Request by oliveistrash1 (Wattpad)

This is an older request and I'm sorry I didn't get to it sooner but here you go

*glances at 12 missing assignments* hmmm... let's write some smut

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

"Thank you, Harls," Peter smiled, admiring the soft candlelight and scattered rose petals. "I love it."

"I knew you would, darlin'." Harley climbed onto the bed, the smaller boy leaning back as Harley got on top of him. "So, having me as a tour guide wasn't as bad as you expected, hmm?"

"Oh no, it was terrible," Peter grinned. "But this part, I like."

"Well, we're in agreement there." The blond pulled his shirt off, tilting Peter's chin up and planting a kiss on his lips. "Mmm, salty... french fries?"

"Shut up." The brunette pouted, holding back laughter. "Shirt?" He raised his arms, Harley pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it. He pressed his lips to Peter's now-bare chest, leaving a trail of kisses (and a few well placed hickeys) down his torso.

"I just love you so much." The southern boy stared at Peter, admiring his lover. "You're absolutely perfect." The smaller boy's cheeks heated up, reddening in color.

"I love you too," he mumbled, trying to shrink into Harley.

"Aww, cuddles?" Peter nodded. "Ok, darlin'." The pair spent a few moments just enjoying each other's silent company, until Peter tapped Harley's nose. "Hmm?"

"Ok, you can fuck me now." The blond choked, coughing. The smaller boy laughed.

"Well, when you word it like that..." Harley wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Harls!" Peter whined. The southern boy held up his hands in defense.

"Ok, ok." He leaned over the brunette, whispering into his ear. "Pants. Off. Now." A shiver ran through Peter's body, hands immediately reaching for his pants, kicking them off. "Eager, aren't we?" The smaller boy gave Harley puppy dog eyes, silently begging. "I hear ya, darlin'." He pressed a sweet kiss to Peter's nose.

"Harley!"

"Keep whining and I'll make sure you really feel it later," the southern boy growled lowly, Peter immediately shutting up with wide eyes. Harley nodded, kissing the smaller boy's forehead. "Good boy." Peter sat in stunned silence, giving the blond enough time to get his pants off.

"Now, why don't we get started?" Harley leaned over the brunette, grinning. "Hmm?" Peter let out a whine, squirming and bucking his hips up. The southern boy smirked, pushing him down with a gentle, but firm, hand on the smaller boy's chest. "Ah ah ah," Harley tutted, shaking his head. "So needy..." Peter's eyes widened, staring up in shock.

"Harls-" his breathing was slightly heavy, eyes dilated.

"Enough teasing, darlin'?" He grinned.

"Shut up," Peter mumbled, crossing his arms. His cheeks were tinted pink.

"Mmm... no. But I will make you feel good." The brunette groaned, shaking his head.

"Then why aren't you doing that right now?" He retorted. Harley raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"If you say so, darlin'." The blond tugged Peter's underwear down to his ankles, the smaller boy kicking them off. "Already hard, huh?" The hot embarrassment made its way back to Peter's cheeks. "You like being teased, hmm?"

"Staaap." He covered his face with his hands. "I am not talking about this right now."

"Alright, alright. But don't think I won't bring it up later." Peter scoffed.

"Yeah, good luck with that, I won't be awake."

"When you're awake, darlin'. But yeah, I'll make sure you sleep well tonight," Harley wiggled his eyebrows. Peter looked the taller boy in the eye, reaching for the band of Harley's underwear.

"Harlllss!" The blond grabbed Peter's hand, pinning both his arms down.

"Wanna try that again?" The smaller boy immediately submitted. Harley let Peter's arms go, taking off his own underwear. He reached over to grab the lube and a condom that he set out earlier, placing it closer to them. He coated his fingers in lube, gently pushing his index finger inside Peter. The smaller boy squirmed a little, quickly adjusting.

"Harley?" Peter asked nervously. "Would you... would you go extra hard today?" The blond tilted his head, inserting another finger.

"Extra hard?" He paused to consider this for a moment. "As in- you want me to wreck you?"

"Yesss," Peter answered quickly, a slight moan to his voice. "Wreck me." Harley had to stop himself from completely losing it right there.

"Oh, darlin', this is really hot," he breathed, eagerly pushing in a third finger. The brunette let out a short sigh, head already lolled back. Harley was a little worried, knowing how worn out Peter got after sex. "Maybe we should have a safe word?"

"Mhm," Peter hummed. "Sure. How about..." He glanced around the room, looking for a word to use. "Ummm..."

"How about spaghetti?" Harley suggested. Peter shrugged, silently agreeing. "Alright, don't be afraid to use it." The blond curled his fingers inside Peter, causing a small yelp of surprise from the smaller boy. Harley grinned. "Found it."

"Mmph-" Peter breathed shakily. "Harls..."

"You're ready?" The brunette nodded. Harley pulled his fingers out, a quiet whine from Peter. He quickly rolled on the condom, coating it in even more of the lube before climbing back over Peter and hooking the smaller boy's legs over his shoulders.

"Remember the safe word, darlin'." The southern boy lined up, glancing at the brunette nervously before pushing in slowly. Normally, Harley wouldn't be nervous, but he was scared of accidentally hurting Peter, or taking it too far. Taking a breath, he placed a hand on Peter's stomach to steady them both. He pushed all the way in, watching the smaller boy carefully.

"Darlin'?"

"I'm ready." Peter took a deep breath, Harley starting out slow, like he normally did. He sped up earlier than usual, seeing Peter's head loll back with a moan. The blond got rougher, slamming into Peter mercilessly. The smaller boy's mouth was slightly open, caught in a gape. Harley felt Peter tense up under him, an endless string of moans escaping his lips. With a loud gasp and another moan, the brunette came, immediately collapsing. Harley was still ramming into the smaller boy, going harder and faster than he had in his entire life. When he finally released, he collapsed on top of Peter to catch his breath.

"Darlin'? You ok, love?" The blond questioned worriedly. Peter mumbled incoherently, head falling to the side. "Alright, I'll take care of you, just give me a moment." Even Harley was feeling worn out, he couldn't even imagine how Peter must've felt. With a sigh, the southern boy got up, pulling out. The brunette groaned, legs kicking weakly.

"Hurts," he mumbled. Harley nodded, seeing how red his butt was.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Cleaning up, Harley grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with warm water. He wiped up the cum on Peter's stomach, throwing the cloth into the laundry. The blond pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, grabbing another pair for the smaller boy.

"No. Hurts," Peter groaned, Harley frowning.

"No pants? I picked out soft ones."

"No," the brunette murmured. Harley nodded, climbing into bed to cuddle with Peter. He backed off when a sharp yelp escaped the smaller boy.

"Darlin'?" Harley asked, concern written all over his face. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Mm." Peter slowly moved into a comfortable position, head tucked against Harley's chest with a content sigh.

"Ok, love." The southern boy smiled fondly, kissing the top of Peter's head and rubbing a hand up and down his arm. "Goodnight."


ah we are not going back to read that mess

Uhhh I hope it was readable idk my brain is screwed up

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