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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This pt. 16

Dark! Peter Maximoff x fem reader (Mob Au)

Sorry about the delay but to make up for it this part is a little longer than usual!! And there's something special for you guys!! 👀👀👀 I hope you like it! And always comment or send me asks to let me know what you thought of it!! I love hearing from y'all (not fully proofread so if there are some mistakes please ignore them)

Summary: Peter has felt like a piece of him has been missing ever since he was taken away from his mother to be raised by his father. But when you seem to fill that piece there’s no way he’s ever letting you go

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, subby peter

Word Count: 2.5k

Peter’s question weighed heavily, making the air in the room disappear. You found it was hard to breath but under his heavy gaze you forced yourself to form a response that came out more like a question. “Spend the night with you?” You repeated, wondering if he understood the implications of his words.

Despite the boldness of his request his eyes were cast downward at his hands that laid in his lap. “Yes.” His hand came up to subtly touch the nail indents you had left in his cheek, an action that reminded you of your wrongdoings against him.”I do not think it is the worst thing I could have asked for.” His dark eyes moved to your face making you look away.

The dark undertone of his statement sent a shiver up your spine. As if sensing your discomfort he paused before continuing. “I lied.” His blatant statement caught your attention and you lifted your head to look at him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he continued.” I haven’t been sleeping well since you left, your absence made it… difficult. I missed your presence, even if it was just in the room next to mine. It was nice knowing that I wasn’t alone…” You could tell there was more he wanted to say but settled for an oversimplification hoping it would ease you.

“Alright.” You rose to your feet, doing your best not to collapse. “I will spend the night with you, if it is what you want.”

Peter scrambled to his feet, the unrefined gesture making you let out an amused huff. “It is.” He replied, breathless as he took your hand in his. “Oh it is.” You gave him a soft smile and watched as his face broke out in a wide one. You had never seen him smile in such a way, your chest tightening because of it. He kept your hands joined as he guided you to sit with him on the edge of the bed. You waited for him to undress but were surprised he moved to lay on the side of the bed closest to the wall. Peter looked at you expentaly waiting for you to do the same. Your face burned with shame and what you had assumed.

You awkwardly moved to lay on your side facing him. For a moment no one moved, you just watched one another. You took in the gentle rising and falling of his chest and the way his silver eyelashes seemed to glow in the darkness. You wondered if he was comfortable laying in suit pants and a dress shirt but he seemed unaffected. You tried not to show your own discomfort, one you blamed on laying in your damp work clothes. You kept your hand cradled close to your chest, knees slightly tucked up. You were trying your best to fit within the small confines of the bed. “I don’t think this bed was made for two people.” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

Peter just hummed, his chin tucked to his chest. His hands stayed close to his chest, clasped together as if he was replicating the gesture of holding someone else’s hand with his own. You took you a minute to realize that he was waiting for you to hold him. In your brief history of knowing one another he had never really initiated contact with you. Despite his wants, his unfamiliarity with it all stopped him from doing so out of fear of making a mistake. You moved your body impossibly closer and scooted further up onto the mattress, so his head was now level with your shoulders and chest. You were about as unfamiliar as he was but not so much so that you didn't know what to do.

You guided your hand across his side and underneath his arm to settle on his back to pull him closer. Your other hand lifted his head slightly so his head could rest on your arm. You then began to softly stroke his hair and watched as the tension leaked out of his body. His breath shaky as he welcomed the forgein touch. He moved so one of your legs was slotted between his and his leg rested along the curve of yours. and relished in the feeling of such intimate contact. His head came to rest in the space between your shoulder and head, nuzzling into you, his nose grazing the underside of your jaw. It was quiet and almost peaceful before his voice broke it with a question. “Do you like me?”

You were taken aback by it. “I like you.”

He let your answer mull around his head for a moment before asking another. “Do you love me?” This time his voice was quieter, unsure.

You thought about it for a moment, weighing your options and the outcomes of them both. You could feel his impatience grow as he awaited your answer. But you couldn't bring yourself to say those three little words so instead you went around it. “I do.”

“You do?” Peter asked, brows coming to furrow together. Unsatisfied with your answer, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

“I do.”

“Say it.” He pressed, moving back so he could look at you.

“I did.”

“Say you love me.”

“I already said I do.”His frown deepened and you relented. “I love you.” Although your response was barely above a whisper he heard it. A pleased noise rumbling in his chest, and he resumed his nuzzling. You felt his hand begin to trace the the exposed skin above your chest. Peter was trying to replicate what you had done to him in the library. But at the memory of what had happened after had him whimpering as he felt his tight pants get even tighter.

“People who love each other get to do things other cannot.” He started, skin warming under your touch.

You felt your heart stop at his newfound revelation. But you played coy. “Like what?”

He hummed in thought as he scooted up to your level, the tip of his nose nearly touching yours. “They get to eat together, spend time with one another, share things, touch one another.”

“Touch each other?” Peter looked to you to gauge your reaction but your face remained unreadable so he continued.

“They kiss. Real kisses like the one in your bedroom, not just on the cheek or forehead.They get to touch each other in the way you did in the library.” At the mention of the incident you froze, knowing that it would have come up sooner than later. Although you hoped for later. ‘And I do love you.”

“You love me?” You stalled, hoping to steer him away. He nodded. “How do you know it is love and not… something else?”

Peter’s face contorted in confusion. “What else could it be? I only ever think of you, of your face, your kind words… of your touch.” At this he took your hand and led it down between your bodies. He placed your hand on the crotch of his pants and laid his over yours. He gave your hand a soft squeeze which made you give one unintentionally in return. He tilted his head back and shuddered. “O-oh your touch. I missed it.”

“Peter that was meant as a one time thing.”

‘You don’t love me then?” His eyes searched yours for the lie you were hiding.

“I love you but-”

“Please.” He begged, lips moving to kiss your jaw. “I’ve waited for you, you don’t know what you’ve done to me.” He pressed his lips to yours and you were surprised by his boldness. Although you weren't sure you could call it a kiss. His desperation caused it to be a clashing of teeth and spit, and when he pulled away a string of saliva connected you both. His watery eyes were blown out and a whimper escaped his lips as he began to rock his hips into yours, inexperienced and sporadic. “Please.” At the site your last ounce of restraint was broken.

“Like last time?” You asked, beginning to stroke him softly squeezing him.

Peter let himself get lost in the moment before shaking his head. “I want to see you.” His curious hands came to touch your clothed chest, groping your chest through the material. “C-can I kiss them?” You nodded but before you could remove your shirt he began his assault. You watched as he sloppily kissed the fabric before mouthing at the outline of your breast. You cursed and let him before pulling him off, his drool darkening the fabric in his absence. He whined at the loss of contact until he saw your hands coming up to work the buttons of your shirt. His breath was heavy and opened mouth as he watched you. Your simple black bra was exposed to him and you felt his hips rock in response.

You reached behind to unclasp it and your tits spilled out with a bounce. “Oh god.” Peter groaned, voice high and whinny. “You’re so pretty.” His compliment had you flushing with warmth. He wasted no time attached his lips to the puffy nipple while his hand came to squeeze greedily at the other. His natural instincts taking over as he began to suck, it was too painful and rough, as all of his touches were. You let him until you felt him nip the sensitive bud.

“Peter baby wait.” You winced, making him stop his assault on your chest. “You gotta be gentle, no biting honey.” You stared down at his wide eyes, petting the side of his face with your knuckles. He preened from your gentle touches and pet names. Eyes fluttering closed, his moan vibrating through you. “M’sorry.” He mumbled, not detaching himself to respond. He began to suck again and shifted himself so he was laying half on top of you and you were on your back.

You let out a reluctant moan of your own and Peter paused, moaning in response. He began to suck with a new motivation, eager to hear more of your pretty noises. And after a while you couldn't hold them in anymore. Your soft moans ringed in harmony with his breathless and whinny whimpers. Peter moved again, rocking his hips into your core, it was fast and hard. “His lips slipped from your chest as his eyes began to roll back. “The feeling is back. “O-oh it feels so strange, but it’s so good.” He had buried his face into your neck, roughly biting down despite your warnings of not to.

“Peter!” You hissed, the pain easing as he mouthed at the wound. He fought the urge to smirk, now all in the manor would know who you belong to.

He rested his weight on his hands as he thrusted his hips into you, he knew so little about sex but he knew what made him feel good.Peter assumed this is what sex was. Little did he know how good it could feel if there was nothing between you and he was buried balls deep inside. But he knew none of that so instead he settled for dry humping you.

He had recalled that day in the library and knew that after you had given him so much pleasure it felt so good to buck into you. And if he hadn't been so spent after coming he would have done as he was doing now. So he humped your clothed pussy, shaking the frame of the small mattress and moaning into your ear. Tears pricked his eyes as he felt his frustration build, he couldn't figure out why it didn’t feel as good as before. Then he realized it was because you had been in control last time. The rush he had from you touching him and bending him to your will made his control so unsatisfactory.

He let his weight fall onto you as his hips kept at it. “I can’t- I need you to do it.” Peter moaned, suddenly flipping you on top of him with a strength you didn’t expect him to possess. His hips now bucked up into you. You hesitated a moment, it was one thing to let him take you as he wanted but it was another to do it to him. Even if it was far less vulgar than before. But somehow this felt much more sinful.

But the throbbing ache in your core from his relentless clothed thrusts and his soft cries for you to move you caved. You leaned back and rested your hands on his thighs as you began to move your hips over his raised member. “Peter,” You mused, throwing your head back as your hips picked up their pace. He whined your name in response and his hands laid limply at his side fisting the sheets. You figured he didn't know where to put them so you led him to rest his hands on your hips and he looked at you as if you had given him the world. Peter used it to aid your movements. His eyes were locked on your chest as they bounced, mouth agape and watering. “Something’s happening again.” He whined, his grip on your hips getting tighter.

“You’re cumming baby, I’m gonna cum too.” You whined, picking up your pace.

“I’m cumming,” He cried, loving the way the dirty word sounded on his tongue. “(y/n) I’m coming-” He sat up and pulled you flush to him, hips spasming as he spilled himself into his pants, the warmth of his cum making you come as well. You let out a string of moans that echoed throughout the room, mingling with his cries. Peter continued to hold you close as you both came down from your highs. You felt his hips shift below you, uncomfortable with the sticky mess that was in his pants. “M’ all messy.” He whined. “And sticky.” His face burned red with his embarrassment.

“It’s alright baby, I am too.” His eyes widened at your confession.

“I made you feel good?” Peter asked in wonder. You nodded, leaning down to kiss his lips, blaming the gesture on your lust.

“You better change, It won’t be very comfortable to sleep like that.” Peter listened to your words and reluctantly got up to rid himself of his spoiled clothes. But before he disappeared to change he spared a nervous glance back at you, as if scared the moment he left you would be gone. You gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right here.”

Peter nodded and closed the door to the bathroom. You wanted to change as well but not wanting to borrow anything for Peter you settled for slipping off your jeans and staying in your sticky panties. Which weren’t doing anything to ease your want for him. Peter returned in record time and settled next to you in bed. He slipped beneath the covers as you had done. He wanted to recreate your position from before but in feeling your bare leg his cock sprang to life again. He whimpered and you sighed. “It’s back.”

“You’re okay, tomorrow we’ll take care of it.”

“Okay.” he huffed. You moved him to where his back was to your chest so he couldn't seek any more pleasure and he could perhaps catch up on sleep. And sure enough his soft snores filled the room and you felt your eyes begin to heavy.

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