Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 79

⚠️This chapter contains sexual content. Please read with caution.⚠️

‼️Very vulgar words‼️

•Continued•

~♡Y/N's POV♡~

As soon as he leaves, I lie down and close my eyes, trying to collect my thoughts. I don't understand any of this. How can he make me feel like this? It's exciting, but it makes me feel so dirty.. I know he'll be back soon, so I just have to get it done and over with.. I bend my knees up as I slowly reach my hand down to my crotch, just placing it on top of it, not moving or putting any pressure down. My heartbeat speeds up with anticipation. I need it. I can feel it throbbing, and it's driving me crazy. I lightly rub myself through my pants, and I gasp as I put my head back and close my legs. After a minute or two, I start again. My hips buckle as I rub a little harder, and I start to breathe heavily. I need more, so I put my hand down my pants and in my underwear. My eyes widen when I lightly run my finger across my slit and feel how wet I am. I don't really know what it is.. I know I didn't just piss myself..

I bring my hand back out and look at the clear but foggy substance glistening in the light. I rub it between my fingers, and I can feel how slick it is. I slide my pants off and toss it onto the floor. I pull my underwear down to my ankles and start feeling myself again. My breath hitches when I go over my clit. This feels so wrong. This isn't my house, and this isn't my bed. I shouldn't be doing this.. But I can't stop. It feels too good. This is Peter's fault.. He's the one that sat on top of me and pinned my wrists above my head. He's been teasing me all day. The bathroom, the kitchen and now the living room.

I can't help but imagine myself in those scenarios again. In the bathroom.. When he squeezed my waist and I backed up into him. I saw the look on his face. He was blushing and I felt him grab my hips. Just remembering that makes my heart flutter. I start to rub my clit in circles and my jaw drops as I do. I'm trying so hard not to make any noise. I know the house is empty but I think it's embarrassing..

My other hand starts to rub under my shirt. Lightly running my fingertips across my skin, down to my stomach making it fill with butterflies. Then the kitchen.. When he asked me if that's why I haven't kissed him yet. He just loves to mess with me. I really can't tell if he meant it. Does he want me to kiss him? I want him to kiss me.. I speed up as I think about his lips against mine and moving across my skin. I accidentally let out a small whimper and I quickly move my hand up to cover my mouth.

I can feel a knot building up in my stomach, which only makes me rub faster. I need that release.. And finally, the living room. He didn't have to get on top of me. He could've just let it be. He didn't need to get back at me but I guess he just felt like it. He also didn't have to pin my wrists like that. Especially in such a way that makes my cheeks burn with blush.

That's what did it. That's what started the heat, and he just kept adding to the fire.. When he pulled me on top of him, and that intoxicating voice that asked me where I was going when I tried to leave. And he just had to put his knee up. Specifically the one between my legs. Oh, and he just needed to bounce it for the rest of the movie. Did he forget I was on top of him!? Did he forget what his leg was pressing against?? Does he even know what that can do to a girl? He doesn't know how hard it was to resist grinding against his thigh.

Fuck.. I bite my lip as my hips start syncing with the movement of my hand. Going faster and harder. I start to imagine him above me, holding my hands above my head as he stares down at me. I start moaning, muffled by my hands as my legs shake. I can feel tears forming in my eyes from the amount of pleasure building up inside of me. I wish it was Peter.. My back arches as I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back. I let out a loud but muffled whine as the knot in my stomach rips apart and I can feel an explosion of pleasure between my legs. I close my legs tighter as I slowly pull my hand out from under the blanket. I lay there, breathing heavily as I come down from my high.