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greenandsorrow · 10 months

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"Boytoy"

WARNINGS; 18+, shameless smut, ken x fem!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, praise k!nk, size k!nk, virgin!ken, switch!reader, sub!ken, dom!ken, the plot doesn't connect with the movie, kinda slow burn, grammar mistakes

Part 1

"you're a doll, you are flawless"

~flawless, the neighborhood~

Y/n has finally graduated from high school. Not only that, but thanks to her hard work, she's been admitted to a prestigious university only two hours away from her parents' house.

Still, even though the distance between her childhood home and her new school is not that important, y/n is currently packing and will soon be moving into her new, small studio apartment.

It's late in the morning and she's going through her old toys, preserved in cardboard boxes at the back of her closet. Her y/h/c hair's on a bun and she's wearing sweatpants.

Earlier the same morning, with her mom's priceless help, she had managed to go through her desk, bookshelf and drawers, organising, packing or simply putting away all the stuff that has been collected in her bedroom the last eighteen years.

"A dozen Barbie dolls and only one Ken.", she thinks aloud as she's tackling the last box, filled with childhood memories.

Ken is staring at her from the bottom of the box and y/n almost feels guilty at how much she used to ignore him during her childhood play time.

In one impulsive motion she picks him up, while observing his perfect abs, blonde hair contradicting the tan colour of his skin and his cute set of beach wear (stripped shorts and open flannel in pink and blue pastels).

"Poor guy, I've been unfair to you, haven't I?", she chuckles mostly to herself.

At around six in the afternoon y/n's done with packing. She's actually driving to her new place as we speak. What's more, she unconsciously threw Ken in her backpack and is now carrying him along with her. Not that he would complain if he knew.

Y/n's Ken doll has been a part of her toy collection since she was six (she stopped playing with dolls at nine). Unlike her beloved Barbie dolls, Ken's never been y/n's favourite. He's always been just.... there. He was simply included in a Barbie set that her parents gifted her with, at her sixth birthday.

Back at Barbieland, Ken has been facing the consequences of his owner's ignorance for as long as he can remember. While all of y/n's Barbies are confident and spending their days living happily ever after (the aftermath of y/n's love and attention), Ken has always been the black sheep. He isn't exactly bursting with confidence. Neither does he own a Dream house. He's also never invited to the parties the Barbies are often having and to say the least, Ken is lonely. He wishes he could say that he enjoys being by himself most of the time, but without even another Ken, his existence seems pointless.

Ken used to cherish the sporadic attention he would get during y/n's early years in life. An outfit change, a walk at the beach or a small talk with one of the Barbies, guided by his owner was all he needed to feel somehow included (or that's what he always tried to convince himself).

Ken, with his limited knowledge regarding the real world, had concluded that the lack of what little attention he was receiving, was due to the fact that the little girl whose possession he was in, had now turned into a young lady. And having the Barbies as an example of how a lady is, he wasn't surprised that the girl had no use for him whatsoever.

Y/n wakes up in the morning, feeling groggy and disoriented. She wishes she could blame that on the environment change, but the truth is, last night she had a rather strange dream.

Y/n's pov:

She had reached her destination at about eight in the evening. After discussing some final details with her unexpectedly sweet landlady, she called her mom to inform her that she's alright and has settled in. Y/n had also managed to unpack most of her things, including her Ken doll that was laying on her desk when she changed into her matching pyjama set and got comfy in the warmth of her brand new, king sized bed.

After such a long day, y/n was equally drained both physically and mentally. The prospect of living alone, without the comfort of her parents' presence, was already enough to trouble her poor brain. On top of that, classes started tomorrow, leaving y/n no time to adjust to her new living conditions. And don't get me started on the actual unpacking and settling in process! All these heavy boxes, suitcases and IKEA furniture had gotten the best of y/n. Obviously, as soon as she found a comfortable position to sleep in, she immediately drifted off.

Y/n's sleep was disturbed by a shuffling sound, coming from the other side of the room. Normally, under any other circumstances, she would be terrified to spot the dark figure of a tall, strong looking man, staring at her in the middle of the night, after probably having broken into her apartment. However that was not the case. In her state of sleepiness and dizziness, her focus fading in and out of consciousness, her brain fuzzy and not entirely awake, y/n didn't feel any amount of fear but translated the image in front of her as part of a dream.

And what was this image in front of her, you may ask. Well, her previously unwanted Ken doll, was now at the feet of her bed, standing six foot tall, looking down at her with an adorably confused expression carved on his otherwise perfect features.

Ken's pov:

Ken was incredibly lucky that y/n thought she was dreaming, because not only didn't she scream at him to get the hell out, but she actually smiled at him. A small, uncertain and sleepy smile, no less a genuine smile. Even in his own state of confusion, Ken felt his insides melt at the sight of this small woman in front of him, smiling at him, actually noticing him.

He advanced closer to the head of the bed, so that he could take a better look at the girl who was sitting there. Ken sat at the edge of the bed and immediately recognised the person in question. She was clearly y/n. The girl who used to play with him and the Barbies was looking at him with intense interest and a glint in her y/e/c eyes that he had never seen before.

He took in her features. Ken had somehow expected to come face to face with a child, but obviously y/n was no longer a little girl but a beautiful woman. Sure, living in Barbieland Ken had learnt that all women were beautiful, however his old "owner" wasn't pretty in the sense a Barbie was pretty. Studying her features, Ken noticed y/n's hair wasn't neatly done like the Barbies', her skin dimpled and crised when she smiled, her teeth weren't the perfect shade of white or identical to one another, the apples of her cheeks were pinkish with sleep and her eyes held a warmth and complexity that made his stomach flutter. Ken was entranced by the simple image of this young lady, without any makeup or pretty clothes. He even felt like he had some kind of power over her, since she was so much smaller than him. He caught himself thinking that he could fit her whole face in the palm of his hand. The sudden urge to be the one to protect her and have the exclusivity of seeing her so unkempt and "naked" washed over him.

"Oh my!! You're actually Ken!", it was y/n that broke the silence, with her thrilled remark about the person who seemed lost in thought in front of her.

Ken was abruptly brought back to reality. How could something like this even happen? It should be practically impossible. One moment he was taking a nap at the beach and the next thing he knew, he was sitting in a chair in a dark room he concluded belonged to y/n. He might not be the brightest guy (the Kens weren't supposed to be smarter than the Barbies anyway) but he realised something very wrong was happening. The dolls living in Barbieland weren't supposed to be able to come to the real world.

"Y/n! Hey! I never thought I'd meet you in person."

She simply giggled at that. Her giggle was spontaneous and made Ken blush, since he was so unfamiliar with women reacting to him in such a way. Her expression was so girly, almost shy, making Ken bolder than he felt. He climbed all the way onto the bed so that they were basically sitting next to each other.

Y/n felt her face growing warmer and not because of the sleepiness. "That's a very realistic dream", she thought to herself. But exactly because she had convinced herself that Ken was part of her imagination she was also about to act bolder than her usual self.

She turned her body so that she was facing him and not just sitting next to him. Y/n then extended an arm in order to brush away some stray hairs that had fallen in his face. That simple motion was enough to make Ken's heart beat as loud as a hammer and he believed y/n could actually hear it from where she was sitting, so close to him. To his utter surprise, she didn't retrieve her hand after making sure his (ridiculously soft) hair was back in place.

Maybe y/n would be intimidated by Ken's perfect posture and dreamy eyes, by his chiseled jawline and veiny hands or by the fact that his pupils were dilated more than was necessary for the dark around them (there were fairy lights all around the room) if she were to meet him face to face in real life. But y/n was in a dream (or so she thought). Her dream, her rules and she showed no sign of intimidation.

With the hand that had just brushed Ken's hair, she proceeded to cup his face, while caressing his perfectly carved cheek bone with the pad of her thumb. Ken closed his eyes at the sensation, since no one had ever showed him tenderness like that. His reaction to her touch only encouraged y/n to continue exploring this life sized Ken doll.

With nimble fingers that made Ken's breath hitch multiple times, she started caressing him, beginning with his collarbones and slowly making a trail over his toned chest to his lower abs. His skin was soft and warm to the touch and y/n's mind was quick to put together multiple ungodly thoughts.

Ken's hands had reached and grabbed the bedsheets as soon as y/n's teasing ones had started going over his abs, torturously slow. Of course he didn't know why he felt the way he did, she was just touching him (as a doll he never had been subjected to anything remotely sexual before this very moment), but he could feel a weird anticipation gathering at the pit of his stomach (and lower). Oddly enough, he didn't move, he didn't even speak, scared that he would destroy this peculiar situation he'd found himself in. He told himself that "You're a doll and this human girl is simply... playing with you?". It didn't sound right but it certainly felt good.

When she reached at his lower abdomen, just below his belly button, y/n drew her hands back. He had felt so real to the touch she started to question her previous belief that she was merely dreaming.

Ken saw her expression change from lustful (he didn't know that's what it was called), to a placated one. She searched his face for an answer, without realising how her doe eyes had captured every bit of Ken's attention.

"Y/n", he whispered under a shaky inhale, leaning towards her like a moth hypnotized by the flame.

"I'm sorry Ken, I really am."

"About what?!", he asked, generally confused.

"When I was little I-"

"Can I kiss you, please?" he knew that much. He had never given a real kiss back in Barbieland but at least he was familiar with the concept.

Y/n was lost for words. A sudden realization that this felt too real to be any short of wet dream had dawned on her (if that was the case she would have woken up by now). When she didn't answer right away, Ken turned his hot gaze on her parted lips. They were swollen from sleep and rozy but not in the manufactured way the Barbies' lips look in the morning. He had to fight back the urge to attack her mouth with his own, since he was still waiting for her consent.

Y/n finally gave the smallest nod, indicating shyness and reluctance, though her gaze was once again intense, making Ken's breath get caught in his throat.

He leaned in, gently but no less eagerly and was pleasantly surprised (not for the last time) when y/n, leaning towards him as well, connected their lips in a soft, slow and lingering kiss.

Y/n's hot breath on his mouth made Ken gasp and draw himself even closer to *his* girl, while his right hand, moving on its own, reached for her already messy hair, tagging at it softly.

Y/n was equally surprised by the kiss. Ken's lips were unbelievably soft and his body emitted a warmth that sent shivers down her spine. She rubbed her thighs together (a motion in which Ken was oblivious to for the time being) as she reached for his neck, taking the lead. She drew him even closer to her, their chests colliding. Ken gasped -again- at the sensation of her round breasts pressing against his mascular body and he reacted by snaking both arms around her narrow waist.

When y/n took Ken's bottom lip between her teeth, tagging at it softly, he let out the smallest moan. In return he drew back, only to smash his lips on her own once more, with a passion and an urgency that made y/n weak in his strong arms. Her tongue asked for access he happily gave and he found himself backing his hips against her as their tongues swirled around one another for the first time.

When they parted, they were both breathless and panting heavily. Ken looked at y/n with an adoration that made her short circuit. He had never felt that important to anyone, but the tight grip she had on his biceps was proof that she wanted him. Really wanted him, needed him, even. Ken was important to her, at least at that moment.

This blissful state of his was short lived, due to y/n standing up and turning on the big light on the ceiling.

After taking a moment so that his vision could readjust to the light, Ken's eyes found y/n again. She was standing now and he took a mental note to never forget how tiny and young, how vulnerable she looked in her gray pyjama set with her tousled hair all over, like a miniature lioness. To be honest, Ken didn't have the right words to describe what he was seeing, but the warmth in his chest (and an unexplainable discomfort in his breeches) was enough for him.

"Oh shit-

Oh my gosh....I wasn't dreaming, was I?"

Y/n looked shocked and Ken grew hot with embarrassment because of it.

"I'm just as confused as you are, y/n", at least he was able to say something. Because now the light was on, he could see her feminine figure and wanted nothing more than to squish her round thighs and then-

"I mean... you're actually Ken...like... HOW?!"

"Please don't be angry at me, I can't explain how or why, but instead of waking up in Barbieland I woke up here", he said with an apologetic look on his face, while standing up like a child that just got scolded.

Y/n took a deep breath in, deciding he was too damn hot to actually be angry at him. It also wasn't his fault and at the end of the day she liked the idea of having a "boytoy" so eager and sweet. She really hadn't done Ken justice as a child but thought she could pay him back now.

You see, y/n's father is working for Mattel and she knows some things the average person doesn't. For one thing, she's aware that Barbieland exists and that on some very rare occasions the dolls come to the real world.

"It's alright Ken. I know it's not your fault"

Hearing her voice was not only soothing to him, but his name on her mouth made him lightheaded.

"but you have to get back. I don't know what it could mean to my world that you're here."

At the sound of that final statement, Ken visibly frowned and felt a weight settling in his chest. He had just come to this world and on top of that he and y/n had shared enough kisses to be considered boyfriend and girlfriend according to Barbieland standards.

He reminded himself, as always, he's just Ken. He's always second, even if for a moment he felt like a ten, lost in y/n's tender but also hot touch.

"I understand, y/n. I'll leave then and get back to Barbieland", not that he knew how.

She too felt she didn't want him to leave just yet, the tension was so thick she could almost see it all around them. Nevertheless, it was past midnight and she had three morning classes tomorrow, so she let Ken go without uttering another word.

To say the least, Ken was heartbroken. In one night he had experienced so many new sensations and emotions and he knew he wouldn't be able to get y/n out of his head no matter how hard he'd try. He ended up dozing off while sitting on her doorstep, looking at the stars and imagining y/n's small hands caressing him lower and lower until...

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can u write peeta mellark talking you through..😼

PEETA MELLARK WOULD SOOOO TALK YOU THROUGH IT OMFG

it has been a slow day at the bakery today. peeta lazily wipes down the wooden counters with a cold cloth, cleaning off any remaining dough from the days earlier work. he’s grateful for the absence of other people in the store, as he often finds himself enjoying the silence.

the bakery bathes in a gentle glow, emanating from the soft light of the lamp in the corner, occasionally flickering.

“i should probably change that..” peeta whispers to himself, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. he feels silly talking to himself, but he notices himself filling the silence that lingers in the air more often than not.

he loves the nights when it’s just him working, no distractions. he can get lost in his thoughts without having to worry about anyone or anything pulling him away from his daydreams.

peeta glances at the wall to read the clock.

“9:47” it reads. only 13 minutes left.

peeta bends down behind the counter and feels around the shelf underneath. his fingertips graze over a plastic container and he gives a sigh of relief. he pulls the plastic that contains a lightbulb from the shelf and frowns. the last one.

peeta opens the container and walks over to the lamp, unscrewing the flickering bulb. he’s careful not to burn himself as his fingers graze over the glass.

the room alludes in a sudden darkness when the light bulb is fully unscrewed. a faint light from outside allows peeta to see enough to toss the old lightbulb into the trash can near the front door.

after replacing the lightbulb, peeta glances outside. hidden in the darkness of the night, he sees a figure standing before the irregular cobblestone path. peeta cocks an eyebrow and puts the plastic container down, straightening his posture. he walks over to the window and looks outside, allowing his eyes to focus on the figure.

the shadow slowly walks along the path until it reaches the door, enough light shining through the window for peeta to see it’s a person.

not just any person, it’s you.

peeta has seen you around before, but never so late at night. hardly anyone ever visits past nine.

he glances at the clock again to make sure he didn’t read it wrong.

“9:50”

peeta looks back to the door quickly to see you open it slowly. the door creaks as you push it open, and you wince at the sound.

peeta greets you at the door with a warm smile.

“pretty late to be out getting bread, huh?” he jokes.

“no kidding,” you scoff, returning peeta’s grin.

peeta leads you over to the glass display of everything the bakery sells, and you’re surprised by all of the options. you didn’t expect a place here to have so much food.

“what’s the best option?” you ask while examining the bread loaf on the top shelf.

“hmm.. that’s a hard choice,” peeta says, acting like he’s deep in thought, “the banana bread has always been a capitol favorite.”

“so now i know what not to get,” you mumble, eyes shifting to the boy who is leaning against the glass.

the boy with the bread, you always remember him by. you glance down at his name tag. you hide a smile as you look at the dorky design on the plastic. it’s not like anyone is going to remember a name here, you think.

“peeta..” you mutter, “fitting.”

peeta laughs. the soft glow from the lamp in the corner accentuates his prettiest features perfectly. you didn’t want to sound cheesy, but you swear you could get lost in his eyes if you look at him any longer.

you look back down to all the bread on display, trying to find something enjoyable, yet affordable.

“i’ll have that one.” you say, pointing a long finger at a loaf of sourdough bread.

“good choice,” peeta replies, going behind the counter and opening the back of the display case. “anything else?”

“that’s all,” you reply.

“okay,” peeta seems to never stop smiling when he talks to you, “that will be—”

“-shit.” you blurt out, hands frantically searching for the money you thought you put in your pocket.

“is everything okay?”

“um.. yeah,” you mutter under your breath, “i swear i thought i had some money—”

“don’t worry about it,” peeta smiles.

“what?” you ask, still desperately searching your pockets for money that isn’t there.

peeta reaches his hands over the counter and grab your frantic ones.

“really,,it’s okay. just take it.” peeta says, tone more serious than before.

“i couldn’t do that,” you whisper, leaning in and allowing your forearms to rest on the counter, hands not leaving peeta’s, “there has to be another way i could repay you.”

peeta’s eyes widen and he looks away from you for a moment, deep in thought, “and what would that be?”

you smile at peeta’s question and lean in closer, only a few inches away from his face.

“it’s almost closing time right?” you ask casually, like talking about the weather.

peeta averts his gaze to the clock on the wall and tries to focus on it, rather than you being so close to him that he could smell you. peeta thinks you smell nice.

peeta looks back to you and without warning, slows the gap between the two of you.

his lips are soft, and he tastes so sweet. you were sure you could get drunk on the taste of his lips just from a peck.

it’s like time stills for a moment, everything completely fading away. the only thing in the world that matters is peeta’s lips on yours.

peeta pulls away from your lips slowly, only for yours to follow. peeta puts a hand on your cheek and pulls away, studying your features.

“i’m sorry..” peeta mumbles, only to quickly be cut off by your hand reaching for his shirt and pulling him forward.

any feeling of his fear of rejection left his body the moment your lips touch his again, and he smiles into the kiss.

you swear kissing peeta could transport you to another world with how gentle his mouth is on yours.

it’s a moment of pure bliss when he opens his mouth and lets his tongue brush against your lips. you gasp softly and he uses that as an opportunity to put his tongue inside.

the kiss deepens as peeta now has both hands on your face, like he’s holding you so you don’t float away. peeta’s thumbs rub soothing circles on your cheeks while your tongues dance together.

in the moment, it feels like your two souls intertwine. kissing peeta feels like an intimate choreography that’s almost impossible to keep up with. you feel like the room is spinning around you, and peeta’s touch is the only thing keeping you grounded.

the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach is almost suffocating as peeta deepens the kiss once more. it’s like the air around you both is charging with an electric energy as he pulls you behind the counter through the swinging doors.

peeta pushes you up against the counter and you gasp, gripping onto his messy white shirt for support. peeta mimics your movements and claws at the soft fabric of your top.

you pull away from peeta just enough for him to pull your shirt off while he latches his lips to your neck. his name becomes a frequent word on your lips as he kisses your sweet spot while his thumbs brush over your nipples softly.

“peeta,” you moan out, suddenly becoming conscious of where you are. your eyes snap open and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

peeta notices your attempt to be quiet and pulls away from your neck, but doesn’t stop playing with your nipples.

“please,” peeta pants, “let me give this to you.”

you look up to meet his dark eyes, seeing his blown-out pupils stare into yours while his dirty-blonde hair flops onto his sweaty brow.

you knew you shouldn’t, that anyone could see you two if they just walk by, but in that moment, you really didn’t care. all you care about right now if the way peeta is looking at you and the way his hands are playing with your nipples.

“fuck..” you mutter under your breath, pulling peeta’s shirt off.

your eyes widen at his physique, and he’s quick to notice your staring.

“you like what you see, sweetheart?” peeta mocks, giving you a toothy grin.

before you could say anything, peeta’s lips met yours in a hot, opened mouthed kiss.

usually, you would hate it if someone made a cocky joke like that, but his voice only turns you on more.

peeta removes one hand from your chest and runs it down your body, stopping when he reaches your pants. he pulls away from your lips once more and looks down at his hand on your waistband, then looks up at you.

“is this okay?” he asks, studying your face for any signs of discomfort.

“fuck yes, peeta.” you moan, bringing your hands to your waistband and pulling them down for him.

peeta groans under his breath at the sight. he kisses you harshly as he begins to pull at the thin fabric of your underwear. you could practically taste how desperate he was, considering how loud he was getting only from kissing you. you swallow up each sound he makes and enjoy every second of it.

peeta pulls your underwear down as far as he can reach and lets it fall to your ankles. you step out of your underwear and disregard it to the small pile of clothes on the floor. you hook your fingers around peeta’s belt loops and pull down quickly, desperate to feel him in your grasp.

you feel so vulnerable and exposed, sweaty bodies pressing against another. his hands grap at the meaty flesh on your hips tightly, desperation only becoming more evident by the second.

the only thing seperating you and peeta from being completely nude against each other is his underwear. peeta pulls away from your lips and lets his mouth trail down your jawline, peppering kisses all along the way, until he reaches the brink of your ear.

“can i feel you, please?” peeta begs with desperation lingering in his voice.

you knew exactly what he meant when he said that. you want it as much as he does.

“god yes, please,” you whimper, rutting your hips against him.

peeta grips the fleshy skin on your hips and pulls you up to sit you on the counter. the cool surface against your warm skin causes you to hiss through gritted teeth, but peeta swallows the sound in a quick peck.

peeta pulls his boxers down enough to where his cock springs out, whimpering when it hits his stomach.

you look down and gasp when you see peeta’s length, standing tall against his lower abdomen.

“how the hell do you expect that to fit?” you blurt out, almost terrified to even try.

“i can make fit.” peeta mutters, bringing his hand to your mouth and hooking his index finger and thumb to your chin gently.

he runs his thumb against your bottom lip and smiles softly. he pulls it away and opens his hand, indicating for you to spit. you cock an eyebrow and spit.

peeta brings his hand down to his cock and starts stroking slowly, not breaking eye contact.

“jesus..” he moans, spreading your spit along his thickness.

you watch in complete shock as he does so. you never expected the boy with the bread to act this way, especially with someone he’s only talked to a few times ever.

when he finishes lubing up his cock as much as he can, he spreads your legs enough to where he can stand comfortably between them. peeta rests one hand on your waist while the other holds his cock in his hand, stroking slowly as he lines it up with your hole.

anxiety dances through you as the tip of his thickness rests against you. the anticipation is killing you, but just as you’re about to say something, he slowly pushes the tip in.

“oh my god,,” you moan out loudly, not noticing how loud you are until it echoes off the walls.

you clap a hand over your mouth and stare at peeta, waiting for him to say something.

peeta just smiles and mutters against your ear, “does it turn you on knowing that someone could just walk by and see us at any moment?”

his hot breath fans across your ear and you shiver, despite the heat in the air. you shake your head aggressively and furrow your eyebrows, hand still over your mouth.

peeta pushes his tip all the way in and your eyes roll back into your head, hand barely muffling your loud whimper.

“it’s okay, honey, let it all out.” peeta whispers, removing his hand from your waist and gently grabbing yours, pulling it away from your mouth.

he wasn't even half way in yet and you already had tears in your eyes from the stretch, knuckles paling because of how hard you are gripping the counter.

peeta buries his face into the crook of your neck and moans loudly. your mouth falls open in a silent cry as your eyes squeeze shut. you make a sound of pain and peeta immediately stops, letting you adjust.

“let’s just stay like this for a minute, yeah?” peeta mumbles against your neck.

you try to steady your breathing as tears swell in your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. peeta’s shaky hand grips your hip tightly as he uses all of his self control to not push himself into you farther. he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, enjoying how nice you smell.

“you can move, peeta.” you whisper, thick tears sitting at the brink of your eyelids.

peeta pushes in about an inch deeper and moans, “you’re so.. jesus.. so tight.”

the way his cock kisses every sweet spot inside of you made your eyes roll back. he takes his time with every inch, giving your body enough time to adjust to him before he does anything else. when he’s about halfway, that’s when you start to get desperate.

“peeta, please,” you whimper, “fill me up. i can take it.”

you feel peeta smile against your neck and he kisses the skin there softly, soothing any thoughts of anxiety in your head.

“are you sure you can handle it, sweetheart?” peeta mocks, sucking a dark circle on the crook of your neck.

“yes, please!” you whine, and without warning, peeta pushes in until he bottoms out.

any words you had immediately fell from your lips and turned into a high pitched moan. peeta pulls his head away from your neck and looks at you with awe. the tears that earlier sat in the brink of your eyelids had fallen, staining your cheeks, peeta uses his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears.

“you poor thing,” he coos, “let me take care of you.”

peeta grabs the outer part of your legs and pulls you closer to him. he holds you closely to him, rubbing soothing circles on your outer thighs.

“you’re so beautiful,” peeta whispers.

you look up at him and blink, salty tears falling from your eyes. the compliment caught you completely off guard. peeta pays no mind to your confusion, instead only smiling at you and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

after a few moments of sitting like this, peeta pulls out about halfway. you whine at the loss, but the whine quickly turns into a moan when he pushes himself back inside.

your body arches into his when the tip bullies it’s way inside of you. peeta, who is so scared of hurting you, took you arching into him as a sign of pleasure. he pulls himself out halfway once more, watching your eyebrows crinkle and your eyes silently beg for more.

peeta’s cock kisses every sweet spot inside of you with a lingering touch that he knows will ruin you for everyone else. peeta’s cock jumps at the thought, him ruining you. peeta imagines you not being able to get off on anyone’s dick but his and has to bite back a moan. the thoughts alone have peeta starting off a slow pace, watching your face for any sort of discomfort.

he felt horrible for thinking like this, but he can’t help it. he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to control himself while his cock is being perfectly squeezed by your hole.

with each shallow thrust, it felt as if you were being split apart, but in the best way possible. breathles moans and cries fall from your agape mouth each time his tip grazes over that sweet spot inside of you. peeta couldn't deny that it was adorable to see your mind crumble just from a couple pumps of his dick.

you wrap your legs around peeta’s back and pull him closer, locking your ankles behind him.

“you feel so good, angel,” peeta moans, “feel so good around me.”

peeta closes the gap between the two of you in a sweet kiss. the small gesture quickly turns into a desperate need to each other as his pace speeds up. you have a hard time keeping up as he puts his tongue inside of your mouth. he whines when his tongue touches yours, enjoying every moment of the kiss.

your hole grips peeta perfectly, swallowing him in. you feel every vein as your tight hole sucks every last drop of precum out of him, his name becoming a frequent word on your lips while he abuses that sweet spot inside of you.

your senses are filled with nothing but peeta as he continues to kiss you like a starved man.

“peetaaaa,” you whimper against his lips.

“you take me so, so well,” peeta praises through soft moans, “such a pretty thing.”

you cry out his name at his words, moaning and begging for peeta to give you more. you practically scream with pleasure and grip his hips with your legs, pulling him further into you with every thrust.

“you want more, yeah?” peeta moans.

“please!” you cry out.

peeta is so scared of hurting his pretty doll, but what is he supposed to do if you keep begging for more?

peeta pushes into you at a harsh pace and pulls out, before immediately thrusting himself back in. you both moan out in unison at the sudden action.

peeta does it again to test your reaction, and you moan louder than before.

“am i, shit.. am i hurting you, angel?” peeta coos.

“n..no,” you whine, “faster, peeta!”

peeta wastes no time speeding up his pace, because who is he to deny you of your pleasure?

it doesn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to form, the coil threatening to snap as the minutes wear by. he could tell that you were getting close from your incoherent mumbling and whining.

“gonna cum for me?” peeta asks.

you aggressively nod your head, not even bothering to try to stammer out a response.

peeta’s hands move to cup the underside of one of your thighs, nails digging into the plush skin as he lifts it so that it sits over his shoulder. the new position allowed him to reach all kinds of new angles that you desperately needed him to touch.

“don’t hold back, please,” peeta begs, “give it to me.”

just his words alone had you coming undone, squeezing around his cock tightly. you allow peeta to completely take over as your orgasm washes over you.

“oh, just like that,” peeta coos.

you cum around him with a loud cry, hips stuttering against the counter. his words become completely inaudible as you drown in your own pleasure, everything in your mind merging together.

the sight of you coming undone was so beautiful to him. peeta lets you enjoy the moment as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. he leans down to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead, grinning at the way your body shudders beneath him.

peeta’s pace slows down a bit, rocking his hips against your own till he finally reaches his high.

“gonna make a mess of you,” peeta moans, “can i do that? yeah? want me to make a mess inside of you, angel?”

you cry out at peeta’s words and the feeling of overstimulation, feeling both pain and pleasure mix inside of you.

without warning, peeta coats your walls with thick cum. he cums with a high pitched moan that seems to echo off the walls. he continues fucking into you harshly, barely able to control himself.

as he slows his pace, peeta whispers incoherent blabbers into the air. you weren’t sure what he was saying, but it still warms your heart, nonetheless.

peeta pulls out of you slowly, whining at the loss. you shudder at how empty you feel, completely fucked out. peeta gives you a few moments to rest before pulling you off the counter.

“peeta,” you whisper, looking down at your shaking legs.

peeta lets out a breathy chuckle and grabs you by your hips, assisting you back on the counter.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. here, let me help.” peeta picks up your clothes off the ground and places them on the counter. he finds your underwear and pants in the pile and helps you put them on, then helps with your shirt.

“i just cleaned off these counters,” peeta smiles.

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