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“Just like me”

This is my first fic ever lovelies! Any feedback is appreciated but pls be kind of i might cry tbh. Hope you enjoy. also i might change the title idk.

CW: age gap, degradation, praise kink, spitting, spanking, pet names, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving) some light bondage as in reader holds peter against a wall w her powers, and he uses his belt like cuffs. depictions of violence from readers POV and Peters. (she doesn’t want to fix him my loves, she’s nearly as dark and twisted as he is) basically porn with a plot. if you see anything else i need to add here, let me know!

also i stayed up all night writing this i proofed it the best i could hehe.

MINORS DNI! go cancel someone on tiktok or smtg. bye.

Background: y/N Blackwood learned from a very young age that she was not like the other children around you. You learned you had strange abilities and often they overwhelmed you. You could see inside people’s minds to know what they were thinking, you could move things with your mind if they were placed somewhere that you didn’t like, if you saw a flower struggling to bloom in the springtime You could make them grow. You discovered that skinned knees and bruises; which are common in young children playing outside were never a problem for you. You could make them disappear within seconds.

As you grew up in the small lonely town of Hawkins Indiana, one day you heard of a place there called Hawkins Lab, you heard rumors that they were children with strange abilities like yours. The day you turned 18 you decided you would go there and you would find out. How you convinced the extremely perceptive Dr. Brenner of your false story and identity to be hired as an orderly there you ’ll never know. You thought your world could never become more turned upside down than that day you realized that they were others like you. You were so very wrong, the day you looked into the cerulean blue eyes of Peter Ballard; your life permanently changed. It would never, ever be the same. You hid your powers well, Brenner had no idea there was an anomaly of the power he sought through the children, working in his lab.

As the time droned on, You found yourself unable to stay away from the handsome Peter Ballard. You would learn of the twisted darkness within, and you would revel in it.

*insert date*

It was your first day as orderly, and your stomach twisted with nerves. You had been told to wait outside Brenner’s office, and another orderly would come to show your around; and help you to find your room. As you heard footsteps come around the corner, you felt your breath catch in your throat. An incredibly handsome young man stepped in front you, and held out his hand. “Y/N Blackwood, correct? My name is Peter Ballard. It is a pleasure to meet you.” You looked up and met the flash of his blue eyes, and your eyes lingered for a moment. Then they fell to his golden hair, resting gently across his forehead. “Yes, that’s me.” Your hand met his, and you felt your pulse speed up as he gripped your hand in a firm shake. “Well, shall I begin our little tour?” Peter asked, trying to shove down the strange tingling he felt as he touched your hand. You looked at him once more as he towered over you. Peter looked at you properly this time. Your hair was tied back into a bun sitting at the nape of your neck, perhaps a condition of Brenner allowing your to keep it long. Your height was almost half of his. You barely met his chest and had to incline your head nearly all the way up to meet his eyes. Your eyes however, entranced him. They seemed to shift in the light, and it was impossible to pin them to a single color. He felt like he watching a storm over the ocean looking into them. Bits of grey like dark clouds, emerald green, and brilliant blue all in one. Your hair was so blonde it was nearly white. You cleared your throat lightly before agreeing “Yes, lets begin, I should get acquainted with everything as soon as possible.” He forced himself to turn away from your, lest he get lost in you. The slight shiver that went down his spine at your voice was much harder to ignore, however.

As he showed you around the facility, he found himself confused at the feelings of ease in your presence. He had barely known your a few hours, but Peter found himself rather disappointed when his tour was over, realizing his excuse to be around you was gone. He had to admit he was curious upon hearing there was a new orderly, and he had volunteered to show them around. Brenner was surprised at this, knowing Peter almost always kept to himself. “Any questions, Ms. Blackwood?” Peter asked you. You turned to face him, growing nervous at his small smile. “Ohm, no, none for now I suppose. But Please, Peter, call me Y/N. ‘Ms. Blackwood’ makes me sound like a teacher.” You responded with a small laugh. He tensed slightly, hearing your say his name; and he felt a warm feeling spread through him when you laughed. ‘No.’ He thought to himself. ‘What am I doing, you are no different than anyone else here…right?’ From that moment, he was determined to find out. If you let him close enough, perhaps he could delve into your mind. Except, he couldn’t. He cursed the Soteria device in his neck. Finally ending his tour, he showed you to your room. As went to take his leave and bid your goodbye, you spoke up. “Why are there numbers on the doors, Peter? Do the children not have names?” Peter turned back around, carefully thinking over his answer, he was not inclined for more shock therapy for stepping out of line again. “No, not here they don’t. Dr. Brenner refers to them by their patient numbers only.” “That seems cruel, even if they are ‘patients’ here, they are still only children, children should have names.” Something about your concern for the children, and the sarcastic tone of your voice when you said “patients” only made him curious about you, and if perhaps you knew more about the lab than you were letting on. He found himself drawn to you, not wanting to leave. Finally, someone else who seemed to care for the children, not viewing them like lab rats. The way Brenner viewed them, the way Brenner had viewed Peter all those years ago. Until he put that goddamned soteria in his neck, making him as weak as any other human. He detested that.

Weeks have passed since you first started at the lab, and you find yourself getting ever closer with Peter Ballard. Ballard explains to your that they have to be careful with how close they are in front of the other orderlies and staff. If Brenner suspects that there is anything untoward between them, you’ll both be punished with shock therapy. You are taken aback at this and find it barbaric. Meanwhile Peter finds himself fighting internally. He doesn’t understand Why he can’t get you out of his mind. He cares for nothing more than his revenge on Brenner and everyone within that lab, except for the children. They were just like him and they were innocent in this. He would save them. He would get them out he would kill Brenner and he would have his revenge. As soon as he got that goddamn Soteria out of his neck and his powers returned. That would be the day of reckoning within Hawkins lab. As you grow closer to Peter, you begin to get small glimpses within his mind. You immediately recognize that there is something dark within him. But you find yourself unable to stay away from him still, you are determined to find the depth of that darkness and determined to know if you can handle it.

Peter found himself having to repeat his mantra, In the late, late hours of the night when he couldn’t get you out of his head. “Seconds, minutes, days hours, weeks, months, years, decades. Each life a faded lesser copy than the one before it. Wake up eat work sleep reproduce and die.” Unbeknownst to Peter, you felt similarly, you felt your life was an inescapable cycle and you longed deep down inside of you to escape it. Your darkest dreams were those of using your power to recreate the world how you wanted it like you were God. Testing the limits of your power and just how far you could go. Soon enough though, you began to have other dark dreams as well. Dreams of Peter Ballard in your bed. Peter, dreaming the very same.

As more time passed, you grew close with the children, happy to know there truly were others like you. You kept this hidden from them of course. You also kept this hidden from Peter, but accidents happen of course. Ever since Peter’s warning about the two of them being so close, every now and then you would play tricks on the cameras. Either shutting them off, or showing them something different than what was actually happening. Nothing too serious, but just enough for no one to suspect the growing feelings between the two. Thankfully, today you had shut the one in the break room off. You and Peter had just finished your shift in the “rainbow room” as they called it. As two other orderlies came to take over, You and Peter decided you two had earned a break. Peter began fixing you two some coffee, having learned you preferred what was practically a cup of hot sugar, while Peter took his black. The only problem was, the once cool and collected Ballard found himself increasingly nervous in your presence. Nervous enough to drop the glass mug he pulled from the cabinet. “Shit.” He muttered, knowing it would shatter on the ground and he would look foolish. Until it didn’t. The plain white mug, stopped in mid air. Peter looked up to find your eyes trained on it, panicking he immediately looked up to the camera, afraid Brenner would blame him. He was surprised to find the blinking red light off, however. The soft thud of the mug returning to the counter drew his shocked eyes back to You. You looked back at him, your eyes now a steely grey beneath the harsh lights. “You did not see that, Peter.” You hissed under breath. “I swear to whatever God is out there, if you tell Brenner I will make you regret it.” Peter continued to stare at you in disbelief. “Why would I tell Brenner, Y/N?” You glared at him, the intensity of your eyes on him making his heart stutter. “I don’t know. But just know it wont be good for you if you do.” “Is that so?” Peter questioned, now suddenly amused. He walked towards your slowly, watched your eyes trail up to meet his as his frame nearly swallowed yours. “Who’s going to stop me, angel? You?” The pet name made you heart flutter, but you wouldn’t show it. You were in charge of this moment, that quickly was becoming heated. “I’m not going to tell on you, Y/N I’m not one of the little children here seeking brownie points with Brenner. I have to admit though, I am intrigued. How did you hide it so well, and how long have you had them?” you looked up at him and laughed. You strode over the countertop, hopping on it to gain a small advantage over Peter’s height. Glancing at the clock, you took note you had 15 minutes left on your break. “That is confidential information, pretty boy. Did you think I would just tell you? Besides, I can’t help but feel like they are things you’re hiding from me too, ‘angel.’” You mocked his pet name playfully, hoping to get a rise out of him. He shifted, staring at your for a moment before walking to your and bracing his hands on either side of you, caging your in on the countertop. He heard the soft ‘click’ on the door locking. He laughed, looking at you with something different in his eyes. You felt your pulse racing as his cerulean eyes were locked on yours. He leaned in to whisper in your ear “So tell me, pretty girl, what does it take to earn such privileged information? Hmm?” He leaned his head down, hair brushing your cheek as kissed just beneath your ear; and he trailed his tongue down the side of your neck, pulling a gasp from you. You reached up to tangle a hand in his hair, and soft moan fell from his lips at the tugging. It was your turn to tease now. You slowly kissed your way up his jaw before whispering “Wouldn’t you like to know, Ballard? Are you sure you could handle it?” He stammered, suddenly at a loss for words. You pulled back, your face suddenly donning a serious expression. You gently grasped his face in your hands. “Can I trust you, Peter?” “Of course, you can, angel.” “Prove it, before I tell anything about my powers, tell me something about you first.

Peter gazed at you, and against his better judgement, against the mantra playing in his head that kept him from trusting anyone but himself, he rolled up his sleeve. Revealing the tattoo on his skin…”001” Your eyes went wide, before tracing the tattoo with your fingertips. “001.” Peter cringed at hearing that, especially from your mouth. “You…you were the first child Brenner experimented on; you have powers too?” “Not anymore. He took them.” “Took them? Peter how in the hell would he take them?” Peter’s hands immediately went to his neck. “Soteria” he muttered. “It blocks my abilities.” You took his hand, and held it. He looked at your, almost afraid at how gentle you were. “Why would he do that to you? Why block your abilities?” “Because…” Peter trailed off “I can mind-delve. I can see inside people’s heads and Brenner found I knew his intentions weren’t to help me. They were to use me.” His face began to grow slightly red with anger, his jaw working as he talked. “I never wanted help, I never wanted to be fixed! I don’t care if I’m ‘broken’ I do not. Need. Fixing.” “Peter. I know you don’t need fixing. I can see into minds too.” His eyes snapped up to meet yours. How much did you know? Did you think he was a monster? Why did he care? “Y/N L/N,” you shuddered nervously hearing your full name. “How much do you know?” You knew everything, almost. You knew what he’d done to his sister, his mother, and what had happened to his father. You knew how lonely and dark his childhood was. How confined and angry and alone he had felt. You had felt the same your entire life. You had never killed, but you had thought about it. The only thing you hadn’t seen yet were his filthy dreams about you. Dreams that had him waking up in the dead of night, gasping in a cold sweat. “Peter, I know…” Your eyes jerked up at the clock. “Shit, we don’t have much time. I’ll explain more later. Meet me in my room after your rounds. Don’t worry about the cameras.” You gently pushed him aside and hopped off the counter with a wink. “We have so much to discuss, pretty boy.” “Yes, indeed we do, angel.” Following you out of the room. Peter was worried about how much you knew about him, but some part of him was rather hopeful.

Later that night, after his rounds, Peter made his way to your room like you asked. He noticed a couple of the cameras having some unfortunate “outages” the closer he got to your room. Such a clever girl, he thought to himself. His body was feeling the effects of excitement, anxiety, and a little bit of fear. He had felt none of these things in so long. What if you were afraid of him? Thought of him as a monster? Were you going to kill him for it? But, part of him hoped what if you’re like him? What if he had someone by his side, someone just as powerful and vengeful. That would be too good to be true.

He opened the door to your room, making sure no one was around before going inside and shutting the door behind him. The sight he laid his eyes upon made him stop dead in his tracks. Your hair was down, falling down your back in soft waves, you wore a baby blue matching pajama set with white lace peeking out from underneath. He saw tattoos adorning your skin, hidden from his view by your uniform blouse. A blue rose across your left shoulder. A dagger on the upper side of your right arm. You still had your makeup on, and he could smell your raspberry perfume stronger than ever in the confined space. You looked up from the book you had been reading and gave him a small smile, your eyes twinkled mysteriously. What did you have up your sleeve? You got up, took Peter’s arm and led him to the bed. You pushed on his shoulders sitting him down. “Here’s how this is going to go, Ballard. I’m going to talk; you are going to listen. Interrupt me, and I’ll make you regret speaking at all, got it?” Peter nodded, his mind hazy at your commanding tone and the overwhelming scent of your perfume. “Words, Peter, you’re a smart boy.” “I got it, yes.” He responded to you. “Good boy.” You turned away from him and began brushing your hair in the mirror. Peter shivered hearing you say that. He felt his dick twitch ever so slightly in his white uniform pants. As you brushed your hair, you began to speak. “I’ve had these powers as long as I could remember, ever since I was a little girl. I always knew I was incredibly different from the children around me that scared me and made me upset. All the other children always thought that I was strange evil, even. I was never included in the lives of the other children, for their parents were too wary of me. So, I turned to the only thing I had. My powers started out as being able to move things with my mind. It was exhausting at first and I could barely do it. But being alone all of the time has its advantages every now and then. I discovered just how much the other children disliked me the day that I also figured out I could read minds. I found out that I also had a connection to nature when one day my favorite pink roses in the park were struggling to bloom in the spring. The day I fell off my bike and cut my leg was also the day I discovered I could heal. That’s my weakest one though. I also have the ability to make people see whatever I want them to see, I thought about using that to change my appearance as I grew up but it was tiring always having to keep up the façade. On My 18th birthday I decided that I would pursue the rumors I’d heard about Hawkins Lab. I had heard there were other children with abilities like mine. I had never known they were being experimented on though, that disgusts me. The only reason I stay in this hellhole and don’t quit is that I can protect them. Because they’re like me. I don’t know how to stop the experiments but I want to. I want to free the children and take them somewhere safe. I want to build them a world where they don’t have to hide, where they’re not freaks of nature, where their power is respected and even feared as it should be! They are not like the rest of us. I am not like other people! How the hell I ever fooled Brenner I’ll never know. It probably had something to do with my mind abilities and illusion powers combined. But he believed me. And that’s all that matters. I’m here now, and I’ll protect the children with my life. Until the day I can get them out of here. Until the day I can build them the world that they deserve. You Peter Ballard, I know all about you. I delved into your mind since the beginning. I probably should have asked your permission first and I’m sorry if the fact that I didn’t hurt you in any way. But I know. I know about your sister and your mother and your father. I know about how dark and lonely and confined you felt your whole life as a child. I know about it because I felt the same way and still do. This world and this life that we’re expected to lead is a straight jacket. If you don’t conform then something’s wrong with you.

Everyone is expected to act the same! do the same! Be the same! nothing is allowed to be different! nothing is allowed to be new! nothing is allowed to be changed. Peter’s attention was held captive by you. “Everyone expects that the world will just stay how it is forever. I think Hawkins Indiana is the goddamn worst it could be to. I’ve never killed. But I’d be a damned liar if I said I hadn’t thought about it. I’d be a damned liar if the dark side of me doesn’t come out every now and then and I think about pushing my power to the absolute limits just to see what I could do. Just to see what I can change. Just to see what I could create out of this lonely and oppressive world. What is it You say in your head every night Peter? Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades! each life a faded, lesser copy than the one that came before. You and I are alike in so many ways, Peter Ballard. And I never expected that I would find that in this place.” Your voice became a whisper, “I would be a liar if I said I never thought about playing God the way weak humans do. If I said I’d never thought about shaking up the complacent and conformist lives of those around me, knowing I have the power to do it.” Peter’s eyes were wide. His whole body was tense. He was dreaming, he had to be. He would wake up any second. There was no way in hell, the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes was in front of him, spouting the same ideals as him. Who craved to push your power to the limits, to shake this oppressive world to its feet. But it wasn’t a dream. You were here, in front of him. Watching him intensely, gauging his reaction to your words. “We could do it together, someday. Shake the world up, do whatever we want with it.” Peter finally responded. “As long as the children are safe. I’d start here, burning this hellhole to the ground.” You spoke. “Everyone else here is complacent, they don’t give a damn about those children. We need more time, though, the children need to trust us completely. They rely on Brenner. We have to make sure they’ll come with us when the day comes.” Peter nodded.

“In the meantime…” You slowly sauntered over to him, settling on his lap. “I think you should kiss me, Peter.” Peter shivered at the feeling of you on his lap, at your telling him to kiss you. It had been so long. So very long. He hadn’t touched himself since before he could remember, until you showed up. Since then, he had done it every single night. Imagining your whimpers and your moans, watching your come undone beneath him. He leaned his head towards you, to kiss you, but you placed a firm hand on his chest. “Where are your manners, pretty boy? You didn’t ask for my permission to touch me.” Peter scoffed. “You told me to kiss you, why should I ask?” “Because I am in charge right now, Peter, and you’ll do as I say.” “Like hell.” Peter laughed, flipping you onto your back, but before he could do anything else, he was flying towards the wall. His back hit with a gentle thud. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing Y/N?” You looked at him from the bed, a devious smirk alighting your features. “Did you think I didn’t mean it when I said I was in charge?” Peter’s wrists jerked above his head. He was pinned there. Damn, your powers are strong. He gave a devilish smirk. “So, what, you’re just going to take advantage of the fact that only one of us has a power blocker? Do you have any idea what I would do to you angel? Is that why you want to be in charge, are you afraid pretty girl?” You rose from the bed, laughter falling from your lips as made your way to Peter. “We’ll see whose afraid of who, wont we, pretty boy?” You then began to kiss down his neck, while undoing the buttons of shirt. Peter groaned, his skin already growing feverish. You grabbed at his hair and pulled his lips to yours. Peter kissed you back as hungrily and as intensely as he could, your powers still pinning him to the wall. You broke the kiss to wrap your hand around his throat. Even though your hand was small, it was enough to pull a moan from his lips as you squeezed gently. “Is this, okay?” You asked him, testing the waters. “God, yes.” “God? No, baby, its just me.” You said with a giggle. “If at any point I need to stop, say ‘red’, okay?” “Okay.” You reached your other hand around to trace patterns on his back while you nipped at his collarbone. “Shit.” He moaned, his whole body tensing. “Aw, what’s wrong sweetheart?” Peter held his head up and stared down at you, not relinquishing all his control just yet. “Not a damn thing, angel.” He spoke. “Oh really?” you questioned before you dropped to your knees. Peter nearly came on the spot at the sight. You kissed his stomach biting gently whenever you found a sensitive spot. Cooing out teasing words up at him, “Aw is that sensitive? Do you like that pretty boy? Does that feel good?” Peter only moaning in response, struggling to use his words like you told him to. Only able to cough them out because you threatened to stop touching him if he didn’t. He whimpered when your delicate hands toyed with the leather of his belt. “Please…” He whined. “Please what, Peter? How many times do I have to tell you to use your words.” “Please take the belt off, Y/N, please.” You pulled the belt from its loops, and your hands palmed through his pants. He felt his arms twitch, realizing your control faltered for a moment. You would’ve made him beg for you to suck him off, but you wanted to do it so badly you nearly ripped his pants as you pulled them down along with his boxers. Peter moaned at the rough treatment. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, fully hard in front of you. You licked a slow, deliberate stripe from his base all the way up to his tip, somehow still maintaining your telekinetic hold on Peter. He whimpered and panted at the contact; he hasn’t been touched in so long his mind is already fogging up. But he trusts you. You looked up at him and placed your hand softly on his stomach. “You still alright, Peter?” “Y-yes, I’m okay, angel.” Nodding your head, satisfied he was comfortable, you put your hand at the base of his dick and wrapped your lips around him and hollowed your cheeks.

Peter thought his knees might give out beneath him. He softly moaned, “Fuck, Y/N, feels so- so good.” You continued your motions bobbing your head, taking his dick deeper down your throat. You finally feel it hit the very back of your throat, and you breathe in through your nose to help keep you from gagging. “Shit, fuck, you look so pretty with my dick down throat, such a good girl.” Peter praised you. You moaned around him at the remark, and he sighed. Watching. You kept going and soon enough Peter felt the tight pressure coiling in his stomach. “Y/N, s-shit, I’m gonna come, fuck, fuck.” Peter stuttered out, and you stopped. “No.” you said. “Y/N, why’d you stop, please, don’t do this me, angel. It felt so fucking good please.” “I don’t care, I’m bored.” You teased. You pulled the pajamas off your body, revealing the matching white lace adorning your skin. Peter choked. “Y/N, you’re so beautiful, you’re angelic.” You smiled a blinding smile at him as you reclined back on the bed. “Y/N, don’t leave me like this, baby please.” You rolled your eyes as you traced your hands over your own body, keeping his attention on you as he panted and begged. You then lowered a hand and slid it into your panties and began touching yourself while he watched, and he lost it. “Damn it Y/N, please, please let me go and let me fucking taste you please. I need it. I fucking need it please. Please let me. Please Y/N. I can see how wet you are from here. I’ll make you come over and over just please let taste you.” You giggled, amused by his begging, and let him go. When he felt his body come free from your hold, he pounced. Peter felt like he went feral, falling to his knees and eating your out like a man starved. He wasted no time running his tongue over your clit before sucking on it, his hands gripping your hips like iron. “Fuck, Peter, Oh my God.” He pulled back for a moment with a smirk playing over his lips, “What was that you said angel? Its not God, its just me, love.” He resumed his actions, moaning against your skin, making your whole body shiver. “You taste delicious.” You moaned and panted, your mind hazy, your world reduced to Peter Ballard on his knees, tasting you desperately. He slid a finger tantalizingly slow inside of you, watching your face as you cried out. After a few moments, he added another, and resumed swirling his tongue around your clit. “Peter, P-Peter, I’m g-gonna come, feels too good.” You moaned. Peter stopped immediately. Standing up to tower over you. “No.” Shit, you were about to regret denying him his own finish, and he was about to make you pay. You saw it in the predatory gleam in his eyes. His hand wrapped around your throat, pausing to ask if you were alright. After you tell him you are. he leans to whisper in your ear as he tightened his hand, “You had your fun being in control, didn’t you love? Teasing me, making me beg? Well, its your turn to listen and beg now, brat. Can you handle that?” “I can,” You choked out defiantly, though your whole body was trembling already. “We’ll see, pet.” Peter laughed. His whole body thrummed with the anticipation of what he was about to do to you. “Come without my permission, and you won’t finish at all for a week, now be a good girl, can you do that for me, love?” You nodded. “Use your words pretty girl.” “Yes,” you told him. “Yes what?” asked Peter. “Yes…sir.” “That’s a good girl, doing such a good job already.” Peter leaned over to pick up his belt from the floor, before turning his deviant gaze on you He sat down on the bed, pulling your over his lap. “If you need me to stop, say ‘red’, otherwise, shut the fuck up.” Peter commanded. your body trembled with the anticipation.

SLAP. The first came quickly, and you cried out, “Peter, shit!” “Too much, angel, do I need to be gentle with you?” you panted out, “Don’t you fucking dare.” “Good girl.”

SLAP. You felt yourself getting wetter with each strike of peter’s belt against your ass, you loved it. His hand came up to wrap around your throat again.

SLAP. Peter felt like his brain was going to melt, he planned to inflict every act of his filthy dreams about you. Unless you gave him the safe word, he had no intentions of relenting.

After a few more spanks, he gently massaged your raw skin, placing kisses and whispering praises to you. “Such a good girl, did such a good job for me, my pretty girl. Look at you, a wet, whining mess. Disgusting, but I love it. Such a dirty fucking slut, but a slut for me, right angel?” “Yes sir.” You responded, your voice a whimper. Peter laid your down, or more like slammed you down, on your back on the bed. “Still okay, sweet girl?” You nodded, biting your lip, waiting to see what Peter would do next. He studied your for a moment, your flushed face and chest heaving slightly. He laid on his stomach in front of you, teasing you with his tongue and kitten licking at your clit. Relishing in your moans and whimpers, your pants and “Peter pleases” He moved his lips and tongue all over your body tracing the tattoos, biting over the swells of your breasts until the skin there was purple, and he was satisfied with the marks he left. Your hands grabbed at his hair and yanked him up to kiss you. One of your hands raked your nails down his body before you stroked his dick, making him moan in your mouth. You sucked on his tongue halfway down your throat tasting yourself on his tongue with a soft moan, before you bit his bottom lip forcefully. “Fuck,” Peter moaned. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, growing desperate for any kind of friction. “Do you need something, pretty girl?” Peter asked you, his voice low and teasing. “Peter, I need you to fuck me, right now.” you said, looking right into his eyes, shuddering at the intensity. “Have you forgotten your manners so soon, angel?” “Peter, please, sir. Please fuck me.” “That’s my good girl.” He picked up his belt again, looping it tight around your wrists before latching it to the metal bedpost. Peter decided he want to test his influence, “Open your mouth.” You obeyed immediately, your pretty lips parting with your tongue out. “Such a sweet, obedient slut,” Peter grabbed your tongue in his index finger and thumb, and pulled just enough to make your whimper before he spit down your throat. “Swallow.” You closed your mouth and swallowed. “You’re disgusting you know that sweet girl? Getting wet from me spanking and choking you, and swallowing my spit like its water. My good, disgusting little angel.” Peter lined himself up with your entrance, groaning low in his throat at how wet you were, knowing he made you that way. You moaned as he pressed further into you, never breaking the eye contact. Peter and you both whined as he bottomed out inside of you. He looked into your eyes, glazed over with lust, the hue of them deep in the low light. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby, and so wet…is that all for me?” “Yes sir, only for you Peter.” You whined with a sigh at the fullness inside of you. Peter’s eyes traced over your body, laughing breathlessly when his eyes fell to your stomach. There was a bulge there from him, how deeply he reached inside you. He reached up to grab your chin in his hand. “Look, angel.” You followed his eyes down to the bulge in your stomach, and it made you clench around him. Peter’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, and a soft groan escaped his beautiful lips. He slowly rocked his hips, savoring the feeling, but his resolve didn’t last long. Soon he was relentlessly thrusting into you, whispering praises and filthy degradation into your ears while you did the same. “Taking me so well, my good girl, you feel so beautiful like you were made for me. So fucking filthy, angel.” “Feels so good, Peter please don’t stop, I want it all. Please, please don’t stop.” “So. Fucking. Needy. Peter growls low in your ear. “Aren’t you pretty girl? Begging me not to stop like a dirty fucking slut when you teased me so bad, you think you deserve for me to keep going? I think you deserve for me to stop. Just. Like. You. Did. To me.” “Don’t stop Peter please, please, please, I’m so close, gonna come.” Peter slowed his thrusts “You think you deserve that?” “Yes Peter, please I’ve been so good. Please let me come.” Peter choked out a laugh, still thrusting slowly

“I like hearing my pretty girl beg, you want to come so bad, you had better keep begging angel, beg me for it, or you’ll get. Nothing.” A cascade of moans and pleases and whines fell from your lips, before Peter whispered “Good girl, such a good girl, begging me like the disgusting slut you are. Come, angel, all over my dick. Make a mess like the nasty bitch I know you are sweet girl. Like a fucking. Bitch. in. heat.” You came totally undone at his words. Peter had to clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle the screaming of his name as your thighs trembled violently and you squirted all over yourself, him, and the bed. Peter felt like his brain would short-circuit. He wouldn’t last much longer. “Come inside me, P-Peter, p-please. I know you want to,” you stuttered out despite your sensitivity. “You want to come inside you pretty girl? You want me to fill you up with it? Disgusting, just like I said. So fucking dirty, fuck. Fuck, I’m coming Y/N.” You wrapped your legs tighter around him as he came, since your arms were still bound. He sighed your name over and over as his movements became sloppy. You felt him rake his hands gently down your sides and you peppered kisses all over each other’s body as the highs slowly faded. Peter undid his belt from your wrists, and he kissed and gently massaged the skin. He reached over for the flask of water on your nightstand helping you up to drink some before drinking some for himself. He put just his boxers back on, and slipped your pajama tank top back over body before kissing your cheek. “Do you think it would be too risky if you stayed with me? I promise no one will know, I’ll make sure of it.” “To hell with Brenner and his damn shock therapy.” Peter scoffed as he laid down beside you. You turned to face him, ruffling his mussed blonde hair. “He won’t get close enough to you to hurt you. I promise, but he does need to trust us, for now. Until we’re sure the kids will go with us. So, we have to a little careful outside of our rooms.” Peter nodded and kissed your forehead. “Sleep, pretty girl. I’m not going anywhere, love.” In the morning, you would tell Peter about removing the Soteria. You know that’s something he wanted. You also knew just how deeply he’d come to care for you, even though he’d closed his heart off for so long. You knew you had what’s left of it, but you would still wait for him to say it himself. Your eyes fluttered shut in Peter’s arms, sleep overtaking your after the blissful night.

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peppersldr · 2 years

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Bro i cant wait for part 3 🙏🏻

Worthy

part two to broken camera/after dark series + read part one here + final part coming soon!

pairing: Peter Ballard/Nurse!Female Reader

summary: Peter wants something from his nurse companion that might be more than she's willing to give...or it might be exactly what she wants too.

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, oral sex (male receiving) aka a good old blowjob, dirty talking, throat fucking (if u know me irl no u dont), praising with a mix of degradation, minor possessive undertones, he's a warning on his own so tread carefully, aftercare cause yes, still not confident in my characterization of him? but jamie <3 , beta read, edited by a couple of clowns

note: the way I’ve gone full clown is not even funny like im flabbergasted with myself// this was per request and i used the prompt request 'open up' for this by @gothbitchshit ! Thanks in advance for reading and godspeed babes 🫡

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Despite what Peter had said, when she first met him in his bedroom all those months ago on a call she wasn’t immediately thinking of being with him intimately like this. No, as a nurse, she was rather concerned with his well being and the marks on his neck that were inflamed and red. She wanted to help him, because that’s her job.

And yet, after he’d just fucked her stupid not even 10 minutes ago, she couldn’t think of a single time where she wasn’t craving him like this, where she didn’t dream of being on her knees for him like she was right now. Where she wasn’t imagining the way he’d look down at her with his pretty blue eyes sparkling at the mere sight of her and his blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. He looked like someone so worthy of kneeling for.

One of his hands were on her cheek, thumb rubbing and smudging the light mascara she usually wore that was staining underneath her eye and she leaned into his touch like her life depended on it, like he was pulling her back to reality when he was the very reason she wasn’t in it right now.

“Is this what you want?”

It was a dumb question. He was buried in her now aching cunt just moments ago, finishing off right inside of her, she could even feel his release dripping from between her thighs under her wrinkled uniform skirt. So of course it was what she wanted, but he just wanted to hear her say it and she would. She would say she wanted him over and over again if that’s what he wanted.

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want,” she told him, her voice desperate as her eyes wanted to move to his cock that was displayed right before her, ready to touch him and take him into her mouth, but the moment her gaze faltered was the moment his hand was no longer tenderly holding her cheek but rather grasping her chin and forcing her to look back up at him.

“I didn’t give you permission yet,” he told her with a click of his tongue, “I want you to tell me again, tell me that you want my cock in your mouth. Then, ask me. Say please.”

His demands were enough to make her cunt throb with excitement, and she complied embarrassingly fast, telling him that she wants him, asking and begging him to let her suck him off and feel good. With every word she said, every phrase, every please a content smile returned to Peter’s lips, and the hold on her chin loosened and as he gave her a single nod as he dropped his hand to his side.

Afraid that her eagerness would upset him again, she forced herself to take her time, allowing herself a few seconds to simply admire the cock that was before her. It glistened with her release under the fluorescent lights, and looked absolutely inviting, except she wasn’t sure she could fit it inside of her mouth or at least all of it.

Still, she wanted to try, for him because he had fucked her so well with his fingers and cock that she wanted to repay the favor by getting him off with her mouth. With the camera broken, who knew when she could get another chance like this?

Peter was staring down at her, relishing in the way she was simply staring at him. Her eyes blissed out already, but still wanting to take him in her mouth. And she was just so pretty on his knees for him like this, her face shining with sweat and her chest heaving up and down with every deep breath she was taking.

“Did you get shy all of a sudden? What happened to the eager girl from before?” Peter asked her, watching her lips as her tongue swept across them and he could only imagine what it might feel like on his cock, “I don’t want to rush you, but we actually are on a time-”

He sucked in a breath when he felt her hand on him, grasping the base of his cock and gently stroking it up and down. He was pretty sensitive from coming earlier that the gesture caused his hips to jerk forward, and a quiet moan to erupt from the bottom of his throat.

She looked up at him, having heard him, and he exhaled deeply as he said, “There you are.”

She didn’t say anything in reply, just gazing up at him through her lashes as she continued to jerk him off in an attempt to get him hard again, which wasn’t very far off. Watching him, she could tell he was forcing any kinds of moans down, watching his throat bob as he tried to contain them, and she wondered then if she could get him to moan too.

“I like hearing you, Peter,” she told him, “I want to hear it, I want to hear you moan for me. Can you please?”

His blue eyes met hers, not expecting such a statement really, but appreciating her please and with a small smirk on his lips he said, “Wrap your lips around me, and we’ll see.”

Excitement coursed through her then, and she felt a surge of energy erupt through her as well before she was doing as told. Her head leaned toward him, lifting his half-hard cock to her mouth as she parted her lips. He felt her breath on his tip first, before she was leaning in and swiping her tongue across him.

His hips buckled forward as she licked him, tasting herself on his cock the way she tasted herself when he spit into her mouth earlier and it encouraged her to move forward, wrapping the head of him with her lips finally as her hand continued to work the length of his shaft.

Peter was trying to be patient, trying not to thrust directly into her mouth at the very second he felt her take him in.

“Yes, that’s it,” he told her, “Take me deeper, yes.”

Her tongue swirled around his tip before she flattened it and began to take more of him into her mouth with ease and a determination to get him to moan for her. He was stubborn though, his once steady breaths turning heavier and heavier and she knew he was purposely keeping the noises she wanted him to make from coming out.

It made her whine around him, and he chuckled, knowing why she was pouting, and he said, “It’s not going to be that-” a hitch of his own breath cut off his sentence when she swirled her tongue again and he inhaled deeply before continuing, “It’s not going to be that easy. I encourage you to keep trying though.”

And she did so by taking him deeper, enveloping more of him into the heat of her mouth which earned her a breathy curse rather than a moan. She began to suck him into her mouth, being sure to keep her eyes lifted on him, needing to see him be the one to break and moan for her.

His teeth had captured his bottom lip, quiet pants being the only audible sounds from him, and his brows were slightly furrowed as she started to bob her head back and forth. He released his bottom lip, cursing once again, but this time it was much more shaky and she took that as a win.

Peter’s hand had found her hair finally, but he didn’t pull or grab at her hair like before and rather kept it there as she sucked his cock, only going as far as half of him while one of her hands stroked and took care of the rest. His cock had become completely hard then, and he seethed.

“You’re that greedy, aren’t you? Getting me hard again with that filthy mouth of yours,” he said, “So determined, so desperate…so good and perfect.”

The word perfect had her moaning around him, and he smiled wickedly down at her, enjoying how with every good praise, every compliment she worked harder and harder for him. She was going to make him come again, and he was going to let her, giving her what she wanted though? That was going to take more like he said and he hoped she could take it like she took him a while ago.

In the midst of his thoughts, his eyes caught movement then, and he noticed that one of her hands was underneath her skirt. His eyebrows grew taunt, and his expression hardened as he realized what she was doing.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was harsh suddenly, and she paused in her spot, not even really realizing that her fingers were rubbing her swollen clit and spreading their collective releases over it. He clicked his tongue at her again, as if disappointed, and he said, “I want you to make me come again, not yourself.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving her suddenly feeling so empty and he shook his head. Her eyes shot up to meet his, his eyes were almost glaring at her and she hummed in confusion.

“I’m sorry, I…I honestly didn’t realize it,” she admitted to him with a hoarse voice and she removed her hand from her pussy. His eyes stayed trained on her, flashing to her hand for a second before. She couldn’t read his expression from down there, didn’t know what that shift in his gaze meant when he was suddenly reaching toward to touch the back of her head.

“You surprise me,” he suddenly said without explanation, and his eyes narrowed down on her as he said, “…open up.”

Uncharacteristically, she didn’t listen right away. She had a feeling where this might be going, as Peter wasn’t going to let her have control over him and set the pace she sucked him off at the entire time. A fuzzy feeling went over her, mixed with a sort of uncertainty she felt before about whether or not she could do it.

He could tell she was suddenly put off, even just slightly, and he couldn’t have that. He hummed softly, “I want you to take all of me…” His other hand was touching her chin then, his thumb finding her bottom lip that was wet and swollen, “You told me you could take it, remember?”

His words struck something inside of her, and the hold he had on her since she waltz into this lab thinking there was a scientist in need of medical assistance took over again, and she was lowering her jaw for him. Peter grinned at her, almost menacingly before he released her jaw.

“Good, now stick your tongue out, yes, just like that, good girl,” he praised her when he felt her tongue flatten underneath his hard cock as he began to push himself past her lips, “Being so good for me…” he started to push deeper into her mouth slowly, making her mouth open wider until the tip reached the back of her throat.

She was quick to gag, her hands moving upward to grasp his thighs and Peter gently stroked her hair and said breathlessly, “Just relax, you’re doing so well for me…”

Her hands clenched the white fabric of his slacks that was still on him, feeling the leather belt he had to wear between her hands, and tried to comply, attempting to relax her throat and lavish in the gentle hold on the back of her head and his soothing voice, encouraging her and praising her.

Peter felt her relax around him, and he took the opportunity to shove the rest of his length in her mouth, his gentle hold becoming firm until he was completely engulfed in her mouth. She sputtered around his cock still, almost like she was gasping for air and he could feel her nails through his clothes and he seethed and lowered his head as he said, “Breathe through your nose- you want me to moan for you? This will get you what you want.”

She felt tears prick at the side of her eyes, her mouth filling so fucking full that she was sure she could feel him in her chest, and she willed herself to calm down, to relax like he said, and to breathe. She’d given head before, but never like this, and she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her and tell her how good she’s making him feel…she wanted to hear him moan again.

Her grip loosened on him, and she lifted her eyes to meet him, telling him with them that she was okay, that she could go on, and when she saw him smile and pant at her, she suddenly felt the desire to touch herself again even though he told her she wasn’t allowed to.

“I know it’s what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he told her, sounding like a promise, and he pulled out of her mouth about halfway before moving back in, releasing a quiet moan that she almost didn’t hear, “Yeah, I’ll give it to you.”

A series of moans slipped past his lips then, soft and endearing and incredibly hot as he slowly slipped his cock in and out of her mouth. Her body already felt like it was on fire, and the noises he was starting to make were just fanning the flames.

She even met one of his thrusts, and it made him laugh breathlessly at her need and eagerness that continued to impress him even now. She was doing so fucking well for him, taking all of him in, and there was nothing in the world right now that he could think of that would feel just as good as her on her knees for him and letting him fuck her inviting mouth.

A possessiveness had come over Peter at this moment as he gazed down at the pretty nurse, and he wondered who else had the pleasure to see her in such a way, to know how her lips felt wrapped around their cock. It made him irrationally frustrated that she had definitely belonged to someone else before, spent time like this with them, and already he was thinking of ways to make sure he would be the last.

In his possessive thoughts, his thrusts had become more frequent, more fast, and his moans less soft and more like a deep, rough groan that came from deep within his chest and yet she was still being good, keeping her eyes open and mouth wide and tongue flat.

“Are you going to make me come again? You are fucking greedy,” his voice was strained, and heavy, “Yeah you are, fuck, you love it, admit it, you love it.”

Her response was a gagged hum around his cock, and he laughed as one hand rubbed the top of her head and he said, “Don’t worry about responding, I know you do. I can tell with how eager and greedy you are…being a good girl and letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

His words were starting to become shattered with every moan and grunt he let slip out from every thrust into her mouth, from every sputtered noise she made when she felt herself choking on his length that vibrated pleasantly against him.

“I’m-” he groaned as he got a tighter hold on her hair, “I’m going to go faster.”

His warning came as fast as it was gone, giving her little time to actually heed the warning before he was picking up the pace of his thrusts until he was almost fully slamming himself in and out of her mouth.

“When I come…” he said between grunts and thrusts, “You’re mine, and I need you to say it. I need you fucking say it.”

He shoved his cock into her mouth again, keeping it there and looking down at her. She was gazing up at him still, and he could see tears streaming down her cheeks, and once again feel her hands grasping him.

“Tell me you understand, tap my thigh twice, tell me you will,” he said, and what followed was two taps with her right hand. He exhaled and grinned manically while he praised her with another good girl, my good filthy girl before bucking his hips forward and using her mouth.

Moans and grunts and curses slipped through his lips, giving her exactly what she wanted again and more as her name too joined those moans of his and now she really wanted to touch herself because he sounded so fucking hot like this that she was sure she could get off just to his sounds of complete pleasure.

So, she held herself up, even as the slight panic began to sear through her that she wouldn’t be able to last with him fucking her throat like he was, afraid that she might collapsed before he could come and she really, really wanted him to. She needed to hear him when he did, she needed to take all of him in, and she needed to tell him what he wanted her to say afterward.

Yours, she thought incoherently, I’m yours.

His cock hit the back of her throat again, causing her to gag around him once again, and it nearly sent him over the edge right then, and there.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted at the feeling of her throat clenching him, and he said, “You’re going to make me come, fuck, you are, so fucking greedy…”

His voice was completely shattered now, words broken with grunts as he buried himself into her mouth and let out a guttural groan.

“Fuck, fuck I’m going to come,” he told her now through gritted teeth, as his eyes slightly rolled back.

A choked hum rose from her stuffed throat, and she clung to his legs once again for dear life as she prepared for him to come down her throat when the hold on her hair was suddenly being grasped tighter, sending a familiar stinging pain to her scalp.

“Look at me, look up at me, and don’t fucking move,” his voice was course and demanding, and before she knew it, he was actually pulling her away from his cock much to her confusion and dismay, but also relief as she immediately began to cough, feeling her own spit dripping from her bottom lip and onto the ground below her. He demanded for her to look at him again, his voice sending a shockwave through her as she did as told, forcing her head upwards to meet his gaze as his hand quickly replaced her mouth on his cock and he jerked himself off.

She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t expected the hot, ropes of cum hitting her on her face, decorating her lips and cheeks, and the skin of her chest that followed a mere few seconds after she looked up at him. She actually gasped, eyes fluttering as he let out a long, drawn out groan that was practically sex to her ears and continued to come all over her.

He sounded so fucking good, his moans and curses scratching something in her brain nothing else could. He looked so good too, his eyes blown out, lips parted and releasing fast, pants, and his pretty blonde hair disheveled. And fuck he also felt so good, his cum all over her face and chest and sticking to her skin. She stuck her tongue out, licking up the cum on her lips and moaning at the taste of him.

Peter was panting heavily, his hand still wrapped around his now soft cock, eyes trained on her tongue that was sliding over her swollen lips and his eyes shifted over the streaks of cum on her cheeks and chest, landing on her neck that bobbed as she swallowed the cum she licked up.

Primal desire continued to take over Peter, and he was leaning forward, “I guess I should’ve come inside your mouth…since you want to swallow it so bad, but you look so fucking pretty like this.”

His voice was raspy and breathless still as he panted. She looked up at him, her tongue still sticking out of her lips and he sucked in a deep breath because of how undeniably breathtaking it was to see his pretty nurse wrecked in such a way, consumed by the desire to taste him while covered in his release.

Peter was grasping her chin, his gaze resting back onto her puffy, wet lips as his other hand gathered his own release onto his fingers on her cheek and stuck them into her mouth. His eyes shined when she sucked them into her mouth with zero hesitation, sucking himself off of her his fingers. Her tongue even twirled around the pads of his fingers, and he pressed his fingers deeper into her mouth, wanting her to gag around him again.

But she didn’t, she rather accepted his fingers with ease, blown out eyes fluttering open and closed as she did. It satisfied him to see her in such a way, a smirk growing onto his lips once again that it was him who turned her into this, from the shy nurse to this woman before him covered with the cum she was sucking off his fingers.

He officially had broken her, had he not done so before, and it was beautiful, so fucking beautiful and she didn’t even know it. He slipped his fingers from her mouth, examining his fingers before taking them into his own mouth and re-meeting her gaze and he watched her body curiously now she began to sway gently to the side before her body just seemed to give out.

She collapsed, her body falling to the hard tile on the ground as she felt exactly how fatigued she was. She wanted to move, to pick herself off of the floor in order to clean herself up, but she just felt completely blissed and fucked out that she simply couldn’t for the time being. It was like there was a weight on top of her, holding her down to the ground.

All she could see now was Peter’s shoes, and she could hear the sound of a zipper and then the clinking of his belt as he clasped it back together around his white uniform pants. She blinked slowly, and when she opened them again, he was gone and all she saw was the dust gathered at the bottom of a lab desk.

Anxiety raised through her, afraid that he’d just left her here, and she was almost sitting up in a panic before he returned to her. He crouched beside her, gazing down at her with a sweet look in his blue eyes that made her panic go away instantly.

His eyes danced over her face, then her chest, then at the sticky substance between her thighs that was also on her face and an almost proud smile grew onto his lips. She wanted to scowl at him, tell him to stop admiring the mess he made on her and help her, but what came out was a hoarse mumble. His eyes returned to hers, the grin still on his lips before he was peeling her off of the floor.

Before she knew it, she was set onto one of the lab stations, and Peter had paper towels in his hands that he was running under a nearby sink. Her legs hung off the side of the table, and she had to force herself to keep sitting upright, which was easier than it was before.

There was a dull ache in her knees, her lower back, her neck, her lips and her scalp, jesus fucking christ she was going to be feeling the after effects of this for the rest of the week, which was something she wasn’t exactly mad about but she didn’t know if she could hide any of it like he seemed to be doing right now.

No, Peter Ballard looked the same beside his hair being mussed up a bit and more curly than before from the sweating. Other than that, he looked relatively the same and she knew even if Peter didn’t come all over her, she’d still looked like she was obviously fucked into oblivion. She could only think of the security guard she’d have to get past to return to her office, wondering how she was even going to walk.

“I can take care of the security guard,” Peter suddenly said, tearing her out of her thoughts like he read hers, “You just worry about getting back to your office without falling over.”

There was a teasing element to his tone, which made her blink and reply with a mumbled, “There’s no way…”

He was returning to her, the sleeves of his uniform shirt rolled up at the elbows and he was holding a few wet paper towels in one hand. He was falling to his knees then, right between her spread legs and she stared down at him, seeing him staring right at her aching cunt that felt like it was still seeping with his release.

Peter licked his lips, his eyes meeting hers for a second before turning to her left inner thigh. She nearly jumped when she felt the cold, wet paper towel on her skin and he chuckled as he started to properly clean her up.

There was something so intimate about this, something about him taking care of her after he’d been so rough, cleaning his release off of her with precision and an enamored gaze in his eyes. It made her heart blossom in her chest, feeling warmth rather than the heat of arousal, and she reached over to touch his hair without really thinking.

He reacted quickly, eyes shooting up to meet hers again, and she smiled down at him as she pet his hair gently, and he rested his cheek against her now clean thigh before he placed an open mouth kiss there and moved on to clean her other thigh.

Seeing him there though had her thighs slightly twitching, especially when he was kissing there one again, dragging his lips across the warm flesh of her thighs, and when her hands grasped his blonde curls and she whispered his name she felt him smirk against her skin.

He continued to kiss her, inching closer and closer to where she wanted his mouth suddenly, but never reaching the target, always directing his lips back toward her knee. She exhaled softly, kneading her hands into his hair and grumbling when she realized he was only teasing her.

“Don’t be so upset,” he told her as he looked up at her again, amusement dancing behind those piercing eyes, “Maybe next time I can taste this pretty pussy of yours…”

“Next time?” she asked, sucking in a soft breath as he sucked gently on a spot of her inner right thigh, clearly with the intention of marking her, “And when would that be? I don’t think cameras are…always broken.”

He chuckled, his breath tickling her and he said, “Well…there’s no camera in your bedroom, now is there?”

The thought of him showing up in her onsight bedroom just to bury his head between her thighs had her involuntary moan, to which he responded with a pleased smile, thinking of it too. He moved away from her thighs, unfortunately and started to work his way upward.

He ran the paper towel over her chest delicately, pressing it against her skin before raising it toward a part of her neck. She shuddered softly at the feeling of it, tilting her head to the side for him as her eyes gently fluttered shut. Peter noticed her faltering slightly, and grasped the side of her head with his unoccupied hand as he started to then wipe off what’s left of his mess that was still on her face.

His eyes moved toward her eyes then, zoning in on her smudged mascara, and he shifted her head, making her eyes flutter back open to see his piercing eyes on hers before she felt the swipe of his thumb underneath her eyes. Once again, she melted into his touch, into his very being, consuming her even now.

He pressed his lips together in concentration, making sure that there wasn’t anything left on her, that her makeup was no longer running and then, he was buttoning up the top of her uniform, his fingers working meticulously to get the button through its hole.

“Peter,” she called to him, though she didn’t know why, and his attention returned to her face. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, and they fell momentarily to his lips as she realized she simply wanted to feel his lips on hers again, so she leaned in, thinking he might possibly let her.

Of course, he didn’t. He was leaning away from her before her lips could capture his and it felt like the worst thing someone could possibly do to her. A frown came over her lips, her eyebrows becoming taunt with confusion and her heart had even dropped.

Peter noticed her expression, and sighed before he was leaning back in, except he missed her lips and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the gesture, and he said, “You haven’t said what I told you to say…”

His hot breath was hitting her cheek before he placed another kiss there, but lower and closer to her lips, “You don’t need a reminder do you?”

She had him with wide eyes, parting her lips to speak but nothing coming out and he smiled at her as he continued, “Oh, I know you don’t. You’re a good girl who listens.”

His words from before he came all over her replayed through her mind you’re mine I need you to say it. She honestly didn’t forget, she didn’t even need to be reminded, she just didn’t say it because she knew it was true…she was his.

And even if she hadn’t thought so, the idea of him kissing her right now, of touching her again, hopefully in her bedroom after hours, would’ve been enough for her. A blissful exhale left her parted lips, and she said exactly what he wanted her to say.

The moment the words I’m yours uttered from her lips, Peter’s lips were on hers in a searing, all consuming kiss that had her forgetting about how fatigued she was, just feeling him and him only. He kissed her with intention, forcing his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself there. Her body and mind simply succumbed to him.

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