sleepyhead || peter ballard x fem reader

i need you.*

i shot up. that dream was the fucking worst. i can't get the image out of my head when i left my actual dad. all by himself, but now i have a new one, who treats me like a labrat, papa. all the kids here are taught lessons by papa. we are all made to call him that, and those who rebel will be beaten. i'm one of the eldest here, except for 002. papa says 001 never existed, but i know the truth. i need to get out of here soon. but i can't. my train of thoughts are stopped by peter running into my room. he shut the door with his powers and grabbed me off my bed. he shoved me against the wall, kissing me aggressively.
"god y/n," peter moans between the kisses.  it is so hard to get you out of my head." i smirk through the kiss and he starts trailing his kisses down. to my neck, leaving love marks on it. seconds later he had gone down to my chest, taking my gown off and staring at my bra. he looks at me, as if asking if he could remove it.
"please, y/n. please." he moans, and i nod, unable to speak from the pleasure and the growing knot in my stomach. he unclips it and throws it in top of the gown, kissing and caressing my boobs.
"peter.." i manage to get out of my mouth. he carries on going down with the kisses, to my stomach, where the knot is growing bigger and bigger. "peter i need you. now. i'm almost there" i say again. he looks up and smirks, playing with the lining of my panties.
"already, darling?" he smirks, and the knot gets bigger again, i'm in agony right now. i need him inside me. "nice thoughts, y/n. god, i must be getting better at this, hm?" god. he knows i love when he does his hms. this pain is unbearable. suddenly, he stops playing with my panties' lining and checks his watch. he then chucks my clothes at me and shouts, "SORRY, ITS BRENNER!" the knot goes away in my stomach. doesn't burst, just disappears. i was so fucking disappointed.