!WARNING: SMUT!
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His hand gripped her thigh as he left a trail of kisses down her neck. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, Peter breaking into Y/N's apartment in the middle of the night seeking something intimate. She never questioned it and would often stay awake late to see if he would come crawling through her window.
"Peter," she hummed, "stop teasing". Her comment made him chuckle against the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Sorry, sweetheart", Peter responded before placing a soft kiss along her collarbone, "I'm taking my time with you tonight". His words made her needy, shifting awkwardly under his weight. He rarely made her feel like this. Peter was a soft and caring lover. However, he was one to usually rush to the act itself, being too impatient to wait.
Although frustrating, this change of pace was inviting, and the way he was touching her more turned on than ever. Peters's hand that was resting on her thigh had slowly started to move upwards, pulling Y/N's body closer as he did so. She laid beneath him, dressed only in a shirt and panties. His lips had found their way to hers, kissing her with an open mouth.
His naked torso pressed against her, visible bruises and scars covered his skin. He was always looked like this, battered and bruised. She never questioned it, not wanting to pry into Peters's personal life. He was secretive about his life with her, not wanting to ruin this arrangement they had going. However, she considered him a friend, and she did worry for him.
As his body pressed into hers, Y/N could feel his growing member through his boxers as his free hand reached under her shirt, cupping her breast. Y/N broke their kiss as a small whimper left her lips.
"See what you do to me, Y/N?" Peter whispered, referring to the bulge that was now pressing against her core, teasing her through the thin fabric she wore. His hand had now moved from Y/N's breast, slowly making its way down to the lining of her panties. He slipped two fingers underneath the fabric, now being able to feel the heat between her legs.
"So wet for me already" he chuckled, his fingers teasing her entrance. He placed another kiss on her neck as Y/N squirmed underneath him. He ran his fingers between her folds, causing Y/N to buck her hips against his hand, permitting Peter to press his fingers inside her.
"Fuck.." she moaned as he slowly began to pump his digits in and out of her. Peter stared down at her with a smirk, marveling out how easy it was to make her weak.
He continued his motion, curling his fingers as he watched Y/N inch closer to coming undone. As her breathing became more uneven and as she began to tighten around him, Peter removed his fingers. Y/N looked up at him with an expression mixed with wondering and annoyance. He placed a soft kiss on her lips as a response. "Patience" he whispered.
He kissed her once more, tugging at the bottom of her shirt that had now become an obstacle. "Take it off" he commanded, the dominant tone surprising Y/N and himself. This was a new look for him, and she was enjoying it.
Obliging his demands, Y/N took the oversized sleep shirt off in one motion before tossing it on the floor beside her bed. The cold night air hit her bare skin with a breeze, hardening her nipples. Peter stared down in amazement. He had seen her naked countless times yet was always stunned by how beautiful she looked.
He kissed her again, pulling her bare torso into his as she slowly fell back down onto the mattress. His kisses became sloppy as he moved to place small kisses on her neck and down her stomach before landing between her legs. He looked up at her with doe eyes as he pulled her panties off. She now laid naked before him, craving his touch more than ever. She almost swore he could tell what she was thinking as when the thought came into her head, Peter leaned down and planted one small kiss on her clit. The action sent a shiver up her body.
