Who: Pansy Malfoy and Peter Parker When: Mid July Where: Their place! What: Living together Rating/Warning: This one's just smut, really. XD Status: Complete!
Pansy came out of the shower. One of the great things about living with Peter was that after toweling off, she could tug on his clothes without much effort. She simply stepped into the closet and dug around until she found a soft t-shirt, a pair of boxers. Then she wandered out into the living room, toweling off her hair. Sure, she’d mentioned on the boards that she hung around naked, but she wanted to have Peter’s smell all over her today.
Also, they needed beer. She’d been planning on going to the store, but after the craziness with zombies and whatever else, Pansy was exhausted. Her boss, John, had been off saving the world, so Pansy was keeping Red Planet together. It was tiresome, long hours, and few breaks. She was ready for some down time.
Thinking about the beer, Pansy flopped onto the sofa and stared up at the ceiling.
Peter pushed through the door, stumbling a bit as the keys remained in the doorknob. He was carrying several bags of things; which, granted, were not heavy for him anymore. Despite the stuff in them. But the awkward amount and size of the bags was a bit on the annoying side. He moved into the kitchen area and threw the bags up on top of the counter, looking at them all before grinning as he wiped his hands.
He then glanced towards Pansy, “While you were sleeping, I went for groceries... I think this enough. I don’t... really know how much is enough, but it seems like enough. I got beer, and uhm like food. A few different meats, and...” He shrugged before beginning to put things away.
“Eggs, milk, and that’s basically what I remember getting. It actually kind of just broke down into a bunch of snacks... chips, candy, and cookies...”
“Huh?” Pansy sat up and looked over the back of the sofa, then broke into a huge grin when she saw Peter coming in with the bags. “...I’m more in love with you now than ever before. You had me at beer.” She climbed up off the sofa and skipped around into the kitchen to help him dig through the bags.
“Oh my god. You’re going to make me fat.” Pansy was beaming, though, as she gave up on helping him unpack the groceries to tear into a package of cookies.
“I will not, because I’m also intending to keep you physically active,” He grinned with a wink while he put things away, watching her munch down on her cookies. He shook his head, chuckling, when he shut the fridge. He stood and moved towards her, “Don’t worry... I’ve got it. You just sit there eating away.”
He then wrapped his hands into her waist, pushing her into the counter a moment as he watched her, “Don’t strain yourself or anything.”
He was just joking around with her.
Pansy chuckled. “Oh, I know. You’ll have to make me run laps or something.” She knew exactly what he’d been flirting about, and was avoiding it to tease him. The package of cookies was pressed between them when he came closer to wrap his arms around her, and she pushed it aside.
“Oh, okay, good. I won’t.” She added, breaking into a bright grin. Cookie package aside, she wrapped her own arms up and around him. “I’m glad one of us is the responsible adult around here.” Meaning him. With the groceries. And beer.
He laughed as he wrapped his hands down along her backside, squeezing into her rear as he pulled her off of her feet and pressed her back onto the counter. He leaned in to kiss her lips softly, and then bit and suck at her lower lip a moment longer. He drew her back towards him, his hips slowly grinding up against her own, which were so much more scantily clad than his. He then grinned teasingly as he pulled away.
“I think, then, that I should probably finish putting the groceries away, don’t you think?”
Pansy gave a little sigh, her body moving against his as he kissed her, hips grinding together. But then he pulled away and she actually whimpered. “...is there anything in there that’s going to spoil if we take twenty minutes?” She asked, her hands reaching down to slip her fingers through his belt loops to tug him close up against her again.
He laughed as he was tugged against her once more and shrugged, leaning his lips in to lightly brush along her own, “I don’t think so. Pretty sure all of that’s already in the fridge. Everything else is pretty basic stuff. Doesn’t need any... special treatment or anything.” He then leaned in to lightly kiss her lips again, before then slipping his tongue past her lips and deepening the embrace.
“Pssh. Then no special treatment.” Pansy said, then she pulled him in tightly against her and kissed him deeply. Two arms wrapped up and around him, one hand tangling in his hair as her tongue danced with his. One of the great things about having their own place was they could make out in the kitchen without worrying about being interrupted by her brother or his husband.
Actually, Pansy was thinking maybe it was time to christen the kitchen.
He continued to kiss her deeply, returning her own need within his kiss. He sighed against her lips, loving the fact they could break out into a random make out session at anytime they wanted without interruption, and that was definitely worth living together. He brushed his hands up along her thighs and then back down as he found that he was just looking for his hands to do something while they kissed, before he finally pulled away. Kissing along her neck and towards her ear again.
“Fine... no special treatment. Well for the food. Plenty of it for you.”
“Mmm,” Pansy grinned, tipping her head to the side as he was kissing her neck. “I like special treatment. What did you have in mind?” She asked, letting her hands wander over his chest, then around his shoulders to his back, pulling him in closer. Funny how even after all this time, Peter still made her heart pound in her chest.
“Whatever your heart desires, of course,” he grinned and bit at her neck, lightly suckling along the skin as he trailed down. His fingers danced over her hips, and then back towards her lower back, pulling her hips in to grind along with his own, groaning at the pressure felt between the two of them. He then lifted his head to look back into her eyes, “But I think we need to begin christening each of these rooms, don’t you think?”
“I think it’s about time, yeah.” Pansy said, giving him a little smirk. He was bent over just enough that she could look into his eyes without having to crane her neck, without having to go on tip toes. She leaned in to kiss him hungrily, her hands tugging on his shirt to get it up and over his head.
He laughed and then felt his lips caught by hers once more. Kissing her back lustfully, he felt his shirt coming free and managed to pull his lips away just in time, allowing that shirt to come off before he was already beginning to peel hers from her as well. Well, his from her as it turned out, and tossed it to the kitchen floor as he grabbed a handful of her breast. Squeezing it, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around her nipple as he sucked hard. Licking and flicking at it while he massaged, breath growing a bit heavy as he hungrily sucked on her.
Pansy was going to start working on his pants next, but the way he ravenously attacked her breast made her pause. Her head tipped back and she gasped at the sensations that shot through her. Then she laughed. “It’s like you think you might get milk out of there, or something.” She was teasing. “...don’t stop,” she added, shaking her head. “Don’t ever stop.” Her hands somehow managed to get her own pants down off her hips, but shimmying out of them might make him stop those amazing things he was doing to her breasts, so she simply let her pants stick around mid-thigh until he was ready to peel them off of her.
He continued to suck, licking and biting at her nipple in enough ways to make sure she squirmed. He was vaguely aware, at the corners of his consciousness, that she was stripping her panties off, or shorts, or whatever it was of his she’d thrown on, and how she’d stopped. Taking this as a bit of a cue, he didn’t bother pulling her leggings off any further than they currently were, and instead pulled back to drag her off of the counter. He then spun her around, taking both of her hands and planting them securely on the counter ahead of him. He pushed her panties down just a bit more, but not bothering to take them off as he pushed his own pants down letting them fall. He groaned then as he felt himself push forward, and then slid himself inside of her, feeling her hot warmth curl around him once more.
“Mmm, fuck Pansy... “
Oooh, sex bent over a counter. Pansy pushed back against him, giving a gentle moan. “Don’t stop now, whatever you do.” She begged. He was rock hard inside her, and she was eager for it. It was exciting that they were doing this here. Now. In their own apartment, without worry of being interrupted. Fucking in the kitchen may have been her new favorite thing to do. Though, of course, they hadn’t done the living room yet. Or the bathroom. Or the spare bedroom.
She was going to be sore by the end of it.
Wrapping his hands around her hips, and pulling her back against him, Peter began to drive his erection deep inside of her. Feeling the way her warmth spread around him, he began to slam himself in and out of her. He fucked her up against and into the counter, feeling her hips pushing back against him, and groaned as the thrusts continued to push up and up. He brought a hand down to give her ass a firm little slap, before reaching up to grab at her hair, tugging at it so that it didn’t hurt, but enough to pull her head back as he fucked her.
Grinning as he looked down at the way her ass slammed against him as he pushed inside of her, “Fuck, Pansy... god you feel so good.”
One of the best things of living with her lover, so far, anyway, was that they could do this. They could do it hard and rough, cursing and smacking each other. He could bend her over the back of the sofa, she could climb on top of him in his office chair, using his tie as a leash. It was rough and hungry, and Pansy loved when he tugged her hair, or sucked her breasts. But then again, an hour or two later, they could lay in bed together and make out, like teenagers. They could go gently, slowly, teasing each other with kindness, passion, romance and love. They could take hours to make love, until the climax made them both cry out, collapse, and fall fast asleep. All in one afternoon. It was amazing.
Pansy groaned when he pulled her hair, pushing back against him, clenching down around him deep inside her. In and out. It was absolutely amazing. “Oh, Peter,” she breathed, grabbing onto whatever she could--the counter, the side of the fridge--and holding on tight as he pounded her.
He didn’t know what it was about fucking her he loved so much; was it how sexy she was, or looked when getting pounded? Was it the way she moaned, or perhaps it was how wet, and warm she got as she wrapped around him. Maybe it was the aggression she put forth in meeting his own, sometimes overwhelming his own--she was far more aggressive than he in most cases, he’d readily admit. Perhaps it was the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, or the way she begged for more; he was inclined to say it was all of it, but really it was because he simply loved her. All of that was great, but it was the fact they loved each other so deeply that made this that much more eventful.
He continued to pull on her hair, one hand moving around to grab at one of her bared breasts, squeezing it as if using it as leverage, while he continued to fuck her from behind; feeling the meat of her ass beating back against his hips and stomach as he moved, loving the way her body and muscles looked as they flexed with his thrusts.
“OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod,” Pansy moaned, louder and louder, moving back against him as best she could. Her knuckles were white where she was clinging to the countertop, pleasure building within her. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop,” she breathed, seconds away from finishing. Apparently, her words came in threes when she was about to climax.
The way her body felt against him always had Peter ready to orgasm almost right away, but instead he always found a way to hold off. Recently, it was becoming far easier considering the amount of stamina his new found ‘dreams’ seemed to be giving him. He groaned and grit his teeth as he moved with her, hearing her louder moans, and wrapped her hair in his hand as he continued to drive inside of her. He leaned forward to kiss at her shoulder, whispering behind her while hips continued their wanton motion.
“That’s it Pansy, that’s it, come for me. Come for me...”
And that was all it took. Permission. Pansy’s toes curled. She whimpered as the climax came on, which turned into a loud groan as her whole body clenched with pleasure. It was good. Very, very good. She’d noticed that there was a difference in the way they made love lately. He was stronger, lasted longer, and though she was usually the aggressor, he was always there to meet her. They both loved every minute of it.
He rode his girlfriend through her orgasm, as he continued to slide himself in and out of her, his body needing release but not yet giving it to him as he grabbed onto her hips with one hand, the other still in her hair as he continued to pull her back along him. Her warmth clung to him and his body grew even more in lust with each passing moment, and feeling how wet she became through her orgasm only encouraged him to pound into her that much faster. His chest heaving with desire.
“Jesus, Peter,” Pansy gasped, her body bucking under his now. “Come on, give me what I want,” she pleaded, pushing back against him now she was recovering from that first climax. It was a rare night when she only had one now-a-days, but sometimes it happened. She knew that if he came in the kitchen and she’d only finished once, he’d get her going again in the bedroom. Or the shower. But all she needed now was a little wrap around to come again. Her hand went down to the one on his hip, and moved it in, showing him where to go.
Peter’s body was rigid with pleasure, his entire back was tense and flexing as he brought his finger around to begin fingering and flicking that clit at her direction. He pinched at it, and rubbed hard at while he pumped himself deep inside of her again and again. He continued to rub furiously at her clit, and clung to her hair as she begged him to give her what she wanted. He laughed and groaned again.
“Yea? And what is it that you want, Pansy? Tell me... beg for it.”
Pansy nearly cried out when his fingertips swirled around her clit. She bit down on her lip, groaned and shuddered. It took a moment and a couple of gasps for her to collect herself. “Come for me, Pete,” she breathed, her body not responding anymore. She wasn’t sure she could hold off the next climax to wait for him. “Come for me. Please.” She begged, then her second climax of the night started. She went tight again.
Peter fucked Pansy into the counter, his hips grinding with a needy sort of abandon at this point; simply stretching her around him as he pumped. His body went tight and he felt his frame twist in agony as he grew closer and closer, until soon she was begging for him to come, and felt her own orgasm hit a second time which sent him flying over the edge. He slammed his hips up inside of her, and felt his tension tighten his muscles, his body tightened and his breathing grew thick before finally he let out his breath in a deep powerful groan, and he began to come over and over again inside of her.
The second was never as powerful as the first, but it was always as meaningful. Pansy’s body was exploding with pleasure, focused around his length inside her, his fingers against her. Feeling him come against her was the most powerful part of it all. The love the two of them shared was fantastic--the only thing she didn’t like was that he was behind her and she couldn’t kiss him as much as she wanted to. She groaned as she started to come down from that high, every muscle in her body relaxing slowly. She sighed deeply, her hands relaxing their grip on the counter just a little.
He just held onto her hips, dropping her hair as he brought both hands down to hold, feeling himself releasing inside of her as she milked him for all he was worth. As their hips began to buck less, and relax, he just held her against him until eventually pulling out of her. Watching her body relax, he slowly turned her around and pushed her into the counter as he leaned in to kiss her, before grinning, “Rather like the idea of you screaming my name over and over again and not having to worry about your brother, or my roommates.”
At his urging, she turned around and wrapped her arms up and around him. The kiss was lazy, loving, satisfied. One of her hands threaded in his hair this time, though she didn’t tug. She simply ran her nails along his scalp, holding him close against her. “Seriously. Was I loud enough for you, Luv?” She asked, a hint of the accent from her dreams coming in on the last word.
He flicked his tongue over her lips. Kissing her softly and lazily as he held her naked frame against his, shrugging his shoulders while he watched her, “Mmm I think you were plenty loud enough, but I think maybe next time I’ll try for louder still...” He chuckled before kissing her neck again and then resting his forehead against hers before smirking, “Love you.”
Pansy chuckled a little, returning his sloppy, lazy, happy kisses. She nuzzled her nose against his. “I like this plan. This is a good plan.” She said, then hugged close against him. “I love you, too.”