☆ Peter Quill ☆ Oneshots/Imagines

Imagine making a deal with Peter

"I'm not doing it," you argued, tossing the book you were reading onto the bed.

Peter groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Babe, come on, he doesn't listen to me."

"Like he listens to me," you pointed out, moving to Peter. "It's your turn, Quill."

He shook his head and pointed a finger at you. "Nope, it's yours. I told him two days ago, sorry, baby, it's you."

You sighed, but gave the man a seductive grin, stepping toward him and reaching for his finger. "I think we can come up with some kind of compromise, don't you think?"

Peter eyed you cautiously, trying his hardest to not make a sound as you brought his finger to your lips, giving it a slow lick.

"I'm sure we can think of something, right, Peter?"

The suggestive play was too much for the famous Guardian's leader to resist and he cursed his weakness.

"Fine," he exhaled, pulling his hand from you. "But when I get back from telling that brat to clean his room, you, you owe me good."

You smirked and patted his chest, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't worry, Star-Lord. Now go, I'll be waiting in your favorite position."

Peter smirked knowingly and licked his lips, before quickly leaving your shared quarters. Closing the door behind him, Peter rubbed his hands together and chuckled as he made his way to Groot's room.

"Totally worth it."