Having 001s Child (Peter Ballard x Y/N Smut)

NINE- different

***smut btw finally obviously 🫣***

2 weeks later

Even after that morning, Peter and I have only brought up the idea of killing Brenner only once. We don't know how to do it, really. When we drop off our baby? Who knows.

That conversation we had that night too, made us closer than ever. Some nights, Peter comes over to stay with me because of his nightmares. He tells me he gets nightmares now about what happened to me, and it pains me to hear it. I wish my trauma wasn't his nightmares.

He could say the same for me though. Him getting tased now lives in my dreams, but sometimes when I wake up from the nightmares he's already knocking on my door because of his. It's a cycle we both can't comprehend. We're not even dating.

Haven't even spoken about it.

Maybe we're just here for each other for comfort, but I don't know, it could be because he's the father of the child in my stomach that is only getting bigger.

My morning sickness has been getting worse too, so on the nights where he doesn't show up at my door he's usually here by 6am just in case I throw up. When I do throw up, he makes me pancakes because of my cravings after. He holds my hair back while i'm throwing up in the toilet too, and tells me everything will be alright and our child will be a golden one.

That brings us to right now.

I trace my fingers along the cold marble counter as Peter is baking some cinnamon rolls today. And that's when the feelings of nausea hits me.

"Shit. Peter, i'm going to throw up." I say, getting up.

"Alright, come on let's get you to the bathroom." He says, as he drops the cream that goes on top of the rolls.

I run to the toilet as I hear him behind me. I knell down and throw up the dreaded morning sickness.

"Peter, thank you," I say, then I throw up again.

"No need to thank me." He says, as he rubs my back. "Just let it all out."

"No. I am, I don't know what i'd do without you." I say.

"I don't know what i'd do without you either." He says.

I look back and we lock eyes, and smile. Then I turn back around to throw up, obviously.

Fianlly after 5 or so minutes of doing that, I tell him i'm done and we get up. As we're walking back to the kitchen, something crosses my mind.

"Peter, why haven't you made any moves sexually on me yet? We can still have sex." I say.

"I know. I'm just scared because of your past. I don't want to hurt you, Y/N." He says.

"Oh Peter, you could never hurt me. You're the best thing that's happened to me, in a while." I say.

"Alright, well i've been feeling up for sex the past few days too I guess. I just didn't know how to ask. You sure you're okay, doing this right now? Because you've just thrown up and all-" He says.

"Yes, I'm fine." I say, as my arms are wrapped around his neck.

We look into eachother again, and start making out. The making out i'm used too, but this one, is heated, like very.

He pulls his lips away from mine. "I bet you've been thinking about me non stop the past 2 weeks, weren't you?" He asks

I now finally bumped against the table and instantly put my hands left and right on it for support.

He finally has come so close again that I could feel his breath against me as he said,

"now spread your legs widely, you slvt"

I don't think him calling me a slut is appropriate after what he found out, but he's hot when he said it, so it just gives me more butterflies.

And with that he positioned himself between my legs, folding my skirt up and looking at me with his hazel eyes.

"oh so wet for me. . ." he says, smiling.

He unzips his pants and slowly goes in. I gasp in a painful, but pleasured way as I haven't felt him in a month or 2 now.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, again.

"No, this is what I want and i'm sure of it." I say in a shaky voice, as he slowly pushes in and goes deeper by the second, the tension between us is very noticeable.

"You're doing so good." He says in his raspy morning voice. I close my eyes, and try not to whimper. I feel it go deeper as I start to sweat.

He goes faster as i'm pushed up against the counter, my moans slowly starting to grow louder.

He doesn't go as fast as he once went, obviously being careful about the baby. I respect him for that.

My back arches like a cat (stargirl interlude reference obvi) while my hands grasp his hair, and his hands move my waist up and down on his pp.

"Oh my god," I quietly moan.

"You're doing so good, Y/N." Peter tells me. "Would you like for me to go faster?" 

"Yes," I tell him.

He lies me down on the cold counter, while he is standing up. He grabs my waist and then starts pounding like super fast and hard. He starts to moan and whisper "fuck" under his breath. It just makes me closer to my climax.

He finally reaches his, and pulls out. I reach mine around the same time, not moaning as loud as I used too, but it still felt good.

This sex, felt different. Not awkward, we'll kind of. It's just- we weren't fucking as friends. We were fucking like we were actually making love. Like we were in love. I don't know what he feels about me, but the past 2 weeks he's proven that I do have feelings for Peter Ballard.

"You did so good, i'll clean up for you as your prize." Peter says with a smile.

"Thank you." I say, tired. I walk up to my room.

I lay down in my bed and that's when the scorching pain from my stomach starts.

HEYYY GUYSSS SO ik the smut in this isn't as strong, for 2 reasons.
1. I wanted to outline how Peters and y/n realtionship has changed, like more of a lovey bond you two have, and not just some forced hookup.
2. it's 1:30 in the morning and i'm half asleep LMAO

i'll update in the morning or sum byee goodnight or good day!

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