Request by Miyaforbes (Wattpad)
god I'm so exhausted it's like 3:30 am (5 nights in a row of this lets goooooo)
But anyway... sorry it took so long haha I am ✨sad✨
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
3rd Person P.O.V.
Harley and Peter sat at the table, eating the dino nuggets Harley had made. Peter found himself slipping in and out of his headspace, biting his lip and looking up at Harley.
"What's up, baby boy?" The brunette looked to the side awkwardly, struggling to stay on one side of his headspace.
"Um... I..." Harley raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly.
"Oh, I hear ya, darlin'. Why don't you head upstairs for me, hmm?" Peter squeaked, eyes wide. He stood up quickly, running up the stairs to Harley's bedroom (which they shared quite often). The brunette fidgeted with the hem of his sweater nervously. It had been awhile since he had slipped out of his headspace around Harley, and to be completely honest, he was anxious about how this was going to go.
"Oh daaaaarlinnnn'!" Harley sang, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked up the stairs. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his chest bare. "You wanna do this?" Peter nodded, eyes trailing from Harley's face downward. The blond raised an eyebrow, walking up to the smaller boy. He tilted Peter's head up gently, smirking. "My eyes are up here."
"R-right, sorry..." The brunette squeaked, turning red with embarrassment. Harley pressed a kiss to Peter's forehead, cradling the side of his face.
"You sure you're feeling up to this, baby? You seem a little off," he noted. The smaller boy climbed into Harley's arms, making an adorable pouty face. "Ok, ok, as long as you want it," he laughed, connecting their lips. Without breaking the kiss, Harley sat down on the bed, holding Peter against him. The brunette was placed on the southern boy's lap, tongues breaking into the kiss.
"Mmm..." Peter moaned, Harley moving his hands down to the smaller boy's butt and squeezing. They broke apart, breathing heavily. The blond moved to whisper into Peter's ear.
"I'm gonna wreck you, darlin'," he whispered, lips curling into a smirk. Peter's breath hitched, grabbing fistfuls of Harley's button up shirt. "You like that, huh? You like being daddy's baby boy? You like when daddy treats you like his little slut?" The brunette let out a needy whine, trying to stay on one side of his headspace. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want you," Peter mumbled, pupils dilated.
"Try again."
"I want you, daddy."
"Much better." Harley took the brunette's sweater off, tracing Peter's faint muscles with a finger. "You're so beautiful, baby boy," he murmured, pressing a quick peck to Peter's nose. The smaller boy giggled, scooting up on Harley's lap and giving his best doe eyes.
"Oh, darlin', you have to be patient," the southern boy smiled. "Take your clothes off for me, baby." Peter nodded enthusiastically, getting up to take off his pants and underwear, dropping them in a pile. Harley patted his lap, the brunette climbing up onto him.
"Hi," he whispered breathlessly, eyes wide.
"Hi, baby." Peter wrapped his legs around Harley's waist, arms draped over the blond's shoulders. Peter bumped their noses together, humming softly. With a grin, Harley kissed him, cradling the side of Peter's face. "Look at you, my baby boy," Harley clicked his tongue, admiring his boyfriend. "So pretty." The smaller boy blushed, laughing.
"Harls!"
"Yknow," Harley continued, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "I think you would look even prettier underneath me. Don't you agree?" Peter nodded slowly, eyes wide. "That's what I thought."
"Wait, wait." Harley looked at the smaller boy curiously. "Can I stay on your lap for a little longer?" Peter requested.
"Of course, baby, if that's what you want." He moved his hands down the brunette's naked body slowly, not breaking eye contact with Peter. "You ready to be prepped, baby?"
"Yes daddy," Peter whispered, holding onto the blond nervously. Harley started to push a finger in, the smaller boy squirming uncomfortably.
"Baby," the southern boy sighed. "You gotta relax, love."
"Sorry..." Harley pressed a kiss to Peter's forehead.
"It's ok, darlin', I just want you to feel good. And you're so tense, it won't be as good for you if you don't relax." The smaller boy nodded, biting his lip.
"It's just been a while..." Harley nodded, pulling his finger out.
"Ok, baby, here's what I'm going to do. You and I, we're going to make out, ok? And I'll prep you while we make out, so you aren't as tense. Sound ok?" Peter nodded, staring at Harley with wide, innocent doe eyes.
As planned, the pair made out, Harley prepping the smaller boy without much of a problem. Lips locked, Harley flipped around, Peter now lying on his back with the southern boy above him. The blond broke the kiss, taking his fingers out of Peter and getting a condom on.
"You ready, darlin'?" He questioned, getting the lube on.
"Yes daddy," Peter answered almost immediately, eyeing Harley's dick with a combination of excitement and nervousness.
"Good, baby." The southern boy hooked Peter's legs over his shoulders, getting ready. Glancing at the smaller boy, Harley pushed himself in slowly, watching the grimace on Peter's face. "You're doing so well, so good for me baby," Harley praised, seeing Peter's expression flicker.
Pausing for the brunette to adjust, Harley started to rock in and out slowly, picking up the pace after seeing the pained expression on Peter's face turn to one of pleasure. Now he was pounding into the smaller boy, fueled by the pleasured moans of his boyfriend.
Peter had his lips parted in an "o" shape, head lolled back. His toes curled from behind Harley's head, breath coming in quick pants as he got absolutely wrecked by the blond.
"Ngh... Harley!" Peter moaned.
"No baby, hold it just a little longer," Harley insisted, slamming into the smaller boy roughly. He kept going until Peter looked like he was about to pass out, giving the brunette permission. With a short yell, Peter released all over his stomach, Harley following suit. He rode out the high, pulling out and disposing of the soiled condom.
"Darlin'?" Harley asked.
"Ugnhgh," Peter groaned, eyes fluttering shut. Harley shook his head with a short laugh, cleaning Peter's stomach off with a damp cloth.
"Tired, baby?" He chuckled, getting no response. All cleaned up, Harley climbed into bed next to Peter, spooning the smaller boy. "Darlin'?" The brunette was already passed out, snoring softly. Harley smiled gently, kissing Peter's cheek lightly and cuddling up to fall asleep beside his boyfriend. "I love you."
wow that was not great
I don't really think ddlb is my thing (mostly cause I don't really know enough about it)
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