peter ballard x fem!reader (oneshots)

attitude*

warning: bondage, choking, hair pulling, edging😧😧

as i roamed around the halls, i felt a familiar presence following closely behind. i turned around abrupty, my face being met with someone's hard chest. i backed away, looking up at the person who was following me. my eyebrows furrowed as i realized the person was peter. "why are you following me?" i asked, not in the mood for conversation currently.

peter looked taken aback by my tone, but quickly bounced back to his normal self, "well hello to you too, y/n." he said, a smug smirk falling onto his beautiful face. i wasn't amused, i raised a brow urging him to continue.

"follow me." he said curtly, grabbing my wrist dragging me somwhere. i presumed he was taking me to his room, and i was proven right as i recognized the hallway to be the one where the orderlies slept.

he opened his door, pushing me lightly inside before i turned, facing him. "so?" i asked, not in the mood for sweet talk. his brows furrowed, seemingly confused by my lack of kindness toward him today.

i wasn't fond of him at the moment. the last time we had spoken, we had gotten into yet another argument, and a petty one at that. to sum it up, peter was angry because i was talking to another male orderly and i didn't seem to get the severity of it.

he sighed, looking down at the ground before speaking, "im, im sorry." he said quietly. i scoffed, "that was a shitty apology." i said, attempting to move past him and get to the door.

he looked up and grabbed my wrist, "im sorry for getting jealous and taking it out on you." he finally said. i was still partially mad at him so i rolled my eyes, "okay. can i leave now?" i said, an annoyed tone hinting in my voice.

peter hated when i acted like this, so i did it just to piss him off.

peter looked down at me, a look of frustration on his face. "i said sorry y/n, what else do you want?" he retaliated, his hands now rubbing him temples. i smirked, strolling closer to him. i stood on my tiptoes, my lips close to his ear, "you." i whispered, pulling away and looking up at him.

as soon as he had processed what i had said, he pushed my against the wall and met me in a rough kiss. his hands roamed my body as his lips travelled down my jaw to my neck. "don't think just because we're doing this that i forgive you." i retorted, still upset with him.

he unattached his lips from my neck and moved close to my ear, "then we're gonna have to do something about that, hm?" he whispered, his hot breath cascading down my neck. i bit my lip, trying to hold my facade.

his lips met mine once again in a heated kiss. his hands hooked under my thighs as he whispered 'jump.' i jumped and peter wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing me further into the wall. i could feel his growing erection pressing against my thigh.

he then moved us off the wall and onto the bed, not once breaking the kiss. he moved his lips from my lips to my neck, attacking my sweet spot as he lifted my shirt off of me. i arched my back, helping him remove it.

his lips then went to attack my chest, making soft moans escape my lips. his lips pulled away from my chest as he got up off the bed. he began to take his shirt and trousers off, making me do so as well. i was left in just my panties and peter in his boxers.

he climbed back on top of me, his belt in his hands. "give me your hands." he demanded, undoing the belt and wrapping them around my wrists. he then secured my tied wrists to the headboard, making me whine out; in need of some sort of pleasure.

he shuffled down the bed, until his face was level with my lower half. he placed a soft kiss on my already soaking heat and then proceeded to take off my panties.

when they were off his wasted no time in making soft cirles on my clit with his tongue. i moaned loudly, throwing my head back onto the pillows from the sudden pleasure. the pace of his tongue sped up as one of his fingers entered me, making me moan out his name.

then he added another, curling them in and out of me at a relentless pace. i felt the knot in my stomach tighten, ready to burst. my legs started to shake, which signalled to peter that i was close. and as soon as i was about to release, peter stopped touching me.

the lack of friction made me whine, squirming around in some need of pleasure. "peter," i whined out, trying to move my hands down to relieve myself, only to rememeber they were bounded together at the headboard.

he looked up at me, his eyes feigning innocence, "yes, darling?" he asked. i squirmed around more, needing him touch. "please touch me." i said helplessly.

peter laughed lightly before taking his boxers off. he climbed ontop of me and began to line himself up with my entrance. when he pushed into me, he didn't stop to give me time to adjust, he just began to pound relentlessly into me once again.

his hand reached up to wrap around my throat, restricting my air flow enough to pain me a bit, but not enough to seriously injure me. i moaned, "peter, please keep going." i begged, needing more.

he kept his hand around my throat, making my cries of pleasure come out a bit strangled. he began to thrust into me faster, making the knot in my stomach grow close to it's climax once again.

"peter, please don't stop." i begged, looking up at him with teary eyes. he groaned from above me, "god, fuck. you're doing so good y/n." i moaned loudly, my release coming soon.

just as before, when the knot in my stomach was about to burst, peter pulled out of me. a single tear fell down my cheek from the overstimulation. "peter, please!" i cried out, needing some sort of touch.

peter then crawled ontop of me, undoing my wrists from the bedframe and releasing them. i pulled them down to eye level, noticing the faded bruises that were probably going to darken over time.

peter then roughly flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my waist up, lining himself up again to my entrance. he entered me quickly, causing me to arch my back and moan out in pleasure.

he pounded into me from behind at a merciless speed. i couldn't hold myself up anymore so i let my upper body collaspe onto the bed. peter groaned from behind me and reached up to grab my hair, roughly pulling my head up off the pillows.

i then noticed the mirror that was placed on the wall behind peter's bed. "look." peter demanded, my eyes moving to myself in the mirror.

my face was flushed and my hair was messy, my back was arched and it looked like i was just letting peter have his way with me. peter was sweating a bit, his toned body glistening in the light.

his face, oh god his face. he looked like he was experiencing the most pleasure of his life, similar to how i looked. my moans got louder as peter urged me to keep going, his hand still tangled in my hair.

i felt the knot in my stomach grow, and then burst. waves of pleasure and euporia spread through my body. peter soon pulled out and released his grip on my waist and hair.

i collapsed onto the bed, peter falling next to me. i looked down my my wrists, noticing the bruises starting to darken, and then at my waist. the tight grip peter had on me had created finger shaped bruises on my waist.

peter noticed my state and pulled me closer to him, "was i too rough?" he asked with concern laced in his voice. i smiled into his chest, "no it was perfect." i replied.

and with that, i quickly fell asleep.

a/n: ELLO LADS!!! I HOPE U ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. I MIGHT BE MIA FOR ABOUT A WEEK BECAUSE IM TAKING A TRIP WITH MY FAMILY BUT ILL BE BACK SATURDAY!!!