Warnings: Rough smut, oral (fem receiving), choking, size kink, praise kink, primal play, housewife kink, mentions of canon level violence (not towards reader), protective Ari. Ari is 6'6".
Word count: 1.8K
a/n: Written on my phone, I'll edit it later. Unbeta'd.
Music filters out of your phone on the counter. Dancing in front of the stove, you shrink back from the heat pouring over your face when you open the oven door. The fragrant scents of your garlic roasted chicken drift up, you inhale it with a smile. Ari is going to love this. You’re pairing it with a few of his favorite sides and you can’t wait for him to try your new recipe.
You chuckle softly, remembering the last time you tried something new, he ate every last salty, burned bite of the dish despite your insistence that he didn’t have to.
Closing the door, you turn down the heat, letting everything simmer. All you have to do is finish setting the table and grab his beer out of the fridge. His meeting should be almost over..
You take a step back, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress. He bought it for you a week ago; it fits you perfectly, enhancing your curves and the color is beautiful.
You take two steps away from the stove, turning towards the bridge when a loud bang startles you. It coming from the front of the house. A second loud boom travels throughout the halls, a shriek snakes up your throat, your heart pounds in your chest. You look around frantically, fear slivers down your spine, freezing you in place. Then you hear the rapid rhythmic stomping of something, someone coming down the hall.
You’re about to dive for the gun he has hidden under the table when you hear your name, growled, low and dark in his throat.
You recognize that voice.
You recognize that tone.
Ari.
He storms into the kitchen, and he sucked all the air out of the room with his domineering presence. Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes raking up and down the disheveled man. You’ve seen Ari when he’s angry, but this-this is something different. More primal. His large hands grab the sides of the doorway, his upper body leaning towards you as if he’s physically holding himself back. Small splatters of crimson pepper his white shirt, the stains spreading across his collar.
Ari cracks his neck, the low crunching noise as he rolls his shoulders makes you take a step back. Deep blue eyes travel up your body, past your bare feet to your calves, his lip twitches and his grip tightens, the wood creaking faintly. He continues his perusal of your trembling body, sweeping back and forth cautiously, thoughtfully, as if he’s searching for something.
His solemn gaze land on your face, lingering on your lips before finding your wide eyes. A flash of relief crosses his face before more rage seeps in, enhancing his stunning features. “Run.”
Your brows furrow, licking your dry lips, you scoff out a confused “what?”
Ari stands up straight, his head brushing the top of the doorframe. His deft fingers grasp the front of his shirt and he rips it open, buttons hitting the floor with sharp pings. “Run. Now. Sunshine.”
You can’t.
He’s blocking the only way in and out of the kitchen.
You can’t run.
You study his hands, watching as his shirt flutters to the floor, he pulls off his belt in one swift motion. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to run.”
Your eyes flicker up to his face and your belly drops. He knows you can’t get out here. He knows, and he’s doing this on purpose. Heat, arousal, and anticipation swirl in your fluttering belly before settling between your thighs. Your panties cling to you, drenched.
You take a step back, he follows. Every small step is met with his long, measured stride, slowly unbuttoning his pants, he smirks down at you.
“When I catch you, I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go Sunshine.” His voice is low, gravelly, and taunting.
A predator hunting down his prey.
You keep moving, your chest rising and falling rapidly, unable to tamp down your growing excitement. His bulge getting bigger and bigger every second.
He’s caging you in.
You’re running out of room.
Ari’s purposely advancing on you, his darkening eyes never leaving your face, full pink lips twisted into a devious smirk.
Your foot slips on the slippery floor.
“Oh shit Ari-,” you gasp, reaching out to steady yourself. The back of your thighs hit the edge of the table. He crosses the remaining space in two long strides, standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off the large body.
“You really should have run, Sunshine.” His voice deepens, the warning in his tone goes straight to your aching pussy and you clench down. Ari reaches inside his boxers, your knees almost buckle at the sight of his long, thick cock, hard and leaking, a bead of precum rolling off his swollen head.
There’s no time to think, to react. Not with him so fucking close, his cock brushes over your belly, his masculine cologne filling your nose. Ari seems even bigger than usual, towering over you, making you feel petite. Without another word, he spins you around, your hands hitting the table, knocking over the plate you set down earlier. He’s treating your body like it belongs to him, hooking his hand under your thigh, spreading you open.
“Ari-“ his name ends in a soft moan. “Oh fuck-“
Normally he eases you into, takes his time with foreplay, doesn’t fuck you until you’re on the brink of begging. But right now, he can’t wait any longer, twisting your panties to the side, he sends up a silent thanks that you’re so wet for him, he could feel your slick coating your thighs when he grabbed you.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, lining his throbbing cock up with your hot, drenched pussy. And he pushes into with one firm stroke, your velvety walls clamping down on him, Ari’s broken groans drowning out your own soft sobs.
Pleasure laced with a sweet burning sensation pulses up your spine. You take in a breath, your hands forming fist as he languidly eases out of you, inch by inch. He slams back into you; the wet sloshing sound resounding in your ears as you stretch to fit his thick cock. He angles up, moving deeper and deeper until he’s in your belly.
“Oh god, oh god oh fuck,” you moan, your chin dropping to your chest, unable to support your own weight as he pounds into you. The fast, controlled pace lets his cock hit that sweet, sensitive spot until your vision blurs with unshed tears.
“It ain’t god making you feel like this sunshine,” Ari states, breathlessly. He stares down at your writhing body, his gaze flickering between your head lolled to the side, mouth slack, and his cock disappearing in and out of your tight cunt. He bends down, his large hand wrapping around your throat, pulling you up until your back is flush with his chest.
“Who’s making you feel good?” There’s a desperation in his voice that you’re not used to, it’s as if he needs to hear his name on your tongue.
“You are-Ari, only you, oh fuck” you breathe, digging your nails into his wrists. This new angle is letting him go even deeper, his hips grinding into you. “Ari, don’t stop, please don’t-“
“I won’t, not until you cum for me. “He drops his head along the curve of your shoulder, nipping your skin
You’re unaware that you’re chanting his name, you don’t think you can take anymore; it feels too good; shards of exquisite sensations swirling up, the pleasure enhanced by the pressure on your throat, you’re getting lightheaded, all you can feel right now is him-Ari, his warm, firm chest through the thin material of your dress, a rough, scarred hand moving up your thigh until the pad of his fingers circles your swollen clit tenderly, a direct contrast to the rough, way he’s fucking you. “I got you, just take it Sunshine, lemme feel you cum on my cock, there ya go.”
You clench down around him, his strokes falter as your orgasm unfurls inside you, an endless sultry white-hot wave of pleasure surges up, rushing across your body. Your body tenses, a thin gasp escaping your lips. Ari fucks you through it until you go limp around him. You would collapse to the tiled floor if he weren’t holding you.
He circles his hips erratic thrusting, once, twice then he groans your name as he spills inside you, relishing in the feel of your fluttering walls around his cock, murmuring soft praises as you pant. He slips out of you, turning your pliant body around and placing you on the table.
“What the fuck was that?” Dropping back, you rest on your elbows, he tears your ruined panties off, putting them in his pocket. “I’m not complaining, but you haven’t gone all cavemen since that night-“ you gesture with your fingers.
A rueful smile tugs at his lips and for a minute he stares down at you, his eyes watching his cum drip out of your swollen pussy. He sighs, carding his hand through his damp locks. You don’t think he’s going to answer; he pulls out the chair and sits in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs. “Some punk thought he could threaten you," he responds quietly.
“Oh,” you respond, trying to keep the amusement out of your voice.
That explains it.
Ari barely tolerates people looking at you. He always says you’re the only light, his sunshine, in his dark, merciless world and he refuses to let anyone take you from him.
You don’t bother to ask what he did to whoever was stupid enough to mention your name in front of your man.
After all you were there when the Drysdale heir thought his legacy could shield him after he smacked your ass at a party.
You didn’t know Ari could toss another grown man through a window until that night.
It was impressive and you thanked him very throughly for protecting you.
"Did you toss this one off a roof or something?" You laugh, raising your eyebrows playfully.
Ari glares at you, but all the heat and rage in his blue eyes are gone, only the possessive love and neediness you’re accustomed to seeing remains. “I may have overreacted.”
You laugh knowing he's not going to tell you what he did, so you turn your attention to charred food on the stove. “Ya think? I hope you weren’t hungry because I’m pretty sure our dinner is burned by now”
“That’s on you for not running.” His sharp retort makes you laugh harder. Ari grumbles under his breath, something about eating until he's full, his hands moving under your ass, lifting you until your pussy is in his face. “I got something better right here.”
“Ari-“ You squeal, his tongue sliding through your messy folds. “Oh you’re filthy.”
“Not my fault your pussy tastes so damn good,” he mumbles, sucking your clit into his mouth, a burst of sensations takes you off guard and your elbows slip, your back hits the table with a soft thud. “Now lay there and let me enjoy my meal.”
summary ─ his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.
pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!alpha!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, dancing, penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), pet names, dirty talk, bucky is a wet dream on legs lol, kissing, fluff, language
a/n ─ it had been a while since i wrote something so pls be kind to me sjfhjdfs this fic is my entry for @bemine-bucky ‘s writing challenge! congrats baby <3 my prompt was “you must forgive my lips… they find pleasure in the most unusual places.” hope you like it! please a leave a comment if you do! thank you <333
The only time your friends had forced you to go out with them after school was the time that your chance finally decided to smile down at you and offer you a gift for peace: A tall, handsome as hell guy who had the best sexy and soothing alpha scent you’ve ever had a sniff off.
“I have that Oscorp bullshit stupid Hoilday whatever….”
My phone call was interrupted by rude, wandering hands, a very threatening distraction.
Imminent doom to a phone call I was actually enjoying. Love is a sickness.
“Good afternoon, Peter Parker.”
“G’morning” He mumbled back. I could tell he was holding back a yawn.
He held me to his chest, blinking at the sun out the window.
“I have to call you back, Jen. Bye…” I tossed the phone to the couch.
“You’re still sleepy?” I patted his face,”It’s already one in the afternoon, bugboy.”
“God..? Really?” He shook his head, “I haven’t slept like that in a long time.”
“I know,” I said, “You were out pretty late last night…”
“Saved New York City and you’re bitching at me for missing curfew.” He grumbled.
I spun around to see a sad, but adorable, frown. I couldn’t contain a giggle.
“You’re right and I’m sorry.” I rubbed his arm and gave his hand a little kiss, something he seemed to rather enjoy. “You’re very brave….” I said sultrily, garnering a waaay too proud look from Peter. “The citizens of New York thank you!” I put my hand out like I was presenting some citizens watch award and laughed.
He rolled his eyes, “Shut up!” and pushed me away.
Next thing I knew, Peter was beginning to melt into the couch. I did the sensible thing and threw myself on top of him.
He grabbed my hips and lightly bit my shoulder, “My god lady! Get offa’ me.”
“Ha!” I bit right under his ear and he winced, “I’m your lady. Remember?”
He smiled against my cheek and pushed all the hair out of my face, huge hands holding my head like a basketball pulling me in closer and closer as he whispered, “Is that who you are?”
Peter kissed me, and it felt as thought the sun rose a little higher and the birds chirped a little louder. I put my hands in his dark messy hair, “Can’t believe you forgot.” I teased.
The only thing better than seeing Peter’s smile was feeling it against my lips like in that moment, as we whispered in between desperate kisses. “Mhm…Needed a reminder.”
We were like that for awhile, kissing and giggling like time didn’t exist.
But alas, it did and ours had run out.
“You know if you’d just gotten up a little sooner, this actually coulda’ gone somewhere.” I motioned between us, or more at the amount of clothes between us. He caught on and instantly attached to my hip, hands tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. I shrieked like a banshee.
“Peter!” I laughed, “You’re too late. I have to go to the library and get some schoolwork done if I have to go to this Oscorp Holiday thing by 7.”
I walked away and started to collect my things, “I still don’t fucking get why they don’t just cancel this thing! It was supposed to happen two weeks ago.”
“Yeah I agree. The six days in between Christmas and New Year’s is an awkward time for a corporate holiday party.”
I nodded, “I agree, Mr. Parker. I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah,” He smiled, “I’ll swing by after your party.”
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I’d been sipping on the same glass of bubbly champagne that I couldn’t afford nor pronounce all night. Unlike the party, it was beginning to get flat. Loud music could be heard reverberating from the walls to the floor, along with the unmistakable chatter of very smart, rich and important people having conversations that would be recalled in TedTalks. There were beautiful women in long, glamorous dresses and men in perfectly fitting suits and diamond watches in every corner of the biggest penthouse I’d ever been in. This party was being held for the best and brightest at Oscorp, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel slightly out of place. That being said, I did my best to hide it and so far, I think I’d done a decent job at making it seem like I actually belonged here.
My nerves were just beginning to settle, that is…until he appeared. I caught him hovering over my shoulder in an instant. “Peter!” I shrieked, covering my own mouth upon the realization I was way too loud.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I got up and began to lead him to anywhere that was not surrounded by my bosses and their colleagues. The first thing I found was a closet in a–what I hoped was secluded–hallway.
“You can’t…You can’t fucking be here!” I whisper-shouted, shoving him in and closing the door after stepping inside. “I know,” his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, “I know.” He shook his head, “But I had to come see you.”
“What? Why?” I asked him. I noticed the look of concern in his eyes, “Peter, what’s up? Is something wrong?”
“No.” He could see the doubt in my eyes,
“Baby, nothing is wrong, I promise, I just…” He shut himself up with a kiss. I wasn’t mad about it.
I wanted to push him off. Push him off and make him spill it. Why was he here?
But as soon as his lips met mine, for the first time all night my head was empty. No thoughts. No worries. Just fuzzy, warm, welcomed emptiness. Kissing him felt like drinking an entire glass of champagne in one sip. It made me dizzy.
“You look so beautiful.” He mumbled against my collarbone, peppering it with kisses.
“Are you trying to impress one of your bosses? Is It Dr. H from the Biotech wing, ‘cause I could knock that guy the hell out.” I let out a loud laugh, but Peter swiftly cut me off with another kiss.
“Shhhh…” He whispered, “You can’t get us caught already..”
“Oh my god!” I whisper-shouted, “That is so not happening.”
He was already back under my chin, this time sucking and biting on my neck. A threatening distraction. “What’s not happening?”
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, letting out a weak, “This.”
He was leaving marks on my neck we both knew I’d have to scold him about after.
I let open the top buttons of my dress, leaving me in just a bra, and Peter with a great view.
"Wow."
“Peter,” I grabbed his hair, “Kiss me.”
He obliged quickly, crashing his lips to mine in a desperate frenzy of whatever this little escapade was fueled by.
Despite the obscene location, I’d never wanted him more badly in my life and I think he could tell. “Turn around.” He said, grabbing my elbows and forcing me around, facing the wall. The sheer ease he moved me with was exciting. “You alright, babe?”
“Yeah,” I nodded my head, “Just….please.” I let out, wiggling my hips closer to him. I felt his large hand make its way to the small of my back as another landed in the crook of my neck.
“Please what?” He planted a kiss on my shoulder and hiked up my dress. “Come on baby, please what?”
My ass was pressing right against him, and I could feel the stiffness in his pants. Why did he continuously choose to prolong this and torture us both?
“Jesus!” I whined “Fuck me already, Peter.”
“Here?” He teased, “Are you serious?”
“Shut your-” Peter didn’t let me finish, silencing me with a finger sliding under my panties, rubbing up and down, like he was admiring his work.
“You’re so wet..” He muttered, dipping a finger inside.
I shuddered at the initial intrusion, but my body soon welcomed the pleasure of his soft strokes. “So pretty….so perfect.”
I heard the distinct sound of a zipper and shuffling.
I wasn’t ready for his shove against the cold wall, and while I should’ve been startled by it, I was only further turned on. His grip on my shoulder got tighter and another hand wrapped around my underside, holding me in perfect place.
I felt myself slowly start to stretch as he entered me, it was satisfying to feel full once he was fully inside.
“Fuck..” He groaned, “Feel so good, sweetheart.”
His slow, calm, cool, and collected thrusts were beginning to become a thing of the past.
“Shit!” I cursed, overwhelmed with pleasure. His hips were moving faster and I could do nothing but take it.
“Shut up.” He traded the hold on my shoulder to wrap around my mouth and stifle my whines and pants that were starting to get dangerously loud. “You want everyone to know the smartest girl at Oscorp is also a fucking slut?”
I whimpered against his hand, getting closer every time he pulled out just to slam himself into me again harder than the time before. His hand dropped from my mouth and to under us, rubbing small circles on my clit.
I mewled into my own hand as Peter took me with no regard for the world outside our closet.
“Peter,” I heaved for air, “‘M gonna c-cum.”
“Do it, baby,” He said, “My god, come all around my–Fuck!”
Both his hands fell at my hips, holding me tighter in place as he fucked into me over and over again and we both reached our peaks, “Shiiiiit!” I moaned, tightening around Peter as I came. I felt him follow shortly after, with thrusts so hard my entire body shook.
He sighed and put himself away, reaching out and pulling me into a hug as I shimmied my underwear back up my legs.
Tasm!Peter is ready to have a family so he talks with wife!Reader and the next time they do the deed, there's some breeding kink?
i struggled with this i have not written breeding kinks in a while! not my gif! andrew just looks like a piece of art here. i wrote the breeding kink more romantic here 🤍
swollen - tasm!p.p.
SUMMARY: all he wants is to watch your stomach swell with him.
WARNINGS: smut (obvi); romantic breeding kink, vaginal sex, kissing, love marks, dirty talk, creampie(?), slight degradation, 18+ MINORS DNI
the following works are my own writing. do not plagiarize or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.
MASTERLIST
You dreamed of the perfect life with Peter--the big house away from the city, children running through the halls, maybe even a dog and a cat as animal companions. Ever since he asked you to be his, it was all you'd wanted. So, imagine your excitement when he asks you second biggest question.
"I want you to have our baby, (y/n)." He was so sweet, with those big, doe, brown eyes that you loved so much. Peter was gentle and loving, laying between your legs while leaving kisses on your stomach.
"After you obliged, he didn't waste any time. You were completely bare in front of him, his eyes delectably looking over your body. You trusted him completely. "Tell me, pretty girl," Peter whispered as he dragged his tip through your folds, collecting your slick and just barely pushing it into you. He was a fucking tease.
"I-" your voice cut off when you felt his lips on your collarbone, sucking and biting so your skin turned purple. "Please," you begged.
"Please, what, honey?" He moved up to your chin and jaw, making a direct line to your own lips. Peter's eyes met yours.
You bit down on your bottom lip and held back a moan as he pushed himself further inside before pulling out completely. "Please, fuck me.” His lips parted gently as his tongue swiped his teeth. “I wanna have your baby.”
He smirked as he covered himself completely with you, stretching you open. "Oh, fuck," he whispered when there wasn't a single inch of him touching the cold air. You were so warm wrapped around him, deliciously clenching down. Peter began to thrust slowly, his tip bruising your walls with every push back inside you.
"Peter, please," you begged, wrapping your hands in his hair and pulling his lips down to your neck where they kissed and sucked on your skin, turning it a pretty shade of purple. He was moving so painfully slow.
"My pretty girl," he murmured, his hips suddenly snapping against yours. You could feel your spine arching as he thrusted so hard your entire body rocked. He held your right breast in his hand, massaging it and sucking on the other. "Gonna look so perfect with her stomach all swollen." he moved his hand to where you two met, rubbing the pearl in between your legs. He let out a pornographic moan when you clenched around him again.
You could feel your thighs becoming bruised as Peter continued to rupture every part of you. Your brain shook in your skull with every snap. "Please, cum inside me," you whimpered, wrapping your legs around him and pressing him against you.
"There's my girl," he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. Peter's bottom lip hung down as his eyes washed over with a look of bliss. "My good girl. All you want is me to fill you up, yeah? Like the little whore you are." As he came closer and closer to the edge, his words became sharper and darker.
You nodded desperately, digging your fingernails into his arms. "I'm gonna c-cum," you whimpered, throwing your head back into the pillow.
"Cum for me, princess." Peter groaned when he felt your warmth around him, the stickiness connecting the two of you together. His length began to shine with your fluids. "That's my good girl. So perfect for me. Gonna fill you up good, I promise. Gonna make sure your tummy swells, and these will too." He kneaded your tits in his palm. "Gonna look so perfect with our baby."
His eyes met yours, never breaking contact once, as you felt the spurts of white warmth inside of you, leaving a thick coat of his load over your walls. Peter's mouth dropped open as a loud, deep moan rang through your ears. Even after he finished, he kept himself buried inside you. Some of his seed even leaked out around him. "What if it doesn't work?" You shivered with an unsteady voice.
Peter smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear. "I'll just have to fuck you again, won't I?"
[summary: a needy peter accidentally wakes you up in the middle of the night.]
[warnings: smut, sub!peter, dom!reader, daddy kink, dry humping, handjob, dirty talk, choking, dacryphilia, pet names, you can imagine any peter, reader is taller than peter, kinda somnophilia?]
[requested: yes | no.]
[author’s note: i wrote this in the middle of the night so it’s probably bad. but who gives a shit anyways.]
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You felt him harshly rutting his body against your own.
His leg wrapped around your waist and his arms tightening around your biceps.
His heavy breathing was going directly into your ear as he continued to work himself closer to the edge.
You shifted slightly but Peter didn’t seem to notice, too far in his pleasure-filled mindset.
His whines were slowly getting louder and louder as he picked up his pace. He still hasn’t realized that you are aware of his actions.
You lowered your hand from his grip and placed it on top of the very obvious bulge in his pajama pants.
He threw his head back when you started to rub him through his pants. His hips stuttered as you reached under the waistband.
When your calloused hand was attached to his cock, he almost came right then and there.
Peter was still forcing his abdomen against yours but was doing it slower, now that you have added another source of pleasure into his wet dream.
You were relatively sure that he would wake up anytime soon and beg for you to give him more, so you continued to please him until that time came.
Peter started biting your shoulder, trying to control himself before it was too late.
You growled in pain when he started biting harder and pushed him off of you.
You could hear Peter’s whimpers as his eyes opened. His hips were thrusting against the mattress as he reached out for you.
“Please, daddy!” He begged, scratching his fingers against your leg. “Wanna cum, please let m-“
His sentence was cut short by a loud moan as he felt you wrap your hand around his throat.
“I’m sorry, bunny. But daddy’s not gonna let you cum. You woke me up in the middle of the night just so you could rut your pretty little hips against me.” You ended your sentence with a harsh squeeze to his throat before letting go completely.
You watched him as the tears started to fall down his cheeks. He whined and squirmed around on the bed, looking up at you with an expectant expression.
“I’m sorry, daddy. Didn’t mean to wake you up.” He pouted and nuzzled his nose into your palm.
“Oh, don’t start with the ‘sorry’s now, bunny.” You say, pushing his head back a bit causing him to whine again.
Summary: There was nothing like that first kiss, the way you tasted like the strawberries you’d been snacking on and the way your fingers fit perfectly behind the nape of his neck and the way that you felt pressed against him, heated where he touched you, and the way your foreheads stayed pressed together long after your lips had broken apart. He’d almost accidentally let an I love you slip from his tongue right then and there, but managed to keep that from happening, even though it was the truest thing in his life.
Words: 1.9k
A/N: 18+ — it's smut; oral (male receiving); fem!reader; praise kink (end me); cursing; dirty talk & pet names; best friends to lovers; no taglist on smut, friends! based on a request about peter sorta discovering his gf has a praise kink.
Peter liked to think that he knew you pretty well. After all, you’d been his best friend for four years, ever since he accidentally knocked you over on the sidewalk while you were carrying a stack of books. That particular incident had ended with you in tears because it had been a hard day and Peter awkwardly patting your shoulder as he somehow managed to balance the entire stack of books in one arm. He walked you home, pausing along the way to buy you a bouquet of sunflowers to make up for it. And the rest was history.
Until three months ago. Three months ago, things had changed, grown, between the two of you so that the thing—the one that everyone from Aunt May to the guy who owned the deli you and Peter always got lunch at had said was inevitable—had finally happened.
Three months ago, Peter Parker had started dating his best friend.
That had been an accident too, really. You had been two-thirds of the way through an essay on the subversion of marriage in the Victorian novel and prattling on about becoming a plant-lady, when you’d made the joke that if neither you nor Peter were married by thirty, you could descend into spinsterhood together.
“Or we could just get together,” Peter said, as if it were the simplest thing on Earth.
“Yeah, I guess we could do that,” you replied, again with the simplicity of someone commenting on the weather.
And then your eyes had accidentally slipped over his lips and you were suddenly not-so-accidentally kissing—hard—and Peter realized what he’d known all along but had been too stupid to listen to (so much for Spidey-sense). That he was hopelessly in love with his best friend.
Thankfully, you returned the feelings and confessed, between increasingly heated kisses and roaming hands under shirts, that you’d nursed a small crush on Peter for the first year of your friendship before shutting it down, burying it deep under seven layers of emotional concrete and behind a padlock made of Mithril—god, you were a huge nerd and Peter just wanted to drink all your dorky words up through your lips right into his very being.
There was nothing like that first kiss, the way you tasted like the strawberries you’d been snacking on and the way your fingers fit perfectly behind the nape of his neck and the way that you felt pressed against him, heated where he touched you and the way your foreheads stayed pressed together long after your lips had broken apart. He’d almost accidentally let an I love you slip from his tongue right then and there, but managed to keep that from happening, even though it was the truest thing in his life.
And there was nothing like that first time you let him have all of you, when he gave you all of himself in return. The way your back arched up into him and you whimpered his name as his hands flitted over your breasts. The way your breath came in short, panted spurts when he found a place you’d never been touched before and explored it, mapping out your body in ways you never thought possible. The way you were so warm, so entirely his, as you clenched around him and held him tight as he fucked you into the mattress.
But it had only been three months and Peter was still exploring, still discovering all the things he loved about you between the sheets.
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It had been a long day—classes and research hours at the lab and then an evening patrol as Spider-Man that had him stopping four car burglaries and three muggings. I ❤️ NYC indeed. But when he climbed through your window just before midnight and saw you in nothing but his old Pink Floyd t-shirt, all thoughts of the past day and future sleep went out of his head.
“Hey ladybug,” he grinned, pulling his mask off and rolling his shoulders, a small cracking sound emanating from his back. You smiled from your spot on the bed, carefully setting aside the paper you’d been reading and looking expectantly at him.
“How was patrol?” You asked, tugging the hem of the shirt a little lower to cover your bare lower half. Peter raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing too exciting,” he shrugged, eyes darkening as he gazed at you. It was enough to make you squirm.
“What?” you asked, meeting his gaze and trying to subtly squeeze your thighs together.
“Pulling down my shirt like you’re suddenly shy?” Peter teased, licking his lips.
“I’m trying to be modest,” you protested jokingly, placing the back of your hand over your forehead in a fake swoon.
“I think you lost that right when I fucked you over the kitchen counter last night,” Peter said, voice husky. “Take it off for me?”
You obliged, shifting onto your knees and slipping the tee up and over your head, leaving yourself completely bared to him. It felt different than all the other times, at the pool or the beach, when you’d slipped out of your clothes in front of Peter, but given the dimly lit bedroom, that wasn’t not surprising.
Peter watched you with desirous eyes, taking in your body, roving over your curves. His gaze flickered up to meet yours, their dark-honey colour smoldering. “Good girl.”
The words sent a jolt of electricity up your spine and Peter must have noticed because he grinned—that bastard.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Peter muttered, stepping forward and running a thumb over your cheek, not entirely delicately. “My best girl.”
You couldn’t help but to bite your lip, heart fluttering at his words. His thumb tracked over your mouth, pulling down at the corner of your lips until the pad of his thumb was resting on your tongue and you were looking up at him with wide doe-eyes. You could already see the bulge growing in his suit and feel the wetness pooling between your legs. Peter pressed his thumb down, moving his other hand to your face to press your lips together into a pout.
“Such pretty lips,” Peter whispered and you moaned against his hand causing him to chuckle. “You like that?” he grinned, taking his hand from your mouth and shifting it gently to your neck, holding your throat delicately under his strong palm, “You like being my good girl?”
“Peter,” you whimpered at his teasing, your hands running over the rough material of his suit, desperate to feel him.
“What is it, angel?” His other hand trailed from your throat to your chest, roughly running over your breasts, pinching at your peaked nipples.
“You still have your clothes on,” you sighed under his touch and Peter laughed.
“Pretty and smart, hm?”
You swatted his shoulder playfully and began tugging at the neckline of his suit, peeling it away from his skin. As more of his body was revealed—the lithe muscles and prominent veins in his arms, the toned planes of his chest and stomach, his hardened cock—you pushed your thighs together to relieve the pressure you felt building in your core. You palmed his cock, running your small hand along its underside and Peter nearly growled at the sensation.
“Fuck,” you sighed, “Peter, you’re so—” he cut you off with a deep kiss, a domineering bite on your lower lip that made you whimper.
“Gonna be a good girl on your knees for me?” Peter asked.
This was new ground for him and god he hoped he didn’t sound ridiculous, but the fact that you were dripping onto the bedsheets and nodding eagerly assured him that you were relishing in his praises. And he was only too happy to give them.
Peter scooped you up with one arm, easily setting you down on your feet and watching as you sank to your knees and he took your spot on the edge of the bed. You pressed yourself between his thighs before you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, stroking it gently with long and drawn out circles of your wrist.
“Y/N,” Peter’s voice was hardly more than a whisper, “That feels so good.” He looked down at you with hooded eyes and you smiled, proud of yourself for being able to make him feel so good, wanting to hear more of the beautiful noises that he could make for you.
“Now let me feel your lips,” Peter instructed softly and you nodded obediently, licking the tip of his cock teasingly before wrapping your lips around him and slowly hollowing out your cheeks to take more and more of his length. You knew he’d hit the back of your throat before you could get him entirely in your mouth, but you didn’t care, feeling your throat tighten around him as you pressed forward.
Peter’s hand tangled in the hair on the top of your head, pulling slightly, fingertips rough against your scalp. His other hand fisted at the bedsheets as his eyes closed in pleasure and the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him. “Yeah,” he sighed, “Just like that, angel. You’re so good at that.”
You pulled your lips off Peter’s cock with a lewd popping noise and looked up at him, as innocently as you could muster given your current position. “Good at what, Pete?”
He snarled, pushing your head back down and shoving himself into your mouth. You smiled around his cock, never minding when he got a little rough, knowing he’d slow it down if you asked. “So good at sucking my cock,” he said gruffly, “Looking so pretty with your lips around me like that.”
You bobbed your head back and forth, swirling your tongue along and around his cock, allowing the tip to hit your throat, setting a pace for yourself that made your jaw ache, spurred on by Peter’s hands in your hair, guiding you.
“That’s so good, angel,” Peter’s voice was lower, his breathing laboured as his hips began to buck into you, your hands grabbing at his thighs hard enough to leave nail marks. “I can’t wait to return the favour. Eat that pretty little pussy.”
You moaned loudly at that, the vibrations in your throat enough to make Peter throw his head back. His hips stuttered but you didn’t relent. You wanted to taste him on your tongue, feel his release slipping down your throat.
You continued, changing your pace from slow to fast and back again, loving each little noise that Peter made in his throat, each twitch of his cock against the inside of your cheek. Saliva was dripping from the corners of your mouth and you were fairly certain your light-headedness was partly from pleasure and partly from not quite being able to breathe properly.
“Gonna let me cum in that gorgeous mouth?” he said, reaching out to hook a hand under your chin so he could look in your eyes, where tears were pooling. You could only nod a short and abrupt nod and Peter tapped his open palm against your cheek once, twice, making you close your eyes in pleasure.
It was only moments until you felt his cock pulse against your tongue, his warm release filling your mouth with a taste so uniquely his. You kept your lips wrapped tight around his length until he had finished and then blinked up at him devilishly as you swallowed. Peter pulled you up to sit in his lap, your core wet against his thigh.
“That was so good, angel,” he whispered into the shell of your ear, “Now, let me take care of you, yeah?”
summary: you were completely aware of the fact that peter parker was never yours. other than the fling you had over the summer after your freshman year of college and the fact that he was your partner in crime and the only person who knew your identity ── the two of you claimed to despise each other. until college starts again and suddenly , you two aren't stuck in your little world in Queens anymore
pairings: tasm!college!peter parker x fem!blackcat!reader
warnings: ( 18+ ) minor angst, cursing, SMUT; slight angry sex, oral ( fem receiving ), dirty talk, slight, hair pulling, slight brat!reader, dom!peter, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it )
You were completely aware of the fact that Peter Parker was never yours.
But sue you for getting pissed about him flirting with the ditzy redhead from your English Lit class after the two of you spent the entire summer going back to how your relationship was like in high school.
From late night patrols to saving New York and to making out on your roof which would only lead to you hooking up in your bedroom.
Still ── the two of you claimed to despise each other. Just like you did since you were kids.
So of course you didn't want to alarm Gwen nor Betty when you saw the way Mary Jane was practically rubbing herself all over Peter in the kitchen next to the drinks. But the second your lips turned into a scowl and you subtly ( or so you thought ) rolled your eyes , Gwen immediately took note of your annoyance.
"Are you okay?" she asked , her head tilted in a mix of worry and curiosity.
You clenched your jaw and gave her a tight-lipped smile, "Just peachy."
It was obvious she didn't buy your attempts to brush her off nor your fake smile but she still chose to stay quiet and watch you down your cup of vodka coke , the burning sensation not even making you flinch as you finally removed your gaze from the flirting duo next to the drinks.
"Well , I heard Brad is going to be here." Gwen started with a small smirk on her face , using the guy you used to hook up with last year to try and get your mood up, "I think I've already seen him actually. He's probably in the garage playing beer-pong with his other air-head friends and their girlfriends."
Your eyes practically lit up and a coy smirk made its way to your lips at her words. Making Peter jealous sounded so much better than standing here and being a sad drunk in the corner of the biggest frat house at MIT , even though you knew it was not what Gwen meant when she mentioned Brad. She wanted you to have a good lay and let loose ( not that she would ever listen to you when you would tell her to do the same ) and it was what you were going to do if you get to the depression realization that Peter doesn't in fact give a flying fuck about who you flirt with.
"Good idea. Thanks , Gwen." you gave her a bright smile and placed the now empty red cup of alcohol down on the nearest table, "I'm gonna go see if I can find him. Love you."
Not bothering to stay and see her reaction ( which you knew was probably an eye roll accompanied by an amused smile ) , you turned on your heel and skipped over to the garage , the only thing you were focusing on being the feeling of Peter's eyes glued to your back ── his attention being turned away from MJ the second he noticed you looking away.
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Peter could not help but let out a scoff of disbelief after he came back into the common room to see you and Brad practically dry-humping each other on the dance floor in the middle of the crowd of drunk and/or high college students.
His lips turned up into a distasteful scowl , a feeling he recognized as jealousy building up inside him at the mere sight of another guy putting his hands on you.
There was nothing he hated more than to be the jealous possessive guy. He knew that wasn't who he was. But when it came to you , he never knew what the hell was going on in his own head.
He would tease or taunt you often but he would never go as far as to try and make you jealous. Still , when Mary Jane was practically throwing herself onto him the second she caught him alone just at the same time as you walked into the party ── he could not resist his wish to see how you would react.
You , on the other hand , were having the time of your life ever since you heard Peter step back into the room , making a point of ghosting your lips right above Brad's neck and pulling your body just a little closer to his as the two of you moved to the sound of the music.
Brad raised an eyebrow and gave you a smug smirk while skimming his hands along you waist , getting dangerously close to your ass, "Do you wanna ── "
Rough fingers being wrapped around your wrist you snap your head around and cut Brad's suggestion short. You raised your eyebrows at a pissed off looking Peter who was clearly trying to keep his cool while you were in public, "You need something , Parker?"
The false sweetness and innocent curiosity made his blood boil further and his eye almost twitched , his jaw clenching tighter and his fingers squeezing your wrist tight but not tight enough to cause pain. Still , he didn't look at you. He kept his death stare locked solemnly on the asshole you have been all over not even ten seconds ago.
"I have to borrow the lady for a moment , Brad." it wasn't a question by any means. It was a statement. So despite the clear annoyance that flashed across Brad's face the second the words left Peter's mouth , he didn't wait to hear a response for him and simply dragged you away from him and off the dance floor.
You stumbled after him down the trashed , dark and surprisingly empty hallway , zero thoughts in your head as you allowed him to drag you into the farthest corner he could find.
All air was knocked out of your lungs as he practically slammed you against the wall of a dark corner that left you out of sight , although you could still hear the drowned out sound of music that you didn't know if you heard because of your heightened senses or because it was just so damn loud.
"I'm done playing this game with you , Princess." Peter stated , his eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare which you could not help but find extremely attractive. His hands were not holding your wrist anymore , they were not gripping your waist to hold you pinned against the wall while he stared down at you like a wolf stared down its prey.
Like you said , he was always almost too attractive for his own good.
Yet you refused to give in.
He started this and you were going to finish it.
You gave him a fake pout while fluttering your eyes up at him, "I thought you like our games. Especially those without any rules. Not to mention the fact that you were the one who started it. I'm just returning the favor , Bug-Boy."
Your fingers were dancing across his chest and towards his belt which you used to tug him closer to you , eying the way he scoffed in disbelief and shook his head with a small smirk on your face, "So you didn't like seeing the way Brad's hands were all over my body or the fact that if I really couldn't find anything better to do ; I would let him fuck me in his room upstairs." his jaw only clenched further and the sound of his heart speeding up only made your smirk turn more smug, "You got jealous."
"I don't get jealous , Princess." Peter practically growled this time , finally meeting your gaze again to reveal his eyes have gone at least ten shades darker at your taunting. The effect you usually had on him.
"Oh." you hummed in fake disappointment, "I guess I should get back to Brad then." you started to move your hand off his pants , only to have him grab your wrists and pin them to the wall at the sides of your head , giving you another dark look filled with nothing but hunger , lust and jealousy.
"Don't" his face got closer to you, "you" his hot breath fanning across your face, "fucking" your noses were brushing against each other, "dare."
You swallowed , letting out a shaky breath and lifting your gaze up from lip lips to meet his eyes once again. You lifted your chin higher and raised an unimpressed eyebrow , trying not to appear intimidated by him, "And what are you going to do to stop me," an involuntary smirk made its way to your face , using the nickname you knew was going to push him off the edge and put right him back under your sharp claws, "Penis Parker?"
"I'm going to fuck you so hard that your screams will be louder than this shitty music." Peter practically growled , slowly slipping his hands under the fabric of your too-tight shirt and allowing his fingers to dance along your skin in the same manner as Brad had been doing it minutes ago. Just that Peter was the only one of them that was making you feel something while doing so, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk anywhere for the next few days. So hard I'm going to be the one carrying your whiny ass home." a small smirk tugged at his lips at the way you shivered at his low voice and brought his face even closer to yours , looking as if he was about to kiss your cheek before he moved to make his lips hover about your ear and he whispered, "So hard that you'll forget his fucking name because you'll be too busy screaming mine to think about any other man who ever laid his hands on you. Is that understood?"
With his assertive and deep voice speaking into your ear , with the way his fingertips pressed against your skin and with the way almost every single inch of his body was touching yours , there was no possible way for you not to give in. Peter Parker has been your weak spot since high school , no matter how hard you tried to ignore that fact.
So you nodded as soon as he moved his head away far enough to face you.
But he didn't seem satisfied and tilted his head to the side while tisking mockingly, "Words , sweetheart." when you stayed quiet and looked down at the floor , trying to regain some dignity, he moved his hand away from your waist to grip your jaw and make you look him in the eye, "I need you to say it. Tell me you're mine , stop acting like a brat and let's stop this fucking game of cat and mouse we have been planning for years."
"I'm yours. I'm yours." you nodded rapidly , tugging him closer by the neck of his jacket and hovering your lips above his own, "Now , fuck me already goddammit."
Chuckling at how little it actually took you to give into him , he nodded and swiftly moved to pull your panties from underneath your skirt, "As long as it keeps your mouth shut."
You narrowed your eyes challengingly, "I thought you wanted to make me scream , Parker?"
"Oh , don't worry , sweetheart." another dark and humorless, "I'll make you scream."
You didn't get a chance to argue because he was dropping down to his knees in front of you , lifting your skirt up amx then sliding his fingers through your painfully wet folds , smirking proudly at the knowledge that he was the one who did it.
"All for me , sweetheart?" he asked even though he already knew the answer to that question, "Have I really made you that wet." in response , you let out a whiny moan that only added to his amusement, "This is the only way I can shut you up, huh?" he snorted under his breath , his voice coming out slightly muffled due to how close it was standing to your pussy.
You didn't give him a verbal response and simply moved your hand to his messy dark hair , tangled your fingers in it and gave it a short but warning tug that made him shake his head with an amused smirk. He easily threw one of your legs over his shoulder and then his fingers were teasing your slit while he placed a few teasing kisses to your inner thighs.
Before you got the chance to whine about the lack of attention he was giving you , his mouth latched onto your clit and one of his fingers made its way inside your pussy. You immediately moaned out at the sensation , not even bothering to cover your moans since by this point , more than sixty percent of the people in this house were fucking. Your fingers made their way into his hair and were pulling at it almost subconsciously while your head was leaned back on the fall and your eyes were closed in bliss.
Because nothing could ever compare to Peter Parker's mouth on you.
By this point , you were grinding on his face while he was eating you out as if you were his last meal and just as you felt the coil inside you about to snap and when your moans became just a little bit more high-pitched , that smug son of a bitch had the audacity to pull away and stand up like he wasn't just eating you out into next week.
"What the hell , Parker ── "
He cut you off by slamming his lips into yours , making you moan in surprise but you still don't hesitate when you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. Your fingers once again find their way into his soft hair and you give it a little pull that makes him bite your bottom lip in a heatless warning.
"Tonight you're going to be coming on my cock and my cock only." he tells you sternly , his words leaving no room for argument and making you twice wetter than you were before.
You pressed a lingering kiss to his lips and then pulled away , your lips centimeters apart, "Then just fuck me already. I don't have all day for you to finally get your dick hard."
Peter let out a humorless laugh and didn't allow you a moment to blink before he was removing his hand from the back of your neck , unbuckling his belt and pulling his already hard cock out.
"Don't worry." he started and wrapped his arms around your thighs to lift you up , holding you up against the fall and rubbing his dick over your walls, "I have been hard since the second I saw you walk in in this fucking skirt."
Without warning , he slowly entered you , not giving you longer than a second to adjust to his size before he started thrusting into you at an almost punishing pace. He buried his face between your neck and shoulder , starting to place chaste kisses there before he started sucking on the sweet spot on your neck.
As usual , you were a complete and total moaning mess under him , not being able to do anything but take what he could give you while holding onto his shoulders for dear life and trying to not be as loud as you actually wanted to be.
"I'm about to ── "
"Shh , I know , pretty girl. Me too." he panted into your ear , his forehead glistening with sweat as he pulled away from your neck to rest your foreheads together before meeting your lips in a messy kiss, "Don't hold back. I want everyone on this campus to know who's fucking you this good. Cum for me , sweetheart."
His low words were enough to have you moaning out in pleasure at the feeling of your orgasm ripping through your body. The feeling of you squeezing on his cock mixed with the sound of your pleasured moans were enough for him to follow with his own release.
When you came down from your high , you opened your eyes to be met by Peter's surprisingly soft stare.
"What?" you asked dumbly , furrowing your eyebrows in an almost defensive manner.
A small smile made its way to his face at the familiarity of the gesture but he shook his head, "Nothing. Let's get you cleaned up."
summary : peter just can’t resist his best friend when he heard her moaning his name in her sleep.
dark themed, somnophilia, cnc concept + pervert!peter
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“P-peter..”
Peter shifted in his sleep hearing someone calling out his name through his senses. Then he realized that it was just you, whimpering his name in your deep sleep.
He watched the way your face would scrunching in frustration as your mouth shaped in perfect ‘o’, he also watched the way your body squirming.
“Please P-peter..”
It was then he realized the situation you were in, you were having that kind of dream. His name keeps leaving your mouth making him started to feel hot and bothered.
He knew he shouldn’t do this, he shouldn’t take advantage of you but he wanted to try. He needed someone, you.
He brought his body closer to you pressing his body closer against your back until there were no gap between you two then he starts to rubbed his boner on your ass.
“Oh fuck..” He tried his best to stifle his groan, he could feel he wet himself in his pants, but he kept going until his erection felt so painful.
And the noises you made weren’t helping him at all, he palmed his hardening cock through his sweatpants. Desperate much, he pulled out his cock, and it slapped to his lower stomach.
Peter pulled down the covers that were covering your body, he groaned lowly as soon as your perfect ass come to his view. There you are sleeping in just your nightgown which was rode up to your waist giving him a perfect view of your ass.
He starts stroking his cock, teasing his tip to get more precum leaking out of it. He stroked his cock while he watched your face, the way you keep moaning his name got him going faster and faster.
“Fuck yes. Moan my name, baby. Such a fucking whore for me that you can’t even get me off of your mind, hm?“ He groaned laying you down on your back carefully to not wake you up.
Peter get in between your legs as you’re now laying on your back. He pushed your panties aside just to see what he was expecting,
“You’re dripping, baby. Are you really that needy for me, hm?” He watches your cunt clenched around nothing as you just came in your sleep.
With one last pumps on his cock, Peter released all of his seed on your sopping cunt, your body jolted out a bit but you remained asleep. He practically was dying as he painted your cunt with his cum.
He hovered over your sleeping body, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock and smeared his cum on your opening to lubricate you more.
“Wake up Y/n.” He moaned into your ear to wake you up, he felt you shifted.
“P-peter? W-what are you doing?”
When Peter saw you’re slowly waking up, he plunged himself deep inside you at the same time making you gasped at the sudden stretch, your back arching higher as his cock fully bottomed in you.
“F-fuck— Oh— Pete!” He acted fast, grabbing both of your hands and tying them up on the headboard with his webs.
“Gods.. You feel so.. fucking good. Squeezing me so tight inside you like the whore you are.” At that moment he swore he never wanted to pull out.
He started to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of you, your walls now more accepting to his size as you try to swallow him deeper inside you. Peter gripped your throat to make you look at him as he gave you slow deep thrusts to make you remember every vein and part of his cock inside you.
“You were moaning my name out loud in your sleep, I couldn’t resist and the next thing I know I have to fuck you like this.” Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as his cock hitting every spot inside you that you don’t even know existed.
“B-but we’re best friends—”
“Oh fuck that. We’ve been knew this pretty cunt of yours always wanting to wrap my cock inside it.” He groaned onto your neck as he felt you pulsing everytime he pushed harder into you letting his tip kissed your cervix.
“Peter— fuck..” Tears run down your face. Your legs around his waist hugging him tighter and your toes curled at the pleasure he provided you.
“Look at you, calling yourself my best friend but here you are.. treating my cock so good inside you. You’ve always wanted this to happen, right?” You nodded at his question, your mind getting fuzzier as he rubbed your clit skillfully in order to chase your high.
“Don’t worry me too, I lost count on how many times I stroked myself to the thought of you.”
“Oh- Peter..” You let out a wanton moan of his name as you finally let the coil snapped over you, coming undone on his cock.
“So cockdrunk for me.. Fuck. I’m gonna cum so much inside you, Y/n.”
With that, Peter collapsed on top of you as he came to a full stop, spilling all of his cum inside you, just like he promised, it was never ending. You feel him painting your walls white non-stopping.
“Peter..” Before you could say more, he interrupted you with his passionate kiss.
warnings: just pure smut, praises, over stimulation, slightly mean!peter, pet names (baby, my girl). MINORS DNI.
word count: 605+
etc: again nwh!peter parker is ahead, but no spoilers. thank you to whatever anon requested this because it murdered me from the inside out! BUT after writing this i reread it and was like ‘wait this sounds like this other smut i wrote’ so if you see similarities between the two it wasn’t on purpose and i apologize lmao. also despite the gif the reader is not coded in any way. i just like the gif ok lmao.
You’re beyond sensitive. So when you feel the head of Peter’s cock rubbing up your folds, you’re so soaked that you can hear your wetness from the slow movement, your entire body shakes with trembles as his tip makes contact with your sensitive clit; swollen and burning from Peter making you cum with his mouth more times than your mind could keep count.
It could of been 4, it could of been 6. Your brain fizzled out with that lust filled haze after the second one. The only thing you could feel, could focus on, was Peter and his tongue devouring your cunt. Making your back arch from the mattress, your hands in his hair pulling, pleads on your lips for him to keep going—or to let up.
The slow drags of his tongue, his lips wrapping around your clit, his fingers fucking your weeping hole: it was all so good. Too good. Too much.
But everything Peter knew you needed, wanted. And he loved feeling you fall apart on his tongue and pleading even as your hips couldn’t help but stutter against him tongue, or your nails dug into his scalp; as your 4th one rocks your body you try to run from his mouth but his grip on your hips keeps you stationed as he makes you cum again and again until you are a beautiful mess. And you tasted so good he couldn’t help himself.
He loved it even more when you were overly sensitive, like right now. He loves the way your nails dig into his arm as you wither underneath him.
“I can’t take anymore,” you whine. Peter’s cock is still rubbing slow against your clit—that’s throbbing and sending a burning pleasure through you that does little to dull the over sensitivity that makes your legs shake.
“Yes you can.” One hand is on your hip, moving from your skin to hold his cock. The other is on your neck, his thumb below your bottom lip as he pulls your face up ever the slightest to meet his lips. “Know you can take it, baby.” His words are hot against your lips when he whispers them between kisses.
And before you can give him another plead or whine you feel him pressing into you slowly, so fucking slowly that it makes your walls burn at the stretch. No matter how wet you are Peter’s cock always stretches you in a way that burns so deliciously and aching that the pain mixes with pleasure.
A deep whine falls onto his lips once he’s fully inside of you. Your walls are just as sensitive as your clit, you can feel yourself gripping him. You feel so full, so hot.
Peter’s hips start to move slowly and you’re mewling and whimpering into his neck. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades, and it’s all so good and your body slowly switches gears. It begging for more, the exhaustion once felt devoured by the pleasure Peter is giving you as he fucks you. As his cock hits all the right spots to start you on that incline towards another orgasm. To more pleasure whether your body can handle it or not.
It needs it now. Can’t get enough.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” Peter groans against your lips, his lips are swollen and wet from your own. And while his cock works in and out of you at the perfect speed, the perfect motion, drag; his mouth works against yours just as perfect. The hiss you let out when you feel the pad of his finger press against your clit burns your throat. And your body is burning and craving more of what you know will leave you numb and fucked out—exhausted. But you know you’ll give it to him. Let your body be taken over and over by his mouth, his fingers, his cock.
You’ll give Peter whatever he wants. As long as his body intertwined with yours with lust and passion and love. As long as his mouth keeps worshipping your body and his praises of “you’re taking me so deep, fuck.” and “God I love how good you feel, how good you are for me.” Crashing down on your body like a hurricane of pleasure that no matter how many times it rocks through you and leaves you exhausted and fucked out; you’ll always want more. You’ll always need more even when everything inside of you is screaming to rest.
AHH I'M SO GLAD YOU WRITE FOR TASM NOW okok what if the reader has to go away for a few days and Peter can't come with cause he needs to stay in New York for Spider-Man business. He keeps bugging you about phone sex and you finally do it? aj;df ja;wifj wef it's been so long since I requested -🥦
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The way that I've had a phone sex fic just sitting in my drafts and then u request this.... I need to bring back emoji anons for this reason.
A/N: This can be interpreted for any Spider-Man! I kinda wrote this in my mental image of Andrew's Peter Parker but there's very little external plot so you can imagine it how you please!
Word count: 2.5k (Part 2 coming soon)
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned.
Warnings: (NSFW! 18+) MINORS DNI, soooo much dirty talk, pet names (Angel, Dove, Baby, Bunny, Pretty girl ect.), Peter is referred to as daddy twice, mutual masterbation. Dom!Peter giving orders. (Casual drinking and slightly tipsy characters??)
Your shoulders slumped and you let a heavy sigh escape you as the hotel room door shut behind you. You truly loved your co-workers, but an entire week with them was a bit too much. At least corporate got you all semi-nice rooms. All you really cared about at the moment was the queen bed on the far end of the room.
You quickly kicked your heels off at the door and your work clothes went on the floor beside it. Left in only panties and a bra, you step to your bag in the chair next to your bed. You dug Peter's shirt out from the bottom and slipped it over you. Not only was it comfy and smelled like heaven, but it was also funny as hell. A little bit after Peter told you his secret you saw a man on the street selling Spider-Man t-shirts. You bought it and gave it to him as a funny little gift.
Finally in some comfy clothes, you flopped on the bed like a starfish. You loved Peter, but he was a total bed hog. Having a queen bed all to yourself was incredibly satisfying. After taking it all in you checked your phone for the time. You were exhausted and it was only seven o'clock. You unlocked the screen to see a message from Peter.
'Hey baby, just checking in. Totally bored tonight. Went swinging for a bit, but it's quiet out. Miss you.'
You smiled at your phone. Peter was the kinda guy who needs to tell you every detail of his day before bed. The text was short, but you could tell by the 'totally bored' that he was looking for some attention. You decided to call him up.
"Hey, baby!" He answered before the second ring.
"Hey, Peter." You smiled.
"Can you video call me? I miss your face."
"Yeah, hang on." You rolled over on your tummy and propped your phone on the nightstand next to the bed. You hung up and called back on a video call.
"There she is!" He smiled at the sight of you upon answering. Peter was sat on the couch in your living room. He sat his phone up on the coffee table in front of him. All he had on was a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low so his boxers peeked out of the top. Totally not up to anything. He was sat back on the couch with his knees apart so you could see everything through the thin fabric. Your table wasn't much taller than your couch so his phone was angled up towards him between his legs while he slightly looked down at it.
You knew exactly what he was doing. He'd asked for it a million times, but you'd never had a good opportunity until now. You played innocent and continued to lay on your belly facing the camera. Your feet were in the air behind you casually swaying.
"Hey, Pete." You smiled. "Full warning, I have a little bit of tequila in my system from the hotel bar and I'm not responsible for anything I say."
He moved his right hand into view of the camera to show you a beer he was sipping on. You cursed his camera quality for not being sharper as he took his final sip from the bottle. His jawline was on perfect display as he turned his head up, his pink lips rubbing together when he pulled it away. "Yeah I'm done with patrol tonight so I figured a beer wouldn't hurt." He set the empty bottle on the table behind his phone.
Sitting back up he observed you on his screen. "Are you wearing that shirt you bought me from that street vendor? You know, I've been looking for that thing."
Now was your time to really start up your innocent act. You sat up on the bed with your legs in the 'w' position."Yeah, I took it with me so I had something to get cozy in." You grabbed the collar of the shirt and pulled it up to your nose, exposing your panties and the lower part of your belly. "Plus, it smells like you."
You could hear Peter take in a sharp breath. "Did you remember to lock the door, Dove? Wanna make sure you're safe. Wish I could be there."
That nickname made you swoon, he knew it did. You were so entranced by his low voice that you almost didn't realize you had in fact forgotten to lock the door.
"Oh shit, yeah hang on let me go do that." You got off the bed slowly, making sure Peter got a good look at your ass when you got up. You locked the door and then came back to the bed. You slowly crawled up, again, giving him a nice view of your ass as you did so.
You heard a little impatient groan coming from the phone.
"You okay Petey?" You smiled cutely as you returned to your seated position with your legs in a 'w'. Something you knew turned him on. He'd always ask you to tuck your legs in like that when you rode him. Made things easier for him when he wanted to take control.
He let out another sigh. "Take off that shirt."
You blushed and looked at your phone innocently as you grabbed the hem. "You want me to take off my shirt?"
"No, bunny. I want you to take off my shirt. Now."
Shudders went down your back from his stern voice. With your hands still grabbing the hem of the shirt, you very slowly snaked it over your torso, revealing you in your bra and panties. Your cheeks were stained a pale red from the slight embarrassment and tequila.
A sly smile crept on his face as you so quickly followed his command. You noticed a bulge forming beneath his sweatpants. His eyes were glued to the phone. "Good girl. Don't be so shy bunny, you look so pretty." He reassured.
The back of your hand came to your face to soothe your burning cheeks.
"Uh-uh." He protested. "Dove, look at me. Let me see your face."
Reluctantly you moved your hand and looked at Peter. You rested your palms one on each thigh.
"There's my girl. Are those the panties you bought for my birthday? Let me get a better look."
You scooted yourself closer to the phone so you took up the entire screen.
"Good girl. Such a pretty body. Why don't you touch it, angel?"
You let out a flustered sigh. He knows how wet you can get when he speaks so sweetly to you. Pet names turned you into a puddle. He wanted you to be a mess on display for him.
You kept your hands on your thighs and lightly massaged them. Your right hand lifted and gently grazed your belly. Every touch of your fingertips on yourself made you ache.
"Like this?" You asked looking into the camera with doe eyes.
You heard a quiet "Fuck" escape Peter's lips under his breath. "Just like that baby."
Your left hand shifted closer to your inner thigh while your right continued further up to cup your right breast over your bra. You lightly massaged and let out a small breathy moan.
Peter's right hand rested on top of his crotch, you could tell he was rubbing himself just a little.
"Fuck sweetheart" he started "Go ahead and take that off."
You freed up both your hands and reached behind your back to pull open the clasp. You let your bra slowly fall down your shoulders and arms before you laid it on the bed next to you. You were left only in soaking panties, your chest bare and exposed to him. You resumed where you were. Left hand massaging inside your thighs, dangerously close to your aching core. Your right hand gently massaged your exposed right breast, taking a moment to gently play with your nipple between your fingers. Your left hand migrated up so you were playing with both tits. Eagerly massaging and playing with your nipples. You let out a high-pitched moan and huffed his name "Peter."
Peter was now palming himself through his pants very obviously. "Keep going, bunny." He cooed.
You continued to massage your breasts, making sure to put on a good show. Pressing them together accentuating your cleavage, giving your nipples a gentle tug as you whined his name again. You were getting needy and started to wiggle your hips to relieve the pressure building up between your legs.
"What's the matter, baby?" He chuckled watching your figure twist, aching for relief.
"W-wanna t- need to..." Your voice trailed off in a combination of shyness and neediness.
"C'mon angel use your words."
"C-can I touch myself?"
A grin spread across his face and his hand dipped below the elastic band in his pants. "Only good girls get that. Are you a good girl?"
The way he spoke to you only made you wetter. You could feel yourself soaking up the blanket below you.
"Yes sir, I've been a very good girl. Haven't touched myself the whole time I've been gone."
Your response was obviously a good one because Peter's hand-picked up pace under his sweatpants. "Such a good girl. Go ahead, Dove."
You immediately slipped your dominant hand under your panties and ran a finger up your slit, coating it in your arousal. You used your slick fingers to rub your aching clit. A begging whimper tumbled from your lips as you finally broke the tension between your aching thighs.
Peter removed his hand from himself and slid his bottoms down to the middle of his thighs. His length bobbed up and rested on his stomach before meeting his right hand again.
"Fuck, Princess. Get those panties off let me see what you're doing."
You quickly obeyed, sliding your panties down your thighs and off your legs you were now sitting with your legs open, propped up on the bed with your non-dominant hand. You returned to your aching core, sliding two fingers up your slit and spreading it with your fingers. Peters whimpers and moans as he tugged on himself only made things more intense.
"Jesus, Angel. That's perfect. Tell me all about it."
Peter loved making you vocal while you were a flustered mess. His favorite was pounding into you in missionary and making you talk. 'What's the matter, baby?' 'You gonna be able to take it?' 'Tell me how good it feels baby.'
You propped yourself up on pillows to free up your other hand. The two fingers that were running up and down your slit were now slowly pushing inside you. You made sure to inch it in, giving Peter a front seat view of just how wet he could make you. After a moment you began to pump your fingers in and out. "F-feels so good. Wish I could feel you, Peter." You tried your best, but you could barely get out a word.
"Look at you." He mummed between moans. "N-not even there and you're soaking wet moaning my name. M'gonna ruin you when you get home tomorrow."
Your thighs clenched together over your hand as you listened to his words. You had barely started this and he had you thinking about tomorrow night.
Peter abruptly stopped stroking himself. "No, no, no baby. that's not how this works. Open your legs and show me that pretty pussy."
You whined at the loss of pressure as you slowly opened up your legs. Just enough so he could get a good look.
"Hm-mh not good enough. Wider Bunny. Let me see everything."
His demands had you dripping and you did as you were told.
"That's perfect, good girl. Fuck, you look so good dripping for me like that when you're all alone. Keep going. I wanna see you use both hands."
You eagerly brought your left hand to your clit, slowly circling as your right resumed pumping into you. Your walls tightened as you continued to pick up speed and fingerfuck yourself for him. Your thighs were slick and all Peter could think about was stuffing his head between them and lapping you up.
"Ugh, Y/N. Talk to me, Angel." He pressed again for you to be vocal. His grip on his cock tightened as he watched you.
"It's so good." You whined breathlessly as you kept your pace. "Wish it was your cock in me, daddy." You moaned.
Peter's dick twitched as he discovered his new favorite nickname you've given him.
Your speed increased until you couldn't take it anymore. Your walls tightened as you curled your fingers inside yourself. It was so intense even your thighs were throbbing. "Peter I- I think I-." You let out an ungodly moan. The person in the room next to yours surely heard.
"You're gonna what, baby?" He teased, about to reach release himself.
"I'm gonna- oh god can I please cum daddy?"
Your words melted him into the couch and started fucking his hand faster.
"Go ahead and come, Angel. I wanna hear my name."
Your legs shook and your toes curled as you were finally allowed to release, you continued working your fingers as your head fell back and a pornographic moan slipped from your lips. You sputtered out a slew of curse words along with the occasional "Peter".
Peter came just after you. You heard him through the phone as his head fell back. "Oh shit, y/n. Oh fuck, Bunny. Baby, you're so beautiful."
You laid back against the pillows catching your breath. When your release finally ended you took a few breaths before slowly removing your fingers from yourself. Your knees were weak and shaky.
"Damn." Peter huffed picking his head up and catching his breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow and took some final glances at you. "Okay baby I gotta uh, I gotta go clean up. Holy fuck though, I wasn't kidding. Don't wear any panties when you come home. It's over as soon as you walk in that door."
Should I do part 2? Like, when y/n is coming home to Peter the next day?
Author’s note: I didn’t expect such a great reaction to the first part of this story. Thank you all who liked & reblogged it! I hope you enjoy this second part as well!
“Pleeeease, please let me try” you whined against your boyfriends chest, your fingers tracing over the web shooters on his write.
“No, you’ll probably knock yourself out by pulling something to you too hard. Your aim sucks.” He chuckled, planting a kiss on top of your head.
“It does not!”
Ding
“Who is that?” Peter asked, his hand softly rubbing your back.
“No one.” You mumble, putting your phone back down on the bed with the screen facing down.
Ding
Ding
Ding
“Okay, what’s happening? That’s like the 7th one this past hour, is everything okay?”
“Okay, fine, promise me you won’t get mad?”
“Why would I get mad, (y/n)?”
“Do you remember the boy from my Microbiology class last semester.” You could feel his body tense.
“The one who wanted to fuck you? That one?”
“He didn’t want to fuck me, pete. Anyway he’s in my chemistry 2 class and-“ he shuffled, pulling away from you and sitting up in his bed, annoyance radiating off of him.
“He just wants help studying. I’m the best in my classes, Pete, he’s just wanting help to-“
“To sleep with you. Wanting help to get you alone to fuck you.”
“To pass! Jesus not everything is about fucking me.” Now it’s your turn to be annoyed. Did he not trust you?
“I saw how he looked at you! He was basically eye fucking you right in front of me!” By now he’s not even in the bed next to you, instead he’s standing up, his hands running through his hair. “It’s like you want him to make me jealous.”
“You don’t trust me?!”
“I trust you, I trust you. But people- I don’t trust everyone else.”
“Jesus Pete, you really think that lowly of me.” You join him in standing, your arms cross over your chest as you return the intense stare.
Silence.
“Never did I say that.” He’s pissed. His teeth clenched together and hand balled into a fist. He’d never hurt you but you could almost read the thoughts he was having about the boy from your classes. And none were very nice.
“It’s like you don’t get it.. like he doesn’t get it..”
“Doesn’t get what Peter? What don’t I get, huh? You think I don’t-“ you’re cut off by his lips colliding with yours in a hungry, lust filled kiss, his hands gripping your waist and bringing you closer to him.
“He doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get that you’re mine. You’re mine to love, mine to kiss, mine to touch, mine to fuck til you can’t walk. Do I have to remind you again?” The kiss and his words lit a fire in you and you knew you were at his mercy, and god, did that turn you on.
His lips kissed over your cheeks, jaw and down to your neck. “So beautiful, so kissable..” his teeth sunk into your skin accompanied by the sensation of his tongue and mouth taking turns sucking and licking that the spot, causing a moan to part your lips.
“Pete-“
“That’s right, baby. You moan my name and only my name.” His hands made his way to the bottom of your sundress, followed by his usual request every time. “You okay with this?” Even in the moment when he was mad and eager to remind you who your body and heart belonged to, he still made sure you were okay with his actions. You only nodded, just needing to feel something between your legs already.
Peter groaned at the sight of you. “No bra or underwear, love? It’s like you were just waiting for me to fuck you. Is that it, beautiful? You just knew I’d be fucking you til you blackout tonight?” He whispered in your ears, his hands gripping onto your hips as his teeth tugged gently on your earlobe. “Such a naughty girl for me, baby. Lay down. Hands above your head. Now.”
You didn’t waste any time, immediately obeying his orders so that you could get some satisfaction. “Good girl. Such a good listener sometimes.” Before you knew it silky, sticky substance hit your wrists, you glanced up. Spiderwebs. “I told you what happened the next time you made me jealous, didn’t I?” His words rang through your ears and your excitement grew.
“Now, let’s see how I can make my pretty girl feel good first, hm?”
“Please” was all you could whine out, already dripping and desperate for his touch. He knew every spot on you and exactly how to work it the right way. “Please touch me.”
“Already begging? Goodness love we haven’t even started.” He tsked, a finger running from your neck down to your collar bone. “So pretty, what a good place to leave a mark to show him to back off.” He leaned his head down; kissing, sucking and licking violently at your collar bones, moving down to the top of your breast and continuing his attack on each one.
His hand trails to your knees, pushing your legs apart and running a finger over the wetness “Jesus baby, already this wet for me?” His mumbles, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it. “Mm, you taste so good. Can’t wait to get down and taste more of you.. but for now-“
Reaching between your legs yet again, a thumb placed on your clit and drawing circles as he slides a finger in you, a needy moan coming from you. “Oh sweet girl, you’re already so ready for my cock hm? I can’t wait.. but you see I need you.. exhausted. I’m going to wear your body out tonight. So, my love, it’ll be awhile before that.”
Every word he said added with the movements of his fingers was driving you crazy. You could barely hold your pleasure and felt yourself starting to come undone when a second finger was shoved inside, drawing a long and loud moan from you.
“PETER! Peter fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna-“
“Gonna what, my love?”
“I’m gon- gon-“ he slowed his pace.
“Use your words sweetheart or I’ll have to stop.”
“NO! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”
Your back arched off the bed as you screamed peters name, your pleasure washing over you.
“Oh such a good, good girl, baby.” His fingers were still pumping inside of you, working you through your orgasm.
“There was one, my love. Such a good girl.”
The silky sticky spiderweb was suddenly stuck to your ankles too, keeping your legs spread and exposing yourself to Peter who had made his way down your body to rest between your legs. “Mm fuck, such a perfect, beautiful sight. How do you feel, love?”
Before you can answer, peter’s mouth attached to you, sending waves of pleasure down your spine again. The switching between sucking and licking, twisting his tongue around and lightly nibbling made you want to squeeze your legs closed, but it was no use.
Before you knew it, another orgasm began to build within you, grinding against an eager Peter’s mouth who welcomed every part of you with his mouth and tongue. And then it hit, sending a scream from you as your head fell back, panting. You expected him to get up, but instead he stayed there.
Lips kissing over your inner thighs, nipping at the skin. “I’m going to cover you in love marks, (y/n), every time you look at them you’ll think of this moment. And every time you think of this moment-“ his fingers ran along your clit again “I want you to do exactly what I’m doing now, I want you to touch yourself. And I want to see while you do it, baby.”
Had he just told you to touch yourself thinking about him when you’re apart from each other and send him videos of it..? So. Fucking. Hot.
“Well, that was two baby, but I think I can get more from you..”
His fingers began their delicious attack on your clit as his mouth joined.
4 orgasms.
5.
All from Peter’s beautiful mouth and fingers. He spent his time, enjoying you like you like he would never get the opportunity to do it again. Peter loved going down on you and never failed to do so, but this time he was so filled with so much hunger and lust that it seemed more passionate than ever.
“Peter!” You yelled, your legs shaking from him. By now you could barely even form any real sentences or even thoughts, his name name was the only thing you could say, your mind clouded by pleasure. “Pete- Peter- Peter!”
6. 6 fucking orgasms.
When he pulled away, his lips training up your stomach and chest, attaching to your neck where he nipped and sucked at again; you thought it was over. A sense of relief but also despair at the fact you didn’t get to feel him inside of you.
“Pete.. you didn’t get to cum..” he furrowed his brows.
“Did you think we were done, beautiful girl? Oh no, no, I’m just letting my sweet love regain herself a little bit. Don’t worry, I’m still going to cum.”
You could feel his clothed erection rubbing against your extremely sensitive clit and it made you arch and whimper. Peter pulled his boxers down, groaning at the release.
“Alright baby.. you’ve cum so many times already for me, haven’t you? Been such a good girl..” he lined himself up, inching in slowly. Little by little til he filled you.
“Peter! Ah fuck!” You were so sensitive by now that the sensation of him filling you made tears cloud your eyes. His hips bucking fast and hard, pounding right into your spot every single thrust.
“Peter- Peter- Peter- I’m gonna”
“Fuck yes, cum baby. Cum.”
His demand sent chills down your spine as you lost control, tears streaming down your face as pleasure took over your body.
Peter’s head fell back, his fingers digging into your hips as his own orgasm took over “Fuck! Fuck (y/n)! God I love you!”
He pulled out slowly, making you whimper at the loss of him inside you and began removing the webs from your skin before falling down next to you.
7 times, he had made you orgasm 7 times. Such a pleasurable exhaustion.
“Peter-“
“Hm?”
“I love you too. You don’t have to worry about anyone else. I only want you.”
He looked down at you, your cheeks wet from tears of your overstimulation, chest and neck covered in love bites. He smirks. “Well, I think I marked my territory anyway. He should get the message.”
♡ summary — peter has y/n touch herself in front of a mirror to have her see just how pretty she is, and of course to see the mess she makes.
♡ includes — sexual content (SMUT below the cut), pwp, praise kink, masturbation in front of a mirror, light choking
♡ a/n — please please please tell me what you think! fill me with praise, please and thank you :’) <33
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She was perched upon his lap, ass pressed hotly against his groin and her thighs were bent at the knees, parted crudely to hook over his own. The arousal that pooled in the crotch of her panties was seeping, the fabric saturated completely and soaking straight through to his jeans.
The whole escapade had her reeling and writhing, squirming desperately against his chest, though her glassy gaze never shied away from the mirror that sat in front of them, floor length and leaning meticulously against the wall — reflecting the both of them so hotly.
“That’s it, pretty girl-” he cooed, reddened, puffy lips grazing at her throat and nipping at the flesh with his teeth before lolling his tongue over the mark he had inflicted. “watch yourself.”
Long fingers teased the elastic of her underwear, the pretty, pink cotton soaked through and see-through, the constant surges of arousal had her clit thumping and throbbing, just begging to be touched and played with.
“So pretty, don’t y’think?”
He had her babbling incoherently, barely even touching her and she gripped tightly at his forearms for some sort of stability.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do-” He spoke, barely above a whisper, tongue teasingly flicking against the shell of her ear. “you’re gonna touch yourself for me-”
Y/n sucked in an inward breath; sharp and shaky — overwhelmed completely by the sticky feeling between her thighs, not to mention the way he felt her up, something she was sure wouldn’t feel anywhere near as good if she did it herself.
“Pete, please- I—”
“Uh uh,” he shook his head, a single brow cocked and she watched him desperately, his lips parted so deliciously she inwardly crooned to push her tongue against his. “let me finish.”
Peter’s calloused hand had wrapped around her throat, with no pressure at first, but he slowly pressed the tips of his fingers a little tighter against the sides of her throat — squeezing just enough to have her pay attention and keep her gaze on his through that mirror — to have her sit still and listen to him like a good girl.
“You’re gonna touch yourself and see how much of a mess you make — give me a little show,” his hips rutted against her at the thought. “-and then after I might just fill you up. How does that sound, baby?”
Poor y/n found it hard to concentrate. She could feel his cock — stiff and prominent through his jeans, pearly beads of pre-cum more than likely staining his briefs and her mouth salivated and drooled pathetically at the thought.
Maybe if she was good, she thought — if she did exactly what he told her and touched herself while gazing at her own reflection, she would get to have him in her mouth.
“Come on, I asked you a question.”
“Yes, Pete- sounds so good.”
He sponged a chaste little kiss upon the roundness of her cheek, once, twice, three times before humming in approval, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrating against her back.
“Good girl,” he patted at her thigh, “such a good girl.”
A shiver rushed down her spine, a whine getting caught in her throat but she managed to hold it back.
She trailed a hand to her mound, cupping it lazily before flicking her eyes to his.
“C-can I?”
“Course you can, pretty girl-” mouth pressing hot kisses to her neck, suckling on a patch of skin, just to watch it bloom and bruise. “good girl for asking.”
So, as she began to slip her shaking fingers beneath the band of her underwear, he took his own fingers to stretch the fabric that covered her to the side — revealing her clenching and dripping pussy, the air cool against the arousal that oozed and spread along her folds.
“There you go,” he cooed, eyes ever-darkening and pupils blown, the sight of her bare and impossibly wet had him clutch his bottom lip between his teeth. “You see that? See how pretty you are?”
Y/n was whimpering, two fingers running through her sopping folds before circling her peaked clit. Her hips bucked and rutted into her own hand, gaze stuck solely on Peter and his swarming eyes — that pretty mouth of his parted and his unoccupied hand trailed along her stomach before stroking and kneading at her clothed tits (the other hand still clutching the crotch of her panties and pulling it to the side — just to give her a little helping hand).
“Look at you, makin’ such a mess of yourself-” her fingers went faster, circling that engorged clit of hers with three fingers, so near to unraveling from his utterly dirty words alone. “see what I get to play with, hm? Such a pretty pussy.”
She was nodding so exuberantly, her middle and ring fingers slipping inside her with little resistance and pumping with a fervent pace. But god, her own fingers weren’t enough— they couldn’t reach that spot so deep inside her like Peter’s could. How she wished they were his fingers and not her own.
“Peter, please- need your help,” she whined, fingers slowing and growing tired, but the heat and throbbing between her thighs never ceased. “make me cum. Please!”
“Come on, baby, be a good girl for me,” he pressed another kiss to her cheek. “told you, didn’t I. If you’re a good girl and do as I say, I’ll fill you up nice and good.”
Y/n pouted at him through the mirror.
“I’ll be a good girl, I swear- just need more.”
Pete chuckled before pressing the pads of his fingers against her clit, almost immediately causing a breathy moan to erupt from her throat. He was circling it with a delectable pace, flicking it slightly with his middle finger before pinching it between his digits.
“Good girl.” He was cooing praises in her ear, egging her on and watching her flex and scissor her fingers inside herself — just chasing that delicious orgasm, growing nearer and nearer. “My pretty girl about to cum, hm? That’s it, make a mess for me.”
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summary : peter is obsessed with you and he had to make you his.
dark theme smut, stalker perv!peter
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Peter was captivated by your beauty, addicted to your innocence and the way you act around the school. But he never got the chance to talk to you, it was just a simple “hi” when he passed by you.
He was quite impressed of how you were unknowing of his presence whenever you go, being a spiderman has its benefit. He could go to your room whenever he wanted to, watching you from the window. All the things he had done it just to watch you.
And now, he stood in front of your door, he knew it was impossible to think this way but he liked to believe you leave the door open ajar for him so he could watch you.
He stiffened when he saw you stripping down your clothes one by one, you were there unknowing of his eyes roaming your bare body. Just the thought of that turning him on, so much.
He watched you leave and entered your bathroom, he took this as a chance. He slide into your room carefully, walking to your bed where you threw your clothes on. His cock twitched when he saw your undergarments laying there.
He took your panties, bringing it to his nose taking a big whiff. He groaned feeling himself getting hard down there, he put your panties in his pocket before leaving your room quietly.
<>
You were pacing around your room, you swear you put your panties on top of your bed before leaving for shower. But now it was nowhere to be seen.
Whining loudly, you walked to your wardrobe picking the new one and put it on. Trying not to think so much about it, because you can always buy a new one.
->
Meanwhile Peter in his own room, was panting heavily, his hand holding your panties that he stole as he stroked his cock, desperate for a release. He kept thinking about how your cunt would feel so good wrapped around his cock and it’s enough to make him moaning your name louder.
“Oh fuck.. yes Y/n just like that..” He bit bis bottom lip, throwing his head back in pleasure as the fabric of your panties keep rubbing his cock getting him closer to his release.
“You want it, don’t you? Want me to cum in you so bad, hm?” His hips jerked as he teased his sensitive tip, leaking more of his precum.
“I’ll give you. I’ll cum a lot in you, and you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are, Y/n.”
He moaned your name loudly as ropes of white liquids spurting out of his tip, he make sure to land it all on now your soaked panties. His cock twitched uncontrollably as he painted your panties with his cum.
Peter stilled, sweats running down his foreheads as he finished. Looking at the art he just made, he smirked, you were one step closer to be his. He reached for the small gift box, putting your drenched panties in it before wrapping it.
He has to make you his.
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You were sleeping peacefully before a loud knock interrupted your beauty sleep. Lazily getting up only to find your friend standing in front of your door, with a little box in her hand.
“Hey Y/n, someone told me to give me this to you, a little present for you they said.” You took the gift, thanking her before closing the door again.
You sat on your bed, opening the gift curiously. Your eyes widened, breath hitching, hands shaky as you found out what was in the box.
It was your panties that you were looking for.. painted with a lot of cum in it. You scrunched your face in disgust, who dared doing this to you?
You hurriedly closed the gift again, but somehow you didn’t want to throw it to the bin. Not yet.
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11 pm.
Probably the worst mistakes you’ve ever made, going to the library at these times. You could feel your hairs on your skin rising up, getting creep out by the dark hallway. You set a fast pace for your walking to your room.
It was so dark, you often looking back to see if there’s somebody following you. You were getting paranoid, but you really felt like someone was indeed following you. Your steps getting faster each time and before you know it you were pulled into a dark room, their hand covering your mouth so you couldn’t scream out.
“Hey Princess.” Your heart thumping loudly, you recognized the voice.. It can’t be him, can it?
“Turn around and don’t make a sound, pretty girl.” You obeyed his order as he uncovered your mouth slowly.
It is him.
Peter Parker.
The guy you’ve been crushing on for these past few months.
Does he knew you got a big massive crush on him?
“P-peter?” Your voice was shaky, the nervousness taking over you.
“Yes, darling. It’s me.”
“W-what are you doing? Do you need something or d- do you need my help? It’s getting l-late.” The words came out just like that, it was the nerves talking, you embarrassingly looking up to him only to meet with his lustful eyes.. and desperation?
“Hmm.. You’re right, princess. I need your help, I need something from you, I need all of you for myself.” You were taken aback by his statement.
“A-and what’s that supposed to m-mean?” It came out as a whisper as he held up your chin with his thumb, leaning closer to you.
“I’ve been watching you. I don’t think you know how bad I needed you since I noticed you for the first time.” He brushed your lips with his thumb, slowly tugging it open.
“B-but Pete I-”
“Shh.. I know. Those innocent glances you threw at me, the silent begging in your eyes for me to fuck you dumb, I know it all, pretty girl. Don’t be so shy now..”
Your legs unknowingly rubbed together, feeling your panties started to feel sticky down there. Soft whimpers escaped your lips making Peter groaned lowly, pressing his body closer to you. You could feel his hard on pressed against your crotch.
“Did you like my gift, sweets?” Your hands tremble as you realized what he was talking about.
“That was you?”
“Yes, thought you would knew. How disappointing, but do you like it.. hm?” He tucked your hair to the back of your ear, you never know he could be this intimidating, you thought he was just some innocent superheroes.
“I- I don’t know what to say..” You were getting wetter down there as you remember that Peter was the one who did it on your stolen panties, creepy but somehow you liked the idea of it.
“Then don’t say anything. I know you would like it more when it’s painted on your face and your body, right? Or better.. inside of you?” Your body shook a little as you pictured every words he said in your mind.
“P-please..” The desperation in your voice making him groaned loudly. The feeling of his hands now roaming around the side of your body is making your body burning.
“Please what Y/n? What do you want me to do?”
“Anything.. Please Peter..” He smirked at your pleading, this is what everyone was talking about your innocence?
“Get on your fucking knees, then.” He pushed you down as he unzipping his jeans, pushing your face closer to his crotch as he let his jeans and briefs fall on the floor.
He forced your mouth open with his thumb, as soon as you opened up he worked his cock into your mouth, smearing his precum on your lips teasing you as you licked the underside of his cock. You feel him pushed into you harshly, hitting the back of your throat making you gagged instantly.
“You look prettier like this, gagging on my cock like a dumb girl.” Tears fall down your cheeks, saliva running down your chin as he fucked your throat non stop. Both of his hands gripped your head to meet his animalistic thrusts.
“Oh fuck.. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming about having you like this, Y/n.” You moaned to answer him, sending vibrations to his cock making him groaning louder.
“Keep being a good girl like this and I’ll give you my cum.” You took him on your own, wanting nothing but to pleasure him with your way. Peter was dying once he noticed that, his cock twitched in your mouth.
He quickly pulled out, jerking his cock in front of your face. Thick ropes of cum shooting out onto your face. It was all over your face, you stick out your tongue to catch some of it which make him moaned in satisfaction.
“Good girl.. My good little whore.” He took his phone out taking a quick picture of your face before wiping his cum off of your face with his thumb, sticking it inside you to feed you all of it.
Peter helped you up and pushed you against the wall, his hand playing with the waistband of your shorts. His lips attached to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.
“Tell me that you wore those shorts and skirts for me, you liked it when I get off to the thought of you, don’t you?” You nod to give him the answer he wanted, but he wasn’t satisfied with it. A little slap delivered to your cheek making you cried out.
“Aww go on cry for me. Answer me when I asked you a question, pretty baby.”
“Y-Yes Peter.. I did it for you.. Love it when all you could think about is me..” He smirked grabbing your face closer to him before connecting your lips together.
You moaned into the aggressive kiss, his tongue slid into your mouth, dominating you and maybe he could still taste himself there. But he doesn’t care, your lips are the new addiction to him. Both of your salivas mixed up making a mess on each other’s chin but he’s still not stopping, his tongue explores the inside of your mouth.
“P-Peter stop..” You pushed him off of you to catch some breath, this man is wild. Peter stares at your flushed face lustfully, wiping the mess on your chin.
Before you could steady your breath he got your arms pinned above you with his hand, his other hand pushing your shorts and panties down revealing your sopping cunt. He groaned as he tested it with his fingers.
“So fucking wet. All for me? Fuck, so tight.” He moans onto your neck as he slipped two digits into you. You tried to wriggle out of his other hand, you wanted to grasped his hair or clawed his back.
“Peter please.. Oh fuck..” Your legs trembling as he stretched you open with his fingers, getting you ready for his cock.
You came embarassingly fast, making Peter chuckles lowly humiliating you more. He took out his fingers bringing it to his mouth to suck all your juices. The sounds of it make your face redden.
“So good, Y/n. Can’t wait to stretch you wider with my cock.” He rubbed up his tip against your throbbing cunt pushing only his tip inside, your cunt clenching around nothing when he pulls out just like that.
“P-please Peter..” You feel him smiling on your neck before wrapping your leg around his waist, pushing into you slowly before slamming all of him.
“Fuckkk..” Both of you moan out loud at the feeling, your cunt pulsating hardly around his cock unsure of how to accept him.
“This is why I needed you so bad Y/n.” Peter pushed more of him until it was bulging in your tummy. He picks up his pace as your walls adjusting to him, you were a moaning mess when he goes harder and harder.
The sounds of your whimpers, moans and sobs in his ear make his cock throbbed badly inside you, your cunt clenching him so tight and warm making him never wanting to pull out.
You grasped at his hair, his cock pleasuring you so right. He stretched you open so deliciously. His tip kept kissing your cervix hitting every spot inside you that you never knew existed.
“Gonna cum! so close! oh Peter-” Your body shook violently as you came hard on his cock, milking him with all you have. He groaned your name louder feeling you squeezing him tighter.
“Fuck fuck fuck. I saved so much cum just for you, and you’re gonna take it all inside you, yeah?” He bit your shoulder, his grip on your hip getting tighter as he’s close to his climax.
“Yes.. yes please Peter.. Give me all of it..”
You moaned softly when you feel his cum shooting up inside you, painting your walls white, your clenching walls only prolonging his release, marking you as his forever.
Peter Parker x F!Reader. [Andrew Garfield!Spiderman.]
There’s something strange about Peter. Something odd, and uncommon. It calls itself ‘Venom’. As much as he tries to fight it - struggling against this new presence - it doesn’t stop some deep rooted desires from rising to the surface.
WARNINGS: Soft!Dub-Con (Due to Venom). Explicit Sexual Content. Vaginal Fingering. Slight Choking. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Sex. Not Beta-Read. Minorly Edited.
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♡ summary — poor y/n can’t help but get a little needy while tending to pete’s wounds, and he soon has her rutting against his thigh.
♡ includes — sexual content (SMUT below the cut), pwp, praise kink, thigh riding, slight dom/sub dynamics, a shitty ending as per usual
♡ a/n — so this is a self-indulgent fic because we’re all simping over pretty boy andrew right now, tobey too, but that’s for another day. <3
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He could smell the growing arousal that pooled between the thickness of her thighs, his senses heightened and tingling with the surge of pheromones that whirled from her pores and travelled directly towards him.
Poor little y/n; tending to his wounds whilst he perched on the chair that she had previously accumulated — growing ever so needy from the slight split in his bottom lip to the bruise that blossomed upon his cheek bone.
The suit that stretched across his shoulders — that clung to the taut skin of his pectorals caused an intoxicating haze to blanket her mind, sending her brain into a frenzy of obscene images that she oh-so-desperately wanted him to act upon.
And y/n almost felt guilty! How could she think such a thing when her boyfriend sat bruised and ever so slightly battered, his mask discarded haphazardly to the floor, messy brunette waves just begging to be tugged and his pretty, puffy lips — so hard not to pry them open with her tongue-
“I can smell you pretty girl-” he smirked, strong, flexing arms wrapped around her waist and she didn’t miss the slight wince that flickered along his features — though it was gone in an instant. “what’s gotten you so needy, hm?”
Y/n’s hands had faltered, the damp cloth in her hand nervously clenched between her palm and her face surged with a sudden warmth that had him let out a boyish giggle.
“I- what’re you talking about, Pete?” She huffed out a nervous smile, gasping once his large hands trailed their way to the roundness of her ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing them between his palms before smiling up at her.
“I bet you’re dripping, baby-” Peter’s hands were roaming the span of her stomach, two fingers teasingly dipping below the band of her pyjama trousers, only to snap the elastic against her searing skin. “Come on, who’s got you all needy?”
Y/n puffed out a breath. He knew the answer, he just craved the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on his lovely girl — revelling in the way he could make her flush within seconds and have her arousal seep through her underwear from just the mere sight of his bruised and ever so slightly blood-ridden figure.
“You, Pete,” she breathed, heart pounding beneath her chest and her lashes fluttered against the soft skin of her cheeks. “M’so needy f’you.”
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Within a matter of minutes, he had her settled upon his thigh, the whole escapade had her clinging onto his back, inebriated by the way the muscles flexed — no different to the thigh that was settled crude and snug against her pulsing cunt.
“Please!” She stuttered, whining into his ear and rolling her hips at a pathetic pace. The smirk hadn’t vanished from his pretty mouth, instead growing increasingly bigger because of her crooning.
“My pretty girl,” he cooed, “you want my help, huh? Doesn’t feel good when you’re doing it all by yourself, does it?”
She shook her head with so much exuberance, completely dumb from his coos and praises, he hadn’t even filled her up — her clit engorged and throbbing hotly against his suit-clad thigh, the muscles soon flexing tight against her bare mound.
She was babbling mindlessly, tongue lolling from her lips and a silver string of spit ran so obscenely along her chin.
“There we go,” Pete’s hands were on her hips, rocking her back and forth, cooing his little praises and sponging kisses to her throat. “atta girl.”
His cock was stiff under his suit, jolting with every rut of her hips and he wrapped a hand around her throat, long digits squeezing so lightly, his calloused palm putting only the slightest pressure to have her gasping and pleading.
“Who’s my good girl, hm?” She was whining louder now, barely able to hear his pretty voice rumbling through his chest, resonating dull and low in her ears. “Come on, answer me, baby. Who’s my good girl?”
“I am!” Y/n’s fingers clawed at his back, chest pressed tightly against his as it heaved and stuttered for breaths. “I’m your good girl, Pete!”
The rutting of her hips was set at a brutal pace, one she couldn’t quite comprehend — the pressure against her clit inebriated her still and she parted her lips for her whiny, pathetic little whimpers.
“Please can I cum?” she cried, “I’ve been so good for you, Pete- just wanna be your good girl!”
Peter had the nerve to smile before mocking the pout that was upon her puffy, kiss-bitten lips, though he himself was needy enough to feel the need to comply with her plea.
“Need to cum so badly-”
“I know, baby, I know,” he cut her off, once again mocking that pathetic little pout that adorned her mouth. “Go on then. Cum for me, pretty girl.”
The pace she kept was erratic, rutting and thrusting her hips against his thigh, just chasing the orgasm that had been building in the pit of her stomach for mere minutes — the coil so impossibly close to snapping.
And with a few short bucks (along with the help of his hands and the flexing of his thigh, of course), y/n came undone, pussy clenching and unclenching, dripping with arousal and pooling so crude against the material of his suit. Her muscles spasmed, groin aching so deliciously and her clitoris thumped from the intensity.
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notes - i am filth. also thank @scomphh for the Inspo! uhm yeah so basically andrew garfield has me in a chokehold and this will definitely be one of the dirtiest things I've written, therefore if you're a minor DNI, at all, seriously
Sure, you could handle basic math, even the occasional calculus assignment, but Chemistry was just entirely out of your element and it showed.
You were hanging off the edge of a C- at the moment and you were really not in the best mindset to retake the course if your grade went any lower. Hence your relief when the class had been assigned a project and you were paired with Peter Parker, the smartest in your grade.
"Hey." You greeted the brunette who nodded his head in response to your greeting, his fingers fidgeting with his backpack straps as you took a seat next to him.
You could see a slight flush to his cheeks and gathered that not many people conversed with him which explained his awkward fidgeting and lack of eye contact.
"So, meet at my place at four for the project? My parents aren't home until late so we can get a head start." You offered after a few minutes of silence.
At your words, Peter's head shot up, eyes meeting yours for the first time.
"U-uh, yeah, that- that sounds good." He nodded his head eagerly, glasses slipping down his nose which he cutely pushed back up.
You smiled and held a hand out which he dumbly slapped in a lame low-five. You held back a snort.
"Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"I kinda need your phone number to text you the address."
You could practically see the embarrassment roll over him in waves as he snatched his hand back as if he was burnt, moving to dig in his jacket pocket as he produced his phone.
He slid the phone to you, fiddling with his glasses this time as you entered your phone number.
You dialed your number from his phone, ending the call and saving him to your contacts just as the bell rang.
Handing him his phone you grabbed your bag and swung it over your shoulder as you waved coyly, "Later Parker."
You stood in front of your bedroom mirror with a nervous frown plastered on your face as you studied yourself.
Truthfully you knew nothing would happen and it was just a study date but you wanted to at least look presentable as you couldn't help but admit, peter parker was indeed attractive and you knew you weren't the only one that felt that way.
Pushing your hair back from your face, you made sure your room was tidy and nothing embarrassing was sticking out just as the doorbell sounded.
Entering the foyer, you opened the door, surprise decorating your face as a bouquet of slightly wilted flowers greeted you, a shy Peter behind them, sans glasses. You internally pouted, you thought the glasses made him even more irresistible.
"Uh, hi. These are for you. They were nice, but uhm, they got smashed in my backpack on the way here. I'm sorry." He blushed, hiding behind the bouquet.
You grinned, taking the flowers from him and giving them a whiff as the scent lingered.
"Thank you, Peter. Here, room is this way. I'll be right there, let me just stick these in something." You told him, pointing to your room. He nodded and headed that way, curious eyes studying the walls as he walked.
You hurriedly grabbed a vase from under your sink, filling it slightly with water and laying the flowers in there as you headed for your room, nerves filling you.
You shut the door behind you softly as you watched Peter sit on your bed, fingers fidgeting with his sleeves as he looked around at all the posters decorating your walls, giving away a bit of your personality.
"You good, Pete? Need anything?" You asked as he snapped from his stupor, brown eyes meeting yours. He shook his head mutely and you smiled, moving to sit beside him as you grabbed your binder with the syllabus for the assignment inside.
"Okay so, any ideas for what we should focus on for our project?" You asked him.
He lit up suddenly, eyes excited as he began to ramble about the subject he loved, his hands expressing his theories and you could only focus on his lips as he spoke, eyes dazed.
You tried your best to dismiss the attraction you felt towards him but it was futile as your eyes only drifted back to his lips, failing to see as he tried to regain your focus.
A hand waving in front of you, caused your mind to snap back to reality as you grinned sheepishly at him.
"Hey, you okay? Am I boring you, I lost you for a minute there." Peter spoke up, voice teasing.
You shook your head, deciding to be up front as you were shitty at lying and he definitely knew something was up.
"Do you know how sexy you are? It's driving me insane because I can't even focus on anything other than your lips and how badly I want them on mine." You admitted, expecting to be embarrassed as he no doubt was only being nice and not at all into you.
You couldn't contain the soft gasp that left your lips as you were pulled close to him, your legs straddling his as he pushed the books from the bed, eyes suddenly intent.
You felt his breath hit your face lightly, smelling of peppermint as he watched you, the both of you waiting for the other to make the move.
"Is this okay?" He questioned, eyes hesitant as his grip on you tightened.
You nodded rapidly, desperation peaking at your center as you felt your panties dampen, your clit being rubbed against his jeans, causing a delicious friction that left you needy.
"I'm going to need you to use your words, pretty girl." He scolded, his index finger and thumb coming up to pinch your lower lip.
"God, yes." You choked out, the words coming out jumbled as your brain short circuited at his touch.
At your approval, he leaned forward, his fingers letting go of your lips as his mouth replaced them, the chaffed skin of his lips causing a new sensation as you gripped his hair between your fingers.
You let out a whimper as his tongue evaded yours, his fingers moving to play with the ends of your sweater.
You pulled back, yanking at his shirt as you removed your hand, your frustration evident as his buttons refused to cooperate.
He chuckled, hair messy from your wandering hands as he gently removed your grip from his clothes, his hand removing the shirt in one fluid motion, the action causing some of the buttons to fly off, though neither of you cared much.
You followed his lead, ripping your shirt off and sending it to a corner of your room.
His hands found the clips of your bra and smoother than you thought, he removed it, sliding the straps down your shoulder as he bit his lip, eyes admiring every part of you.
He cupped your chest, the roughness of his hands causing you to moan as he tugged on your nipples, eyes watching for your reaction.
"You have such pretty tits, baby. Can I have a taste?" You struggled to answer him as his fingers brought you close to the edge, a fact he knew, as he waited patiently for you to answer him, fingers not ceasing their movements.
"I asked you a question, angel."
"Yes." You moaned out, fingers searching for something to hold on in the throws of your pleasure.
"Yes, what? C'mon, you can do it, pretty girl." He tested.
"Yes, you can touch me, wherever you want, please just do something." Any other time you would have been embarrassed, but at this moment you could only plead for him to bring you pleasure, all your inhibitions pushed to the back burner of your mind.
Deciding you had enough teasing, Peter removed his fingers and leaned down, bringing your nipple into his mouth, at the sensation of his warm mouth on your tits, you moaned, head falling back as he lapped at both breasts, dividing the attention between them.
Peter couldn't believe his eyes, there you were, his crush, writhing beneath him as he brought you to the edge. He felt pride swell in him as he was the one responsible for getting you like this.
"Fuck." He mumbled when your eyes rolled back, your body spasming from just his tongue on your tits alone.
You panted as your orgasm coursed through you, your body shuddering as the whispers of your climax faded, leaving you sweaty and yet greedy for more.
You realized you had somehow ended on your back, Peter now atop you and you felt your cheeks warm as you realized you had come so easily just from a touch.
Covering your eyes, you groaned as you heard Peter laugh softly at your sudden shyness.
"No, no, none of that pretty girl. Do you know how hot you looked just now, coming from just my mouth?" He praised, gently removing your hands from your face.
You blew out a breath of air, smiling shyly as he leaned down to connect your lips, a groan emitting deep from him when you nibbled on his lip.
You tilted your head as he trailed kisses down your neck, nipping teasingly at your collarbone. He trailed down the valley of your breasts, licking a nipple before continuing on.
Your breath hitched in your throat when he reached your clit, blowing teasingly on it, the cold air causing you to whimper at the sensitivity.
"Look at this pretty pussy, is all this for me?" His voice was laced with awe as he brought his index finger and dipped it in your wetness, tentatively.
You gasped, legs beginning to shake in anticipation as he explored your folds with his fingertips, so close, yet so far from where you needed him most.
"Peter, please, please, please.." You trailed off, tears forming at the corners of your eyes in frustration.
"I got you, pretty girl. I got you." He affirmed, sitting up he shrugged his pants off along with his briefs, his cock tapping his abdomen softly as it leaked with precum.
The sight brought another desperate moan from you as he tugged at it, his hands spreading the cum around his tip messily.
He brought it to your clit, prodding at your entrance gently as if in a trance, dipping the tip in slowly before realization highlighted his features.
"Wait, I don't have-"
You cut him off by pulling him closer, your nails digging into his biceps as you held on, at the end of your rope.
"I'm on the pill."
He nodded shakily, breath catching as he finally entered you, a high pitched whine leaving him as your wetness enveloped him.
The sound sent a thrill up your spine and you let your head fall back as you succumbed to the pleasure.
"Shit, y-you feel so good, baby. So tight." He trailed off, thrusting experimentally to see how you responded.
When your face twisted in pleasure, he picked up the pace, your hand reaching for his which he obliged, intertwining your fingers wordlessly.
"Look so good, baby. So pretty for me." He mindlessly muttered, abs tensing as he grinded with every thrust.
You could barely form a thought as your mind was ablaze with only him, you felt every ridge of his cock as it brushed your walls, the tip touching the deepest parts of you, nearly in your cervix.
You clenched around him with a gasp when his tip hit your g-spot, your legs spasming at the feeling.
"Right there, baby. You need me right there." He noticed, grabbing your legs and folding them back, he thrusted deeper, his pelvis rubbing your clit, furthering the stimulation.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Peter!" You shouted, his pace quickening with every grind of his hips.
You reached up and pulled him into a messy kiss, a trail of your saliva, connecting him to you, strangely, only furthering your arousal.
Peter pulled back from you suddenly, causing you to frown before he suddenly placed a hand on your throat, squeezing lightly, you let out a pornographic moan, mind ceasing as your vision blurred around the edges.
"Look at me, angel. Wanna see you when you cum." He pleaded.
You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze as he watched you with adoration.
He grinned at your submission and squeezed harder, not enough to hurt you but enough that you felt your climax at the edge, your need for his permission, leaving you to pause.
Seeing the desperation in your gaze, he brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing rapidly, his own expression, pained.
"It's okay, pretty girl. Let go for me, wanna see you cum all over my cock." He coaxed gently. At his words you let go, body tensing as every nerve you had felt on fire.
Your vision went dark as you clenched around Peter, the tighteness of your grip on him causing him to gasp as he shot his seed into you, cum painting your walls, deepening your climax.
He rode out your highs, thrusting slowly as he jerked from the sensitivity on his cock, your mixed release seeping from your cunt.
He pulled out from you softly, pressing a kiss to your sweaty hairline as he mumbled that he would be back.
You closed your eyes for what felt like hours, when mere seconds went by, before a warm touch on your clit caused you to jerk in surprise.
"Shh, it's okay, pretty girl. Just cleaning you up." He voiced and you smiled at the gesture, as he finished cleaning you and himself before putting the towel in your dirty hamper.
You watched as he stood by your bed, clothes in hand, very obviously not wanting to go, but sure that this was just a temporary fix, one you were sure to forget.
Smiling weakly, you held a hand out to him as he grinned adorably, letting his backpack and clothes fall to the floor carelessly.
He climbed in next to you as you cuddled into his side, tired from your excursion, as you felt your heart trip in it's chest for the boy you found yourself catching feelings for.
He easily slid his arms around you, resting his head into the crook of your neck as you both lie contented in silence.
"We are so doing that again."
He laughed tiredly ar your words, his eyes closing as he allowed his breath to mimic yours.
"Anything you want, pretty girl. Anything you want."
summary: taking care of peter's wounds always ends the same way. [andrew gardfield's spiderman x reader]
warnings: mutual masturbation (handjob and fingering), slight cum play? (technically also spit? idk if it counts)
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU
word count: 1.3k
a/n: I'M OBSESSED WITH ANDREW'S PETER PARKER AND WHAT ABOUT IT?? this came to me after i watched that scene in the first tasm movie lol. in this, you and peter are in university (around 22 years old, let’s pretend people in their 20s care about nerds and bullys). also, there's no nwh spoilers in this, so everyone can read it.
“You’re an idiot,” you scold, tenderly cleaning the small cut on his chin from his fight with Flash.
Peter hisses when the alcohol seeps into the wound, almost throwing his head back against the mirror in pain but your grip on his jaw keeps him in place.
“Mmm, actually, I’m pretty smart,” he says, settling his hands on your waist and pulling you between his legs. “Top of the class, even.”
You roll your eyes, dumping the cotton on the sink and opening up a bandaid. “Not street smart enough, apparently,” you quip back, a small smirk on your lips, then drop it back to a frown. You put the bandaid on and cup his face. “Honestly, what were you thinking?”
“That Flash needed to be humbled a little. You know,” he shrugs, “show him not all nerds won’t fight back.” At your blank look, he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks. “C’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he pouts, cocking his head to the side.
“It’s a stupid reason,” you say.
“Mhm,” he hums.
“He broke your camera,” he hums again, shrugging one shoulder disinterestedly. He can fix it himself later. “You know I worry about you,” you continue. Peter hums once more, this time fighting back a smile. What can he say? He likes to know you care about him. “And you’re hurt.”
“Mhm, I am. Will you kiss it better?”
You huff out an irritated breath. Peter laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re unbelievable,” you shake your head.
“You’re my nurse!” he chuckles, tilting your head back so you can look him in the eye. Childishly, he says, “Won’t you please make my booboo better?”
You try to pull away but he holds on to your face, shaking his head. “No, no, come here,” and he leans down to kiss you. Out of sheer stubbornness, you continue to struggle, but soon enough your body melts into his. You sag against him, one of your hands resting on his leg as leverage while the other goes to the back of his head and pulls on his hair.
He groans into your mouth, leaving the kiss in favour of trailing his lips down your neck. You sigh in pleasure, his sloppy pecks and nibbles making your tummy flutter nicely, a warmth seeping into your core that makes you a little fuzzy.
Your hand on his leg moves up slowly, teasingly. You reach his crotch at the same time his hand sneaks underneath your skirt, barely skirting your underwear, but it’s enough for you to whine desperately.
“Will you make it better, baby?” Peter mumbles into your skin, his hot breath making you shiver. You palm him through his jeans, feeling him harden with your simple touch. With shaky hands, you unbuckle his belt, your knees almost buckling when Peter rubs your clit through your panties. He smirks against your neck when the fabric gets wetter.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, running your nails over his stomach. His muscles flex, a low moan coming out of Peter’s mouth.
“Don’t tease,” he groans.
“You’re teasing me, too,” you chuckle, kissing his jaw and nipping it. You unzip his jeans, sneaking your fingers under the band of his boxers and running the soft pads of your fingers along his cock. Peter twitches at your delicate caress; desperate for more.
With an impatient huff, Peter moves your underwear to the side and runs his fingers between your glistening folds, coating them in your arousal, then slowly pushing two of them inside you. Your breath hitches at the slight burn, his fingers stretching you as he thrusts them. You rest your forehead against his, biting your lip to prevent the whine that threatens to leave your mouth from coming out.
Peter raises his hips to help you pull down his underwear, his cock finally springing free of its confines and hitting his stomach. “Shit,” he curses when you grab him. “Gimme your hand.”
You do as he says, looking through hooded eyes as he brings it closer to his mouth and runs his tongue all over it. It’s a lewd sight, your boyfriend covering your hand with his spit while he fingers you, but it’s so hot that you can’t help but moan. Loudly.
He gives you a nod and you grab his cock again, pumping him slowly and thumbing the slit whenever you reach the tip. He moans and throws his head back, the mirror rattling from the impact, but neither of you cares too much.
You gasp when Peter curls his fingers, pushing them to his knuckles and feeling a new wave of slick coating them. You grab the back of his neck with a shuddering moan, tightening your grip around his cock.
“So good, baby, you’re so good,” he moans, tilting down his head and bumping your jaw with his nose. He kisses underneath it, going up to your chin before kissing your lips deeply, drinking in all the pretty sounds you make for him.
Your pussy flutters around his fingers, your body eagerly receiving his praise. “I’m close,” you whimper into his mouth. He can tell, you’re practically squeezing the life out of his fingers, your pussy clinging to them and trying to keep them snug inside you.
Peter pulls your lower lip between his teeth, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit. You’re so wet for him it’s slippery, but the effect he has on you drives him mad. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos hoarsely, his ears ringing with the wet sounds your pussy makes. “But hold it for me, yeah? I want to cum with you.”
You nod shakily, focusing on bringing Peter to the edge. You mimic the pace he fucks you with, biting and kissing along his neck, letting your other hand explore his torso under his t-shirt.
Peter takes hold of the roots of your hair, pulling you away from him. “Look at me,” he groans. Your lips are parted as you gaze at him, scanning your eyes over the purple bruise on his cheek and the cut on his chin, before finding a home in Peter’s chocolate ones. “You can let go, c’mon. Y’can do it, give it to me, baby.”
You come undone together– Peter twitching in your hand and covering it in white spurts with a beautiful whimper, and you falling against Peter, your legs shaking as you moan brokenly. He holds you tightly, the hand on your back coaxing you while he helps you ride your orgasm out.
You hide your face in his chest as you catch your breath, Peter tucking his head in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. He takes in your perfume– the hints of jasmine filling his nostrils and making him relax even more, the previous tension in his shoulders evaporating completely.
With slow and gentle movements, he pulls out his fingers, shushing you when you whine. He taps your wrist and leans completely against the mirror, keeping you from slumping down with a tight grip on your hip.
Already knowing what he wants, you bring your hand up to his mouth, Peter doing the same with his. He pokes his tongue out and licks your fingers, cleaning up the mess he made. He makes sure there’s no residue left behind, looking into your eyes as he runs his tongue over the back of your hand, grinning at the slight blush on your face.
“Your turn,” he says once he’s done, tapping his still wet fingers on your lips. You take them into your mouth and suck on them, running the flat of your tongue under the pads of his index and middle fingers with a content hum, your eyes falling shut as you clean him.
Even when there’s no more cum to clean up, you keep sucking on them, holding on to his wrist like a lifeline. Peter cups the back of your head and kisses your forehead, mumbling a “good girl” and tucking you under his chin.
