+ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “ – with Peter?

++ Could we get some jealous Peter that ends with hot sex? You write him so well.

+++ I sent the jealous Peter request. Could we get a jealous Peter x Reader? Peter being jealous would be hot and sexy. He would definitely need his “kitten” to help calm him down.

//thank you! I love their story too! I’ve had these asks for a bit. Sorry, it took so long to fill. I’ve rewritten this so many times.//

“Would the bridal party please join the bride and groom on the dance floor,” the bandleader announced.

Peter released your hand. “Next dance is mine, kitten.”

“You got it,” you confirmed with a wink. This was the part of the evening you were not looking forward too. You had been paired with Jackson, Monica’s older brother that you dated for two years during undergrad.

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Jackson met you on the dance floor, offering his hand. He smirked as he pulled you closer to dance. “Remind me why we broke up?” He asked you, the smell of whiskey rolled off him. Great. You knew how he was when he drank.

Your eyes widened and your brows shot up. “Does cheating on me with your LIt professor ring a bell?” It had broken your heart but you weren’t exactly surprised when you found out.

Jackson scoffed. “Still holding that against me,” he shook his head. “Why couldn’t you give me a second chance?”

“That was your second chance, Jackson,” you said with the roll of your eyes. You did a quick scan of the crowd for Peter but didn’t see him. You could feel Jackson’s hand slide down your lower back to your bottom. “You move your hand one more centimeter and you’ll be singing soprano.”

He pressed your body to his as his hand cupped your ass. “C’mon. We were so good together, Y/N.”

“Jackson. No. Stop,” you said through gritted teeth as you pushed against his chest.

He drew you closer. “Don’t fight it. What you worried about that your hot shot lawyer boyfriend?”

“I suggest you let her go.” Peter’s low voice startled you. His voice was calm, too calm. “And it’s fiance.”

Jackson released you and you were stuck between the two men. The commotion drew some stares. “Guys stop. Jackson. It’s your sister’s wedding. Do you really want to cause a scene?”

Jackson stood looming over you but still a couple inches shorter than Peter. “Maybe I do. This asshat interrupted us.”

“Actually I stopped you from assaulting my fiance,” Peter shot back his mouth a thin line. “She said no.” His fists were balled at his side.

“Peter babe. He’s not worth it,” you said softly as you pushed him back a couple steps. “Look at me.” Peter slowly drug his eyes to your face. “Please don’t.” His eyes softened at your plea.

“Jackson. What’s going on?” A petite blonde walked up to Jackson and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh. Just catching up with some old friends,” he answered with a smirk. “C’mon let’s dance.” He turned back to you and Peter. “Great catching up with you, Y/N. Good to meet you… Patrick.”

“I didn’t think he’d pull anything like that at Monica’s wedding. Although he’s never really been concerned about anyone but himself.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

He slipped his arm around your waist and squeezed your hip. “Think we can slip away for a few minutes. I need to get calmed down,” Peter asked his voice husky. Peter placed his hand at the small of your back and lead you out of the ballroom before you were able to respond.

“I’m sorry about-” your apology was interrupted by Peter’s lips crashing to yours. He pushed you into a small room and closed the door behind him. “Peter…do you really think..oh God.” He started kissing down your neck and cupped your breast in his hand.

Your answer came in the form of him pressing his body against you, his arousal evident. “You know you belong to me, right kitten?”

“Hell yeah Daddy. Every inch of me belongs to you. And this,” you cupped his groin, “this is mine.” Peter took a sharp intake of air through his teeth. “My pussy craves your big, fat cock.” If it was possible he was growing harder. “I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this.”

Peter hurriedly undid his pants to free himself. He picked you up and place you on a nearby table. “Are you craving me now?” Peter hiked your dress up and pushed your panties to the side. He slipped two fingers inside you.

“Oh fuck Peter…that feels so…mmm,” you breathed. You took his erection in your hand and stroked. “All mine,” you said licking your lips.

Peter pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table, slipped your panties over your hips and stuck them in his pocket.. His lips met yours and he lined himself up with your opening. He pushed into you in one thrust. “God you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His hips started thrusting at a hurried pace.

Someone could come in at any time which made it even sexier. You wrapped your arms around his neck, he buried his face in your neck placing warm, wet kisses. Peter was hitting in just the right way. He grasped your thighs, wrapping your legs around him and continued to pound into you. God he felt so good. The room was filled with soft moans, and the sound of your bodies joining.

“Peter, I’m, I’m…fuck,” you screamed.” Your body exploded and you clenched around Peter. Noises, lights all dinned. Peter gave you another Earth shattering orgasm.

Peter made a low noise deep in his throat. “Yeah baby. Your greedy little pussy…God…taking it all. Oh, fuck!” Peter’s fingers dug into your thighs, he slammed into you two more times and found his own release.

“Better?” you asked raising one brow.

“Hmmm…much,” Peter answered then kissed you. He pulled out and you rearranged your clothes. “Guess we should get back. Don’t want to miss the cake.” He gave you a wink.