Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 26 😏

PETERS POV

as i swing over the tops of buildings, guilt pumps through my veins, and our argument swirling around my head.

'why did i call her that? what if she doesn't forgive me?' and 'i get why she said that to me, it was my fault, and i should've never called her that'

i clench my jaw tightly as i think of everyone she could get with if she broke up with me.

'no other man will touch her and i will prove that to her if i have to.'

as more and more thoughts stream through my head, i once again arrive at her house. awkwardly, i tap on her window, leading to y/n.. my y/n opening it, with bloodshot eyes and red cheeks.

she furrows her eyebrows slightly examining who it is at her window, before rolling her eyes and attempting to close it. i hold it in place so that she can't close it anymore, before sliding it wide open and slipping in.

"look, i didn't mean what i said. i just said what i was feeling in the moment.. and, uhm- i was angry. obviously" i begin to ramble, before she turns to face me.

"and i wasn't angry? you called me a bitch! and so did flash. do you know how that makes me feel? like i did something, like it's my fault" she begins, as she steps forward, poking me in the chest as she speaks, "but it's not. it's not my fault. it's yours. it's yours for not turning up, it's yours for shouting at me, it's yours for calling me a bitch"

"oh it's my fault? you came to (italics) my house, and shouted in (italics) my face. and it's not your fault, no?" i say, spite lacing every word i spit.

"no! it's not my fault! you're the one who practically screamed at me, banged on the fucking tables and called me a bitch because of your bad fucking temper!" she whisper-shouts, an annoyed expression on her face, but i can see her eyes gloss over all the same.

i grimace slightly, before i reply, "when i was swinging here, i thought of all the possibilities," anger and rage starts to build up inside of me as words tumble out of my mouth without thought, "of you getting with another guy? him calling you 'princess'? him fucking you senseless? but no guy would, would they? because you're mine to call princess, you're mine to fuck senseless. you're mine"

she opens her mouth to say something, an enraged look in her face. i tower over her, before leaning down and roughly kissing her, stopping her from talking. she gasps, before placing both hands against my cheeks, encasing them and letting her warmth fill them after the cold nighttime air had frozen them.

i break apart for a second. both of our expressions soft. we both know this is not the way to resolve and argument, but we will anyway.

"is this okay?" i ask her, my voice barely above a whisper.

"yeah- yes. yes it is."

i crash my lips back onto hers, and her tongue tries to enter my mouth, before i stop her and squeeze her ass, making her gasp, allowing me to enter. she smiles into the kiss, trying to fight for dominance, obviously losing.

as we roughly and heatedly kiss, i begin tugging down her skirt. i lightly push her against the bed, as i take the top this time. my finger softly traces her underwear, feeling how wet she is.

"already wet for me, baby?" i whisper, as she gasps loudly.

she moans into the kiss, as she begins removing my jeans herself. she undoes the belt, before tugging my pants down. i shudder slightly as her hand strokes against my bulge.

without wasting anytime, i pull her underwear off, discarding it elsewhere. she copied me with mine, before removing my top as well.

"are you ready?" i whisper, fisting my cock.

she nods slightly, before i continue, "pull your shirt up, i want to see your tits bounce as i fuck you until sunrise."

her breaths become more shaky, as she lifts her shirt above her neck. luckily for me, she has no bra on. quickly and swiftly, i dive down, snatching her nipple between my teeth.

her moans fill the room as my cock finds against her wet slits, like magnets.

i suck harshly, making her gasp, as i thrust into her. feeling her against me makes me shake immediately.

"fuck- it's only been a couple- days.." i begin, sinking further and further into her.

"ah- pete-" she cries, as she shifts slightly, making me groan loudly.

"shh, baby.. shit- as i fuck you, you must call me sir." i whisper, enjoying every moment.

i am mesmerized by how she feels against me, by how our bodies mold together.

"y- yes sir.." she cries back.

i remove myself from her breast, before kissing up her chest and along her jawline. eventually, i kiss her mouth, muffling our moans together. her fingers dig deeper into my back as i fuck her faster, making her boobs bounce, practically making me drool.

i run my mouth along her neck before removing my mouth from her.

i look around the room, noticing that she has a mirror across her bed. she tightens around me as i watch ourselves in the mirror.

she leans up, whispering in my ear, "i want to see, sir." she practically purrs the last bit, turning me on more by the second.

i flip us so that she's on top, as I grab her hips tightly. they roll against mine, as I groan loudly.

staring intently at the mirror, she quickens her pace, enjoying herself more by the minute. i lean my head up against her boob, before sucking harshly again. she moans loudly as she takes me on, riding me.

i laugh softly, as our heavy breathing becomes more ragged. her moans become louder as i become closer.

"fuck.." she pants out, before releasing her orgasm.

I groan as I feel her walls clench around me, making me come closer and closer.

i grab her ass, before combining our sweaty foreheads together, as she continues riding me.

we swap positions, leading me to knock furniture and lamps over. she laughs softly, before replacing it with a loud moan.

"Wait- yes, there- fuck..." she whimpers loudly.

Her lips replace her nipple, as we roughly kiss. As she does so, I release my thick, hot liquid inside her, making us both moan into our heated kiss.

every muscle and tendon in my body was tight and sore, showing that we'd done good. i pull out of her entrance, making us both moan once more.

after we clean ourselves, i put on my boxers meanwhile she puts on her underwear and top. as we collapse on the bed besides each other, we turn our heads in sync, as we laugh softly.

i pull her into a scooping position, before kissing her one last time on the lips.

"i'm sorry." i mumble into her.

"we've just had sex pete. if that isn't me saying it's okay i don't know what is."

smut in peters pov, thoughts???

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