We all started somewhere. 📍
Peter Parker x Male Reader
Warnings: Kissing. Smut. Handjob. Fucking his fists. Submissive Peter. Dominant Reader. Age gap (18-24). Really messy ending ;)
As you walk in your room with the glass of scotch in your hands and fall on your couch, downing the scotch in one go. There was no reason for you to consume alcohol, as you could not get drunk. You put your empty glass away and start messaging your temples. As you start to get hard, this always was the case. When you were really worked up, you’d get hard. So with a thought, you start to massage the growing pole in your pants. A groan leaving your mouth, as you reach underneath your calvin klein boxers. The touch of your cold hand making you hiss, sending shivers down your spine. You pull it out, thrusting your hips for a moment to pull the boxers off.
You spit on the palm of your hands and start with slow strokes, building up pace with every stroke. You start softly moaning, throwing your head back out of pleasure. Breathing faster, fully in your own world. You didn’t hear Peter knocking on your door, multiple times. You didn’t even have time to cover up, when peter swung open the door. “Hey, you weren’t at- oh my god!” Peter froze in the doorway, eyes widened, cheeks turning red. You pause mid stroke, head tilting up. “Oh, i didn’t hear you.” You struggle, giving up on covering yourself up. You caught him staring at what was in front of him. “You like what you see.” You say cocky before Peter could talk. “I- uh I should leave.” He mumbled. “You don’t like what you’re seeing.” You tease Peter, who was staring at you. “No. Y- uh .” He choked on his words, cheeks fully red. “Y- yes.” He mumbled under his breath, knuckles turning white around the doorknob.
“Close the door.” You tell Peter, who immediately obliges. “Good boy.” You grin, looking at Peter who is blushing. “Come here.” You pat next to you on the couch, smiling softly. As he gets next to you, he was clearly nervous. “Hey there’s no need to be nervous, if you’re uncomfortable tell me and we’ll stop. Okay?” You reassure him, in between strokes. “I’m just a little nervous, i have never done anything with anyone.” He confesses to you, a shy smile appearing on his face. “That’s okay, we all started somewhere. You want me to take control?” You ask him, studying his nervous face. “Mhm.” He nods, overwhelmed by nerves. “Okay, I could do that. Just follow my lead.” You smile as your right arm moves towards the back of his neck, grabbing it to pull him in for a kiss. As you move your hand to the front of his neck, towards the throat, you grab his left hand and place it on your blouse. Which he starts to unbutton. Your left hand continuing stroking your cock. You wrap your right hand around his throat, ever so tightening the grip, earning a soft moan. You let go of his throat and brake the kiss.
“You liked that?” Receiving a small nod from Peter, while you take off your blouse, throwing it on the floor. Now completely naked, you catch Peter checking you out. Nothing he hadn’t seen before at training. “You want to help me cum?” You ask Peter while sitting down, looking at him. He looked unsure, not sure how to respond. “Uhh what would you want me to do?” Looking at you, waiting for you to respond. “Just a hand, i think mouth stuff is a little too early.” Peter was relieved. “Yeah a little too early, maybe a next time.” He says and starts to smile awkwardly. You help him get undressed, leaving him in his underwear. Your left hand grabbing his neck and start kissing him, and your right hand grabbing his. Leading his hand around your cock, making you moan breaking the kiss. You throw your head back cause of his insecure tempo, starting to edge you a little bit.
“Please a little faster, you are doing more than good.” You plead with him, looking at him with puppy eyes. He smiles at you, his tempo still slower than what you’d like. So you wrap your hand around his and help him jerk you off, fasting the pace. Making your eyes roll back, giving him confidence to go on his own. You look at him, while he’s concentrating on your cock, using his palm and more. “Your doing so good, you like that big dick huh?” He nods using two hands, you spread your legs open making room for him. “Get on your knees in between my legs and jerk me like that.” You instruct Peter, as he gets off the couch and in between your legs. He starts again, but you hold his hands still. He looks confused at you. You start thrusting your hips, fucking his fists. Head falling back immediately and eyes rolling. He gasps, looking at your cock fucking his fist. Mumbling ‘fuck’ under his breath, making you moan.
“Fuck I’m close, good fucking boy.” You moan while nearing your release, while he’s jerking your cock while thrusting. Making your eyes fall to the back of your head. “Fuck, I’m coming.” You moan closing your eyes, while ropes of cum come out of your cock, landing on peters’ hair and back. When you open your eyes the last ropes land on Peters face, painting him. “Fuck, good boy.” You say catching your breath, your right hand grabbing his chin. As you sit up, your lips meet. You could almost taste your own cum, as some landed on his nose and eyes, and some on this chin. “Fuck that was hot, sorry for making a mess.” You apologise to an overwhelmed Peter while kissing him.
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