request by ItSmYwAyToDoThInGs and BananaBaloon (Wattpad)

I'm a little disappointed this is the 68th chapter and not the 69th but oh well

Ok so there are 2 types of people that read these smut chapters: the kinky and the asexuals (and I love you all)

This connects to the wedding and TikTok AU but can stand alone

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

Harley carried Peter to where their limo was parked, the driver opening the door for them. The guests were dispersing, some heading to their cars, others looking around to find the newlyweds. The blond grabbed 20 bucks, offering it to the driver.

"Here, take this, go get yourself something to eat at the cafe. We're going to be here for awhile, don't come back until..." Harley checked the time, thinking for a moment. "Maybe 4:30 or 4:45. Enjoy!" The driver looked confused, shrugging and accepting the money. Peter was placed on the seat, Harley climbing in after and closing the door. "Should we lock it?"

"Yes, obviously!" The smaller boy exclaimed.

"Alright, alright." The lock clicked, the southern boy turning back to Peter with a smirk. "Hey, darlin'."

"Hi," the brunette breathed softly, doe eyes wide and focused on Harley.

"You look so handsome all dressed up like that... but I think I'd rather see you without clothes," Harley remarked, pushing Peter down with a firm, yet gentle hand. He sat on top of the smaller boy, undoing Peter's bowtie before taking off his own tie. Harley shrugged his jacket off, taking Peter's off as well and tossing them both into the other seat.

"Wait wait, Harls," the brunette grabbed Harley's hands, stopping him from taking it any further. "Do you have a condom? And preferably lube?" The blond let out a short laugh, getting up and pulling both items out of his jacket pocket.

"Of course, who do you think I am?" Peter nodded, impressed.

"Fair enough, carry on." Harley unbuttoned Peter's undershirt, caressing his chest and running his fingers over the smaller boy's faint abs. Both shirts were added to the growing pile of clothes. Under Harley's weight, Peter squirmed. The southern boy grabbed his wrists, and pinned him down in one swift movement. The brunette let out a whine, practically begging for Harley.

"Woah woah woah," the taller boy tutted, bringing his head down close to Peter. "Only good boys get rewarded. Are you going to be a good boy for me?" The brunette turned pink, eyes wide and focused on Harley.

"Yes," he whispered, barely six inches between their faces.

"Good." The southern boy smiled, connecting their lips and tongues in a battle for dominance (which Harley quickly won). Peter moaned into the kiss, sending goosebumps down Harley's spine. They broke apart, the blond putting his hands all over Peter's chest.

"That was really hot, darlin'." The smaller boy smiled, looking up at Harley with an innocent glint in his eyes (it really was incredible how innocent Peter looked, especially after all the stuff they had done together).

"Wanna do it again?" The blond wasted no time in connecting their lips, tongues once again at war. Peter moaned again, grabbing at Harley's back and shoulders. The southern boy was loving every second of their kiss, but he broke away with a soft sigh.

"Mm, you're so beautiful darlin'," he smiled. Harley leaned back down to kiss Peter's nose, the brunette's eyes not leaving his for a second. "Well... I told the driver 4:45, maybe we should..."

"Yeah," Peter murmured, nodding. Harley got up off of the smaller boy, both of them taking their shoes off and adding their pants to the pile of clothes in the other seat. "Underwear?" Peter wondered.

"May I?" Harley questioned, dipping his fingers under Peter's waistband. The smaller boy shivered with anticipation, Harley pulling off the underwear quickly, adding both pairs to the pile. "Oh darlin'... I can't wait to wreck you in this limo..." Before Peter could respond, he was pushed down onto the seat, arms pinned above his head. "Ready?"

"Ready," the brunette confirmed. Harley moved them around, hooking Peter's legs over his shoulders. He was gentle, keeping a watchful eye on the smaller boy as he pushed in a first finger. Peter's reaction was minimal, this wasn't exactly a rare occasion after all. Harley added two more fingers, murmuring soft praise to the brunette.

"Ok, darlin', you think you're really ready now?" The southern boy questioned, curling his fingers inside Peter. He jolted a little, whining quietly.

"Yeah... yeah," he breathed, eyes wide and focused on Harley. The taller boy nodded, pulling his fingers out while Peter whimpered at the loss.

"Be patient darlin', I don't want to hurt you." Harley rolled on the condom and poured on some of the lube before lining up and starting to push in. He leaned over, connecting their lips to distract the smaller boy. Peter let out a shaky breath after they broke apart, reaching for Harley's hand.

"Hey, hey, are you ok?" The blond asked with concern. The smaller boy closed his eyes, nodding. "Was that too fast? Do you need me to pull out?" Peter frowned, opening his soft brown eyes.

"No... no. I'm ok, just... take it slow." Harley squeezed Peter's hand, waiting a moment before starting to rock in and out slowly. He kept a careful eye on his lover, watching the pain turn to pleasure. "Haaaaarrrrrrllllleeeeeyyyyy," he moaned throatily, eyes rolling back and mouth open in an "o" shape.

"Oh, darlin'," Harley chuckled breathily, going faster. He was pounding into the smaller boy, who was practically putty in his hands. Sweat broke out at the blond's hairline, Peter still a moaning, gasping mess. With a short yell, he came, releasing all over his stomach and chest. The southern boy thrusted into Peter, hard, following suit.

"Ungh," Peter mumbled, collapsing. His eyes fluttered shut. Harley frowned, tapping the brunette's cheek gently.

"Peter, darlin'?" Harley called. "Baby?" Peter groaned, turning his head to the other side.

" 'm ok," Peter mumbled, blinking his unfocused eyes. Harley frowned.

"Are you sure? You seem a little too out of it..." He brushed a gentle hand against the brunette's cheek, Peter leaning into the touch.

"Cuddle," the smaller boy murmured. Harley sighed, smiling softly.

"Why don't we get you cleaned up first? It'll be more comfortable," he offered.

"Then cuddle?" Peter's voice was quiet and so innocent sounding, the blond couldn't help but quietly "awe."

"Yes of course, anything for my baby boy." Harley kissed the top of his head, pulling out and tying the condom off. He grabbed the to go pack of wet wipes from his jacket pocket, feeling proud of himself for thinking of everything. Harley quickly wiped off Peter's body, cleaning off the sticky liquid. Now he had a used condom and dirty wipe... his eyes traveled to the limo's little trash can. The poor driver... but he couldn't just leave it sitting around, that was much worse. He tossed them out, returning to cuddle Peter.

"Mmm," the brunette hummed happily. Just then, the driver came back, getting in and using a comm to talk to them (thank god, since they were still in the back butt naked).

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes, thank you," Harley replied, grateful for the privacy partition. They felt the limo start, pulling out of the parking lot and starting on the way back to their home.

About 30 minutes later, they were back, Peter still half asleep in the seat. Harley got up, putting his clothes back on (loosely). He shook the smaller boy gently, trying to get him up.

"C'mon, don't you want to cuddle in bed?" Harley persuaded, quickly dressing the brunette. Peter just groaned in response, head falling onto Harley's shoulder sleepily. "Alright... I can carry you." Peter wrapped his arms around Harley's neck, the taller boy holding him up by his upper thighs. He tipped and thanked the driver before carrying Peter inside and to bed, both of them collapsing onto the bed.

"Clothes?" The brunette questioned, frowning. "No..." Harley chuckled, undressing the smaller boy and himself so they could cuddle naked under the sheets.

"I love you, darlin'," the southern boy smiled, kissing Peter's forehead.

"Love you too, Harls."


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