#have to watch the cute girl get kissed by an evil monster? well we'll just kiss too then

[luveline]

i freaking love how u write peter!! i was wondering if ur still taking requests if u could do a peter x reader fic that they’ve been together for awhile but never had sex bc the readers insecure (me projecting lol) and finally she’s ready he like worships her and like compliments her over and over and teases her and stuff ty i love ur writing!!!

this was so fun tysm for ur request <33333 and tysm <33 slight nsfw 18+ please (heavy petting <3)

"There's no right time," Peter had said to you once. "We'll go as slowly as you want."

Peter knows you well enough to realise when you're feeling insecure. Whether it be in your relationship, your appearance, anything, really. He always knows, and he handles everything with more love and care than you ever feel like you deserve. You're shy and you don't have a high self-esteem, but you love the way he looks at you and you trust him more than anything.

You know Peter well, too. You know exactly what the little crinkle between his eyebrows means, know that the look in his eyes as he hovers over you and is trying his very best to suppress is lust.

You've messed around before, never far, heavy kissing and over clothes touching. It's probably why Peter is so surprised when you put your hand over his where it presses into your waist and push them up together, under your shirt. 

He pauses where he's attached under your jaw. You pant, released from the trap that is his evil, biting kiss into one of your tried and true sweet spots. You push his hand up further as if to prove a point in his silence, nervous by his inaction. 

His hand flexes under yours. He murmurs your name against your throat in question. 

You don't know what to say so you don't speak, guiding his hand to just under your chest. You're not wearing a bra, the whole reason he's on top of you now - you know, 'cos he's a sucker for your tits. He's never tried touching and you weren't really ready to let him. 

Until now. 

"Touch me?" you ask. 

His hand flexes again. "Are you sure?"

"I'm ready," you say quietly. 

His hand inches up by itself until he stops cold and lifts himself up off of your chest to look at your face. He assessed your features. You give him a good smile; you're ready, for real, even if you're nervous. You're excited, you realise, and he sees it too. 

"You'll tell me if you want to stop?" he asks, face stony. 

"Yeah. I promise." 

He gives you his serious face for a few seconds more before he smiles so wide it looks painful and dips down to kiss you. 

His lips are warm as he mouths over yours, kiss wet and soft. You try not to be too obvious as his hand stretches over your breast but you are, a too-pleased moan slipping out into the space between you as he pulls back. 

His fingers brush over your nipple. You make another small sound that gets him smug and adoring at once. 

"You like that?" You nod quickly. "Yeah? You're so soft," he dives down to kiss below your ear. "You're perfect," he murmurs, hand massaging gently as his mouth moves down, and down, and down. "Pretty girl, perfect girl." His hand goes wide, smooths gentle over your sternum to fondle your other breast in his big, firm hands. 

He sucks unforgiving hickeys into the column of your throat and you're too distracted by his pinching fingers to worry about the bruises, squirming and gasping at his playful twisting. A familiar heat starts between your legs. You know you're in for a good, long night as Peter pulls back to watch your face as he bullies your sensitive chest. 

He, overcome by fondness or heat or something similar, pushes his forehead against yours and giggles boyishly. "You're so fucking cute. You should see how you look, baby. All wound up and excited." 

"Oh god," you say, worried about the monster you've created, months of sexual tension with no where to go. 

"Keep his name out your mouth, babe. This is between you and me," he jokes. You grab his face in your hands and beam. "Oh, you're lovely. I can't wait to see your face when you-" 

You tilt your lips up and kiss him before he can say it.