y'all have no idea how embarrassed I am to be writing part of this during class 😳✋

***continuation of "Fixer-Upper"***

TW: they fuck. Its smut.

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

They had finally done it. After a month of painstaking work and hard labor (plus a weekend of design and painting), they were finally done. Their fixer-upper was just a regular house now, a gorgeous building with an even more stunning interior.

You really had to hand it to Peter and Harley, they really did a good job. No corners were cut, no detail was left out. Just a perfect, mostly empty house. They had a bed, and the bathrooms were functional. The fridge was stocked with food as well. They hadn't gotten to the point of actually furnishing their new home yet, but that was ok.

So, when Harley reminded Peter of his promise, the smaller boy was quick to lead them upstairs to their bedroom.

"Our first time in our new house..." Peter murmured, pausing in the doorway. He turned, putting his hands flat against Harley's chest, the blond moving his arms to Peter's waist automatically.

"That it is, darlin'." Peter smirked, grabbing fistfuls of Harley's shirt and pulling him forwards, leading them to the bed. When Peter's legs hit the back of the mattress, Harley pushed him down onto the bed, leaning over his small frame.

"You said this would be the night of my life, yeah?" Peter blushed, but nodded to confirm. "Hmmm..."

"What're you thinking about?" He asked nervously.

"You. Riding me. Allllll night long." Peter blushed darker, hiding his face in his hands.

"Oh my god..." He peeked though his fingers at Harley, biting his lip. "All night long?" The blond let out a soft chuckle, smiling at his nervous boyfriend.

"Or, y'know, as long as we can," he added. Peter nodded with a sigh.

"Fuck... what happened to 'pounding me into the wall'?" Harley leaned down closer, whispering into Peter's ear.

"Wouldn't want to ruin the fresh paint, now would we?" The brunette shivered, letting out a quiet giggle.

"Harley it's white paint-"

"Shhhh, I can pound you into the wall another time. We do have an entire house to ourselves now, after all." A knee was placed in between Peter's legs, slowly inching up until it was against him.

"Oh god..." Peter grabbed onto Harley's shirt with a quiet whine. With a quick glance, the southern boy smirked, putting his hands on either side of Peter's head.

"What, you're already hard? You're such a whore for me, aren't you?"

"Please, Harls-"

"What do you want?"

"Y-you..."

"I'm right here, darlin'," Harley teased the smaller boy, pushing his knee further up.

"Ha-Harls pLEASe I-" Peter let out a moan, already like putty in Harley's hands. The blond knew exactly what he was doing to Peter. "HaH~ please-" When a strained whine escaped the brunette's throat, Harley pulled his knee back, leaving Peter to come back down by himself. When he reached out to finish the job, Harley smacked his hand away, shaking his head.

"No touching." Peter's hands curled into fists, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips.

"Edging?" He panted, groaning. "Really?" Harley grinned, shrugging.

"We're going to have so much fun tonight, darlin'." Peter forced himself to frown, crossing his arms. He wasn't upset, not really, but if Harley was going to tease him like that... he might as well fight fire with fire.

"Nope. Not anymore we're not." Peter sat up, crossing his legs tightly (and maybe trying to get himself off). Harley leaned back so he was sitting up on his legs, eyeing Peter carefully.

"No? Or... are you just being a little tease~?" Peter felt his face flush red with embarrassment. Harley leaned closer, putting a hand against Peter's chest with firm, yet gentle pressure. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing. I know you too well."

"I-I'm not doing anything!" He insisted, trying to sit as still as possible.

"Oh? So if you uncrossed your legs, it wouldn't make any difference?" Fuck, Harley was onto him. He was right, trying to trick the man who knew every inch of him wasn't exactly an easy feat.

"Shut up," Peter muttered.

"Aw, darlin'," Harley cooed, pressing a kiss to the tip of Peter's nose. "You're gonna ride me so well, baby. Gonna look so pretty bouncing on my dick~" he teased, leaning over Peter's lap.

"Fuck, Harls..." Peter groaned, holding onto Harley as they flipped so Harley was laying on his back while Peter sat over him. They were still fully clothed- at least they were, until Harley pulled his shirt off and encouraged Peter to do the same.

"I set out condoms and lube earlier, on the nightstand," Harley pointed to the left nightstand, where- sure enough- a bottle of lube stood tall next to a few condoms in a little pile. At Peter's look, Harley shrugged. "Just in case we want a round two." Peter silently reached to grab the lube and a condom, handing Harley the latter of the two.

The brunette bit his lip, taking the lube and pouring it on three of his fingers. He pushed them in slowly, one at a time, and started to stretch himself out. Harley watched with silent admiration as his boyfriend pleasured himself on his fingers, soft sounds of pleasure escaping his pretty lips.

"You're so beautiful, so handsome while you're finger fucking yourself, darlin'," Harley purred, smooth as honey. Peter let out a quiet moan, bouncing on his fingers until a hand grabbed his wrist, shaking his head.

"Ready for more?" Harley questioned, barely able to contain himself. Peter nodded, letting Harley pull his wrist away. He felt a bit empty, but knew from experience that it wouldn't last long. The condom was rolled on with practiced ease, and Peter took a slow breath before starting to lower himself onto Harley's length.

He felt the tip push into him slowly, and got excited, moving faster. It was a lot, all at once, and Peter had to stop to adjust, Harley about halfway in.

"It's ok baby, go slow. Don't hurt yourself," the blond murmured, grabbing Peter's hips and rubbing comforting circles into them. The smaller boy kept going, inhaling sharply when he was fully sitting on Harley's dick.

"Harls?"

"Whenever you're ready, darlin'." Peter nodded, slowly moving up before slamming back down with a loud moan. His pace was slow and unsteady at first, but he quickly developed a rhythm. Harley helped him out, thrusting his hips up as Peter came back down, hitting the brunette's prostate dead on.

"OoOhhHH FUCK!" He screamed out, feeling heat pool in his stomach. "I'm close-"

"Me too baby, me too." Harley's grip on Peter's hips had tightened, enough to bruise, but Peter didn't care. He was high on pleasure, riding Harley like his life depended on it. His pace got sloppier, and Harley thrust up particularly good, leaving both of them to release at the same time. With a groan, Peter laid against Harley's chest, closing his eyes.

"You rode me so well, baby," Harley praised, running his fingers through the brunette's hair. "You were so good." Peter just hummed in response, breathing heavily. "Alright... I'm gonna move you, ok? I'll get us cleaned up." Harley carefully flipped them over, so that Harley was on top. He pulled out, taking the condom off and tossing it in the bathroom garbage. He got himself cleaned first, before heading back to their bedroom with a warm washcloth.

"Awe, darlin'," Harley cooed, wiping off his lover's stomach. Peter was asleep, snoring so softly it was almost as if he wasn't at all. Harley threw the washcloth in the sink before climbing into bed with Peter, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy as he slept. He kissed Peter's forehead gently, sighing as he fell asleep as well.

i couldn't accurately tell you what just happened

Ummmmm anyways-