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we have confirmation from nic herself that the ending of episode 4 is the much appreciated ✨carriage scene✨ and it ends on a cliffhanger so my best guess is colin ends with...
Sorry for abandoning all of you, but I promise there's a good reason.
Besides the fact that college is extremely time-consuming, I'm writing an original novel that I plan on publishing! So exciting!
I wanted to say that your requests/asks have been received (even though plenty are over a year old) and I hope I'll have time to practice my writing skills on your WONDERFUL prompts!
Thanks for all the love directed toward my work! You guys are the ones who inspired me to shoot for the stars <3
dude taste of peaches was soooo good!!! i loved it, i was wondering, since ur taking requests, if you could do a frat!peter parker x reader and they’ve been dating for awhile and the readers a virgin but peters more experienced and he’s super sweet and walks her thru it but also makes her asks for everything so major teasing and praise. only if ur comfortable!! ty :)
Thanks for your kind words, got me sobbing harder than when I was actually writing this cute piece. I really appreciate the request and my sincerest apologies for the wait! It was so much fun to write, I hope you like it :)
Summary: [NSFW] Your boyfriend has been waiting for a long time, praying you'd give him what he wanted soon. Finally, you work up the courage to tell him what you want... unfortunately, he keeps making you ask.
CW: frat!peter, submissivevirgin!femreader, smut!!!, unprotected sex, pet names (babygirl, darling, sweetheart, baby, honey, good girl), LOTS of praise, teasing, explicit description and wording, less plot more smut, masturbation (m), begging, loss of virginity, extreme fluff, the reader being a cute insecure embarrassed crybaby mess (relatable tbh), Peter being needy and teasing yet the sweetest boy on the planet
****PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU BELIEVE YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED. I PROMISE IT'S NOT WORTH THE RISK!!!****
A/N: I simultaneously love this and hate it at the same time? The prompt, concept, and Peter in this is chefs kiss... I just don't like the writing. Also, the reader is almost just me in this exact scenario so I apologize for the annoying amount of flusteredness. Enjoy!
Everyone in this fic is 18+
5k words, edited once
Just call my name, I’ll be there in a hurry, you don’t have to worry,” You sang, swinging your hips around to the song. You weren’t the best dancer, but you had a pretty good rhythm, prancing around the kitchen. “Ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no RIVER wide enough.”
“-To keep me from getting to you, baby,” A deeper, familiar voice came from the living room, making you jump and yelp in surprise. You heard him laugh slightly, walking deeper into the light and giving you a teasing smile. He was in his spidey suit, holding the mask in his hands to explain his messy curls.
“Peter,” You sighed, letting out a giggle, “you scared the goodness outta me, sheesh.”
You quickly walked over to him, bare feet padding on the cold floor, setting down the bowl you were whisking on the way over. You pushed into his chest, giving him a tight hug that showed you were grateful for him to be home from patrol. The smell of his cologne filled the air around you, his body still cold from whipping through New York at such a late hour.
“Oh, I sure hope not. It’s one of my favorite things about you,” He smiled, stroking your hair back and placing a kiss on your head. “Sorry, I’m late.”
You leaned back, giving him a dramatic pout.
“What took you so long? I was getting worried...” You trailed off when his hands came up to hold your face.
“The fraternity had another meeting-”
“AKA another party?” You raised a brow at this, pout still evident. He chuckled at the attitude, rolling his eyes. You hated it when he went to those parties, even if it was just for a minute. All the prettiest... experienced girls would try and hit on your boyfriend even if you were standing right there, attempting to get his pretty face and hot body in their bed. He was quick to politely decline, kissing you to show he had his own girl, yet you couldn’t help but feel bad.
He would never cheat on you, but his skill in bed was well known, talked about heavily between many of the women who stared. You would get so embarrassed and feel sick when you heard them talking about things like how lucky you were... especially when they got jealous, muttering quick insults on how you were undeserving. But even after those horrible parties, you’d still rather be there with Peter than at home all by yourself.
“Yes, but I have to make an appearance. They’ll kick me out in a minute you know,” He gave you a sympathetic smile and you sighed.
“I know, I just-” You hesitated, not wanting to sound ridiculous.
“Just what baby girl?” He pressed, subconsciously swaying both of you to the music in the background. “Jealous?”
“No!” You scoffed making him quirk an eyebrow. He wasn’t believing it for a second, so you dropped the act. “The other girls, you know... they’re experienced and could give you a good time. I’m sure that’s tempting when you got a-”
He interrupted you with a passionate kiss, you let out a surprised squeal that was swallowed by his own lips. You were surprised when his hands went to your ass giving a hard squeeze before he seemed to realize what he was doing, bringing them back to your hips quickly. He let himself groan into your mouth, holding you tight against him.
Your lips were swollen and you had to gasp for air after the tough kiss, surprised. You and Peter had been dating for a few months now, never going past some pretty tame make-out sessions, and that was the most passionate kiss you had EVER received.
“I don’t want anyone but you,” His voice was stern, so stern that it surprised you. You let your gaze fall to your feet, embarrassment flushing your features. His response was to lightly grip your chin and gently guide you to eye contact. “I’ll wait, no matter how long, until you are ready to take that step. I don’t care about experience, I care about you.”
The words stirred some emotion in your chest and you had to choke back a few tears. You knew Peter had lost his virginity and gained a lot of knowledge since high school, but the fact that he was being so patient with something you were so nervous about made your heart flutter. You didn’t know this, but Peter was actually putting himself through hell every second he was around you.
Your smell, your touch, your smile, the noises you made on a daily basis... it was driving him crazy. Every minute of the day he thought about all the things he would do when you were ready and no amount of “alone time” could fix the constant fire burning through his mind, heart, and dick. He was constantly holding himself back from what he was used to giving the people he dated, catching himself from lovingly tapping you on the ass as he walked by, or almost letting his hands travel to your breasts while kissing.
Peter was obsessed and it was killing him, every part of him itching to touch you even when you did the littlest things. When you raked your fingers through his hair, when you bent over the counter to grab your phone off of the charger, when you made little huffs to show your frustration... when you hugged him just like this. But he waited, as every partner should, even if it was burning him from the inside out.
“But-” You started to explain your feelings, stopping at his hard stare.
“I’m alright darling, I want to wait until you are fully ready. I’d wait until marriage if you asked,” He chuckled, suddenly getting a little bit more serious. He would wait that long, but he was also pretty sure it would kill him by that point. “But please don’t do that...”
You let out a laugh, letting your head lean into his chest again. You trusted Peter at this point and felt ready to step past just kissing, but the nervousness and embarrassment were still there. How do you tell your partner that you’re ready for sex? Hey Pete, wanna fuck my brains out?
It wasn’t on purpose, but when you pushed the hug further into his chest, your thigh had roughly brushed against his already aching cock. He had to stifle a groan, scrunching up his eyes into a frustrated face. If you were actually looking at him, he would have hidden the sexual frustration that he was feeling in a heartbeat. But the smell of you and the sound of your heartbeat so close to his was more than he could bear.
“I-I’m going to go get changed, okay?” He said quickly, hoping you didn’t see or feel the massive bulge in his suit. You were oblivious as he quickly strode into the hallway towards his bedroom, making you a bit confused. He usually really liked your hugs...
He shut the door quickly, shedding his suit and boxers immediately. His cock popped out hard and ready, the cool air making him groan. He felt guilty and gross, getting so turned on right after you confessed some hard feelings and only because you hugged him... he felt even more perverted as he touched himself to the image of you in his head, not feeling satisfied even after he came all over his hand.
“Pete... Are you feeling okay? I’m sorry if I said something,” You stuttered through the doorway, wringing your hands lightly. Your soft voice only made the problem worse and he had to remind himself that you weren’t doing this to him on purpose.
He cursed as he grabbed a shirt to clean up, he could hear that your heartbeat was sped up and that you were nervous.
“I’m fine honey, I mean, you-you’re fine! J-just give me a few more minutes, I’ll be right out!” He said, pleading you’d leave him to recover.
“Okay,” You were hesitant, worried about your boyfriend's weird behavior. But you figured that if he needed your help or assistance, not that he ever had before, then he would tell you. You were very wrong as he really, really, really needed you. Right. Now. But you were oblivious yet again as you moved back to the kitchen to finish your soup.
Peter was relieved, trying to block out everything about you while he calmed down. Changing into loose boxers and an oversized t-shirt, aka his normal before-bed clothes, he hoped that maybe his body could keep it down until you went to your own apartment down the hall. That hope was quickly diminished when he walked into the kitchen, his face falling and his throat becoming drier than the Sahara.
You had forgotten to grab the cornstarch, which Peter happened to store in the highest cupboard, on the highest shelf, in the whole house. So you were kneeling on the counter, your short athletic shorts being pulled up with your reach, so far that your ass was pretty much on display. And you were wearing one of his shirts... while making small grunts and sighs while attempting to reach the yellow container, eventually going to move to your feet.
Peter's spider-sense was blaring sirens at the sight of this so he was quick to run over. He lifted you up by the waist, making you squeal and giggle in surprise, before gently setting you down. Sure the cupboard was high, but all he had to do was jump with little effort and grab it for you.
“You should ask for my help, you could easily get hurt,” He scolded slightly, holding the container just beyond your reach. He tried not to be angry, but the sexual frustration he was having only seemed to heighten his annoyance. Horribly sexual thoughts flooded through his brain, scenarios, and images ripping through his very being.
“I’m sorry, thanks for grabbing it for me,” You smiled sweetly, looking up at him with big doe eyes. His frustration seemed to melt at your cute face and his expression softened immediately. You reached for the container, your legs brushing his own yet again, making him shutter... his frustration returning, only this time... you noticed.
He could sense your heart skip a beat, a familiar scent reaching his nose almost immediately. He was shocked at how quickly you were also suddenly aroused, your soup completely forgotten.
“Uh... Pete,” Your face was a bright red and a feeling of lust stirred in your lower stomach. Peter followed your gaze, to be met by a huge tent working past both his shirt and boxers. He mentally slapped himself, less embarrassed and more worried about the possibility of you being uncomfortable.
“Oh- I’m so sorry, just give me a minute and-” He started rambling.
“I- uhm... I could help you with that,” You mumbled so low a regular person wouldn’t have heard, extremely embarrassed at your own words. Your face was burning incredibly hot, and you could feel your heart pounding against your chest like it was trying to escape. Peter froze in his tracks, almost not believing what he heard.
“What was that sweetheart?” His voice was low, wanting you to say it out loud. Your face only got hotter as you stared at the ground, playing with your fingers.
“Do- Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked a bit louder this time, Peters breath hitched at the confirmation of what he thought you said.
“Of course, I do,” He sighed slightly, licking his lips. “But are you ready? You shouldn’t feel pressured to-”
“No, I-” You swallowed thickly, nerves igniting your whole body. “I want to.”
Your embarrassed state and arousal seemed to fill the silent room with a lot of noise for Peter, excitement bubbling in his chest at the thought of you finally being comfortable enough to lose your virginity... he felt honored, but his brain was fogged by the need to be on you. He knew he had to be gentle and caring, so he pushed down that urge, focusing on emotions... yet he couldn’t stop himself from teasing you, seeing you were all worked up already.
“Then say it. Say exactly what you want me to do with you,” He watched as your foot stomped lightly, at this point your eyes were glued to the floor with unwavering focus.
“I... I want to,” You let out an embarrassed little sigh, clenching your fists together. He was such an ass, making you all flustered and begging... if only you knew the reason why. You see, he had been left so needy throughout your long wait, it only seemed fair to him that he made you ask for what he’d had been internally begging for since you first started dating. Besides, it was making your panties absolutely soaked, so he knew you liked it.
“Come on... I want to hear you say it. You can do it, baby girl,” He encouraged, eyes twinkling with amusement as he moved closer to you.
“I want you to-to,” You scrunched your eyes up, before letting the last part of your sentence come out in a strained squeak. “fuck me.”
“Aw cute, but where are your manners?” He teased, acting nonchalant as if he wasn’t holding back his entire self from just grabbing you and not waiting a second longer. But he needed you to beg, knowing that you were feeling the same desperation that he was. You huffed, finally looking up to give him a dirty look.
“Please Peter,” Your voice was so needy, it seemed to drip with pure lust. “I want- I need you to fuck me, please.”
The sound of that voice, your own desperation, was like a hit to Peter’s chest. He thought he had never been this winded and taken aback before, even through years of fighting villains left and right. You seemed to be his only weakness, the only thing that could catch his senses off guard.
“There’s a good girl,” He praised, pushing himself into your small (well, small to him), soft body. He kissed you just as hard as earlier, only this time letting his hands squeeze your ass. You groaned into his mouth, your body quickly being enveloped by the same fire Peter had been battling for months.
You were so distracted by all the feelings that were rushing over you at once, you didn’t even notice Peter had guided you two to his bedroom until the back of your thighs brushed the comforter. He set you down gently, hands and mouth never leaving your body as he positioned himself on top of you. He let his lips leave your own, traveling to the crook of your neck.
You moaned aloud, the noise making your face flush red with embarrassment and Peter's cock twitch. He groaned into your soft skin, leaving small marks and hickeys to remind you of this special night. He could have stayed there forever, listening to your mewls for something as simple as a neck kiss but he needed release, and he needed it soon.
Fiddling with the bottom of your shirt, you realized what he was insinuating... it made your stomach flip, worrying about what he’d think when seeing your stomach and breasts. He pulled up to look at you and he could see the panic in your eyes.
“I want to take this off, I’ve wanted that for a long time now. Are you ready?” He asked, his gaze raking over your face. You pushed down the nervousness, realizing that he was also still fully dressed. You let your hands fiddle with the ends of his shirt as well, hoping he would get the idea but the smirk on his face crushed that.
“You want to see me, sweetheart?” He asked, tsking when you just nodded with an embarrassed look on your face. “You know how this goes, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to t-take your shirt off,” You said, quickly remembering the forgotten word. “Please.”
“Such a good listener, good girls get what they want. All you have to do is ask,” He smiled, acting like it was the easiest thing in the world, knowing it took all of your courage to muster a sentence like that. He took off his shirt letting your eyes rake down his sculpted body, drool almost immediately filling your mouth. You’d seen him without a shirt a few times, but now... the sight just made you want to cum on the spot.
You were pulled out of that trance as his hands returned to the ends of your shirt, and you didn’t want him to take it off. You were so scared of him seeing your body, so you shook your head, feeling disappointed that you couldn’t give him what he gave you. His eyebrows furrowed, worried at your sad face.
“What’s the matter? Why are you afraid?” He whispered, giving you sweet kisses on your chest making you squirm underneath him, wanting him to touch you somewhere else while also not wanting him to move.
“What if-” You cut yourself off again, but Peter understood what you were trying to say. He sat up quickly, looking you straight in the eye, his eyebrows furrowed.
“You’re beautiful, Y/n, every part of you. I don’t need to even need to see it to know that,” He said, seriousness etched on his every feature. When you still looked unconvinced he sighed. “You don’t have to take it off, of course, you can leave it on.”
You shook your head again.
“I want to, I’m just... I’m scared,” You said, your lips forming into another pout. He kissed it away before pulling back up.
“How about we make a deal. I take off your shirt, but you can leave your bra on until you get more comfortable. How does that sound?” He asked, wanting you to be more comfortable more than he wanted to see your breasts... something you weren’t used to hearing from a boyfriend. You trusted Peter more than anything, anyone, else. So you nodded and he beamed. “My brave, pretty, little girl.”
He slowly peeled the fabric off your body and over your head, eyes never leaving yours until it was all the way off just in case you changed your mind. When you nodded he let his eyes finally trail over you, his breath quickening just at the sight. Your face was red and embarrassed, his gaze scanning every inch of your torso and caged breasts. You moved your arms to cover up but he was quick to stop them.
“You’re so beautiful, please don’t ever hide from me again,” His eyes were pleading, so you put your arms back down, allowing him to see you. He moved down, kissing the cleavage that showed and every inch of your cute tummy. He peppered soft praises in between every kiss, truly entranced with every part of you. “So pretty. I’m never going to be able to get you out of my mind. So lucky to have such a pretty girl. Such a good girl for me.”
You covered your face in embarrassment, but the soft words made your stomach flutter and your eyes water. He was so gentle and understanding, it made you want to cry. It hurt him, how much you thought he was going to hate your body, even though this was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. Only to be topped when you would be completely naked, flustered, and squirming just for him in the near future. He would wait for you, but until then he was happy to have what he could, praising every inch of his girl.
As he got close to the band of your shorts, he began to think about how much he wanted to taste you. But he knew you weren’t ready for him to be in between your legs just yet, you’re modesty and shame were keeping him from seeing your breasts... there was no way he was going to get a good look at your pretty pussy, without killing you with embarrassment.
So he kissed and marked your thighs, running a finger underneath the band of your shorts, letting you become wetter and wetter for him. Your need was growing strong, the pressure building in your stomach full of the urge to be touched. You knew he wasn’t going to push any farther until you asked, so you whined.
“Peter, please,” You whimpered, letting your hands fall into his curls. “Please take my shorts off and t-touch me.”
“I didn’t even have to ask this time,” His eyes twinkled. “You learn so quickly, such a smart girl.”
He complimented again while slipping his fingers below the skimpy shorts before pulling them off. The cold air hit your pussy and you shivered, slamming your thighs shut in an attempt to cover up, still covering your face in embarrassment. Peter’s eyebrows rose at this, a smirk once again settling on his face.
“No panties?” He chuckled at the embarrassed little grunt you made, squirming underneath the hold he had on your waist. “Such a naughty girl. Were you teasing me on purpose? Huh, baby?”
“N-no, I- I-” You stuttered out, unable to say anything else as your flusteredness clouded your brain, your pretty little spot between your legs aching to be touched. He let his hands run on the outside of your bare legs, making goosebumps appear all over your body.
“Can’t even get a sentence out to defend yourself... I haven’t even fucked you yet sweetheart,” He hummed, sounding disappointed even though it was exactly what he wanted, making your core flutter for him. But you still kept your thighs clamped shut and it took everything inside you to keep your hands from interrupting what he could see. You would have even brought your knees up if his body wasn’t right above them.
You were so ready for him, your slick covering your thighs and glistening under the light. He so badly wanted to lick it off of you, like it was some sort of forbidden glaze just calling out for his tongue. But he was only holding back simply out of pure respect for your boundaries... though he did need you to open your legs if he was going to fuck you.
So he started to slide his boxers off, your eyes glued to the sight of cock bouncing up and out of its confines. Your mouth watered and you wondered if you could even fit him, your legs suddenly wanting to part on their own. You watched as he touched himself lightly, letting soft sighs come off of his lips, it was a sight that had your legs shaking.
You whined, throwing your head back to look at the ceiling, almost willing to touch yourself at this point.
“Look at me,” He commanded softly, your eyes coming to face him immediately. “Do you want this cock inside your tight, little pussy?”
You whimpered nodding quickly, and he only chuckled.
“Then open your legs baby,” He said, only taking you a few seconds to follow the command, though only partially. You had never been so embarrassed, unable to even look at him while he stared down at your glistening folds. It didn’t take him long before he used his strong hands to spread your thighs all the way open for him, the cold air hitting your clit and making you gasp.
He slowly brought the tip of his angry cock to your needy pussy, dragging it up and down slowly. You moaned at the sensation, body bucking from the contact. You needed him right then.
“Peter, please fuck me,” You groaned loudly, not even caring about your nerves anymore.
“Fuck,” He wanted to tease more but he just couldn’t, he needed to be inside you just as much as you wanted him. Slowly, he entered into your tight hole, cursing under his breath.
A tight pain ripped through your stomach, you whimpered a bit while scrunching your eyes closed. He was barely inside of you, yet it felt like you were being ripped in half. You felt tears brim your eyes, but you knew it would fade just like everyone said.
Peter was torn between wanting to move and wanting to pull out, the look on your face paining him while your pussy was giving him a heaven-like feeling. He stilled, waiting for you to say if you needed him out or when you were ready for him to move again. He leaned close to your face, kissing the tears that escaped and whispering sweet nothings.
“You’re doing so good honey, this will fade. I’m so proud of you,” He said, voice dripping with honey and care. You entangled your hands in his hair, rubbing your face into his neck until you were ready, giving him a small nod. “There you go, almost there my sweet girl. Almost there.”
He inched forward, every time having extreme patience until he was bottomed out. Tears dripping down your face, slight bite marks in Peter’s left shoulder, and your body screaming at you. Peter was large and long, you being a virgin made the stretch intense, along with the nervousness that had enveloped you the whole time.
Peter was so loving and gentle, holding you like an injured dove, letting you grip onto his hair and whimper into his shoulder. Sweet praises dribbled into your ear throughout the whole time as he placed soft kisses along your jaw, cheeks, and ears. Over time, each small movement became less tight, less painful, and more pleasurable.
Your slick covered his cock as he slowly moved back and forth, Peter focusing on you. Every time your whines turned more into moans he’d go a bit faster, and a bit deeper until he was at a medium, rhythmic pace. This moment was passionate, sweet, and caring, his rough thoughts completely being left behind... until he knew you could take it of course.
Besides, he didn’t have to go fast. Your tight walls were squeezing him mercilessly while your open-mouthed gasps and small mewls were driving him insane. He had waited for you for so long, and he finally had all of you... Peter was in pure bliss.
“I’m so proud of you. D-doing so good sweetheart. You feel so nice, taking my cock so good,” He mumbled in between his own moans. You only nodded into him, your nails pressing into his back.
With every gentle push of his hips, nip of his lips, and every bit of praise coming from him the wave grew larger. Your orgasm was approaching fast and you knew it, your moans got a bit louder with every thrust.
“P-peter, I’m close,” You whimpered, legs curling around his torso.
“Tell me what you want,” He whispered, driving just a bit faster to push you over the edge. His dark brown eyes met your own, while yours glistened with tears from having such a wonderful partner and the tight cock splitting you open, his were filled with adoration, lust, and a glint of mischief. The euphoric smile still sat on his face, his curls rocking back and forth with his every movement.
“I want y-you to make me cum,” You stuttered, feeling dangerously close to the edge as the tightness in your stomach seemed to wind your toes into your feet. You pulled Peter as close as you could, your bodies rubbing against each other lightly.
“You wanna cum? Do it, for me. I want to feel you cum around me,” He groaned into your ear, the dirty words sending you over the edge.
“Peter!” You moaned as the wave of light crashed over you. Electricity shot through your spine as your whole body shook, your breaths coming out in quick little gasps.
The feeling of you finishing sent Peter crashing, usually, he could last for so much longer but the moment and you just felt so right. With his own moans and quick stuttering breaths, he let himself fill you up entirely. He bit into your own shoulder as you both rode your high until the end, one of you exhausted and the other one too happy to even try to continue.
Peter pulled out, your mess and his mixing into a canvas of passion on your thighs and sheets. Your body was still shaky more from nerves than anything, but the smile on your face was one of pure happiness.
Peter laid beside you, pulling you into his chest while he placed tons of kisses into your hair. You snuggled into him, listening to his heartbeat and smelling him around you.
“You did so good baby, so good. I'm so happy you trusted me enough, so proud of how well you took that,” He praised, letting his hands rake your back gently.
“Thank you, for being patient,” You whispered into him, soaking in his warmth.
“Anything for you... anything,” He hummed. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” You giggled a little bit. “But happy... I think this is the happiest I've ever been.”
“I think I feel the same... And don't worry, we’ll get you used to me in no time,” He teased, making you roll your eyes. He peppered kisses along your face now, feeling satisfied for the first time in months. Exhaustion caught up with you quickly and you soon fell asleep with your face in Peter’s hands.
He smiled at your fluttering eyelashes as your soft breaths came from your swollen lips. He thought about how lucky he was, and how lucky he'd continue to be. Slowly, he fell asleep holding you tightly, dreaming of the next time.
A/N: I literally cried my eyes out while writing this, so sweet. Praying for a boy like Peter to take my v-card just like this (tmi). I really hope you enjoyed it, and thanks again for the wonderful request, I really enjoyed writing it :,)
Hi!! Your Peter fics are amazing!! The smut was so well written, and I love the storyline. I hope you keep writing :)
Hi-hi! Thanks so much 💞 I really appreciate you saying this, it makes me so genuinely happy! I wasn't sure whether I was going to keep sharing my smut works because it makes me feel kinda guilty/nervous/flustered (weird I know, how is writing dirty worse than reading it lol). But I think I'll eventually get over that/learn to deal with it, and the feedback has just been so nice 😭💓 So... I think I'll continue for now! I just got a wonderful request a few days ago and I just finished writing it tonight! So look out for that tomorrow... Unless I get impatient while doing psychology homework tonight lol
I appreciate all requests, you send them in and I will try to get them done to the best of my ability. You can do this through asks or messages, I don't mind :) I am a college student who does theater, sports, and has a job, please keep that in mind if I am unable to do the full request/length you desire. I also sometimes will not be able to do your request right away or at all, please be understanding <3
PLEASE BE 18+ TO REQUEST A FIC WITH ANY SORT OF EXPLICIT CONTENT!!! I WILL ASSUME YOU ARE IF YOU ASK ANONYMOUSLY.
CW: potentially triggering topics and mature content.
Limits
I will not write:
Age Regression (As a kink/in the bedroom no, as a trauma response yes. Age regression is a valid way for dealing with trauma, therefore if someone requests for this to be shown in a fic then I am okay with that, but there will be no sexual themes.)*
Legitimate Rape/Non-Con**
Characters under 18 for any type of smut, UNLESS they have been aged up
Somnophilia (waking up by head being the only exception)
Anytype of incest (This includes roleplay and step anythings)
Golden showers/anything that has to do with waste
Extreme Impact Play
Any sexual interaction with people older than 50/extreme age gaps (it makes me uncomfortable)
Character x Character without a reader role... simply because I don't enjoy writing it.
With the reader being male (Specifically because I do not identify with that gender and have no concept of how to write like a man thinks/feels. I will do gender-neutral if anyone requests, because I mainly write feminine)
There may be more, but it depends. I will let you know if I feel uncomfortable with a prompt, zero judgment.
*This does not mean I won't write DDLG/MDLG/MDLB dynamics as they do not always have to tie to age regression. A common misconception is that one cannot be without the other, even though they are often paired it can still be separate.
**I am okay with CNC still. I will also write kidnapping, gaslighting/brainwash, being originally drugged, and alcohol consumption BUT no sort of sex will happen unless enthusiastic consent is given. Please (obviously, I just feel the need to clarify this) do not use this sort of "consent" as a guide in real life though, fantasy and real-life should be very separate in this case.
People/Characters I write for
I accept requests from all the fandoms in my fandoms list! Obviously, I do have my favorites and those will most likely be my main focus. There are some characters I will feel uncomfortable writing smut for, but I will let you know politely. I mainly write for these:
>Mostly Peter Parker but also Bucky, Quill, Loki, Druig, Steve, Yelena, Wanda. I've written with pretty much everyone by this point.
Star Trek
> Mostly TNG and VOY.
Tom Holland
Harry Potter
> I have only really written for Draco, but I'll write for pretty much all the characters besides the professors
Teen wolf
> Stiles (especially void), Theo, Scott, etc.
Again, while these are the characters I have experience in writing with, I will take requests from most of the characters listed in my fandom key!
I do take commissions for personalized/private works, fanfictions of things I haven't watched/read, requests you REALLY want to guarantee I'll write, scripts, and online designs. I will only sell NSFW works to those above 18. My limits from requests will usually apply to commissions aswell, but there is no judgment if you want to ask if I'll make an exception. Please message me if you have any interests :)
I am not usually one for extreme limitations ;) But I really want to keep this blog a safe place for all, so here we go.
Bullying/Harassment
I will not tolerate ANY sort of this, no matter your "justification." Every type of person is welcome here besides those with a hating mentality. I work on three strikes and then your out policy, but only if proper apologies and advances to correct the behavior is made, otherwise you will be blocked.
This is a safe place where people can be vulnerable with things they can't normally explore. This includes kinks and sexuality! Please do not kink shame as I will consider it harassment.
People make mistakes and I understand this, but what I can forgive, others may not be able to. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I will be more lenient if hate is being directed towards myself, my blog, or my work. But I draw a line at insulting the community that my blog creates.
Racism, homophobia, transphobia, blackmail, threats, ageist comments, and discrimination based off of religion or belief is not tolerated here and should not be on Tumblr at all. This is something I am willing to block people for without a chance of redemption.
Spamming
I will message people who I believe are spamming and ask them to stop. If it isn't corrected or there is no response with continuing inflictions, then you will be blocked, unfortunately. I like to believe that most people are not trying to do this on purpose, but there are those who thrive on the annoying type of chaos.
Content
This blog is mature and I realize this. Any comments or reblogs are fine as long as there are no triggering statements or any type of harassment. Explicit is fine, flirting is fine, uncomfortable themes are not. I will message you if I feel that your comment or reblog is not the vibe, but I have a feeling I won't ever really have to do this.
I ask that you keep arguments out of comment sections, and the best way to do that is by not bringing up highly debated topics. Politics have no place on a fanfiction blog ._. so let's leave it that way.
Age Restriction
If you are a minor, read the note below. If you are asking for a smut request I will most likely need age in your bio or for you to confirm you're 18+ in the request. If you are anon I will assume you are of age. If you are above 18, I guarantee that you are old enough for this blog, but please still keep all of my content warnings in mind. I do not want to trigger or harm anyone.
A special note for minors:
Hi. Thank you so much for reading this, even though you probably had an expectation of what I was going to say. I really appreciate it, and I understand that you are probably getting tired of hearing the same things
I understand that being under 18 is hard, I ignored creator warnings and requests when I was WAY younger because I thought that I was mature enough. I may have thought I was, but ignoring the wishes of artists who put so much time into their work was wrong of me. I stepped back until I knew I was old enough to handle it.
For my content and my blog, I am okay with people 16+ following me but I would prefer that only 18+ interact with my explicit works. I wholeheartedly believe that you are personally responsible for the media you consume unless the creator has not put the proper warnings in place. My blog is not PG-13, I need everyone to understand this. There is sexual themes, innuendos, and content. When I was 13 I went on the internet allowing myself to discover my own sexuality, but I exposed myself to things and people who gave me extreme trauma... please be careful, educate yourself but do it safely.
I am always open for you to come to talk to me about education/help, anyone of any age. I know that sexual drive and sexuality is a hard path, if you would like to ask me any questions, receive help from a troubling situation, or need some minor safe resources for sexual education then I will gladly help you. I wish I had someone to help me during this time without judgment, I hope having someone here can provide you with support.
But I also have to protect myself, I am unable to standby and watch as young children interact with my explicit content. Not only because it is illegal, but also because I am morally responsible for warning people of my writing that could potentially trigger/scar them. If I am made aware by you commenting on my work then I will message you to stop and explain why.
I do not wish to block anyone, so just please steer clear of my explicit content until you are 18.
Hello everyone👋 :) I just wanted to let you all know that I will be creating a blog introduction post along with: a master list, rules for my blog/what I request of minors, request guidelines (who I write for and limits), and anything else I can think of! This will be a huge amount of spam at once, so I wanted to let you know what was happening and to apologize for filling up your TL 😅
All of this will most likely be later on today after I'm finished with all the editing 💞 Thanks for all of the support 💗
Summary: [NSFW] As the only one who knows Spider-Mans identity after the unfortunate spell, Peter and you have been getting extremely close. Who knew that a little mistake at a college party, could change the terms of your relationship?
>After that night, things just didn't seem to be the same. Sex was just routine, nothing more... and you wondered if his previous promise could change that.
Part 1
CW: softdom!peter, submissive!femreader, smut!!!, underage drinking, roleplay (Peter goes a bit darker), bondage, D/S dynamic, spanking, rough-sex, manhandling of reader, oral (m-receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation (mainly of reader), use of a vibrator, unprotected sex, pet names (honey, princess, sweetheart, angel, good girl, darling, baby, little one... it's alot), praise, slight degradation (slut), bruises, teasing, explicit description and wording, restricted movement, less plot more smut
****PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU BELIEVE YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED. I PROMISE IT'S NOT WORTH THE RISK!!!****
A/N: AH! Thank you so, so, so, so much for all the love on the first post! I was so nervous, and everyone's positive feedback made me cry multiple times :,) Here is part two as promised, it's a bit darker so keep PLEASE keep that in mind lovely. I really hope you enjoy it, and I hope it lives up to expectations 🍑✨🧡
Everyone in this fic is 18+
7.5k words, edited once
After that night, things were different between you and Peter. In fact, you both committed to a full relationship and things were going amazing. Peter couldn't remember the last time he felt so in love, so happy... Though it worried him, knowing that his happiness usually got ripped away at his highest.
So he treated you with the utmost care as if your time with him was always limited. He took you on the sweetest dates, walked you to and picked you up from all the classes he could, and even texted you throughout his patrol, constantly missing your absence. He treated you like you were a princess, one of his favorite nicknames. And, of course, you could barely stay off of each other.
As suspected, your dorm neighbors put in a noise complaint about that first night, and understandably so. Seemingly your only choice, most of the time you would stay at Peter’s apartment and he was more than happy with the arrangements, even if it was a bit fast. The secluded place was perfect for letting yourself indulge in each wonderful moment, so you and Peter took FULL advantage.
Sex was good, in the beginning, amazing even... but you couldn't help but think about that first night. He had never gone back to that place, kissing and licking the bruises he’d given you until they had all eventually faded. It only left you missing the subtle marks, craving more. At times you tried to tease and get him riled up, but it was hard to brat without the confidence elixir you had before. Plus, Peter was too convincing and even the slightest stern voice put you back into your obedient state, you were realizing that being a brat was harder than you thought.
Peter was constantly holding back, and though you could tell, you didn't know to what extent. He worried about hurting you, even though he loved seeing the marks he could give and desired to go full throttle, he was terrified he was going to push too far. You two had set up a safe word pretty early on, but you were starting to wonder if Peter ever intended on you to use it.
You loved slow and passionate sex, it wasn't like you needed to be destroyed every single hour of the day. And it would have been absolutely fine if he didn't treat you like a glass doll, ready to break at any second, or if he didn't rip all of the kinkiness away at once. It was almost just sex, nothing else.
You didn't want to call it entirely vanilla, as the slight power exchange was still there, the D/S dynamic naturally taking place between you both (with guidance and limits of course)... It just wasn't fulfilling either of your true desires and no matter how many times you tried to subtly express that, it was like it went completely ignored.
After a month of this, you were starting to get a little impatient, and Peter... He was having a more and more difficult time keeping himself gentle, the urge to actually fuck you instead of just “making love” seemed to be itching at his skin 24/7. He almost wished you had the courage to push him far enough into a space where he could lose control, but you were too good... He loved that about you more than anything, his good girl, but he needed some reason to blow off some steam.
The fact that you wanted him to explore that urge made it even harder, every time he got even a little bit rough or commanding he could see that you got turned on so much more. He loved seeing you get flustered, submissive, needy, messy... It was like he was holding himself against a slingshot and each time he touched you he had to take a step back, the band was quickly getting unbearably tight. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it, the constant pull to make you scream his name and remind you who you belong to.
One night, you couldn't take it anymore, the tension and need being so tight it was like you couldn't breathe. You decided that you were going to have a serious discussion with Peter about sex, about how much you needed him to go back to the night where he tasted like peaches. He was desperate when he got home off patrol that night, ripping his clothes off before you could try to even talk.
You went with it, another entirely vanilla scene with another entirely mediocre orgasm. You felt bad saying it was boring, but the passion wasn't there, it was not satisfactory anymore. He felt the same way as he lay beside you, not even feeling close to finished, but pretending like he was content with something that only felt slightly good anymore.
“We can't do this, Peter,” You said, staring at the ceiling. “It’s suffocating, and you know it.”
“I'm going to lose control and hurt you,” He said, voice stern and set, immediately understanding what you were talking about. He wanted to do things to you that he had never done before, but even talking about it made a pang of fear push through his chest. “I’ve lost everything. So. Many. Times. I cannot hurt the one person I care so much about, it will break me.”
He said it as if it was his final decision, not even approaching the idea. He knew it was wrong to not take in your needs, but he didn't truly know what to do anymore as his own limitations were so hard to follow. You both were better than this situation, and you both knew it.
“I understand you’re scared, but I want you to know that I'm not,” You said, finally rolling over to face him. “I trust you with every fiber of my being, and I know that you’ll be careful. We have a safe word, it's not an entirely bad thing for me to use it, and you know my limitations.”
He didn't say anything, desire, and kindness fighting each other for complete dominance, never wondering if he could make a balance until now. He looked into your gorgeous eyes, never getting tired of your beauty, searching for the smallest hint of hesitance. When he couldn't find any, he let out a stressed sigh contradicting the sense of relief in his chest, finally being able to look forward to something.
“If I push you too far you promise to stop me? You can't get shy or feel guilty, you have to let me know when it's too much,” He clenched his jaw, seriousness etching his every feature. You smiled at the prospect, nodding eagerly. “Words, princess. This is serious, I'm not going to be extremely gentle anymore.”
“Yes, I understand. I'll use my safeword if I feel uncomfortable at any point,” You could feel the excitement building in your chest, craving the rush immediately. You were already slightly nervous, unsure of how far he would go and how rough he would be, but you had complete confidence in his ability to reel back for you.
“Alright, so how are we going to do this?” He raised his eyebrows at you, and you smirked. You already had an idea and had been thinking about it ever since that night.
“You never punished me for drinking,” You smiled, attempting to be confident but feeling nervous and flustered after the sultry sentence. You hid your face a little bit, unable to make eye contact as Peter grew his own smile. He thought it was so cute when you got flustered so easily.
“Are you sure honey? That could get a little scary, do you want to jump into something so rough, so quickly?” He asked, partially teasing and partially concerned for your decision.
“Yes. We can talk about it, and if I know what to expect, it’ll be perfect,” You smiled, butterflies swarming your stomach and mind.
“Okay then, let's get talking,” He smiled lovingly, giving you a deep kiss. You knew that you were soon going to get the night of your life, and you couldn't contain your excitement
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Tonight was the night.
You and Peter had talked about what you both wanted to try and how to go about it. You planned the whole scene together, knowing that roleplay was a major part of what was going to happen. You wouldn't see him throughout the day, not until he slipped into his apartment window later that night... At least that was the plan.
You were thinking about it the whole day, never once being able to focus on what was happening during school. You were equally excited and nervous, having to take multiple bathroom breaks in-between classes just to splash some cold water in your face, trying to avert the attention away from in-between your legs. After the 4th bathroom trip, you were surprised to be pulled into a rough kiss by someone you didn't expect to see.
“Peter!” You gasped, almost collapsing at the feeling of his lips working against yours so demanding and passionate. You moaned into it slightly, attempting to keep your knees from giving in.
“I know I was supposed to wait, but I couldn't stop thinking about you,” He said bringing your lips to your neck, right next to your ear. “Consider this a preview for tonight.”
He sucked a deep hickey into your neck, feeling him bite down at the store spot just a second afterward. You were grateful that the halls were empty as a small whimper left your throat at the feeling. You felt yourself already getting wet and needy in anticipation, and Peter could tell while he chuckled into your neck.
“I'm going to ruin you, princess,” He moved his hands to your ass, grabbing you harshly. You gasped a little, pushing your chest into him as a reaction, already nervous for the number of intense feelings that would be on you tonight. “Just remember that you asked for this hm?”
He pulled back a little bit, giving you a sweet kiss on the mouth. He was already in the tough act, but this kiss and the look in his eyes reminded you that he was still your sweet, caring Peter. He was going to absolutely use you and destroy your body tonight, but you suddenly felt a little less nervous at the thought.
He pulled away starting to leave before his eyes darkened, a mischievous grin popping up as he turned around.
“Oh and princess? This isn't the only surprise today,” He teased, making your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, the element of unknowing made your core flutter in nervousness and arousal. “Make sure you’re good today, you don't want to push your punishment any further.”
You felt your body get hot, and your face get incredibly red. It wasn't a “real” punishment considering you hadn't actually done anything wrong, but the thought of what Peter was going to do to you made your head spin. You were gonna be his villain tonight, knowing that heroes always win.
Suddenly, you realized your science class was already over. Only two more classes to go.
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You walked to Peter’s apartment earlier than normal, by his request since he didn't want you walking alone in the dark. You had a feeling he was watching over you to be sure you got there safe anyways, even though you were supposed to text him when you arrived. A quick movement out of the corner of your eye confirmed it, you knew it was Spider-Man “patrolling” this part of town. You rolled your eyes and smiled, he was just so protective.
When you got inside, placing the spare key on the counter, you texted him.
“I got here safe... Though I suppose you already know that, stalker ;)”
He left you on read, still not supposed to communicate until the scene. But you knew he was probably smiling at the text, before moving to the next part of his patrol.
You put your stuff in its respective place, before looking on the counter. There it was, a shot glass and a full bottle of whiskey. You weren't a huge fan of straight alcohol, but the plan wasn't for you to get drunk, just a little buzzed with the smell of alcohol on your breath.
You lifted the bottle up carefully before breaking the seal. Peter was given this as a gift from some random citizen he saved, apparently, the woman wouldn't let him leave without it, and he didn't want to be rude. It was a funny thought as you poured out half a shot, giggling to yourself.
You actually felt kind of badass, even if it was a law that half of America broke, you liked to tell yourself that it was still rebellious to get slightly buzzed before 21. Peter wouldn't be coming in until later into the evening, so you only had a half of a shot, shivering and clearing your mouth. It was strong and you felt it all the way into your toes, hating the after flavor of the expensive bottle, you grabbed some water to wash it down.
You worked on homework for a few hours, occasionally checking your watch until around 10, knowing he’d be home in a few minutes. You got up, downing another full shot and attempting another but only getting down half before having a slight coughing fit. You shivered again making a face before screwing the cap back on, done stomaching the stuff just for a bit of role-playing.
You also grabbed your own surprise from your bag. It was some black and gold lingerie, freshly bought from the mall. Changing into something a bit more comfortable, you threw on your sexiest little nightgown. It was your favorite color, silk fabric dripping down your body stopping JUST below your ass, you’re breasts barely covered.
It only took a few more minutes before you heard a loud thud, your heart rate increased dramatically at the sound, knowing it was Peter that had jumped through his unlocked window into his room. You swallowed dryly, feeling your hands shake a little bit as you moved towards the doorway slowly.
“H-Hello,” You said trying to find him in the dark, but failing miserably. You moved in further, hearing a sudden thwip as the door slammed shut, trapping you inside. You whipped around to face the door, him taking the opportunity to drop behind you.
You squealed when you felt his clothed hand over your mouth, his other arm holding your body still. He moved you to the wall, using his hand behind your head while he roughly pushed the rest of your body against the hard surface. It was more jarring than painful, but you still let out a muffled gasp.
You could finally see him, his red and blue suit being lit up by the city lights leaking through the window. His face was still covered by his mask so you couldn't see his expression, but that only made the interaction more thrilling.
“Stay quiet,” He said in a low, muffled, voice, moving his hand away from your mouth and switching it to your unheld wrist, pinning them both to the wall beside you. You didn't say anything, breathing heavy and feeling arousal already pooling in between your legs. “Good girl.”
“I let you off with a warning the last time you drank,” He said calmly, feeling your arms try to resist him, he just tightened his grip to an almost painful hold, causing you to stop all movement with a whimper. “Are you such a naughty little girl, you can't learn from my kindness?”
He pushed into you, further heightening the intimidating factor as he wedged his knee between your clenched thighs. He pressed his thigh into your sensitive core and you unconsciously let out a small moan at the feeling, wanting to grind down on his thigh but not wanting to give up all your dignity.
When you didn't say anything he slid your wrists above your head, shooting some of his webbing over your hands. You were surprised at how unmovable they were, trying to pull down and only meeting pure resistance, he chuckled at this.
“You think you can escape that? I've captured the strongest villains out there and they couldn't break free. A weak little slut like you couldn't escape me even without the webs,” He said darkly, caging you in with his arms. “Now answer the question. I don't like to repeat myself.”
“N-no, I c-can. Please, I'm sorry, I won't-” You started stuttering quickly. He interrupted you with a slight tsk, grabbing your jaw tightly.
“You should have thought about the consequences before you took those shots,” He threatened, letting his other clothed hand grab your ass. His thigh pressed harder into your clothed pussy, and you could help but grind against him with a breathless moan. He let out a sigh. “Such a needy girl, having to grind on my leg to get off? Did I say you could do that?”
His hand moved to your throat now, a threatening squeeze to sides so that you could breathe but blood flow was restricted, making you feel fuzzy almost immediately. You shook your head quickly and he only stared at you.
“Words.”
“No, y-you didn't sir,” You said squirming a little bit at his hold. The title startled him enough for him to let go, he wasn't expecting you to call him that yet it only seemed to encourage the hardening bulge in his suit. He regained himself quickly, attempting to shake off the surprise.
“Oh you’re really trying to get out of a punishment aren't you?” He cooed slightly, moving some hair out of your face. “It's not enough, but I appreciate the attempt. In fact, let's make that title a rule for tonight, hm?”
Before you could say anything you watched as he grabbed the bottom of his mask. He pulled it off with a swift tug, letting his hair mess around his face. The sight of his dark eyes made you shiver slightly, it was more intimidating than the mask. His stern expression actually frightened you a little bit, he seemed to notice, turning more cocky than angry in less than a second. You thought about the possibility of him being an actor as a career or something.
He leaned in close to your ear, letting his lips brush your neck.
“Can't have my little girlfriend ruining my reputation, can I?” He whispered, letting his hands explore your body. “What happens to bad girls who don't listen?”
“They get-” You interrupted yourself, embarrassed of the words that were about to leave your mouth. A threatening squeeze on your sensitive breast encouraged you to continue. “ p-punished.”
“That's right,” He smiled into your neck. He wanted to keep the act going, but he felt your body shaking below him. He softened his voice slightly to give you a small bit of encouragement. “You’re doing so well princess.”
A small sense of relief washed over you at the soft voice but it quickly left at the sound of a loud ripping noise. Your jaw dropped at how easily he was able to rip apart the fabric with one pull, leaving you in just your underwear. Just a tiny bit sad at losing the cute bit of clothing, the expression on his face at the way your new lingerie accented your body made it worth it.
“Did you wear this just for me sweetheart?” He said while letting his spandex covered fingers trace down your body, you got goosebumps at the touch, gasping lightly
“Mhm,” You groaned a little bit, feeling his hand stop right before your new underwear. His fingers dipped just below the waistband, going straight for your clit, you couldn't help but moan and squirm against him. You pulled on the webbing again, wishing to touch him, but coming to no avail.
He kept eye contact with you while he mercilessly rubbed your sensitive sex, smiling a little bit at your reaction to even his smallest movements. He moved in to give you a hard, but passionate kiss, moving his tongue against yours. You felt like your lips might bruise until he pulled away, biting your bottom lip harshly. He kept his mouth close to yours, your quick breaths mixing with his.
“You look so pretty, baby... It's almost a shame I have to mark that pretty skin,” He said, speeding up his fingers, making your eyes scrunch up in pleasure. “Look at me.”
You opened them again, his dark brown eyes meeting your y/e/c ones. He let out a satisfied hum, your squirms and whines getting more desperate at the rough movements between your legs.
“And the underwear? You outdid yourself little one,” He smirked, a whine leaving your lips as he stopped his movements entirely. You felt the firm grip on the waistband of your underwear, and you knew what was coming next. “But they have to go.”
“Wai-” You started, not wanting to lose the expensive clothing. He didn't hesitate, ripping the panties quickly and the bra off even faster. You let a pout form on your face, feeling slightly upset that he tore 3 pieces of your clothing tonight.
He ignored it, scanning your body and taking you in like he was starving. It was like he hadn't seen you for days, his breath quickening at the sight of your now extremely embarrassed form. He was making a mental picture of your flustered self, attempting to keep himself from smiling. He was so proud and happy that you were his.
It was then he noticed your pout, giving you a small peck on the lips with an eye roll.
“You know I'm going to buy you more,” He scoffed a little bit, your cheeks heating up. “So why pout?”
“Attention,” You said simply, making him chuckle.
“Oh, I’ll give you attention,” He threatened. You heard a small click from one of his web-shooters, a slight mist spritzing from the contraption over your webbed wrists. With surprise you felt the binds lose their strength, shedding to the floor as if they were useless common cobwebs. Before you could geek out over the new addition, Peter grabbed your wrists and whipped you around to face the wall.
You felt your warm breasts push against the cold barrier, your cheek pressing in as well, while you gasped in surprise at the quick change. He pressed your wrists against your back, letting out a small groan at the sight of you in this vulnerable position. It was then you heard his body and suit rustling as he quickly pulled the spandex off, needing to free his hard cock from those binds, leaving him only in his boxers.
The position wasn’t as comfortable as you would have wished, you started to shift your feet and body a little bit in an attempt to find a little more control. You were immediately stilled as a sharp smack reverberated through the room, you yelped and flinched in surprise. The stinging sensation lingered against your ass, the action and pain only fueling the river between your legs. The same uncomfortable pain of pure desire already expanding in your lower stomach.
“I didn’t tell you to move,” Peter teased, his fingers sliding over the handprint he gave you, admiring its beauty. You hadn’t expected him to be able to actually hit you, and you were coming to the realization that he was letting his boundaries blur into your own... you were drunk off of the feeling. His confidence, roughness, and domineering actions had you going into a state of pure arousal and carefree happiness.
Letting his fingers trace down your ass, he used his foot to move your legs open without any fight from you. Slowly, his fingers ran between your thighs again, making your whole body shiver. You were using all of your strength to keep from moving into his teasing hand, and he chuckled darkly.
“You’re dripping down your thighs darling,” He commented, your face heating up in embarrassment yet again. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”
Another smack, just as hard as the other one hit the unmarked side of your behind. You yelped again, but this time it mixed with a dirty moan, your fists squeezing together at the intense feeling. You could feel your core getting even wetter at the spanks, it was giving you a rush you had never experienced before.
“Fuck, I love that sound,” He groaned, “Do it again.”
He hit you a few more times, although it was less harsh this time around, the same sounds were tumbling off your lips, unable to keep your body from squirming. You tried to keep yourself grounded by digging your fingernails into your palms and biting your lip hard enough to make it swollen, but nothing could keep your cries from getting more and more desperate. It was conflicting, the pain was driving you into a frenzy while your ass was heating up to a level you weren’t sure you could take anymore... but you wanted him to keep going.
He suddenly stopped his assault, letting your heavy breaths rack your body, attempting to catch up. He massaged your sore skin, you were sure that your ass was bright pink. He let out soft praises and your chest swelled with pride knowing that you were able to endure, even enjoy, what he wanted to give you.
“Such a good girl, taking everything so nicely,” He cooed, placing soft kisses on the newly warmed skin. Once you had calmed down slightly, he grabbed your waist and roughly pulled you into him. He kissed you, your moans swallowed by his lips working against your own. “My dirty little angel, such a pretty girl.”
Pulling you to the bed he pushed you down roughly. You subconsciously giggled a little bit as you bounced on the bed, making a smile grow on his face. He loved your innocence and would have just focused on you for a few more minutes... maybe hours, but his cock was unbearably hard. The tent in his boxers was obvious, and he could barely stand to look at you without his cock being buried deep inside your tight pussy.
He ripped off his boxers quickly, the angry tip already leaking precum.
“I’m going to fuck you now until you can’t even remember your own name,” He crawled over you, placing soft kisses down the side of your face. “What’s your safe word?”
You repeated the word breathlessly, feeling his cock rub up and down your needy folds. He suddenly pressed himself into you, a loud moan escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He couldn’t hold himself back, keeping to his word, he started at a rough pace without letting you adjust in any way possible. The slight uncomfort had you whining quickly, tears pricking your eyes.
“C’mon princess, take my cock,” He grunted, loving the feeling of your walls clenching against him. “You wanted me to fuck you? Take it.”
The uncomfort that originally gripped you, was melting into extreme pleasure. Your whimpers turning into lewd moans, curses tumbling from your lips at the bruising speed. His gaze locked on your breasts, bouncing up and down with each thrust.
He moved to your nipples, sucking and biting them ruthlessly, occasionally taking a break to leave a deep hickey on your soft flesh. Your hands wove through his hair, trying to keep yourself from getting too loud while not being allowed to truly muffle your moans. When he was done worshipping and abusing your beautiful chest, you felt his hands move to your legs.
He leaned up, not stopping his overwhelming, superhuman pace, while he bent your knees up for a different angle. The pressure was already building in your stomach, and you felt yourself slowly losing yourself to the pleasure. You gripped the sheets tightly, your moans turning into desperate begging.
“I’m gonna cum, please- please let me cum,” You begged, starting to feel your body building into your climax quicker than you had ever experienced. He didn’t say anything, just pounding into you without hesitation, you were gripping onto the edge in the attempt to not release without permission. It was becoming unbearable, and you weren’t going to be there for much longer. “P-please sir, I can’t- I’m not going to be able to hold-.”
You cried out almost about to crash over the biggest orgasm in your life when Peter suddenly stilled. A whimper left your lips at his quick stop, feeling the huge wave recede back into your body. The disappointment was enough to let tears prick your eyes, the pressure in your stomach still unrelenting. He wiped the tears from your cheeks quickly, giving you a sympathetic smile.
“Aw poor baby... but I’m afraid you don’t get to cum, not just yet,” He said, kissing your neck softly. “Bad girls don’t get to cum right away.”
By the time your body had calmed down, he started his quick pace again, a bruising grip on your waist as he was even rougher than the first denial. Bringing you right up to the edge again, even quicker than the last, you started begging as if it was your life, but he only stilled yet again. And again. And again.
You weren’t able to take it anymore, your mind and body screaming at you for release.
“Please Peter, please. I can’t take it anymore, please let me cum,” You practically sobbed, so whiny it sounded like you were more desperate than you’d ever been in your life. You rambled promises, your mind completely broken and desperate. “I’ll be good, please I’ll be so, so, so good. I’ll always be good.”
“Such a needy little slut,” He pulled out and flipped you over quickly, smacking your ass yet again. “You wanna cum, hm? Do you think you deserve it?”
“Yes please, I’ve been so patient. Please,” You nodded quickly, waiting for his response.
“It’s so nice that I don’t have to tell you to beg, such a needy girl. My needy good girl,” He praised, entering back into you roughly. “Have you learned from your punishment?”
“Y-yes. I won’t drink again, I’ll listen,” You rambled quickly in between heavy moans.
“Good girl,” He grunted, obviously getting close to an orgasm himself. He grabbed your hair roughly, in order to pull you closer into his chest. His body slammed against your ass and pussy in rough, quick strokes, the coil in your stomach building faster than ever.
“P-please,” You choked out, the overwhelming urge to get what you desperately needed causing you to throw your head back. The feeling of pressure wasn’t only in your lower body anymore, the large wave building up all around you. Peter let his hand come around your back to rub your clit at a quick pace, causing your desperate moans and pleas to get even louder.
Peter was also close, his thrusts getting more sloppy and desperate. He couldn’t spend another minute teasing you, as much as it was hot to him it was difficult to hold himself back so long. He needed you cumming on his dick, right then and there. You felt too good.
“Cum,” He rasped against the shell of your ear. You screamed as you let yourself fall over the edge, your body collapsing beneath him. A white wave of light and pure energy, bliss, washed over you. Your body convulsed and shook relentlessly, reaching the biggest crash of your entire life.
Peter gripped your body tightly, biting onto your shoulder roughly as he felt his own high approaching. The rhythmic clenching of your walls had him cumming inside you quickly, his own groans and thrusts slowing, still letting you ride it out though you were both getting slightly overstimulated
“F-fuck,” You let out a silent moan as your body attempted to calm from the huge wave, completely and relentlessly tired. The high kept your brain fuzzy for minutes, your heavy breaths filling the room. He pulled out, your hips bucking at the overstimulating feeling.
You could feel yourself still steadily convulsing, your whole body shaking, unable to form any words. Your pussy felt like it was electric, the slightest movement overwhelming you. Peter laid beside you, a slight layer of sweat over his body, showing the level he was allowing himself to use on you. You felt like you couldn’t move for a few minutes.
“How are you feeling?” Peter asked, his breath still rough.
“E-” You let yourself chuckle, feeling worn out yet better than you ever felt. Your voice was slightly raspy from your screaming, the high still fuzzing your brain. “Extremely good.”
“Good...” He chuckled, his breath reeling back quickly, it seemed as though he was already ready to go again. “Because I’m not done.”
Your eyes widened, and you would have sat up if you had the strength.
“Peter, I’m so sensitive I don’t think-” You started, quitting when you caught his smirk.
“You asked for this remember. You willingly drank those shots. Are you really ready to give up?” He challenged, and you were ready to say yes. But you could feel an urge deep within your chest, the urge to prove that you could take this side of Peter. You wanted to finish the “punishment” and the scene.
“Just give me a few minutes,” You giggled a little, letting out a huge sigh.
“There’s my good girl. So determined,” He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your cheek and slapping your thigh lovingly. The action made your hips buck, the feeling being way too close to your pussy.
“Careful,” You scolded slightly. He only laughed a little bit before moving to his closet. You watched intently, realizing this must be the surprise he was talking about.
When he turned around and you saw what was in his hands, your eyes widened. Suddenly, your body had the energy to pull yourself together. You knew that your face got hot even from the sight and thought.
“No,” You shook your head. He quirked his eyebrow, looking from you to the toy.
“No!” You repeated, shaking your head faster. Peter didn’t argue, a smirk forming on his face, he just watched you conflict with your own thoughts.
“Peter, I cannot POSSIBLY take that right now,” You argued, tucking a hair behind your ear, cheeks dusting a bright pink. Holding your knees close to your chest, you stared at the small item as if it was evil.
“Are you trying to convince yourself or me? I know you can take it...” He smiled reassuringly. You rolled your tongue against your cheek lightly, thinking for a few seconds.
“Fine,” You sighed, bringing your hands above you as if you were giving up. Peter took the opportunity, shooting another web at your wrists, making you slam back onto the bed with your wrists perfectly placed above you.
“Okay... that was low,” You fake pouted, Peter giving you a sheepish smile. He crawled above you, his normal demeanor fading again into a dark stare.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” He said seriously, you nodded with intent. He smirked a little, placing a passionate kiss against your swollen lips. “Ready sweetheart?”
“Ready,” You nodded, nervousness building in your chest. You heard the buzzing of the vibrator before you felt it against your collarbone, the feeling making you squirm. Peter watched your reaction carefully, loving the way you gasped and squirmed when he led it to your breasts. He circled around and on your nipples, small mewls, and whines following every movement.
He took his time, carefully letting the tip of the silicone vibrate against your skin, down your tummy. Though he took time to tease, you were still way too sensitive to take the vibrator where it was meant to be, so you were grateful when he skipped your pussy and dragged it down your inner thighs. With the tool on one side and his lips sucking in hickeys on the other, he switched in between letting his breath fan over your messy cunt.
After some time, he dragged the tip to your labia slowly, making you squirm.
“O-okay, Peter I might need some more t-time,” You said in between whines, too which he just tisked.
“You can do it, baby,” He encouraged, dragging the vibrator up to your most sensitive spot. You moaned, your legs coming to snap together but his arm stopped them and pushed them back down immediately. He held it there with the perfect, unrelenting force. Your legs started shaking and you could already feel the pressure building into you. “See, there you go. Almost there.”
Your hips attempted to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but Peter's strength was unwavering. You covered your mouth to keep from yelling, your breath getting extremely fast. You were happy that he was not stopping even with the muffled noises.
“Keep still,” He scolded slightly, only pushing his arm into you further.
“Peter! I’m going to,” You started, squeezing your eyes shut and pulling on the webs holding you captive.
“Go ahead, cum for me,” He said lightly. With permission, you went over the edge for the second time that night. Broken moans came from your mouth and your body shook again, trying to pull away from the still vibrating bud.
“I- I can’t, pull it off,” You whimpered, the feeling overwhelming your entire body. He kept it there, overstimulating you, knowing that you would use the safeword if he pushed too far. He watched as you pulled at the restraints, knowing that he was only dragging your orgasm out longer.
After he felt satisfied with the amount of squirming you were doing, he turned off the vibrator. He pulled himself up to you, giving you another kiss.
“I knew you could handle it,” He praised, peppering kisses across your collarbone. After catching your breath, you gave him a small look, legs still actively shaking.
“Let me return the favor?” You asked, a small twinkle in your eye. You looked down to see that his dick was already at full stand again, ready for you
He rose his eyebrows, slightly shocked at such a bold statement coming from you.
“Are you sure?” He asked, letting his hands stroke the side of your cheek.
“Positive,” You nodded. When he still seemed unconvinced you decided to take a small step further with a small pout, “Please...”
“God, you’re perfect,” He groaned, kissing your fake pout away. He pulled himself above you, his cock only a few inches from your face. Your cheeks reddened at the lewd sight, but you were ready for him already.
“Can you untie me?” You asked, wanting to do a good job and also use your hands. He only chuckled a little bit.
“How about you stay tied up sweetheart. All I need from you is your pretty little mouth,” He said quickly, and you frowned a little bit. You ignored it and instead focused on the task in front of you... somehow you had to fit his enormous member in your mouth.
“Open up,” He said and you did so quickly. He tapped your tongue with the tip of his cock before pushing himself through your lips. He groaned quickly, his mouth opening up in a silent gasp at the feeling of your tongue around his cock. It was your first time giving anyone head but you thought about what sensations should feel good and what you have heard.
You hollowed your cheeks, attempting not to graze him with your teeth while you ran your tongue around his length. You couldn’t fit him all in your mouth, so you tried to focus on the underside of his head. Sucking gently as his moans got louder while he cursed under his breath.
“Fuck, you f-feel so good,” He said quickly, bringing one of his hands to the headboard behind you. Squeezing the wood, you almost thought he’d break it when you took him in further, he couldn’t stop himself from rocking into each time you bobbed your head. “Shit.”
You gagged around him slightly, as he pushed far enough to hit the back of your throat. He sped up as you tried to breathe through your nose in between strokes, your eyes watering slightly. His breath sped up, his hair falling around his face with every movement.
“Y/n,” He moaned, your name tumbling off of his lips like it was chocolate syrup. The moan encouraged you to push him further, almost like you were just trying to get him to say it again. “Such a good girl for me... so good.”
He began to get more desperate after a little bit of this, and you knew he must be getting close. Sucking harder now and trying your best to give him the pleasure he gave you, his breath grew ragged quickly.
“Y/n, if you don’t stop I’m going to cum,” He warned, he wanted you to let him out of your mouth so he didn’t force you to take his release. You ignored him, wanting to bring him all the way. You kept going and his face scrunched into one of pure pleasure.
“Fuck,” He cursed, his grip on the thick wood of the headboard going too tight. A large snap caused half of it to crack while the section he was holding turned into splinters. With that, he came into your mouth, the warm liquid spilling into your throat. You swallowed it, sucking his cock clean with a pop.
He collapsed beside you, breathing heavy and eyelids fluttering. You felt pride swell in your chest again at his bliss, knowing you made him feel that good... that was until he shot you a quick glare.
“If I tell you to do something, you do it,” He breathed out, wiping his curls away from his face.
“Sorry,” You blushed, your face red from your greediness.
“But... I’m so glad you didn’t listen that time,” He chuckled a little bit. He let out an excited sigh, “You never told me you could work your mouth like that.”
“That was my first time,” You admitted, his disbelief making you chuckle a little.
“It definitely won’t be your last,” He wiped his face, pulling you into a kiss, despite the taste of him on your tongue. “You did amazing tonight princess.”
“As did you,” You smiled, your heart swarming with butterflies. Your legs were still shaking, and you couldn’t wait for the next time you both could be together so passionately. “Now, can you unweb me? I want to hold you.”
A huge laugh came from him as he bashfully rubbed his neck.
“That last bit may or may not have been all that I have with me,” He cringed.
“Seriously, Peter!” You groaned, “Ugh.”
“I’m sorry! We could always continue,” He gave a suggestive smile. You began to wonder if he planned on only bringing one batch.
“No! Peter... my legs are still shaking,” You scolded, you tugged on the webs only making your wrists hurt.
“Well, I guess you can just lay there for about... an hour and a half,” He cringed at my groan. I knew that at some point throughout that time, he was going to convince me to go further yet again. “I would run to the lab, but I don’t want to leave you tied up and naked... alone, that is.”
“Well, I’m not going to give in to your pestering Pete. You’re just gonna have to sit there, and look at me naked,” You quirked a brow and he darkly smirked.
“You sure you got a choice in that princess?” He half-joked, playing with your hair. It was then that a new smile grew over his face, and a look of adoration and pure love ran over his face. He kissed you, sweeter than he ever had, pulling back to give another sweet smile. “I love you.”
Your heart swelled with joy and happiness at the lovely confession.
“And I love you,” You smiled, your heart pattering at a quick pace.
“Even if I don’t always taste of peaches?” He joked, and your face twisted in laughter.
“Even if you don’t always taste of peaches.”
A/N: DONE! Whew, 7.5k words on a smut fanfic... I really hope it was worth the read. Please have an amazing day/evening, and remember to drink water if you were/are "participating in activities!"
Summary: [NSFW] As the only one who knows Spider-Mans identity after the unfortunate spell, Peter and you have been getting extremely close. Who knew that a little mistake at a college party, could change the terms of your relationship?
Part 2 is here!
CW: softdom!peter, submissive!femreader, smut!!!, underage drinking, "tipsy" sex, mentions of bondage, rough-sex, manhandling of reader, oral (f-receiving), orgasm denial (sorta), overstimulation (kinda, mainly of reader), unprotected sex, pet names (baby, princess, good girl... I think that's it), praise, slight degradation, bruises, teasing, explicit description and wording, restricted movement, mention/slight hint of roleplay
****PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU BELIEVE YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED. I PROMISE IT'S NOT WORTH THE RISK!!!****
A/N: This is the first smut I'm publishing, so please be patient. I'm practicing, but I realize this is not the best :,) But anyways, I hope you can get a little bit of excitement out of it 🍑✨🧡
Everyone in this fic is 18+
5k words, edited once
“And then, you know, the ENTIRE STATUE BREAKS-” Peter waved dramatically at you, rambling at such a quick speed it was difficult to keep up.
“Peter-” You tried to interrupt with a giggle at his frantic hand movements, the attempt failing pretty quickly. He was starting to get way too riled up, and you were getting worried someone was going to hear his rant. Ever since everyone else forgot Spider-Man’s identity, he was usually extremely careful about bringing up his alter ego in public...
“Which is NOT the first time I was taking part in the destruction of a NATIONAL MONUMENT! You probably don’t remember but-” He ignored your first interruption, so you were more aggressive this time around by slapping your hand over his mouth.
“Peter!” You hissed, stifling a laugh at his surprised look. “You’re getting a little loud, there are way too many people here. Someone’s gonna hear something and then it’s going to be even more of a disaster.”
He nodded his head and you removed your hand slowly, he muttered an embarrassed sorry while looking around the dimly lit room. You two were at one of the many frat parties that were taking place on campus, attempting to appease your roommate who INSISTED you both get some time outside of studying. You enjoyed partying most of the time, but Peter on the other hand...
He got awkward and hated not knowing most of the people there, but he refused to let you go without him. Getting drugged is not uncommon, and your roommate wasn’t really one to stick by your side. She was constantly on some random guy or girl, trying to find another victim for her unwavering libido, while you were slapping hands away and trying to dance in peace.
Peter wasn’t really one to get jealous, but he was extremely protective of you (understandable as the young hero had seen how horrible people can be, especially later in the evening). He liked to walk you to and from your late-night class on Wednesdays, always pushing your protests away and coming up with some excuse. So it wasn’t surprising when he raced after you when he heard where you were going, not complaining about the time or that he didn’t want to go.
Everything had been going great, Peter occasionally grabbing you both the only virgin drinks there while also sending glares to people who tried to approach you. That was until he got a notification about the newest Daily Bugle video that consisted of lovely interviews of New Yorkers who wished for Spider-Mans death. That was when he pulled you to the side of the room, telling you about everything they were saying it how it made him feel.
“I’m sorry, I just- It’s so loud!” He yelled as the music seemed to get even louder at the statement, raising the other conversations around you. “Here let's go.”
You were surprised when he grabbed your hand gently, pulling you away from the crowd into a nearby study. Your cheeks flushed lightly from the contact, not used to Peter being so bold... ever touching you at all really, but he didn’t take notice until he had shut the door a little louder than necessary.
“Oh! I- I didn’t mean to... sorry,” He let go of your hand, bringing it up to bashfully rub the back of his neck.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind it,” You smiled sweetly, secretly wishing he’d touch you more like that. The room filled with a thick silence, the outside voices muffled by the wall and the bass of the music shaking the ground slightly. Trying to avoid eye contact, you looked at the drink in your hand pretending to be interested in the contents, and that was when you spotted it.
“Uh, Peter?” Your jaw dropped slightly, a small smile working your way onto your face.
“What?” He seemed stressed, grabbing the long can to look at the front. His eyebrows raised and his face went beet red, then turning the bottle to look at the description on the back his jaw also dropped slightly. “Shit! I did not- I swear when I looked at the case it said it was non-alcoholic. And I-”
You interrupted by letting out a loud wheeze, doubling over quickly. It wasn’t really that funny, but the alcohol in your system was saying something else.
“Peter that’s 9%! How many did you have?” You couldn’t stop laughing, now realizing why you had been so giggly the past hour. You had at least 2 and a half cans, and could now recognize the slight buzz running through your head, fully understanding why your face had been so flushed.
“5...” He snorted slightly, joining in on your laughter. You noticed his eyes crinkle with his smile and the sight almost made you blush, he was just so adorable.
“5? Peter how are you not wasted?!?!” You were slowly bringing yourself back from your laughing fit, wiping tears from your eyes. You had a low alcohol tolerance, having not drank much in your life, and assumed Peter would be a lightweight aswell.
“It’s the spidey... thing,” He let out in between chuckles. “I doubt those will even affect me that long. And they were good okay? I couldn’t even taste the alcohol over that peachy flavor.”
“How lucky for you, I’m definitely going to be feeling a buzz for a little while,” You smiled, then let out a dramatic gasp followed by giggles. “Peter! You’re underage drinking... as a superhero!”
“So are you!” He pointed quickly, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you from your laughing.
“Wait, wait! I’m not a hero, I’m just a normal citizen... therefore it’s better?” You smiled cheekily, not really sure if that logic made sense, but happy to tease.
“It’s still a crime,” Peter scoffed lightly, placing the drink down on a nearby table. You watched as his back muscles flexed against his tight shirt, and suddenly things weren’t as funny anymore. Your mind jumped to unholy places, your body suddenly feeling quite hot. You thought about making a joke, almost not saying it until the alcohol pushed your judgment down.
“What are ya gonna do? Arrest me? I’ve always wondered what Spider-Man’s webs felt like...” You teased slightly. Peter paused for a second, he didn’t turn around but you could tell that your comment had some sort of effect on him. It made you second guess you’re statement, but he was just a friend, he wouldn’t think anything of it right? You decided to push a little bit further as if you had just got caught. “Oh but Spider-Man, I can’t be put in jail! Please let me go, I’ll do anything!”
You giggled at your own joke, slowly realizing you were a bit tipsier than you originally thought.
“Please, Peter-” You started to beg, but stopped yourself when Peter whipped around, getting extremely close to your face. His eyes seemed to be a darker brown than normal, his breath a little bit heavy and smelling of peaches. Your own breath caught in your throat at the sudden movement, as you took in how tall he was when standing right next to you.
“You can’t say that kind of stuff to me,” He swallowed thickly, it looked like he was struggling to hold composure. “You’ve looked gorgeous all night... all the time really, I always seem to catch myself staring. And you have been so supportive through everything, so kind and understanding of my hero work, even when I have to flake on you. Y/N, you don’t know how hard it’s been to hold back, to keep myself from- from...”
“Then don’t hold back anymore,” You looked at him through your eyelashes, feeling a lump of nervousness catch in your throat. You wanted him to break the tension, to kiss you- no you wanted him to do more than that. Thoughts ripped through your mind and you could feel yourself getting excited over even the idea.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, coming so close to you now. He bent down slightly, you could feel his breath running over your lips. He paused, leaving you wanting and craving more.
“Why’d you have to make it so difficult for me?” He asked quietly, only centimeters away from giving you what you wanted.
“Why didn’t you look at the cans closer?” You whispered back, watching as his jaw clenched.
“I can’t do this. As much as I want to, as much as I need to...” He suddenly pulled back, raking a hand through his hair. You let out the breath you were holding, shocked at the response. “You’re drunk, I can’t do this with you. When you’re completely sober, you’ll hate me for it.”
“Peter I won’t, I’m thinking clearly. I want you,” You looked at him, your heart racing and stomach fluttering.
“You’re making this extremely difficult,” He glared at you, wishing he could look at more than just your pretty face. His eyes scanned your body slowly, needing to be on you... to be in you. He almost lost control again, when the door opened quickly.
Your roommate was giggling and making out with some pink-haired woman that you didn’t recognize, they didn’t even realize you two were there until you cleared your throat. The two girls looked up quickly, the pink-haired one giving you a shy, embarrassed smile while your roommate smirked.
“I’m sorry were we interrupting something?” She teased, raising her eyebrows at you, her hands never leaving the gal.
“Actually-” You started, before Peter quickly grabbed your hand. You looked at him in confusion as he started pulling you towards the door.
“No, we were just leaving. We’re going back to the dorms,” He said both to you and your roommate, your eyebrows furrowing slightly
“Well, alright I’ll be sure to knock before I enter,” She teased while Peter was quick to close the door and start pushing through the crowd, clearly eager to get out of there.
“Wait, Peter-” You said, taking your hand back. He stopped and turned to look at you again.
“You said you wanted me right?” He asked, his eyes scanning you once again.
The words made you stutter slightly, a blush covering your face. You nodded, trying not to notice the hungry way he looked at you as it only seemed to make you more desperate.
“Then trust me,” His gaze softened, causing you to nod again, he took back your hand. You quickly wove through the many, sweaty bodies and pushed through the door, into the cold night. You felt the rush of freezing airflow over you, quickly cooling off your body though desire kept other parts of you hot.
Just as Peter said, you started the 15-minute walk to your dorm building. He noticed your shivering and pulled you close, as he also did not bring a jacket. The walk went on in silence, you slowly felt the buzz from your drinks die down a little bit, but not fully as you knew the effects of alcohol lasted much longer than an hour. Finally, reaching inside the warm building you turned to walk towards your dorm, Peter trailing shortly behind.
It was then that you were starting to feel slightly infuriated, he had gotten you so worked up and then just... pulled away? You felt clear-minded enough, and though it was sweet that he was thinking about you, it also made you want to slap him across the face. An idea slowly dawned on you as you started up the staircase to your hall, he wanted this just as much as you did and you knew it... you could use that against him.
Reaching your door, you slowed down, pulling the key out of your handbag. It was a cliche move but in your short dress? It was going to work marvelously. You let the key slip from your fingers smoothly, bending over at the waist in the most obvious way possible just to pick it up. You could practically hear the breath that caught in his throat, and you smiled to yourself knowing you got him back.
Unlocking the door and turning the handle, you were surprised when two hands quickly rushed you inside, pushing you against the wall and slamming the door behind him.
“I thought you were going to leave me?” You challenged slightly, his jaw clenching again.
“I never said that, I just said I was taking you home,” He corrected, standing still extremely close to you. “What’s with the brattiness?”
“I’m upset you didn’t kiss me. Tease me up like that, and then just pull away... dick move Parker,” You furrowed your eyebrows slightly.
“You know my reasoning,” He was quick to respond, eyes darting to your lips and back.
“And you know mine.”
He paused only for a moment before he brought his head down to your ear and you felt the nervousness coming back again, his breath fanned over your neck and you could smell his mahogany cologne.
“You’re really good at making me lose all control, you know that?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You didn’t answer, swallowing thickly at the feeling, suddenly not having the courage you had before. “Aw, what? Nothing to say, I thought you were doing great at teasing all night... I guess it’s my turn huh?”
You felt your breath quicken at the words, your thighs rubbing against each other to provide some sort of friction. You wanted him, your body wanted him... and he was using it against you.
“Tell me that you still want me.”
You hesitated only for a second, feeling him place a small kiss on your neck.
“I need you, Peter,” You breathed out quickly, not willing to brat or put up a fight anymore.
“That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” He smiled before crashing his lips into yours. Sparks flew throughout your body as you kept feeling yourself get hotter and hotter. He wasn’t soft and sweet like you would expect Peter to be, but passionate and lustful, and you were loving this side of him. When he pushed his tongue in your mouth, you could taste the peach flavor that had started this whole thing.
His hands tangled into your hair as you kicked your shoes off, him doing the same, while you ran your own fingers into his soft curls. He was guiding you to your room, pushing you onto the bed while you cleared off the pillows and stuffed animals, too distracted to be embarrassed. He was on you again quickly, caging your body in with his, hands hesitating to touch you at first, but finding their place at your hips.
He didn’t stay at your lips for long, his mouth trailing down the side of your neck with soft kisses. You let out soft moans to the delicate feeling of his warm lips being so gentle with his caresses, sometimes sucking just enough to leave a mark. He continued this process slowly diving into the crook of your shoulder, and onto your collarbone, while slowly sliding his hands up the bottom of your dress.
He looked up at you for permission, to which you nodded eagerly. He pulled up the dress, you arching and helping to lift over your head. He stopped for a moment just to look, adoration and lust clouding his every feature.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” He smiled to himself, almost prideful, before going to kiss at your cleavage. Your face was burning hot from the compliment, and you were sure if he had stared only a second longer you would have curled in on yourself out of embarrassment. But you were soon distracted by his lips again, nipping and sucking on your breasts.
“This is convenient, did you wear this for me princess?” He played at your front clasping bra but didn’t give you the time to affirm your innocence, settling on his own decision. “Planning this all along, what a dirty little girl.”
The words heated your face even more as you squirmed, getting desperate to be touched somewhere more dire. But Peter was slow, unclipping and setting your breasts free for his eyes. He groaned slightly, before using both his mouth and hands to tease and play with your nipples. You squirmed and moaned beneath him, slowly getting more and more soaked.
“So. So. So. Pretty.” He said in between kisses, making you blush yet again. “My pretty girl.”
You loved that he said “my” without hesitation, yet couldn’t focus for long as he moved from your breasts to your tummy. He placed soft hovering kisses, making you whimper at the soft tickling sensation, wishing he’d go just a bit faster. When he finally made it to the edge of your panties, he used his teeth to lift the waistband before snapping it back onto your skin.
You thought that was going to be when he pulled your underwear off, but you groaned as he skipped over your sensitive spot, moving to your thighs sucking and kissing sharply. You were squirming now as the need for any sort of touch increased, the pressure in your stomach was becoming painful.
“Peter, please...” You squirmed, weaving your fingers in his hair. “Please, please, please.”
“Please what baby? Use your words” He smirked slightly, loving the fact that you were begging and whimpering for him.
“Please touch me,” You whimpered slightly, as his grip on your thighs tightened to keep you from trying to get some friction. He was really enjoying all the control he had over you and was reveling in every squirm and moan.
“I am touching you,” He placed a kiss right next to your underwear, causing you to shiver, “you’re going to have to be more specific.”
“I don’t want to say it,” You felt your face heat up quickly, “it’s embarrassing.”
“Well then, I’ll just keep going at my own pace,” He smirked letting his breath fan over your clothed clit, before moving to your thighs again, sucking in what was sure to be a deep hickey. You whimpered in annoyance and embarrassment, before giving in, unable to take another minute.
“Please, touch my pussy,” You almost had to choke out that last word, covering your face with your hands. It made you so flustered saying something like that, you could barely even stutter out the rest of your pleading. “Peter, I need you, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Such a good girl for me,” He smiled at your embarrassment, loving the revenge for your defiant attitude earlier. You switched tones so quickly for him, and it made his head spin he loved it so much. The sound of the nickname sent a shock of arousal hit your core, as the pressure in your stomach only pushed further.
He slid off your panties slowly, letting the cold air hit your labia.
“Princess, you are soaking wet for me. You poor thing, so, so, so, needy,” He placed a kiss to your cunt, eventually giving you what you had begged so nicely for. You let out pornographic moans as he started sucking and licking at your clit, eventually covering your mouth to keep quiet. When he heard the sounds of your muffled groans, he pulled up quickly making you huff at the loss of contact you just got.
“Don’t cover your mouth sweetheart, I want to hear you,” He reprimanded slightly, moving back into his previous position when you moved your hand back down. You tried to keep quiet letting out whimpers and small moans, while Peter held your hips down in order to keep you still.
“Peter,” You moaned his name and that only made him pick up the pace. He was incredibly talented with his mouth and you could feel the coil wrapping tighter in your stomach. You curled your toes, one hand gripping on to Peter’s curls, while the other was gripping on the sheets.
“I’m going to cum, I’m so close,” You let out in between quick breaths. It was then that he took one hand, easily inserting one finger while using his thumb to press against your clit. You missed his mouth, but you were so close to the edge the new feeling almost pushed you over.
“Do you think you deserve for me to let you cum? Hm? Only good girls get that pleasure,” He teased, watching how your eyes scrunched up in euphoria at his vulgar words and movements.
“Oh, God- I’m going to-” You started to say before Peter interrupted, removing his thumb quickly. You whined slightly in response as it pushed your finish back.
“You’re not going to cum unless I say so. Just a few more seconds princess, tell me how much you deserve this,” He was stern at first, moving into a more encouraging voice.
“Please, I’ve been good- I- I will be good, god please,” You let words tumble out of your lips, unsure you could even say a full sentence.
“My good little slut. Okay baby, go ahead. Cum for me.” He moved his mouth back down to your pussy, while still fingering you at a comfortable pace. His permission had your orgasm rocking your body in seconds, your body shaking as a wave of pleasure seemed to drown you, a loud moan escaping your lips.
Peter let you ride it out on his fingers, as your legs were shivering beside his head. Slowly catching your breath you watched as he took his shirt and pants off, the sight of his hot body and the tent in his boxers could’ve sent you into a second O. He then crawled up to your face again, letting his swollen pink lips caress your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips as he gently pressed his mouth against your own, humming into the sweet kiss.
“You don’t taste like peaches anymore,” You smiled lovingly, letting your hand caress his cheek.
“You taste so much better anyway,” He pecked you again, letting his hands grab yours. “Are you ready?”
You nodded as he slipped off his boxers causing your eyes to widen slightly. You knew his powers gave him certain perks but you weren’t expecting something so impressive, your mouth watered a little bit at the thought of getting to return the favor from earlier. He smiled a little bit at your reaction, lining himself up against your entrance.
He didn’t enter you right away, just rubbing himself against you, your hips bucking slightly when he brushed against your swollen clit. He was teasing again, and you were feeling too sensitive to continue with his antics much longer.
“Peter quite, I- I’m too-” You started, interrupting yourself with a gasp as he pushed himself inside you. You could feel how big he was, and even him partially being in provided a little bit of pain. You weren’t very experienced in sex anyway, but even if you were he would have easily made you feel full.
“Holy fuck, you feel even better than I could have even imagined,” He practically growled out. He was slow, letting you get used to the feeling but your eyes still brimmed with tears as you let out little whimpers of the feeling.
“Peter- oh my god, I don’t think-” You started, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.
“I’ll fit baby. Your pussy feels too good, I’ll make it fit,” He was loving, placing little kisses along your neck until he bottomed out, leaving you feeling full to the brim. He tried to hold himself back, letting you get used to the feeling, but the urge to start moving overran his caring side.
He rocked back and forth slowly, moans and curses tumbling from his lips along with short sweet praises.
“Such a good girl, taking my whole cock. Fuck, you feel so good,” He entangled both your hands in his so that you couldn’t touch him. You were grateful for the gesture because you couldn’t even think about anything else besides the way his length was slowly getting faster inside your tight cunt.
“Peter” You pitifully moaned, unable to think about anything but him and how good you were feeling. He was fucking you dumb and had only barely started, and he was loving the effect he had on you.
He was trying to be gentle but it was just so hard, he wanted to ram into you at full pace, giving him the pleasure he craved. But he knew his full speed would hurt you, so he held back knowing he’d have to train that little pussy so he could fuck you hard, over time. The bed frame was rocking into the wall now, and you knew the neighboring dorm would be sure to complain as your breathless moans filled the room.
Going faster, you could barely take it, knowing the coil in your stomach was already building up at a rapid pace. His grip moved to your wrists, and the rough hold made your moans even louder while his own grunts were battling for volume. You could feel the sweat on each other's bodies, while you met his hips, attempting to not be totally useless despite it already being enough with just his thrusts.
“There you go princess, so needy for my cock,” He almost whimpered, pulling his head closer to your ear. In a gruff tone, hit bit your lobe and grumbled a promise. “I’m going to use this little cunt, until you can’t even think about being with anyone else. You’ll belong to me, this pussy will be mine, and your thoughts will be only of how I ruin you.”
The words seemed to send your brain into a frenzy, his pace picking up to a bruising speed as your breath got even faster. You knew you were both getting close as his pace got more sloppy, and needy. He let his hands fall to your breasts, squeezing and playing with them as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders.
He was ramming into the perfect spot now, his moans getting more desperate and you felt like you could barely breathe. The feeling was overwhelming as his body pressed into yours, merciless and brutal, yet his gaze was soft and loving, his lips parting with each thrust. He threw his head back slightly, his curls falling to the side of his face as he knew he was getting close.
“Peter! Ah, I’m going to- holy shit, I’m gonna-” You started rambling, the coil in your stomach reaching another tight ball.
“Don’t fucking cum yet, come on baby, wait for me,” He urged, his hands moving down to your waist. He only could think about how your walls felt so good around him, and how your skin was soft beneath his skin. He squeezed his fingers into your flesh, and you knew there would be bruises afterward, him not realizing the level of roughness he was using on you. “You’re so fucking sensitive, shit.”
You tried to head his command, holding onto the edge as long as possible, but your body just couldn’t take it anymore. You brought your hands to his shoulders, gripping tightly as your toes curled into your feet. Electricity seemed to shoot through your frame as your orgasm ripped through you, causing your whole body to convulse slightly.
“F-fuck,” Peter grumbled, your hole rhythmically squeezing him into his own release. He couldn’t even think while his body shuddered, his own release filling you up and his breaths ragged. Your pornographic moans mixed with his while you both kept riding it out, slowly beginning to feel overstimulated. When he finally pulled out, your hips bucked at the feeling, your pussy now too sensitive to take anything else.
“Holy s-shit,” You giggled slightly, your whole body shaking and feeling weak. You knew you weren’t going to be able to get up as Peter collapsed beside you. He recovered quicker than you had expected, his breaths returning to normal, and you discovered that his hair wasn’t even sweaty as you ran your fingers through it. You knew your stray baby hairs were stuck to your forehead, but your body was still twitching from the feeling of being fucked into oblivion, so you didn’t really care how you looked.
Not having the energy to even roll over Peter got up without a word to get a warm, damp, washcloth. He wiped off your slick that covered your thighs, and his own cum that was leaking down your folds. You whined a little bit at the feeling, your body to sensitive to really handle his soft movements, but he let out soft little coos and praises until he was done. It was then he noticed the bruises and marks he had littered over your body, his face hardening slightly at the clear mark of his fingertips on your hips.
Moving back up to you he pulled you into his chest, holding you tight and placing kisses on your head. You rolled into him, gently closing your thighs together as to not make yourself buck again, and placing your own small kisses into his chest.
“You did so good baby, I-” He stopped himself, swallowing thickly, “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“It’s alright, I don’t mind a bit of manhandling,” You smiled and looked into his eyes. He still seemed concerned about you, so you kissed him on the lips. “I promise I’m okay, I actually like it. You’d know if I was uncomfortable.”
“You’re too good for me,” He chuckled slightly. You were too perfect, too understanding.
“I thought I was a criminal?” You referred to the earlier drinking, making him roll his eyes.
“I’m too tired to bring you in tonight... You’ll get what’s coming to you eventually,” He fake glared at you, making you let out a small laugh.
“Promise to tie me up?” You let the blush settle on your cheeks, unable to hide your smitten smirk.
He smiled then, pulling you back into his shoulder, letting the smell of your hair surround him.
“You dirty girl,” He teased.
“You rough spider,” You smiled, happier than you’ve ever been.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know if you'd like a part two, of the scene which Peter has promised to give "-what's coming to you," it will definitely show more Dom!peter. Thanks for reading :)
