𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

summary. your brilliant boyfriend zoro comes up with an idea when he sees you in nothing but a taunting two piece lingerie set.

pairing. roronoa zoro x f!reader

warnings/tags. mirror sex, penetration, fingering, oral sex (m), zoro calls you slut but affectionately, breath play, unprotected sex, banter, just you both being a cringy couple, bold is japanese, slightly ooc zoro??

wc. 4.3k

kazu’s note. *scratches head* uh- this was longer than i expected… oops

“fucking finally,” were the first words your boyfriend spoke after a long night. you chuckled, closing the door behind you and locking it shut.

“it wasn’t that bad,” you stretched your neck, laughing as the boy continued to grumble about his annoyance throughout the entire night. “everyone was having a good time, you’re the only grumpy one.”

“that might’ve been the worst night in my entire twenty-one years of living,” zoro plopped lazily on the bed, back flat with his chest facing the ceiling. he huffed childishly, limbs stretched at each extremity of the bed. “and that’s including the sabaody and thriller bark incidents.”

“all because we ran out of sake?” you couldn’t help the laugh you let out. he was being incredibly childish, so childish that you found it endearing.

“‘s not funny,” he mumbled, crossing his arms beneath his head as support. you shook your head unimpressed, and as if he could sense it, “it was the good kind too!”

“you have nobody else but yourself to blame for your ineptitude to enjoy yourself sober,” you teased, removing your diamond earrings and placing them on the dresser.

“tch, i don’t expect you to understand.” he retorted, although it lacked fire. you hummed in faux acknowledgment, moving towards the body length mirror to help yourself out.

you looked back at your reflection. a silk black dress that stopped mid thigh and was dangerously close to revealing a cheek. the dress hugged your body perfectly, every crevice and curve accentuated. it snug your frame just right, almost teasingly, and you couldn’t help the way your fingertips roamed over your body.

whenever you cleaned up, you cleaned up damn well. your eyes narrowed at the sight of yourself more.

“what a self-conceited woman,” your boyfriend joked from where he laid. you snapped out of your trance, finding his teasing gaze from the reflection of the mirror.

you returned the smirk back, “when you look this good, it’s hard not to be,” shifting your body, your hips moved so your backside could now be seen through the mirror. you eyed your ass in the tight material, satisfied at the stretch of the silk over your curve.

“my pretty girl.” zoro agreed, letting his eye rest once more. a smile fell on your glossed lips, a warmth spreading through your chest at his compliment. my pretty girl. for a man as non-verbal as zoro, you would take that compliment and never let it die.

the more you looked at yourself, you noticed the steel gray zipper stitched in the material. it brought you back to your senses, remembering you’d now have to switch into more comfortable clothing to sleep.

although you wish you had more moments to appreciate the dress, you felt yourself slowly growing tired. you stretched your arm behind your back, fingers attempting to find the zipper. when you managed to get ahold of the lever, you felt your arm struggle to pull it downwards.

you frowned, trying once, twice and another time. the muscles in your bicep began to burn from the movements, and so you let your arm fall down.

“hey baby,” you called out to your lover, eyeing him through the reflection of the mirror. you saw him open his singular eye, a lazy hum vibrating from this throat, “c’mere and help me with my zipper?”

“can’t do anything without my help, needy woman” he sighed, though lifting himself from the bed. he stretched his limbs with a groan, before walking over towards you.

you felt his presence behind you, and so you playfully rolled your eyes, assuring he could see you through the reflection. “‘m just so helpless without my incredibly strong and reliable boyfriend,” you fed on his ego, slapping his thigh encouragingly.

“i mean i am incredibly strong and reliable.”

“that you are, my love.”

“‘m also very skilled and observant. would never let you get hurt.”

“ah, whatever would i do without you?”

through the mirror, your boyfriend gave you one of his rare smiles— the one that exposed his adorable left dimple, pearly whites flashing, cheeks stretching wide. you cherished whenever the man would smile like this, since it only ever came every once in a blue moon.

you granted him a smirk, slapping his thigh once more, “now get on with it, my knight in shining armour.”

he placed a gentle kiss at the crevice of your neck, before putting his hands to work. you watched as he moved your hair out the way, dragging the zipper down slowly. his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, and you ignored the heat in your stomach bubbling.

once the zipper landed right at your lower back, the dress dropped and pooled at your ankles swiftly, revealing your skimpy undergarments.

you blinked, momentarily forgetting you paired the silk dress with your black lace bra and matching thong. your boyfriend, on the other hand, blinked as his eye roamed from your back muscles, and moved down to the tattoo that sat right above your ass, before lowering his gaze down to cheeks.

you watched him amusingly, loving the way he was mesmerized by the set you wore. ironically, when you had purchased the set and offered to give a haul, he let you know he was nowhere near interested in what you and the witch bought.

when you brought your thoughts to words, he chuckled in disbelief, rough hands grazing down your warm skin, resting at your waist, “guess i’m a dumbass then,”

“you guess?” you joked, and when he raised his head to give you a flat look, you giggled in retaliation. his eye moved back to your backside, practically drooling over your flesh.

turning around, his sight was now replaced from your ass to your breast. “c’mon zee, you gonna keep looking or put your incredibly strong and very skilled hands to use?” you pressed your chest against him, draping your arms over his broad shoulders, offering an innocent smile.

he returned a smile, though far more mischievous than the previous one. his hands found their way around your middle, tugging you incredibly closer to him. his nose teasingly brushed yours, lips inches dangerously away from your own.

“gotta help my damsel in distress,” he mumbled with a feral grin, barely giving you a breath before locking lips with yours.

the kiss was slow and sensual. your boyfriend was taking his time, savouring your taste if the tilt of his head revealed anything. you hummed in appreciation, fingers moving to play with his short fringes, scraping his scalp gently.

and before you knew it, his tongue eagerly slipped into your glossy lips, slipping into your cavern and explored every inch of the warmth. his hands lowered and grabbed onto your mouldy flesh, feeling his rough callouses contrasting your soft skin.

you moaned softly into his mouth, enjoying the rub of your ass, simultaneously enjoying the way your front would rub teasingly against his. his hard-on was impossible to ignore, poking into your groin so naughtily, and surely enough you felt your panties dampen with your slick.

zoro pulled away just slightly, panting against your swollen lips, the feral grin returning on his mouth, “got a brilliant idea just now.”

you cocked an eyebrow, a smile following your words, “care to share?”

“you’ll see,” zoro gave you a light spank, feeling the delicious recoil beneath his palm, his smirk growing dangerously wider. “turn around for me, princess,”

you complied to his order, turned around and found yourself staring at your own reflection once again. it was only when you eyed your swollen lips and the devious stare behind you that you put the pieces together.

“got an idea yet?” zoro pressed his bulge into your ass, arms wrapping around around stomach. when you giggled, he smiled approvingly, resting his nose in between your shoulder and neck, taking an inhale of your intoxicating scent.

“‘m gonna blow your mind away,” his warm lips left trails of wet kisses along your neck. from beneath your ear, to the back of your neck, his kisses would grow harsher, teeth dragging your skin with intent to leave marks.

“blow me away then,” you sighed, throwing a hand back to find his hair. feeling tingles of pleasure where his lips would leave bites, heats of fire licked at your spine as his explored your upper body, eventually resting at your breast.

he took a greedy squeeze and you moaned before you could help it, the cold metal pierced through your nubs being tugged at. his hands slipped through your bra, fingers finding your nipples with practiced ease as he fondled the erect peak, while simultaneously massaging the tender flesh.

the breast play drove your mind to mush quicker than you anticipated, “hurry up, take it off already!”

zoro tsked, plunging his teeth particularly deeper into your neck, the sting making your legs buckle, “we’re keeping the set on. think of it as a makeup haul,”

“still your fault,” you grumbled childishly, and when he pinched your nipple and anticipated your squeal, he delivered a soft kiss at your jaw.

“m tryna make up for it, aren’t i?” he dropped a hand from your chest, fingertips trailing downwards. his hands stopped at your waistband, slipping his index past the elastic as he circled around your waist teasingly.

“we’re gonna play a little game, yeah?” he mumbled right within earshot, the words sending shivers through your body. in the pause between his words and your nod, he lowered his hand in your panties, pushing the flimsy string aside and used his thumb to graze just over your clit.

you stiffened at the discreet move, body yearning for more. he was being a teasing little shit, and as much as you wanted to call him out on it, you didn’t want to risk him leaving you in this state. you bit your tongue.

“simple rule; keep your eyes on yourself at all times. got it?” as if to demonstrate, his free hand grabbed at your jaw, tilting your chin so you’d be forced to stare at yourself.

you huffed in slight embarrassment. you looked a mess— in the process of it all, your hair had gotten messed up, neck littered in nasty love bites, lips swollen and gloss smothered around your mouth. of course he wanted to do this, the bastard.

“what’s wrong?” zoro hummed, though his taunting smirked showed anything but concerns. “thought it was hard to not keep your eyes off of yourself when you looked this good?”

“fuck off,” you rolled your eyes, and when the hand in your thong threatened to leave, your hand quickly gripped it and kept it in place. “fine, god you’re annoying,”

“what ever happened to my gentle damsel in distress?” he chuckled, thumb now rolling your clit around. at the touch you threw your head back, stomach churning at the pleasure. you could see from your peripheral zoro’s pointed gaze, before yanking your head back down, the grip on your jaw tightening.

“thought i told you to keep your eyes on yourself at all times?” he growled, teeth nipping at your earlobe. you whimpered, the hand on his gripping his wrist harder.

“hurry it up then!— please,” you pleaded, slowly losing your composure. behind you, zoro dragged his lips lower down your neck.

“only ‘cause you asked so nicely,” he cooed, wasting no time to plunge two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy.

the moan you let out was pornographic, the stretch of his thick digits burning so deliciously. his pace was slow but steady— experimentally fingering you, scissoring your walls with ease. your slick made the job easier, and only when it dribbled down your thigh had you noticed how horny you were.

“look at what i get to see regularly,” his hand guided you back to the mirror you’d subconsciously been inching away from. “wouldn’t it have been greedy to keep this all to myself?”

you were too out of focus to reply. you’d never seen yourself during sex before. and as embarrassing as it was, it also turned you on immensely. your buckling legs, the way zoro’s fingers would disappear into your cunt and come back out glossier than previously. your eyes moved up to your face, jaw dropped as you moaned and moaned like there was no tomorrow. drool collected at the corner of your mouth, eyes lidded as pleasure slowly consumed you entirely.

“my pretty little slut,” zoro leaned forward, cheek now in contact with yours, slipping in a third finger into your looser cunt. you whined are the addition, arms stretching forward to hold onto mirror for support. “see how good you look?”

he mumbled in your ear, soaking in the way you crumbled at his fingers alone. his cock twitched at the mere thought of seeing you see yourself fall apart on his dick. growing impatient, he growled, quickening his pace.

“zoro— oh fuck, right there!” you babbled, eyes rolling at back of your head when you felt his ruthlessly thrust at your sweet spot. the familiar yet different coil in your gut built, threatening to release at the pounding.

“eyes, my love.” he growled beastly, and you whined in annoyance, though forcing your gaze back into yourself. it was getting harder with the nips at your sensitive neck and your cunt sucking in and out his fingers.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” at the words you clenched impossibly harder, focusing on chasing your release as quick as possible. “gonna cum for me, baby?”

“yes, oh yes! please let me cum!” you begged, legs stuttering as you barely held yourself together. if possible, his pace quicken and the thrusts grew sharper, his bicep flexing in the process.

“anything for my damsel,” a tough bite at your jugular and the multitasking of your clit and sweet spot being stimulated had you squirting hard.

the coil snapped and you moaned loudly, hardly considering the possibility of your crewmates hearing you. you melted as the liquid sprayed down your legs and onto the mirror. you watched yourself breakdown, drool now escaping your mouth and body quivering at the overstimulation.

“thought you said you were cumming baby?” zoro teased, removing his fingers from your panties and bringing them to your mouth.

still hazy, you eagerly accepted the wet digits into your mouth, moaning around his fingers at your taste. zoro watched with animistic intensity at the sight, his dick twitching vigorously.

“good job love, you did so well,” he brought his own fingers to his mouth, now savouring your saliva coating his fingers and the faint taste of your pussy.

“now,” he popped his hand away, placing them on your hips and turning you around. you raised an eyebrow in confusion, and so he explained himself. “mini pause on the game, i need some help. you willing to help me out?”

“do i even have a choice?” you snorted weakly, and when his hand cupped your jaw, index finger lifting your gaze to meet his, your eyes widened in surprise.

“‘course you do. ‘m not gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.” he pointed, sternly.

you heart swelled at his statement. you rolled your eyes playfully, swatting his hand away gently, “i know that, idiot, now lemme help you out,” you lowered down, opting to squat instead of kneeling.

when you looked back up, your boyfriend stared you down in an amused shock, “well that’s new,”

you shrugged, not wanting to admit you wanted to give him a good view through the mirror. you only hoped the intense workout sessions with him would pay off here.

“gonna whip out your dick now?” you asked, hands moving up to his zipper, only to have him stop your movements. you looked back up, ready to retort when it died down on your tongue at his teasing grin.

“no hands. can you take it?” he asked, bringing his free hand to your hair, pushing it out of your face.

your face twisted in annoyance at the nerve he had, competitiveness slowly bubbling in your veins. you kissed your teeth, hands flying to grip his thighs to accept his request.

“‘course i can, you’re talking to me here.”

“ah, whatever would i do without you?” he ruffled your head affectionately, loving the way your lips fell into an unintentional pout. “now, get on with it,”

you rolled your eyes at him using your own words against you, but decided to push past it. for now, you focused on how you were gonna pull his pants down without hands.

you leaned forward, teeth popping off the button of his dark jeans with ease. when you heard an approving grunt, you found yourself wanting to impress him further. and so, you bared your teeth out, finding the piece of steel and dragged it down slowly while keeping eye contact with him.

a smirk pulled at his lips at your dedicated eyes. he knew you’d be able to do it, you were his slut after all.

moving on, you managed to pull his pants down with a rather big bite. you were careful to not tangle his skin in the process, and the second the article of clothing moved past his mid thigh, gravity did its thing and finished the job for you.

you moved up and repeated the same cycle with his briefs, ignoring the way your pussy clenched around nothing at his musk. god, you wanted his dick in your mouth so badly. his briefs now hung at his mid thigh, his throbbing cock now hanging at your face.

“you did it,” he spoke the obvious, and when you gave him a flat look, he chuckled, “don’t give me that face, get on with it.”

you collected all the saliva in your mouth, eyes glued on the pretty brown tip of his cock. it leaked with pre, curving slightly to the left as the bottom of his large shaft was decorated with dark green pubes.

you were gonna reach down there.

and so you leaned forward, with the help of your hands stuck to his thighs, and greeted his tip with a kiss. you heard the man hiss, and so you took him further down, jaw slackening as bobbed down his cock.

you started slowly, dragging your tongue around his dick, the salty taste of his skin leaving a pleasant buzz in your head. though harder to manage, you didn’t back down as you took him even further down.

“there we go,” he grunted, the grip on your hair tightening. he held back the thought of guiding you down, turned on by the idea of you taking him in without his help. “just like that,”

saliva began to escape your mouth, jaw and thighs getting sore, but you knew you had to deal with the pain. you were determined to make him cum, without your hands.

taking a deep breath in, you leaned forward all the way down to his cock, nose meeting the dark green pubes. the smell of his hairs clouded your mind, and the guttural groan your boyfriend released made you leak.

“fuck—“ he cursed under his breath, watching as you went ham on his dick. you weren’t letting up, you moved up and down like your life depended on it, your thumbs rubbing circles on thighs and fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

your eyes caught his and though your mouth was occupied, zoro pictured the smirk you’d give him. he smirked back at you, and you understood as to why.

you went back to working up and down his throbbing cock, before pulling up and sucking harshly at his tip, just like how he likes it.

“god— okay, okay, that’s enough,” he used the grip on your hair and pulled you entirely off of him. you frowned, ready to voice out your annoyance but he cut you off before you could begin.

“needa cum in that pretty pussy of yours,” he lifted you up from your crouching stance. when you now fully stood, you felt the ache in your trembling thighs, “besides, you looked like you were having a hard time there.”

“i know you’re not talking,” you raised a singular eyebrow, amazed by the audacity of this man.

he chuckled, swiftly turning you around, and you were once again greeted with the view of yourself. he kissed your jaw, “game’s back on. remember my love, eyes on yourself.”

before you could roll your eyes, you felt the tip of his cock playfully rubbing at your lips. you bit your lip, holding back a moan threatening to release. the grip he had on your hips would surely leave bruises, but the taunts of his cock slipping in and out of your cunt made it feel worth it.

“put it in already,” you complained, feeling your brain melt at the teasing. you were so close to the feeling and whenever he felt as though you were ready to express your delights, he’d pull back out.

“i’d suggest holding the mirror,” he nodded his head, his tip waiting at your entrance. your arms tumbled towards the mirror, palms nearly slipping at your moistness.

you were finally granted the thrust he gave, you both moaning wantonly as you sucked in his dick greedily. your arms nearly gave out at the burn of his stretch, but you were far too greedy to care about it. you wanted more, and if you took your eyes off of yourself, he’d throw a fit.

“remember,” he growled, barely holding it together himself together. “eyes up or i swear to god i’m pulling out.”

a whine slipped past your lips, “okay, okay, hurry!” you moved your own hips back and forth, deciding to begin without him. he hissed at the feeling of your gummy walls accepting his cock so easily, your lips gripping him so naughtily.

and much to your satisfaction, he held your hips and began to pound you. he pounded into you brutally, so ruthlessly, never letting up. you wanted it? then he’d give it to you.

you cried in pleasure, watching your body jerk forward as you matched his thrusts, head bobbing without control as your breasts jiggled in sync. whenever he’d sink into you, he repeatedly attacked your cervix, his cock dragging at your walls and stretching you impossibly further.

you fingers curled and your knees buckled, though your eyes stayed glued to the mirror. you watched as his eye met you, an animalistic smirk stretched on his lips, watching with pride as he ruined you. he then lowered his gaze to your ass, the recoil of each bounce made him pound deeper, addicted to the movements.

“fuck, yes, oh zee, ‘s so good!” you bit your lip in attempt to muffle your moans, but the fingers that wrapped around your throat cut your breathing circulation briefly. you inhaled sharply, the lack of air fucking with your thoughts.

“god, look at you,” he growled, leaning forward and hitting a whole new spot. your vision began to fill with stars, the penetration hitting even further and nearly had you spasming in bliss.

“love having my hand around your neck, huh?” his grip tightened and god, how badly you wanted to cum. “want me to breed you and make you mine forever, ain’t that right?”

“yesyesyes!” you babbled, bringing your own hand to hold the one on your neck. zoro smirked impressively, lifting your body so you were now pressed against another. you felt his sweaty chest behind your back, and when his hand slipped forward to toy with your clit, you lost it.

you tilted your head back, lips inches away from his panting ones, “i’m cummin’! fuck, oh fuck— please let me cum, please!” your free hand moving back to grab ahold of his bulging bicep.

zoro’s lips twitched in anticipation, leaning forward to mumble the words on your plump lips, “‘m right behind you baby, cum for me,”

capturing your mouth with his before you could wake up the whole ship, you cummed and hard. you screamed in his mouth, tongue muffling your sounds as he milked out everything you had to offer.

zoro followed you shortly, groaning in your mouth, hips stuttering as he emptied his milky load into you. he rode out his orgasm, briefly forgetting you were now on the verge of overstimulation, focused on bringing you both down from your highs. your broken sobs indicated you were feeling as good as he was, sunken deep into your cunt as he painted your walls white.

eventually, he slowed his thrusts down, your whines music to his ears. when his thrusting stopped, he released the grip on your neck, his hand now moving to your stomach and resting around your waist.

though out of breath and nearly on the verge of passing out, you kissed your boyfriend as passionately as he kissed you back. his fingers, once gripping you tight, now rubbed shapes onto your skin soothingly. his touch left sparks of warmth all over your body, even after your promiscuous actions.

you pulled back, resting your head on his shoulder, panting heavily. you watched the view before you, and you had to admit it was rather charming to see zoro post orgasm. the way he eyed you with love made your chest flutter with butterflies.

“brilliant idea, by the way,” you spoke first, chuckling at the way his face lit up.

“right? ‘ve had this fantasy for so fucking long, can’t believe it took this long to do it,” he kissed your temple gently. you hummed in agreement. you couldn’t believe all it took was for him to pull your zipper down.

“oh,”

“what?” you looked back at him. his smirk deepened, and he brought his hand to rest at your neck, though with no pressure. you cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“you lost the game. time for your punishment.”

… idk 😐

Faking It [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Peter’s right arm is bigger than his left arm because he jerks off too much. MJ makes fun of him because of it. You defend Peter and somehow end up in a fake relationship with him to save him some embarrassment.

(can’t believe i’ve never written fake dating (to real dating/lovers obviously) and the first time i’m writing it it’s this version of it adhbfaldjaekj💀)

if the summary didn’t make that clear, this is crack wuskshs (but i had fun writing it). cool mutuals (so.. all mutuals) do not perceive this. strangers, you’re free to read <3 ahskshs

also MJ is very focussed on making fun of Peter but it’s just teasing and she has no ulterior motives whatsoever jadjabdh

warnings: this is the last time I'm warning you, this is not a very serious fic, smut (it turned out so short?😭), lmk if I forgot something

word count: 5k omg no wonder it took so long 😭

thank you @simplyparker for helping me proofread ily🥰🥰🥰 all mistakes are of course my own <3

You try to shush Ned and MJ as they giggle, giddily pointing at Peter like two little school kids, “Look, you can even see it on his forearm.”

You watch as Peter approaches the table you’re sitting at, getting in a break between college classes. He looks innocent and he’s oblivious to the absolute bashing he’s about to experience; you almost feel bad for him, knowing how easily he feels embarrassed.

He notices MJ and Ned talking about him as he takes the seat next to you, eyebrows raised, “Do I have something on my shirt? Did I spill anything?”

“I’m sure spilling has something to do with it,” Ned mumbles, making MJ laugh while Peter looks down at himself, looking for a stain.

“What?” He asks as he doesn’t find anything unusual about himself.

“Leave him alone, guys,” you plead, rolling your eyes at your best friends.

“No but you can see it perfectly. Peter’s the prime example of it,” MJ argues.

“Can someone please tell me what you’re talking about?” Peter asks, looking between all of you.

MJ and Ned giggle one more time and then Ned’s the one to say it, “Your right arm is bigger than your left one. It’s more muscular.”

“It is?” Peter lifts his arms in front of himself, “What does that mean?”

“Don’t say it—” you try one last time before Ned interrupts you.

“That you jerk off a lot.”

You feel Peter freeze next to you, his eyes going wide as he starts stuttering, “Um...uh.”

The other two laugh their heads off while you throw a shy smile in Peter’s direction, not looking him in the eyes because it’s like you can feel his embarrassment floating through the air, over to you.

“Okay, guys. Now we know Peter masturbates, just like every other person on this planet,” you try. You love Peter, and while it’s all just a bit of fun that even he will be able to laugh about in a few weeks, the discomfort he feels right now is nearly painful to witness.

You couldn’t look at him if you tried, you don’t need to watch to know how red he is, most likely sweating too.

“Yeah but he fucks his right hand so much that his whole bicep is noticeably bigger,” Ned laughs, MJ holding on to the table to prevent falling from her chair, her body shaking with laughter. You should check what’s in their drinks, even if you were unbiased you couldn’t see it being that funny.

You wait for Ned to stop crying from laughter and look at him.

“You know, my finger also has more muscles than the others cause I use it to masturbate, it’s thicker than the others.”

“Wait, is that really a thing? Show me,” he demands.

You grin as he falls for your trick, amused as he curiously glances at your hand as you lift it, only for you to show him his middle finger.

His look of anticipation immediately changes into one of annoyance but he starts smiling shortly after, “Aw, that was so simple but I still fell for it. But now tell me - is it a thing?”

You hold your hand out in front of you, glancing at your fingers, “I don’t think so but it’s quite surprising that I haven’t developed more muscles on my middle finger considering how much I use it. And I don’t mean being rude to people,” you’re not necessarily enjoying talking about this in such a public place, but you don’t mind it either and if it helps Peter feel less mortified you’re willing to expose some of your secrets.

It’s not like MJ, your flatmate, hasn’t ever heard you using your vibrator and neither is Ned oblivious to the fact that women masturbate too.

“If it was a thing then MJ’s fingers would break a record,” you add, “I had to leave my own room last night cause she was fucking Carla so loudly even my headphones weren’t enough.”

“No! I thought you broke up,” Ned almost shouts, shaking MJ by her shoulders. She scowls at you but you know it’s all playful. MJ doesn’t care enough to feel embarrassed and you’re only trying to distract them to alleviate at least some of Peter’s humiliation. Plus, she’s the one who started talking about Peter’s arm in the first place.

He nudges your shoulder with his, giving you a small but grateful smile while MJ briefs Ned on the situation with her “ex”girlfriend.

You smile when you notice them completely engrossed in their own conversation, satisfied that you could give Peter a break.

They’re wrapping up their conversation and MJ looks at you, taking a sip of her drink, “At least I’m fucking someone else and making them feel good. I bet when you went to Peter’s to get away last night he had to stop jerking off to let you in.”

You roll your eyes now that she’s brought the topic up again, out of ideas what to say next.

“Stop acting like Peter gets any pussy,” MJ says and although they’re friends too and she only means it in a teasing way, you don’t like her attitude towards Peter right now.

“He does!” You say, feeling protective all of a sudden.

“Yeah? When was the last time Peter had sex with someone?” MJ challenges, smirking at you and you feel Peter shift in his chair now that the attention is back on him, and he’s not even the one talking.

“Last night,” you blurt out, knowing damn well that’s far from the truth. While you’ve always been a little attracted to Peter, nothing has ever happened between the two of you. You wish it had, but all you did last night was talk and play video games.

Peter looks at you now, intrigued to see what lie you’ll come up with. He knows you’re only trying to defend him but he doesn’t expect you to lie to your friends for him.

“With who?” Ned scoffs, knowing his best friend would have told him.

“Me,” you say with full confidence, your brain running on autopilot now.

You’re glad that MJ and Ned’s gasps are louder than Peter’s, so your lie isn’t obvious.

You glare at Peter for a split second and he clears his throat, “But I.. we weren’t— I,” you pinch his thigh under the table and it twitches for a second, but he recomposes himself, “..I thought we weren't going to tell them?” He adds, and you’re happy he’s bright enough to understand the plan you made to be nice to him.

“So you two are fucking?” MJ asks, hands on the table and leaning forward, not believing you’d keep that secret from her.

“Actually,” Peter intertwines your fingers with his and lifts your hands with a cocky smirk, “We’re together.”

You bite the inside of your cheek as your heart flutters, but you squeeze his fingers tightly—not that he takes any notice of it—at him taking your lie even further unnecessarily.

MJ kicks her feet against the floor in excitement and you feel a little bad about how happy she is from something that’s a sheer lie, “I knew there was something up with you, I swear. You’ve been acting so different. And now it makes sense that you keep talking about Peter’s arms!”

You sputter, “I-I don’t. You were the one who noticed that Peter’s right arm is bigger. Which is very straight of you by the way,” you regret the words as soon as they leave your lips.

“Don’t you dare call me straight,” he smile fades as she crosses her arms but you quickly hold your pinky finger up to her like you always do.

“You’re right, that was too much. Forgive me?” MJ rolls her eyes, smiles again, and wraps her pinky around yours.

“But you need to stop making fun of my boyfriend now. I bet he can make me moan louder than how loudly you make Carla moan,” if Peter wants to take it further, so can you. Only you don’t know why you’re that intent on defending your boyfriend who isn’t even your boyfriend.

“I doubt that. Since we’re talking about your boyfriend’s masturbation arm being bigger, I feel sorry for you because he obviously uses his arm more for himself than he does for you,” MJ says, thanking the waiter as he brings your food.

You try to think of something to say until the waiter is gone but come up with nothing, “I don’t care if you say that because I know it’s not true,” you counter lamely, out of ways to save the situation.

Peter surprises you when he speaks up.

“I make her ride my fingers at least three times every night. With consent I mean—…” his words die in his throat when you look at him with wide eyes and an open mouth; you’ve never heard words as explicit as that come from Peter.

“Um… so that’s enough of our sex life,” you swallow, feeling hot, “I bet Ned has some secrets— hey where’s Ned?”

You all look around to find Ned talking to a girl from college a few tables further down.

“You think they have something going on?” MJ inquires.

“Not yet but he told me that he likes her. You see the looks they’re giving each other though? We should get out of here before they fuck here right in front of our eyes,” Peter says and you laugh, looking at him instead of the bedroom eyes Ned and the woman are giving each other.

As your eyes meet Peter’s you feel your face heating up and at the same time you both turn away from each other. You’ve never been shy around Peter.

But during the time you’ve had a little crush on him, you’ve never considered what it would really feel like to be his girlfriend.

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“Thanks for... earlier. Defending me and everything,” Peter tells you later in his dorm room while he browses through his DVD and video game collection, looking for something to keep you two entertained.

“No problem. Well, there is a problem which is that they think we’re together now.”

He turns around and throws you a look, glancing away again quickly, “Oh no. How bad.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” you wait until he looks at you again to give him a reassuring smile, “I just mean it’s not true and they’ll be expecting us to act like a couple now.”

“We’ll just tell them we’re not into pda and whenever you get a real boyfriend we’ll say we broke up but still want to be friends,” Peter shrugs.

“What if you get a girlfriend first?” You wonder, ignoring the spark of pain in your chest.

“Nah. Not interested. Don’t need a girlfriend when I have you,” he smiles at you and you return a shy grin, resting your face against your hand to hide how flustered you are.

Peter walks from his shelves to his mirror. He takes off the hoodie he put on earlier, and you try not to stare at his back muscles when his shirt underneath lifts too.

He pulls his shirt down again, throwing the hoodie to the floor.

“Is my right arm really bigger? I swear I don’t do it that much,” he lowers his face in shame.

You frown; you don’t want him to take any of that conversation to heart.

“Come here, show me,” you tell him.

As Peter sits down on his bed next to you, you realise you’re asking him to put his stupid, big muscles right into your face and you have to force yourself to even out your breath.

He’s been working out a lot more lately, you can tell. That’s why you mentioned it to MJ and she pointed out the slight difference between his arms in the first place.

Or maybe you’ve just been painfully single and horny lately, but whenever you go on dates, you can’t help but compare the guys to Peter.

“So… uh… yeah,” he mumbles, not knowing what to do with himself as he shows you his arms.

“Um I... I think anyone looking at your arms would be too distracted to compare them and see if one is bigger so uh.. they’re great— I mean fine. They’re the same size, yeah,” you can’t think straight when he’s so close.

“What if everyone sees and thinks I’m a pervert?” He drops his arms back to his sides, shoulders slumped.

“Jacking off does not make you a pervert. Plus, you use your right arm for so many things, it’s your dominant side generally so it makes sense that your arm is bigger on that side.”

“Okay... to reduce my own embarrassment, I’m choosing to believe you.”

“And anyway, you’ve got a girlfriend now so you don’t have to masturbate as much anymore.”

“What- wait, I thought we were faking it? Are we really going to–”

“I was joking,” you say, grinning, feeling more and more hope blooming in your chest at how excited Peter just sounded.

“O...of course, yeah. Um, MJ was talking about you acting different though. Do you really have a secret boyfriend or something?”

Your cheeks feel hot as you remember MJ saying that. You don’t know why you thought you could hide your growing crush on Peter from her. It’s a miracle she hasn’t yet figured out that you’re acting differently because of him.

“No, she was… I don’t know what she was talking about. Have you picked out a film we can watch yet?”

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It’s been a few weeks since you entered your fake relationship with Peter.

To convince Ned and MJ that you really are together, you’ve been hanging out a lot more as a pair. You could easily make up a lie, it’s not like they check to make sure if you’re really spending time together.

But you enjoy his company. It’s not the first time that it’s just the two of you, but knowing that Ned and MJ are probably thinking you and Peter are doing who knows what type of things together has changed the situation slightly.

You’re aware of the sexual tension every second you’re with Peter, but it’s a pleasant tension.

You don’t know if it will be today or in a few months, maybe even years, but you do know that one of you has to give in at some point.

It’s crazy to think that you’ve become so close all because the circumference of Peter’s right arm is ever so slightly bigger than that of his left one. It’s not like you ever measured, so maybe you’re all just imagining it anyway.

Either way, you’re not complaining that you get to spend so much time with Peter.

Sometimes you wish Ned and MJ were more sceptical of you and Peter suddenly being together, not believing you until you kiss Peter in front of them.

Sometimes you just want to kiss him.

Sometimes you nearly do.

Sometimes you wish you didn’t listen to your head so much and you’d just do it.

You spray on your perfume and decide which lipgloss to apply to your lips while you wait for Peter.

You’re nervous about seeing him today.

When MJ and her girlfriend had sex so loudly you could barely concentrate on anything else and it continued for so long that you barely got any sleep last night, you decided you wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Besides, she’s been making comments about how Peter “couldn’t even make you sigh let alone moan” and you’d like to believe that that’s not true. After all, you started a whole fake relationship with him to protect him from MJ’s negative assumptions about him, so you can’t just stop now.

You hope your plan will work and won’t make things between you and Peter awkward.

You go to the living room where MJ’s doing something on her phone.

“You look pretty,” she tells you, “But won’t the lipgloss get in the way when you’re kissing Peter?” She raises her eyebrow.

Shit, you didn’t think of that.

“I would have thought you’re the last person who wants me to go out of my way for a man. Besides, he doesn’t mind.”

“Okay, just saying,” MJ shrugs and you wonder if she’s suspicious after all.

You hear a knock at the door of your shared apartment and feel your heart skip a beat. MJ stays seated but you glance at her when you open the door for Peter, checking to see if she’s even watching you.

While your head is still turned towards MJ, you go in for a kiss on Peter’s cheek, only he has the same plan and somehow your lips meet in the middle and you plant a kiss on each other’s lips.

You look at each other for a few seconds, getting lost in the other’s eyes, looking for and finding the confirmation that yes, that just happened, and yes, it felt incredible.

You snap yourself out of it and take his hand, pulling him to your bedroom with you.

“Don’t forget to use protection,” MJ shouts, her voice flat and uninterested but you’re intent on doing this.

You push Peter to your bed and straddle him, “Okay, so MJ and Carla were so loud last night that I could barely concentrate on anything else, so I thought we’d show her what it’s like so she might be a bit more considerate in the future.”

“We-we, you want us to have sex?”

You pull your eyebrows together, realising how this must sound to him. “No,” you get off him, not knowing why you even sat on him in the first place, “We’ll jump on the bed or something and put on porn so it sounds like we’re fucking.”

“Oh-okay,” Peter says. While you stand up on your bed you see him adjust his pants and smile to yourself.

“So uh…” you start shifting your weight. You haven’t had sex since you’ve had this bed, so you don’t know how much you even have to move for it to make a sound.

When Peter stands up too, the mattress dips and you nearly go tumbling into him, but he catches you with ease.

“Here,” he says, holding on to your hands while you rock your feet back and forth, shifting your weight and the bed starts squeaking.

Peter’s expression is serious, wanting to help you with your plan and making sure you don’t fall again, but you can’t help but giggle at the whole situation.

He grins when he hears your laugh, the crinkles by his eyes becoming more pronounced. You don’t even care about what MJ thinks anymore, Peter never cared about what she said in the first place, or at least not for the same reasons as you. He was simply embarrassed for a few days while you didn’t like anyone making fun of Peter.

You’d feel stupid just stopping now though. Plus, it’s already fun and you haven’t even really started yet. Anything you do with Peter is fun.

“Is that loud enough?” You wonder.

Peter starts moving too, the headboard now drumming against the wall and MJ has to hear that.

“Okay, don’t stop, I’ll put on some porn.”

“What was that for again?”

“The moans.”

“That’ll sound unrealistic,” he says.

“Well I’m not about to start moaning in front of you and MJ— ah,” you slap a hand over your mouth after Peter tickles you by your neck and you moan, dropping your phone.

“What the fuck?” You whisper-shout at him.

“I mean, it worked.”

You squint and pull at Peter’s hair, and a moan comes bubbling from his throat. He immediately blushes and looks surprised, “How did you know that would make me moan?” He questions.

“Lucky guess,” you shrug, happy that all the times you imagined pulling Peter’s hair hadn’t been some unrealistic fantasy, he really does like that.

“How did you know I moan when someone tickles me?” You ask now, not remembering that Peter knew that embarrassing fact about you.

“A few months ago we were studying together and then at some point we ended up tickling each other and you moaned and I got so hard and— um,” his eyes go wide when he realises he should have stopped talking before that last revelation.

He’s stopped bouncing on the bed and you just stare at each other.

You don’t know what’s stopping you from kissing him right now. He’s made it clear how attracted to you he is, you have zero doubt that he likes you back.

But he’s become such a good friend, and you’re scared of ruining this beautiful friendship.

“We need to continue or MJ will think you’re bad in bed,” is the only thing you can say and the moment of intimacy is over.

“I don’t care what MJ think— uh,” his face reddens more when the moan escapes his mouth, “I thought you were supposed to moan, not me.”

“It’ll sound better if we both do. Now try tickling me again, but I don’t know if it’ll work when I’m expecting you to— oh fuck,” you slap your hand over your mouth again. You can’t help it.

Peter’s smile becomes cocky even though he’s still embarrassed.

You roll your eyes in playful annoyance, giving Peter the heads up to tickle you more; it does the job, after all.

Peter can’t stop fucking grinning while he tickles your neck, your belly, under your arms and you have to moan every single time his fingers touch you there.

A few giggles come out too between the moans, but you’ve long forgotten to care about making MJ think you’re having sex when Peter is touching you.

He won’t stop tickling you as you giggle and moan, and you end up falling on the bed, limbs tangled and his hand still under your shirt from tickling your tummy.

He retrieves his hand from under your shirt and that motion alone makes you moan—right in his face.

There’s not even an inch between your faces, and when Peter finally kisses you, you feel like you’re going to explode from happiness.

His lips push against yours—his whole body pushes against yours and you bury your hands in his hair, making him moan.

You smile into the kiss, your heart beating against your ribcage the whole time.

You’re both panting, and apart from your breathing, your tongues meeting is the only thing you can hear. It’s just a kiss but it’s so dirty, you quickly feel a puddle forming in your underwear.

Even Peter is out of breath and has to force himself to pull his lips away from yours, but you bite his lower lip and pull him back in.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, and this time you really need to pause to catch your breath or you might pass out.

You notice how Peter never fully pulled his hand away, and it’s slipped down to your front, between your hips, “I mean, that is another way to make me moan,” you tease.

He lifts his hand quickly, “S-sorry, I didn’t realise.”

You smile, “That’s okay.”

Seeing his Adam’s apple bob up and down once, his eyes—full of hope— searching yours for a similar feeling, you ask, “Pete, do you like me?”

He blows air out of his nose and nods, smiling, “I do. I like you a whole lot.”

“Good,” you beam, your hands moving to the back of his neck to pull his face closer to yours again, so your lips can meet.

The atmosphere has changed, and while you’re grinning from joy, you feel nothing but the need to feel Peter inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist and roll on top of him, “You wanna do this?”

“Been waiting so fucking long for this to happen,” he says, ripping off his shirt.

Your hands glide over his chest as he lifts and repositions you on top of him, and you end up with his cock right against your pussy and you both gasp.

“Get this off,” you pull at his belt and get up to take off everything that you have on as quickly as possible.

When Peter’s trousers are off and he’s fully naked, you stop to stare at him and take a deep breath. He looks so good. You can’t wait to see how much better he looks when he cums.

He whines when he sees that you’re not fully naked yet and pulls you onto your bed to help take off the rest of your clothes.

He has no time to appreciate your naked body because you immediately straddle him, hovering over his lap as you take his cock and line it up with your pussy, rubbing it through your folds while you barely manage to stay quiet.

Peter sits up to be closer to you, hands running up and your back, your chest against his.

You sink down on his cock fully, your pussy swallowing him whole and Peter rests his head against your chest, “I’m not gonna last long. You feel like heaven,” he whispers.

Your fingers find his chin and lift his face. You arch your back and feel him go even deeper inside you as your lips meet in a bruising kiss.

With your hands on his shoulders, you slowly push Peter’s upper body back on the mattress.

You take his hands and place them on your tits as you start riding him.

You’re bouncing up and down, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over as your wetness pools between you two, your clit throbbing.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you moan, taking one of Peter’s hands off your breasts and pushing his hand between your legs. You keep it there as you continue rocking your body back and forth, your high approaching quickly.

You’re gasping with pleasure as you listen to the sound of your wet pussy around Peter’s dick, and your skin slapping against his again and again.

You accidentally lift your hips too high and Peter slips out of you just as your orgasm drowns you in waves of pleasure, but you shamelessly keep grinding against him, rubbing your pussy on his cock.

Just as you start to slow down, thoroughly fucked out from that one orgasm full of months of bottled up tension and anticipation, Peter grips your hips—hard—and rocks you against his lap a few more seconds until he cums, streaks of his pleasure shooting across his abs while his mouth hangs open in bliss.

His hips buck up against you one last time as you both come down from your highs, out of breath and skin glowing.

“Fuck, Pete, that was so hot,” you mumble as you collapse against his side and he catches you with ease, wrapping his arms around you, “You look so pretty when you cum,” you kiss his nose and he blushes.

“You look prettier…” he trails off and you both look up as you hear footsteps in front of your door, paired with MJ’s voice.

You both notice too late to stop her.

“Okay, I know you two are faking it,” she opens the door, “there’s no way Peter can last that long— ahh!” She screams and bangs the door shut.

You sag back against Peter, quietly giggling into his neck.

“Shit, sorry— I should have heard her,” Peter frowns.

“Don’t worry, it’s not the first time she’s seen me naked. I think she screamed because she saw you naked,” you say.

Peter lowers his chin to his chest, raising his eyebrows and looks at you, questioningly.

“We live together. It’s happened once or twice,” you explain.

“So if I stay here will I get to see you naked too?”

“Peter I’m literally naked next to you right now,” you laugh.

“Oh yeah,” he giggles, hands gliding up the side of your thighs, your hips and your waist and eventually his thumb finds your nipple as he starts playing with it, marvelling at your goddess-like form.

“You’re adorable,” you peck his lips, “You wanna take a shower together?”

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An hour or so later you two find yourselves in front of MJ’s room, ready to apologise that she had to see that but instead she gives Peter a speech about how she expects him to treat you—her best friend— right.

You look at Peter and see the guilt on his face, “Should we tell her that we’re not—”

“Just friends? Yeah, I think she’s seen enough to convince her that you are my boyfriend.”

You can tell Peter wants more, but you figured since you haven’t explicitly told him that you like him back, he thought it was just sex and wouldn’t ask for more if that’s all you wanted.

Peter beams at you, grin brighter than you’ve ever seen. He lifts your intertwined fingers to softly kiss the back of your hand.

You giggle and— “I’ve seen enough today, you’re banned from my room,” MJ gets up and closes her door as you and Peter take a step back.

You look at him and smile; you don’t let go of each other’s hands as you go back to your room to cuddle up and finally get to be with each other how you’ve wanted to for so long.

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