Request: If you write smut, could you do a trans Peter smut where its emotional and reader’s making him feel so loved and all? Thank you babe! 😘a/n: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
WARNING: Smut
You giggle at your boyfriend, who is laying on the thin dark purple sheets on his back. Both your knees are pressed against the outside of his legs; hands placed flat on his thighs. “Come on, we both wanna do it…right?” You mumble, leaning down so your chest is floating inches above his.
A groan pushes past his lips. “I want you so bad, babe…” He whimpers as your hands slowly creep up his thighs. Another pair of hands stop you when you get to his flat stomach. “I…need to tell you something. Please don’t hate me.” He cries, brown eyes filling with tears. His lower lip juts out and you swear you feel your heart break.
“I could never hate you, Pete.” You say truthfully, cupping his light pink cheek and pecking him on the lips.
His face softens. Both his hands shake as he grabs the end of his Rush t-shirt, pulling it up. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he frowns. “What about now?” He whispers, peering at the off-white binding wrapped around his upper chest. Flattening the two breasts to his pale body and some of his pudgy stomach. Your eyes widen slightly; he notices. “You do, I knew you would!” He blubbers, moving his forearm over his eyes.
You grab his arm, forcing him to look at you. His dark orbs are rimmed in puffy red patches of skin; clear tears dripping from them. “Why would I hate my boyfriend?” You ask, running your fingers through his silver hair while he squints his eyes. “Can I?” You gesture to his leather jeans, playing with the button.
“Y-you still want me?” He breathes; hitching when you pop the button.
Nodding, you crawl on top of his body, resting your forearms next to his head. “I’m not letting you go that easy.” You smirk, kissing his plump lips. He moans into the kiss, licking your lower lip as you giggle into his mouth.
He pants when you lower yourself. Your fingers loop in the waistband of his grey jeans, tugging them down his thighs. His breath gets heavier and heavier as you toy with the thick red boxer band, yanking them slowly down, showing his pussy. Blood rushes to his cheeks and he groans, slamming his head on the pillow.
You blow on his heat teasingly, earning a high pitch moan from him. A sly smile creeps on your face, “You like this baby boy? What do you want?” You question, moving your face away from his pussy.
His hand flies to his hair, pulling at the silver locks roughly. “I…need…mouth, mommy…” He struggles through salty tears. You lick a long stripe up his cilt, making him cry out in pleasure, gripping the sheets tightly. “Mommy!” He whimpers, sweat dripping off his forehead as you start eating him out.
Every lick is followed by a throaty moan until he cums hard, soiling the bed sheets. He sniffles after you clean him up, climbing up next to him to lay down. “So, how was that, baby boy?” You mutter against his lips, grinning.
“Thank you, that was…amazing. I… wow.” He breathes out, wiping the tears away.
You gaze at him, brushing a strand of ivory hair from his forehead. “I love you. All of you, okay? I love that you’re…you.” You mutter, eyelids fluttering closed. Tears stream down his cheeks as he watches you fall asleep. Finally, he feels accepted.
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