So guys Iâm getting a computer and starting school soon but I may make a stay. Iâll be busy so it might take a while in between but just be patient plsđ sneak peak
This is the concept of my dream I was talking about. This has basically no correct grammar and is just a longer explination cause it doesnât feel like a small explination kind of thing. Anyone who reads this and wants to make it please do. The pairing is Rafe x Pouge!theif!reader. Any spelling mistakes cause I just woke up
If u also just wanna read this as a badly written fanfic do that. If you do this please tag me so I can read!
You walk into little thrift store to pee
Pouges + rafe are there
They mistake you at first to be lost because you donât look very old (ur 18 but like lowkey homeless-abusive parents and no friends-once they find out your situation they wants to take you with them
As you all get back to their raised truck some of them want to go to the gas station right across the street but you and rafe pass. Rafe opens the bed of the truck to put some of the things they had back there and you start trying to crawl up into the truck bed. Rafe sees you struggling to get up figuring itâs because of your height and clear malnourishment and gently asks if you want help and you nod whispering yes please. Rafe gently puts both hands on your waist and lifts you up in the truck bed.
You get up into the truck bed and sit against the car tiredly closing your eyes and falling asleep as the pouges take a while at the gas station and Rafe lets you sleep. Once the pouges come back they notice that my bag I had around me had fallen off and JJ gently takes it with the purpose of putting it back on when he notices the bag is open and he frowns as he notices several small items from the thrift store I had clearly stole looking around at his friends and then saying âguys are we sure we should just be lettin her come with us when she just stole this from the store?â JJ asks and looks around the pouges starting to discuss
When Rafe hears that theyâre leaning towards no he speaks up âYâall are some fucking hypocrites you know that? Sheâs in the same situation yâall been in just minus the support and friends you guys give Eachother and now youâre judging her for stealing knowin yâall did the same shit? Sheâs obviously doing it to survive and actually have some clothes that make her feel pretty so no. Weâre not just fucking leaving her alright? Besides sheâs in my truck as we speak is she not? You guys have the Twinkie right over there Iâll take her with me you guys can figure out your own shit.â Rafe says and then grabs the bag out of JJâs hands before gently lifting you out of the truck bed and to the passenger seat putting the bag in the backseat.
As he gets back out the pouges look stunned as they watch him shocked he would let a pouge hang around him but JJâs already figured out whatâs going on smirking up at him with crossed arms making Rafe pissed off. âWhat JJ why are you lookin at me like that.â Rafe asks annoying and JJ shrugs and says âjust realising why youâre lettin her in the car. You think sheâs pretty donât you? You like how soft she is and how sheâs not like your definition of a pouge cause she didnât talk back or shit she was just happy to come with us and quiet and donât think I didnât see you liftin her in the truck. I might not be the smartest tool in the house (this is on purpose wrong cause I feel like he would get it wrong) but I can see Exactily whatâs going on.â JJ says and Rafeâs first instinct is to deny it but when he looks over at you laying against the window he doesnât even want to deny it. He wants everyone to know youâre his so Rafe just shrugs before getting into the drivers seat and slowly starting to drive the way they were going knowing the pouges would follow soon after and making sure to stop at the next food place to get you some food.
A/N: due to a few requests for a part 2, I hope you guys enjoy it!!!
WARNINGS: pt. 2 of "your eyes!", NSFW, mdni, f!reader, some internal angst, rough sex, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, web restraint, arachnid!peter taking control :O
WC: 2.2k
SUMMARY: After Peterâs eyes go black mid-orgasm and you're left stunned, Peter has to figure out how to explain things to you without scaring you away, or risking his anonymity. But unbeknownst to him, you take the news well. Very well.
"P-Pete... Your eyes!"
"What?" He moans.
"Your eyes are black!"
Well, fuck-! It's not supposed to happen like this, he knew his arachnid abilities had a tendency to take control when he was overwhelmed, but he thought it was just from stress or emotions, not overstimulation during sex. He squishes his eyes shut, stops his thrusts, grunts as he pulls out of you, and rubs his face against his palms. "Shit." He mutters under his breath.
"Peter, I think I'm really drunk." You say shakily through a small laugh, you're caught off guard; he understands. You're a bit frightened seeing that up close and personal, he was a great fuck but seeing his eyes glisten black completely right in front of you was intimidating. Maybe you were just so drunk on alcohol and sex that you imagined it.
Peter's reaction made you think otherwise.
"N-No," he stammers, when his hands move, his eyelashes bat open, slightly watery from the aggressive rubbing; but they're normal again. "I'm sorry." He exhales.
You sit in silence, more confused than scared. Your thighs are still shaking from the incredible highs he's taken you to, your pussy still aching from his size, his load, his passion. Peter runs his hands through his curls, which are a bit sticky from his sweat. "I can explain it to you when you're sober, i-it's going to be a lot to take in. Is that okay? You can stay the night... Please don't leave.. I'll sleep on the couch." You stare at his pitiful puppy face, hesitantly, you nod. Your heart's racing a thousand miles an hour, carefully, Peter tugs the comforter over your naked form, so gentle compared to the beast he'd been moments ago. God, was he a monster? He felt like a monster.
He moves away quickly, wiping the sweat from his forehead before yanking up his boxers. His brain messed up from the sex, the arachnid hormones fogging his senses, his dick was still twitchingâ alive with need but he was too embarrassed to even look at you right now. He can't believe you had to see him like that.
Internal doubt crept into his heart that he would never be able to experience these things again, maybe it wasn't a huge deal because he never went out of his way to hook up with anyone. This felt special with you, even though he was pretty sure you'd sneak out after he fell asleep, and it was nothing more than a drunk fling to you. He owed you an explanation but he didn't want to overwhelm your brain until he knew you'd be able to process it. He didn't want you to go home alone and was stunned from the fact he went arachnid on you mid-orgasm. He hated this. Why can't his body just stay normal? A way he can still be Spider-Man, but also Peter Parker. Maybe there's a way, he's too tired now to think about it. He's more worried about you than himself.
Peter doesn't sleep a wink all night, he's too anxious about the following day, what you'll think, what you might say, would you think he's a monster?
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The dawn peered through the windows of Peter's apartment sooner than he would've preferred, though sleep came easy to your intoxicated self, when you awoke, your head had a diabolical pain. Hangovers, one of the worst things to curse mankind. A little before noon is when you finally muster yourself out of the unfamiliar bed which is not your own, putting the pieces together, it's obvious you had a drunk hookup, and your memories are a little fuzzy. You find a t-shirt laid over a chair and tug it over your bare body, it fits nicely, but it isn't yours. If you had an "I survived my trip to NYC" shirt, you'd wear it more often. Your feet pad against the cold floor as you exit the unfamiliar bedroom, into the small living room area. You find someone laying on the creaky couch, and an odd amount of tech to your left.
"Hello?" You say softly, in case he's asleep.
Peter perks up quickly, turns to look at you. Somehow, more beautiful than last night. He smiles awkwardly.
"H-Hey... You sleep okay?"
"Yeah, good. Thanks."
There's tension, you're not sure why, but Peter looks like he's five seconds away from bolting right off the edge of the fire escape. "Are you okay...?"
"Um, yeah? Yeah. Fine." Now he's confused, do you not remember anything? He notices a small limp in your step as you move to sit on the couch beside him. Oh man, he wish that wasn't attractive, knowing that he fucked you enough to leave a lasting impression. He covers his recovering boner with a throw pillow. "Did... sorry I did that." He gestures to your limp.
"Mm, it's okay. Means you did something right."
"D-Do you remember anything?" He asks shakily.
"Like what? The sex? The party?"
"B-both."
"Sort of. Why didn't you sleep next to me?"
"Look, I'm just going to be honest with you, I promised I would last night..." Peter's eyes dart to his hands in his lap as you sit next to him more comfortably.
"Okay..."
"When we- finished," he clears his throat. "my body got really overwhelmed. I have- different DNA."
"What do you mean?"
"You have to promise me you will not tell anyone!"
"I don't have much of a circle, it's more like a triangle. Maybe a really short line."
"Promise!!"
"Okay! I promise!!"
Peter exhales, shoulders slumping. "I'm Spider-Man. And last night whenever Iâ like- finished my eyes turned black and you got really scared, and I felt horrible because you didn't deserve to see that. And I wanted to be honest because it doesn't feel right taking advantage of you like that and not explaining myself, and, I'm sorry."
Okay that was a lot to take in. You sit there for a minute, stunned by both his words and the pounding in your temples. "You're really Spider-Man?"
"Yeah. I guess I'm like going through stages or something, my body's been changing, I sense things more than I could before, and my webs are literally coming out of my wrists! It's disgusting!!"
You can't help but chuckle a little. "You can do that?" He nods, blush blooming over his freckled cheeks. "That's cool..."
"You're not weirded out?"
"No, why would I be?"
"I feel like most people would've gotten freaked out and like... ran out the door."
"To be fair, if I hadn't been drunk, I probably would have. I banged Spider-Man, so...That's a win in my book. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
Peter's face washes with relief as your words sink in.
"So... Did your new senses peak out last night?"
"Yeah, it was kinda embarrassing. I was like... Out of my mind."
"Clearly, I'm limping." You joke. "I think it's attractive."
"Y-you do?" His voice cracks.
"Yeah, you used your new abilities to fuck me. Tell me, what did you do to me, Spider-Man?" His breath hitches, he gulps. Then something makes him smirk,
"I'll just show you."
"Really?"
"Maybe now that you're sober you'll appreciate it more."
Just like that, he swept you off of the couch, and back to his bed. You felt a bit more in control now, alcohol couldn't fog your brain. Peter bent down sliding your panties down your legs. Then his face disappears between your thighs, "Pete-!" His tongue drags along your slit, making you shudder, your body tensing from that sweet, first contact. "Oh my god." You moan.
He isn't sure if the chill that runs down his spine is his own or his arachnid senses. He feels that thrum again, the same one that made him snap last night and pound into you to cause the limp you have today. Damn, you tasted like perfection served on a silver platter, his hands pushing your thighs back a bit to expose your pussy to him, his tongue going to work while his nose brushed against your clit, making you tremble. He's honestly so addicted to eating you now, all of a sudden, when your legs jerk back, he grunts and sits up. "You gotta quit movin' baby," he mutters, pressing your legs back as far as you're comfortable with, he makes you hold them in place, and he shoots a web over both of your hands.
"Pete!!" You exclaimed at the sticky feeling trapping your hands against the underside of your knees.
"Gotta stay still." He mumbles, and dives back in. Slowly slurping, like a man starved for weeks on end and this pussy is the only hope of keeping him alive. He edges you closer, and closer, until you're right on the brink of a precious orgasm, he can feel it in the way the hairs on his arm stand up. He bites his lip and pulls away, leaving you wet and ready for more. Suddenly, he stuffs his finger inside your pussy, gently pumping it in and out making you dizzy. It's so pleasurable. You let out soft whimpers as his fingers hit that gushy spot that takes you out of this world, and you can't help it when you squirt on his hands. He almost stops but it's such a beautiful sight that he genuinely can't stop thrusting his fingers into you until you've probably squirted every juice left in your body. He just stares, amazed that your body could do that. His eyes twinkle with want.
Peter lifts his fingers to his mouth and gently sucks them clean.
He discards his boxers onto the floor, pushing his body between your thighs and rubbing his cock along your wet slit. His precum mixes with your juices tenderly before he pokes his tip in once, then twice, and a third time. His body hunches until your chests press together, his hands carefully rip his webs from your thighs. He wraps them around his waist and starts rocking his hips desperately into you. "I'm s-so glad you're not scared of me." He whines, his thrusts are a bit sloppy at first, he's still getting used to these heightened feelings. It's so not fair that he can feel every muscle inside of you clenching and clinging to his cock, it's wonderfully miserable for him. "I hear it- feel it- all." He whimpers in your ear and he grips your thighs, pounding your pussy like he personally owned it. (He didn't).
Your moans bonded together to create an intimate atmosphere, between the heavy breathing, the squelches of your hips meeting and Peter practically fucking your cervix right now- it was the best sex either of you have had your entire lives.
"You're so, so, so good. Thank you." He whines, he really can't control it, maybe it's a mix of human and arachnid hormones, he wasn't sure if it was even genetically possible it could enhance his sexual performance, but clearly, it seemed to be because his pace was unmatched. His brows furrowed, hyper-focused of fucking you until you couldn't leave his bed. In the back of his mind, maybe he'd web you up and keep you like his own mate. But rational, sweet Peter could never do that to a sweet girl like you.
"I'm close," you moaned. He nods, keeping this pace, but his brain is getting cloudy, by choices that aren't his own. Then- he just starts pounding harder, making you squeal. "Mmh! Peter!" Mate. A real one? Perhaps. When you squirm under his pistoning hips, you tried to slow him down, not that you didn't like it. He grabs your wrists and webs them to his headboard.
"Stay." He growls.
Good grief! Your eyebrows knit together, mouth gaping as he impossibly fucks you in a way no person should be able to. His hands slide beneath your ass, gripping it and angling it up slightly, eliciting a sweet whine from your throat as he hits your g-spot, and more. Your walls squeeze his cock so wonderfully, his eyes are clenched shut again, fighting an internal battle between his arachnid self, and regular Peter Parker. When his eyes flutter open, you're gazing back into voidless, black eyes that are taunting and controlling. When you cum, he groans loudly, still thrusting through your unbearable tightness.
And when he cums?
He moans, and moans; and normal Peter Parker would pull out, but arachnid Peter held you still as his cock released his thick load right against your womb. He pants, head hanging as sweat trickles down his cheek and his eyes daze back to normal, his cock is swollen inside of you, and he lets out a pathetic whine as your walls continue to clench and pulse against his dick. "Oh, I didn't mean to- fuck!" His voice cracks as your pussy walls trap him inside you when he tries to pull out of you.
"Holy shit." His eyes widened a little as his cock finally popped out, watching as his semen dripped out of you. They dart from your pussy, to your face. "You're so beautiful."
"Thank you..." You smile, blushing.
He moves up and kisses you.
It's gentle, the perfect post-sex kiss.
"Can you get these webs off me now, please?" You smirk.
"Oh, no. I think I'm gonna keep you like this for a while."
pairing: sensory overload peter parker Ă grey!reader
plot description: peter fulfills the promise he made after your last encounter.
content warnings: SPOILERS FOR BRAND NEW DAY, 18+ content (MDNI!!!! ill snitch on u), smut (p in v), bdsm undertones (he webs her and keeps her wrists tied), unprotected sex, straight up penetration (because our man is neeeeeedy), dom!peter (duh), degradation, spitting, rough sex (idk what else to put), no foreplay :(, manhandling, and just arachnid peter fulfilling his promise / (let me know if i missed anything!)
notes: i cannot write smut properly because of my dry spell so pray i get some dih before my birth month or DURING my birth month... bnd peter got me ovulating so bad :^
the lock clicked.
a grocery bag hung from peterâs wrist as he nudged the apartment door open with his shoulder, already bracing himself for the familiar creak of old hinges and the hum of overworked computers.
âyouâre kidding.â
his apartment wasnât empty, he wasnât alone.
you sat comfortably in his chair, one boot hooked beneath the desk as it lazily spun from side to side. an energy drink rested in one hand while the other danced across his keyboard with practiced confidence. the glow of three monitors reflected in your eyes as lines of code scrolled faster than most people could read.
you didnât even look at him. âyou should really replace your front door.â
âyou broke into my apartment.â peter slowly lowered the grocery bag.
âi picked the lock.â
âthatâs still breaking in.â
âit sounds more impressive when you say it your way.â
he just stared. his apartment wasnât much to look at, and he sort of hoped you didn't mind a cramped basement tucked beneath a crumbling brick building where the pipes rattled whenever someone upstairs flushed a toilet, exposed wiring hugged the ceiling, boxes of spare parts were stacked against one wall, and every flat surface had somehow become storage for unfinished prototypes and dismantled gadgets.
but he was amused you looked completely at home. âyou left your wi-fi password written under the router.â
âuh, no, i didnât.â
you pointed toward the underside of the shelf without looking.
ââmayparker&tonystark99.ââ
peter visibly deflated.
âiâm changing that.â
âyou should.â finally, you glanced over your shoulder. âafter you change the lock.â
his gaze drifted to the monitors. âyou touched my computer.â
âi improved your computer.â
âi spent six months building that system.â
âand i spent six minutes finding seventeen vulnerabilities.â
âwhatâŠ? seventeen?â
âeighteen.â you tapped another key.
âthere. eighteen.â
peter blinked. âhow?â
âi have siblings.â
ââŠthatâs not an explanation.â
âit is if youâve met jean.â
he sighed.
âfair.â curiosity eventually won over whatever annoyance he was trying to hold onto. he stepped closer, setting the grocery bag on the workbench before leaning over your shoulder.
âwhat are you doing?â
you took another sip of your drink before gesturing toward one of the monitors.
âiâm trying to understand why someone smart enough to engineer synthetic web fluid thought suppressing his own dna was a good idea.â
peterâs expression immediately hardened. âyou looked at the inhibitor.â
âi reverse-engineered it.â
âyou reverse-engineered it?â
âi got bored.â
âyou got bored in my apartment.â
âit has terrible lighting.â
he rubbed a hand over his face. âyou know, most people start with âthanks for letting me in.ââ
âyou didnât.â
âi wasnât given the option.â
âno, you werenât.â
a schematic of the inhibitor rotated across the center monitor which made you frown, âthis algorithm is compensating instead of regulating.â
peter folded his arms. âexplainâŠ?â
âyou built a device that constantly fights your mutation.â
âit keeps it under control.â
âit keeps it suppressed.â
âsame thing.â
âno.â you swiveled toward him. âcontrol means understanding something well enough to work with it. suppression means pretending it doesnât exist until it inevitably pushes back.â
you reached for the keyboard again. âif your arachnid physiology is part of your genetic baseline, forcing your body to overwrite it every second is biologically inefficient.â your fingers flew across the keys, watching as windows opened, graphs shifted, and simulation models recalculated.
âyouâve created a feedback loop.â
he leaned closer. âwhat feedback loop?â
âyour inhibitor monitors arachnid activity.â
âright.â
âit detects a spike.â
âyeah.â
âso it suppresses it.â
âwell⊠yeah.â
you looked at him like he was proving your point. âand what does every living organism do when you suppress a natural response?â
peterâs brow furrowed. âitâŠâ
ââŠcompensates,â you finished. âyour bodyâs constantly trying to restore what youâre artificially pushing down. youâre wasting energy fighting yourself.â
he stared at the screen with squinted eyes, then at you, and back at the screen. âi never modeled it that way.â
âi noticed.â
âyou noticed?â
âyou labeled three variables wrong.â
âi absolutely did not.â
you silently turned one of the monitors toward him, where his own equations stared back at him and a single coefficient highlighted in red.
peter almost winced. ââŠthatâsâŠâ
âwrong.â
ââŠhuh.â
you couldnât help the small, smug smile that appeared, âi was wondering how long itâd take.â
âyouâve been waiting for me to notice?â
âi wanted to see if youâd argue first.â
âi really hate that youâre right.â
âi know.â
he laughed under his breath, shaking his head as he watched you effortlessly navigate software heâd spent years developing. âyou know whatâs bothering me?â
âhm?â
âyou walked into my apartmentâŠâ
âpicked the lock.â
ââŠpicked the lock, insulted my security, hacked my computer, dismantled one of my biggest projects,â
âmhm.â
âand somehow youâve convinced me to let you keep going.â
only then did you finally swivel the chair to face him completely, balancing the energy drink on one knee. âyou could stop me.â
âi really couldnât.â peter looked from you, to the monitors, to the corrected equations still rendering across the screens.
a satisfied grin spread across your face. âthatâs what i thought.â
you rose from the chair, the worn casters scraping softly against the concrete floor. the apartment suddenly felt smaller than it had moments ago. peter remained where he stood, one hand still resting against the edge of the desk, watching as you closed the distance between you.
neither of you spoke and the only sound came from the quiet whir of overworked computer fans and the rain tapping against the basement window.
you stopped just in front of him, close enough that he caught the faint scent of citrus from the energy drink mixed with cold air from outside. close enough that you could make out the barely-healed scratches along his jaw, the exhaustion hidden behind eyes that had spent far too many nights without sleep.
peter didnât move, and he knew he shouldâve asked what you were doing, but instead, he found himself watching your gaze linger on his for a long moment before drifting behind his neck.
âyou know,â you murmured, âfor someone whoâs supposed to be a geniusâŠâ a teasing smile tugged at your lips. âyou make some incredibly questionable decisions.â
his brow lifted when your hand rose between you.
peterâs breath caught, not from fear, but from the certainty in your movements. your fingers brushed lightly against the nape of his neck, searching until they found the small device hidden beneath the collar of his hoodie.
the contact lasted only a second.
a soft click echoed through the apartment and you held the inhibitor between two fingers, examining it with quiet amusement before flicking it aside. it landed somewhere beneath his workbench with an insignificant clatter.
peterâs eyes instinctively followed the sound.
when he looked back, you were still standing there, impossibly close.
you held his gaze without hesitation, the confidence in your expression never wavering. then, barely above a whisper, you said,
âlet loose, spiderman.â
peter staggered. his hand shot to the edge of the workbench, knuckles whitening against the metal as his breathing caught in his throat.
every sound inside the apartment seemed to sharpen at once, the hum of the computer fans, rain striking the basement window, water rattling through ancient pipes somewhere overhead. even your heartbeat became impossible to ignore.
âpeter.â
he squeezed his eyes shut. âdonât.â the word came through gritted teeth.
when he looked up again, the familiar warmth in his eyes had vanished, swallowed by an endless black that stretched from iris to sclera.
your expression never changed, instead, you studied him with the same quiet curiosity youâd shown his equations only moments earlier.
âso thatâs what it looks like up close.â
he let out a humorless laugh. âyou think this is funny?â
âi think youâre scared.â
his jaw tightened. âiâm angry.â
âno.â you took one measured step toward him. âyouâre overwhelmed and youâre mistaking that for anger.â
his pulse hammered in his ears as every instinct screamed at him to leave. to put distance between himself and the one person who insisted on dismantling every wall heâd spent years building.
âyou donât know what this feels like.â
âi donât.â
you stopped only when you stood within armâs reach. âbut i know what it looks like.â
his breathing remained uneven while your gaze never left those pitch-black eyes.
âtheyâre beautiful.â
peterâs composure cracked.
in one swift movement, he closed the distance between you, one hand catching your wrist as the other braced itself against the wall beside your head. his breathing was ragged, his face inches from yours, every muscle taut as though he were fighting himself more than he was fighting you.
âyou really donât know when to stop.â
your lips curved into the faintest smile. âi told you.â you held his gaze without flinching.
âi usually stop only when iâm wrong.â
neither of you moved, then peter kissed you.
not carefully. it was months of restraint colliding with relief, frustration, fear, and something heâd buried for far too long. the kiss was firm, almost desperate in its urgency, before the realization of what heâd done cut through the haze.
when he pulled back abruptly, his breathing was still uneven.
ââŠiâŠâ
the anger had already begun to fade, replaced by guilt.
âiâm sorry.â
you looked at him for a long moment before reaching up and resting your hand lightly against his cheek.
âi know.â your thumb brushed his jaw. âbecause you stopped.â
a quiet exhale escaped him which made you smile, just enough to soften the tension between you. âsee?â
he frowned. âsee what?â
âyou were never losing yourself.â your fingers slipped into his hand.
âyou were just afraid you would.â
peter lingered only inches away, his breathing still uneven. the black in his eyes hadnât faded, but neither had the restraint heâd fought so hard to regain.
âyouâre insufferable.â
âoh, i know.â a smug smile tugged at your lips.
his jaw tightened, because both of you knew you shouldâve stepped away. but you held his gaze, unwavering, studying those inhuman eyes with the same curiosity that had driven you to tear the inhibitor from his neck in the first place. there was no fear in your expression. no hesitation, only quiet defiance.
the silence stretched.
peter searched your face for the slightest crack in your confidence. what frustrated him was that he found none. a dry laugh escaped him, almost disbelieving.
âyou never back down.â
âneither do you.â
another beat passed, then he reached for you again. this time there was no anger behind the movement, only the stubborn refusal to let you have the last word. his hand settled lightly against your jaw, tilting your face toward his before he kissed you again.
you met him without hesitation. the endless arguments, the chase, and every reason the two of you had for standing on opposite sides disappeared into the quiet of the apartment.
when the kiss broke, neither of you moved very far.
but you looked up at him with the faintest smirk. âfeel better?â
peter exhaled a quiet laugh through his nose, shaking his head once.
âyou talk too much.â
âso iâve been told.â
before you could say anything else, he kissed you again, cutting off whatever remark had been waiting on your tongue.
fuck. you cursed in your head.
feeling your back crashing onto the rumpled sheets in a heated scramble with peter, your breasts heaving against his chest as your lips moved together in a fierce, reluctant kiss, tongues battling with the same intensity as the first jabs and blows from each other a week ago.
your defiance cracked into a gasp when he deepened it, hands roaming your curves with ruthless intent, arousal thickening between the two of you. he put a small distance between the two of you as he began palming your breasts, eyebrows raising at the discovery you weren't wearing any bra underneath the layers of your clothes.
now your hands were also everywhere. one draped over his broad, muscular shoulder, and the other caressed his clothed dick through his sweatpants. your index finger continuously switched from stroking and rubbing the tip (after many times of squeezing around lightly) until something wet come out.
oh, cute. precum.
he broke the kiss just enough to growl, âi told you iâd web and fuck the life out of you,â before shoving you down as silken webs coiled around your wrists like living handcuffs, binding your arms above your head to the headboard.
âdonât stop me,â peter loomed over you, his cock straining hard against his sweatpants as he tore at your clothes, exposing the slick heat of your pussy and the taut peaks of your breasts.
âwet already?â
with a lazy smirk, he began pressing between your thighs, grinding the thick head of his cock along your folds in deliberate, rough strokes that made your hips buck involuntarily, and the webs tightened around your wrists with every shift.
his eyes drinking in the sight of you in a reluctant ecstasy, the air thick with the scent of your mingled arousal and the promise of deeper violation. âwarnings for a whore like you shouldnât be given.â
tension coiled tighter in the space between the two of you as his body poised to thrust inside,
your defiant glare melting into desperate need without any release yet in sight, âpeter, please.â
and he doesn't hesitate, he never does, driving his hips forward with brutal force to bury his thick cock fully inside your slick, clenching pussy in one deep thrust that stretched your walls and drew a ragged moan from your throat.
âf-fuck!â
you met his gaze with a slight nod, the webs coiled tighter around your bound wrists like a deliberate tie to the headboard, your body yielding beneath his while your defiance melted into hungry acceptance.
raw desire surged higher with every relentless stroke, his cock hitting the perfect spots deep within you that made your pussy spasm and flood with arousal, breasts jiggling against his chest as he lost all restraint, hips snapping wildly while you writhed and gasped in evident enjoyment, âyou like that, baby?â
âmhmm..â
âfucking slut.â
he took note of your cheeks that were flushed with ecstasy, and how you repeatedly clenched around him each thrust. he swore he almost came after the first clench.
his thrusts became harsher, faster, and rougher by the timeâ and seriously, you donât know how he does that, but you couldnât care less because heâs hitting all of the right spots.
it was impossible to focus on one thing while he fucked you hard.
peter watched as your head slightly turned to the side before he grabbed your jaw. âlook at me while i fuck you.â
then he spat in your mouth.
your pussy clenched so tightly around him, a loud groan came out from his parted lips. he continued fucking you into his mattress relentlessly, not caring about how it creaked so loudly while his eyes remained fixated on you.
âyou can come in me,â you panted, granting consent in a breathless rush, legs locking around him to pull him deeper as he pounded without mercy.
âyeah?â
shliiick, shliiick, shliiick
the wet sounds of him ramming himself into your pussy alongside your skins slapping echoed through his apartment amid the heavy scent of sweat and sex.
âcome with me.â
â...godâ shit!â
âpeterâs my name, baby.â
his black eyes drank in every detail of you unraveling beneath him, observing the way your inner muscles milked his cock as your moans grew frantic, pushing him over the edge as his balls tightened and released roared through his veins.
âcome.â
the hot pulse of his cum began to erupt inside the same time you felt yourself come hard, eliciting a loud moan from you as you mindlessly tugged at the webs that kept you bound to the headboard.
shortly, the apartment settled back into silence as rain tapped softly against the basement window, the steady rhythm filling the space between the hum of peterâs computers and the uneven sound of two people remembering how to breathe.
he stayed still for a moment, the darkness in his eyes began to recede.
slowly, almost imperceptibly, the endless black gave way to the familiar brown until there was nothing in them but exhaustion. his gaze dropped to your wrists.
the strands of webbing still held them loosely against the headboard, forgotten in the chaos of everything that had happened, and guilt crossed his face almost instantly.
âiâm sorry.â
his voice was quieter nowâ uncertain, almost hesitant. with a careful touch, he reached up and peeled the webbing away. the strands dissolved beneath his fingertips, breaking apart until your hands were free again.
he gently took one of your wrists, turning it over to make sure the webbing hadnât left any marks, watching you flex your fingers before slapping his hand away which caused peter to roll his eyes after, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him with the ghost of a smile.
with a weary exhale, he shifted away just enough to give you space, running a hand through his already-disheveled hair before dropping back against the mattress. the tension that had filled the apartment earlier had settled into something quieter while peter reached for the blanket pooled near the foot of the bed and pulled it over both of you without ceremony.
âyou know,â he said, staring up at the stained ceiling, âbreaking into someoneâs apartment is generally considered rude.â
you turned your head toward him. âand yet you still havenât asked me to leave.â
âiâve considered it.â
âliar.â
ââŠmaybe.â
âis my pussy that good?â a satisfied smile crossed your face. âyou know i could use another round with proper foreplay.â
he glanced sideways at you. âwas it too fast?â
âi just felt like that should be considered an improper sex because you didnât do foreplay. you just went straight into fucking me!â
âmy bad, remind me to do it next time.â
âno next times, dipshit. do it now.â
peter let out a tired laugh, shaking his head.
âa spider has to rest before he takes a request.â
friends with benefits | theodore nott x malfoy!fem!reader
part two | part three
summary: youâre the adoptive child of the malfoyâs who has a crush on theo. smut with a plot. just read it i might make a part 2 :)
content/warnings: oral sex (both receiving), badly written smut? idk iâm still getting used to it
a/n: theodore nott is hot what can i say
word count: 2,005
being related to the malfoys, even if not by blood, was not the easiest thing to experience. your biological parents had passed away when you were young and as they were close friends with lucius and narcissa, you were left with them. they brought you up as their own and for as long as you can remember you knew yourself to be draco malfoy's sister.
this label came with a perception of you being just as cold, mean, and cruel as your brother. most of the time you put up the impression that these things were true, but you knew there were many differences between you. for one you were definitely not as cowardly as him. your bite was just as bad as your bark, but you weren't a mean person at all. you simply were unhappy with the way people treated you.
your situation made it hard for you to find friends, although you tried quite often. this meant that draco's friends became yours. they would never admit this but they definitely preferred you over draco.
your group remained as you, draco, blaise, pansy, daphne, and occasionally theodore nott. theodore wasn't incredibly close with anyone in the group but he had a sense of respect for them. he was more closed off and to himself than the others. nevertheless he became a close friend to you. you definitely enjoyed his company the most, and he was great to look at too but you'd never admit that to one of the few people you trust.
when it did come to people you trusted, daphne greengrass made her way on that list after befriending you in your 3rd year. she wasn't very fond of draco even though her sister, astoria, seemed to be obsessed with him. you two bonded over the fact that if they ever did end up together you'd be sisters (in law but still).
you and daphne were sat next to eachother in the slytherin common room when you saw draco come down from his dorm. you called him over.
"what?" he asked.
"do you still have my potions work? i need it back." you replied.
"right, it's in my room. you did it right, i don't know why you felt the need for me to check it."
"you're doing so well in this section i just needed clarification." he nodded with a small chuckle. "so can i go get it?" you asked.
"yeah go ahead. the only one in there is nott." you nodded with a smile and he walked off.
"is that smile so big because you know who is there or..." you rolled your eyes at daphne's comment and stood up.
"i'll be leaving for my potions work now. i'd rather not sit here and have you tease me for something dumb." daphne laughed as you made your way to the boy's dorm.
before you walked in, you knocked softly on the door.
"it's open, blaise!" he called out. you opened the door.
"it's not blai-" you stopped in your tracks at the sight in front of you. it really wasn't a big deal at all but there was theodore nott, shirtless, right in front of you. he was truly gorgeous and you couldn't pull your eyes away. you cleared your throat after a moment when he looked up at you.
"oh, hey y/n." he smiled. you smiled back slightly, still silent and still not moving. he was a little confused until he realized he was half naked.
"right, sorry, i should probably put a shirt on if it makes you uncomfortable." he made his way to his bed to pull one on before you interrupted.
"no!" you exclaimed. he looked back at you. "i mean, you don't have to. i'm not uncomfortable."
"like what you see then?" he chuckled. you wanted to laugh back to appear more calm but your face heated up because yes, you did like it.
"don't be ridiculous, theo." you forced out a single laugh and walked towards draco's bed. theodore was no idiot, he noticed your change in behavior and he enjoyed it. but to be 100% sure, he'd have to test his limits.
"what did you come in here for?" he asked.
"potions work. i had draco look over it." you said, holding up the piece of parchment.
"can i see it? i'm pretty good at potions myself." he said.
"didn't you say the last time you got an O in potions was in 4th year?" you smiled.
"i got better, ok? let me see it!" he held out his hand and you let out a sigh, walking to where he stood by his bed. you took the paper and you sat down on the edge of his bed in front of him. he scanned over it, most likely not even reading anything.
"it looks good. you're very smart, y/n." he said.
"i doubt you even read it." you replied, looking up at him. he laughed.
"sooo, what if i didn't?"
"sooo, that would mean you're wasting my time." you held your hand out to get your work back but he simply set it down on his side table.
"hey, wh-" your words were cut off when his finger turned your head to the side and up making you look back at him.
"or it could mean i want to spend time with you." his voice was slightly lower and it was hardly noticeable but the mood changed a bit. you let out a shaky breath, nerves getting to you. you've thought about being in this position but maybe you were reading into it too much?
"i don't blame you, i am amazing company." you quipped back and he smirked.
"yeah, you are." his hand left your chin, you softly bit your bottom lip, and the two of you held eye contact.
"can i tell you something crazy?" theodore asked. you nodded your head, not trusting your voice at the moment. he leaned closer to you, and with his voice in almost a whisper said, "i really want to kiss you right now." you couldn't believe it. you were speechless. you never thought he'd fancy you back but here you were.
"can i?" he asked. you slowly nodded your head. "i want a verbal response, y/n." your heart skipped a beat and your chest warmed up.
"yes. please kiss me." he wasted no time and closed the gap between you two.
his hands rested on your waist and yours on his shoulders. the kiss was sweet and nice, it was a bit nervous and that was evident as you both slightly pulled away, smiling.
you pecked his bottom lip and he pushed you softly to lay on your back, kissing you harder this time as he hovered over you.
his kisses spread to your neck as he focused on the sensation of your hands playing with his hair and the small noises you let out. his hands found their way under your shirt and you gasped quietly as they were slightly cold. he pulled away for a moment to look at you.
"is this ok?" he asked. you were going to nod but spoke up instead.
"more than ok." you helped him lift your shirt up off your body and watched as he stared at you.
"you're going to be the death of me." he breathed out. he went down to leave kisses on your chest and tits, caressing the skin under your bra with his thumb. he reached behind you as you lifted your body giving him access to the back of your bra. he unhooked it and pulled it off you.
"shit. you're so hot." he admired.
theodore licked your hard nipple and moved to the other doing the same. he played with them softly and looked back to your eyes.
"can i eat you out?" he asked.
"yes." you whimpered out. he smirked and reached for his wand. he let out a spell to lock the door and kissed you as he pulled your bottoms down. he went down between your legs and rubbed you over your underwear, making you squirm.
"someone's eager." he pulled them off and admired your wet pussy. he kissed although your inner thighs and finally licked right on your clit. you moaned out from the brief moment of relief.
"fuck~" you whined. he attached his mouth to you, circling around your clit.
"tell me what feels good." he said. you brought your hand to grip his hair, guiding him to lick up and down.
"mmm, theo." you brought up his hand to your mouth and he watched as you put his middle and ring fingers in your mouth. your tongue swirled around them, lubing them up. a string of spit connected you as you pulled them out. "finger me please." you let out. he did not hesitate to line up his fingers with your entrance. he slowly pushed in one finger and then the other as you adjusted.
you never enjoyed fingering yourself but his were so much longer and hit just the right spots. you were now a moaning mess. his mouth went back to your clit, sucking aggressively on it as he sensed you getting closer.
"oh my- mmm." you moaned as his fingers pounded into your pussy faster.
"be a good girl and cum all over my fingers for me." those words alone tipped you over to reach your orgasm. the boy smiled as you let out high pitched moans and whimpers. you pulled his hand away as you recovered. you panted and looked at him who was still hovering over you.
"i want to suck you off so bad right now." you said.
"then do it."
you pecked his lips as you pushed him beside you. he settled on the bed, leaning on the bed frame. you pulled his sweatpants off to see the wet spot on his underwear and his hard cock.
"i guess you really enjoyed making me cum." you smiled.
"so, so much."
"it's time for me to do the same to you." you pulled his underwear off and to the side. his cock sprung up and it was rock hard. precum was already leaking from his tip and your mouth was watering.
you took him in your hand and stroked slowly.
"you're so big.." you licked from the base to the tip and lubed him up with some of your spit, stroking again. you finally put him in your mouth, sucking slowly up and down. he threw his head back from the pleasure.
"fuck, your mouth is so warm."
you began to go faster, him leading your head. one hand was playing with his balls as the other gripped what didn't fit in your mouth. you looked up at him and made eye contact. the noises he let out were heavenly. as he got closer his grip on your hair got tighter.
"l-let me know, fuck... if it's too, uh, too much." he said, loosening his grip slightly. you grabbed his hand, signaling him to go hard again. you moaned around his cock at the feeling.
"gonna fill your pretty mouth up," his head leaned back and his monas were louder as you released into you. you eagerly swallowed, looking at his face the entire time.
"that was so hot." you said. theodore chuckled as his caught his breath. you got up to lay next to him. it was silent as you took in what just happened. the boy turned his head to look at you and you looked back.
"so does this mean anything?" you asked.
"what?" he gave a confused look.
"i mean, friends don't suck eachother off."
"oh, right." he thought for a moment. he'd honestly like to be something more with you but you kinda just had oral sex. that was way too soon.
"friends with benefits?" he questioned. it wasn't exactly what you imagined but that title meant he'd want to do this again, right?
Music artist rafe using your moans in his song. Can be during dating or after breakup someone make this puh lease. He can be whatever kind of music artist u want
Youâre in college and youâre not very popular kinda always keeping to your self but your roomate is very popular and you and her get on well.
Sheâs best friends with Frat!Rafe Cameron so he comes over frequently teasing you and trying to flirt with you but you always just blush and go back to whatever youâre doing too shy to actually have a conversation with him
One day rafe finds out you have a boyfriend back home when your roomate complains to him because she hates your boyfriend and how many times heâs made you cry and hates to see you always go back to him and he tells her to convince you to come to the party and heâll âhelp get her mind off himâ (about you) and she laughs a little but says alright
You agree after a lot of begging and at the party you start to drink growing less shy and when rafe comes to talk you engage and suddenly one of your favorite songs comes on and you tell him and he drags you to the floor to dance (imagine the scene in the music video Drew is in wher theyâre at the club) and you begin dancing with him the moves becoming more sensual as the songs change and suddenly #icanteven by the neighbourhood comes on as you dance and rafe dips down kissing you as the words âyou said I wasnât just like anyone like anyone. But you treated me just like everyone like everyone else. You like to say that youâre right. Did it make you feel bad when you cheated on your man last night? Did I even ever cross your mind? you like to say that youâre rightâ smirking as he pulls back mouthing the words as it repeats
Thought about this as I listened to the song please someone make this in full cause Iâm shit at punctuation
Im the type to repost when I wanna read later but I feel like I forget to go and read them. I wish tumblr had a ârepostsâ feature so I could go through them I know I got some bangers somewhere
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