i’m so mad at myself rn. i saw a video that was so peter coded and i was gonna save it but twitter refreshed before i could😭😭😭it was so hot. like the girl was on top rising slowing and the guy was whimpering so hard. if i find it again, ill send it here. also i love your work💗💗the way you write smut is so chefs kiss. i’m always inspired to write more smut because of you🤭
Ahhh thank you so much! 🤘🏻🫶🏻
I love when I inspire people to feel their inner freak! 😈
And yessss if you find it, send it! I love getting those in my inbox because it makes my freaky lil heart happy 🤘🏻
i have to know what yall thoughts are on frat boy!peter parker. like what are some headcanons yall see??? also like do you guys see me vision if i said he is on the basketball team too??? i have more and can 100% tell you all of them. please interact with me on this. i wanna see sumn. inbox and comments are open. all thoughts allowed
cw: 18+, p in v, spanking, condoms were used here... idk if i missed any
Matt’s hands move over your body feverishly. Your lips molded together between soft gasps. Your back rested firmly against your front door, heels still planted on the porch. The cool Thursday air brushes under your skirt, doing nothing for the growing heat in your core. He pulls away first, forehead resting against yours while you catch your breath. Your hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, smoothing over the fabric of his suit. You let out a breathy laugh. “That was… fun. I loved the music that bar was playing.” He huffs with a smirk. “Ba da bum bum bum. Ba da bum bum bum,” he mocks under his breath. “Very sexy.” You laugh as he sways you side to side like the music was still playing.
The two of you had been seeing each other for a little over two months. You’d met a while back when your stupid kitten heel got caught in a sidewalk grate. You were on your way to a coffee shop before work, phone wedged between your ear and shoulder while your editor in chief tore into you about an upcoming deadline. And because the universe had a sick sense of humor, a truck was hurdling towards you too. People around you continued as normal. Classic New York. You were still struggling with your shoe when a pair of hands wrapped around your waist and yanked you backward. The truck zoomed by a second later, horn honking like you’d somehow inconvenienced them. Your shoe stared back from the grate, upright and mocking. “Jesus,” the voice beside you muttered. His head tilted, listening to your frantic heartbeat. Your boss could still be heard yelling through your abandoned phone on the pavement. Then he stepped forward, cane tapping before crouching down to retrieve your shoe and phone with surprising ease. “Are you okay?” His voice was rough and warm. You’d told your boss to hold, then offered to buy the handsome stranger coffee as a thank you. And now here you are.
Your heart skips a bit as Matt smiles back at you. He’s got that same almost expectant look on his face that he always has at the end of your dates. The one that silently screams ‘are you gonna invite me up this time?’ And fuck, of course you wanted to. He’s hot, smart, ridiculously handsome. Tonight he looked particularly lethal in his new navy suit and crisp white button down, sleeves rolled up exposing his delicious forearms. You’d spent half the evening with your legs crossed impossibly tight. He’d even asked you to dance with him tonight. Something you didn't even know he did. So yes, while tempting, you keep thinking back to what your friend said about ‘sleeping together before getting to month three.’
You clear your throat softly, hands still resting on his shoulders. “So… I’ve got a late night in the office coming up. Does Friday at seven sound okay?” Matt nodded immediately. “Next Friday sounds great, sweetheart.” You shake your head, heat blooming your cheeks as your hands slide down his chest. “Great. See you then.” His hands smoothed down your skirt, giving your ass a small squeeze before dropping back to his sides. You bite your lip, half thinking of just saying ‘fuck it’ and rushing him to your bedroom. The loss of warmth makes your body ache. You watch his hand reach for his cane, fingers curling around the handle. His knuckles are slightly pink from the cool air. Veins popped out the harder he gripped. Your eyes look down at your shoes for a split second, biting down on your lip even harder. You need him to leave now before you make a reckless decision. He inhales sharply, then smiles. “Have a good night.” You smile back at his red lenses. “I will. …I’ll probably be dreaming of you.” Matt laughs as he walks backward down your brownstone steps. You stand there a little longer as he disappears down the street. Still warm everywhere he touched you.
That Saturday, you decided to have an impromptu brunch with your girlfriends, which quickly turned into a “romantic intervention”. “You’re overthinking it.” Naomi declares, cutting into her omelette. “That’s my professional opinion at least.” Celeste glares from behind her mimosa, “that ain’t a professional anything.” Naomi ignores her. “You’re hot. He’s hot. I say hot people should be allowed to fuck. That’s how we heal as a society.” Celeste scoffs, “or she could wait until she knows for sure that he’s actually serious about her.” “Girl- it’s been two months.” Naomi bites back. “He hasn’t ghosted her. He calls her ‘sweetheart’. Hell- the man took her dancing.” “That doesn’t mean anything. Men are supposed to be charming in the beginning.” “Okay, and women deserve orgasms in the beginning.” You groan, dropping your head into your hand while they continue to bicker. “Okay. Okay. Relax. I just… want it to be good, y’know? What if we sleep together and everything changes after that?” You finally admit. “We’ve been on this hot streak for only a few months. What if he’s terrible in bed? Or I am? Or he realizes I’m not what he wants after all. Or maybe sex is all he wants and-” Naomi’s hand lays on yours. “Please take a breath before you pass out.” You exhale quickly, eyes shifting between them. Celeste sighs, “look. We can’t tell you what to do at the end of the day. There’s gotta be some cosmic reason he decided to even ask you out after the whole grate situation.” She pauses taking another sip of her drink, “even if there wasn’t one. You clearly got him obsessed with you.” Naomi joins in. “Yeah you clearly have him pussywhipped before you even gave it to him. Hah.” Despite yourself, you laugh along.
Friday arrives faster than expected. You rushed home and immediately jumped in the shower to wash off the day. You made sure to exfoliate one more time. Brush your teeth. And scrub your tongue. At six-thirty sharp, you received a simple text of ‘wear something distracting’. Naomi nearly screamed at it when you called her for help. “Oh. He wants it bad.” She immediately shuffles to your closet, throwing you in a black and white polka dot number. “You have to wear that.” Your hands tug at the hem. “It’s… short.” “Exactly!” Your eyes narrow at her through the mirror. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” She holds up your black red bottoms with a slight shrug. “Of course I am! Just look at you. Legs out. Titties sitting. Ugh, he won’t be surviving at all tonight.”
Turns out, she might’ve been right. The art exhibit Matt took you to was small and intimate, made from a converted warehouse downtown. Your hand stayed looped through his the entire time while you described every little detail you saw. “I love hearing you talk,” his head tilts in your direction. “You have a very broad description of things around you.” You smile despite the growing heat crawling up your neck. Afterward, he led you into a tiny Italian restaurant that his best friend, Foggy had apparently sworn ‘changed lives spiritually.’ The tables were just close enough that your knees brushed together whenever either of you moved. At some point while he was talking, your hands drifted down unconsciously pulling your dress hem again. He stops mid sentence, head cocking to the side. “You keep doing that.” Your hands still, “doing what?” A smirk grazed his lips, “playing with the hem of your skirt. Too short for you?” You softly scoff, playfully nudging his shin with your heel. “You said you wanted something distracting. Guess I’m the one who’s distracted.” His smirk deepens. “For what it’s worth, I’m sure it’ll be even more distracting with it off.” You nudge his shin harder, thighs clamping together. “Eat your pasta, Matthew.”
The night continued on. Dinner left you both warm and slightly buzzed from the red wine you shared. His arm stayed looped around your bicep as you walked back to your place. The silence felt a bit louder between you. “You’re quiet,” Matt murmured, that knowing almost smile on his lips. “Not that I mind. Just…noticing.” You smile softly, “sorry. Just a lot swirling in my brain, I guess. I promise you’re not boring me.” He huffs a small laugh, steps slowing then coming to a stop. “Do you want to talk about it?” You stop with him, mirroring his tilted head. “Um…” you hesitate, then exhale. “You do like me, right?” The question lands heavier than you mean it to. He doesn’t answer at first. Not because he doesn’t want to. But because he always listens first. To your voice. Breath. Your heartbeat had changed the second you asked. He smiles, blush blooming on his cheeks. “Yeah. I do.” You look away, nodding. “Yeah, but. Do you think of me…like that?” He doesn’t move. Doesn’t rush you. “When you say ‘like that’, you mean… intimately?” You clear your throat as your eyes flicker to the sidewalk, “yeah.” He lets out a slow breath, reaching out and grabbing one of your hands. “Of course I do. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.” Your eyes look back up at him. “I didn’t want to rush you. Or make you feel like that’s all I’m here for. Which… I’m not.”
Your chest tightens a little at that. His thumb brushes slowly over your knuckles. He leans in slightly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You do the same. Then something cool lands on your cheek. Startled, you lean back, looking at the dark sky overhead. Matt’s head tilts, “rain?” Another hits closer to your eye. “Apparently so.” The drizzle instantly picks up heavier. Your hand grips his tighter. “Oh god- my hair! We gotta go!” You both laugh, hand in hand as you run towards your building. By the time you reach the stairs, you're both soaked. Matt’s white shirt clings to him, outlining every toned muscle underneath. Your curls spring wilder at the roots from the rain and humidity. The laughter between you dies down, both still slightly breathless. His hand hesitantly comes up to your face, moving a curl out of the way. “God, you’re beautiful.” You look away, pushing his chest a little. “Shut up, Matt. You don’t have to-” “I mean it. All of it. I- I want to be with you. I really like you. A lot. .” Your eyes soften. Under his red lenses, his unfocused eyes almost look desperate. “I want to be with you. I really like you. A lot.” His thumb brushes your warm cheek. “I want every part of you.”
Something in you snaps. You grab him by the collar and pull him into a kiss. His hands drop to your waist, groaning softly against your lips. “Fuck,” you breathe out. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” His grip tightens. “I just didn’t know how to tell you without sounding desperate.” Your teeth catch his bottom lip, pulling another rough groan from him. You pull back, breathing heavy. Your hands drop from his hair, frantically searching through your purse for your keys. “Please come upstairs with me. I want you so bad right now.” “Lead the way, beautiful.” You smile, turning back around to unlock the door.
The moment the apartment door clicked shut, the careful composure of the evening left. He pushes you against the door, lips crashing down to your neck this time. The smell of his cologne and wine from earlier mixing deliciously. His teeth graze your neck. Hand trailing everywhere, feeling the hem of your dress rising up again. He takes a handful, lifting the skirt up higher. “Fuck, this dress. Could hear how it stretched over your pretty ass.” His hand smacks down, earlier a whimper from you. “You like that?” You nod, asking him to do it again. Per your request, he does it again. And again. Each spank leaves a warm print in its wake. You push him back, gently. Your finger delicately pull down the straps of your dress, letting it drop to the floor in one swift motion. Your nipples immediately pebble as the cool air hits them. He groans, stepping forward, groping them in both hands. His thumbs run past your nipples. A soft gasp escapes your mouth. “Please, Matt. Do what you want to me.” Your pleas go straight to his cock. The strain now more visible in his slacks. Matt leans down, taking one nipple between his plump lips. His tongue flicks the hardened bud, sucking in softer. He comes back up, planting a kiss on your lips. Your legs part, grabbing his other hand and placing it on top of your heat. One brow lifts up from his glasses,“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to feel this pussy.” You softly sigh. “I can take a guess.”
You push him back again, stepping out of the dress. You kick your shoes to the side, waiting for him to join you. He quickly follows suit, throwing his suit jacket on the floor next to the dress. You grab his head and lead him to your plush couch. His hands come up to your bare back, fingers grazing your panties’ waistband. “I think it’s a little unfair that I’m practically naked and you haven’t even shown me anything of yours.” He breathes out a laugh, “anything for you.” He pulls back, starting with his shirt. You take a seat on the couch, spreading wide for him. One of your hands trails down, teasingly rubbing circles into your clit. The sound of the fabric against your fingertips pulls a growl from him. The shirt hits the floor, falling under your coffee table. He fumbles with his belt, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. The button on his pants pops open, providing more anticipation than needed. Before he pulls down his pants, he glances down at you. “Are you absolutely sure you want to have sex tonight?” You nod, “drop them now or I’ll cry.” With that, he pulls down both his pants and boxers painfully slow. The speed shows you enough of his cock before fully dropping to the ground. His cock springs free, bouncing up and hitting his abs. Your eyes widen. “Sweetheart, didn’t anyone ever tell you ‘it’s rude to stare’?”
You nod, mouth still agape. The hand on your clit slows down. He hovers over you, legs coming between yours. One hand replaces yours, rubbing small circles in the same spot. Then he pulls the now damp panties to the side. One finger darts out, gathering your slick. “So fucking wet.” His finger pushes in slowly, letting you adjust to the new feeling. Your thighs stutter, almost closing. His other hand comes up to your thigh, forcing your legs open. His finger pumps inside, curling up slightly. He sinks another finger in. Your back arches off the couch, crying out. His thick fingers stretch you so good, thumb rubbing over your clit. “Matt. More. Please.” He slides down your body, keeping his fingers inside. You feel his hot breath between your thighs. A whimper and moan creep up your throat as his tongue flattens over your pussy. “Oh my-” Your hands fly into his hair, fisting the more he licks. He continues to suck and lick, fingers still pumping with the pace. You scream out when he curls his fingers again, asking for more.
“Please, Matt. It feels so good, baby.” He smirks up, lips and chin covered in your juices. His glasses now perfectly foggy. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the sight. He pulls away, earning a small whine from your lips. Your own hands pull your panties all the way off. You watch as he reaches back for his pants, pulling a condom from one of the pockets. “Were you expecting to fuck me tonight, Matthew?” He shrugs, “a guy can hope.” He opens the package, sliding the condom over the tip and down his thick shaft. He hovers back down, stroking his shaft a few times. His other hand removes his glasses, unfocused eyes staring back at you. “You’re all mine tonight.” He taps the tip over your clit with a small smirk. His hips move forward, the tip pushing in. He pushes in further, up to the hilt. A string of moans and curses fall from both your lips. He leans in, capturing yours with more bite. The fullness of it all sends your eyes to the back of your head.
His hips pull back, not all the way, then thrust back. The thrust pulls a louder moan from you. He thrusts again, this time, driving in deeper. “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.” Matt’s head falls back to your shoulder, driving his hips again. He settles an even pace, picking up his speed. Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him in deeper, if even possible. You scream when his hands scoop under you, pulling you to his chest. Your hands fall behind him, scratching at his muscular bare back. He thrusts harder, thighs and hips pushing up into you.
The room sounds completely different than usual. Skin slapping together echoing around the house. The squelching of your pussy every time he thrusts. Your screams and pants mixing together in one breath. The coil in your stomach starts to tighten with every push. He can hear your orgasms chasing each other. “You gonna cum for me? You want me to fuck you harder?” Your head bobs up and down, soft tears streaming down your cheeks. “Please. Please, I want it so bad, Matt.” He thrusts harder, thighs smacking yours. His hand on your clit quickens. “Atta girl. Come on. Cum for me. Give it to me.” His growls send you over the edge. He feels you clench down harder, pulsing along with his thrusts. Your orgasm violently rips through you. Your head falls back, Matt tightening his grip on your back. “That’s it. Good girl. Fuck.” He gently lowers you back on the couch, thrusting deeper and harder. His own orgasm pulls out the loudest groan you’ve ever heard. You feel as the condom fills up before he almost collapses over you.
His chest heaves along with yours. You pull him down to lay on top of you. One hand fists in the back of his hair while the other rubs up his back. You feel him twitch inside of you. You bite down on your lip. Both of you stay in position for a little longer. Covered in sweat. Hair messy. Complete bliss. He pulls away, kissing your cheek then your lips. “Is that what you were waiting for?” Your eyes finally open, staring back at him. Your hand plays with his hair before answering. “Absolutely. I can’t wait for next time.”
A/N: sorry this took me so long yall. i literally feel like im the worst at writing smut, but i'm still trying yknow. i feel like my smut always sounds so rushed and unedited but idk. anyway, for this one, i was trying to go for a kinda 90s/00s rom-com feel. kinda sex and the city or girlfriends sorta vibes. also like whats with me and fucking on the couch?? lol. lemme know what yall think. and if you have any ideas, feedback, or just wanna come chat, my inbox is ALWAYS open <3
finishing up a little date night with matt piece. i’m thinking of doing some headcannons next. i think ive been overthinking and overstressing when it comes to bigger pieces 😭😭so anyways what do yall want next? i can elaborate more on them, if yall want. lemme know luvs💗💗
am i the only one who forces the headcannon that their faves are talelr than them? cause i'm like 5'9 and i always kinda inadvertently write that the character is taller or just like same height as me. in my mind "canonically" Peter Parker is like 6'0(specifically tasm. mcu's seems 5'10 at best lol), Matt Murdock is somehow 6'2, Charles Xavier might be around 5'11 or 6'0... do you guys do that or am i just kinda weird??? but also do you see my vision as a tall girl?
am i the only one who forces the headcannon that their faves are talelr than them? cause i'm like 5'9 and i always kinda inadvertently write that the character is taller or just like same height as me. in my mind "canonically" Peter Parker is like 6'0(specifically tasm. mcu's seems 5'10 at best lol), Matt Murdock is somehow 6'2, Charles Xavier might be around 5'11 or 6'0... do you guys do that or am i just kinda weird??? but also do you see my vision as a tall girl?
just watched x-men first class for the first time in a while. and lemme just say everybody can break me in half. why the actual fuck is charles so hot in this? and alex??? erik?? DAMN
just had another insane little thought. so i wrote a while ago for peter x claire temple’s niece!character, right? if you haven’t read it, basically just know she’s got a close relationship with matt murdock too. now scrap that thought of her being close to him like that. think of him as just a guy your aunt occasionally has over. you know he’s a vigilante but never asked what his powers were.enter you dating peter. sweet humble semi calm nerdy ass peter. you’ve introduced your aunt to him a while back. and later had him meet matt(on a night of patrol or something). him and peter have probably fought together but again even peter doesn’t know what this man’s powers or abilities are. just know matt and claire trust the guy with you.
now walk with me here. you guys are having a movie night in your bedroom. you and peter have recently been getting active. your aunt doesn’t know. she just thinks you guys are having cute study seshs that turn into him spending the night. on this particular night, you and peter were watching a movie, but things got heated real fast once claire officially left. peter’s getting all handsy and everything. then you remember, matt’s still sitting on your couch. having been hurt pretty bad that night and got patched up. maybe he’s passed out on the couch. “but matt’s in the other room.” “oh come on there’s no way he can hear us all the way on the other side of this apartment.” unbeknownst to yall, matt heard everything. mans woke up an hour ago and was hoping to just go back to sleep. welp now he can’t. way to go guys
anyway. i could say more but this post is already way too long. what do yall think? doesn’t have to be claire’s niece btw. could totally be a different scenario but same thing yknow
cw: 18+, sexual themes, P in V, no condoms(please be responsible), spanking, creampie... unsure if I missed any warning. a little unedited. sorry.
The front door shuts harder than usual, keys clattering onto the counter. “Everyone always thinks they can just cut corners,” Peter grumbles, voice echoing through the apartment. "But when I find an actual solution, I’m the problem? …yeah right. Makes total sense.” You’re at the sink, scrubbing dishes, but can’t help the grin tugging at your lips. Drama queen, you think. His shoes absently hit the wall, landing on the floor harder along with his bag. He storms into the living room, steps heavier than usual.
“Bad day, honey?” He pauses mid step, finally noticing you’re also home. “Uh- yeah. Yeah.” He shuffles over, sheepish now. “”Bad day” is… an understatement.” He stops near the counter, running his hands through his hair. Then he leans down, wrapping his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “Hi,” he murmurs against your cheek. His lips brush a quick, apologetic kiss to it. Your curls tickle his face as he exhales with a sigh that’s half frustration, half relief. “I’m sorry. You probably don’t want me bringing all that energy into the house.” You turn off the sink, titling your head with one brow up. “That’s never stopped you before.” He huffs out a laugh, looking down like he’d been caught. “In fact,” you continue with a smirk, “why don’t you continue while I finish this up.”
He blinks at you, eyes wide. “Seriously? I- I was just complaining a little.” His gaze flickers between you and the dishes. You shrug, “if you don’t get it out now, you’ll be grumbling in your sleep again. And we can’t have that.” His mouth opens. Then closes. “You’re… enabling me?” “Yep! G‘head.” You watch as he slowly saunters back to the couch, flopping in the middle of the green cushions. Arms spread, legs sprawled wide, flannel sleeves pushed up. He runs a hand through his hair again before starting back up. “Right. Well, um. Get this. Remember those tests we’ve been working on the past few weeks?” You hum in acknowledgement, still moving around the kitchen. “Well today, my supervisor decided to “streamline the process”. That just means he didn’t read my fucking notes.” He frustratedly huffs again. You bite back a laugh. “And I’m like “hey man, maybe don’t get rid of the part that makes all our results actually worth the tests.”” He continues, clearly heated all over again. “And he looks at me like I’m the one being difficult.”
You continue to listen while you rinse off the last dish, but your eyes keep drifting over. And damn you wish you hadn’t. He’s still rambling. Glasses slightly more askew, cheeks flushed and legs spread like he’s claiming the whole couch. He looks.. Ridiculous. Yet. You can’t take your eyes off him. Your pulse rushes. You turn back around, stopping the faucet and dry your hands to make your way over. Peter keeps going on, completely unaware. “-And then he says “we’ll just revisit it later.” What does that even mean? Is that like tomorrow or-”
Your hand lands on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. He looks up, head tilting back lazily. “Hi beautiful.” “Hi.” “Um. And he-” His voice falters as you step between his legs. Your fingers drag from his shoulder to his neck.He swallows, “Y’know. The variables are-” You lean down to place a kiss below his ear. “Keep talking Dr.Parker. What else did he do?” He stops, fully short-circuiting. You kiss him again, continuing down his jaw. For a second, he just sits there. “What are you doing?” You don’t respond, climbing into his lap. Both legs land on each side of his hips. “Keep going, Pete.” His hands come up to rest on your hips. You can feel the strain through his jeans.“I want to. You’re just … not really helping.” He manages as your lips brush his throat. “You gotta learn to multitask, babe.” He exhales, “shit. You- you’re dangerous. You know that?” He pulls you in closer. “Mhm.” Your hands reach under his shirt, rubbing over his abs. He huffs, “you’re supposed to be listening to my very important rant about science.” “I am.” “No… you’re not.” “Uh huh. Something about a “streamline process”, right? ” “That’s not-” Your lips finally graze his, tongue darting out for a small lick. He lets out a sound, half surrendering, half laughing. “Okay,” he exhales. “Yeah. I’m done talking about work.”In a smooth motion, he flips you both on the couch, laughing as he now slots between your legs. “Happy now?”You stare up at him, “Very.”
He leans down, kissing your lips. Undistracted. Unrushed. You both share a soft sigh, before his lips brush down. You feel him sucking and biting the area softly. His tongue licks the area. He murmurs against your throat, “this is not how I thought this conversation was gonna go.” You huff a laugh, threading your fingers through his messy curls. “Peter,” you sigh. “I have to be honest with you.” You arch into him more, feeling his hands tighten at your sides. He continues devouring your neck and collarbone, making his way down to your chest. “What about?” You huff another sigh when he pulls back, lifting your top up in the process, exposing you to the cool air. “It really turns me on when you get all pissed and science-y like that.” He pauses. Then pulls back, looking down. “You- this? This turns you on?” You shrug, “yeah. You come home all “grumpy science nerd” and it turns me into mush. I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day. …just couldn’t get the image of you pounding me over your lab workbench with your stupid lab coat on outta my mind.” He’s still staring, hands squeezing your hips. He shakes his head. His silence speaks louder. “Was that too much? Is that not sexy or-” Peter hurries to answer this time. “No, baby. No. I’m just stuck on you saying that turns you on. When? But- I’m always like this.” “Exactly. Now think about how many times we’ve fucked after you've gotten it all out.” His head tilts back as if actually thinking on every time he’s gotten heated talking about something in the lab and ended the night with his dick buried in you.
“You minx,” he purrs. His head comes back down, lips kissing the valley between your breasts. “Maybe I should come home annoyed and talk about lab work every day.” You grin to yourself, happy you decided to forgo a bra while working from home today. His lips trail over to one breast, hands squeezing both in the process. “Oh baby. You. You and these tits. This body. All mine. To pleasure and love.” He sucks your nipple in, swirling his tongue around it loudly. He pulls away with a pop, blowing air on the nub. He kisses between your breasts again, continuing his assault on the other. You're still not loud enough for him. Just letting out your cute sighs that signal you want more. His nose trails down your center, running past your naval. He kisses the small divot. The tip of his nose finally comes in contact with your panties. One of his favorite pairs actually, but he’d never admit that. Light blue boyshorts hugging the hips, wet patch right in the middle.
“Fuck baby,” he groans. “You really have been waiting for this, huh?” You whine when his lips lay a kiss on your clit through your panties. His middle and ring finger come up to the spot, rubbing small figure 8s. His fingers continue at a steady pace. Your wet patch grows as he watches you writhe under him. After a few minutes of delicious rubbing, he pulls back. You’re about to let out another whine when you feel his fingers hook around your waistband. He stares for a split second and dives his head between your legs. “Peter- ah!” His tongue flattens against the base of your pussy, licking a stripe up towards your clit. He gives the bud a small kiss before sucking it into his lips. His other hand comes up to your stomach, lightly pressing you down. His tongue continues to licking your clit, occasionally slipping it under the hood.
Your thighs clamp around his head for a moment as his tongue flicks slower. “Peter, please. I need- I need more.” His head lifts from your center. His lips glossed over with your juices. Hair messier than before. And his stupid brown puppy eyes were just as alluring. He breathes out harder, chest falling up and down. “You want more, baby?” You nod hopelessly. As much as you loved being tongue fucked on your couch by Peter, you needed to have something else. Something harder. “Please fuck me, Pete. I’ll do anything.” His eyes widen more, if possible.
He pulls back again, fully getting off of your body. “Turn around.” You look up in confusion. “Come on. Turn around. Wanna give it to you just how you like it.” A little giddy, you sit up and pull your shirt completely off. He sits back on his feet, watching you undress and face your ass towards him. “That’s it, baby. Show me what you want.” His left hand comes down hard over your ass with a loud smack. You lurch forward as he does it again. This time rubbing over the stinging area. You feel him pull back. The sound of his belt buckle being hastily pulled apart. The ruffling of his pants and boxers being pulled halfway down his thighs. You turn slightly, catching a glimpse of him tugging on his now hard cock. He throws his head back a little, tugging harder. He mutters a quick “fuck” before rubbing three of his fingers over your soaking slit. With them, he rubs it on his tip and down the shaft. “Baby. You don’t know what you do to me.” Your ass wiggles, almost like you’re agreeing with his statement. He leans forward, still stroking his length. You can feel his shaft and balls leaning against your back, eager to get to work. “You ready?” You nod, a little shy now as he doesn’t reach for a condom.
This would be around the fifth time you two have done so, since coming to the conclusion that you both like it better. You were on birth control. And the relationship has been going on since junior year at ESU. Besides the first it happened, you swear you saw stars. The skin to skin contact had you dazed for days. Feeling how thick and big he was inside of you without a barrier had proven to be the best feeling you ever felt. And not to mention the first time he didn't pull out. Fuck. Though a mere “accident”, you both couldn’t help but like it. You were so full of him. Some still spilled out even after cleanup.
“Baby. I’m gonna need you to use your words. You want me to fuck you, dont you?” You nod, “yes, Peter. I- I want you to fuck me into our couch.” His hand comes down again, “atta girl. Bend over some more.” You do as told, bending over the arm of the couch. Your hands graze the floor, hurriedly coming back to the edge of the underside as you feel his tip run through your folds. He groans, wrapping his right arm around your waist and leans over you. The tip slowly creeps inside, pushing in only the head. You both swear, eyes shutting hard. He’s not even fully in and you’re both at the edge. He pushes in deeper, coming to a halt halfway. “Fuck. I swear you get tighter every time. AH- wait. Don’t clench like that. Shit!” The two of you relax more as he bottoms out, balls hitting your clit.
That full feeling you’re all too familiar with floods your entire body. He stays put for a few extra minutes, adjusting you both. His hips start to pick up a rhythm, starting slow and coming almost all the way out. Then slowly slamming back in. Another groan leaves both of you as he continues his pace. “Peter, more please.” He obeys, picking up his speed. The sound of skin hitting against each other rings through the apartment. The couch’s groans mix in with your as he plows harder into you. One of his hands leaves your hips and comes down your middle, searching for your clit. Except he finds your manicured fingertips already rubbing light, rough circles into it. “Oh. I see you found what I was looking for. You like me pounding you like this, baby?” “Yes, Peter. Please. Please fuck me harder.”
His hips drive into your ass a little faster, previous arm moving to the middle of your stomach as he slightly lifts you up higher. You're gasping for more when his arm around your middle pulls you up. Your back smacks into his chest as he urges you to bounce for him. Your hands fly back, grasping at his hair. His chin comes back to your shoulder, kissing your cheek before grabbing your hips down. “Come on, baby. Bounce on it. I know you’re close. Don’t make me finish alone.” His hands group harder, thighs pulsing at you clenching. He stops abruptly, catching his breath as he pulls out. You whine, panting. Your head turns to look at him as he lays his back down on the cushion. His hands come back to your hips, urging you to lay back on top of him. Your back comes back up to his chest, legs now spread again. Both of you have one foot dangling over the back of the couch, the other lightly smushed on the ground.
Peter kisses the top of your head as he taps the tip against your slit. He rubs it through your folds one last time, before driving his hips up. You scream out, hand smacking over your lips. “Don’t hide, baby. I love hearing you like this.” His strong thighs continue pushing you up. Your orgasm is slowly reapproaching. A hand comes down to your clit, rubbing the area softly. Peter’s own orgasm catches behind. His hips keep thrusting. The couch sounds like it’s about to fall apart any minute. “Pe-Peter. Mhm.” “I got ya. Just a few more.” True to his word, you feel his hips begin to stutter and his hand moving faster. His breathing picks up and he whines aloud. His hips push up a few more times, before completely halting. You feel him bottom out, tip grazing your cervix. He lets out an animalistic growl as his orgasm shakes through his body. The hand on your clit moves at a quicker pace. “Cum for me. Fuck. Cum for me!” Your orgasm shutters through your body, sending spams through your every muscle. His fingers don’t stop, moving to the rhythm of your orgasm. A small squeal rips through your lips as your head falls back on Peter’s shoulder.
The two of you lay in silence for a few minutes.Bodies sticky and sweaty. Only the sound of heavy breathing and a light hum echoing through the home. Your eyes finally open, squinting at the harsh overhead lighting. You still breathe hard, feeling Peter's heartbeat against your back. He lightly squirms, moving his hand to carefully pull out. To no shock, his sperm spills out, mixing in with the squirt still left behind. Some drips down, landing past his shaft and onto his inner thigh. “That was- fuck. So fucking hot, baby.” He hoarsely breathes out, “I should come home like this more often.” He pauses. You still haven’t said anything. “Are you- are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He reverts back to his “Peter-like nature.” “Fuck, baby. I- I’m so-” “I’m fine. …that was just. Wow!” You swipe a hand across your forehead. “I just love it when you get all heated like that, Peter. Really feels like I’m fucking Spider-Man.” He perks up. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” He feels his cock twitch, already thinking about round two.
A/N: hey guyssss. hope you guys thought this was good. i literally am the worst at smut lowkey. but i did i have fun with this concept and everything. if you have any tips, please drop them in my inbox. also like when i'm writing for peter, i think of andrew mostly. is that just me?? like tom's cool, but andrew... yknow lemme hush
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