Request by LilFlower416 (Wattpad)

I haven't done a smut in awhile so here's a sorta sēggşÿ time for y'all

I hate myself but what's new

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

"Darrrrrrrllllllliiiiiinnnnnnnn'!" Harley sang, walking into Peter's bedroom and closing the door. The brunette blushed, grinning.

"Now? Harls, it's almost midnight!" Despite his words, Peter had a wide smile on his face.

"Well... I guess we'll just have to be quiet then," Harley shrugged. Peter giggled, nodding. The blond climbed onto the bed, sitting over his boyfriend.

"How are you always this horny?" Peter laughed, shaking his head.

"You do this to me, darlin', I just can't get enough of you," Harley purred, leaning down to press quick kisses against his lover's neck, while his hands slid underneath Peter's hoodie and explored the smaller boy's chest and torso excitedly.

"Mm, Harls, you know I love this, but can we-" Harley latched onto Peter's neck and started sucking, causing the brunette to falter for a moment. "Ah- can we get a safe word first?" Harley stopped, admiring the fresh hickey that would certainly bruise later.

"Mhm, sure darlin', whatever you want."

"How about... maybe something simple this time, like... chapstick." Harley shook his head, frowning.

"But what if we want to say something about chapstick?"

"I-" Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "I don't even wanna know. Alright, then how about... lightbulb?"

"That works," Harley agreed. "Now, can we-"

"Yeah, yeah, you horny asshole," Peter shook his head, a light smile gracing his lips. Harley smirked, opening his mouth. "I swear, if you say what I think you will, you're going back to your room."

"Aw, darlin', you don't want to hear-"

"I do not." Peter insisted. Harley chuckled, nodding.

"Fair enough." The southern boy was already shirtless, but he checked for Peter's permission before taking off the brunette's hoodie. He peppered kisses all over the smaller boy's exposed chest, causing a fit of giggles to escape Peter's lips.

"Harls!" He exclaimed, in-between giggles and gasps for breath. "St-" He cut himself off with another string of giggles. "Stop!" Peter was laughing, struggling to catch his breath. Harley grinned, laying on top of his lover. Once Peter had stopped giggling, he connected their lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Both boys could feel the love shared between them.

"God, you're perfect," Harley murmured, staring at Peter with admiration glimmering in his ocean-blue eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," the brunette replied, smiling softly. Harley smirked, leaning towards Peter's ear.

"And I can't wait to absolutely wreck you." The smaller boy shivered with anticipation, eyes wide and focused on Harley as the blond got out a condom and lube, stripping to his underwear. "Pants?" Peter nodded, letting Harley tug his sweatpants down to his ankles. The southern boy climbed back onto the bed, grabbing Peter's thighs gently. The brunette felt a hint of unease wash over him, but he brushed it off.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, darlin'," Harley insisted, dipping his fingers under the waistband of Peter's underwear. The smaller boy felt the slightest apprehension, but he knew Harley would never force him into anything. "Can I...?"

"Yeah." His voice was quiet, with the tiniest quiver to it. The blond pulled Peter's underwear down, tossing them to the floor excitedly. He moved his hand down, making eye contact with the brunette before gently pushing a finger in. Peter immediately flinched away, feeling a wave of terror slam against him.

"Lightbulb! Lightbulb..." Harley frowned, moving away from the shaking boy. Peter hugged his knees against his chest, taking a deep breath.

"Peter?"

"Sorry, I'm sorry..." Harley tentatively placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.

"Hey, no, it's ok darling'. You have nothing to be sorry for, that's why we have the safe word," he cooed, feeling the smaller boy lean into his touch. "You ok?"

"Yeah," Peter breathed, sitting up. "Can we... can we just cuddle? I don't really want..."

"Of course, love, I think some cuddling might be nice." Harley climbed into bed, encouraging the brunette to join him. Peter crawled up, curling into the southern boy's side with a sigh. Harley pulled the covers over them, running his hand through his boyfriend's messy curls soothingly.

"Thank you, Harls," Peter mumbled, yawning.

"No problem, darlin'. As long as you're happy." The smaller boy didn't respond, but Harley could see the faint smile gracing his lips as he fell asleep. And maybe they didn't get the sex they were going for, but both of them were happy. And that was good enough.


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