ummm phillip in glasses is EVERYTHING?? could i request a prompt where peter gets glasses and the reader wants him to fuck her wearing just the glasses??

“Why is it bothering you so much?” You moved around the kitchen, finishing dinner. “A lot of people wear them, Peter. I wear them for reading.”

Peter sighed, “Yeah but you look cute when you wear your glasses. I’m just going to look like an old man.” Peter made the kids a plate, while you dished out food for the two of you.

“Don’t forget to pick yourself up a cane and hearing aide too.” You smirked at him. Peter rolled his eyes making you snicker.

“Dad. Did you know what? My best friend has glasses. And I like him. I’ll still like you too”, Julian stated matter of fact. He took a big bite and grinned.

Peter chuckled and ruffled Julian’s hair. “Thanks man.”

The next week you had a long break during lunch so you decided to visit Peter.“Hey Carmen! Is Peter busy? I brought him lunch.” Approaching her desk, you placed a sandwich and drink in front of her.

“Y/N, go on in. He won’t mind. Thank you for lunch. It’s been crazy.” She gave you a smile.

Peter’s back was turned when you came in the door. You placed his lunch on the desk. He was on the phone, he laughed, “A plea deal, now? I dont think so. He had his chance. I’m sure. Good bye.” He hung up and turned around.

You stopped in your tracks. ‘Whoa. He looked hot!’, you thought to yourself.

“Darling.” He walked to you and wrapped you in his arms. “Just the person I needed to see”, giving you a squeeze.

Leaning back you got a good look at him. “Picked your glasses up I see. How do you like them?”

He pulled them off and put them in his breast pocket. “Hate them. Nice to see better, but-”

“Put them back on. Please” you responded gently biting your bottom lip. Peter obliged. “You look hot babe.”

Peter grinned, “Yeah. You think so?”

“Hell yeah I do. In fact, why dont you fuck me, wearing only the glasses?” Running your hands up his chest to the back of his neck you pulled him down to you for a kiss.

He groaned into you mouth. “Home. Now.” Taking your hand he practically pulled you from his office. “Carmen. Cancel my one o’clock meeting, please.”

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