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summary : following the realization that he’s the last virgin in his friend group, peter’s growing restless as he waits for his boyfriend to make a move and finally give him what he wants: dick.
characters : male reader x peter parker
note : my first request, yessss! as you probably expected, i took some liberty with deepening the feminization and yearning between both peter and reader. hope you don’t mind that i did that. i really hope you like this!
warnings : porn with plot, swearing, yearning, established relationship, fluff, unprotected sex, rough sex, first time, oral ( reader receiving ), reader has a big dick, both peter and reader are love sick, pent up sexual tension, feminization, pet names, degrading, dirty talk, nipple/chest play, overall body appreciation, peter’s body is tea, cock hungry peter, creampie, switch!reader, switch!peter, overstimulation, slight voyuerism, begging, declaration of love, i think that’s it idk
The moment Ned sat down on the couch, he couldn’t wait to share the great news with his friends.
Every other week, Y/N hosted a boys night at his apartment to catch up with his friends since adulthood had become so busy for them ever since leaving high school. Well, a boys night + MJ because their group couldn’t possibly be complete without her.
However, this time, Ned was late for the first time in his life. Y/N already had prepared popcorn and ordered pizza for their movie night by time Ned came barking through the door, making use of the key Y/N gave him. It was supposed to be in case of an emergencies, but apparently Ned didn’t get the memo.
He sat down next to Peter on the couch, panting for breath after running up four flights of steps. For what reason when there was literally two elevators? Who knows when it came to Ned?
“Guys, I have something to tell you something super duper important.”
“Well, if it’s super-duper then how could we say now?” MJ retorted, rolling her eyes when Peter gave her a disapproving glance. “Fine, go ahead.”
Y/N paused the first movie of the night, turning around in between his boyfriend’s legs to pay attention to Ned. To put it nicely, Ned wasn’t exactly the most interesting person out of the group. So when he said he had some news, it was best to drop everything in the moment and pay attention. Y/N just hoped it wasn’t another rare stamp he’d found. That wasn’t exactly anyone’s definition of “important news.”
Once he bought his breath, Ned looked around his three friends who stared expectantly. He grinned as he leaned forward. “Me and Betty finally had sex—“
“And that’s where you lose me,” MJ cut him off.
“Bro, I love you so much. Like, I mean, you’re just a bundle of joy and I’m so glad I met you,” Y/N told him. “But shut the hell up. I don’t wanna hear about your sex life.”
MJ nodded in agreement. “Yeah. That’s gross. No offense.”
“Well, Peter wants to hear about it,” Ned pointed out, looking at his best friend. “Ain’t that right, Pete?”
Peter’s eyes widened as he was put on the spot. “Uh, I mean…” He casted a glance at Y/N, who didn’t seem to pick up on how nervous he was in the moment “Yeah, yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”
“Well, I’d like to preserve my holy image of you so I’ll excuse myself,” Y/N chuckled, standing up off the floor. “More popcorn?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” MJ said.
The two walked into the kitchen, leaving the best friends on the couch. Ned didn’t let their sour attitudes dim his light. He twisted his body to look at Peter, eyes bright as he remembered the events that only happened an hour ago.
“So, me and her had been discussing taking the next step for a while now and today, she came home stressed after her boss wouldn’t stop making her run errands,” Ned explained.
Peter rolled his eyes. ““Ned, get to the sex part,” he told him. “That’s the important stuff!
“Ah, yes!” Ned cleared his throat. “Peter… it felt like I was fucking an angel.”
Peter furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn’t a stranger to the idea of sex in general, but in all the times he’s heard about it, he didn’t think that was ever a comparison that came up. “Huh?”
“Okay, that didn’t come out right,” Ned admitted. “What I meant was that it was heavenly. I mean, after all the porn I watched, I always thought regular sex would be boring. But it was far from it. It felt so amazing, I couldn’t stop cumming.”
“How much did you cum?” Peter wondered.
Ned reached into his jacket pocket. “I took a picture. Wanna see?”
“No!” Peter exclaimed. He was intrigued, sure, but not that intrigued. “Just… just no. Keep going.”
“I’m telling you, Pete, it’s all it’s cracked up to be. I felt like I was in heaven. It was just so… fuck, words can’t even explain,” Ned said, smiling fondly as the memories filled his mind. He snapped himself out of it before his body reacted to the beauty he had just witnessed in bed with Betty.
“You know what I’m talking about, right?” Ned asked. “I mean, gay sex must be even hotter. I heard men’s holes are tighter than tight.”
Peter scratched the back of his neck, avoiding his friend’s gaze as he looked at the ground. “Uh…”
“No freaking way.” Ned sat up straighter, disbelief written all over his face. “You and Y/N haven’t banged yet?”
“I’ve been thinking about it a bit more than usual. I spent the night for the first time last night and I mean, well, you know. How could I not?” Peter admitted, sighing heavily as he leaned back into the couch. “It hasn’t happened yet. I just don’t wanna rush anything.”
“But you’re fucking Spider-Man.” Ned scoffed. “You telling you have all those cool powers and still can’t get laid?”
“Shut up!” Peter exclaimed, shoving Ned away from him.
Ned snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “Loser.”
Peter rolled his eyes, not wanting to have this conversation anymore. Not when he was being ridiculed for keeping it in his pants. “I am not a loser!”
“You’re a virgin. Virgin equals loser.”
Peter furrowed his brow. “Which would’ve made you a loser.”
“And that I was. Up until an hour ago. Ha!” Ned flipped him off as he leaned back in his seat. He folded his arms behind his head. “Man, does it feel good to finally beat you at something.”
Before Peter could respond, Y/N and MJ walked back into the living room with two more bowls of popcorn. “Hey, babe, you finally get the ick hearing about Ned’s sex life?”
Peter shrugged, doing his best to appear normal. “Almost.”
“Oh, please.” Ned rolled his eyes as he took one of the bowls of popcorn from MJ. “You wanted to hear all the explicit details.”
Peter folded his arms, shifting uncomfortably on the couch as Y/N sat next to him instead of on the floor like he was previously. He didn’t know why he was dumb enough to let Ned tell him about his sex life when he was grappling with his own.
Things started off good between Y/N and Peter. They started off slow, taking the time to know each other as friends before becoming boyfriends. They didn’t even kiss until their third date. Don’t get him wrong, things were still good. They were great actually. They were going on a solid seven months of being together next week, and as much as Peter loved how good he felt thinking about how far they had come, their seven months together was the problem.
Y/N was the definition of a gentleman. Never once did he ever mention anything regarding the two of them having sex, even during their nightly makeouts. It’s what made Peter love him in such a short amount of time. He never felt as if Y/N was looking for something from him. Even when he manned up and told Y/N he was Spider-Man at the five month mark, Y/N still continued to treat Peter normally.
He took him out on dates and didn’t expect anything in return. They cuddled all night and he didn’t expect anything in return. He just enjoyed the ride he was on with his boyfriend and didn’t make a fuss out of anything missing.
But Peter wanted him to make a fuss. He wanted Y/N to corner him, rip his clothes off and fuck him silly, regardless of where they were at. He didn’t understand how someone could have so much self control. It was admirable, but also frustrating. Now knowing that even Ned could get laid made him even more desperate to hit that milestone with Y/N.
He didn’t come to this conclusion until last night, when he woke up in the middle of the night. Y/N held him in his arms and was pressed against him, giving Peter no other choice but to feel his massive erection poking his ass. Peter damn near jumped on his dick and rode it right then and there. But he didn’t want to seem desperate. He didn’t want to seem like this is all he wanted when that was far from the truth.
Peter was broken out of his thoughts when Y/N nudged him with his leg. “Huh?”
“Why are you so far?” Y/N pouted, wrapping his arm around Peter’s waist and pulling him closer. Peter instinctively melted into Y/N’s side, resting his face of Y/N’s neck. “Mmm. That’s more like it.”
Peter had fucked himself over. Laying on Y/N’s shoulder gave him the perfect fucking view of the one thing Peter couldn’t have. Y/N’s dick was massive. He knew that since high school when Y/N was dating Liz Toomes. He hadn’t been able to confirm whether those rumors were true until last night, when he felt the monster in his underwear poking him in his ass.
Even on soft, Peter could see the clear print straining against the gym shorts Y/N’s wore around the important. Not only was it long— nine inches at the minimum— Peter could see it was as thick as the remote Y/N had in his hand.
Peter couldn’t do this. He wanted to get up and make a run for it before his body overheated at the sight of Y/N’s bulge. Yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He couldn’t resist licking his lips, imagining what it would be like to finally unleash the beast. He wanted nothing more than to run his hand over it, at least get a feel of what he was missing.
Fuck, he wanted it so bad. Peter was torturing himself by being too shy to make the first move. Why couldn’t Y/N have abandoned the gentleman act for just one day and treat him like a whore? He wanted it in every position. He wanted it at every tempo. He wanted to be fucked non stop until the day he die. Y/N had such a hold on him and the sad thing about it, he didn’t have to try.
Y/N’s hand slid under Peter’s shirt, drawing circles on his back as he looked at him with eyes full of love and admiration. “You’re so pretty.”
Peter shook his head. “Stop it.”
And he genuinely meant that. His body was betraying him in every way possible. His eyes had yet to leave Y/N’s bulge, making his own dick grow beneath his sweatpants as a million fantasies overtook him. If Y/N didn’t stop now, Peter would have no choice but to ride his dick right then and there. MJ and Ned would just have to be traumatized. That was a price he was willing to pay.
“I mean it,” Y/N said adamantly. “I’m so glad I finally asked you out. Now I get to have you all to myself. All mine.”
Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse for him, Y/N kissed him. One hand slid up his back and the other grabbed Peter by his neck, Y/N’s fingers gently applying pressure as his tongue explored the entirety of Peter’s mouth. This was the exact thing he hated. How Y/N could take control of his entire body with just a kiss, how he could touch him and have him more sensitive than a hair trigger, and still not need to have sex to be satisfied in their relationship.
Peter closed his eyes and imagined them in this same position, only with Y/N’s dick ramming in and out of him at a brutal pace. He wanted to be split open without a care in the world. He wanted Y/N to choke him until he blacked out, only for him to be awoken by the pleasure of being fucked like a slut. Why, just why couldn’t he have that? He knew it was crazy for him to be mad that his boyfriend was a gentleman. Most people would die to get a man this upstanding, a man with the willpower of a thousand men.
Peter’s eyes shot open as his body went over the edge. He grunted into Y/N’s mouth as a wave of pleasure washed over him completely. Y/N only deepened the kiss, hungrily devouring Peter before pulling away with a teasing smirk. Peter whined softly at the loss of contact, eyes fluttering as he watched Y/N settle back into place as if he didn’t just ruin Peter.
“As much as I would love to you forever, pretty, we got a movie to watch,” he said, hugging Peter close to his side.
Peter gulped as he looked down at his grey sweatpants, his cheeks reddening when he saw the dark stain on his crouch. He grabbed the popcorn bowl from Ned and placed it over his lap, looking around to make sure nobody noticed his mortifying moment. Just how much of a hold did Y/N have on him? He didn’t even know someone could cum in their pants from just a kiss.
But Y/N had made it happen, and he didn’t even think twice about it. He just continued on with watching the stupid action movie MJ put on, completely unaware of how much Peter’s body craved him.
God, how is he going to survive any longer?
It had been an excruciating four days since Peter had any alone time with his boyfriend.
After the movie night when Y/N made him cum in pants with only a fucking kiss, their schedules were too mismatched. Y/N had to work a double at his internship the next day, and then he took a trip out of the state to visit his parents for the entire weekend.
When he got back, Peter was out in the city on patrol, ensuring that there were no innocent people being harmed for hours. He didn’t get back to Y/N’s place until 4 am, when Y/N was already passed out on the couch after trying to stay awake to see his boyfriend.
While it broke Peter’s heart to only see his boyfriend through a phone screen, he thought of it as some sort of blessing from the universe. A chance for him to try and get all the naughty fantasies out of his system with some time an apart. But with more and more time apart, it only proved to be a curse more than anything.
There was never a moment in the last four days where Y/N didn’t dominant all of his thoughts. When he woke up, he fingered himself as deep as he could reach thinking about how good it would feel if his fingers were replaced by Y/N.
When he went to class, he thought about how much more fun it would be to sneak off and get fucked somewhere on campus. Maybe even sit on Y/N’s lap in class and get fucked with all those people around him. On his way home, he couldn’t stop picturing Y/N in his apartment, walking around with his shorts hanging low on his hips, his dick straining against them no matter how baggy they were.
Even when he was fighting criminals, he thought of how proud Y/N would be of him when he found out. How he’d fuck him for hours to reward his boyfriend for being such a good person protecting the people of New York City.
It was a plague. Y/N had taken over his mind like some brain eating disease, and there was no cure for it. Even Tony wouldn’t be able to come up with a way to get his boyfriend out of his mind. Which meant Peter was fucked. He was completely and utterly fucked, and not even in the good way.
The only upside of today was that it was the start of their last spring break, meaning Y/N was doing nothing but lounging around his apartment. Peter had swung through Queens for the last few hours, bored out of his mind and honestly begging for someone, somewhere to be saved.
But in typical New York fashion, things were calm and peaceful at the most random of moments. Maybe the criminals had grown tired of having their asses beat and thrown in jail every other day by him or some other vigilante out there.
It was around six when Peter decided to swing by Y/N’s apartment. The people of New York could go the rest of the day without someone swinging from building to building to protect them. Peter wanted to just relax for the rest of the day, lay in the arms of his boyfriend and be tortured by the inability to get laid. Even if it was a pain in his ass— again, not the good kind of pain— at least he would be in Y/N’s arms. That was better than nothing.
Peter landed on the wall of Y/N’s apartment in the Bronx and climbed over to the window of his bedroom. As often as he swung by, Y/N knew to leave it unlocked and cracked open for Peter whenever he wanted to stop by. Using the door wasn’t really his memo.
Peter took off his mask with a wide smile on his face, butterflies flying around his stomach as he used a web to open the window enough to squeeze his body through. He had expected for Y/N to be either sleep or studying for his finals. He didn’t make any noise to not bother him if he was doing either, but when Peter laid eyes on his boyfriend, his heart sank to his ass.
“Fuck, Peter,” Y/N moaned, his name falling from his lips like smooth butter. “Shit, pretty, you feel so good.”
Peter couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/N was on his bed, lost in a state of pleasure as he furiously jerked his hips up into the sex toy in his hands. Peter squinted to get a better look, confirming that it was a nude colored flashlight in Y/N’s hand, getting absolutely destroyed as his dick fucked in and out at a dangerous place.
Jealously slithered its way into his veins as he watched his boyfriend fuck the toy like his life depended on it. How dare Y/N waste his energy fucking that thing instead of him? Peter couldn’t tear his gaze away from Y/N’s throbbing dick, salivating at the veins that lined it. But he couldn’t even appreciate seeing his boyfriend’s dick for the first time outside of underwear.
For days, Peter wanted nothing more than to be fucked in such a way. He wanted to be folded like a pretzel, used and abused for hours as he came until he physically couldn’t anymore. While he was tormenting himself, thinking of a million ways to get the hint across that he wanted to finally have a sex, Y/N was in his bedroom, fucking a stupid sex toy when the real thing was desperate and needy, awaiting to be used whenever he wanted to.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Y/N groaned, head falling against the wall of pillows behind him.
Peter clenched his jaw as he watched the sex toy milk his boyfriend’s dick. Thick ropes out cum into the air, making a mess all over Y/N’s thighs and sheets. Peter grew angrier by the second. He wanted to be the reason why Y/N came so much. He wanted to feel his cum fill his mouth and hole, flooding him until he couldn’t take any more.
Instead, he watched as Y/N came undone right in front of his eyes, unaware of the anger radiating off of his boyfriend who was subjected to being a third wheel to his own boyfriend and that cheap fucking toy.
Peter watched as Y/N pulled the toy off his dick, sighing in relief as his dick got to breathe after being stuffed in the confined space. He rested against the best, chest rising up and down as he came down from his orgasm. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, unaware of his boyfriend standing directly in front of him, perched on the windowsill.
Peter couldn’t resist the urges he felt. If there was any moment to make his move and finally get the dick he’s been yearning for, it was now. Clearly Y/N wasn’t so controlled as he appeared to be. He fucked that toy like he hated it, stretching it more than it was built for from the looks of the loose flashlight.
How could Y/N fuck that thing and not him? Peter was confident he was tighter than that thing ever was. And he’d never get loose. He’d stay tight and please Y/N night after night, more than any toy ever could.
He climbed along the ceiling swiftly, crawling down the wall where he was directly above his resting boyfriend. His eyes never left his dick, watching as it still oozed out cum. It stood at attention, like a soldier ready to march into battle and Peter couldn’t shake the desperate need within him. The one that screamed at him to take advantage of the moment. To show Y/N all that he had been missing for the last seven months.
Now, maybe he should’ve made his presence known. That would’ve been the smarter move. But Peter wasn’t in any state of mind to be thinking smartly. His primal lust overtook him, causing him to climbing further down the wall, reaching out to grab ahold of the cum covered dick.
“What the fuck!” Y/N’s eyes shot open and swung at the first thing he saw.
Peter dodged the attack, pushing off of the wall and landing in front of Y/N on the bed. He grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hands, eyes wide as he realized just how scary getting your dick touched randomly when you thought you were home alone might’ve been. Not smart, Peter. He was already making all the wrong moves to get him what he wanted.
“It’s me! It’s me!” Peter exclaimed, motioning to his exposed face as Y/N’s eyes settled on him.
Y/N clutched his chest as he calmed down a bit, eyes settling on his boyfriend dressed in his suit sitting in front of him. “What. The. Fuck?” he hissed. “You can’t just randomly touch my dick without announcing yourself!” he shouted.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I just really wanted to touch it,” Peter told him, snuggling up beside him. “I wanna do so much more if I’m being honest.”
All of Y/N’s anger dissipated at the admission, blinking rapidly as he processed Peter’s words. “W-What?”
Peter rolled his eyes at the switch of tone, leaning forward to connect their lips. He moved sloppily, not caring if their teeth clashed as they fought for dominance in each other’s mouths. One hand snaked up Y/N’s chest while the other wrapped around his oiled and cum covered dick, sending chills up Peter’s spine as he finally got the chance to touch it after so long of fantasizing about that and much more.
Y/N hated to have to pull away, but he couldn’t help himself. He groaned at the feeling of Peter’s warm hand wrapped around him, looking between his dick and Peter’s eyes. He didn’t know if this was a dream or not, but he was all for it. But only if Peter was completely sure that this is what he wanted to do.
Peter’s comfortability was all that mattered to him, which is why he had waited so long, keeping his pent up sexual tension to himself as to not make that Peter’s responsibility.
“Petey, babe, w-wait.” Y/N groaned against his will when Peter gently squeezed his dick. “Y-You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s no, rush. Honestly.”
Peter’s heart swelled at the consideration he had fallen in love with Y/N for, but it only made him want him even more. “I want this,” Peter said, slowly stroking Y/N’s dick to further show just how badly he needed this to happen. “Do you want this?”
Y/N nodded eagerly, a pathetic moan slipping past his lips as Peter’s thumb circled his sensitive tip. He leaned into his boyfriend,
resting his head on Peter’s chest as he stared up at him with pleading eyes. Peter grinned as he looked at Y/N. His eyes were so needy, a view Peter had never seen before in the entirety of their relationship.
He had never seen Y/N so broken down, eyes wide with need and desperation. It wasn’t what he had expected to happen when finally fucked, but Peter would be lying if the sight of Y/N at his mercy wasn’t turning him more than any fantasy of his did.
“Say it,” Peter demanded, picking up the pace of his strokes. Just enough to keep Y/N like putty in his hands. “How bad do you want to fuck me?”
“Y-Yes,” Y/N nodded, eyes rolling as he felt himself throbbing in Peter’s hand.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to hear you say that,” Peter told him, smiling like the happiest man on earth. Which he probably was at the moment. “I’ve been wanting you to bend me over and make me your slut for the longest.”
Y/N could barely focus on anything he was saying, too busy yearning for more as he got stroked agonizingly slow. “S-Sorry. Was… trying… to be… respectful.”
“I don’t care about being respected in bed,” Peter admitted, surprising himself. He didn’t know where that had come from, but it felt right to say. “Let me suck you off.”
Y/N reached up to cup his cheek. “You sure?”
“1000%,” Peter answered immediately. “Please let me suck you off. I wanna show you how good I can make you feel.”
Y/N’s eyes fluttered close since again, nodding gently as he leaned into Peter’s chest. “Mhm.”
“Words, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
“Oh my fucking God, just suck my dick!” Y/N exclaimed. “Please, Peter! Please, please, pretty fucking please. I’ve been waiting to cum in your mouth for so long.”
Peter’s heart damn near exploded at how needy Y/N sounded. He couldn’t wait any longer. He was just as needy, tastebuds buzzing as they awaited to finally taste the dick that had plagued Peter’s thoughts for so long.
He climbed in between Y/N’s legs, watching his face twist and turn as he let his breath fan against the sensitive skin. He admired the dick in his hands now that he was up close, eyeing the prominent veins sticking out. If there were to ever be a hall of fame of dicks in the world, his man was definitely getting first place. No doubt.
“Please don’t hurt yourself, pretty,” Y/N said breathily. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he fought through the crippling pleasure. He had to see Peter doing this. He would be able to die with no regrets if he were to see Peter suck him off for the first time.
“I know what I’m doing,” Peter reassured him.
“I know, I trust you. But I need you to be care— holy shit!”
Peter didn’t care for any more time wasting, wrapping his lips around Y/N’s sensitive tip. He giggled, vibrations shooting down Y/N’s dick, as Y/N covered his mouth. Just how he expected, Y/N’s dick tasted amazing.
Even with the oil and cum that slicked it up, Peter could look past that and taste the pure essence of his boyfriend. He moaned appreciatively as he lowered his head a bit further, swirling his tongue around the head.
Muffled moans filled the room as Peter sucked gingerly on the tip, stroking the rest of the dick with both his hands. Y/N’s eyes watered as he watched the breathtaking sight in front of him, wishing he had his phone in his hand so he could take a picture and show Peter just how beautiful he looked with a dick in his mouth.
“F-Fuck!” Y/N whined, already feeling another orgasm approaching. He was fucked. There was no way he was going to be able to last long in Peter’s warm and wet mouth.
Peter grinned, maintaining eye contact as he took in a deep breath through his nose. Just as he expected, Y/N shouted at the top of his lungs when Peter unhinged his jaw and went down completely, taking all ten inches down his throat.
He gagged violently, back hunching as his brain screamed at him to go up for air, but he fought through it. He began to bob his head up and down at a quick speed, letting spit fly everywhere as he devoured Y/N’s dick greedily.
He didn’t study dick sucking videos for months for no reason. Every tip and trick, every story MJ ever told him, every time he practiced on the dildo he had at home, it had finally come to test if he could actually apply it all.
He did just that. He relaxed his throat as much as possible, even as Y/N’s dick hit the back of his throat violently with every time he went down. Tears and spit ran down his space, making a mess on Y/N’s thighs. Not that he minded.
He watched in amazement as Peter swallowed him whole, never once coming up for breath. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, the stimulation becoming too much for him. He didn’t want to blow his load anytime soon. He wanted to hold back until he was able to cum where he truly wanted to— in Peter’s perky ass beneath the suit he was wearing.
“Shit, shit, okay!” Y/N grabbed Peter’s head and pulled him up off of his dick. “That was…”
Peter didn’t have to be told how good he did. He could see just how good he made Y/N feel by the tear stains on his cheeks. Peter stood up, stepping in between his legs, and grabbed his face.
Lifting his chin, he pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back with an innocent smile. He couldn’t really say that this was how he imagined their first time being. He thought that they would at least ease into the slutting out, but Peter was glad. They had already wasted too much time.
Now all they had to do was make up for lost time. Maybe they would be able to make up for seven months of not fucking in this one session. Peter definitely wasn’t against that idea.
Y/N wrapped his arms around Peter’s slim
waist, resting his hands on his clothed ass as he looked up at him. “You okay, pretty?”
Peter ignored his question. Not completely, because he noted how utterly pathetic and weak Y/N sounded in the moment. It turned him on even more to see his reflection in the mirror behind him. He stared at himself, barely recognizing himself with bloodshot and puffy eyes and swollen lips that were glistening. He looked like… a slut. An image he would never forget for the rest of his life. For all good reasons, that is.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Y/N asked, snapping Peter out of his state of self-centeredness.
Peter shook his head as he sat down in his lap. “It’s nothing, baby, Honestly.”
Y/N wasn’t buying that shit. For a second, his normal self shined through, defiant and adamant as he grabbed Peter’s chin and forced to look him in the eyes. “Tell me. We’re not going anywhere until I know how you feel.”
“It’s just…” Peter let out a happy sigh, giggling as he shrugged his shoulders. “You don’t know how fucking happy I am this is finally happening. That we get to do this, together,” he admitted.
Y/N grinned. “Same. I couldn’t imagine any other person to share this moment with.”
“Not even Liz?” Peter asked, raising a brow.
Y/N rolled his eyes. Peter often did grow a little jealous of the fact that Liz had taken his virginity. But that was back in high school. Did it even count when it was only one time? Well, multiple rounds in one night, so maybe not just one time. But still, his high school girlfriend definitely didn’t compare to the man sitting in his lap.
Peter did everything for him. He made him feel safe, he made him feel comfortable,
he made him feel wanted. He did what no one else could, and for that, Y/N could confidently say he was madly in love with Peter Parker. Always, and forever, without a doubt in his mind.
The wholesome moment between them as they stared into each other’s eyes, sharing an unspoken declaration of love commitment, was ruined when Y/N’s twitched suddenly under the weight of Peter’s ass. Peter grinned as he pushed Y/N back onto the bed, pinning his arms to his side as he leaned down, brushing their lips together. Y/N desperately tried to connect their lips, but Peter was quicker.
“Stop it,” Y/N whined, shaking his head. “You’re being mean, pretty.”
“I’m so sorry. How about I make it up to you?” Peter teased, intertwining their hands. “I may have an idea.”
Y/N blushed as his dick twitched again. Damn Peter and the power he had over him. “Will I like this idea?”
“How about we find out and see?”
Peter climbed off of his lap and stood up, turning his back to Y/N. He didn’t need to be told twice, reaching up to grab the small zipper of Peter’s suit and pulling it down. Peter shimmied out of his suit, tossing in the corner when he got it completely off. All he had on was the underwear he wore under his suit, a skimpy thong that acted as floss in between his ass.
He looked over his shoulder, chest huffing with pride as he watched Y/N’s jaw literally fall open. Peter knew that he would appreciate the choice of underwear he opted for every time he put on the suit.
The switch from boxers to a thong wasn’t initially for Y/N, but soon enough, Peter got rid of all his other underwear to ensure that whenever Y/N did make a move and undress him, he’d be met with a face full of ass in a lacy thong. Big thanks to MJ for helping him pick out the sexiest pairs.
“Have you…” Y/N shook his head, at a loss for words as he stared hungrily at Peter’s ass. He had never been so desperate in his life before. He needed this badly, more than he needed anything else in the world.
“Please let me fuck you. I will do whatever you want me to. You want me to go sweep
the ocean, you got it. I’ll count every piece of sand on earth. I’ll-I’ll…” Y/N shook his head as he ran out of dramatics m to spew. “I don’t fucking know, pretty, but I will do whatever you want me to if it means I can get the honor of feeling you around me.”
Peter laughed as he turned around, climbing back onto Y/N’s lap. “I guess we continue since you asked nicely.”
Peter reached behind him, grabbing the still erect monster in between Y/N’s legs. Y/N hissed as Peter aligned him with his hole, the two sharing a mutually obsessed stare. Peter’s eyes never left his as he sat down, splitting himself open on Y/N’s thick dick.
The tip slid in easily thanks to the oil, already filling him up more than he could ever ask for. Y/N watched with wide eyes, his body shivering as he felt Peter’s hole close around him, swallowing him with ease.
“F-Fuck, baby,” Peter gasped, slowly lowering himself further. The more he went down, the greater the burn from his hole being stretched beyond comprehension spread throughout his body. “Ohhhhh, hell yeah. Just like that. You’re already in my guts.”
Peter’s head rolled back as ecstasy overtook him. He rested there for a moment, breathing heavy as he tried to grow use to the intrusion in his ass. It made him feel better to know he wasn’t alone in feeling like he was seconds away from covering this entire bedroom in cum.
Y/N gripped his hand, panting like a dog in heat as he looked down Peter sitting on his dick, making it disappear like the greatest magician on earth. He was going to fucking blow. There was no doubt about it. Once Peter started moving, he was a goner.
As he began to grind slowly, Peter played with one of his nipples, tongue slipping out the corner of his mouth as the other palmed his dick that was stretching his thong.
Soft whimpers fell from his lips as he moved in desperate circular motions. It still wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel like his entire world was collapsing on top of him. He wanted to go numb, fucked out from pleasure to the point where he forgot what his name was.
The position needed some spicing up. Peter knew that. He wasn’t going to let this moment grow stale. He needed to be fucked deeper than he could handle. He wanted Y/N to scream his name so loud the entire complex knew who was riding his dick. Who his dick belonged to.
Peter got up on his feet, balancing himself with his hands on Y/N’s thighs. He wasted no time in slamming his ass up and down, throwing his head back as he screamed Y/N’s name, it flowing off his tongue naturally. As if he was made to moan this name, no matter what.
He continued to bounce, his entire body shook as Y/N’s dick hit his prostate head on. His dick bounced up and down, leaking out pre cum from his red tip. This entire experience felt better than any fantasy could.
Feeling Y/N thrust up into him to match his bouncing had him seeing stars. He couldn’t voice his appreciation any more, voice growing hoarse from how loud he was being. Y/N’s poor neighbors weren’t going to be able to drown out the sound of skin clapping or their harmonized moans, no matter what they did.
“S-Shit!” Y/N hissed, squeezing Peter’s slim waist.
Y/N admired the sight in front of him. Watching his boyfriend bounce up and down on his dick as he chased after his orgasm with lightning quick speed was the source of all his fantasies. It’s exactly what he was thinking about when he was fucking the flashlight. The real thing was a million times better.
His eyes were glued to Peter’s chest, his full pecs squished together between his arms as he held onto Y/N’s thighs. Y/N couldn’t help but to think of them at Peter’s very own pair of breasts. With every movement, they jiggled, ripples moving through the round, chiseled slabs of meat on Peter’s otherwise petite body.
Y/N reached up and grabbed one of his pecs, groaning at soft the flesh felt in his hands. He licking his lips, imagining how good it would feel to pop one of them in his mouth and suck like his life depended it. He could definitely see himself falling asleep with one of Peter’s perky nipples in his mouth.
“I fucking love your body, pretty,” Y/N told him, never taking his eyes off of Peter’s sweaty chest. “Especially your tits.
Peter blushed, even in the predicament they were currently in. He did sure have a way of making Peter feel like school girl on the playground being wooed by a crush. Y/N never missed a chance to compliment his body. He groped and kissed all over it when he could, making sure Peter knew how much he was appreciated, inside and out.
It was then he realized that he didn’t get the same luxury that Y/N did. He never realized that Y/N still had on a shirt, blocking Peter from getting to eye the equally as impressive and mesmerizing chest on his boyfriend. He’d definitely have to make sure they were both fully undressed the next time they fucked. Imagine how much more sexier if Peter got to see all of him while he was bouncing on his dick.
Y/N body tensed when he could no longer keep his orgasm at bay. His dick was already sensitive when Peter swung inside of his room and pounced on him only seconds after his second one of the night. The tightness of his ass, the jiggle of his pecs in front of his face, the jiggle of his ass in a red laced thong when Y/N glanced at their reflection in the mirror.
It was all too much. He gritted his teeth as he tried to hold in there longer, for Peter’s sake considering he was the one who had to had to go months thinking about sex without any release. But how could he? There was nowhere else for him to look. Every which way, he caught glimpse of a beautiful sigh.
Peter’s reddened face with his mouth in a permanent O as moans and whimpers fell from his swollen lips. The jiggled of his meaty ass every time he bounced up and down, creating a loud clapping sound that could rival the sound of thunder. His aching dick leaking like a faucet, just as desperate to blow a load as Y/N’s was. Y/N shifted his gaze every few seconds, making sure to take this moment in before it was over.
Peter slammed down one last time before his knees gave out. Even with his agility,
the feeling of finally getting fucked was too much. His mind was short-circuiting, Y/N’s dick punching into his prostate again and again, blowing his mind even more.
He fell forward, his head falling onto Y/N’s shoulder as he panted heavily. Y/N immediately wrapped his arms around Peter, whispering reassurance into his ear to let him know he had done a good job. Fuck that. He had done an amazing job. Y/N had never been fucked like that before, not that he had much experience to compare it to.
Peter had yet again proved why they were together. He showed Y/N that no matter what the circumstance was, he was more than enough and he wasn’t afraid to show Y/N that.
But they weren’t done yet. Even as incoherent whimpers fell from Peter, clearly overstimulated by his first time being better than any other first time out there, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of incompleteness. How could he stop when neither of them had cum yet? That would not be how this ended. Not if Y/N had any say in the matter.
“I’m almost there, pretty. I promise,” Y/N whispered into his ear. “You can rest soon.”
“P-Please,” Peter whined, his voice muffled as he snuggled into Y/N’s neck.
“Please cum in me,” Peter told him, weakly lifting his head so he could stare into Y/N’s eyes. “I wanna have your babies.”
“Pretty, you know that can’t happen,” Y/N chuckled.
Peter shook his head adamantly. “I don’t care. We’re not stopping until you do. Fuck me like I’m that toy. Use me.”
“Is that what you really want?” Y/N asked him. “Cause I’ll never pull out if you don’t want me to.”
“Make me your bitch,” Peter pleaded, brushing his lips against Y/N’s. “Please Daddy. I’m just a hole for you.”
Peter relinquished all the control he once had as he lay limp in Y/N’s. He was passing the baton, desperately craving to bring back the dominance Y/N walked around with in his everyday life. Y/N knew better than to disappoint. He raised his legs, planting his feet on the bed before he began to thrust up into Peter.
“S-So good!” Peter moaned.
“Kiss me, pretty,” Y/N demanded.
Peter pressed their lips together, moaning into Y/N’s mouth with reckless abandon as every thrust fucked him silly. Tears stained his face, replaced by even more tears that slid down his face onto Y/N’s. He felt so good and he was glad he could let Y/N feel— and hear— just how much he was affecting him.
Y/N fucked the cum out of him, cum oozing out of his pained tip. Peter truly went limp, letting Y/N control the entirety of the scene. Y/N devoured his lips, holding him close so he couldn’t escape as his balls slapped his ass with every thrust. They rubbed the mess between their bodies, not carrying that they were getting cum everywhere on them. It would just have to be cleaned up when they crossed another line and showered together.
Y/N followed close behind, simultaneously shoving his dick as deep into Peter as it could go while pushing Peter’s ass down on him. They screamed into each other’s mouth, swapping saliva back and forth as Y/N flooded Peter.
Peter eyes rolled as something brand new happened to him. Another orgasm hit him immediately at the feeling of getting nutted inside of, even more cum shooting out in the narrow space between their bodies.
Peter gasped for air, his vision blurring as he fell forward. All he remembered was Y/N manning his name before his vision went black, his arms falling by Y/N’s side as he lost consciousness.
When Peter fully regained consciousness, he shot up and looked around. He panicked when he didn’t see the familiar setting of Y/N’s bedroom. His spider senses weren’t going off, but he still knew there was something off. He felt like he had just gotten ran over by a metro bus.
But as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in room, he realized where he was. There was no mistaken the tranquility that seeped into his bones. There was only one place that happened at. He was still at Y/N’s, just no longer in his bedroom.
“What the…” Peter then noticed the weight on his back, craning his neck down to see Y/N resting on top of him. “How did I get in the living room?”
Y/N raised his head, looking up from his phone as he smiled when he saw his boyfriend was awake now. “I fucked you for an hour, pretty. Fucked you in the shower. On the floor. Counter. You name it, I fucked your pretty little ass on it,” he explained.
“I didn’t even know you kept passing out til like, round seven. Sorry about that. I should’ve paid more attention, but I wasn’t focused on anything but cumming.”
Peter groaned, his entire body screaming out in pain as he moved even the slightest inch. Yep, the soreness had already kicked in and he didn’t even get to remember how he got to this point. “If only I knew you loved boy pussy this much,” Peter said. “I would’ve been let you slut me out.”
“I’m definitely calling it that from now on,” Y/N grinned. “You feel better and better with every nut. How on earth are you this tight?”
“Cause I was made to take dick,” Peter replied. Then he realized just how disgusting that sounded out of context. “Y-Your dick, by the way. No one else’s. Like, ever.”
“That’s what I thought,” Y/N teased. “My very own cum slut. Who knew I’d get so lucky?”
Peter whined when Y/N pulled out of him, leaving him feeling emptier than ever. Even the several loads in his ass couldn’t replace the fullness Y/N’s dick could. While he was sore beyond comprehension, he desperately needed Y/N fucking him again. But maybe it was for the best he got a break.
Y/N squeezed himself in between Peter and the couch, wrapping his arm around Peter as he pulled him back so that his ass was rubbing against his semi-erect dick. “So, I’m assuming you didn’t hear what I said since you kept passing out in between rounds?”
Peter furrowed his brow as he looked back at his boyfriend. “Huh? What did you say?”
“I love you,” Y/N told him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. He accompanied the sweet gesture with a slap on the ass, gripping Peter’s cheek and jiggling the meat in his hand. “I love you and this fat ass.”
“It’s all yours,” Peter hummed, closing his eyes as he focused on how good it felt to be groped by Y/N’s large hands.
“Damn straight.” Y/N grinned proudly. “Actually, before we get too comfortable—l
“Nooo, I’m sore,” Peter whined, shaking his head as he tried to push Y/N away from him. It wasn’t much use considering he was already on the edge of the couch. “Can you give me an hour? I promise I’ll let you treat me like a dirty whore for the rest of the night.”
“You greedy slut,” Y/N chuckled. “Nobody’s fucking right now. Your whole is literally leaking all this cum. I gotta chill before I end up drowning you.”
“Sounds like a perfect way to go.”
Y/N rolled his eyes. “Well, you’re not going out like that today. We’re going to need a third shower.”
“I don’t feel like standing,” Peter groaned.
“Then I’ll make my pretty princess a bath,” Y/N cooed, brushing a strand of Peter’s sweaty hair out of his face. “How does that sound?”
“I like that name,” Peter sheepishly admitted. “I think all I want to be called now. And your bitch. And your slut. I just want to belong you to, and I want everyone to know it.”
“Fine, you’re my pretty princess forever,” Y/N told him. “Now give me a second, I’m gonna go run a bath.”
Y/N puffed his chest out with pride, patting Peter on the ass. “I guess we both have new nicknames.”
Y/N climbed out from his spot, feet sinking into the carpet as he stood. Peter appreciated the view of his cute little ass in his face, reaching out to pat it. Y/N playfully narrowed his eyes at him before he made his way down the hall to the bathroom. Before he could disappear from sight, Peter realized something.
Y/N turned around, worry etched on his face. “What’s wrong, princess?”
Peter blushed as he sat up. He didn’t know why Y/N still had the ability to make him all shy and nervous when they were slowly but steadily approaching a year in their relationship. Maybe that was the confirmation of what he knew all along.
Y/N’s eyes lit up, even in the darkness of the hallway. Then he groaned, looking down at his naked lower body. “Jesus, Peter. I’m hard again thanks to your pretty ass,” he said, shaking his head disbelief. “You’re handling this when our bath is over. I hope you know that.”
Y/N may have thought he was being stern, but Peter had absolutely no problem with that. In fact, at the sight of Y/N’s dick growing back to full size, he had half a mind to handle it then and there.
But he knew it would be best to wait. Give his poor body some rest, and maybe some water, so he could regenerate enough energy to go another seven rounds. Maybe eight this time. That’s if he didn’t pass out from pleasure this time.
He laid back against the couch, sighing deeply as he listened to Y/N turn the water on in the bathroom. He always knew that sex would take them to the next level in their relationship, but he didn’t know that he would feel this much happiness.
He already thought he hit his limit just by being around Y/N. Now they had truly given themselves to the relationship, baring their hearts, souls, minds and now their bodies to each other.
If Peter wasn’t as smart as he was, he would think that this newfound feeling of love and comfort was the true ceiling he had hit. But he knew Y/N always had something up his sleeve to win Peter over again and again.
This must be what heavent felt like. Only, his heaven was on earth on earth. How lucky he was to be able to say that.
Just wait until he rubbed that in Ned’s face.
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