Succubus
Staring - Peter Parker X Reader Rating - 18+ (Super Flirty / Pet Names / Make Outs/ Grinding/ BJ Offer) Reading Time - 17 min 19 sec (2250)
Peter sat in his Toxicology lecture, tapping his pencil against his desk. He'd bundled up into his jeans and thick blue hoodie, since it was getting chilly, and his aunt and uncle barely turned the heating on. He was beyond bored with this lecture, but he pretended to be listening at least so he wouldn’t get called out. After a while, his eyes drifted around the room, to the various posters on the walls, the blinds closed on the windows, and he’d even begun counting ceiling tiles. Until he looked and caught Y/n looking him up and down,
She sat at the desk across the small aisle from him. Her pencil shoved in her hair, lollipop in her mouth, wearing a pencil skirt and small cami top with her denim jacket over it, she made no secret of looking at Peter in his jeans. When they met eyes, she winked at him.
It took him completely off guard; he wasn't used to pretty girls even glancing his way, and he didn't know how to react other than staring back at her. It had to be a joke, right? Y/n wasn’t really… looking at… him.
She scoffed a little, sucking harder on her lollipop, bobbing the stick back and forth against her cheek… Suggestively.
His cheeks grew red, he quickly looked away and back down at his desk, trying to prevent the rush of adrenaline and blood for the mere suggestion.
She bit back a laugh, immediately noticing. She grabbed one of her post-it notes and scribbled a note on it, she folded it and snuck it on his desk.
He gulped and quickly unfolded it, glancing around to see if anyone was watching.
'R U Hard Right Now, Peter?' With tick boxes for ‘yes’, ‘kinda’ and ‘very’.
He tried to think straight, but knew it was best to just be honest with her, so he ticked the ‘very’ option and handed the note back over to her.
As she read his answer, she laughed a little, but hid it with a cough. Before she wrote another note and passed it over.
He looked down at the new note, opening it to see what it said, his eyes darting to the lecturer to make sure he wasn't looking their way.
'U got a 3 place 2nite after class? I'll walk home with u <3' With tick boxes for ‘no 3 house’, ‘meet up later?’, and ‘walk home together’.
He quickly scribbled in checked "walk home together," adding a little heart next to it, sliding the note back before his hands got too sweaty.
She took the note back and nodded, blowing him a little kiss
He tried to focus back on the lesson, but his mind kept wandering, imagining walking home with her after class
"Okay, class, now remember, tomorrow we have to be here an hour early so we can do our pre-study before heading to the medical institute. It is an hour trip there and another back, and I'm sure it'll be a long day, so no one keep us behind schedule by being late, please." The lecturer explained before dismissing everyone
The class very eagerly ushered out, happy to get home so they could sleep before the trip tomorrow.
But Peter hung back, of course. He cleared his throat and tried to sound casual as he packed up, "Uh… you sure you wanna walk with me? I might be… y'know. A little slow." His voice cracked slightly, but he coughed to cover it up,
"Humm your cute." She laughed, tossing her stuff in her bag. "Come on, we can stop at the bodega for snacks."
"S-Sure," he replied, "Bodega sounds good.”
"So… What do you have planned for us tonight?" she asked as they walked out into the street,
He almost tripped as he walked, trying to keep his eyes off her legs. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. "Uh, n-nothing major," he said, "Just… hanging out, y'know. Maybe watch a movie, or something." When they reached the bodega, he stopped and held the door open for her,
"humm such a gentleman." She cooed, heading in and grabbing a basket,
"Uh, thanks." He needed to act casual, so he busied himself looking at the snacks. His stomach growled loudly, and he clutched it, hoping she didn't notice.
She grabbed whatever snacks and soda took her fancy, and she asked Peter if he wanted things. When he said no because he knew he had no cash, she just added them to her basket anyway
"Wait, no, I can't let you pay for all this," he stammered, "I just… my wallet’s kinda empty." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Yeah, so I'm paying," she shrugged,
The cashier totalled up the snacks, and Y/n paid with cash, no hesitation. They left the store with their loot and walked down the busy NYC streets. As they walked, he found himself sneaking glances at her.
"Peter?" Y/n cooed,
Peter snapped his gaze back to her, "Y-Yeah? I mean, yes? What’s up?"
"Where am I going?" She giggled,
"Uh, what? Oh!" He shook his head, "My apartment's just down the street," he explained, "Not exactly fancy, but…" He trailed off,
"And … Is it empty?" She asked,
"Yeah… it's empty tonight," he said, as he head ler inside.
Y/n happily followed Peter to his building, heading inside. They climbed into the old grey elevator together, alone. He pressed the button for the apartment's floor, and she happily leaned against the wall, running her eyes over him. The elevator ride, which should have been short, felt like an eternity as he tried to avoid staring at her. He could sense her closeness in the small space, the faint scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, making his head swim. As the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, he cleared his throat, gesturing for her to step out. She followed him as he led her to his aunt and uncle's apartment, unlocking the door and leading her inside. He quickly ushered her to his room so she wouldn't see the other stuff in the apartment.
As he closed the door behind them, his heart hammered in his chest. He had a girl in his room. An actual, pretty girl was in the cramped confines of his childhood bedroom. He tried to act casual, flopping down on the bed and gesturing for her to join him. "You, uh, make yourself comfortable."
"Hummm… This is your room, awww it's so cute." She cooed, tossing their snacks down along with her bag and her jacket,
"Y-Yeah, I guess," he mumbled, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie. "Not exactly five-star accommodations but…"
"Don't be modest, it's nice, your own room, a fire escape window, your own ensuite bathroom. In some areas of New York, you'd be paying five grand a week for this."
"I, uh, guess you've got a point," he said, running a hand through his hair.
Y/n scoffed, "Why do you look so scared of me?"
"Scared? Me? Pfft, n-no, not scared…"
"You've sat next to me for three years. Is it that shocking to you that you caught me looking?"
"I- I didn't think you'd be interested. You're, y'know, really attractive. And I'm…" He gestured at himself. "Me."
She tutted and came over, stroking his cheek, "Humm… Who was it… What mean selfish girl ever made you think like that?"
He froze, a shiver running down his spine. He couldn't help leaning into her touch, feeling the warmth of her palm against his face. "It… it doesn't matter," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.
"Peter. Names…" She ordered,
"M-mary… from Bio 101," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "And then Gwen in sophomore year… and that one time I asked Felicia out at lunch once and she told me I looked like a starving raccoon."
"My poor Peter…"
"You don't gotta pity me," he mumbled, "…but thanks."
"Is that all of them?"
"Y-Yeah, that's it, just a couple of girls who didn't wanna give the local nerd a chance." He forced a laugh that sounded fake, even to him.
"Hummm… Leave it to me. Well see how pretty they think they are after I'm done with them."
Peter's eyes widened, looking at her incredulously. He gently grabbed hold of her forearms, trying to stop her. The idea of her going after his exes and doing who-knows-what was both terrifying and weirdly hot "Don't… you don't have to do that. Seriously. It's fine."
"I am not going to just let some girl hurt my Peter."
"Well, I mean…" he stuttered, “I don’t need you to do that, really.”
"Okay, sweet thing. But you don’t have to worry about them, ever again." She cooed, "Now… What's something you have always dreamed of doing with a girl, something you could never have even asked anyone else?"
He swallowed hard, "I, uh…" he mumbled, voice getting quieter, "there… might be a few things…"
She laughed, stroking his cheek with one hand and his hair with the other. "Tell me, the wildness one we can do without leaving your room."
"I… I can't," he mumbled, shaking his head.
"Awwww come on, I won't laugh"
"Okay… okay," he whispered, "I've always thought it'd be… kinda hot if a girl just… grabbed me by the collar and kissed me outta nowhere." He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth in horror. "God, that sounds so stupid- "
"Am I a hot enough girl?" she asked.
Peter's brain short-circuited. "Y-You're the hottest girl I've ever seen," he blurted out, voice cracking embarrassingly. "I mean- objectively! Scientifically! Like, statistically!"
Y/n laughed. "You are adorable." Without warning, Y/n sat herself on Peter's thighs, her hands on his collar as she grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie and kissed him hard.
He froze for a brief moment before his brain could catch up. He made a small, involuntary sound against her lips before he snapped into action. His hands went to her thighs, steadying her as he kissed her back with a fervour,
She softly moaned into the kiss when he began to reciprocate. She released his collar, keeping her hands around his neck, she pressed her chest to his, moved his hands to her waist and slid her tongue over his bottom lip.
He gripped her waist, his fingers squeezing her hip as he parted his lips, letting her in without hesitation. A sharp rush of desire ignited in his core, and he pulled her closer, his hips bucking against hers without meaning to. His tongue slid over hers, tangling in a messy, desperate kiss. She tasted so sweet, so good. It was better than any fantasy he'd ever had.
She moaned again, turning their kiss into a make-out, her strawberry lip gloss able to be tasted on her lips. She tilted her head a little for better access, their tongues fully raging war. She smirked and happily rolled her hips down against his skinny jeans.
He let out a soft groan against her mouth, his hands beginning to tremble as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist, his hips bucking again.
Y/n happily let Peter make out with her for a full ten minutes, rolling her hips and letting him touch and squeeze at anything he wanted,
But he finally had to pull back slightly, gasping for air and flushed beyond belief. "Y-Y/n… I swear I'm not usually this desperate," he panted out between ragged breaths,
She chuckled, kissing down his neck. "Yeah? How desperate are you?"
"D-Desperate enough that I might have to ask you to stop," he admitted shakily, "Because if this keeps going… I don’t know how long I can last without doing something stupid."
She raised a brow and smirked. "Awww my poor Peter… What's wrong? What will you do? You aren't seriously going to tell me if we keep making out, I'll make you cum on your pants?" She growled
Peter's face burned so hard he was worried he'd pass out.
"ohh! You will won't you?" She smirked
His eyes shut tight in mortification. He couldn't even deny it; her words had hit a cord deep inside him, his mind spiralling with all kinds of dirty thoughts. But he nodded.
She smirked and kissed his plump lips before whispering against him. "Has a girl ever sucked your dick?"
His eyes flew open, and he swallowed hard, looking at her through heavy eyelids. "…n-no," he mumbled, cheeks flushed.
"Do you want me too?"
"Y—yes." He managed to choke out, his voice hoarse with need. "Yes, please…"
"humm say it, say what you want,"
"Please," he breathed out shakily, "please suck my dick… I want you to- god- I need your mouth on me."
"humm good boy." She cooed, kissing his lips before she moved off his lap. "May a lady have a pillow to kneel on?"
He nodded numbly, quickly grabbing a pillow off the bed. "Y-Yes ma'am," he stuttered, handing it over to her on shaky hands. "Anything you want."
She smirked, placing the pillow on the floor and kneeling on it. "Ma'am? Humm, what am I, your teacher?" She teased him. "What do you want to call me…" She asked, pushing his knees apart, then pushing up his shirt to kiss his stomach. "Baby… Honey… Darling… Sweetheart… Kitten… Love… Succubus?" She teased, kissing down to his belt.
"Succubus… my little succubus," he breathed out, his heart fluttering furiously. The thought of such a beautiful, sexy girl on her knees just for him… it was almost too much to handle.
"hummm really, Peter?" She smirked, undoing his belt.
"Y-Yes," he stammered out between ragged breaths, "you're- fuck- I mean you're my little succubus… because you're killing me."
“Succubus it is.” She smirked,
