Dead Girl Walking
Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Freaky Friday 1
Warning: smut oop
Author’s note: uh smut...it’s honestly not that dirty like I read more filthier stiff *YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE* but yeah I’m babey 😂😂 but enjoy?? Idk
Chewing on your bottom lip, you slid down the back of your room door thinking about the night you had.
“I bring your sorry ass to this college party and you thank me with vomit?!” “Lick it up, baby. Lick. It. Up.” You told Heather before you walked out of the frat house slamming the door closed behind you.
You bit your lip, a smile making its way through your lips at that response. You knew you were dead meat when Monday morning comes. No way Heather was gonna make anyone walk all over, especially not a new girl who she decided to be a “saint” and take under her wing.
Looking at your phone you see that it’s already almost two a.m. Thirty more hours till the first period on Monday.
“Well, I can always run away.” You say out loud. If Heather wanted to end you right away she could post something and ruin your whole life so you’re not sure what she’s waiting for.
Taking another look at your phone you notice you had gotten a text from a certain brown-eyed boy.
“Hey, how was the party?” Sent 10 minutes ago.
Licking your lips, you can’t help but a giddy smile makes its way across your lips. You had ran into Peter early in the day when you were grabbing some after school snacks from a little corner deli. You would admit, you had taken a liking in the boy since you first met him. You had a feeling there was much more to him than he lets on...and you just don’t mean school-related.
“Shitty” you sent back before getting off from the floor making your way to bed to get some sleep and worry about your doom later.
Before you can even place down your phone, it dings indicating you received another text.
“Sorry about that. Anything I can do to help take your mind off it?”
Rereading the message again, an idea pops up in your head. Sending back a quick text you grab your car keys heading back out.
“Actually, yeah. I’ll be there in ten”
Peter watches his phone in confusion at what that means. He has just gotten done taking a shower after his nightly rounds and he was about ready to crash.
Water still runs down the back of his neck, making its way down his bareback from his still-damp hair. Rolling his shoulders back a bit to ease a hit he took earlier, he looks for a shirt when his head snaps up and turns to the direction of his room window.
Short after he hears a faint “fuck” before ahead of (h/c) hair pops up and he sees your face. His body relaxes a bit when you tap on his window to let him in.
Making his way over he unlocks and slides it open, helping you climb inside. ”Y/n?” “Hey, Peter.” You respond with a big smile on your face as you fix your top.
“I- hi? Um, what exactly are you doing here?” Peter asks, confused. He knows you said you’ll be there in ten but for some reason, he didn’t actually think you’ll show up. And why?
Your (e/c) eyes take a quick glance around the dimly lit room before landing on the boy before you. A slight gasp almost leaves your lips at the sight.
His brunette hair, curling up framing his face. Still slightly damp, little droplets of water running down his neck, onto his chest. Your eyes roam down his surprisingly impressive chest, six-pack, and all. Tone.
“You know for a nerd, you’re kind of hot.”
That completely caught Peter off guard. He will admit that he’s had a bit of a crush on you also. When you guys had to spend a lot of time together for a school project didn’t really help him out.
You take a small step forward towards him, he takes one back. “I’m here because you asked if there was anything you can do to help make this night any better.” “Well, yeah. But I figured maybe hanging out or something. You pop up in my room at two in the morning wasn't my intention.”
‘Fuck it.’ you thought as you walk up to him, grabbing his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Peter’s body tenses up at the contact before he begins to relax and kisses you back, his hands placing themselves on your hips, gripping them a bit. The two of you begin walking backward till the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he sits down pulling you down with him.
Pushing him down against the bed, fingers gripping the bottom of his hair, pulling it causing a slight moan to leave from his lips that bust being in a battle with yours.
Peter pulls away, breathing heavily. “W-wait I don’t have any condoms.” Sitting up on his lap, Peter watches as the moonlight streams in from the window hitting your profile perfectly, almost giving you a beautiful glow.
”Petey, baby...I’m hot, pissed, and guess what? I’m on the pill. I’m literally a dead girl walking. But Peter I really do wanna spend what might possibly be my last moments, with you. I’ve had the biggest on you since I met you and I want to make the best out of it. Maybe even something more. I want to make something beautiful with you. So what do you say?”
Watch you a bit after that, he grabs the back of your neck pulling you into a much more gentle kiss. One completely different from the ones before. One not full of only just lust, but also love. “That works for me.” He says before continuing the kiss.
Running your fingers down his chest, dragging your nails along. Your kisses move down his cheek, down to his neck where you place little pecks. Grabbing his hands from your waist, you place them on your chest where he surprisingly rips open your button-up.
Before anything could be said, one of his arms wraps around your waist before flipping you both over him on top of you. “Huh, so I was right?” You breathe out as he kisses down your chest. “About what?” He asks only half listening as he reaches the top of your pants.
“There is much more to you.”
Letting out a chuckle he begins to pull down your pants. “You have no idea.”
Pulling down your pants, he makes his way up to your lips giving another intently rough yet gentle kiss. Distracted by his lips, you don’t even notice as his hand goes in between your legs till you feel his slightly cold hand press up against the heated clothed area.
A surprised gasp leaves your lips as he begins to gently caress the already sensitive area. “Someone is definitely ready,” he says before pulling your undies down a bit, leaving them around your thighs. Fingers running between your slit, before slipping one inside, then two.
The coolness of his fingers against the heat that runs inside you created a different sense of the sensation. A moan leaves your lips, back arching off the bed a bit as his fingers begin to make movement. His next hand quickly moves to your lips, muffling your moans. “Don’t want to wake my aunt, okay?” Giving a slight nod he moves his hand from your lips. Moving in and out, curling the ends of his fingers curling before his thumb begins to go towards your clit. Lips attached to the connecting of your neck, sucking on the skin there, feeling his hard member pressed up against your leg. It’s almost too much for you to bare.
Almost.
One hand, fistful of sheets the next on Peter’s back, nails running down his back. “I’m close.” you managed to get out between the breathless breathing and little quiet moans. “Can’t have you doing that just yet now can we?”
Sliding his fingers out of you watching as they glisten from the juices in the slight light from outside. “I don’t think it’s fair that I’m completely exposed and yet you’re still wearing pants, mister.” “Maybe you should do something to fix that then.” “Maybe I will,” you say, taking all your strength to flip you guys back over. Sitting on top of his waist, Peter looks up at your shock from the sudden switch.
“Now where were we?” you say giving him a sly smirk before reaching down to his PJ bottoms pulling down the elastic. Placing your hand against his hard member through his boxers, a hiss leaving his lips when you give it a squeeze. “Not so fun getting teased is it?” before he can even answer, you pull down his boxers allowing it to pop out.
Pulling his boxers all the way off, you hover above him aligning him to yourself. “Are you ready?” you ask. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” he jokes as he places his hands on your hips. Lowering yourself slowly, you feel as he begins to enter you. Sitting there a bit waiting to get adjusted, you begin to move slowly increasing the speed.
His hands on your hips, yours on his chest trying to keep your self balanced, Peter begins to thirst upwards meeting you halfway creating even better friction. Pulling you down to meet his chest, still, inside of you he swiftly turns you guys back over him picking back up the speed. With one hand beside your head, while the other holding the bedhead from hitting the wall, your mind is too fuzzy to even question how he’s able to do all of this at once.
It's honestly taking everything inside of you not to yell this boy's name, never have you felt anything like the two of you right now.
The sound of skin hitting skin sounds almost amazing on Peter’s ultra hearing. The slight whispers of his name leaving your lips is making him feel something he never felt before. Something he feels he will only feel with you. He can just imagine how it’ll be if you guys weren’t limited to lack of sound and too much movement.
“I’m gonna Peter.” “I know Y/n..just a few more. Just hold on a bit longer,” he whispers into your neck, voice raspy. A couple of thrusts later, you’re on the urge of breaking, whimpers escaping from your sealed lips. “Okay baby, you can let go.” The pet name is what does it and Peter quickly places his lips on yours to silence the moans that both of you wanna let out from the feeling of sweet release.
Your fingers run through his hair, grabbing at the slight curls when you feel his release inside of you. One of his hands on the back of your neck deepening the kiss with the other rubbing along your side.
Gently sliding out of you, a hiss leaving your lips from being a bit sensitive from the activity. “Are you okay?” Peter asks concern swimming through those brown puppy dog eyes. He sounded a bit distant but you still slightly nod. “Yeah just...thank you.” He tilts his head to the side, confusion appearing on his face. “For what?” “For bending to the will of a dead girl walking,” you say before pulling him into another sweet kiss.
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