Just the tip - Ex!Peter Parker
summary: just the tip with ex!peter parker
cw: SMUT, kind of pushy/manipulative peter but everything is consensual.
wc: 2k
When Peter fell through the open window of your bedroom, you had let out a loud gasp, spinning around in your desk chair, only clad in your exposing pyjamas. At the sight of your ex boyfriend, you put your hands on your hips, instantly abandoning the homework laid out on your desk. Standing up, you walked towards the hopeful boy, watching as he approached you, a pleading look in his eyes. âSo weâre normalising breaking into our exâs apartments now?â Peter opened his mouth, putting both hands on your hips desperately. âPeter just because youâre spider-man-â âPlease.â Peter whispered, his eyes tearing up slightly. âI miss you.â He said, making you drop your hands flatly by your sides. One of your hands came up to cup Peterâs face, thumb caressing his cheek softly. Peter leaned into your touch, shutting his eyes as he savoured the moment.
You looked at Peter with concern; this wasnât the first time he had come back to you, longing to be held. Things had always escalated to more despite telling yourself that you wouldnât allow it to happen again. âCan you hold me, please?â Peter asked, ducking his head down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck. Obediently, you snaked the hand on Peterâs face around his neck and over his shoulder, the other one wrapping around his torso. Peter sighed, his own arms enveloping around the curve of your waist. You held him for a moment, inhaling his familiar scent as you gently stroked his back. From where Peterâs head is pressed up in the pocket of your neck, he slowly presses a soft kiss to your skin. You took in a sharp breath, jumping slightly at the sudden movement. Peter kissed your neck again, but you didnât have the heart to pull away from him. âWe canât keep doing this Pete.â You mumbled instead, a hand finding its way in Peterâs soft locks. âJust this once. Itâll be the last time I promise.â You vividly recall him uttering similar words to you last time.
Sighing, you stepped away from Peter, unravelling your arms from around him. As though he knew what you were thinking, Peter added âBaby, please.â You let your head drop to the side, crossing your arms over your chest in an unconvinced manner. âPeter, we broke up. Exes donât keep going back to each other like this.â At your words, Peter dropped to his knees in front of you, both hands landing on your thighs, softly grasping them. He looked up at you with his signature begging, puppy eyes, leaning his chin on your exposed abdomen. âYou broke up with me. Iâd never leave you. Just one night. Let me spend one night with you.â You uncrossed your arms from your chest, returning your hand to Peterâs hair, softly scratching at his skull. Peter never broke eye contact with you, leaning just slightly forward to press a kiss on your bare stomach. You tugged your short tank top down, hoping to stop the tickle from Peterâs kisses, until you finally gave in, telling the boy to stand up.
Peter followed you to your bed, chanting quietly âThank you, thank you, thank you.â You tossed the covers off the corner of your bed for you to climb in, patting the empty space next to you for Peter to join you. He immediately climbed in next to you, allowing you to cover him up with the soft blanket before cuddling into you. You turned on your side, facing Peter and watching as he pressed his face directly against your breasts, both hands coming to your hips to pull you closer to him before his arm settled over your waist. Sighing melancholically, you threw a leg over one of Peterâs, tangling your body with his as you leaned forward, pressing a kiss on his forehead. Peter laid still as you played with his hair and kissed along with hairline, treasuring the intimate moment. It had been so long since he had felt loved like this. In fact, the last time he felt cared for was the previous time he had been in your arms, despite your complaints about these reoccurring meetings.
Finally taking his opportunity, Peter shuffled upwards on the bed so that he was face to face with you, nose nudging against yours. With Peterâs intentions clear, you had enough time to pull away if you wanted to, but you felt bad, or at least thatâs what you told yourself. You didnât want consider that the way Peterâs eyes flickered down to your lips made you feel engrossed in him, or that his lips also looked soft. You didnât want to consider the fact that maybe Peter wanting you so badly drew you closer to him. But he was your ex, and the furthest you would go is a kiss. So when Peter leaned ever so closer to you to press his lips against yours, you didnât pull away, allowing your eyes to flutter shut.
Peterâs lips moulded against yours, his lips separating slightly so his tongue could shoot out to lips your bottom lip, a silent request for access into your mouth. When your mouth dipped open, allowing Peterâs tongue to press against yours, his hand came up, cupping your jaw to pull you closer to him. Peter pushed himself up on one of his forearms, using the height over you to press you deeper into the mattress as he deepened the kiss, his tongue licking deeper into your mouth. You gasped, pushing Peter away by his chest as you panted in attempt to catch your breath. Peterâs mouth latched onto your neck, immediately suckling at the sensitive skin as he moved his weight over you. Peter held the leg you had on top of his to pull it over his waist, testing your limits as he experimentally thrusted his hips between your spread legs. You immediately gasped, pushing Peterâs mouth off your neck and sitting up straight. Peter fell on the bed next to you, a guilty look on his features. âI thought-â âPeter, exes donât have sex. If we have sex, weâre official again.â Peter furrowed his eyebrows at your words, the same sentence echoing in his mind over and over again. But I want us to be official again.
âLet me put the tip in. Just the tip.â You looked unconvinced, leaning over to take a sip of water from your bedside table. Peter scanned your legs, your cotton shorts riding up with each movement you did. When you sat up straight again, you readjusted the straps of your tank top and crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly aware of the way your nipples were constraining against the fabric of your top. âJust the tip isnât sex.â Peter pushed, adding a pleading âPlease.â âYouâre really going to get off on just putting the tip in?â You questioned, eyeing Peter down. He felt himself harden when your gaze landed on his covered cock. âJust want to feel warm.â He weakly argued.
You rolled your eyes, reaching your hand out to grasp the cotton of Peterâs t-shirt, roughly pulling him towards you so you could slam your lips against his. Peter moaned, softly holding your face, but you broke the kiss as quickly as you started it. Peter froze, awaiting further instruction from you. âJust the tip.â You warned, laying back on your bed. Peter instantly jumped up, as though he had to act before you changed your mind. He tripped over his trousers twice before finally tossing them somewhere in our room, and his boxers went next, carefully watching the way your eyes widened slightly in reminiscence. Peter climbed over you, his knees on either side of your legs as he hooked his fingers through both your shorts and panties. He slowly tugged them down your smooth legs, leaning down to press a single kiss on your mound. Peter climbed off you, manhandling your body to lay on your side and settling himself flush against your back. You gasped, feeling Peterâs hard cock poking against your hip. Peter wrapped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you back to stay put against him while his second hand guided his cock towards your entrance.
Peterâs dick nudged your tight hole and you shut your eyes tightly, listening to the immediate moan that ripped from Peterâs chest. You cursed, seriously considering to tell Peter to push all the way in as you felt his swollen tip dip into your entrance. Peter whined, pulling his dick out of you and you sighed disappointedly. Peter bit his lip so hard it almost bled, his thighs shaking in attempt not to push himself all the way in. He needed to abide by your rules if you were going to let this happen again. âJust the tip.â You mumbled absentmindedly, drool gathering in your mouth as you pushed your ass out for Peter to put it back in. Peter panted, trying to control himself as he put the tip back in your entrance, rocking slowly back and forth. âJust the tip.â Peter repeated, but quickly found himself losing control over his actions, and suddenly, he had half his dick inside you.
The both of you moaned in unison, and Peter brought a hand to the arch of your back, caressing your skin. He needed to take a moment or else he'd instantly be coming inside you. You reached a hand behind you, landing halfway on Peterâs cheek. Peter kissed your hand, pushing himself up to press kisses on your cheek and jaw. You whined in pleasure, rolling your hips back to take as much of Peterâs dick as possible. âFuck, just put it in baby!â You cried, finally letting your put-together front crumble down. Peter chanted a string of âthank youâs, finally snapping his hips all the way in so his cock fully sheathed himself in your folds. Wrapping an arm over your hips, Peter shifted his weight to switch your positions, landing you laying on your stomach with him on top of you.
Whining, you pushed yourself on your knees, chest touching the mattress as Peter kneeled, gripping both your hips tightly before setting an unforgiving pace on your cunt. Your moans immediately increased, small sounds escaping you with each push of Peterâs cock closer to your cervix. Peter relentlessly whimpered, feeling his orgasm building up quickly, but he needed to make you cum. He needed to make you cum or youâd never let him fuck you ever again. Desperately, Peter snaked his fingers around your body, concentrating hard on finding your clit while keeping up the pace and brutality of his thrusts. You whined impatiently, your own hand finding Peterâs to guide him to your clit. When his fingers finally made contact with your clit, your toes were immediately curling, a high pitched moan escaping you. Peter squeezed his eyes shut, feeling your pussy clench around his dick. âCome on baby, cum for me.â He begged, rubbing harsh circles on your clit as his thrusts became sloppy. You couldnât help your bodily reaction to how pathetic Peter sounded, your cunt clamping on his dick as you came, causing a string of curse words to leave Peterâs mouth as his own orgasm was triggered. âShit, shit, shit.â He mumbled, whimpering softly as he emptied his loud into you, your sounds of ecstasy ringing in his ears.
Peter softly rocked his hips into yours, hoping to ride out your orgasm, but you whined at the overstimulation, and Peter knew it was time to pull out. You immediately slumped against the bed when Peter pulled out with a groan, sitting next to you to rub a hand over your back. You turned onto your back, looking up at Peter tiredly, and gesturing for him to get closer to you. With a hand on his jaw, you pulled him into another kiss, engrossed in the fact that this would be the last time you two had sex. âLast time Peter. Yeah?â Peter nodded, mumbling âIâm happy with that, yeah.â
But his words sounded so familiar you refused to believe them.
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