Peter.

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Being new to the Guardians has its down sides. You were always the one who suffered from teasing or pranks, inside jokes and even being pummelled. Ever since Peter had saved you, you had a ginormous crush on him. He cared for you like no one else ever had and it was strange. But he was a bit of a joker.

You stood on the lower level of the ship, cleaning up spilt beer from the mess Rocket had made

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You stood on the lower level of the ship, cleaning up spilt beer from the mess Rocket had made. You wore a satin pair of shorts with a matching see through lace bra, Peter's giant band t hung loosely over top and almost reaching your knees. You wiped down the desk, humming softly to the Jackson Five song in the background whilst you enjoyed the peace and quiet. You swung your hips to the beat, spinning around and smiling to yourself.
"Remind me to never take you dancing." A voice brought you back down from reality, making you spin around to see who it was.
You puffed out a sigh, clutching your chest. "Peter." You acknowledged. "You scared me half to death."
He smiled, shrugging. "Sorry, sweetheart." You rolled your eyes at the nickname.
"What are you still doing up? I thought you went to bed?" You asked, suddenly very aware of the fact you were wearing his clothing.
He watched you as you crossed your arms over his chest, trying to hide his shirt but only drawing his attention to the higher part of your thigh you had revealed whilst hitching up the shirt. "I was about to clean up, but I see you beat me to it." He analysed you, watching as you gave him a tight smile. "Is that my shirt?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, uncrossing your arms to show him. "Finders keepers, right?" Peter was a looter himself, he knew the rules.
"Except you didn't find it, did you?" He asked, watching as your face turned guilty. "You stole it."
You leaned back against the table that had been stacked with empty beer bottles and decks of playing cards. "In my defence-" Peter cut you off.
"You stole my shirt." He stated, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms and his ankles. You stayed quiet, not wanting to give anything away. "Can I have it back?"
His question took you by surprise, but the menacing smirk didn't. You decided to play his game, standing up straight and grabbing the hem of the black t shirt. He watched as you tugged it over your head, leaving you in nothing but lace and satin. "Sure." You smirked, tossing the shirt back to him as he lazily caught it, struggling to keep his eyes on yours.
He gave in, allowing his gaze to roam over your chest, not missing your exposed nipples, before wandering down to your toned stomach and legs, lust present in his eyes.
"You lose somthin' over here, stud?" You asked mockingly.
Peter smirked, not hiding the fact he was checking you out. "Nope." He said, popping the 'p'.
You simply didn't say anything, deciding that teasing him wordlessly would be the better way to go. So, you turned around, grabbed the cloth and continued to mop up the beer, bending over the table slightly. You continued to sing, humming when you couldn't quite remember the words, but your breath hitched when Peter put his hands on your shoulders as you hadn't heard him move any closer.
"Peter," You warned him. "what are you doing?"
He pressed a light kiss to your bare shoulder, moving your hair to the side. "As much as I love this, and I do, someone is going to see you, and I don't want that." He growled into your ear, making you shudder.
"Why don't you want that?" You found the courage to say, your eyes fluttering closed when his kisses became slightly more rough.
He smirked against your skin. "Because, your body is only mine to look at, is that clear?"
The words were taking slightly longer to register due to the pleasure from his sucking in your sweet spot. "Crystal." You eventually answered, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder when he licked up your jawline. Your hand reached up, stroking the back of his head as he worked his magic and a soft moan slipped through your lips. "Peter." You whispered, a satisfied smirk present on his mouth.
He groaned. "Say my name like that again." He instructed, grinding his clothed bulge into your ass.
"Yes, Peter." You said again, pushing back into him.
His breath hitched at the sound of his name falling from your lips. He reached around, gently working his hand down the front of your shorts only to learn you weren't wearing panties.
"Is this ok?" He asked, referring to him touching you. His fingers lightly glided over your bald pussy, finding your clit and giving it a light trace.
Your breathing wavered. "More than ok." You confirmed, grabbing at his wrist for more contact. He dragged a finger through your slit, spreading your arousal around and applying more pressure to your bud. You let out a pornographic moan, breathing heavily as you pushed forward for more friction. "Peter, please." He bit down on the curve of your neck, quickly soothing the sting with his tongue as he pushed his bulge harder against your ass.

To be continued...

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