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Innocence Be Damned - Peter Ballard/001/Henry Creel

A/N: This took so long but it’s finally here!

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, slight manipulation in the beginning but not really

You couldn’t remember a time where you weren’t in the lab. The more you tried to think back on your childhood, the less you could remember. One of the only constant things in the few memories you had was Dr. Brenner. He was always there as a sort of father figure, although you didn’t call him ‘Papa’ like the others. To you, he was always Dr. Brenner.

And since Brenner had raised you, you also grew up with Peter. He was a few years older than you, but you’d grown very close to him. He was your best friend. You’d even go as far as to say you had a bit of a crush on your friend. You’d never had a boyfriend, but you wanted him to be yours. He was handsome, so much in fact that he invaded your dreams every night. You were also used to patching him up when he got hurt, but now that you were a certified nurse in the lab, you saw Peter in your office more often than you’d like… at least for the wrong reasons.

“Peter, sweetie, what happened this time?” you asked, gently dabbing a pain relieving ointment on the burns on the side of his neck. He winced but held still as you took care of him.

“I went against Dr. Brenner's orders.” he said, letting out a deep sigh. “I gave the children each a piece of hard candy after they had eaten their lunch. They’d all been doing so well with their lessons, I thought they deserved a treat.”

You fought to keep the frown off your face. Peter was so kind… almost too kind. When he spoke to you about the children, you could tell he cared for them or at least their potential. To you it just seemed that his heart was much bigger than Dr. Brenner’s and he was suffering for it.

“Peter, you know you can’t disobey Brenner like that. This is the third time this month you’ve come in here after being reprimanded for going against his orders. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

He looked up at you from his seat as you stood over him, inspecting the wounds further, wondering to yourself if they’d need a dressing or not. His gaze was innocent and his smile was kind, you thought nothing of it. But you were unaware of his true intentions. You didn’t notice the way his blue eyes drifted from your face, down your neck to your cleavage that peeked out of the top of your blouse. Or the way that his hands were balled into fists at his sides in an attempt to keep his hands to himself.

“I know you don’t, Y/N. I don’t mean to get in trouble, really, I don’t. But it does give me an excuse to see that pretty face of yours.” he said, his bright blue eyes darting up to meet yours, an enthusiastic smile on his face. You sighed, your hand cupping the side of his face gently.

“You don’t have to get hurt to come see me, Peter. I’m always right here. I’m not going anywhere.” you assured him, your thumb rubbing gently over his cheek.

The small gesture meant more to him than you realized. You were the only one who showed him any kindness or spared him loving glances. He smiled and placed his hand over yours on his face, his fingers gently curling around your hand.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You slowly and reluctantly pried your hand from his before giving him a small smile.

“So I don’t think your wounds will need any sort of dressing on them. They went easy on you this time…. Just keep them clean and let them breathe and you should be alright. And try not to get into any more trouble, Peter. If not for you, then do it for me? I hate seeing you hurt.” you said, ready to send Peter on his way. It was getting late and you knew he had to do his rounds before heading to bed and you didn’t want to keep him too long.

You moved to the other side of the room, putting away the ointment and throwing away the cloth you’d used to clean his wounds. But Peter didn't move. His eyes stayed glued to you, scanning along your body and landing on your ass as your skirt rose up a little bit while you stretched up on your tiptoes to put the ointment away. He could feel himself begin to harden in his pants as he watched you. Time to put his plan into action.

“Y/N,” he started, making you turn to look at him. “Could you maybe come to my room in about twenty minutes? I’m afraid I may have another problem I’d like you to take a look at.”

“If you’re injured you should just show me now since you’re already here.” you said, taking a few steps closer to him, letting your eyes run over his body while you inspected him for any further sign of injury.

“Well, you see, normally I wouldn’t mind letting you take care of me right here in your office, but anyone could walk through that door at any given moment. My problem is a bit … personal and I don’t want anyone else to know about it. It’s a tad bit embarrassing if I’m being honest.” he explained, putting on a shy smile.

“Oh… well I guess I could come to your room and take a look. I’ll be there in twenty. Now go make your rounds before Brenner finds out you’re late.”

“I’ll see you in twenty.” he said, smiling at you as he stood up and left the room.

You went about your business, wondering what was ailing Peter. You were hoping he wasn’t seriously hurt. He was your best friend, after all. You continued to put away your medical supplies and sanitized the countertops and chairs and your desk before checking the time. It had been precisely eighteen minutes since Peter had left your office. He’d be done with his rounds by now and should be headed back to his room.

You gathered a small bag of medical things you may need and headed out the door, praying you didn’t get lost in this endless maze of blank, stark white hallways. You may have lived here your entire life, but the place was a labyrinth. Thankfully, Peter’s room wasn’t too far from your office. You stopped outside the solid white door and knocked softly, knowing he would hear you. The door swung open only seconds later, revealing Peter’s smiling face.

“Thank you for coming, Y/N.” he said, gesturing you inside before shutting the door and clicking the lock, ensuring nobody could disturb you.

“Of course, Peter. Now sit down and tell me what’s wrong.” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him to sit on the edge of his bed. “Are you in any pain?”

“Yes I am, love. I have this horrible ache that’s been bothering me for a while now. It comes and goes.” he explained, locking his eyes on yours. “It actually hurts quite bad right now.”

“Where does it hurt? I can’t help you very much if I don’t know where it is.” you said, giving Peter a playful smile. He smiled back, soaking in your innocence and knowing he was about to take it away from you.

He slowly grabbed your hand before guiding it to his cock and placing your hand over his growing bulge. You gasped as he pressed your hand against him, flames licking up the back of your neck. You don’t know what you were expecting him to do, but this wasn’t it.

“P-Peter….” you started, unable to form words. You may have been ‘innocent’ but you weren’t stupid. But you were also panicking. “You’re aroused, not hurt. I’m not sure how I can help you.”

He slowly let go of your hand and you pulled it away quickly as if you’d been burned. Your eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at his face.

“Y/N, please look at me.” he said, standing up. You could hear the pleading tone in his voice and you caved, looking up at the tall man in front of you. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but I’m going to be honest with you. Yes, I’m aroused, but only because I’ve been thinking about you. About your pretty face and your perfect lips that I wanna kiss so badly. And before you suggest taking care of it by myself, I’ve tried, sweetheart. Oh trust me, I’ve tried. It doesn’t work. I can never quite get there by myself. I don’t trust anyone else but you to help me.”

“Peter, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, because I really do…. I just don’t know how.” you admitted, nervously wringing your hands in front of you.

“What do you mean you don’t know how? Surely Brenner gave you a sex ed class at some point.” he said, thinking he was stating the obvious. You just shook your head and his eyes went wide with shock. “You’re really telling me that you’ve never been taught about sex?”

“No… it was never brought up in any of my classes. Did you have a class about it?” you asked curiously.

“Yes, I did, Y/N. I had assumed we were just split up by gender. Boys in one class and girls in another… I never thought of the possibility that only the boys were given this class.” he said, feeling halfway guilty about luring you into his room. The next words you said shocked him, sending a blinding heat straight to his aching cock.

“Would you teach me, Peter?” you asked, hopeful he’d say yes. You watched his eyes light up at your request and a smile tugged at his lips.

“Oh, love, of course I will.” he said sweetly, letting a hand gently move to your waist and pull you closer to him. “We’ll start slow, ok? Just gonna start with the basics. But I know you’re a fast learner, and a hands-on one as well, so I’m gonna need you to take these pretty little clothes off for me. Can you do that?”

You took a step back and slowly toed off your heels before letting your fingers begin to unbutton your white blouse. Peter sat back down on the bed and watched you with hungry eyes. His cock was straining against the stark white fabric of his pants and he so desperately wanted to take it out and stroke it while he watched you, but he wanted you to do it for him.

Soon enough you were able to shrug your shirt off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cold room. Peter's eyes immediately fell to your breasts, barely concealed by the sheer black lace of your bra. Then you shimmied out of the black pencil skirt you had been wearing, leaving you in just your underwear and black stockings. But it was enough that it was driving Peter mad.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. So fucking beautiful.” he said, palming his erection though his pants. Your eyes darted down to where he was touching himself and you could feel yourself blushing.

“Will… will you get undressed too?” you asked, hoping he would agree.

“Of course, angel.” he said, standing up before slowly taking off his clothing. His eyes stayed glued to yours, watching your expressions as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip to the ground before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear, leaving him completely naked before you. You could feel the heat rising to your face as you looked him over, trying not to let your eyes linger too long on his cock. He was much bigger than you expected. He sat back down on the bed before beckoning you over. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You took a few tentative steps towards him and stopped, standing directly in front of him. His smile was wide and his eyes were bright as he looked up at you.

“Peter, I don’t know what to do.” you whispered.

“I’ll show you, baby. Can you get on your knees for me?” he asked. You did as he said, moving to kneel on your knees between his spread legs, putting your face dangerously close to his throbbing cock.

“Now what?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He groaned as he looked down at you, looking so innocent on your knees before him.

“I want you to use your mouth, baby. You’re gonna take it in your mouth and suck on it.” he instructed, his hand moving to slowly stroke his length. Your nerves were getting the best of you as you looked at his cock, the tip red and weeping.

“Peter…” you started, but Peter cut you off.

“Will you help me, sweetheart? It hurts…” he whined, pouting slightly, his blue eyes blown wide with need. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies when he looked at you like that.

“Do I just… put it in my mouth?” you asked, glancing up at him, waiting for further instruction.

“I’ll guide you, love.” he said sweetly, giving you a smile. “Open your mouth, sweetie. I’ll do most of the work at first until you get the hang of it.”

You did as he said and let your jaw drop open, your tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth on instinct. Peter could almost bust just from seeing how cute you looked waiting for his cock to fill your pretty little mouth.

He let his hand caress the side of your face before gently guiding you forward until your mouth hovered over his cock and his tip nudged at your tongue. You blinked up at him, wanting to watch his face to make sure you were doing everything right. His eyes fluttered for a moment before leaning back on his hands.

“Stay still, baby. Don’t move.” he instructed before lifting his hips slightly, pushing his tip past your lips, rubbing against your tongue. “Now suck on the tip, baby. Be gentle… no teeth.”

You did as he instructed, closing your lips around his tip, being careful to keep your teeth away from him. You sucked gently on the tip, your tongue slowly caressing the sensitive skin. Peter’s head was thrown back and he let out a guttural moan. You could tell he liked it so you continued your actions, swirling your tongue around him.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby. Feels so good.” he moaned. You could feel the pride swelling in your chest at his praise.

Wanting to hear him make more of those noises, you decided to take matters into your own hands. He seemed to like what you were doing with your tongue, and you remembered what he’d told you to do, so you combined them. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his tip. You placed a hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you began moving on your own, suckling on the head and tracing the vein on the underside with your tongue.

“Oh jesus christ!” he moaned, looking down at you, clearly shocked that you’d taken it upon yourself to please him instead of letting him guide you. You pulled off of him and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Is this ok?” you asked quietly.

“More than ok, baby girl. My god, whatever you were doing with your tongue, please do more of that. Felt so good, angel.” he praised, reaching a hand down to stroke over your hair, encouraging you to continue. You quickly leaned back down to take him into your mouth once again, this time taking an extra inch, forcing you to bob your head as your lips suctioned around him and making him moan. “Oh f-f-fuck!”

You half smiled, your lips still wrapped around him as you continued sucking his cock like it was a lollipop. You loved the noises he was making and seeing how you were making him fall apart when he was normally so composed. The swirling of your tongue got messier as you inched further down, engulfing more of him in the wet heat of your mouth. You glanced up at him when his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag for a second.

“You don’t have to take it all the way, sweetie. You’re already doing so well.” he grunted out, trying to maintain his composure and failing miserably. You slightly shook your head, trying to signal that you wanted it. “Are you ok, Y/N? Tap my thigh twice for yes and once for no.”

You tapped twice without hesitation and then resumed bobbing your head and focusing on keeping your lips suctioned around his length. You could feel the muscles in his thigh tense underneath your fingertips. His tip hit the back of your throat again and you suppressed the urge to gag, breathing heavily through your nose. You pushed forward until your nose was pressed against his lower belly and your throat was filled with his cock, holding for a few seconds before pulling off of him, sputtering as you tried to catch your breath.

“Breathe, sweetheart.” he soothed, running his hands repeatedly over your hair until you caught your breath again.

“I’m ok, Peter. Don’t look so worried.” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. He untensed, his facial features softening as he grinned at you.

“You’re a quick learner, little one, but I don’t want to push you too far in one day. I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to please me. Maybe we should st-”

“No!” you yelled, cutting him off. “I want to make you feel better… I want you… Please? I know this is a lot of pressure to put on you, but I’ve really admired you for quite a long time. I’ve recently come to the realization that I… I love you. I wouldn’t wanna do this with anyone else.”

Your heart pounded in your ears at your sudden confession, not knowing how Peter would react. Little did you know his heart was pounding just as fast as yours, the realization that he could truly have you. You craved him just as much as he craved you. And he would be allowed to keep you afterwards. It shifted something in him… made his heart feel funny. It was an unknown feeling to him but he decided that he was gonna run with it.

“Oh, angel.” he cooed. “I love you too, sweet girl. I’ve wanted you for so long. Now why don’t you stand up for me. I want to show you just how much I love you.” he said, helping you up off the cold floor. He stood with you, towering over you. His fingers traced the strap of your bra, tickling the skin of your shoulder. “Can I take this off?”

You nodded your head and turned around, giving him access to the clasp at your back. You felt his fingers start at your shoulders, tracing the straps all the way down to the clasp before slowly unclasping it. The fabric fell loose around you before falling to the floor, freeing your breasts to the cold air. You slowly turned around to face Peter and his gaze immediately fell to your breasts, watching the way your nipples hardened under his gaze.

He raised both hands, slowly to ensure that you wanted this as much as he did. You made no move to stop him, letting him cup your breasts, weighing them gently in his hands as he ran his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. You let out a whiny moan at the contact, surprising both Peter and yourself.

“Does this feel good, Y/N?” he asked, doing it again, watching your eyes flutter at the contact.

“Yes… oh god, yes.” you whimpered, pushing your chest out in an attempt to gain more contact.

“What about this?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face as he pinched both nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

“Peter! Oh!” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together and grabbing his upper arms to keep yourself upright.

“Oh, you’re so sensitive, baby.” he cooed before letting his voice drop to a lower, more deadly tone. “I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you.”

“Please, Peter! I need you to touch me!” you moaned, causing him to smirk.

“You need me to touch you, princess?” he asked teasingly. You nodded your head quickly. “Where? Show me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as you grabbed his hand from your breast and slowly dragged it down the front of your body until his fingers were grazing your pussy through the lace of your underwear. Just the light touch of his fingers was enough to set you ablaze.

“Here.” you whispered, almost ashamed at how turned on he had made you.

“Right here, baby?” he cooed, running his finger up and down your covered slit a few times, enjoying the tiny whimpers you let escape. Your hands gripped his shoulders hard to keep yourself upright. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Yes, Peter.” you admitted, looking up at him through your lashes, pleading with him to touch you the way you desired. “Please… I need more.”

“I can tell. You’re already so wet, baby. Your panties are soaked.” he said, grinning down at you. You could feel your face heat up again as he pressed down harder on your clit, making your legs shake. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, love. I love that I can turn you on like this. And this is only the beginning, sweetheart.”

“Just the beginning?” you questioned, wondering just how far Peter was going to take it.

“Mhmm. Can we take these off?” he asked, snapping the elastic band of your panties against your hip. You quickly nodded your head before stepping back so you could remove your panties, letting them drop to the floor. You were about to remove your stockings when he put his hand over your to stop you.

“Wha-” you started but he cut you off.

“Keep them on, darling.” he said, guiding you to his bed. You eased back, resting your head against the pillows and kept your legs shut tight. He kneeled beside you on the bed, his fingers beginning to gently trace where the pudgy top of your thigh met the tight nylon of your stockings. “They look so damn good on you… and they’ll look even better when they’re wrapped around my hips while I fuck every last bit of innocence out of you.”

“Peter…” you whimpered, unsure of what you were pleading for but you knew you wanted whatever he was about to give you.

“Open these pretty legs for me?” he asked sweetly, tapping your thigh gently with the tips of his fingers.

“Ok…” you answered quietly, so quiet that you weren’t sure he even heard you.

You could feel yourself blush and parted your legs slightly, your shyness taking over and preventing you from opening them any further. You looked up at him with wide eyes to see him staring down at you, a smirk on his perfect lips.

“Baby girl…” he warned, smirking down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Open.”

Before you even had the chance to open them on your own, Peter's hands went to your knees and forcibly pushed your legs apart, pinning your thighs to the bed. The cool air fanned over your cunt, your sticky lips spreading apart and exposing your engorged clit and weeping hole to his hungry gaze.

“Oh my god.” you whispered, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. You’d never been so exposed in front of anyone before and Peter was staring at you like a starved man and you were his last meal.

“Princess, you have such a pretty pussy.” he cooed, letting his hands drift up your thighs until his thumbs were brushing over your cunt, spreading you open even further. You whimpered and peeked at him through your fingers, seeing his eyes trained on your cunt and his cock twitching. His eyes glanced up to meet yours and he smiled, his hands leaving your pussy and coming up to pull your hands away from your face. “Why are you hiding from me, my love?”

“I just… never been so exposed in front of someone before.” you answered.

“Do you want to stop, angel?” he questioned further, praying you wouldn’t back out. But he knew he’d stop in an instant if you truly wanted to end things here, not wanting to risk losing you before he even had you.

“No.” you answered quickly. “I want this, Peter. I just don’t know what to expect.”

“It’s ok, angel. I’m going to warm you up first but I need you to trust me.”

“I trust you. I love you.” you said, smiling at him. Your words made his heart swell. His precious angel loved him, trusted him enough to deflower her.

“This is going to feel amazing, sweetheart. I promise.” He said enthusiastically as he made his way back down between your legs, his face now dangerously close to your aching cunt.

Before you could ask what he was doing he pressed his mouth against your pussy, his tongue licking through your wet folds. You tossed your head back against the pillow and pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. His tongue flicked repeatedly against your swollen clit and your hips jolted at the sudden heat shooting through your body.

You could feel Peter smirk against your center as he continued to make out with your pussy, smothering it with kisses and sucking on your labia. Just as you were getting used to the feeling of his tongue slowly worshiping you, he switched it up on you, pushing his tongue into your weeping hole. The coil in your belly wound tighter and the heat spread over your entire body. You felt like you were on fire. Your eyes rolled back and you bit the palm of your hand to keep yourself quiet. If anyone was to find out about this you’d be screwed.

“B-baby, I-I don’t kn-know what’s happening!” you squeaked, letting your hands drop to the sheets, fisting them so tightly you were afraid they may rip. He pulled away from your cunt, but only for a second.

“You’re gonna cum, princess. Have you ever made yourself cum before?” he asked, letting his finger slowly rub your clit with a featherlight touch. You quickly shook your head ‘no’. “Oh my sweet, innocent girl. Just relax, baby, and let me have the pleasure of being the one to give you your very first orgasm.”

He lowered his head again and wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard as he moved his fingers to trace around your entrance, threatening to plunge inside. Your breath hitched in your throat and your hips jolted at the sudden pleasure. Then without warning he pushed his finger inside you, your tight walls clenching down on him.

“P-Peter!” you moaned, the heat crashing over your body as the coil finally snapped, sending you over the edge and making you see stars.

Peter’s tongue and fingers never relented, working you through your high. Your legs shook and your back arched, eventually falling back down onto the bed as you came down. He gently pulled his mouth away from your clit and carefully pulled his finger out of you, making you wince from the sensitivity. Peter chuckled and you let your eyes flutter open to look down at him.

“Peter… holy shit, that was amazing.” you breathed out, letting your head fall back against the pillows again.

“You did so good, baby.” he praised, crawling up your body until his face was level with yours. “I know you're sensitive, love, but can we continue?”

You looked up into his big blue eyes and saw nothing but love. It ignited a new fire within you causing you to catch a second wind. Without warning you leaned forward and captured his lips with your own, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He kissed you back eagerly, little moans and whimpers leaving his mouth every few seconds. Your fingers tangled in his hair and gripped hard, causing Peter to rut his hips against yours, his hard cock sliding through your wet folds. You jolted as his tip nudged against your clit. Both of you stopped and pulled apart, breathing heavily.

“Is it gonna hurt?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“Probably.” he said honestly. “But I’m going to do everything I can to lessen the pain. And it won’t hurt forever, just for a moment, and after that moment it’ll be nothing but pleasure.”

“Take me, Peter.” you whispered, widening your legs a bit and bucking your hips, causing him to slide through your folds again.

“Fuck.” he gasped, moving back just a bit to line his tip up with your entrance. “Are you ready, angel? Once we do this it can’t be undone.”

“I want this.” you said. “I want you.”

Without another word he slowly leaned down, pressing his lips against yours again. You kissed him back slowly, enjoying the feeling of his perfect lips caressing yours. The feeling of his tongue gently licking along your lower lip made you moan, enough of a distraction for Peter to finally push himself inside. You gasped as you felt his tip stretch your walls. There was no pain yet but the feeling was unfamiliar.

“You ok?” he whispered against your mouth, refusing to pull away from you.

“Yeah.” you whispered back, pressing more kisses against his lips. “More.”

He did as you asked and slowly pushed forward, sheathing more of himself inside you until he hit some resistance. He pulled away from your lips only to stare down at you, silently asking for permission. With anyone else under any other circumstances he couldn’t have cared less, but this was you. He’d grown to love you, an extremely foreign feeling to him, and he’d be damned if he did anything to hurt you. You gave him a small nod and a smile, assuring him that everything was ok and you wanted him to continue.

“Brace yourself, darling. I’m sorry.” he said, giving you a brief moment to grip onto his shoulders before slamming his hips against yours, effectively pushing all the way inside you. You yelped and dug your nails into his shoulders, surely breaking the skin. Your whole body tensed up causing him to groan. You immediately loosened your grip on his shoulders and tried to relax your body, your breathing now coming out ragged as you adjusted to ache. He let out a long breath before speaking again. “That’s it, baby girl. Relax. Shhh you’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You focused on your breathing, trying to ignore the burning stretch between your legs. Eventually the burning subsided and you just felt full… it felt good. You experimentally rocked your hips and you whimpered feeling his cock sliding against your walls, keeping you stretched around him. You could see the worry on his face but you quickly eased his mind.

“Feels good, Peter. Move… please move.” you begged, rocking your hips again to encourage him.

He slowly pulled almost all the way out before pushing slowly back in. You whimpered and rolled your hips up to meet his. He did it again, this time faster and gaining a loud moan from you. He smirked down at you and continued to rock into your pulsing cunt.

“Is this ok, Y/N?” he groaned, keeping the extremely slow pace.

“Mmmm yes… oh fuck.” you whined, rolling your hips against his in an attempt to convince him to move faster.

“Such a filthy mouth on my innocent little girl. Tell me what you need, angel.” he said, grinding against you. The friction against your clit made your eyes roll back.

“Faster! Peter, please!” you moaned, bucking your hips against his.

“As you wish, my love.”

He smiled down at you and slammed his hips against yours, immediately picking up the pace. His eyes were trained on yours as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open. You forced your eyes to stay open and looked up into Peter’s eyes. The pleasure that was written all over his face was enough to make your walls flutter around his cock.

His thrusts were becoming brutal, your breasts bouncing with each thrust and the headboard banging against the wall. Both of you no longer cared if anyone heard you or told Brenner about your newfound relationship with Peter. Brenner be damned, you wouldn’t let anyone come between the two of you.

Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down into a fiery kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist, desperate to keep him close. His lips devoured yours, groaning into your mouth as your legs locked around him.

“Y/N, princess, oh fuck! So fucking tight… You feel so much better than I could have ever imagined.” he moaned.

He slowed down his thrusts and let his hands run down your body to your hips, gripping you tight as he sat back on his knees and pulled you closer until your ass was off the bed and in his lap with his cock still buried deep inside you. He gave an experimental thrust and it knocked the wind out of you. The new angle made the tip of his cock press against your cervix and g-spot at the same time, making you see stars with every thrust inside you. It wasn’t long until you could feel the heat blooming in your belly again.

“I’m… I’m close!” you gasped between ragged breaths. Peter smirked down at you.

“Me too, baby. I’m gonna count down and we’ll cum together, ok?” he told you. You could only nod your head in agreement, unable to form words.

His thrusts became harder and faster and he moved one hand to your clit, letting his thumb rub circles on your sensitive bud as he continued to pound into you.

“Ten.” he grunted, his eyes locking on yours. “Nine…. Eight.” he continued, applying more pressure to your clit and watching you squirm beneath him. You truly were a beautiful sight if he’d ever seen one. “Seven.” His grunts and groans got louder as his hips moved faster, enjoying the wet sounds that were coming from between your legs. “Six” he moaned loudly as he watched your hands grip the sheets and your walls began to squeeze him, signaling you were close. “Hold it! Don’t cum until I say, Y/N! Do you hear me?”

“Peter, f-fuck! Please!”

“Five… four!” he panted, letting one hand move to your breast and pinching your hard nipple, twisting it between his fingers. The sensation sent a new wave of heat straight to your pulsing cunt. “Three…. Two..” he continued, his voice labored. Your moans were echoing off the stark white walls and your vision was beginning to black out as your orgasm neared its breaking point. “One! Cum for me, baby! Oh fuck, cum for me, Y/N! Fuck!”

The heat exploded and you could feel yourself gushing around his length as his hips stuttered against yours and he released inside you. You could feel every spurt of his warm seed against your sensitive walls, prolonging your orgasm. He leaned down, nuzzling his face in your neck as you both desperately tried to come back down from your earth shattering orgasms. You couldn’t help the pitiful whimpers that bubbled up in your throat as you managed to catch your breath.

“Peter, baby, oh my god. Peter.. Fuck… oh fuck. Feels so good, baby. Mmm you feel so good in me.”

“I know, princess. I know.” he said quietly as he gently untangled your legs from around his hips and slowly pulled out of you. You winced at the sudden sensitivity and turned your body to face him as he plopped down on the bed next to you. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you got comfortable. “You still with me, baby?”

“Mhmm.” you mumbled, letting your eyes slowly drift open to meet his. You gave him a lazy smile, making him chuckle.

“Aw, is my girl sleepy? Did I wear you out, princess?” he cooed, bringing a hand up to brush some hair out of your face after pulling the blanket up over both of you.

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna sleep yet.” you admitted, bringing your hand up to his chest to trace random patterns on his flushed skin.

“Good, because I need to tell you something.” he said, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek but his eyes were darting nervously around the room.

“What is it, Peter? Is everything ok?” you asked, concern lacing your features. Peter hated seeing you so worried.

He said nothing as he sat up and licked his thumb before bringing it down to his left wrist and rubbing harshly. Inky black flesh was revealed as the skin toned makeup was smeared away. 001.

“I wanted to tell you a long time ago but Papa wouldn’t let me.” he explained before moving his fingers to the side of his neck, feeling around before pausing and reaching for your hand. You gave it to him and he brought your fingers up to where his had just been. When you pressed down you could feel a small lump under the skin, practically undetectable. Before you could ask, he explained. “It’s a soteria. Papa implanted it when I was young. It’s a tracking device and suppresses my powers.”

“But.. but why did he do this to you? Why aren’t you doing lessons like the others?” you asked.

“Papa is scared of me. I became too strong for him to control. Y/N, if you listen to anything I say, please remember this one thing. Papa lies. He is a monster.” He said, tears brimming his eyes as he pleaded with you. “I need to get out of here and I wanna take you with me. Please say you’ll come with me, angel. I can’t survive without you.”

“I’ll go with you.” you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You weren’t sure how you were going to escape, but you trusted Peter with your life. You loved him.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how happy that makes me.” he mumbled against your lips.

You stayed cuddled up in bed with him for maybe another hour. During that time he explained how he came to be in Brenner’s care and you clung to every word he said, wanting to know him better. You also agreed to cut out the device in his neck tomorrow evening after his last rounds. It would be quick and messy, but it would have to do until you were both out of this prison. Eventually you reluctantly got up and got dressed again. You didn’t want to leave, but you had to if you didn’t want to get caught. Your hand was on the door handle ready to leave when he spoke again.

“Eight o’ clock tomorrow night, lock the infirmary door and hide underneath your desk. Don’t come out no matter what you hear. I’ll come for you when it’s safe.” he said, his blue eyes boring into yours. You nodded your head in understanding.

“I love you, Peter.” you said quietly.

“I love you too, Y/N.”