The 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 Sound of 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 │ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟

Ch 2. I haven't done that before

The 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 Sound of 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 │ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟

Smut warning. Please see first ch for series description and TWs. 💕

Ch 2: I haven't done that before.

My back arched from the mattress as my fingernails dug deep into his back. My legs hooked together around his waist for deeper penetration. He was slick with sweat and I was, too.

"Baby, I'm about to cum. Tell me where you want it." Peter's breath was hitching in his throat.

"Just one more minute. Please!" I was so close. Peter closed his eyes and continued railing into me.

"Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. I can't. I have to cum-"

"Make me yours. Cum inside me. Please!" I almost screamed. I was near the peak of my orgasm. Peter had never done that before. I think me encouraging him sent him over the edge because he came as soon as the words left my mouth.

Almost right after, I reached my own climax. I gripped the sheets and his back. I could feel myself clenching around his cock, milking him for all he had. He moaned softly as we both finished. He pulled out of me, dripping on the sheet and my thigh.

"Peter! I just washed these!!" I laughed. I sighed and laid in bed for a moment.

"Oh, man. I'm sorry. Let me help..." he said kindly. What I wasn't expecting was him to lick up my thigh. I moaned at the slickness of his tongue on my thigh. He kissed up my thigh to my full cunt.

I looked down at him; cocking an eyebrow but not stopping him. He smirked and licked up my slit with his tongue flat, cleaning up the mess he made. My hips bucked at the sensation, rolling involuntarily at his face.

Peter wrapped his arms around my legs and yanked me closer to him. His mouth nearly engulfed me, allowing for his tongue to reach different places and his teeth to graze perfectly against my clit. I moaned loudly and ran my fingers through his hair.

Peter has always been good at eating me out. He loves it and so do I. But he's never finished inside me. And he's certainly never gone down on me afterwards. I could feel my insides become tense. My orgasm was building again. My breathing was no longer even. Peter moaned my name into my cunt as he licked, sucked and nipped at me.

"Oh, fuck! Goddamn...Peter..." I nearly screamed out his name when he shoved his fingers inside of me. He finger fucked me as he continued to devour my dripping cunt. My back was arching uncontrollably, my hips forcing my slit to fuck his fingers back. Finally, my body tensed and my release was absolutely pornographic. He kept going and going to the point where I thought I would piss myself.

"Peter. Please." I moaned, feeling the new sensation boiling up in my body. "I'm gonna.." and that was it.

"Woah! Shit! Babe? Did you know you could squirt!?" He said absolutely fascinated.

My body was exhausted. I had tears in my eyes and at that point I wanted to take a shower and go to bed. "No. I didn't." I said, shoving the blankets off the bed and stomping to my personal restroom.

"Y/N? Are you ok..?" Peter asked as he followed me into the shower.

"I told you to stop." I shampooed my hair and washed my face before he responded.

"I'm.. I'm sorry. I thought you were enjoying yourself. I didn't mean to force you to do anything. I'm so sorry!!!" His face said it all. He looked remorseful and disgusted with himself. That wasn't my intention.

"No. Look, Peter. ThAt was. AMAZING. Phenomenal. Mind blowing. It's not that I didn't want to. It's not even that you didn't stop. I didn't WANT you to stop. I was just....scared. And embarrassed." I stopped washing myself and leaned my forehead against his chest. He smoothed down my hair gently and then lifted my chin toward him.

"That was sexy as fuck. There's no need for embarrassment. No room for that in this relationship!" He smiled and kissed my forehead. I smiled back but didn't comment. Relationship...right...

We changed sheets and crawled into bed as we did most nights.

"Oh yes!" We heard someone in the next room moaning. "Yes, yes, yes!!!"

"Ugh. Really?!" I said loudly, banging on the wall. "Tony built this whole fuckin thing but didn't soundproof shit!" I sat back down on the bed. Peter had changed into his hoodie and sweats.

"Where are you going?" I asked, confused.

"Well I think Thor had that date. I was gonna go knock and ask them to keep it down..." he said, reaching for the door.

"No! It's ok..." I sighed. "I was probably worse just now. It's him trying to make me jeal-" I bit my cheek. Fuck.

"Oh daddy, just like that..." the moans continued.

"Jealous?" Peter asked, sitting on the chair.

"I just meant like. Competing. I don't know. Isn't that some shit men do?" I tried to save myself.

"Y/N... please me honest..."

I sighed. The bed creaking in the background made this so much more awkward.

"Thor and I. We uhhh...we dated. Kind of. More like what we do..." I said pointing between me and Peter.

We heard a few smacks. Spanks rather. I made a disgusted face.

"Is that why it bothers you so much? You miss him?..." Peter's eyes rimmed red but he didn't falter in his words. "Is that why you won't be with me? Y/N, you're really important to me. Not just as a teammate. But as someone I feel a connection with. I like you. I want to be with you. Even if that means hooking up for now. Or even just...I don't know. What do you need? Thor? Me? Nobody?" He seemed overwhelmed and sad.

I walked up to him slowly and then crouched down beside the chair. I looked up at him. "Peter. Thor and I are friends now. I don't want him. I want you. He's in the past. He's just weird about it." I rolled my eyes. "Besides. He never made me cum like that." I bit my lip, trying to tease him a bit. He smirked.

"Oh my god!!!!!! Thor!"  A very loud and guttural moan seeped into my bedroom in that moment. As well as about 15 seconds later a pounding at the door beside mine. "Shut up!!!!!!!!! I'm trying to sleep!!" And then stomping steps away from the door.

"Tony sounds pissed. Maybe now he'll make some alterations to the rooms." Peter laughed.

A few hours went by, Peter had gone back to his room, leaving me alone. My phone lit up. I expected Peter but instead I got Thor.

Sorry about the noise. We will keep it down next time.

Lol. I won't.

That's rude.

You're rude. That poor girl will probably never hear from you again.

She knew what this was. Does Peter know?

I ignored him. I stared at the question for what felt like hours.

Yeah. That's what I thought. You just use people. Poor Pete. He deserves better.

You don't  know me or our relationship. Don't talk to me about what I deserve and don't deserve. You're the heartless one.

I began to cry. I knew he was right. Peter deserves better than me. I'm worthless. I'm trash. I'm pathetic.

As I sobbed to myself, I heard a knock on my door. I quickly wiped my tears and opened it. Wanda stood there, cookies in hand. "I know it's late but...I thought maybe you could use this..." she blushed. I know she tries not to pick up on everyone's thoughts but I'm glad she did tonight.

It was 4:30am before Wanda left. We had eaten cookies and I updated her on everything. She'd been my best friend since I joined the avengers. She took care of me and loved me and I did the same for her. I looked at my phone and realized I had missed messages from Thor and Peter.

I'm not heartless and you know that. You know the truth and that's what matters. Sorry for being a prick tonight. Sleep well.

Just to be sure.... *attachment*
Peter had sent a pic of plan b and my favorite snack and drink. I laughed out loud. I genuinely couldn't wait to see him again. After talking with Wanda and even Thor I realized what I wanted. At least for now.