That's Just The Way The World Works

What Will You Do

He pulled me over and shoved his hand up my lingerie, grasping my breast and kissing me roughly on the lips. I place my hands on the back of his neck and back, gripping tightly as the air between us is hot. My hands move to his hair as I run my hands through it, his hair soft between my fingers. Then suddenly his hands move to my neck and I'm pushed down onto the bed. His hand grips lightly around my neck and I'm left agaped, gasping for air, he looks down at me, the light only hitting the left side of his face as he leaned down onto me and to my ear, whispering, "Now I got you."

"And what will you do?"

"Wouldn't that ruin the fun?" He smirked.

I'm left staring up at him before I scoff, his hand still around my neck, "You idiot."

"Is that any way to talk to the person with a hand around your throat?"

I bite my lip.

He smiles and laughs without opening his mouth, somehow making him more attractive in the dim light. He comes down to my lips and licks my chin to my lips, kissing them and biting my bottom lip. He lets go of my neck and licks his hand before placing it between my legs, "as much as I love these-" he starts to rub, "It'll have to go."

I lean my head up and hold back a moan. He takes off the underwear and goes down, starting to lick and eat me out. I've seemed to have escaped myself and moaned, feeling the best I've ever felt. I grab his hair and pull at it. Before he is back up and pushes me against the wall as his bed did not have a headboard. My legs are parted on either side of him as he looks me deep in the eyes and starts thrusting into me. Over and over, it was the best sex I've ever felt. He finished and I put a hand on his cheek, as we both breathed heavily, his body slightly sweaty. "I love you." I breathe, he smiled, "I love you more."

🛑End Of SMUT🛑

I lay in his bed, feeling him breathe and dream beside me. It was five AM... Usually he would have gone out the window by now. I get up slowly from the bed and, as quiet as possible, take the blankets off and walk into the kitchen. I open the fridge and pour some Frosted Flakes in a bowl, pouring some milk into the bowl, looking out the window. It was almost spring time, yet the apartment still had a chill to it. I take a spoon full and eat it, seeing Peter come into his doorway. He wore only his boxers and I couldn't help my eyes lingering on his abs. "Morning." He says, his voice deeper as he had just woken up. "Morning." I say, smiling over to him.

He smiled back, genuinely, almost taken off guard by my smile, "What a beautiful face to wake up to."

"... Will you have breakfast with me?"

"... Of course." He comes over to me, "Share?"

I snort, "No, get your own."

He pouts at me, I roll my eyes. He smiles and puts his arms around my waist, covering my face and neck with kisses as I laugh and push him away, "Ok ok."

"I'm not dooooooone."

"Shut up Parker." I laugh.

"You wound me, Michelle." He says, dramatically putting a hand over his heart.

I look at him and in the dim light I see him in a different glow. My heart warmed my chest as I looked at him.

"What?" He asks.

Shit, I was staring. "Nothing." I say, looking away and taking another bite of the Frosted Flakes.

I feel him smile at me.

My heart is in my throat as it suddenly feels very silent.

His phone rings.

I let out the breath I wasn't aware was holding.

Peter seemed disappointed as he left to his room and grabbed his phone, picking up whoever was on the call.

"Yuri what? Slow down—Okok—Wait-hello? Ugh-" I hear Peter huff and quickly rummage around in his room. I imagined he was changing and off again. "I'll be back!"

"Okay."

I hear the shot of his web and am left in silence once more.

Is it selfish of me to feel frustrated?