinis and other various porn things..

But the question threw you off. Maybe it was for the latter option, or it was for some lame excuse. Either were equally embarrassing. Nothing. "Nothing." You responded. It was a lie. Now you looked dumb.. he probably thought you were going to bring those home and do something with them.

"No, I was just like, looking over there for fun." Now you were being somewhat truthful. Half of you wanted to stay there because you just liked all the hot girls. You couldn't deny it... and it made you start to realize why boys liked tits so much.

"For fun? What kind of fun?" Peter snickered, his eyes scanning over the DVD covers. He knew he was annoying. That was why it was so fun. "J.k!" He laughed seeing your reaction. You were pissed, and he was very aware of that. But he really did like how pissy you were. It made him feel nice. Like his heart was beating only for you. That's what made him shut up.

"Sorry," he cleared his throat looking at your straight face. His dimples still showed through, but he was trying his best. "You wanna go get coffee with me or somethin'?"

He knew damn well he didn't drink coffee despite his energy. It wasn't like he could say 'you wanna go get some twinkies with me?'. It would've made it weird, and he only wanted to make you happy. Plus, he had only seen your smile once. He wanted to see it again.. and again.. and again.

"Where'd we go?" You said abruptly, crashing his thoughts while he thought about a coffee place. Starbucks? That was a great place right? "Starbucks..?" He said sheepishly. He had no idea about the real world. He just stayed snuggled up in his mom's basement and occasionally went out to steal stuff. Like that day.

"Or (your local coffee place)?" Peter just stared for a second nodding his head. You were calm. But half of your stomach was flipping and your mind was making your heart beat faster... it was so much at one time.

"Okay.. cool... so there then..?" He smiled. He looked so dumb, but he looked cute in a way too. He really just wanted to go out with you some. Plus he was practically drooling over you. He was honored you had even looked in his direction.

"Yeah. There'd be cool." You smiled back, taking one last look at the dvds. You didn't have a car. Let's face it... you were one broke ass motherfucker. You didn't even know why you had gone in here.. maybe to steal the gumballs at the front? No one would ever know. But everyone did know you definitely weren't rich. You lived with your mom, just like peter.

"So do you have a car or??" You asked quite embarrassed. Peter didn't have a car. Obviously?

He laughed lightly. He loved showing off, especially to cute girls.

So, he placed his hand on the back of your neck, the other going to grab your waist. You knew he did that on purpose, but you didn't say anything to avoid an awkward conversation. You were confused, but you didn't even have time for that. (Literally. Get it? Cuz he's like rlly fast and she can't go that fast?)

Everything became a blur of colors as air snapped at your face. Your neck went back, but thankfully peters hand was there. In about 2 or more seconds, you were at (ur fav coffee shop or smth). Then, everything began to spin. Your life looked like horrible watercolors.. everything was blurred, but not blurred. Then, you stomach felt like it had been kicked in. You felt the sudden urge to throw up, and peter had you in the women's restroom in an instant.

You were bent over the toilet, peter standing next to you. (It was the wheelchair accessible stall). You gagged, and then finally threw up whatever you had eaten. Peter looked away, his hand pulling on his mouth as he did.

"Don't worry... it's normal." He muttered, his eyes closing at your gags. He never liked this part when he took people on rides. Or runs.. or whatever you should call it.

As you finished your... session... you flushed the toilet and got up before going to the sink. You felt somewhat better now, kind of. You stared into the mirror, sighing before putting your hands under the sink, rubbing them to hopefully turn it on. That was when you realized it wasn't motion sensor, and peter just snickered as you turned the faucet on. You wiped your face, washing your mouth out a few times. It still tasted gross..

Then, a girl shrieked. Like full on movie quality.. she could've gotten a role in scream queens.

You looked over, and it was of course some bimbo. She looked at Peter, then at you, then at Peter. Peter was confused at first, but then it hit him. This was the women's restroom, he was clearly a guy. That was the issue, and he put his hands up, trying to show he wasn't a threat. It made you laugh a little.

The smile was wiped off instantly as you watched the girl lunge at him, her pink purse aiming for his face. You gasped, watching as Peter zipped past her, then grabbing you like before.

And now, you were in some crusty basement. The dizziness was back too...

"Ugh.." You groaned, leaning on the wall as you tried to recover. Peter just laughed at you, and at what had just happened. Would've been much worse if he chose the men's. God.. that would've been a horrible day for you.

"Yknow, women's restrooms are clean. That's like, no fair. At all." He chuckled, his hand rubbing your hair before he found a place on the floor. Bright lights. And pop colors shined in your face. Once your eyes adjusted though, you realized peter had his own mini arcade. But 2 out of 3 of the games were broken. Or 'out of order'. How retro.

"Well, change of plans.." He sighed, a grin still tugging at his lips. He watched you come over to sit next to him, his back leaning against the couch. The floor was much more comfy than the couch. Everyone knew that.

"We could like see who can fit the most gummybears in their mouth? Or somethin' else.." he winked, a laugh escaping his throat. You stared at him in disbelief for a second, laughing a little too. You didn't understand why something so dumb could be so funny.

You two just sat there for a minute, thinking really. You both were sitting 'criss cross applesauce' (I don't know the correct term, forgive me), your knees touching. Your head turned to peter, and his head turned to yours as his lips met his nose. He seemed to have done it unintentionally, but you couldn't help but laugh. Peter laughed some too, but pulled himself together from an idea.

"Waffles or pancakes?" He asked, a little smirk showing. That was a hard question. A really hard one.. eggos were to die for and the pancakes your mom made were also incredibly delicious...

"Both." You responded, feeling quite proud of yourself for coming up with the best response. He scoffed, that smile still on his face.

Then, before you knew it, peter was gone. But only for about 3 seconds before he returned with pancakes... and Waffles.... all on one plate stacked like in the commercials. What was even better was the chocolate syrup oozing from the crevices of each waffle or pancake. It made your mouth water.

Peter set the plate down infront of you, you moving to lay on your belly as you looked at the pancakes. Peter was still standing up, and he thought for a moment. "Wait, I forgot something.." he zipped away, then zipped back, soda in his hands. Coke.

He set one coke down next to you, and you felt the coldness radiate off of it. Peter then moved down to lay on his belly as well, your side having a fork and a knife, his the same. Your eyes barely met over the tower of calories infront of you, but neither of you seemed to care.

"You might wanna wait a minute before opening that, by the way." He gestured towards the coke. He had just ran with it at like really high speeds so it probably wasn't the best idea to just open it. It'd probably explode in your face, so you just nodded grabbing a fork and pulling off the pancake at the top. It was covered in chocolate of course, and you began to eat it, your mouth being careful not to bite into just syrup.

Peter laughed some, but he also began to eat the waffle under the pancake, etc. He bit into it, humming at the taste. "I fuckin'..." he paused to chew, "love waffles.." he took another bite, one cheek full of food at the other covered with his dimple. You laughed at him, continuing to eat your pancake happily.

"So.. this is a date right?" You asked, swallowing down your food and clearing your throat from how much you had eaten.

"Yup. A shitty one.." he bit down into the waffle, his teeth purposely showing. There was chocolate syrup all over them, but you just thought it was cute.

"No! I like it. Thanks for the pancakes too." You smiled, a genuine one. Peters eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes, and he then looked back down at the waffle hanging from his mouth.

"And waffles.." he mumbled, his mouth full of food. He had no manners at all..

But, once he swallowed he cleared his throat looking at your lips again. "You got somethin'.. on yer mouth." He mumbled, his thumb going up to wipe it. It was chocolate, but you couldn't help but notice how he had gotten closer, his thumb wiping away the sweet goodness.

He snickered, seeing a smudge.

"Here.. lemme get that for ya.." he leaned in, and before you could react he kissed you. Way off from your lips, actually at the corner of your mouth, but atleast it was a sweet kiss. A sugary chocolate one.

You giggled, letting him kiss you.

"God... I'm stuffed." You stood up, shaking off that he had just kissed you. And then, you realized just what he was gonna say. He stood up, getting eye level.

"I can stuff you up with somethin' else.." he laughed, leaning back as his eyes wrinkled. He thought he was just the funniest person ever.

"Yeah. You should be a comedian.." you rolled your eyes, turning away as you laughed some.

Maybe it was funny. Just a little bit.

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Hope u guys like it!! Yes, there will he another part. Also, sorry for the horrible flirting I don't know if peter would be this bold or not. Anyway, thanks 4 reading!!

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