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hurts, but i know how to hide it. kinda like it | 5.3k - @uhhhj13iguess (neighbors, spider-like descriptors, lowkey scary, dubcon bc he's not in a clear state of mind)
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sensory overload | 0.4k - @cherrywineisawaltz
mask on, fuck it, mask of | 8.4k - @dearwalker (sex pollen)
✩ general smut ✩
peter cumming in his pants when you sit on his face! | 0.5k - @nobodys-s0n
down bad! peter parker who fucks like he’s mindless! | 0.7k - @nobodys-s0n
headlock | 0.3k - @carmysdoll (biceps good lord)
cumming in his pants while making out | 0.5k - @drvnkinlov
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peter fucking his college gf with the mask on! | 0.4k - @glossiercheek
every day of the week | 0.8k - @pittsick
buntanteen note: peter parker, how i've missed you…i wanted to dip back into the peter parker x reader tag after years and it did not disappoint. hilariously, this account started because i wanted to read spider-man fanfiction, so this is quite full circle.
anyways, i'm just a lil kpop account now, so please don’t expect any more mcu related stuff in the future. if you enjoyed these works, please give the authors some love!! <3
nsfw content — overstimulation duhh, handjob, blowjob, peter having multiple orgasms, quick orgasms, hypersensitivity, sensory overload, sensory play, peter parker has a headache, he is very sensitive, he’s trying his best okay?
peter’s senses were shot. the whole day had been a nightmare of noise and light and smells. now here he was in bed, trying to breathe and trying to focus on just one thing. but everything seemed to be fighting for his attention. his head pounded like hell. the sheets felt too rough. the room smelled too strong. somewhere outside, a car honked, and peter flinched like it had gone off right beside his head.
“it’s okay, peter. i’ll take care of you.”
you whispered it right into his ear, then kissed his temple. a single finger dragged down the center of his chest, from collarbone to navel. featherlight touch.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he saw the question forming before you even spoke. but then a smile plastered on your lips. your finger went further down his abdomen, grazing his hips.
he was already breathing frantically, like you’d already fucked him. his eyes tracked your finger as it grazed his body, watching it like it was the only thing in the world, because right now, to his fried brain, it kind of was.
when the cold air hit his cock, you’d pulled his boxers down and he immediately groaned. a sound that came out more like a cry. his head was still pounding because he could still very much feel everything. and he could definitely feel what you were doing to him. a little bit too much. actually, way too much.
“AH!” he yelped when you wrapped your hand around his cock. his body tensed. goosebumps broke out on his skin. he shut his eyes hard, one hand flying to his forehead, pressing against the ache. his head was killing him and you were killing him. well, metaphorically.
you watched him carefully before you started stroking him. slow. up and down.
he was almost crying. he didn’t know if it was from your touch or from his head splitting. he could hear traffic. feel the air. feel your hand. hear your breathing. his ears were ringing. everything was screaming for his attention, but your touch was the loudest. and he felt like he would-
“oh god, oh god-”
peter was out of breath as a thick burst of hot liquid flooded your hand. his hips stuttered as he came hard all over your fingers. one hand was still clenched into a fist. the other was uselessly and awkwardly raised slightly in the air, as if trying to calm himself down. his body was so tense. biceps flexing. abs flexing. thighs flexing. everything wound so tight that the orgasm had ripped through him like a valve blowing.
“already?” you cooed, smiling. you played with the cum around his tip, spreading it.
peter opened his mouth to speak but his words immediately dissolved at your touch. his hips jerked again. “i- i’m sorry, baby… ’s good- baby, feels too good…” he was sobbing. breathing uneven. hard for him to regulate himself. every thought was fuzzy, fragmented, like trying to grab water.
you moved your hand up and down his cock again.
he gasped. whined. the overstimulation was too much. from your hand, from the air, from the sound of his own heartbeat, from outside, and whatever else was happening to his body. pre-cum dripped down his cock for a moment. he watched you do it, watched your hand slide along him, and the sight alone was almost enough to undo him. not even long minutes passed before he came again. thick and hot, spilling over your fingers.
he felt really stupid and embarrassed cumming that fast. with his senses this overloaded, even the lightest touch felt overwhelming. and you looked entirely too pleased with yourself.
“f-fuck…” he muttered, almost to himself. his head was thrown back and his jaw fell open in a gasp as he felt the air of your hot mouth before you wrapped your lips around the tip. feeling the softness of your tongue as you cleaned the cum off. then you started bobbing your head up and down lightly.
“baby- baby, wait- stop, please- i’m gonna-” his words were barely audible. before he could finish, he came again. it went along with the ringing in his ear. so as he came into your mouth, he was groaning from both his orgasm and from how hard his head hurt. pleasure and pain twisted together. it was almost indistinguishable.
you pulled his cock from your mouth. sucking him clean before giving a gentle kiss to the tip. then you just stared at him, watching him try his hardest to handle whatever was happening to him.
as it stopped, he panted a little too hard. “i’m okay, baby. it’s…” he managed between breaths, feeling your gaze on him. his broad chest rose and fell unevenly. he could feel his own heartbeat in his throat.
you squinted slightly, biting your lip as you studied him. there was something in your eyes he couldn’t name. still holding his hard, leaking cock and giving gentle licks that made his breathing hitch every time.
you rose to your full height and looked down at him. gently, you lifted his chin so he had no choice but to look at you. his hand rested lightly against your hip.
“peter-”
before you could ask what was wrong, he cracked.
“okay, shit. don’t look at me like that.” he squeezed his eyes shut, mortified and still recovering from his orgasms. the next words became a murmur. “i might cum again.”
description: patching up peter parker after a particularly rough patrol, only to find out he kinda likes the pain....
⌯⌲ content warnings: smut mdni, masochist peter, dry humping, face slapping (but gently i promise), handjob, use of 'girl' to decribe reader once but genderneutral aside from that i think, not proofread! i'm lazy sorry
word count: 2.6k
note: this was supposed to be a really short blurb but guess who can't shut their gob... it's me
you're fussing and cooing as he collapses onto your couch. specifically for this scenario, you'd decided to keep a changeable blanket over the couch at all times. and you were glad for it, because the gash on peter's side was anything but pretty, and anything but clean. droplets of blood trickled down his skin, and you quickly dabbed at it with a cotton pad before disinfecting the wound. peter hissed, eyes screwed shut as he sprawled on your couch with the flair of a man who was used to being tended to by you.
truthfully, you don't really know how you formed this bond—alliance, if you will. all you knew was that spiderman had saved you from some very creepy men on a late night, even though he was already limping from some other fight he'd gotten into. in return, you had insisted he let you drag him to your apartment to take care of him, ignoring his awkward stuttering resistance of not wanting to bother or intrude. later, the other, more pressing reason for not wanting to spend too much time with you as spiderman had clicked in your head.
because peter parker was spiderman, and while you didn't have an iq of einstein's level, it didn't take long for you to connect the dots between the friendly neighbourhood superhero and your upstairs neighbor, the one who spend his friday nights in your apartment watching lord of the rings with you after having prepared an arsenal of snacks together, or his sunday mornings lounging on your couch while you finished the crossword puzzle in the paper.
and peter parker was many things, but he was not a good liar. so when your suspicion rose and you started putting pressure on certain points, asking all the right questions that spiderman couldn't answer nor evade in a way that was anything less than suspicious, it only took one face-to-face confrontation with peter to unearth the mystery all of new york was so desperate to uncover: who is behind the red and blue mask?
peter denied, of course. in typical peter style, but you saw straight through him anyway, and when you started searching his apartment, he only grew more frantic in his denial. when you held up his suit—he really didn't hide it that well, but then again, he probably didn't have a lot of house-searches anyway—his mouth clamped shut and denial was out of the question.
from that day onward, you became spiderman's self-appointed guy in the chair. peter was dead set on not letting you in on any of the actual dangerous stuff, claiming just knowing him was already dangerous enough, but he couldn't deny it was nice to have someone look out for him again, someone to come home to and someone to worry about him.
which is why he let you move him around, cleaning his wounds and fussing over him like he was a kicked puppy, even though he really wasn't in that bad of a state. maybe he liked being taken care of every once or so, sue him.
"does it hurt much?" you question when he hisses, feeling whatever medicine you're using trickle into his wound.
"'ve had worse," he mumbles, twitching away involuntarily.
you roll your eyes, pressing a little harder into the wound than strictly necessary.
"ow!" he yelps, pouting at you in hopes of it softening your resolve again. he chooses to ignore the pull he felt in his groin when the pain shot up his side. that was a psychological question he doesn't have the will to find the answer to right now.
you continue to work in silence after that, finally bandaging his side fully. the wound has already ameliorated significantly, his superpowers doing their work. you skim your hands over the bruises on his face and neck, and peter has to suppress a shudder at the feeling.
you're sitting up now, much closer to him than you'd anticipated, and for a moment, the breath gets sucked out of your lungs.
his face is so close. you can see every little cut, every freckle, every stubble and mole and imperfection that make him so beautifully him. your eyes drop down to his lips, at last, immediately flicking up again with every intention to move yourself away from him when you notice the look on his face.
much like yours, his eyes have dropped, too, almost mesmerized as he watches your tongue flick over your lips, wetting them.
throwing all caution in the wind, you surge forward to capture his mouth with yours, startling him enough to punch out a small gasp from his lungs. it takes a moment for the action to register in his brain, but when it does, peter kisses you back with such intensity, pouring all of the want and need that has been building for months into your heart through your connected lips.
you move quickly, overtaking by a haze and a want that has been lingering for far too long now, straddling his lap. he leans back on the couch, planting a hand on the back of your neck to take you with him and keep your feverishly hot lips against his.
the kiss is messy, and uncoordinated, and you're pretty sure your teeth full-on clank against his at some point. but peter doesn't seem to care, moving a hand to your waist to pull you even closer. with the roll of your hips against his, a groan tumbles out of his mouth and into yours as he feels the pressure on his cock.
and that's when the magic happens; you shift to find a more comfortable position, and lose your balance just slightly. your hand shoots out to stabilise yourself, landing right on the wound you've just bandaged.
and peter groans, loud and unchecked, immediately sparking a sense of worry in your chest because oh no, you've just basically pressed into his wound and he's in so much pain and—
you feel something twitch against your thigh, and your eyes flick up to his face. he does look like he's in anguish; brows furrowed, eyes glazed over like he's about to cry and his teeth clenched. he's gripping your hand with a bruising force, you're sure your wrist will feel a little sore tomorrow, but instead of trying to push you off like you'd expect, he's pressing your hand down harder.
oh.
"now what do we have here," you muse slowly, and peter's eyes flick to yours from whatever nothingness on the ceiling they were staring at. he lets you go like he's been burned, abruptly, breathing shallowly. it looks like he already came and is just coming down from an orgasm, but no, you've only just begun.
"i'm—i don't know," he pants, trying to sit up a little straighter, holding your waist to keep you seated.
"do you like it," you start slowly, trailing your hand down his side again, "when i do this?"
and when you add just the slightest pressure... peter's body sags, his head falling back against the couch. his mouth opens but no sound comes out, no answer to your question. you nudge your hips forward tentatively, and his clothed cock bumps your clit, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot up your spine.
"you do, huh?" your other hand moves to carress his face, and peter keens, leaning into your palm like a puppy.
when he still doesn't give any verbal answer, you grab his cheeks, squeezing them together.
"speak up, parker."
so he nods, as best as he can with your grip on his face. "yes."
you press down on his bandaged side more forcefully, still grinding your hips over his erection, and his back arches off the couch as a whimper escapes his lips. "what, yes?"
"i like it!" he cries out, nearly knocking you off his lap with the way his hips buck up suddenly.
"oh." you have to close your eyes briefly at the admission, because your poor heart really can't have him saying stuff like that, looking like this. and then you're kissing him again, and it's a kiss with vigor, with authority, one that pushes his head deep into the soft headrest of the couch. peter moans against your lips, into your mouth, letting you take and push and prod all you like.
you let go of him, then, removing your hands from his side and face. you lean back to take a good look at him, to commit this vision to memory, and a vision it is. peter's still panting, eyes fluttering open when he feels you move away, chest going up and down rapidly while his hips twitch. when his eyes lock onto yours, you notice the wetness around them. did he actually cry? maybe you've gone a little too rough on him.
you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, whispering, "are you okay? did it hurt?"
"well, yeah," he admits, before awkwardly adding, "but i liked it."
"oh man," you grin. "you are fucked up."
"hey!" a flush creeps up his neck. "don't bully me."
"hm." you lean closer, brushing your lips over his, and his eyes droop. "i think it's hot."
"oh," he punches out, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides like he doesn't quite know where to put them. "...you do?"
"yeah," a smirk pulls at your lips, and you move down to kiss over his jaw. "i think you look really hot when you're gasping and crying out in pain."
"and you call me fucked up," he scoffs. "pervert."
you cup him through his pants unexpectedly, and peter's hips jolt up at the sudden feeling.
"you're the one who's been hard since before we even kissed," you murmur against his jaw, before tracing a path with your tongue toward his ear that has him shuddering.
"well— what do you expect, when i have a pretty girl basically sitting in my lap while she's patching me up!"
"and pressing on your bruises, let's not forget." you hum, pondering for a moment. "so you think i'm pretty?"
peter scoffs weakly. "don't let it get to your head."
"too late," you grin. "it's already in my head."
he shakes his head at you, but a dopey smile spreads on his face nonetheless. in a moment of affection, he surges forward to place a soft kiss on your lips, one that makes you forget how pent up you are and how delicious he's looking. one that reminds you it's peter, your best friend, your upstairs neighbor, new york's most selfless superhero. and you smile softly at him when you part, before pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and then one on his cheek, his jaw, his nose, his forehead, just anywhere you can reach.
you pepper his face with kisses until he's practically giggling underneath you, the hand on his bulge long forgotten.
that is, until you squeeze him again. the laugh dies in his throat, making way for a sharp gasp as his eyes widen. peter's hips jolt up involuntarily, like he's been struck. you have to bite back a smile.
"you want something?" you murmur against his lips, and once again, peter gives no verbal response. he only bucks his hips again, grinding his erection against your hand. his body makes it clear what he wants exactly, but he's too flustered to say it out loud.
so you take your hand back, instead placing a gentle slap on his cheek. the impact leaves a print, barely there, but noticeable enough. it was meant to chastise him for not answering, but instead, his hands shoot out to grind your hips against him as his head snaps to the side with a loud groan.
god. you didn't even smack him that hard.
"wow," you grin, and you really want to add more, to tease him, poke a little fun at him, but the words die in your throat when he finally talks.
"do— do it again," he pants, finally connected his eyes with yours. "please."
"oh, so now you can speak?"
instead of doing as he asked, your hands make quick work of unbuttoning his pants, and peter's eyes widen in anticipation. because you're really here, in his lap, indulging all his fantasies and about to touch his cock.
however, you don't. when you've shoved his boxers down just far enough to free him to the slightly cold air of your living room, you sit back on his thighs.
"talk to me, peter."
he closes his eyes briefly, trying to compose himself. "touch me," he pleads softly, locking his eyes with yours again.
"touch you where?" you push, dissatisfied. you want to hear him say it.
a flush creeps up his neck, but he manages to croak out, "touch my— my c-cock, please."
you can't hold back your grin. "yeah, parker? you want me to make you come?"
and when he doesn't answer, only squeezes his eyes shut tightly, your hand strikes him once again.
"yes!" he yelps, even though he doesn't really feel it that much anyway, with his enhanced DNA and high tolerance for pain. but it's the thought that gets him going. "want you to make me come," he groans, hands kneading your thighs like they're his own personal stressballs.
"alright, then," you smile sweetly, and then you're stroking his cock, fast and mean, giving him no time to ease into it. peter's hips immediately thrust up, fucking your fist in sync with the movement of your hand. his breathing is shallow, and his hands are shaking slightly where they're holding you. he bites his lip softly, trying to muffle any more pathetic sounds, but you'll have none of it.
your other hand wanders, and he feels it skimming down his body but is too out of it to anticipate what you're gonna do. only when he feels a sharp twinge of pain shoot up his side, the sensation traveling all the way to the back of his head, beautifully numbing, does he register that you're pressing on his wound again.
he releases his lip, a broken sob clawing its way up his throat and into the open air between your mouths. he looks devastatingly gorgeous like this; eyes red and rimming with tears, hips bucking up uncontrollably as his cock twitches, hands switching between gripping your thighs, your waist, the couch.
before he knows it, the coil in his stomach is building, and he's teetering on the edge already. he leans forward, wanting to kiss you again, and you can't find it in yourself to deny him. your lips connect, moulding together as you moan into his mouth. and peter's gasping, continuously. short, whiny breaths that get punched out of him with every stroke of your hand.
"please," he mewls, breaking apart just enough to get the word out. "can i— please, can i come? wanna, ah, wanna come, please, ple—"
he interrupts himself with a helpless whimper, because you've just dug your fingers into the wound again. his cock twitches harshly in your hand.
"come for me, peter," you murmur softly, "be a good boy."
and that's what does it for him, a drawn-out cry escaping him at the praise. the coil in his stomach snaps, and he paints your hand and his shirt with his cum.
when he's coming down, he notices that his wound is almost completely healed—superpowers, and all that. but the tingling sensation of your bruising hands stays with him for much longer.
He turns red so easily for you, and you love making your sweet boy blush
His web shooters (organic) are very sensitive and fun for you to play with, he pretends he doesn’t like it but it always makes him leak…
He is the loudest in bed. He can’t control the pathetic whimpers that spill from his lips, usually accompanied by lots of begging, and moans of your name.
He doesn’t swear in bed but he gets overstimulated so easily due to his heightened senses, so he ends up using embarrassing alternatives that aunt may taught him
If you really break him, he’ll go into his arachnid form in which those big black eyes will look up at you with the same puppy like devotion but now with a new possessive need. He gets very very overwhelmed in this form, not that he doesn’t like it. If he’s fucking you, his pace gets faster and shakier and when he comes out of his arachnid form, he’s always mortified and profusely apologetic.
He loooooves to eat you out, and will spend hours between your thighs if you let him. He’d look up once in a while with those big teary eyes, just to make sure you’re enjoying it as much as he is.
He is obsessed with you, he loves to worship you in any way you let him, He’s always kneeling at your feet, kissing your hands and feet, telling you how lucky he is to have you.
Because of his heightened senses, he has a smell kink. Or more descriptively, he’s obsessed with how you smell. At every moment he can he hugs you from behind, burying his face into your neck and breathing you in like you’re his oxygen. Just the smell of your hair alone, your perfume or your laundry detergent is enough to have him squirming and whimpering with an obvious tent in his pants. You’ve caught him with your dirty panties and other various items of yours, which always embarrasses him so much and leads to him begging at your feet for forgiveness, but of course you secretly love it.
Peter has always had a stutter, and it worsens drastically in bed when he’s begging for you in the most adorable way, even though it always humiliates him.
He's the definition of puppy brained, he’s so needy for praise and he always ends up acting like your puppy. He secretly loves being called your good puppy, your dumb puppy, anything along the lines of that.
During the heat of the moment, his brain short circuits and the tough, smart spider-man disappears into just a needy boy toy eager for you to play with him.
He has a crippling praise kink that you love to use against him, it gets him *so* hard so easily, it’s just too fun to resist.
He gives amazing aftercare, he’s very self conscious so as he cleans you up he apologizes for being so needy and asks if he did good, earnestly waiting for your response.
teasing sub!peter parker until he’s goes into his arachnid form, his big black eyes crying for you to stop, his senses overwhelmed making him super overstimulated
thinking about getting sub!peter parker high for the first time until he’s so needy that all he wants is to taste you, then he eats you out for hours before then apologizing profusely
Summary: you and Petey are doing long distance since he's on a mission with the rest of the Avengers, only one day, your longing for him gets to be too much and you decide to send him a little something. How were you supposed to know he was having a meeting with the rest of the team?
warnings: sending nudes, sub!Peter (like very much so), smut| video-call sex, masturbation (f and m), pet names for the spiderboy (goodboy, baby, honey...), and praising.
a/n: my semestral peter fic is here loves. sometimes a girl just needs to tell peter parker he's a good boy, what can i say. (btw i think this was like a trend on tiktok a while back no?)
this is a part of this series but it can be read alone
He could feel his heart beating a mile a minute and his whole face turning red as he rushed to his room.
fuckfuckfuckfuck-shit
The picture was still open on his phone, menacingly perfect- so fucking pretty and-
He'd managed to shut the door and sit on the bed that you were already video calling him.
"you know it's not very polite not to reply when a girl send you a picture of her boobs"
"I-I-" he could only stutter as you smiled at him from his screen
God, you looked pretty...
"I'm kidding baby" You couldn't help but laugh
He was still trying to recover, but after a moment, he finally managed to talk
"I- I was with the others, w-we were having a meeting"
"o-oh" you stuttered before a laugh escaped you, the whole scene comically playing in your head
"Y-your dad was right next to me"
"Oh my god this is the funniest thing ever"
"It's really not"
You feigned a pout, looking at him all sweet
"You'd rather I'd not sent the picture?"
He didn't even have to think about it
"n-no of course I w-wanted to see the picture I-"
"Do you miss me?" you interrupted him
"yes" he rushed to say- god you had no idea how much he missed you "I-I miss you a lot"
"yeah?" you asked again, your voice getting sultrier "You miss my tits too?"
"Y-Y/n-" his voice got stuck in his throat, his cock painfully hard already
"'s just a question Peter"
he glanced at the door to check if it was closed before answering.
"Y-yeah, I-I really miss your boobs"
You grinned proudly at that, propping yourself further up the bed
"You'd like to see them right now?"
fuck me
Peter had never done anything like this, and to be quite honest, he didn't think he ever would.
"Y-yes" he blurted out without thinking "I-if you want to, of course"
You stifled a laugh as you got rid of your tank top
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to baby"
But Peter wasn't really listening anymore, his eyes had fallen to your tits, and his brain... well his brain had kind of stopped working.
You laughed, watching his eyes widen and his cheeks grow even redder.
"you still with me baby?"
"y-yeah s-sorry you just- you're so beautiful"
A smirk pulled at your lips
"thank you" you murmured, laying down on the bed and placing your phone so he could see both your naked torso and face.
You only needed to reach for your left boob and massage it as you bit down on your lip to elicit a strangled "fuck" from him.
"You're hard baby?"
He almost felt the urge to laugh. Of course he was fucking hard- rock fucking hard.
He could only manage a nod,
"show me" you ordered softly.
He hesitated for just about a second before doing as told.
He was nothing if not obedient when it came to you.
The camera flipped to the other side, and you were now suddenly seeing Peter's lap and part of the bed he sat on.
There was a big prominent tent right on his crotch, and your mouth watered in anticipation as he undid his zipper and hurriedly took his cock out.
"mhh" you hummed appreciatively.
His dick was red and angry, already leaking at the very tip.
"You've got such a perfect cock, honey"
You watched his dick twitch at the compliment
"I want to see your face too baby," you spoke softly, your fingers now playing with your left nipple
"Y-yes" you heard his excited voice mumble as he propped his phone on one of the pillows and turned the camera back so he could sit on the bed and be perfectly visible.
"that's better" you smiled, taking in his needy eyes and even needier cock.
"Ca- can I touch it?"
A huge grin appeared on your face at his words... you'd taught him so well.
"Yes honey, but you don't come until I say so, alright?"
An exited breath left his mouth as he reassured you
"Yes-yes I won't- thank you"
And so you nodded, murmuring a soft "go on", and his hand was wrapped around his dick and the cutest, most desperate little moans started spilling from his mouth.
"slow, baby, go slow" you had to remind him as your own hand traveled south, your pointer and middle finger finding your clit as you observed your boyfriend stare at you through the screen as he frantically fucked his own fist.
Your bottom lip was caged between your teeth as your middle and ring fingers slowly found their way inside you, but still, a soft moan couldn't help but escape.
"a-are you...?"
Peter had only now noticed, having been enthralled by... well by your tits all this time.
"yes honey, I'm touching myself too"
A mindless whimper climbed up his throat just at the image.
"c-can I- please- can I see?"
that little word murmured so pleadingly only heightened the pleasure of your fingers, which were now softly thrusting in and out of you, curling up to that soft part of you each time.
"See what?" you taunted, your voice now a little breathless.
Oh, this was torture.
Having to see and hear what you were doing without actually being able to see was much more than Peter could take.
"Please y/n"
"You want to see my pussy, baby? 's that it?"
Jesus Christ, it was a miracle he hadn't busted his load right there.
"mh-mh" he nodded frantically
"ask nicely honey"
He didn't need to be told twice
"I- Please Y/n, can I- can I see your pussy?"
You smiled wide as, without answering, you moved your phone to capture your fingers going in and out of your pussy as best as you could.
The moan he let out was one of a starved men
"You like what you see?" you teased, giggling softly.
"f-fuck-- yeah"
"I wish you were here baby-" you moaned, your fingers speeding up "putting that pretty mouth of yours to good use- or- or filling me up with your cock"
The strangled whimpers and whines fleeing Peter's parted mouth were getting louder and needier each passing second
"You're supposed to say something too babyboy" you taunted him, your voice laced with the bliss of your impending orgasm.
"'m s-sorry" he mumbled "I-I'm not good at this- I-"
"'s ok honey" you cooed "Just tell me what you'd be doing right now- if you were here with me"
You'd switched the camera so your face was in the shot, but you'd angled it higher so your work on your pussy was still visible.
"shit" you heard him cry.
You looked straight out of a dream
"not yet baby, don't come yet" you murmured "tell me"
"I-I" he closed his eyes, trying to focus as his cock begged to burst "I'd want to taste you- to- to get on my knees between your thighs and m-make you come with my tongue"
that earned him a very loud moan on your part
"yeah?"
"yes" he nodded, wanting nothing but to please you
"you're such a good boy honey"
as always, the pet name, made him melt right to the ground and made his cock twitch dangerously early.
"y/n, please"
"'s ok baby-'s ok" you promised "You wanna come?"
"yes- yes please"
his voice was barely a whisper, he sounded almost on the verge of crying
"come with me baby yeah?"
"y-yeah- yeah"
You matched your pace with his furious one, your vision starting to get all fuzzy from the pleasure
"just like that baby-so good- fuck" you moaned, biting your lips as you imagined it was his fingers inside of you, that he was there with you "'m coming- come with me, honey- come with m-"
Your sentence was interrupted by your own moan as bliss took over your whole body, your orgasm spreading like wildfire, until you were curling your toes and crying into the empty room like a madwoman.
While Peter... well Peter's cock had given up the very second you had even hinted at coming. His spent had stained his hand and his pants as he uncaringly tugged at his dick, listening to the beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth.
It took a moment before either of you came back to earth- and it was finally you, who smiled as you sat up, watching your boyfriend catch his breath and wishing you could be there with him to clean him off with your tongue- that spoke first.
"Baby?" you called
He shook his head as if getting out of a trance before he took the phone still propped up on the pillow until you could only see his face- his blissed-out, flushed, beautiful face.
"The mission's tonight?"
"yes" he nodded, still clearly out of it.
"you'll call me after?"
"Of-of course"
You smiled, getting a good look at him as a gentle grin split his lips.
"Good, be careful spidey"
"I-I will" he nodded
"Goodbye baby"
"bye y/n"
And just like that, he was alone, his own come all over him, the fucking Avengers (one of which was your dad) in the other room probably waiting on an explanation as to why he suddenly had different pants on and what was it that he'd received on his phone that had made him get out of the meeting room in such a hurry.
Oh and... he also had to pray that none of the sounds you'd both made could be heard from outside
Thinking of sub!peter parker rn and frothing at the seams🤤🤤
Saw this pic and instantly thought of spider!reader topping Peter and using his own web shooters to tie him up.
(ofc he could break outta it in seconds, but he won’t let you know that, not when he’s so desperate for you)
Peter begging spider!reader to touch him, to wrap your wet warm cunt around him and you teasing him by sliding his thick cock through your slick folds with your hand guiding it, popping just his cockhead through your hole before slipping it out and leaving him groaning under you.
Tears streaming down Peter’s face, as his scleras turn pitch black in his desire for you, he feels so needy for you, so fucking hard that it hurts when you press against him, robbing him of that sweet fuckin relief.
And when you finally, finally suck him into your warm, tight cunt, you set the slowest fucking pace known to mankind. He can feel every bit of your slippery walls gripping him so tight it might just snap his dick in half.
And just when his balls tighten, ready to shoot his load and fill you up with his sticky cum, you pull off him completely.
The whine that leaves Peter is pathetic, a guttural high-pitched cry as he bucks his hips up, chasing his release.
I wanna bounce on dom (Christian Bale) batman's dick while sub (Tom Holland) spiderman kisses my neck and whimpers in my ear if thats okay with everyone
I want a bf that I can tie up and just beat the absolute living shit out of whenever I’m pissed and then once I’m done I’ll go ahead and cradle him to my chest like “awwe baby I’m so sorryy come here what did I do to my poor boy!” to soothe and comfort him so we can do it all over again next time 💞
