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i2sunric · 8 months

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hello!! could i please request a first time with gyuvin? maybe a gift for his birthday? (VERY LATE I KNOW) tysm! BTW, I TOTALLY ADORE YOUR WRITINGS <33

birthday — k.gyuvin

wc: 2.1k (didn’t think it was this long lmao)

reader: afab (no pronouns used!!)

warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut), wrote this while listening to birthday by ten 🤓☝️, blowjob, oral, first time, fingering, pussy eating, teasing

summary: since it’s your bf gyuvin’s birthday you gift him a night full of passion

hi anon here u go <33 thank you!!

“happy birthday love!” you clapped your hands after you sang the birthday song to your boyfriend, kim gyuvin. he happily smiled and blew on the candles of the cake.

“thank you so much, the cake looks beautiful.” he commented, you placed the cake down on the table and started to cut two slices, just enough for you and gyuvin. you’d cut some more to give to his friends later - or, you’ll keep it only for gyuvin’s black hole that his stomach was -

“i tried a new recipe, i hope it is as good as it looks.” you giggled, passing the plate to gyuvin who was looking at it with heart eyes. he took a spoonful of cake and smiled widely, kicking his feet in happiness “believe me, it is!”

you smiled, taking a bite of it too.

you leaned on the table and gulped down the bite, giving your boyfriend an apologetic look “i’m sorry i couldn’t prepare a better gift, i was caught up with university that i didn’t have the time to buy anything.”

gyuvin pouted, seeing you so guilty “i already told you this is more than enough.” you sighed “still…”

you saw gyuvin’s eyes widen, looking at you in surprise. it wasn’t hard to know he just got an idea, so you asked “what are you thinking about?”

gyuvin dropped down his head, shacking it “nothing… don’t worry.” you raised an eyebrow at his sudden backing off “what? tell me.”

gyuvin shook his head again “no no, never mind.” he tried to avoid eye contact, you grew more impatient and said “kim gyuvin.” with a deep voice

he raised his glance, now meeting your dark eyes.

“well.. i was thinking that since you’re already an adult… and now i’m an adult too… we could..” he kept leaving the phrase hanging but you had already understood where he was going

“oh my god.” you put your hand on your mouth, he blushed as soon as he saw your actions and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “forget what i just said.”

your eyes softened and so did your expression, the hand that was on your mouth reached for gyuvin’s, softly rubbing it.

“i mean… it wouldn’t hurt trying, would it?” you shone him a smile and he seemed to relax a little bit

he placed the fork on the plate, not to dirty the table, and took your hand, guiding you to his bedroom and closing the door behind his back.

he gulped, feeling nervous all of sudden. you probably weren’t that much inexpert but he sure as hell was.

“gyuvin.” you said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and putting yourself in a more sensual position. you smiled “don’t think too much, just feel it.”

he nodded, and sat beside you, starting to kiss you. you deepened it, his movements were clumsy but you helped him by guiding gyuvin’s hand under your shirt, letting him touch your tits.

you reached for his cock, noticing that it was hard already. you giggled in the kiss, pulling away and making gyuvin stand up. he followed you like a puppy.

you removed his pants and underwear and freed his hard length, you looked at him with lust-filled eyes and stroked it with your hand. you licked and kissed the tip, stroking it with small and soft movements. you could hear gyuvin light moans.

you swallowed him whole, bouncing your head back and forth, still stroking it where you couldn’t reach.

as if it was natural, to get more pleasure he put his hands under your head and pushed your head to fuck your throat.

you felt a salty taste in your mouth and pulled away, a string of saliva connected you and gyuvin’s cock. you earned a complaining sound from him, but smirked, removing your clothes and throwing them on the floor.

gyuvin licked his lips, touching your tits and teasing them. you let your hand wander everywhere on his body, rubbing his chest and putting your arms around his neck. he took the chance to take you and - gently - place you on the bed, laying you down.

he made sure you had one pillow under your head and proceeded to kiss you, more roughly.

gyuvin’s hand reached for your pussy and he rubbed your clit with his long and bony fingers, his tongue also entered your mouth, licking all inside.

you felt a sudden rush of pleasure when his cold middle finger — the longest — entered you, while his thumb kept teasing and rubbing your clit.

“do you feel good?” he pulled away from the kiss, you noticed he didn’t use any pet names or was talkative at all, probably because it was his first time. you found it cute.

“yes.” you let out a shaky response when he started moving his finger inside of you, adding a second one.

he watched as you buried your head in the pillow, moaning softly. gyuvin felt both powerful and proud that he could make you feel like that.

“can my y/n take another one? should i add one more?” he seemed to get more in the mood, you nodded frenetically and gasped out loud when his actions followed his words. you felt so full, it was even hard for gyuvin to move all his fingers tighter. he rubbed against the sponge part rather than going deeper, making you shiver.

after having stretched you out well, he removed his fingers at once. you pouted, but gyuvin gave you a reassuring smile “don’t worry, i’ll make you feel better.” you tilted your head in confusion

he bent down on your pussy and licked it like it was a popsicle, you gripped on the sheet and moaned loudly, feeling waves of pleasure “holy shit.”

gyuvin’s tongue moved everywhere, licking everything that could be licked. you put one hand behind his head and pulled his hair, making him go closer to your pussy.

you were a moaning mess already, he was a newbie but his tongue felt more skilled than anyone you’ve ever been with.

“fuck— vinnie i might cum.” you adverted and so he gave one big, deep and last lick before raising his head. you looked at him from in the middle of your legs as he licked his lips in a very hot way words can’t describe.

he stroked his cock to lube it a little and put his tip near your entrance, giving you a quick glance “god gyuvin, just put it in already.” you impatiently whined and he did as ordered.

he put his arms near your figure to prevent him from falling on you and pushed inside of you, moving gently and at a slow pace.

your faces were inches apart, you bit your bottom lips, maintaining eye contact with gyuvin. you felt butterflies inside your stomach.

he kissed you, worried that he might hurt you, to distract you and make you know you were loved even through all that; meanwhile small moans left you mouth

“feels so good.” you closed your eyes in pleasure “faster please.” you begged and gyuvin gradually increased the speed.

you put your hand on your clit and rubbed it to help you cumming, but gyuvin removed your hand and replaced it with his own, smiling on your lips.

what a gentleman, you thought.

you felt so much pleasure through your body your mind couldn’t even form a single thought; all you could cry out was “oh fuck, harder, just like that.” as gyuvin thrusted deep inside of you and teased your clit

he groaned, feeling himself getting closer to his orgasm, he put a hand on your neck — not putting much pressure as you wished — and thrusted harder and faster. the sound of your skins hitting and your combined moans filled the room

“love, i’m gonna cum.” he rolled his eyes back and moved inside of you, without any sane thought inside of you, you pleaded “cum inside of me, fill me up, i want to be full of you.”

and so he did, with one deep and last thrust he came inside of you. he kept rubbing his thumb until he felt your legs shaking your body raising, you two released at the same time.

gyuvin went down to you and kissed you again, pulling out from inside of you, leaving you a sticky and empty feeling.

he kissed your cheek and gave you a big puppy smile “this is the best birthday ever.”

you giggled “we made such a mess.” you raised up and sat on the bed, gyuvin looked down and nodded in agreement “looks like we need a shower!”

and a possible round two.

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fertilize-my-eggs · 2 years

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Monster.

Monster shigaraki x fem reader heavy non-con smut

A/N: this is from the twitter poll thanks y'all for voting and it's was a tie with monster shiggy and yandere izuku👀 hope y'all enjoy ! Block my content if you're not comfy with dark content coz this get dark. Btw I imagine him being around ten or nine feet tall in this.

Warings: breeding kink + force pregnancy + size kink + knotted + unprotected sex + losing virginity & bleeding mention + belly bulge.

You were in the dark deep forest, casually walking around, loving nature. You always admire its beauty, and in awe, you decided to do some bit of fishing near a river. You hum quietly, getting ready until you hear a rough growl. You pause to listen. Maybe it's not a good place to stay, you thought to yourself.

You stuff the items back in your bag quickly when you hear the growling getting close. Maybe it's a coyote or wolf. After that, you try to remain calm. Animals love fear if you're running... Oh, you poor little thing, you begin to walk more, not too fast but not too slow. It was a light speed walk. The growls stop for some reason. Maybe the creature finally left, your eyes looking around to see if the creature was nearby or left. It's hard to tell when it's getting dark. You kept on the walkway in that area but froze in fear when you spotted glowing red eyes staring back at you.

It growls again, your fight or flight triggers in your brain, and you decide to sprint in the opposite direction. You made high-pitch screams out when the creature was chasing after you. You could tell this thing was huge by the heavy stomps it was making. You cry out when its claw-like hand pulls your leg, making you lose your balance. You were upside down and screaming more when this creature was very tall and intimidating. It looked like a giant human, but it wasn't. It has some scars all over its body, and its teeth are sharp and pointy. The creature leans in to sniff your covered crotch, making you wiggle.

" Please... Don't eat me," you whine out. You keep moving to try to stay alive.

You watch it take long licks and purr like it was a cat, then you hear it speak. It was unsettling.

"Mmm mate... " you realize it's a male since its penis was literally so close to your face. You whine and try to wiggle away.

You were thrown on the dirty ground and about to run away, but the creature's hand ripped your pants away. You scream at it to stop.

You were helpless, couldn't do anything but watch in fear. The creature smelled your crotch more and made very deep growls." Mmm.. Mate is very fertile.. " you looked away from this. You didn't know what to say or what that meant. You gasped out when its cock tapped on top of your entrance. You felt your eyes watery, knowing it won't fit. It scares you more.

Its hands are massive but worse. Its cock was almost half of your whole arm. It's long and girthy.

His hand wraps around your waist, pulling your hips up. He's struggling to put his huge tip at your hole.

You cry out, "Stop... Please noo, it won't fit!"

The creature growled more in a frustrated tone. Its cock slips and slides from your pussy, grinding on top of you, but you feel yourself getting wet from this. You were sobbing but screaming out when you felt the tip penetrate your small hole. You gripped its arms from how painful it was. You sob when its girthy cock stretches you wide as you scream when you see it halfway in. It's splitting you apart.

His hips were struggling to try to move more inside as its growls got louder with each thrust. You scream out when he slams his hips deeper. You never felt this full in your life. You're sobbing out when you see a huge bulge in your stomach.

Tears were running down your face. Eyes roll back when you hit your orgasm from that. The creature began to move at a fast pace leaving no time to adjust to its thickness. Your orgasm lasted longer, making it easy for him to go deep and fast.

You can hear the loud claps getting louder with his powerful thrusts, but the growls were taking over. His hand moves your back up to fuck you high up in the air. You look down to see a mix of your cum and blood around his cock as you begin to sob more. The creature took your virginity away. Now he's making you dirty inside and out.

You can tell the creature is getting close when it's breathing heavily.

"Grrr... I'm gonna....Gonna knot mate." You didn't hear him clearly since you heard heavy growls and grunts from the creature.

His hips keep slapping yours until he's pulling the tip out of you as you cry out from its being empty, only to scream out in pain. His cock rammed inside, locking you and him together, your breathing was heavy, but he was still going. His hips grind yours, feeling his hot, heavy cum gushes inside your walls. You feel like it's going on forever. You couldn't make any noise but saw your belly was getting huge by the minute.

Finally, the creature stops moving to lean in to bite and suck your neck.

You look like a total mess, drooling sliding down. Your clothes were ripped to shreds but also look like you're eight months pregnant. You feel so full with his cum and cock still inside.

"Mate... Gonna breed you more... Carrying all my offspring." You're too tired to answer him, eyes too heavy too. You were carried away, leaving your old life and bags behind.

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ellsbclls · 3 years

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" wow... you look... you look amazing. " for peter please? i love love love ur writing btw!

NOTE: This... ended up so embarrassingly long... i don't even know what the word count is, but i can bet it's a good 20%-30% longer than the average blurb.

WARNINGS: cursing, quirky🤪 mentions of drug use, implied making out (but can be perceived as sex, dear god please don’t perceive it as sex though), and some good ol’ fashion stark!ready x peter parker banter

They say, "never meet your heroes." Well, Peter wished he had adhered to that warning before he ended up here — a lanky, overdressed thumb towering high above the roof of the Avenger's Compound.

A semi-annual assembly of New York City's finest heroes that had little to do with their civic duties, and much to do with their inhibitions, and just how much alcohol it would take to release them — but there was one glaring problem.

Peter didn't drink.

He never saw the allure, especially when it came at such a high risk. He'd convinced himself that he refrained for the sake of Aunt May, the only remaining part of his family who put her life on the line to ensure his safety and overall well-being — the Spider-Man reveal already took some getting used to, he didn't need to add drunken night expenditures to her overnight fretting. Yet, when Flash's 'End of the Year' party had been raided by the police, a small part of him found joy in knowing he needn't fear the police or their breathalyzer test, even if he was deemed Pussy Parker for the remainder of that summer.

Even if he wanted to instill some liquid courage into himself, he hadn't the basic courage to let himself be vulnerable like that, in front of all the adults that made up the Avengers. Mr.Stark had already commented on his only suit, and how small he looked as it swamped his form, and the entire altercation made him wish the roof would just open up and swallow him whole.

Bullies, you'd call them.

There they were, New York's finest Defender's, huddled around the Mastrangelo like it couldn't put their entire life savings to shame, hosting a rousing game of beer pong upon its marble exterior. Your father was lucky your mother was still in Milan, tying up loose ends on a new line of bullshit you didn't concern yourself with. You just counted the days until she returned home, and you could soak up every ounce of her nurturing presence.

God, did you miss her.

It’s not like your father wasn’t just as nurturing, competitively so, to a point were you almost felt smothered — but you were too alike. In spaces where you both held too stubborn, your mother was there to mediate, and with ceaseless barrages of dry humor came her firm, unwavering severity, proving her love with candid remarks instead of jesting quips.

“Oh, free intern!” He dragged you from your nostalgic supercut with your endearing nickname, coaxing a fierce glare from your hues. “Run down to that place on 7th street and get some beer? And not that Miller Coor’s Bud bullshit, the upper echelon on Sigma Delta Nu delicacies.”

Jesus Christ.

You had caught glimpses of his argument with Steve, complaining about how stupid it would be to pour anything top shelf into a red solo cup — blasphemous really — but you didn’t expect him to do anything more than concede.

"Father of the year, everybody." You clapped just above your head, prompting the remaining company to join you. "I think you're forgetting that I'm not twenty-one."

"First and foremost, I know I am," Tony counters your triumphant grin with a sarcastic one. "Which is how I know that your fake ID says 21."

"Stark, it's fine. I can grab the beer," You thanked God and her impeccable timing once Steve interrupted, settling himself between the two of you with outstretched palms. "I could use the fresh air anyway."

You mimicked Steve's stance, cocking your brows toward your father. "See? Problem solved. Now leave me alone."

Losing interest in the company exponentially, you started to retreat, but groaned once your father's voice pierced the air again. "Nuh-uh-uh, Rogers. Why? So you can go to the nearest GNC and snort a container of protein powder? I don't think so."

You retreat to the furthest recesses of your mind as Tony and Steve bicker back and forth about honesty and friendly competition. Steve wouldn't know how to bump a rail if the U.S Army assembled a thorough, interactive training course on it, and his age quadrupled the life expectancy of most snow-packed socialites. Yet, on the other hand, you were shocked that your father even knew what a GNC was — ultimately, you were riled from your thoughts by an irksome realization.

"Are you fucking- Why can't old man Jenkins do it?" you gestured wildly toward the enhanced super soldier in question, blind to the obvious offense scrawled across his features. You seldom took your opulent lineage for granted, but when situations such as these presented themself, a selfish corner of your mind wondered what it would be like to have a run-of-the mill, cheesy-pun equipped, golf short wearing father. "You'd rather risk your daughter's own safety, and the sanctity of her criminal record, for a stupid game of beer pong?"

Natasha's incredulous laughter chimed between your incessant back and forth, spurred by the uncanny resemblance you and your father shared between every aspect imaginable — your dry wit just so happened to be in the spotlight.

"Yes," He didn't bother to meet your glare, already familiar with its scorching beam against the side of his face "Yes I would."

Hues practically rolled into the back of your skull, exaggerating your every move to a thespian level to make it clear, to even the boniest of heads, that you didn't take pleasure in this task. You were so excited to finally unwind at this event — slam down the sugary mocktail your Uncle Thor always "forgot" to order virgin, dangle your feet over the shallow end of the pool, maybe even shoot a few low jests at Bucky if there wasn't a carnal gleam in his eyes.

Your thrilling plans were now put on hold just to support your father's mid-life crisis.

"I know, I know." He tried to repeat the name of the wine stop n’ shop, only for you to wave him off. He wasn’t wrong — you had been abusing your fake ID in that very stop n’ shop for years, though you’ve recently come to the conclusion that the cashier was far more interested in your chest than your credentials. "If I get arrested, I'm bring you down with me. I'll tell Business Insider that FRIDAY's just one, big elaborate ruse for the underground Fake ID business you have on the side. They'll eat it up like-"

"Love you, honey! I'll venmo you!" He butt in, sending you off with a wave of his fingers.

You flipped him off, shouting an earnest 'I love you' in return. There was no denying that you loved each other, some would even argue that he loved you more than he loved himself — you just chose to show it in your own, eccentric way.

Mere seconds into your newfound task, you stopped dead in your tracks. You could make out that bed of chestnut locks anywhere.

"Parker?" Swiftly surveying his frumpy attire, you struggled to stifle the upward tilt of your lips. Even as he stood uncomfortably before you, visibly seconds away from crawling out of his own skin, he still managed to be the sweet, endearing Peter you knew and loved. "God, I didn't even realize that was you."

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you caught one fleeting glimpse of him at the very beginning of the festivities and thought he was a part of the catering company, nor did you feel a need to disclose the snide remark you whispered into your father's ear about the miserable staff. There was no sense in kicking a dead horse while it was already down.

His gaze weighed heavy against your frame, though, bolstered by an overwhelming intensity that forced you to wonder if he could read your mind. Though, if you could tap into his thoughts, you'd be shocked to find a reflection of your own — bewilderment, adoration, the tell-tale signs of a burgeoning crush, and the myriad of excuses that disputed them.

He could only manage to stumble over his words, complimenting you with sentiments that could never amount to the emotions welling in his chest. "Wow... you look... you look amazing."

And you couldn't argue, not with the way you were pampered hours prior. Mercier had smothered your hair in this honey-infused serum that made your curls bounce to life with each step, and the custom Jacquemus silhouette you were sporting hugged every ample curve enticingly so. You felt like a million bucks, and you probably cost that much give or take, so why deny it?

Peter, on the other hand — Well, he was very lucky that he was so cute, and his jawline could probably cut Vision's infinity stone straight out of his skull. It almost made up for the tragic shape of his suit, and just how tragically out of place it was at this event.

"You look, um-" Softness tugged at the corner of your eyes as they crinkled dotingly. "You look very cute."

"That was a very convincing half-truth." He chuckled, a subtle pink hue blooming over the valleys of his cheeks."

"Oh, so a part of you knows you're cute." You teased, enjoying the way the pink hue grew deeper.

"Oh! Oh, no... No, I mean, kind of? On the scale of confident perspectives, I think-uh-cute... Cute is on the lower end? And you know what? My Aunt May-"

"Peter, you wanna get out of here?" You interrupted him, hoping to save him from all the words he had yet to stumble over. "And then immediately come back?"

"Yeah," He vigorously nodded his head, despite being equally as confused. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

"Come," You offered your hand, a small gesture the two of you have woven into your complicated relationship.

You'd tend to straddle a very thin line between friendship and something more, reaping all the warm, tentative affections of newfound lovers without explicitly considering yourselves so. The both of you, for as brilliant as your merits show, continued to convince yourselves that the hand holding, the comfortable silences, the mornings plastered against each other's sides, were simply happenstance. Despite the increasing willingness of each encounter, you'd only ever chalk it up to chance. So when you offered your hand out to him, he took it in stride — because the two of you would indulge in every ounce of attention you could get your hands on, at least until one of you inevitably came to your senses and found someone worth your time.

Your fingers were firmly intertwined as you led him to the roof’s exit, tugging him down the staircase and through the vacant halls of the top floor just in time to catch the elevator. You found no reason to keep his hand hostage once you were inside, so you begrudgingly retracted yours. You swore you could hear a pitiful huff come from his side of the elevator, but you chalked it up to wishful thinking.

Now it was just you and Peter, left to your own devices, and roughly ninety-two floors away from your destination. Just enough time to do what you were aching to do.

“Peter,” You murmured, and his gaze flickered to your own without a moment of hesitation, drenched in a hopeful haze you failed to decipher.

“Y/N?” He echoed, tilting his body toward your own.

“You look...” You paused, unsure of which word accurately portrayed your thoughts. ”insane.”

“I know.” He whined. You tried to stifle the giggle that bubbled at his hopeless demeanor, brows furrowed together as he squeezed his eyes shut, shoulders slumped impossible low.

“It’s a good thing you have such a charitable friend.” And you made light work of his suit jacket, the air suddenly rapt with a thick air of electricity as you worked the offending article off his shoulders, haphazardly tossing it on the ground. Protests formed on the tip of his tongue, but he opted to swallow them in return for your help, going slack when you ran your fingers through his meticulously gelled hair.

Though he embodied the vision of a suave, debonair socialite alarmingly well, with his carefully quaffed locks, nothing suited him as well as the pillowy, fawn tendrils that made up his soft curls. You needed them back, needed a reminder of your sweet, darling boy, and patience was never your strong suit.

You wondered if he was in need of the same reminder, seeing as he’d let you manhandle him without so much as a hum of discontent.

All done. Only a few revisions, and he was a completely different boy. Clad in a crisp, white shirt, sans its horrifying grey counterpart, you rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and unbuttoned the top three discs. The fabric was taut against his impressive set of muscles, leaving little to the imagination with each sweeping roll of his arms. You’d pat yourself on the back, but you were too busy drooling all over your work.

“Is- Is this good?” He broke the silence with a tentative query, peering back at you through his lashes.

"Yeah,” You voice came out strangled at best, distracted by the flurry of butterflies ravaging your stomach. There was something about this moment — maybe it was the glint of tenderness ridding his gaze, or your tight proximity, or maybe it was fate, finally persuading you to topple over that dangerous line — but regardless, you decided it was now or never. “but there's still something missing,"

“My jacket?” He breathlessly queried. His eyes frantically searched your face, like he couldn’t settle on just one feature to admire.

“No, no...” You breathed back, cautiously inching closer, until there was only a sliver of space separating your chests. "You need to loosen up, Parker."

“And what- What do you suggest I do?” His gaze flickered down to your lips shamelessly, and returned just as quickly.

“Do you trust me?”

“I’ve trusted you this far.”

“Good,” You sighed, your breath fanning over his lips before you greedily chased its warmth, kissing him with such feather-light pressure, it almost felt like a dream — a thrilling, delicate dream. You had to tear yourself from his lips before you delved even deeper, hoping to find a mirror image of your relief, your satisfaction, in his own features. However, before your eyes even fluttered open, his palms swept under the curve of your jaw, and coaxed your mouth back to his, instantly qualming any of your fears as you both melted into the exchange. He tasted of spearmint, and cherries, and something so intoxicatingly him that you could barely restrain yourself.

You wanted him, God, did you want him, and for the first time, someone wanted you just as much, without an ounce of greed to it — He wanted you for you.

The remaining seconds of the elevator ride were filled with fervent kisses, and wandering hands, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck while his bunched the silky fabric of your dress. It was all smitten, indulgent brushes of your lips until the elevator dinged, and the doors opened up to reveal the fashionably late, dynamic duo —Sam Wilson and James Buchanan Barnes.

Their expressions were nothing short of priceless, one complexion green while the other ran pale at the sight of your interwoven limbs. You tried to open your mouth before they could comment, but you were far too late, buried in a booming wall of—

"This is a public space! You are defiling a public space!"

"I can't do this— I'm gonna take the stairs."

Their voices weaved into a messy, irritated harmony of disbelief, managing to still complement each other despite their varying levels of urgency.

An idea, a selfish, evil idea, popped into your head, and you enacted it before you could even unravel yourself from Peter’s hold.

"You just reminded me, I was about to text you! My dad needs a couple cases of Yuengling.” You gestured for Peter to press on the “Open Door” button, and by the time he started clicking the prompt, you’d already fetched your wallet, fishing your card out for Sam. “They probably have some at the corner store, but he’ll throw up if he finds out he was drinking alcohol from the corner store, so you’re gonna have to walk down to that market on Seventh.” You could feel Peter’s perplexed gaze gnaw at your shoulder, but you persisted in your impish pursuits, shoving the AmEx into his hand.

“Chop chop, lover boys!” You hastily snapped your fingers in his direction, and yelled just loud enough to make sure Bucky accompanied him, parsing their punishment out evenly.

Served them right, encroaching on such a perfect moment.

Bucky’s groan echoed through the stairwell, followed by a childish stomp of combat boots, and you were pleased enough to shoo Peter’s hand away, pressing the “Close Door” button.

Sometimes it was nice being Tony Stark’s daughter — less backtalk from the sovereign throne of comebackdom.

“I thought you said we were getting out of here.” His brows were pinched together, the most adorable little frown forming between them.

“Oh, we most certainly are,” You replied, pressing the button for your floor. You could tell that the pieces weren’t clicking all the way, and you proceeded to spell it out for him, dropping a chaste kiss to the spot just below his ear. “We’re gonna go to my room. And then we’re gonna go right back to the party when we’re done.”

“When we’re done?” He mused, voice wavering beneath the soft caress of your lips, scattering even more tentative kisses down the column of his neck.

“When we’re done.” You parroted back, meeting his downward gaze through your lashes.”I think you still have some loosening up to do.”

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