Warnings- MDNI | Smut 18+ Andrew!Peter Parker x Fem!Black Reader, College!Peter Parker, At a club with friends, fucking in places you shouldn’t be, oral giving and receiving.P in V, Your and Peter’s perspective.
Summary; You decided to go to a club, for once. You needed to get out of the dorms anyway, and apparently so did your slightly overbearing crush, Peter.
“Said I know she loves, the attention, that she get when she moves. Showin’ out with her home girls, and she got me watchin’ too. And She Knows.”
Notes;
I was listening to She Knows by Ne-Yo. This popped up, and fuck yes I love it.
It was a terrible day, and all you know is that your friend group is going to a club and wants to invite you.
You sigh as you stare at your phone, watching the group chat overflow with messages about this new club, everyone wants to go, but you.
Tanya: “Girl, you have to come. It’ll be fun. You need to get out of that damn dorm regardless.”
You roll your eyes as your fingers type in haste to reply. “I’ll think about it.” As soon as you press send, a knock comes upon your dorm door. You throw the phone onto the bed and grudgingly get up to go answer it.
As upon opening it, it’s Tanya, face filled with annoyance. “Girl, what the fuck. It’s just one night, all you do is bed rot anyway.” You scoff. “I will shut this door on your face right now.” Tanya sighs as she invites herself in, you shut the door behind her. Tanya is carrying some shopping bags, she’s a shopaholic, are you shocked? Not entirely. You tilt your head in confusion as she sets the bags down. “What’s in the bag’s Tanya?” Tanya grins wide, her grinning like that never means well for you. She rummages around in the bags to pull out this beautiful dress. It’s a low cut red dress, rhinestones on the sides and the outline of the bust, short enough for easy access, long enough to twerk in. Good enough standards for you, you’re a serious whore.
“I was thinking, girl. That this might convince you, and think about it. Hot boy Parker might be there.” Tanya says teasingly, you smile at the thought of him, Peter, he’s been your crush for a long time since highschool even. You quickly wipe the smile off of your face to snap at her. “Girl, I am not about to look like a hoochie mama in that dress. That’s embarrassing!” You exclaim, trying to be annoyed with Tanya’s offer. “Come on, pleaseee.” She pleads. “Just this once bitch. And you never know, he might even look at you for just a second.” Tanya laughs as your eyes widen in realization, what would happen if you finally could talk to him again. You click your tongue. “FINE, give me the fucking dress.” Tanya cheers as she throws the dress at you and grabs hers out of the bag.
Next thing you know, you’re in your car driving to the infamous club of the weekend. Hair done, nails did, you know the rest. Blasting Bryson Tiller as you drive down the road, Tanya as loud as she is, is singing the wrong lyrics.
Finally pulling into the lot and getting out of the car. Walking in, it’s really dark with a disco ball and such, it gives more of a miami vice vibe than anything. Tanya guides you to your other friends and everyone says hello to each other, give each other compliments and then start dancing.
Dancing, drinking and just having a good time, it’s what you need. Turning to go sit at the bar to get another drink. The bartender asks what you prefer and you tell him, as long it’s on the rocks. As he’s making the drink, you begin to scroll on your phone. Waiting for said drink to be made.
Peter walks in with fluffed, ruffled hair and a form-fitting top. The mild restriction of the top allowed for the shapely outline of his muscular torso through the sheer top. Peter was annoyed, he told his friends that he would meet them on the dance floor shortly, he just needed something to drink. Sitting down at the bar, Peter realizes he’s sitting next to you. You. Someone he’s been eying for way too long, and damn do you look good. Red is your color, your braids accessorized with little red gems.
“Hey. You’re y/n, right?” Peter asks calmly, moving his hair to the side so you could see his face better. “It’s me, Peter. How have you been?”
You freeze, it’s him. Peter Parker. ‘Hot boy Parker’. “Oh, hi. Nice seeing you here.” Shakiness tints your tone, you sip your drink to mask that. “I’ve been fine, you?” You lick your lips getting the rest of the alcohol off of them. Peter takes account of that, he’s been staring at your lips since you’ve started talking.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Glad you’re doing fine. Drink good?” Peter smiles. He’s trying to be considerate and not a complete pervert. The low cut on your dress is distracting, stunning even, especially in his eyes. “My drink is delicious, thank you. You look damn good yourself.”
You say, wiping the rest of the alcohol off of your lips. Peter’s face just lights up, he was made out to be an asshole in his friend group but he’s really sweet, and such a pervert.
As soon as he was about to say something, his friends yelled at him to get on the floor. Peter sighs in irritation. “They never leave me alone.” He scoffs. “See you on the floor soon?” He asks, hoping you’ll say yes. “Of course, have fun, Parker.” You laugh hysterically. He laughs too while walking off into the crowd.
As he walks off, you admire him, his back is clear to see through the wonderful form fitting top he wears so well. He has such a beautiful muscular-frame, beautiful fair skin, he’s satisfying to look at. Your mouth starts to water, like a dog to food scraps from the table.
Finally deciding to leave the bar and join your friends, heels clicking against the title floor leading onto the led lit flooring of the dance floor. Walking into your group of friends, swaying your hips to the beat of the music, just small little movements. What you don't know is Peter is staring at you across the floor. The way your hips sway, your thighs have the slightest bit of movement to them when you move. Peter licks his lips in temptation, his friends teasing him but he doesn’t care, you’ve truly caught his attention.
The DJ of the club puts on one of your favorite songs She Knows by Ne-Yo, you practically jump up in excitement, Tanya urges you to finally dance like you mean it. Peter moves towards you, just close enough so that you don’t notice him there. You sway your hips to the beat, feeling yourself as you dance, throwing your braids to your right shoulder. Peter exhales softly, your skin is beautiful to him, you don’t know it much so this is a great night for him. He finally walks up to you as swiftly as possible. “Hey. You having fun?” You gasp and turn around, looking up at Peter, smiling softly. “You fucking scared me, you know that?” Peter’s face hinting a smirk, “Yeah, I can see that. Sorry, won’t do it again.” You scoff as you turn around to continue dancing. Peter takes it as some invite to dance with you, he obliges and you don’t mind it one bit.
After a while it slips your mind your crush is practically grinding against you as you’re both dancing your lives away. Peter’s hands are guiding your hips to the beat, occasionally they slide down a bit further to your thighs, pushing you against him, your back flush to his chest. His head finds its way into the crook of your neck, you tilt your head enough to give him the space to do so. His tongue twirls around a spot on your neck before sucking on it mercilessly. A moan rumbles from your throat in response. Your mouth partly opens enough just to say a few words, the alcohol in your system is making this feel a bit more heated than usual.
Peter places kisses up your neck until he reaches your ear, he bites the lobe softly. “Mm, would you like to take this somewhere else sweetheart?” He nuzzles his head into your neck more, still holding a tight grip on your thighs, awaiting your answer. “Sure, whatever you want, Pete.” You can feel Peter grin against your neck. His hands release your thighs and he picks you up, holding you in bridal style.
Without even saying goodbye to any of your friends, you and Peter disappear down one of the club hallways, Peter making strong strides to get you somewhere private. Peter finally opens a door to a storage closet and shuts the door, locking it.
Peter turns to where your back is against the door, he dives in for a kiss, his lips pressing against yours roughly, you press just as roughly, teeth clashing together but that’s not important right now, is it?
“Oh, sweet thing, you’re gorgeous.” Peter places a hand on your ass and picks you up, he clears off the desk with one hand and then places you on the edge of it.
“Such a short dress, aren’t you just a whore. Mm?” Gasping softly at his words, your body is heating up more than it should, you close your thighs to hide your arousal, yet that only makes it worse. “You can’t hide from me, I can smell you, and oh you smell delicious.” His smirk is teasing and cocky, eyes dark with lust, his pupils taking over most of his irises.
“Peter.. This.. we’ve barely talked yet-” Peter places his finger against your lips, shushing you.
“I know, so, let me ask you something..Do you like me?” Turning your head away from him in embarrassment, how could he let that happen? Peter places his hand under your chin and squeezes gently, turning your head back to him, looking straight in his dark eyes.
”Come on, babydoll, answer me, please?” Peter sounds like he’s pleading. More than sure he needs this as much as you do.
“I do, I love you, more than anything.” You pause for a minute, starting into his eyes, his messy curls fall gently against his face. His eyes were dark, but they displayed care if you looked close enough. You don’t know if this is too fast or.. Fuck it. “And, I also need you right now.. More than anything.” Peter smiles, teeth barely showing, it’s such a soft smile that brightens his whole face. You could practically die if you look at him for too long.
“That’s all you had to say, princess.” Peter drags his hands down your thighs, he lowers himself down, his chest at the same height as your knees. Your legs are shaking, as he slowly pulls them apart from each other, gaining sight of your soaked panties, he honestly can’t look away. His chest heaving, god, you want that shirt off of him now. Peter slides your dress up a little bit more, his fingertips dance across your panty line before drifting slowly into the waistband of them. Sliding them off down your thighs, lifting up your legs to make it easier for him. He tosses your panties behind him, he gazes at your soaked core, licking his lips in anticipation, his hands sliding back up your legs until he reaches the backs of your knees and pulls you closer toward him, practically having your ass on the edge of the desk. Peter presses closer to your aching core, throwing your legs over his shoulder, hands pressed against your bare ass you throw your head back as you whine when he finally dives into you without a warning. He licks from your slit to your clit in a slick motion. Your hands search for somewhere to grab as they finally decide Peter’s hair is perfect as they glide into his perfect brown locks to find something to grip onto, as they find a good place, your grip tightens, pulling him closer into you. He groans into your cunt, getting more sounds from you. He’ll do this all night if you let him. Peter pulls away to get a good look at you.
“Fuck babydoll, you taste so good. Look at you, you’re making such a mess. It’s all f’me right?” Peter’s hands dig into your thighs, using enough pressure to cause some bruising. Causing you to squirm, you’re practically leaking out of your cunt, coating the inside of your thighs. You’re so wet, no matter how embarrassing this is, it doesn’t even matter. You have your biggest crush between your thighs eating your cunt out like his life depends on it.
“All f’you Pete, I promise..” Your legs are shaking over his shoulders, you need him to keep going, you pull your legs attempting to inch him forward just a bit closer towards you. He’s much stronger than you, forget about that. He’ll only move when he wants, and right now, he’s admiring you, admiring how much of a mess you are just from this.
“You’re such a good girl, princess.” His voice is so low, gravelly low, it can practically kill you, it’s running right between your thighs.
You whimper at the pet name, needing him to dive back into you, you’re leaking, and it’d be good for him to clean it all up.
Peter is just admiring his baby, you’re all his now, and he wants you to be sure of that. He dives back into your cunt, tasting you on his tongue and pressing it into you. He surrounds himself with you, his nose bumps your clit at every lap of his tongue. You’re squeezing him with your thighs, bucking into his face at every lick. Peter’s hand releases from your hip, he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking at it gently, and then inserts two fingers into your cunt, curling them at the spot in you that you adore. Moaning and twisting, one of Peter's hands has an insanely good grip onto your hip, surely to cause a bruise later on. Peter looks at you from between your thighs, you meet eyes with him and your legs wrap around his head tightly.
Your eyes roll back into your head as he thrusts his fingers into you, sucking and licking around your clit like his favorite flavor of a popsicle. Peter knows your close, the way your walls squeeze his fingers, moaning turning into strains. He moans into your cunt, the vibrations from his voice makes the knot in your stomach snap, legs squeezing around Peter’s head almost suffocating him completely, he would love the honor to die in between your thighs.
Peter removes his fingers from your soaking core to lap up all of your juices, his hands wrap themselves around your thighs, thumbing the skin there softly as his attempt to soothe you. You moan softly as he pulls away from you, looking up to meet your eyes, his gaze is loving. “You’re such a pretty baby. Look at you.” Peter cooed. You look a mess, braids all in different directions, makeup sweat right off, and he still thinks you’re pretty. You might die. Peter looked a mess himself, hair completely ruffled, his chin covered in your orgasm, you wish you could take a picture and save it for later.
Attempting to speak through pants, “Pete, I- Please. I need more, I need you, inside, please.” You moan out. Peter grins widely, he’s rock hard in his dress pants, a slightly darker spot from his precum leaking. “Aren’t you just eager?” His voice low, you thought it couldn’t get any lower. This is torture. Hopefully, Peter is as eager as you, so he at least won’t withhold pleasure from you any longer. Trust me, he was just as or maybe even more eager than you were. Peter stands up to take off his shirt to lay behind you to make sure you can lay down if needed on something soft. As he undoes his pants and slides them off as well as his boxers, his cock springs up from its confinement, veins pulsing, tip red and leaking. He groans at the feeling before pulling you closer to him, you almost fall off the desk. Peter strokes his length a bit before lining it up with your core. He slowly eased it in, dragging long moans from your throat and his. “Fuck yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you..” You cried, it feels so good, he stretches you out so perfectly, just like you dreamed of.
At this point, you two are so close, his forehead is touching yours. He pecks your lips quickly. “Feels good, hm? I will ruin every man for you, gladly.” He breathed. He’s getting cocky, you know that and you fucking love it. You nod quickly. Peter’s hands gripping your hips like it’s the only thing keeping him stable. He pulls out of you slowly before slamming his full length back into you with a loud slap. You scream following behind with you falling backwards onto the desk, a bunch of wonton moans leave your lips, tears building at the corners of your eyes.
“Atta girl, take it like you mean it, yeah?” His thrusts were relentless, throwing your legs up and over his shoulders, every plunge of his huge cock made your cunt leak, you were soaked, leaking and his cock was like the plug. Peter took you in ways you couldn’t imagine, every thrust sent vibrations throughout your body, your legs shook over his shoulders, it was heavenly, complete bliss. All of your senses were focused on him, he handled them all so easily. White hot pleasure boiled in your stomach, you don’t know how much you could take, eyesight blurry, just moaning his name repeatedly like a broken record. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath between each thrust. He’s relentless with his pace, not ever breaking his stride. Peter wants, no, needs to ruin you.
He filled you, stretched you, wanting to build you up to the height of pleasure. “Fuck, Peter. Oh fuck. You feel so good. Fuck.” curses leaving your lips like it’s all you can say. Peter’s thrusting so hard, moaning at the wet sounds you two are making. He’s huge, your mind couldn’t imagine this, not any wet dream you had could compare to this. The feeling of his huge cock pushing against your walls as you squeeze around him. That pleasure grew, it was bubbling and boiling, you were so close, and Peter knows. The way your walls clench around his cock as they don’t want him to leave, the way your legs are shaking over his shoulders. His hands tighten around your hips, leaving bruises as he uses them to slam him into you at a quicker pace than before.
“‘M so close…Pete..please. I need you, fuck me like you mean it.. You want me.. You have me.” You sobbed. Peter towered over you, looking at you with lust. “I know, baby. You’re all mine.” He breathed out. Pushing long, rough strokes into her cunt. His groans filled your ears as you rolled your eyes back, struggling to hold on anymore.
“I have- I need-” Stuttering between moans, it’s overstimulating, he fills you too well.
“Oh? My pretty baby needs to cum, hm?” He’s teasing you, making fun of you, how dare he. His tone is daring, needy, and just plain cocky. Peter’s pace becomes quick, pulling out of you and snapping fast enough back into you, you’re going to cum, fuck you have to. “Come on baby. Cum for me.” urging you on, you obliged as quickly as the thought of refusing left your mind. That knot in your stomach broke, making your toes curl, practically screaming his name, not knowing if the storage room door could conceal it. Peter thought it was the cutest thing, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm so he could hit his release. Thrusts getting sloppy, still maintaining the same pace. You couldn’t stop moaning, fighting the aftershocks of your orgasm, but still spasming against his cock.
“That’ss my girl, take it nice and good. You’re s’tight. Y’know that, babydoll?” His words are a tease on their own. His head was thrown back, groaning at the feeling. You can’t respond, all that’s coming from your mouth is whimpers and broken noises. Your walls squeezing around his cock are drawing moans from his throat, he continued to rock into you.
“You want me to cum inside you, fill you up nice and good? Take you home with me just to do it all over again?” he panted out. Peter’s close, so close. So are you.. Again.
“Fuck- Peter- please- m’gonna cum- please.” you managed to breathe out, it’s so hot in the tiny storage room. Cumming again so soon? It’s embarrassing, but you’re so sensitive from the first time. It’s inevitable.
“Yeah? Cum for me, princess. Fuck- cum for me. Now.” You don’t hesitate, eyes rolling back as you came, screaming his name loudly. Hearing you while feeling you squeeze around his cock made him come undone inside of you, groaning as he tosses his head back.
“You’re such a good girl, babydoll. Such a good girl..” Peter trails off. He slowly pulls out of you, his seed dripping out of your sweet cunt. He smiles at the sight.
Panting, you smile lightly looking at him. He’s a mess, you’re both sweaty and covered in each other's juices. Great way to end the night.
Peter takes your legs off of his shoulders, he feels your legs still shaking from your previous orgasm and he smirks. Then he grabs his pants and pulls out his phone to snap a quick picture of you.
“Fuck you, Parker.” You snap at him playfully. He laughs and leans close enough to peck you on the lips.
“I love you, damn it.. fuck. Hot Boy Parker really lived up to his name, huh?” You giggle.
He scoffs. “Yeah, I love you too, gorgeous.” You roll your eyes sarcastically. “So, gonna clean me up, or what?” Raising an eyebrow.
“Of course, princess. Let’s see what we can find here.” Peter searches around for a decently clean rag or something of the sorts. He finally finds a clean rag and wipes the sweat and left over juices off of your stomach and thighs.
Next thing you both know, there’s a knock on the door. You two look at each other with slight fear, Peter doesn’t remember if he locked the door or not.
To his luck, and yours, he did. Tanya and one of Peter’s friends are at the door.
“Girl, are you in there?” Tanya sounds annoyed. Peter’s friend adds on. “Everyone is going home, you two have been in there all fuckin’ night.”
Peter scoffs. “Yeah, give us a minute.” You giggle. Peter helps you off the desk and grabs your panties, reaching to go grab them, he pulls away from you. “I’m keeping these, you’re coming back with me princess.” He whispers. You shiver a little and smile.
“They literally have been fucking. Hurry up, you two!” Tanya yells.
Peter kisses you passionately on the lips before pulling away and smiling at you. You smile back lovingly.
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