Fic: Straight A's (NC-17)
Title: Straight A’s
Author: Avaserenity
Pairing: Paire(canon)
Rating: NC-17 (PWP)
Spoilers: none
Warning: Incest,Smut (but really is that something I need to warn you about, it's what you’re here for)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. These characters belong to NBC and Tin Kring.
Claire pushed her hair out of her face again as her eyes scanned the pages of her English Lit book. She had been studying for more then six hours and her eyes were beginning to ache. She really should stop; the test was tomorrow and if she didn’t know the work by now she was never going to know it.
She was so engrossed in her studies that she launched herself off the bed with a scream when a hand grabbed her shoulder. Peter moved just in time to avoid being hit by the fist Claire swung out. “Jesus Peter you scared the hell out of me!” Claire dropped her defensive stance, shaking the tension out of her body.
“I see those self defense classes are paying off."
Claire waved him off.
"Anyway I’ve been knocking on your door for the last ten minutes, when you didn’t answer I got worried.” Peter shrugged.
“As you can see I’m fine. What are you doing here?”
“Well Mom was telling Nathan and I about how wonderful you’re doing at NYU. I seem to remember a promise I made you when the semester started.”
Claire racked a brain for some idea of what Peter was babbling about; it came to her as clear as the day Peter made his promise. She felt a small tingle of excitement move up her spine. “Right now?”
"Why not?"
Claire arched an eyebrow, her panties already wet.
“Of course.” Peter pulled off his jacket, tossing it on the floor as Claire leapt into his arms. “I told you that you would get a present if you got all A’s on you school work.”
“Well Pete do I get a gold star?” She asked before attacking his neck. Peter’s hands went for her ass, squeezing, pushing her closer to him.
“You’re getting something better than a gold star.” Peter carried her into the bedroom, unwrapping her legs from around his waist. Claire let him toss her on the bed, giggling hysterically as she undid the button of her jeans. Peter grabbed the legs helping her remove them quickly.
Peter grabbed the edges of her panties pulling them slowly down her thighs and completely off. He knelt between her thighs; slowly his tongue circled her clit. Claire whimpered as pleasure shot up her spine.
Peter grinned and continued to tease her clit with his tongue. He nipped and played with her clit to Claire was moaning, his hands fisting in the sheets as she fought the urge to arch. Peter kissed her hip bone, his hands gliding over her taut stomach. He dipped his tongue into her belly button; Claire squealed.
Claire grabbed his hands moving up under her t-shirt. With no bra to hinder him Peter pinched her nipple: hard. She put her hands over Peter as he squeezed and fondled her breasts, his tongue still fucking her belly button.
She sat up suddenly, pulling her t-shirt over her head. “Suck my nipples.”
Peter grinned and obliged taking the taut pink nub into his mouth. He suckled and pulled at it, Claire’s body shuddered and buckled beneath his. She gasped as Peter’s finger slid into her, pumping in and out of her.
“I love you.” Claire whispered in his ear. Her hands moved down to undo his jeans.
“I know.” Peter supplied. He grabbed her hands to stop her. He grabbed her chin, “Tonight is about you not me.” He slid out of her jeans, his cock springing free, hard and ready to please her. Claire opened her legs to take him in. Peter entered her hard and fast making Claire cry out.
Claire clenched around him, making Peter gasp. His moans matched her own as they moved as one, their bodies flush to one another. Sweat soaked skin slipped against sweat soaked skin, Peter captured her gasping mouth with his own. His hand slipped up and squeezed her breast, before he captured her nipple again. His tongue slid over the captured point, playing around it, pushing her closer to peak.
One last thrust had Claire coming with a guttural scream. Peter came just seconds after, his arms gave out as the crashed down on the bed.
“That was way fucking better then a gold star.”
Author: Avaserenity
Pairing: Paire(canon)
Rating: NC-17 (PWP)
Spoilers: none
Warning: Incest,Smut (but really is that something I need to warn you about, it's what you’re here for)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. These characters belong to NBC and Tin Kring.
Claire pushed her hair out of her face again as her eyes scanned the pages of her English Lit book. She had been studying for more then six hours and her eyes were beginning to ache. She really should stop; the test was tomorrow and if she didn’t know the work by now she was never going to know it.
She was so engrossed in her studies that she launched herself off the bed with a scream when a hand grabbed her shoulder. Peter moved just in time to avoid being hit by the fist Claire swung out. “Jesus Peter you scared the hell out of me!” Claire dropped her defensive stance, shaking the tension out of her body.
“I see those self defense classes are paying off."
Claire waved him off.
"Anyway I’ve been knocking on your door for the last ten minutes, when you didn’t answer I got worried.” Peter shrugged.
“As you can see I’m fine. What are you doing here?”
“Well Mom was telling Nathan and I about how wonderful you’re doing at NYU. I seem to remember a promise I made you when the semester started.”
Claire racked a brain for some idea of what Peter was babbling about; it came to her as clear as the day Peter made his promise. She felt a small tingle of excitement move up her spine. “Right now?”
"Why not?"
Claire arched an eyebrow, her panties already wet.
“Of course.” Peter pulled off his jacket, tossing it on the floor as Claire leapt into his arms. “I told you that you would get a present if you got all A’s on you school work.”
“Well Pete do I get a gold star?” She asked before attacking his neck. Peter’s hands went for her ass, squeezing, pushing her closer to him.
“You’re getting something better than a gold star.” Peter carried her into the bedroom, unwrapping her legs from around his waist. Claire let him toss her on the bed, giggling hysterically as she undid the button of her jeans. Peter grabbed the legs helping her remove them quickly.
Peter grabbed the edges of her panties pulling them slowly down her thighs and completely off. He knelt between her thighs; slowly his tongue circled her clit. Claire whimpered as pleasure shot up her spine.
Peter grinned and continued to tease her clit with his tongue. He nipped and played with her clit to Claire was moaning, his hands fisting in the sheets as she fought the urge to arch. Peter kissed her hip bone, his hands gliding over her taut stomach. He dipped his tongue into her belly button; Claire squealed.
Claire grabbed his hands moving up under her t-shirt. With no bra to hinder him Peter pinched her nipple: hard. She put her hands over Peter as he squeezed and fondled her breasts, his tongue still fucking her belly button.
She sat up suddenly, pulling her t-shirt over her head. “Suck my nipples.”
Peter grinned and obliged taking the taut pink nub into his mouth. He suckled and pulled at it, Claire’s body shuddered and buckled beneath his. She gasped as Peter’s finger slid into her, pumping in and out of her.
“I love you.” Claire whispered in his ear. Her hands moved down to undo his jeans.
“I know.” Peter supplied. He grabbed her hands to stop her. He grabbed her chin, “Tonight is about you not me.” He slid out of her jeans, his cock springing free, hard and ready to please her. Claire opened her legs to take him in. Peter entered her hard and fast making Claire cry out.
Claire clenched around him, making Peter gasp. His moans matched her own as they moved as one, their bodies flush to one another. Sweat soaked skin slipped against sweat soaked skin, Peter captured her gasping mouth with his own. His hand slipped up and squeezed her breast, before he captured her nipple again. His tongue slid over the captured point, playing around it, pushing her closer to peak.
One last thrust had Claire coming with a guttural scream. Peter came just seconds after, his arms gave out as the crashed down on the bed.
“That was way fucking better then a gold star.”