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🚫 Surprise [Peter x Reader]

Requested by: 3Y3B3ING

I don't have that much experience in writing smut, and when I write it, it's usually for myself, that being said - please don't attack me if it's suddenly cringeworthy 🥲. Yeah, you better see that emoji warning + me discussing smut in this chapter. Do not read this if you're not comfortable with the characters involved or the fact that this is heavy smut. But if you're still here, enjoy, I guess.

Your POV

I don't mean to be rude, but I barely get to be alone on this farm. Therefore, I wish to have some time for myself. At least my friends, who think that because I'm older than them, I should do everything, won't pester me with chores. 

Right now, it's 4 am, and I figured I should wake up this early since I believe they all start getting up 5-8 am, which makes sense since this is a farm, and there are constantly lots to do. So, before anyone can spot me, I decided I'd try something new, something the rest of the gang has never dared to try before; hang out intentionally in the barn. I mean, what could go wrong?

The lantern I possessed flickered. I was finally at the barn's door. "Yes!" I whispered enthusiastically. I poked a lock-picking device around in the big, silver lock guarding the barn door. Then, that clicking sound hit my ears as the lock fell onto the slightly damp grass. I could tell you, it was almost like a lovely melody, mixed with the dulce scent of privacy, as I opened the humongous door.

As I walked in, the crunching of hay sent vibrations throughout my body with each step I took on the barn's floor. As soon as the barn door shut, though, the scent faded. I immediately had the feeling I was being watched, and the fact that the barn was huge wasn't helping.

I gulped as I gripped the lantern ten times harder than I did before, cautiously spreading my lighted arm into the darkness. The lump of saliva I had swallowed went roughly down my throat, almost leaving a burn. My heartbeat picked up with my walking speed, and the satisfaction I once gained from exploring the textured ground had completely left me, making me feel defenseless.

But then, all of a sudden, the empty feeling disappeared, being replaced with fear I bumped into something warm, squishy, and definitely breathing. As I backed up, I looked up, only to see a 6 feet pumpkin man lying before me. My heart sunk as I dropped the lantern I carried. Well, this definitely wasn't going to be some ordinary time to myself.

"W-Why are you he-" "Hi, I'm Peter, Peter the pumpkin," he exclaimed, cutting off my sentence. "What's your name?" He creepily tilted his head to the side, staring into my soul with his dull, open eyes and empty smile. "I-I'm Y/N," I muttered. My hands started to get all sticky and sweaty. This guy radiated an eeriness you could sense from a mile away. That is if you weren't completely unaware of your surroundings like me.

After a few moments, I awkwardly stepped back a little, only to feel something slither- no- multiple things slither up my back and around my waist, keeping me in place. Well, I guess I'm not excused yet, I thought. I looked down to spot coarse tendrils wrapping around me. Sweat seeped everywhere throughout my body. What the hell does this guy want with me? 

"Say... Y/N... would you mind helping me with a problem of mine?" He said in a low, breathy voice. "Yeah! Sure thing!" I spat quickly. I just wanted to be done with him already. 

2nd POV

"Well, since you seem sure, I might as well show you..." He finally replied. Peter wrapped his tendrils around your head, only to show you the tent that was bulging through his pants. "If you wouldn't mind..." His tone completely changed from creepy to shy. It was kind of cute. Your face reddened from staring at his boner, but you somehow still managed to nod your head, confidently. 

After you agreed to help him, he impatiently loosened his grip on you, waiting for you to make a move. Your fear quickly left you, your mood suddenly being replenished with lust as a smirk popped up on your face. You walked up to him and gently pushed him onto a hay bale, the lantern by your side. He sat down nervously, slightly kicking his legs, his hands by his sides.

You yanked down his pants and boxers in one, swift movement and placed your hand on his dick, lined it up to your mouth, and let your head fall onto its base. You let out a gag due to his length, but you didn't care. On top of that, you've waited a long time for an opportunity like this, ever since you turned 18, and finally, it came to you, and you snatched it up and devoured it. You slowly raised your head up, then went down, his member brushing your throat. 

As you started to adjust and pick up speed, he'd occasionally hum or let out a small gasp. You never knew someone this tall and powerful could be so innocent and adorable. Just when you started to pick up the pace, he tapped on your shoulder but got slightly annoyed when you dropped your head all the way down on his length as he climaxed into your throat.

As soon as you raised your head and swallowed his semen, he opened his mouth and commented, "You didn't have to swallow it." You just silently shrugged and bent over facing him to slip off your pants and everything underneath. You then hopped onto the hay bale with him and stood on your knees, placing them to his sides, your bottom hovering over his cock. [I feel awkward saying that since it also means chicken but anyway.]

 You placed your hands on his shoulders and asked, "Ready?"

Peter looked at you with a concerned expression since it had only been a few minutes, but he just went along, smiled, and nodded positively. You let yourself sink onto his... uh... pee-pee and moaned. [Welp, you officially just lost your v-card to a pumpkin you just met thirty minutes ago. Congratulations.] As you started to raise your hips and dropped down on him again, he wrapped your waist with a few of his tendrils, trying to get into a more secure position. 

You smirked at him when he did that and leaned in towards his face for a kiss. However, unlike the previous time you spent with him, this was rougher. You attempted to just gently peck him, but he grabbed you and smashed his lips against yours, forcefully slipping his tongue in and intertwining with yours. The sudden change in behavior was kind of exciting. It was ten seconds afterward though that he picked you up with his tendrils and turned you over on your stomach on the hay bale, his hands pulling yours back towards him.

As soon as he changed position, he began to ram into you, shoving his tendrils into the corners of your mouth. The husky moans coming from him were music to your ears. You yourself couldn't hold back much noise either, for his tendrils were keeping your mouth wide open and his pace was ravaging you. Peter went on for a tad bit longer until he was content and started to slow down. 

He thrust into you one last time before you and him came onto the hay bale. After pulling out of you, he joined you on the hay bale and lay right beside you, exhausted. Peter kissed you on the cheek then held your hand above your head and his. Maybe visiting the barn wasn't such a bad thing after all.

[WOOOOOOOOOOOO 1308 WORDS JESUS- well anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this... sinful thing. Toodles.]