Random One Shots

Random one shots with actors, musicians/bands and characters.


242. Peter Quill 6

~Any woman who had spent the night with Peter Quill would say the same things; he knew exactly what he was doing, he was a heartbreaker, and above all, he was a notorious tease. You could attest to all of that.
His soft lips trailed kisses down your body, but you were powerless. He had tied your hands to the bedframe moments ago. All you could do was moan and writhe beneath him as his skilled fingers played you like a harp.
“Jesus, Peter!” you cried.
He smirked, clearly enjoying himself and the reactions he was getting out of you. You were frustrated; you wanted to touch him, tease him, give him a taste of his own medicine. But you couldn’t, thanks to your bonds.
“You should untie me,” you suggested.
He shook his head.
“Nuh-uh, baby, tonight is all about you.”
On the last three words he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his lips lowering to your breast. You arched up against him as he gently sucked on your nipples. If your hands were free, they would have tangled in his hair.
He had you begging for him shortly after; this was new. You’d had sex with him before, but he had never, ever, gotten you this worked up. You never begged, but here you were.
He slid into you very slowly for someone who was so aroused. You marveled at his self-control. When you looked up at him, though, it became clear to you that he was doing this deliberately.
“God dammit, Peter,” you complained, “will you just fuck me already?”
Very deliberately, he thrust into you at a slow, shallow pace. It was pleasurable, sure, but it wasn’t what you craved.
“Like this?” he asked, “tell me, baby… how do you want me to fuck you?”
“Harder,” you whimpered, “please, fuck me harder!”
He complied, a smirk on his handsome face. The room very quickly filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts of pleasure. Peter was not a quiet lover, which turned you on even more. You loved knowing that he was getting such pleasure from you, from your body.
He kissed your swollen lips, then along your jaw and down your throat, which he marked with several love bites. When his lips returned to your nipples, you practically screamed his name.
He chuckled and untied your hands, allowing you to cling to him. You raked your nails up his back and along his biceps as you reached your climax. His thrusts became erratic, and with a groan, he filled you with his hot release.
“God,” you breathed, when you regained the ability to speak.
He chuckled.
“You liked?”
“Very much so,” you yawned, exhausted.
Peter covered you both with the blankets and pulled you against his chest, which was slightly damp with a light sheen of sweat.
“I vote another round when we wake up,” he mumbled.
“You got yourself a deal, Star Lord.”

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