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sadisticsongbird · 2 years

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divided by the crown ~ peter parker

part two

word count: 8.5k

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, SMUT 18+ (minors please DNI)

a/n: this is my first time writing an AU and writing smut...aargh, kind of exciting, kind of nerve-racking!! please be gentle and feedback is DEEPLY appreciated 💜

“Where are we going, Peter?” you asked as Peter dragged you off of his horse and further into the woods than you already were.

Since the day of Peter’s crowning, he had been more anxious to get time with you. He had found you at the party, dragging you onto the balcony outside.

“Peter, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

He laughed. “Yeah,” he muttered, pulling you toward him by the waist and setting his forehead against his. Your hands instinctively go to his biceps. “Never better.” You didn’t miss the way that his eyes flickered to your lips every now and then.

“We could get caught at any moment, you know.”

“I know and I don’t care.” He began to sway along with the faint music that could still be heard outside. The doors were shut, so no one could actually see it was you. However, that didn’t stop a silhouette of two lovers dancing show through the curtains. Your eyes were closed as well as his, both silently moving with one another. “Thank you…for the ring.”

You opened your eyes, pulling your head away from his to look down at his left hand which now had a ring sitting on his ring finger. “You…like it?”

“‘Course,” Peter said. “Wouldn’t wear it if I didn’t.”

You smiled to yourself, sure that your cheeks were red. “I mean it, though. I’m here…”

“It means a lot to me, Y/N. More than you know. Thank you.”

You cuddled your head into Peter’s chest, his cheek resting on the top of your head, dancing the evening away with the person you cared for the most.

“Come on, it’s just a little further.” His hand didn’t leave yours, pulling you through tree branches and twigs on the ground.

“Okay!” you laughed. “I get that you’re excited, but I’m gonna trip!”

“Fine,” he sighed. He turned around to lift you over his shoulder.

“Peter!” you screamed. “Put me down!”

But he didn’t stop, only laughing at your cries. You started laughing along too, sitting up a little straighter, making it harder for Peter to carry you so he would drop you. You kept hitting him in the shoulder lightly, pushing away from him only enough to tease and not enough to fall. Suddenly, his movements halted. “We’re here.” Peter set you down, making sure your feet were touching the ground before letting you go and spinning you around. Laying out next to the creek was a picnic. It wasn’t directly in the shade, but enough to still let enough sunlight peek through. Pillows from his room were scattered across the blanket and a basket sat in the middle just waiting to be unpacked. Peter’s hands still sat around your waist and he leaned down, his lips just brushing against your ear. “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

“Oh… my God, you set all this up…for me?” you asked, making your way towards the setup.

“Only got up at six to make sure everything was perfect for you,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead with a smile glued to his face.

That was another thing you noticed. His lips tended to be on your skin a lot more. A kiss to the forehead, on the hand, lips brushing your ear, your knuckles. You didn’t know if it was intentional or he was doing it consciously, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Sure, it seemed like just a friendly thing to do, but you could help but hope there was another meaning behind it. After the night on the balcony, you wished that you could stay like that forever, in his arms. He made you feel something you hadn’t felt since your mother: content. He made you feel at peace like finally, everything was okay. Like you were loved.

Turning around, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. “Thank you, Pete.”

Your hand made its way down his arm, grabbing his hand and now being the one to pull him along. Getting closer, you let go of Peter’s hand, to his dismay. You plopped yourself down on the pillows, hearing Peter laugh behind you. He gently squatted before sitting next to your head that was burying itself into the soft, Peter-scented pillows. You loved the smell of him, hugging him as long as you could, wearing his jacket when you were cold at night, laying on his bed or in his arms when you were both getting tired.

“Comfy?” he asked with a giggle, seeing you unmoved with your face buried in his pillows.

“Yeah,” you exhaled. “I don’t wanna move…”

“Would you move for a glass of champagne?”

Your ears perked to that. Your face moved out of the pillows, seeing Peter’s head tilted looking down at you. You groaned. “Yes.”

Peter’s grin grew wider as you sat up. He dug through the basket, pulling out two plates and glasses, a bunch of grapes, some cheese, a half loaf of raisin bread, and finally, the champagne. He handed a glass to you.

“M’lady…” he gestured to the wine, popping off the top with ease.

The bubbles poured out onto the wood chips a little, but Peter poured it into your glass, nevertheless, making a tiny mess. He then poured some for himself, setting the bottle on the inside of the picnic basket so it wouldn’t spill. He gave you a plate, letting you have a free pick of the food. He had laid a knife on the top of the basket so neither could lay on it by accident. You snatched a stem bunch of grapes and cut off a few slices of cheese to put on your bread. Once Peter saw that you were done, we grabbed his own food, taking bigger portions than you.

“How did you manage to do this?” you questioned, popping a grape into your mouth.

“Well,” you said, swallowing the mouthful of food he had, “Knight Osborn is helping me cover. Tony thinks that I’m on a hunting trip. Osborn doesn’t know about us, only that I needed a couple days off. As for you, someone may have slipped Wanda a tip that you were going to visit some family for your birthday.” His eyes averted yours, telling you exactly who told Wanda you were going away.

“How convenient that we’re both gone…Won’t anyone notice?”

“Don’t worry, darling.”

That was another thing you noticed. The pet names.

You relaxed back onto your side, moving your plate in front of you. Peter mimicked your moves and laid to face you.

“This is nice.”

“Yeah, just a couple of days off. You and me,” he said.

“You and me…” you repeated slowly.

You both dined on your food and talked about almost everything until the weather started to get warmer. Peter had suggested you go into the creek and cool off. It wasn’t that deep, only up to the knees, but you wanted to just stay on the side. Peter, unhappy with your decision, teased you by starting to strip. First, his shirt which you didn’t mind, allowing you to get a look at his muscles. His boots came off next and he chucked them at you gently, soft enough for you to be able to catch the dirty shoes. Lastly, he took off his pants. You had noticed the change in Peter since the last time you saw him like this. The morning after his parents' funeral, he was reluctant to let you see anything, let alone him in his underwear. Now, he was comfortable enough to undress as a way to lure you into the water with him.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna join?” he asked one last time, extending his hand.

“I’m good…”

“Your loss,” he teased, walking down to the water.

You watched as he eased his way into the water, Peter jumping every so often as the water was cold and splashed him along the rocks. When the water had reached his knees, Peter turned back to face you, doing some weird mime moves, making you laugh harder than you have in a long time. When he started doing the rope thing, you warily got up and started walking towards the water. As you got closer, the dust turning to mud, you took off your shoes, throwing them behind you, wanting them to reach the blanket. Peter’s eyes were still glued to you. He wondered if you would take off your clothes and join him, but he was sorely disappointed when your feet stopped at the edge of the creek, only your feet, and ankles in the water. He kept on making jokes anyway, still continuing to make you laugh. As you got closer to the water, you noticed that the tides were getting stronger, making bigger splashes along the rocks. You didn’t know how deep the water went, but you didn’t want Peter to get hurt.

“Peter…” you called out.

“What?” he said, beginning to mime going down the stairs, making you giggle.

“Be careful. I’m serious.” You tried to be serious, but the show Peter was putting on was too funny not to laugh.

As he was getting further away from you in his movements, it seemed like only seconds later, Peter took a step too far. He went under the water. There must have been a drop-off. Your heart jolted, hoping that he caught himself, but when a few moments passed and he still hadn’t come up for air. You started to worry.

“Peter?” you yelled. Your feet carried themselves deeper into the stream, but you continued to call out for him. “Peter?... Peter?!... PETER!!”

You couldn’t take it anymore. A dead prince on your watch meant punishment for you and a broken heart. You ripped your shirt off and untied your skirt before stepping out of it. Leaving you in your corset, you dove into the water as deep as you could. The current was getting stronger, but you kept swimming to find Peter, even if that meant abandoning your site. The further you got, the more your heart sank and tears threatened to come out. This was supposed to be one of the best days of your life, turning eighteen, but it had come down to possibly being the worst by losing the person you loved most. The water was becoming deeper as the stream got closer to a lake surrounded by trees. It was becoming harder to keep your head above water, knowing that you weren’t a very good swimmer. Your arms were growing tired and your head sunk under before feeling a pair of arms scoop you up, taking you both back to the surface and to the edge of the creek. You laid down on the ground, hair and undergarments getting dirty because of the forest floor, but you couldn't have cared less.

“Peter!” you cried, wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his brown curls. Pulling away and taking one look in his eyes that were filled with concern and joy was all it took to connect your lips with his. It was soft, at first, getting used to his lips on yours. His taste was something out of a dream and the feeling…it was one you never wanted to lose. Peter’s tongue ran across your lips as he cupped your chin. Your hands slowly found his hair, the kiss growing deeper. His lips continued to move in sync with your own, but as you ran out of breath, you attempted to pull away. Peter’s hand kept you close, trying to pull you back in for more. He was surprised that you made the first move. He had been signaling things to you a lot these past weeks, but you weren’t seeming to understand them nor did you seem to want them. When you leaned in, Peter wasn’t one to decline the offer. It scared him at first, but butterflies soon filled his stomach as it continued.

“Shit, I was so scared,” you cried.

Peter wrapped his arms around you as he lifted himself to the shoreline. His intention wasn’t to scare you. He just wanted you to get in the stream with him and enjoy the water, but now he sees where he went about it in the wrong way. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t my motive.”

“Your motive?” It took a few seconds before it set in. “You motherfucking-” you swore as you stood up.

A few moments passed before Peter’s brain caught up, seeing you walk away. Well, more like stomping. “Y/N!” You continued to ignore him, making your slow way back to camp. The current must’ve been really strong because you didn’t think it had taken you this far. “Y/N, wait!” You still kept walking, not even taking a moment to listen to what he had to say. You were relieved, yes, but you were also pissed beyond belief. You could hear Peter’s footsteps behind you speed up as he was trying to catch you, but you couldn't have cared less. The twigs and dirt felt numb on your feet. You without a doubt had scratches on the bottom of your feet with how hard you were marching, but that was the least of your worries. After what seemed like a long walk, hearing Peter call for you and the sound of the forest floor, the picnic with Peter’s and your clothing laying next to it, came into sight. As soon as it did, you picked up the pace. Your feet kicked up dirt behind you, coating the back of your legs. As soon as you made it back, you fished your clothes out of the creek. You threw them over your shoulder before slipping your shoes onto your feet. Peter was still a little far behind, calling out your name as you were making your way back to the horse. He was tempted to at least grab his pants, considering he was walking around the woods in his underwear, but he was too far behind you yet. You were walking so he began to run.

“Y/N, will you stop?” he asked, almost right behind you. “Y/N, stop!”

You quit moving, dead in your tracks. Your head whipped around so hard it could’ve given you whiplash. “No, Peter! I won’t stop. That,” you yelled, gesturing to the creek, “was terrifying. I…I…” Your voice started breaking up. “I thought I lost you.”

Peter took a step toward you, waiting for you to flinch or back up. But when it never came, you were still standing there with your arms folded and tears running down your face, Peter continued towards you. “You could never lose me. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through.”

“No. You didn’t,” you pouted. Still frustrated with him, you wouldn't let him look you in the eyes.

Peter was standing next to you, his hands rubbing up and down in an attempt to calm you down and warm you up from the cold water. Your skin was covered in goosebumps, but Peter started to slowly feel them disappear. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I love you too much to leave you."

Hearing those words, you lifted your eyes to meet his. The light brown of his eyes was warm and swirling with adoration. He loved you? Did you love him back? Of course, you did. Him sinking under the currents scared more than anything, more than your mother’s death had scared you. She was already dead, whereas the THOUGHT of Peter dying was stronger. “You love me?”

Peter’s heart stopped. Uh oh. He’d let that one slip. “I mean…See what…I-” He took in a sharp breath. Peter closed his eyes, preparing himself mentally for your rejection. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I do.”

His eyes searched yours for any response, any sign that you loved him as he did you. It certainly explained all the touchiness and made perfect sense. His eyebrows crinkled in concentration, searching harder and deeper when he found nothing. You, however, knew what you wanted to say, but your mouth wouldn’t move to say it. You were too scared of the repercussions that would come with loving the prince. If you were found having a romantic relationship with him, the punishment would be high. Peter would only get so much as a reprimand whereas you would get thrown in jail, possibly killed. And if Peter loved you as much as you thought he did, you didn’t want him to leave the throne for you. He couldn't anyway. The kingdom would be at a weak point without any sort of leader and it would perish fast against its enemies. Finally gathering the courage, you spoke up. “Peter, I love you too…”

He knew what was coming by the look on your face. “But…”

“But we can’t…”

He felt defeated. He was doing all he could to hide the two of you. He wanted a life with you so badly, but he also knew that you were right. Being together was dangerous. And the more that you and Peter pushed it, the sooner one of you was going to get hurt, most likely you. Seeing his discouraged mood, you placed your hand on his cheek, getting him to finally look at you. “You have no idea how much I want you in my life. How much I want you.”

He put his hand on top of yours, moving his fingertips slowly over your knuckles before drifting down your arm. The forest was silent except for birds chirping in the late evening as the both of you stood there. You had both laid it all out. You both meant the world to one another, but it was risky to be together, and you both knew that. This would likely be one of the last times you were together, and as much as that hurt Peter’s heart, he wanted to make the most of it.

His hand traveled back up to yours that still laid on his cheek. “Come on…”

He wrapped his hand around yours gently pulling you to follow him back towards the creek. He let go only briefly to grab his clothes and redress himself. You watched him tie his belt as he walked over to you. You still sat there, your clothes in hand. There was no way you could wear these, but good thing that you had extra. Peter packed up what he could of your meal and put it in the basket. The pillows didn’t fit so he left them where they were. He would come back for them later. Basket in hand, he made his way back toward you and wrapped his arm around your waist. You laid your head against his shoulder as you both walked back to the horse. Your hair was still wet, making droplet marks on his shirt, but he didn't care. You didn’t separate until you reached Flash. Peter took his arm away from around you and reached to get your bag off Flash’s back. Successfully getting the leather belt from around it, he handed it to you.

“There’s a closed-off area a little way that way,” he said, pointing to the left of where both of you stood.

You only nodded before walking off. You could feel Peter’s sight on you until you were out of view, sure he only watched so he knew you were okay. Walking a little way without eyes in the back of your head, you finally found the secluded area. Slowly taking off your corset and undergarments, you found yourself standing bare in the woods, staring up at the sky. It was definitely evening, spending the whole afternoon with Peter. The sky was a bright shade of orange surrounding the sun. As the light melted more away from the sun, the sky began molding into pinks and purples. It had been a while since you had seen the sunset and as you dressed, you couldn’t help but continue to stare at the perfect view. What you didn’t notice was that someone else was enjoying a perfect view. Peter was leaning up against a tree. You were dressed when he arrived, but he couldn’t help but stare at you, who was standing in the middle of the closed-off field, looking up at the sky. Patches of sunlight came through the trees, illuminating you in the dark clearing. You held your arm up a little bit, reaching out for the light, but you must have been standing there for a while because there was no more shining over the treetops. Taking your hand back down and letting it hang down at your side, you heard the rustle of leaves. As you threw your head to look over your shoulder, you saw Peter, dressed in brown pants and a dull blue shirt, walking over. You continued to watch him, subtly biting your lip, until he was only a foot away. You turned your body, too, towards him and put your hands around his neck.

His hands were drawn to your hips as you connected your lips with his for the second time that day. They were slightly chapped this time but were soft nonetheless. Moving in time with Peter, it felt like the world was spinning around you, the small noises of animals and bugs around you and the soft tone of the sky making this perfect. It felt like forever before both pulled away from one another. Peter reached into the pocket of his pants before pulling out a little box. He set it in his hands to face you and opened it for you to see what was inside. At the end of a small chain was a heart that you had seen all too often. This very necklace sat around the neck of someone that you missed. The neck of someone who had comforted you when your own mother couldn’t. It was Peter’s mother’s necklace.

“Peter…” He gestured to the box for you to hold it. He turned it around before setting it in your hands. He grabbed the ends of the chain before letting it dangle in front of both of your faces for a moment. He stepped around you and wrapped it around your neck and tied the chain together. “Peter, I can’t take this. It was your mother’s.”

You loved looking at it when his mother wore it. Decorated in gold leaf, the heart had a shine to it when put in the right light. It was often distracting when the king and the queen were in meetings. Whenever Peter’s mother would move the right way, the pendant would glimmer on the walls and glow in your eyes.

“It was a gift that my father gave to my mother. It was a promise to her, that only she held his heart.” Peter’s parents were lucky. They both followed through with the rules of marrying royalty, but they fell in love quickly. It was rare for the royal family to have so much love in it. Usually, a lady would marry up for a title and the lords would marry up for power and sex. But Peter’s parents were different. And so was he. “Now, it’s my promise to you,” he said in your ear, brushing your hair to the side before connecting his lips to the sweet spot under your ear.

You were both still standing in the middle of the forest, but neither had a care in the world at this moment. Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he began nipping and sucking on the place right under your ear. Your hand flew back to his curls, pulling on them hard. His attack on your neck moved to your shoulder. Peter’s hands were still tight around your waist, but one came up to pull the fabric off of your shoulder. The neckline wouldn’t allow him to and you felt him pause. You opened your eyes, head still resting on his shoulder. He was looking at you, eyes asking, pleading for permission to keep going. Your answer was given in one swift movement. The hand that wasn’t in his hair reached the top of your dress and your fingers worked the first button out of place. Peter was mesmerized by you as you kept going down your dress, watching your fingers mess with each button. It was only then that Peter noticed that you had taken off your corset and not put it back on. In a fit of hunger, he yanked the dress off of your shoulder and reattached his lips to your skin. When you had unbuttoned your gown enough that it could fall off on its own, your other hand also found Peter’s hair. You played with the curls just like you had done the night of his parents' funeral, twirling them in your fingers, yanking them. Every time Peter sucked a little too hard, you let out a mewl, arching your neck a little more, hoping he would retreat his kisses back there once again. Peter noticed what movements made you quiver and make sweet sounds, so he continued with the same actions. He noticed that the fabric keeping you clothed was beginning to slip down your torso, revealing your chest and shoulders to the open air. Peter could feel himself grow hard at the sight of you, bare and giving yourself to him. After today, the tension between the two of you was high and it seemed that both of you knew exactly what to do to relieve that tension.

“Peter, please…” you begged.

Peter hadn’t realized he had stopped his movements. Noticing his neglect to your body, he spun you, your dress falling off completely, leaving you completely naked in front of Peter.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, pulling you into him. You could feel him, hard on the inside of your thigh. His mouth started to move along your jaw, cupping your breasts. He squeezed the left, making you moan. Peter could only reply with groans against the side of your neck. Your hands moved along his chest, squeezing his shoulders and gripping his shirt. Peter could feel your nails digging into his skin through the fabric. Your hands kept traveling down towards the hem, crawling up underneath, sending shivers down his spine. Your hands were warm, but your fingertips were a little cold. It didn’t matter though, your touch was setting him on fire.

“Take it off,” you breathed out. Peter stopped kissing you, disconnecting from your body. Lifting one arm over his head to reach the back neckline, he yanked the piece of clothing over his head, making you internally gawk at the sight of him. He was perfect. Training had definitely done him well.

Watching him undress, you laid down on your dress that was strewn out across the grass. The veins in his arms popped as he undid his belt. The bulge in his pants was evident and the wet spot on your underwear didn’t go missed by him either. He pulled down his pants, boxers and all, leaving him utterly exposed. All for you. Peter kneeled down to lay over top of you. You were laying down, only sitting up with your elbows. At first, you thought that Peter was going to kiss you, but he only stared at the necklace that lay on your chest. His fingers caressed the intricacy, tickling your skin along with it. Peter was holding himself up over top of you with only one arm, but it didn’t phase him. His fingers drug slowly, moving down inch by inch as he took in your body. Your eyes had followed his every movement, while his stayed on you, wanting to watch your reaction to everything he did to you. Once he reached the band of your panties, he stopped. Your attention moved to Peter, who was already looking at you.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he muttered kindly.

“I want this,” you assured, before leaning up to connect his lips to yours.

In a hungry fit for dominance, your teeth clashed and before long, Peter’s tongue had slipped past your lips. Your arms were getting sore from holding yourself up, so you laid down completely, Peter following your movements. His hand was still on the band of your underwear and, quite frankly, you were getting impatient. Now that both hands were free, you placed one on Peter’s cheek, pulling his face closer if it was possible, and the other over top of the hand waiting by your navel. Peter felt your fingertips ghost over the top of his hand. You pushed his hand slightly out of the way, enough for your hand to slip into your pants. His hand followed yours like a lost dog and began to pull down your underwear, both of you finally being uncovered in front of each other.

“Fuck,” Peter groaned, seeing you dripping for him. He swore you couldn’t get any prettier than the moment he laid his thumb on your clit. You jolted, feeling his fingertips brush your most sensitive spot. It was like a charge of electricity you had never felt before. Sure, you had touched yourself before, but knowing that Peter was the one making you feel good made it all the better.

“God, Peter, do something,” you whined after he had been teasing you for a while.

“So impatient,” he teased, smiling into the kiss before moving down your jaw. He wanted to have fun with you, but he was also getting a bit impatient. He knew that neither of you had done this before. In the world that you both grew up in, it was frowned upon to have sex before marriage and you would be labeled as impure if anyone found out. Even though he wanted to hurry into it, he wanted you to be prepared so it wouldn’t hurt as much, as long as you still wanted this. His fingers moved further down, splitting your folds before inserting a finger inside. He could feel your walls clenching slightly as he pumped his finger in and out at a slow speed. You were relaxed enough, but you needed to be less tense to make sure that he wouldn’t hurt you. “Ease up, angel. I’ve got you.”

Peter was driving his finger into you at a faster speed now, making you arch your back and make the most obscene sounds you had ever made. But he was evidently liking it because you soon felt him rubbing his dick on the inside of your thigh for relief. His movements slowed down when you felt him insert another finger into your tight hole.

“Feels so good, Pete.” Your fingers were digging into the grass beneath you, dirt finding its way under your nails. You felt ready to snap, the friction between your walls and Peter’s fingers making you feel on top of the world.

“I know, baby. You close?”

Your throat was tight so you decided to respond with a nod. Peter’s movements sped up with your answer, causing the pressure to break, sending a wave of pleasure to course through your body. Your eyes fluttered shut and shakes racked your body. Peter helped ride you through your high, keeping his unoccupied hand rubbing circles on your hip, whispering encouragements in your ear. When you felt your heart slow again to a somewhat normal pace, you felt him slip his fingers out of you to bring them to his mouth. You could’ve cum again just from the sight of him tasting you.

“You did great,” he said quietly.

Getting antsy, you grabbed a hold of his cock, the tip red, desperate for your attention. You moved your hand up and down, little by little leading it to where it belonged. Peter watched you in awe, as the shy girl he had gotten to know over the last few weeks turned into this confident young woman. However, the small girl returned when your movements paused, looking at Peter.

“Peter, I-I don’t…I’ve never…”

He laid his forehead against yours. “It’s okay,” he laughed lightly. “Neither have I.” He took a hard gulp. “But I want to learn. With you.”

Your puppy eyes looked up at him as you felt a little pressure at your opening. It was an unfamiliar feeling, different from his fingers. At first, it didn’t hurt, but the moment Peter started to push, your face contorted from the burning sensation. He quit moving immediately, having been watching your expression with every move he made.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you almost whimpered. “Just have to adjust.”

“Take all the time you need, princess.”

When you gave him a gentle nod, he continued to push further in. The deeper he got the more pain you felt, but he was kind enough to pause every time. His hand was running over your skin, trying to help put your focus elsewhere. When he bottomed out, you both let out a groan, your eyes fluttering shut in relief and in satisfaction. You could feel Peter much better now, every ridge and vein on his cock. You had never experienced any intimacy like this before, but you felt closer to Peter than you ever had before. It was like at that moment everything clicked, like two pieces to a puzzle were finally put together, like two finally became one. You felt whole and complete with Peter, something that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Looking into his eyes at this moment, you knew that Peter was it for you.

“You can move,” you mumbled, almost too soft for Peter to hear, but he understood when you started to move yourself on his cock.

He started slow, hovering his lips over your own. His hand had traveled to your thigh, rubbing up and down in a calming way in an effort to make the pain…well, less painful. It didn’t do much besides reassure you that you were in safe arms, but you appreciated it nonetheless. You knew that your first time was going to hurt, but not this much. You thought that as it continued, the pain would turn to pleasure, but it didn’t…so far. Peter moved his hand that was previously on your thigh to your clit to rub circles, the pain eased up a little, making you arch your back. He sped up his movements a little, noticing that you were more comfortable.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned.

His thrusts were becoming harder, faster, reaching deeper inside you. Peter had pulled you closer to him, closer than you already were, moving his lips along your jaw, down to your neck, along your chest. His hands never seemed to leave your body, and he never wanted to. Your toes curled, mimicking the motion of your fingers in the grass. Your legs found their way around his waist as the pain began to melt into pleasure. It still hurt, you weren’t going to lie, but Peter was making it easier to deal with.

“Fucking hell, so good for me,” he grunted into your neck as he felt your pussy clench around him.

The sight of him pulling out and pushing back into you was a memory that you wanted to relive over and over, with him and only him. Both of you were close and Peter could sense it. His actions sped up a little, not too rough and just slow enough to make you feel like the only girl in the world.

“Faster, please Peter,” you mewled, begging for release. You were so close, your orgasm just out of reach.

“As you wish, princess.”

His movements sped a little, using the same force. You were ready to collapse under the feeling. Suddenly, you felt the band snap, your body filled with ecstasy. Peter felt you cum around him, moaning your name as if it were a prayer, and releasing himself inside of you. He fucked you through both of your highs and stayed still for a few moments, tangled together on your dress, sweat dripping from Peter’s forehead, and your lips open in an effort to catch your breath.

Peter rolled over, carefully pulling out so as not to hurt you worse. There wasn’t much out here, but Peter rummaged through your bag before finding a cloth and a small blanket. Taking the rag, he cleaned himself and you up. He was careful with you, still sensitive to the touch. You lightly winced, but Peter caught it.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” you said as you looked at him.

You still hadn’t moved from your spot on your dress. You were sure it was ruined, with blood and cum stains, and you didn’t have anything else to wear.

“Peter, I-I don’t have anything else to put on. This was my only dress.”

He gave you a soft look before reaching over to the area near your bag. He handed you a cloth, which you soon realized was his shirt. He reached under your back and let you grab one hand to help you sit up. You flinched as you moved, relying heavily on his strength to keep you up. He took the shirt that was sitting in your lap and told you to lift your arms. You did as he said, breathing in his scent as he slipped his shirt over your head.

“Is that good?” he asked, smoothing the clothing over your torso and massaging your arms.

“Yeah, thank you.” You started avoiding his gaze, not having the confidence to look in his eyes. You were beginning to have doubts, though you knew they were pointless. What if this was what Peter wanted all along? Now that he had you, was he going to get rid of you or out you to Lord Stark? Get you in trouble? Or was it possible that he actually did love as much as he said that he did? You did get his mother’s necklace from him, something that you both held special. But even if you did want to be together, what risks would come now that you WERE together like people would have expected? Were you together though?

Peter must’ve seen your mind wandering, your hands clenching and eyebrows knitting together. His hand reached under your chin, sitting down next to you. “What’s on your mind, darling?”

You stayed quiet for a few moments, only making a sound when you moved your legs that were tired from sitting in the same position for so long. You still didn’t look him in the eyes, only enjoying the feeling of his hand on your skin. “Do you really love me?”

Peter was baffled by your question. Did he not just give you the one thing he couldn't give to anyone else? Did he not just spend the whole day with you to prove to you how much you meant to him? Did he not tell you repeatedly or enough just how much he loved you?

“Y/N, do you remember when I was so worried the night before my crowning? And you came in, willing to help me prepare. You helped me run through my questions, helped me memorize my answers. But there was one question that stung every time I answered it. Anytime I had to bring up the mention of a future Queen, or a future spouse, I always felt something tickling the back of my brain, my heart. Something telling me that those words felt wrong.” He paused, taking time to reposition his hand on your face to caress your cheek. Instinctively, your head lay in his hold. “Ever since the night of my birthday, when I opened up the package that held this ring…” He held up his left hand, the band still sitting on his ring finger. “...I knew why it hurt so bad. It was because I wanted that wife to be you. I needed it to be you. But I knew and still know that the law won’t allow it.” Your face turned downcast. “Hey, look at me.” Your gaze finally met him, looking in the eyes that felt like home. “That doesn’t matter to me anymore. I will fight for your place by my side. It’s where you belong.”

He slid his hand under your jaw, the tips of his fingers grazing the baby hairs on the back of your neck. Locking his lips with yours one last time for the night, he laid you both down in the grass. You cuddled yourself into his side, feeling the warmth radiating off of his body. His arms wrapped around your figure, keeping you warm in the cold breeze under the stars.

“I love you…please know that,” Peter mumbled.

You knew that tonight, falling asleep in his hold, would be a night that signaled many new beginnings for your relationship with Peter.

Your side stung from laying on the grass all night, but that pain soon faded when you realized that Peter was wrapped around you. You were both still laying on your ruined dress, crumpled from your slumber, and in his clothes. The sun was just starting to come up from the top of the trees, the far edge of the clearing illuminated by the morning light. Peter’s chest was against your back, so you turned your body slightly, not enough to wake him, but enough to be able to see his face. He looked so peaceful sleeping. Using the hand not under your head, you reached back to move your fingers along his jaw, up the side of his face to rub behind his ear. He jolted slightly from the newfound feeling of your cold touch, but soon fell content again when he felt you rub the space behind his ear like you had done the first night you spent together, the night that changed his life for the better. Peter felt you turn in his grasp, shifting your body to face him. Your fingers resumed their circular pattern around his ear as soon as you felt comfortable on your other side. Peter was trying to hold his composure, attempting to not smile. He didn't want you to know he was awake quite yet because he wanted this moment to last a little longer. When you hit a certain spot under his ear, it began to tickle, making it harder for him to keep his sleeping facade on.

"I know you're awake…" you mumbled.

Peter opened his eyes slowly in defeat. "Why didn't you say anything?" he groaned before moving his hand from your waist to your thigh. His thumb moved over your skin softly, causing you to want more of his touch. You were impossibly close, but you needed more of his warmth.

"You look peaceful sleeping…Plus, you needed it. I know you haven't slept a lot since the funeral."

He chuckled quietly, letting his eyes scan over your features. Your skin was glowing, compared to the glossy tone from last night. Your lips were slightly chapped, but that wasn't new. You always bit your lip when you were nervous. But your eyes… They carried something new, but he couldn't quite tell what it was. He was too busy trying to figure it out to realize that you were saying his name.

"Peter!" you yelled softly. He snapped out of it when he felt your hand rest on the side of his face. "You okay? You zoned out…"

"Never better." He leaned in to place a soft kiss on your cheek, but you both jolted up when you heard the rustle of tree branches and leaves.

Your head rose quickly, accidentally knocking your head with Peter. You both groaned in pain, Peter checking to make sure it wouldn't bruise too badly. You whispered that you were okay, and cuddled into his side when Lord Stark and a bunch of others rode into the clearing on horses. Peter pulled you into his naked chest, trying to cover you as much as possible from the intruding group.

"Stark? What are you doing here?"

Tony stayed still for a moment, just staring at the both of you on the ground. Peter looked at you, fear in his eyes, and those emotions were easily reflected on your face too. Your gazes were ripped from one another's faces when Lord Stark spoke up.

"Put her in chains."

"WHAT?!" you both yelled.

Two guards walked up behind you and Peter and grabbed you, exposing your lower half. Peter scrambled up with your dress that you had laid atop that night to cover you up. He tried kicking the guards away, but every blow hurt you as well so he stopped. You already had chains around your wrists. The metal was cold and it dug into your skin. It didn't help that the guards had firm grasps on your upper arms that would definitely leave a bruise later. Peter was finally pulled away from you when Lord Stark dismounted his horse, putting him in a headlock to try and calm Peter down.

"Let go of me! Let GO! Get off of her!" Peter continued to struggle in Stark's hold for a few moments before giving up. Peter's arms stopped jabbing Tony in the torso and his legs began to fail at keeping him up. "Why are you doing this? How are you - how did you find me?"

"Simple," a voice said from behind him. A voice that Peter had learned to despise, now more than ever.

Your eyes were no longer on Peter but on the person behind him. MJ was on her horse and you sucked in a sharp breath when you saw what she had in her hand. She got off of her horse, breezing past Peter and making her way to you.

"We found this," she paused, holding up Peter's jacket that he had given you, "in her room. She was just going to be arrested for stealing royal property, but now that we know she's fucking the crown prince, not to mention MY betrothed, something a little more…permanent has to be put in place."

She gave you a smug grin before turning to face Peter. But his eyes weren't on her. They were on the jacket.

"You kept it…"

You smiled, nodding your head. The smile soon disappeared when you felt your body being jerked back, your heels scraping along the ground. One of the guards punched your wrecked dress into your gut, giving you something to keep you covered. He wrapped the cloth around your waist, letting his arms settle where Peter normally set his hands. And it made you feel sick.

“Get off of her! Y/N!”

You didn’t move a muscle, too scared to be hurt. Peter’s worried yell couldn’t even snap you out of it. MJ made her way over to you, the guard not taking his arms off you. The princess sauntered behind you before yanking your disheveled hair back. Her mouth was close to your ear and you could hear her heavy breath. Her hand that wasn’t in your hair slowly drug along your chest before lightly making its way to lightly grasp your neck.

“I oughta kill her myself, don’t you think Pete?”

“If you so much as hurt her, I will-”

“You’ll what?” MJ interrupted. “If the public knew about this, your weakness, which is that of a servant, your kingdom would fall like that.”

Peter’s jaw clenched and you could see it even from fifteen feet away. MJ waved her hand, signaling the guards to take you away. “Wait…” Peter stopped everyone. “At least let me say goodbye.”

You swore that you could have cried right there, but you didn’t want your brave face to drop in the presence of MJ. It was true that this was likely one of the last times that you’d see Peter and while you should feel regret you don’t. She waves to let Stark release him. Peter grasps his neck as soon as he is let go, allowing some air to return to his lungs. He looks broken as he makes his way to you, more broken than the man that you saw only weeks ago at his parents' funeral. The guards and MJ still had their hold on you, but Peter pulled you to him, away from them. Everyone but MJ moved, ready to grab hold of both of you again, but she held a hand up, letting you and Peter have a moment. It was ridiculous. The soldiers around you didn’t even belong to MJ, they belonged to Peter, and yet they didn’t seem so willing to listen to their own prince’s orders.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah…yeah,” you reassured not only yourself but Peter as well.

“I…What are we…I don’t know what to do…” he cried to you.

The truth is that you didn’t know what to do either. Both of you knew that something like this happening was a possibility when you started to be around one another. You both knew what risks would come and what would happen, especially to you, if you were caught. However, you wouldn’t change a single thing. Peter was your person and no amount of jail cells or shackles would keep you from loving him. A steady stream of tears were falling from his face now, and you were sure that a few stray drops were falling from your eyes too.

“Peter, can you take off the necklace?” He looked surprised for a second before mumbling a silent yes and reaching behind your neck to unclasp the chain. He held it in his hands, not sure what your plan was. “Keep it safe for me…please?”

Peter looked scorned. Why would you give the one thing you probably had left of him back to him? “What?... Why?”

“I…” You didn’t know what to say. You knew that it was very unlikely that you would ever see Peter again before your execution, but you didn’t want to break him any more than he already was. “I just…want you to hold onto it for me. I’ll wear it proudly when you get me out of here.”

Peter could tell your words were filled with false hope, but God, did he want them to be true. He definitely wasn’t going to let you just die. He would obviously do everything in his power to get you out of there, but he didn’t know how much either of you could do without risking the whole kingdom in the process.

“I promise.” He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe to give you a small sliver of hope too.

Soon enough, he was watching you be thrown into a horse-drawn cage that was used to hold prisoners on the move and the rest of the soldiers and horses make their way out of the clearing. The last thing he saw before he began to bawl was a smirk painted on the princess’s face.

Standing in the meadow with only your muddied bag from the horses and your necklace in hand, Peter broke down in the meadow, not sure if the broken pieces could be put back together this time.

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