Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?
Word Count: 1.8kish
Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing
Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!
Request: I LOVE YOUR WRITING, FAM. I was wondering (if you’re not busy)
Could write a Peter Maximoff imagine about him biting/tugging at the readers
bottom lip while kissing? I think that’d be sexy af. Regardless, keep up ya
Warnings: Heated make out at the end, otherwise it’s just fluff
The sunrise woke you up. Groggily, you
rubbed your eyes, sitting up, careful not to wake your silver-haired boyfriend
up, even though almost nothing could awaken him. You looked around his bedroom,
remembering the movie night you and Peter had had. You had watched the complete
Star Wars saga. You had fallen asleep during episode II but you knew that Peter
had watched the whole thing.
You were staring at his bare back and smiled.
In your heart, you knew that Peter Maximoff was the one for you. You decided
that you would stay in bed a little longer, grabbing a book and snuggling
against your boyfriend. Immediately, he turned around and spooned you, he was
still asleep but, somehow, he had sensed that it was you. You smiled softly and
inhaled his sweet scent before opening your book and reading.
About an hour later, a voice brought you
out of your trance, “How lucky am I to wake up next to the girl that I love?” You
turned to face him, he softly placed his lips on your forehead, “Morning
beautiful.” He smiled.
“Morning love. Sleep well?” you asked.
“With you next to me?” he grinned, “Better
You both stayed like this, cuddling, for a
few minutes until you got up to get dressed. Instantaneously, Peter started
whining about Professor Xavier ruining your couple time by educating you and
other ridiculous stuff. Despite his complaining, you took out a pair of black
jean shorts and a rosewood red tank top.
You started undressing and, suddenly, Peter
stopped talking. You slipped on your top when a gust of wind hit you and Peter’s
hands were on your waist.
“You look hot.” He whispered in your ear,
his breath fanning on your neck.
“Peter.” You scolded him, “Now is not the
time, I have History and I can’t be late.” You slipped your shorts on and
placed a chaste kiss on his lips, “I love you.”
You only had the time to hear him repeat
what you had said before rushing out of your boyfriend’s dorm, leaving him
standing in his room, speechless about the effect you had on him. You guys
always said ‘I love you’ to each other but every time these words came out of
your mouth, his heart skipped a beat. Everybody could see that he was head over
heels for you and that you felt the same towards him. Every couple wanted to be
like you and every single person find a someone that would love them as much as
you loved each other.
During the day, Peter’s words rung in your
ears. The classes you had today were boring so, the idea of a boyfriend waiting
a whole day to be able to kiss you got you through the day. Meanwhile, Peter
was in X-men training, distracted. He too, could not get the idea of his lips
against you out of his mind. “Only an
hour.” He thought, looking at the clock, desperate for time to go faster.
Finally, you walked out of your class and sped
to Peter’s room. As you expected, he was sitting on his bed, wearing his
signature jacket with a bow of Twinkies in his hands. One of his favorite tunes
was playing in the background. He looked up at the sound of you opening the
door and beamed. He placed the box on the bed and got up, walking towards you.
“I missed you.” He said, grabbing onto the
hoops of your shorts and pulling you towards him.
“Me too.” You smiled, wrapping your arms
around his neck.
“I was left thinking about you all day. I
don’t really like how we left off on our last encounter.” He slipped his hands
around your waist.
“Me neither. How about we pick up from
where we left off?” you grinned and mirrored your actions.
“I’m fine with that babe.” He brought his
face closer to yours, your lips nearly touching each other.
“I don’t remember where we were at.” Every
time your lips moved, they brushed Peter’s.
“Let me remind you.” He grinned even more
before smashing his lips against yours.
You immediately replied by pushing your
lips onto his with an equal force. Your lips molded together like pieces of a
puzzle, perfectly. Softly, he bit down on your bottom lips eliciting a gasp
from you. He continued to tug on it lightly, making you moan. He used this to
his advantage and slipped his tongue in your mouth which started a battle for
dominance in your mouth. He won and his tongue didn’t hesitate to wander around
your mouth. You unwrapped your arms from his neck, not detaching your lips from
his, and tugged his jacket off and discarded it on the floor. He pulled away to
take off your top and laid you down softly on his bed. He slipped out of his
own black t-shirt and you spent a few seconds staring at his chiseled chest
before he crawled over you, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. He brought
his lips back to yours and started nipping at your bottom lip again. Your hands
trailed down his abs and reached his pants. After unbuckling his belt, you took
off his pants, leaving him in his black underwear. Peter had started creating
hickeys on your collarbone and you moaned into his shoulder. At that moment,
both of you knew that you were in for a thrilling night.
1st day at Japan Expo, and it was mostly shopping as you can see xDD
I saw some show with traditional music, participate to some quizz game during my lunch, and went to a concert with Jpop singers interpreting famous openings and we had Hq!! and YOI, Kimi no na wa, and Snk and it was so good to hear the whole audience singing together =v= (yoi opening was a magical moment<333)
Anyway, it was too hot, I almost died when I came back (I forget each time the torture of the transport////) =v=
Tomorrow, let’s try to assist to the masterclass of Kubo & Yamamoto, hey hey oh! ^0^)/
The Wrestling Match (Star-Lord Reader Insert Smut)
Very graphic. NSFW. Blah blah blah. Sex.
Today was so boring. There was literally nothing to do. You’d think that traveling around with the Guardians of the Galaxy would have a new adventure waiting everyday. But even the greatest heroes have their weak days.
You and Peter were hanging out in his bunk. You’d danced all afternoon to his music. Twice, in fact. Yet you were still not fulfilled. So you and him just talked about nonsense. He was telling more stories about girls who’d attacked him after a one-night stand.
“Anyways, so she’d stuck a fork in my side. Luckily, I’d gotten out of the before she could get anything sharper.” he joked. You smiled and rolled your eyes.
“That’s the price you pay. Don’t mess with a girl’s heart; they’ll rip you a new one.” you warned. You started inspecting your fingernails as he continued talking.
“Nah, I don’t think girls are as tough as boys. No woman could stand up to me.” he tested. You bursted out laughing. “What? It’s the truth!”
“Peter, there are many girls who could kick your ass in a heartbeat.”
“Like who? You? Yeah right,” he pressed. You looked up and cocked your head to the side.
“Yeah, me. I will kick your ass right now.”
“Do you know who you’re dealing with?” Oh, that was it. You got up and strided over to wear he was lounging. You put your hands on either side of him, leaned in close, and squinted your eyes at him. You were an less than an inch away from his face.
“Do you know who you’re dealing with? Don’t push me, Quill. I’ll beat your sorry ass any day of the week.” you smiled.
“Okay,” he began, “right now. Let’s wrestle. Rules are there are no rules.” He stood up and you back up a little bit. You put your hands on your hips.
“It’s gonna be pretty embarrassing when you lose to me, Star-Lord. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” you teased. He stepped closer to you, your bodies touching. You started getting a little warm.
“Get ready, honey, you’re going down.” With that, you left to change into shorts and an old t-shirt. When you came back, Quill was in sweatpants and a white shirt. You both cleared out the room, pushing furniture and valuables to the corners of the bunk.
Standing on opposite sides of the room, Peter was still being annoying as usual.
“Are you gonna be okay when I win? I don’t like making ladies cry.” he called. You laughed again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! So all those sad looking women who leave the ship in the morning are just sweating from their eyes?” you mocked.
“Hey, I haven’t done that in a while! I’m a good boy now.” You couldn’t help but laugh again. It was true though, you hadn’t seen these girls in a while. The other guardians would make fun and say it was because of you, but you never believed them. Maybe he did like you, and that’s why he was so willing to wrestle you. You quickly shook the thought out of your head and went back to the matter at hand.
“Yeah right. Let’s get this over with.” With that, you cracked your neck and ran towards him without warning. You tackled him onto the ground. Before he knew what was happening, you crawled up his body and sat on top of him, pressing your hands against his firm chest to keep him down.
“No fair, I wasn’t ready!” he whined. He shoved you off of him, landing on your butt. You quickly tried scrambling away, but he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back. Peter lifted you up. You tried kicking your legs and elbowing which cause him to laugh. His strong arms wrapped around your stomach tightly. Then you went flying onto the bed. He quickly laid on top of you. He was in between your legs, holding your shoulders down. You’re were starting to get a little turned on at the position you two were in. When you actually refocused on pushing him off, he’d already counted down to one, meaning you’d lost the round. You’re breathing was heavy as he laughed to himself.
“We don’t have to go again if it’s too much for you.” he goaded. Yet you were already in a stance across the room, your hands resting on your knees and your feet spread apart. He ran towards you this time, picking you up and shoving you against a wall. He flipped you and twisted your arm behind your back.
“Just admit that I’m stronger, sweetheart.” He leaned in close to your ear and pressed himself right up against you. He twisted your arm a little more and your back arched in pain, forcing your bottom against him even rougher.
“Oh yeah, baby, right there.” He jokingly moaned. You grinned a little and then stomped on his foot as hard as you could.
“SHIT! OW!” he yelled. When he backed away, you took the chance to turn around and shove him on the ground. You straddled his chest this time and pinned both his wrists above his head. He bucked and fought like an angry bull, but you were still on top of him, using all your strength to keep his hands down.
“3… 2… 1…” you counted. He let out a sigh while you grinned proudly.
“I’m gonna be honest, I’ve wanted my head between your legs for a long time, but not exactly like that.” he said sarcastically. He was always saying sexual things to you, so it didn’t bother you. Until now.
Being this close to Peter, touching and feeling him, it’d ignited something inside you. You wanted to touch him more, as you’d suddenly enjoy the feel of his body. Maybe this wasn’t such a boring day. You stretched for the last round. It was a tie and you were determined to win this last one.
“C’mon darling, you know you can’t beat me. Just give up before you get hurt.” he cracked his knuckles menacingly.
“Sorry to break it to you, but you’re the one who’s gonna get hurt.” He acted wounded, putting his hand on chest and making a big scene.
The final round, you both started in the middle of the room and immediately started pushing on each other. You were the first to fall to the floor. He laid on your back, but you flipped the position. You hand one knee one the floor and one held down on his chest.
“Had enough, Star-Lord?” you pushed your knee a little harder into his chest which made him let out a cough.
“Not even close!” he spat. Peter grabbed your shirt collar. This being a very old shirt and you being stiff as a statue, your shirt ripped open. You looked down to see your bra exposed, and rapidly looked to see a chunk of the fabric in his hand. You gasped, covering your chest. Quill took the opportunity to jump on you and pin your arms down, exposing your breasts even more.
“Peter get off me! My shirt!” you cried. He stayed quiet and looked at your chest hungrily. The look on his face made your panties a little wet. You bucked your hips, shook your head side to side, and shut your eyes trying to get him off of you so you could fight back. A moan escaped your mouth as you felt his lips on your neck.
His kisses were hot and persistent as he moved further down, stopping to gently suck on your collarbone. You heard a tearing noise as he ripped off the remaining pieces of your shirt. Coming to your senses, you realized you were actually about to have sex on the floor of Peter Quill’s bunk with the man himself.
“Peter,” you breathed.
“Don’t.” he muttered. He unhooked your bra and ran his tongue over your sensitive nipple while gently massaging the other with his rough, calloused hands. He suddenly stopped and lifted you off the floor. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he kissed you. His lips were soft and his mouth was sweet like sugar. Your arms wrapped around his neck gingerly but it wasn’t until he slammed you against the wall that you realized what was going on. As body made contact with the wall, you let out a puff of breath.
“Don’t think we’re not done. There’s still one round left.” he told you in a seductive tone.
“Let’s do it.” you agreed. You unwrapped your legs from his waist and shoved him over and over again until he was against a wall this time. You tore his shirt off him and ran your hands over his body. Peter kissed you before moving to force you against the wall. He wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you in place as he peeled your shorts off. You used your hands to steady yourself. That’s when he laid a big smack right on your ass. You sucked in air through your teeth as the pain started setting in. Smack! You jumped against the wall. He seemed to be enjoying this. Smack!
“Damn it!” you cried. He started squeezing and rubbing your butt now, soothing the pain a little bit. Smack! You jumped again from the surprise. You removed yourself from his grasp and kicked out one of his knees, making him fall to the ground. You took a seat on his toned stomach with your back to him so you could pull down his sweatpants. He writhed underneath you. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back against his chest and held you there. You flailed around like a baby, he lifted you up, and held you down on the bed.
Peter quickly slid down to get between your legs. You tried to get up, but he pulled you down again and held a death grip on your thighs. He spread your legs open forcefully and threw you one of them over his shoulder. You heard the sound of more fabric tearing and felt the air hit your wetness, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.
“Quill, you really need to stop rippi— oh my God!” you inhaled sharply. He ran the flat of his tongue up your slit. He gently kissed your clit and and sucked all around you. Your eyes crossed as you bit your fingertips from the pleasure he was delivering. He was going faster and faster.
“I can hear you licking.” you giggled.
“Mmm, I’m a hungry man. You want me to stop?” He licked swirls and lines up and down you, causing your body to tighten.
“Answer me.” he called to you, pulling you out of your trance.
“No, God, no.” you panted. He went back to working on pleasing you. He used his teeth to graze you clit. Quill was staring at your face, enjoying your changing expression the closer you got. ‘Wow, he’s good at this!’ His head was moving to lick more of you and you couldn’t help but clutch on to his hair and dig your heel into his back. It was getting better and better until— Oh there it is!
You bit your lip to keep yourself from being loud. Softly moaning his name, he licked up all your juices. As you came down from your high, he crept up to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips and kind of liked it. You wanted him inside you so bad, so you shimmied his boxers down his thighs. He smiled into the kiss. But that was the last part of sweetness you would get.
Peter thrust into you roughly. So rough, in fact that you broke the kiss to catch your breath. He rested his chin between your neck and your shoulder, his breathing heavy as his thrusts got harder and faster into you. He was literally pounding into you, hearing your flesh slapping against his. It was no longer sensual lovemaking. It was hot, rough sex. And you loved every bit of it. But you suddenly remembered you had a wrestling match to win.
You pushed him off of you, never separating from him. He landed on his back and you were now riding him. Quill gripped your hips and moved you faster.
The same joyful spot kept getting hit and you were soon pushed off the edge. Multiple times. He came soon after you had for the 3rd or 4th time. He let out a grunt and a low moan that was probably the sexiest noise you’d ever heard. While he was still breathing heavily trying to cool off, you were still on top of him. You grabbed his wrists of your waist quickly and held them down on each side of him. He shot you a puzzled look.
“3… 2… 1… I win.” You got off him and laid next to him. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek sweetly.