Peter helping the reader study and giving her a kiss after she gets an answer right<333 somehow leading to smut?? 😮💨
Good Girl [P.P]
Tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader
Summary: Peter gives you a kiss every time you answer a question correct but it leads to something else.
Warning(s): Smut, praise, oral (M & F) use of the name good girl (once in a non-sexual way but used in a sexual way later on), not proofread bc it’s 3 am and I’m so tired…so ignore any errors <3
A/N: I honestly haven’t written smut in so long so I’m a bit rusty, please enjoy tho!! <33
Word count: 1464
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You were failing science.
Luckily for you, your boyfriend was the absolute best at the difficult subject.
You rushed to the door as soon as you heard the knock. Sure, you were a bit nervous to ask Peter for help but you sure as hell was excited to see him. You swung open the door and flung your arms around him, pulling his face down into a kiss. He kissed back, hands immediately going to your waist.
“Well Hi,” Peter choked out after pulling away. You looked up and him and smiled a hi back, he smiled back before leaning down trying to catch your lips against his again. You backed up and giggled a bit.
“I have something to ask.” He nodded, urging you to continue, “Come inside.” You opened the door wider, letting him in. He went to the couch and dropped his backpack down, waiting for you to join him. You locked the door and sat next to him.
“What’d you wanna ask?” Peter turned to you, slightly leaning on the armrest of the soft brown couch.
“I was wondering if you can tutor me, I’m kinda failing science right now.” You winced at your own words slightly. Kinda was a bit of an understatement.
“Of course,” Peter gave a tight lip smile, “So what did you need help on exactly?”
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You and Peter studied for a few hours before you were tired and already ready for bed.
You yawned and leaned back on the couch, stretching your arms, “M’ tired, can we take a break?” Peter shook his head.
“Not until you can answer these last few questions without getting a single one wrong.”
“Cmon Pete! I’m tired!” You whined, staring at Peter had that look on his face you can recognize easily, he had an idea.
“I’ll make you a deal, yeah?” Peter smirked, watching your confused face. He knew you weren’t tired, you just didn’t wanna study more. You nodded hesitantly, “For each answer you get right, I’ll give you a kiss.”
You looked at Peter, debating if you wanna continue. Continuing to study won by a landslide of course. You whined quietly one last time before sitting back up and grabbing the pencil, “fine.”
“That’s my girl.”
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You answered the first question right immediately. You looked at Peter as soon as you dropped the pencil. He smiled, “Good girl.” He grabbed your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. Good girl. You slightly clenched your thighs at the nickname. It wasn’t the first time he called you good girl but he’d never said in a non-sexual way. But the tone he said it in. He didn’t mean it sexually but your mind couldn’t help but think it did.
Peter looked at you, furrowing his eyebrows, “Love?” He asked, snapping you out of your dirty, dirty thoughts.
“Sorry, I got a little distracted.” You smiled innocently, grabbing the pencil again. The next question was harder for sure but you still managed to get it right.
“Two in a row, good job love.” This time you grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. He reciprocated the kiss, only for a few seconds before he pulled away chuckling, “Nope, nope. You gotta finish these questions first.” You pouted, slightly hoping he’d give in. To your displeasure, he rubbed your cheek once before turning back to the paper. You groaned, clenching your thighs just a bit more, hoping Peter wouldn’t notice.
The third question was harder, and you sadly didn’t get it correct. You bit your nail, “M’ sorry.” You said lightly.
“Don’t worry about it, alright? We can study more after these questions.” You didn’t want to study more at all after the questions but you wanted to pass the class so you nodded.
The fourth question was on the easier side, easy to answer too. You smiled, waiting for Peter to kiss you. He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer and giving you a more passionate kiss. You tangled your smaller hands in his hair. He smiled and grinned, “Next question.” You pulled away to see him get back to the paper as nothing had happened. You turned around grabbing the purple mechanical pencil, looking at Peter who seemed so concentrated. He felt you staring after a little, snapping out of it and pointing to a question.
It was once again easy, something you learned a while ago. He smiled when you got the answer right, “good my love.” He grabbed you, taking your lips onto his.
He was going to pull away, but he couldn’t. Your lips were like alcohol to him, something he can easily get so drunk to. You weren’t complaining, you loved kissing Peter.
He grabbed your waist, pulling you up onto his lap. He should’ve pulled away after a few seconds but he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He lightly gripped the soft, cool fabric of your shirt, lifting above your head. “You’re so perfect.” He muttered hands admiring your breast.
He didn’t waste one second after, reconnecting your lips immediately. One hand tangled in his hair while the other was gripping his shoulder. You pulled away, only to continue kissing him down his neck, resting soft pepper kisses on his jawline before going to his neck, leaving small purple marks that would darken later.
You turned to Peter, kissing him before he took the hint and tossed his shirt off. You backed up, sitting on his thighs. No matter how much you see his abs, they still have the same effect on you.
Wetness pulled between your legs. You got off the couch, kneeling in front of the brunet, kissing his stomach to his abs before you got to his sweatpants. You pulled them just enough for his cock to get through. You grabbed it and pulled it out, you looked at Peter one last time before leaving a small kiss on the tip. You ran your tongue on the underside, leaving Peter in moans. He grabbed your hair, not in a forceful way but as if to hold something. His other handheld onto the couch as you took half of him in your mouth. You moved your head up a few times before you saw Peter sat up and moved you off his cock, and pulled you up into a kiss.
“I wanna finish in your beautiful cunt.” You stood up and let him pull down your shorts and panties, “so perfect.” He felt his dick get harder if even possible at the sight of your cunt. He pulled you by the hips closer to the couch to kiss your clit. You gasped in pleasure, gripping his hair. He used his middle and ring finger to tease your entrance, leaving you in moans. “Making such beautiful noises baby.” He groaned, using both fingers to enter your cunt. As much as you loved when Peter would eat you out, you loved it more you came around his cock.
“Pete,” you made out between moans, pulling at his hair, “Pete,” you repeated, noticing how he didn’t pull away the first time. Peter looked up at you, admiring your beauty. You admired how handsome he looked with your slick on his chin and how it glistened on his lips beautifully.
“Wanna be in you.” You said, Peter nodded frantically, pulling you down by your arms. He kissed you hungry and you sat up and gave his cock a few strokes before lining it up with your entrance. You sunk down on him slowly, both loud moans leaving your mouths. It took you a minute to adjust to his size before you kissed him again before moving your hips.
“Such a good girl.” Peter moaned, one hand holding your waist while the other moved circular motions on your clit. You moved faster at the praise, setting your hands on Peter's stomach to balance yourself. You looked at how Peter has his head back, eyes closed, and moans leaving his mouth. You clenched around his cock, feeling that amazing feeling in your stomach.
“Fuck Pete.” You moaned, throwing your head back.
“Me too, me too, love.” He groaned at the feeling of you squeezing his cock.
You let go, moaning out Peter's name. You slowed down your movements, your legs getting tired.
Peter grasped at your hips, helping you move faster. You let out whimpers at the overstimulation, as much as it was sore, it felt so, so good. “Cmon baby, just a little longer. I know you can do it.” He whimpered, pulling your head down for a kiss. He came with a moan that was stiffened by your lips on his. You felt his cock twitch before he stopped moving your hips. Letting you fall limp on his sweaty chest.
“Good girl.”
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