pairing: peter parker x black cat!male reader
summary: three months of being vigilante fuck buddies has gotten peter wanting for something more.
warning: 18+ | male reader smut, public sex, anal and oral, bottom reader
word count: 1k
note: excuse the lack of capital letters this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away lol anyways hello I'm back!
peter’s back hit the concrete wall with you hands already at his neck. you pressed your lips through his mask, which made his sex stir in his suit. this whole ordeal with you two was intoxicating for him, the restraint, the hidden identities, the secrets.
you slid your fingers through the hem of his mask, pulling it up just by his nose. his lips were already red and agape, deep breaths huffing through the cold night air. “admit it, spider. you missed this—missed us.”
peter held onto your waist to pull you closer to his body. he wanted you so badly. he wanted his fingers to trace all your familiar curves, all the spots where your will would bend to his. “you have no idea.”
he pulled his gloves off and dropped them on the rooftop floor to touch your cheeks. he hungrily took your lips deeper, teasing your mouth with his tongue. his moans were so desperate you couldn’t help but to smile through the kiss. “then have me. tonight, i’m all yours.”
“and tomorrow?” he said, his lips quivering with want. you didn’t answer, instead you touched his erection, hard and bulging through his tight suit he gasped through your lips. “fuck—-“
“is this what you want?” you whispered. peter’s senses were going haywire. your voice reverberated in his ears, his nose filled with the smell of your body wash and the light musk of your skin. he did want this, but he wanted more. more touching, more kissing, more of you.
you dropped your kisses to his neck, he smelled like fresh laundry and antibacterial soap, but your heart swelled knowing it was his unique scent. perhaps your effect on him was the same as his effect on you.
you continued to stroke his cock through his suit, a dark blue spot forming at its tip. his hands went underneath your suit to grab the meat of your ass. you sped up your pace, earning a guttural moan from peter. his nails dug deep into the flesh of your behind.
you made quick work of undressing him. for the past months of your nightly escapades the two of you have memorized each snap and zipper of your suits.
peter looked down to see you drop to your knees, your fingers wrapped beautifully around his hard cock. for a second his vision blurred just as you wrapped your lips around him. it was hot and thick, stretching your jaw just to accommodate for its size. “you’re so good at this, fuck”
you bobbed your head along his length, then licked around the reddened tip to taste his precum. his whimpers turned you on so much, you palmed your own erection and he noticed that very well. “ah—ah stop,”
“did i hurt you? you okay?” you said worriedly.
“i’m fine. i just—it’s your turn,” he pulled you up for another kiss, he can taste the hint of his arousal in your mouth. he unclasped your belt so he could pull your pants down to your knees.
“no it’s fine—it’s all about you tonight,” you moaned, the air felt so cold in your bare skin.
“turn around, cat,” he said, his tone more authoritative now. he used his the wetness from his cock to lubricate his hand, then he made use of it to stroke your erection. your knees buckles, gasping as you held onto the wall of the rooftop for support. “suck on these,” he slid two fingers in your mouth, you already know where this was leading.
you arched your back to show him off, and peter admired how needy you were. “fuck,” he whispered, you always knew what would make him weak. he teased your hole with the tip of his dick before slowly thrust inside. your hole felt so warm compared to the cold air. your back was against his chest as he pulled you in closer. his muscular arm wrapped around your waist as the other stroked your cock.
his hips moved slow at first, making sure it wouldn’t hurt you. but the sheer size of him made you lose hold of your self. your muscles felt sore but your mind ordered it to be in place and take whatever peter was giving you.
“i want this too, i want to be with—fuck—with you,” you moaned. desperately holding onto the wall as your cock leaked around peter’s hands making each stroke feel better and better.
“hm?” peter groaned.
“earlier—you asked of what we’d do tomorrow,” you said, bending your neck back so he could kiss you again. “i want to be with you, show you who i really am behind this mask,”
“fuck, do you mean that?” peter said, his climax coming close. his heart pounded so loudly inside his chest it was so euphoric.
“yes—ah fuck, go harder please,” peter could die from joy, he kissed you once more, stroking your cock at the same pace his thrusts.
“fuck baby, you’re perfect for me,” the two of you gasped so loud the tenants below you must have heard. you collapsed in front but peter quickly scooped you up. he checked on to make sure you were okay before littering your face with sweet kisses.
the next day at esu, peter heard a familiar voice call for him.
“excuse me, i think i’m a bit lost,” you said, lugging around your backpack. peter looked to finally see the face behind the mask, and he was awestruck.
“nah, you’re right where you belong,” he held your hand and pulled you close to him.
pairing: peter parker x gender neutral! reader x clark kent
summary: challengers au where peter and clark have admired you from a a far for years.
warning: 18+ gender neutral reader smut, threesome, penetrative and oral sex. word count: 2.3k
note: emptying my drafts and omg a space loft two for one special!
“I wouldn’t even know what to say,” Clark said, tousling his raven curls in front of the bathroom mirror. His best friend and roommate, Peter, was trying on different shades of the same plain shirt.
“Maybe like ‘hey! My friend and I think you’re very hot and we’ve had a crush on you since freshman year. Why don’t you sleep with us?’” Peter said, anxiously taking off the sixth shirt from his closet.
“Peter!” Clark yelled, throwing his hands in the air in utter disbelief.
“What? It’s true!” Peter said, finally landing on a white grey shirt that clung onto his lean frame. “Clark, we’re graduating soon. We might not even get to do this again.”
Clark raised an eyebrow. The two boys have secretly admired you from a mile away. You were Empire State University’s golden athlete, a tennis champion. Peter and Clark were teammates on the football team, winning trophies here and there, but only you were rumored to get into the professional league.
“Let’s just say hi and see how it goes from there?” Clark said, the s-shaped curl on his forehead refusing to stick with the rest of his hair.
“Like that ever worked! Remember when you said ‘you were so good I wish I could stroke like you’ like who the fuck even says that,” Peter was finally tying his worn out Converse shoes. “Fuck it, just hurry up we’re gonna be late.”
“Well at least I didn’t get a boner while watching the finals!” Clark rebutted.
“You were close though, I saw your dick twitch!” Peter tutted. The two of them stared at the mirror one last time, making sure they looked perfect.
Later at the party, Peter and Clark stood near the DJ booth, staring longingly at you on the dancefloor. You swayed and bounced to the music, your friends dancing and laughing next to you. Clark had finished his beer, his throat began to feel dry almost to the brink of thirst. Peter watched with his mouth slightly agape, if he stayed like this longer he could start to drool.
“Keep it together, man,” Clark nudged his shoulder. “We can do this.”
They followed you to the backyard of the frathouse, tracing your path like two dogs. You eventually vanished from their sight. Peter looked at Clark in confusion, his roommate used his height to his advantage and scanned the lot.
“Looking for me?” the voice behind them said. They shuddered, looking at you dumbfounded.
“We ugh–a—” Peter tried to find the words, it was as if he couldn’t speak at all.
“We just wanted to congratulate you for your win,” Clark said, straightening his posture. You looked at them in the eyes and smiled, drinking the last sip of gin from your red solo cup.
“I know you two, you’re spider and steel,” You said. Peter felt his heart skip a beat. “You’re Kent right?” you gestured towards Clark, his knees felt weak. “But I don’t think I know your name?” you said to Peter.
‘I–It’s Clark,” Peter said. “I mean his name is Clark. I’m Peter.”
Spider and Steel were the nicknames given to them during their sophomore year. The two boys that lead the team to victory. It got thrown around a lot, but to have it leave your lips felt like the greatest trophy ever.
“Are you guys enjoying the party?” you said, toying with the cup in your hand.
“Yeah ‘s great,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well I don’t. They’re trying to pass off this shit as alcohol,” you poured the remaining liquid to the grass. Clark side-eyed Peter, trying to telepathically send a message.
“We have beer at our place,” Peter said, showing a cheeky smile that made you chuckle.
“We do?” Clark said as he felt Peter kick his shoe. “I mean, yeah, we do.”
They told you their address and asked you to meet them there. Clark later addressed how dumb that was because they let you go to them and not the other way around. Peter quickly ran to their apartment to tidy things up. By tidy he meant shoving clothes into every closet in the room, taking all their trash and shoving it outside, and opening their windows to let the room breathe.
Clark rushed to the nearest convenience store to buy beer and snacks. He didn’t really know what type of beer you’re into so he decided to grab four different types hoping one of them worked.
When Clark arrived Peter was still trying to fix their beds, shaking off and tucking in the sheets. Clark wanted to say something about how anxious he was, he could literally feel his heart pounding, but then there was a knock.
Knock Knock. The two boys looked at each other, eyes wide.
Knock Knock. They were both waiting for someone to open the door first.
Knock Knock Knock. They crashed into each other when they raced to grab the doorknob.
“Are you guys, okay?” you said, the door slamming open. They both nodded and stood in attention. “You gonna let me in or—”
“Come in!” Clark said, pushing Peter away.
“Thanks for coming,” Peter said, following you as you walked in. There were two single beds on each end of the room. Clark’s side had posters for rock bands you’ve never heard of, pictures of an old couple, a dog with a blonde girl, and a farm on his desk. Peter, on the other hand, had tools and physics textbooks piled up on his.
“Anywhere but there,” you said, sitting on Clark’s bed. “Neat place you guys got. Kinda crazy they let you two live together. Your neighbors must hate you.”
“Erm…why?” Clark said, opening the beer bottles.
“You guys are dating right?” you said, swiping your finger in the air pointing at them.
“What? No we’re not!” Clark said, brows raised.
“Why do you sound so fucking offended, Clark?” Peter said, taking the bottles from his hands. He hands you one, the bottle icy cold.
“Really? I thought you guys worked so well together because you guys secretly fucked,” you said, taking a swig of your beer. “The whole Spider and Steel schtick. ”
“Well we’ve known each other since freshman year—and we live together so we kinda just live and breathe each other,” Clark said, after taking a sip of his.
“And you guys don’t think that sounds gay,” you laughed.
“Not if you put it that way,” Peter said. You took a big sip of your beer, spilling some on your lips that dripped down your chin and to your neck. “We’ve never done anything like—that.”
Peter heard Clark audibly gulp.
You pat your hands on Clark’s dark blue sheets. “Would you guys want to though?”
They both scrambled to sit beside you. “Only if it’s with you,” Peter said. Then it was decided. You closed your eyes and met Pete’s hungry lips, his kiss soft and gentle. He tried to hold back, but your tongue teased his lips and made him meet yours.
You gasped for air and caught a glimpse of Clark who patiently watched. He felt your hand on his cheek, pulling him to your lips. Clark kissed like it was his first time, sloppy, wet, but his hands were firm on your waist, your shoulder brushing against the hard muscle of his chest.
Peter watched as his best friend kissed and moaned to your kiss. Peter licked his lips and dove right into your neck, nipping the skin and tracing his palms on your thigh. Your moans were sweet and tempting, Peter wanted to touch you more and make your sounds echo in the room.
You snaked your hand through Peter’s hair, pulling him back to your lips. Clark hungrily kissed the corner of your mouth. Both of their lips covered the heat of your mouth until all three of you were sharing each other’s breaths.
It was exhilarating. You breathed them both into your embrace. Licking and tasting each other while exchanging the most desperate moans. You pulled yourself back, resting on your elbows as you watched the two boys’ desperate kisses linger.
Their tongues swayed together, saliva glistening their swollen pink lips. They soon realize you were watching from a distance. Dumbfounded they both stared at each other and panned their heads to you, mischievously smiling at them.
“I guess my work here is done,” you clapped, standing up.
“Please don’t leave,” Clark said, breathlessly.
You saw their cocks bulging from their jeans. Their eyes looked glassy against the dim lights, a pair of blue and brown eagerly begging for your attention.
Clark held your hand and gently lulled you to the bed. “Just let us do all the work,” he said, going down on his knees to kiss your thigh. Peter followed suit, helping you undress. They both gasped when they finally saw you naked.
They dug their faces into your crotch, building a harmony of licking, kissing, and sucking that made your sensitive sex tremble. You’ve been with one person before, but having the two of them take turns like they knew how to complement each other was a skill that you have never seen before.
You reclined yourself back to the bed resting on your elbows. The two boys took each thigh and placed it on one of their shoulders, ceaselessly pleasuring your sex with their mouths. Their wet tongues and soft lips trickled and kissed all over your center making their faces slick with spit and arousal.
They both traced your sex and eventually found each other’s mouths once again. The sight was too good for you to see. Your legs trembled from all the pleasure but seeing them both desperately taste your arousal made you reach your first climax of this night.
Clark pulled back to admire the scene, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Peter continued to kiss your sex, teasing its most sensitive parts with the pads of his fingers. Clark pulled the hem of his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his broad frame and muscular chest. He unbuckled his pants to let out his hardness, a trail of spit leaves his lips and falls directly to his big cock.
“Don’t be greedy,” Clark said, pulling Peter by his hair.
“Can’t help it—tastes so fucking good,” Peter said, eyes up to you with longing. You gestured for him to come closer, giving him a kiss once more. You shared the taste of your arousal while you roughly unbuckled his belt.
Clark saw your abandoned sex, flushed with color and wet. He took two of his long fingers and toyed gleefully on your hole, trailing around just before he could push in.
You took your lips and buried it in Peter’s cock. He shuddered from the warmth, the pink tip of his cock dripping with precum. “Yeah—there you go, suck on it, pretty.”
“Can I, erm. Can I fuck you—please,” Clark said, his voice dry. You tried to utter a word but your body betrayed you, so you nodded instead. Clark eagerly placed his big hands on your waist, guiding his cock to fully sheath inside your whole. You gagged on Peter’s cock from the immense pressure; but your sex loved the sensation, it gave Clark more wetness to use, to make his cock slip deeper.
Clark’s sweat dripped down to your belly, his thrusts were slow and hard, the tip of his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you. Peter teased your nipples as he fucked your mouth. Tears fell from the corner of your eyes, overstimulating your senses beyond all control.
They both stopped to let you shift positions. You went on all fours with Peter on the headboard, thighs spread while his cock pointed north. Clark knelt on the edge of the bed, admiring the way you arched your back so your ass was facing him.
You went to sucking Peter’s cock again, wagging your ass to get Clark’s attention, not like he looked anywhere else. Your body was so sore, knees trembling, arms aching from keeping your position. They both fucked you at the same pace, the entire feeling of their cocks hitting the walls of your body at the same time made you uncontrollably drip with arousal.
The two boys enjoyed how beautiful you looked under their gaze, a dream they have always wanted. “I’m so close,” Peter said, rolling his hips up and down, his hand holding your head for control.
“Me too, buddy,” Clark said.
“Go for it, please—cum in me,” you whined. They rocked their hips and gripped onto your body, bending forward, weakening their posture. Clark’s forehead was inches away from Peter’s face, his breaths were hot on Peter’s face. Clark took one hand and pulled on his best friend's hair, crashing their lips together.
Their thrusts became rough and rhythmic, losing their strength and eventually emptying their climax into you.
You swallowed Peter’s cum as you watched them continue to kiss. “Mission accomplished,” you chuckled.
“We’re not done, honey,” Clark said. “It’s your turn now.”
They spread your legs open once more, taking each side of your neck to pepper with kisses. Peter took his finger and curled them inside you, making an intricate roll on the tips of his fingers to the sensitive spot inside you. Clark took his hand and stroked your sex, his bicep bulging with a thick vein as he moved his arm fast.
“You did so well,” Peter whispered in your ear. You whined under their grasp with your chest heaving.
“Go on, cum pretty,” Clark said, nibbling on your ear lobe.
Your voice cracked against the silent night, a wave of unwavering pleasure crashing onto you. They peppered your face with kisses while Peter stroked your hair, guiding you to take deep breaths. Clark went to grab some cold water.
You woke up to their arms around you, Peter’s head resting on your side while Clark adorably snored next to your shoulder. You tried to move so as not to wake them, grabbing your clothes on the floor.
They shifted on the bed, Peter’s head nudging Clark’s chest. You let out a quiet chuckle.
pairing: peter parker x gender neutral! reader x clark kent
summary: challengers au where peter and clark have admired you from a a far for years.
warning: 18+ gender neutral reader smut, threesome, penetrative and oral sex. word count: 2.3k
note: emptying my drafts and omg a space loft two for one special!
“I wouldn’t even know what to say,” Clark said, tousling his raven curls in front of the bathroom mirror. His best friend and roommate, Peter, was trying on different shades of the same plain shirt.
“Maybe like ‘hey! My friend and I think you’re very hot and we’ve had a crush on you since freshman year. Why don’t you sleep with us?’” Peter said, anxiously taking off the sixth shirt from his closet.
“Peter!” Clark yelled, throwing his hands in the air in utter disbelief.
“What? It’s true!” Peter said, finally landing on a white grey shirt that clung onto his lean frame. “Clark, we’re graduating soon. We might not even get to do this again.”
Clark raised an eyebrow. The two boys have secretly admired you from a mile away. You were Empire State University’s golden athlete, a tennis champion. Peter and Clark were teammates on the football team, winning trophies here and there, but only you were rumored to get into the professional league.
“Let’s just say hi and see how it goes from there?” Clark said, the s-shaped curl on his forehead refusing to stick with the rest of his hair.
“Like that ever worked! Remember when you said ‘you were so good I wish I could stroke like you’ like who the fuck even says that,” Peter was finally tying his worn out Converse shoes. “Fuck it, just hurry up we’re gonna be late.”
“Well at least I didn’t get a boner while watching the finals!” Clark rebutted.
“You were close though, I saw your dick twitch!” Peter tutted. The two of them stared at the mirror one last time, making sure they looked perfect.
Later at the party, Peter and Clark stood near the DJ booth, staring longingly at you on the dancefloor. You swayed and bounced to the music, your friends dancing and laughing next to you. Clark had finished his beer, his throat began to feel dry almost to the brink of thirst. Peter watched with his mouth slightly agape, if he stayed like this longer he could start to drool.
“Keep it together, man,” Clark nudged his shoulder. “We can do this.”
They followed you to the backyard of the frathouse, tracing your path like two dogs. You eventually vanished from their sight. Peter looked at Clark in confusion, his roommate used his height to his advantage and scanned the lot.
“Looking for me?” the voice behind them said. They shuddered, looking at you dumbfounded.
“We ugh–a—” Peter tried to find the words, it was as if he couldn’t speak at all.
“We just wanted to congratulate you for your win,” Clark said, straightening his posture. You looked at them in the eyes and smiled, drinking the last sip of gin from your red solo cup.
“I know you two, you’re spider and steel,” You said. Peter felt his heart skip a beat. “You’re Kent right?” you gestured towards Clark, his knees felt weak. “But I don’t think I know your name?” you said to Peter.
‘I–It’s Clark,” Peter said. “I mean his name is Clark. I’m Peter.”
Spider and Steel were the nicknames given to them during their sophomore year. The two boys that lead the team to victory. It got thrown around a lot, but to have it leave your lips felt like the greatest trophy ever.
“Are you guys enjoying the party?” you said, toying with the cup in your hand.
“Yeah ‘s great,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well I don’t. They’re trying to pass off this shit as alcohol,” you poured the remaining liquid to the grass. Clark side-eyed Peter, trying to telepathically send a message.
“We have beer at our place,” Peter said, showing a cheeky smile that made you chuckle.
“We do?” Clark said as he felt Peter kick his shoe. “I mean, yeah, we do.”
They told you their address and asked you to meet them there. Clark later addressed how dumb that was because they let you go to them and not the other way around. Peter quickly ran to their apartment to tidy things up. By tidy he meant shoving clothes into every closet in the room, taking all their trash and shoving it outside, and opening their windows to let the room breathe.
Clark rushed to the nearest convenience store to buy beer and snacks. He didn’t really know what type of beer you’re into so he decided to grab four different types hoping one of them worked.
When Clark arrived Peter was still trying to fix their beds, shaking off and tucking in the sheets. Clark wanted to say something about how anxious he was, he could literally feel his heart pounding, but then there was a knock.
Knock Knock. The two boys looked at each other, eyes wide.
Knock Knock. They were both waiting for someone to open the door first.
Knock Knock Knock. They crashed into each other when they raced to grab the doorknob.
“Are you guys, okay?” you said, the door slamming open. They both nodded and stood in attention. “You gonna let me in or—”
“Come in!” Clark said, pushing Peter away.
“Thanks for coming,” Peter said, following you as you walked in. There were two single beds on each end of the room. Clark’s side had posters for rock bands you’ve never heard of, pictures of an old couple, a dog with a blonde girl, and a farm on his desk. Peter, on the other hand, had tools and physics textbooks piled up on his.
“Anywhere but there,” you said, sitting on Clark’s bed. “Neat place you guys got. Kinda crazy they let you two live together. Your neighbors must hate you.”
“Erm…why?” Clark said, opening the beer bottles.
“You guys are dating right?” you said, swiping your finger in the air pointing at them.
“What? No we’re not!” Clark said, brows raised.
“Why do you sound so fucking offended, Clark?” Peter said, taking the bottles from his hands. He hands you one, the bottle icy cold.
“Really? I thought you guys worked so well together because you guys secretly fucked,” you said, taking a swig of your beer. “The whole Spider and Steel schtick. ”
“Well we’ve known each other since freshman year—and we live together so we kinda just live and breathe each other,” Clark said, after taking a sip of his.
“And you guys don’t think that sounds gay,” you laughed.
“Not if you put it that way,” Peter said. You took a big sip of your beer, spilling some on your lips that dripped down your chin and to your neck. “We’ve never done anything like—that.”
Peter heard Clark audibly gulp.
You pat your hands on Clark’s dark blue sheets. “Would you guys want to though?”
They both scrambled to sit beside you. “Only if it’s with you,” Peter said. Then it was decided. You closed your eyes and met Pete’s hungry lips, his kiss soft and gentle. He tried to hold back, but your tongue teased his lips and made him meet yours.
You gasped for air and caught a glimpse of Clark who patiently watched. He felt your hand on his cheek, pulling him to your lips. Clark kissed like it was his first time, sloppy, wet, but his hands were firm on your waist, your shoulder brushing against the hard muscle of his chest.
Peter watched as his best friend kissed and moaned to your kiss. Peter licked his lips and dove right into your neck, nipping the skin and tracing his palms on your thigh. Your moans were sweet and tempting, Peter wanted to touch you more and make your sounds echo in the room.
You snaked your hand through Peter’s hair, pulling him back to your lips. Clark hungrily kissed the corner of your mouth. Both of their lips covered the heat of your mouth until all three of you were sharing each other’s breaths.
It was exhilarating. You breathed them both into your embrace. Licking and tasting each other while exchanging the most desperate moans. You pulled yourself back, resting on your elbows as you watched the two boys’ desperate kisses linger.
Their tongues swayed together, saliva glistening their swollen pink lips. They soon realize you were watching from a distance. Dumbfounded they both stared at each other and panned their heads to you, mischievously smiling at them.
“I guess my work here is done,” you clapped, standing up.
“Please don’t leave,” Clark said, breathlessly.
You saw their cocks bulging from their jeans. Their eyes looked glassy against the dim lights, a pair of blue and brown eagerly begging for your attention.
Clark held your hand and gently lulled you to the bed. “Just let us do all the work,” he said, going down on his knees to kiss your thigh. Peter followed suit, helping you undress. They both gasped when they finally saw you naked.
They dug their faces into your crotch, building a harmony of licking, kissing, and sucking that made your sensitive sex tremble. You’ve been with one person before, but having the two of them take turns like they knew how to complement each other was a skill that you have never seen before.
You reclined yourself back to the bed resting on your elbows. The two boys took each thigh and placed it on one of their shoulders, ceaselessly pleasuring your sex with their mouths. Their wet tongues and soft lips trickled and kissed all over your center making their faces slick with spit and arousal.
They both traced your sex and eventually found each other’s mouths once again. The sight was too good for you to see. Your legs trembled from all the pleasure but seeing them both desperately taste your arousal made you reach your first climax of this night.
Clark pulled back to admire the scene, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Peter continued to kiss your sex, teasing its most sensitive parts with the pads of his fingers. Clark pulled the hem of his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his broad frame and muscular chest. He unbuckled his pants to let out his hardness, a trail of spit leaves his lips and falls directly to his big cock.
“Don’t be greedy,” Clark said, pulling Peter by his hair.
“Can’t help it—tastes so fucking good,” Peter said, eyes up to you with longing. You gestured for him to come closer, giving him a kiss once more. You shared the taste of your arousal while you roughly unbuckled his belt.
Clark saw your abandoned sex, flushed with color and wet. He took two of his long fingers and toyed gleefully on your hole, trailing around just before he could push in.
You took your lips and buried it in Peter’s cock. He shuddered from the warmth, the pink tip of his cock dripping with precum. “Yeah—there you go, suck on it, pretty.”
“Can I, erm. Can I fuck you—please,” Clark said, his voice dry. You tried to utter a word but your body betrayed you, so you nodded instead. Clark eagerly placed his big hands on your waist, guiding his cock to fully sheath inside your whole. You gagged on Peter’s cock from the immense pressure; but your sex loved the sensation, it gave Clark more wetness to use, to make his cock slip deeper.
Clark’s sweat dripped down to your belly, his thrusts were slow and hard, the tip of his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you. Peter teased your nipples as he fucked your mouth. Tears fell from the corner of your eyes, overstimulating your senses beyond all control.
They both stopped to let you shift positions. You went on all fours with Peter on the headboard, thighs spread while his cock pointed north. Clark knelt on the edge of the bed, admiring the way you arched your back so your ass was facing him.
You went to sucking Peter’s cock again, wagging your ass to get Clark’s attention, not like he looked anywhere else. Your body was so sore, knees trembling, arms aching from keeping your position. They both fucked you at the same pace, the entire feeling of their cocks hitting the walls of your body at the same time made you uncontrollably drip with arousal.
The two boys enjoyed how beautiful you looked under their gaze, a dream they have always wanted. “I’m so close,” Peter said, rolling his hips up and down, his hand holding your head for control.
“Me too, buddy,” Clark said.
“Go for it, please—cum in me,” you whined. They rocked their hips and gripped onto your body, bending forward, weakening their posture. Clark’s forehead was inches away from Peter’s face, his breaths were hot on Peter’s face. Clark took one hand and pulled on his best friend's hair, crashing their lips together.
Their thrusts became rough and rhythmic, losing their strength and eventually emptying their climax into you.
You swallowed Peter’s cum as you watched them continue to kiss. “Mission accomplished,” you chuckled.
“We’re not done, honey,” Clark said. “It’s your turn now.”
They spread your legs open once more, taking each side of your neck to pepper with kisses. Peter took his finger and curled them inside you, making an intricate roll on the tips of his fingers to the sensitive spot inside you. Clark took his hand and stroked your sex, his bicep bulging with a thick vein as he moved his arm fast.
“You did so well,” Peter whispered in your ear. You whined under their grasp with your chest heaving.
“Go on, cum pretty,” Clark said, nibbling on your ear lobe.
Your voice cracked against the silent night, a wave of unwavering pleasure crashing onto you. They peppered your face with kisses while Peter stroked your hair, guiding you to take deep breaths. Clark went to grab some cold water.
You woke up to their arms around you, Peter’s head resting on your side while Clark adorably snored next to your shoulder. You tried to move so as not to wake them, grabbing your clothes on the floor.
They shifted on the bed, Peter’s head nudging Clark’s chest. You let out a quiet chuckle.
pairing: peter parker x black cat!male reader
summary: three months of being vigilante fuck buddies has gotten peter wanting for something more.
warning: 18+ | male reader smut, public sex, anal and oral, bottom reader
word count: 1k
note: excuse the lack of capital letters this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away lol anyways hello I'm back!
peter’s back hit the concrete wall with you hands already at his neck. you pressed your lips through his mask, which made his sex stir in his suit. this whole ordeal with you two was intoxicating for him, the restraint, the hidden identities, the secrets.
you slid your fingers through the hem of his mask, pulling it up just by his nose. his lips were already red and agape, deep breaths huffing through the cold night air. “admit it, spider. you missed this—missed us.”
peter held onto your waist to pull you closer to his body. he wanted you so badly. he wanted his fingers to trace all your familiar curves, all the spots where your will would bend to his. “you have no idea.”
he pulled his gloves off and dropped them on the rooftop floor to touch your cheeks. he hungrily took your lips deeper, teasing your mouth with his tongue. his moans were so desperate you couldn’t help but to smile through the kiss. “then have me. tonight, i’m all yours.”
“and tomorrow?” he said, his lips quivering with want. you didn’t answer, instead you touched his erection, hard and bulging through his tight suit he gasped through your lips. “fuck—-“
“is this what you want?” you whispered. peter’s senses were going haywire. your voice reverberated in his ears, his nose filled with the smell of your body wash and the light musk of your skin. he did want this, but he wanted more. more touching, more kissing, more of you.
you dropped your kisses to his neck, he smelled like fresh laundry and antibacterial soap, but your heart swelled knowing it was his unique scent. perhaps your effect on him was the same as his effect on you.
you continued to stroke his cock through his suit, a dark blue spot forming at its tip. his hands went underneath your suit to grab the meat of your ass. you sped up your pace, earning a guttural moan from peter. his nails dug deep into the flesh of your behind.
you made quick work of undressing him. for the past months of your nightly escapades the two of you have memorized each snap and zipper of your suits.
peter looked down to see you drop to your knees, your fingers wrapped beautifully around his hard cock. for a second his vision blurred just as you wrapped your lips around him. it was hot and thick, stretching your jaw just to accommodate for its size. “you’re so good at this, fuck”
you bobbed your head along his length, then licked around the reddened tip to taste his precum. his whimpers turned you on so much, you palmed your own erection and he noticed that very well. “ah—ah stop,”
“did i hurt you? you okay?” you said worriedly.
“i’m fine. i just—it’s your turn,” he pulled you up for another kiss, he can taste the hint of his arousal in your mouth. he unclasped your belt so he could pull your pants down to your knees.
“no it’s fine—it’s all about you tonight,” you moaned, the air felt so cold in your bare skin.
“turn around, cat,” he said, his tone more authoritative now. he used his the wetness from his cock to lubricate his hand, then he made use of it to stroke your erection. your knees buckles, gasping as you held onto the wall of the rooftop for support. “suck on these,” he slid two fingers in your mouth, you already know where this was leading.
you arched your back to show him off, and peter admired how needy you were. “fuck,” he whispered, you always knew what would make him weak. he teased your hole with the tip of his dick before slowly thrust inside. your hole felt so warm compared to the cold air. your back was against his chest as he pulled you in closer. his muscular arm wrapped around your waist as the other stroked your cock.
his hips moved slow at first, making sure it wouldn’t hurt you. but the sheer size of him made you lose hold of your self. your muscles felt sore but your mind ordered it to be in place and take whatever peter was giving you.
“i want this too, i want to be with—fuck—with you,” you moaned. desperately holding onto the wall as your cock leaked around peter’s hands making each stroke feel better and better.
“hm?” peter groaned.
“earlier—you asked of what we’d do tomorrow,” you said, bending your neck back so he could kiss you again. “i want to be with you, show you who i really am behind this mask,”
“fuck, do you mean that?” peter said, his climax coming close. his heart pounded so loudly inside his chest it was so euphoric.
“yes—ah fuck, go harder please,” peter could die from joy, he kissed you once more, stroking your cock at the same pace his thrusts.
“fuck baby, you’re perfect for me,” the two of you gasped so loud the tenants below you must have heard. you collapsed in front but peter quickly scooped you up. he checked on to make sure you were okay before littering your face with sweet kisses.
the next day at esu, peter heard a familiar voice call for him.
“excuse me, i think i’m a bit lost,” you said, lugging around your backpack. peter looked to finally see the face behind the mask, and he was awestruck.
“nah, you’re right where you belong,” he held your hand and pulled you close to him.
pairing: peter parker x gender neutral! reader x clark kent
summary: challengers au where peter and clark have admired you from a a far for years.
warning: 18+ gender neutral reader smut, threesome, penetrative and oral sex. word count: 2.3k
note: emptying my drafts and omg a space loft two for one special!
“I wouldn’t even know what to say,” Clark said, tousling his raven curls in front of the bathroom mirror. His best friend and roommate, Peter, was trying on different shades of the same plain shirt.
“Maybe like ‘hey! My friend and I think you’re very hot and we’ve had a crush on you since freshman year. Why don’t you sleep with us?’” Peter said, anxiously taking off the sixth shirt from his closet.
“Peter!” Clark yelled, throwing his hands in the air in utter disbelief.
“What? It’s true!” Peter said, finally landing on a white grey shirt that clung onto his lean frame. “Clark, we’re graduating soon. We might not even get to do this again.”
Clark raised an eyebrow. The two boys have secretly admired you from a mile away. You were Empire State University’s golden athlete, a tennis champion. Peter and Clark were teammates on the football team, winning trophies here and there, but only you were rumored to get into the professional league.
“Let’s just say hi and see how it goes from there?” Clark said, the s-shaped curl on his forehead refusing to stick with the rest of his hair.
“Like that ever worked! Remember when you said ‘you were so good I wish I could stroke like you’ like who the fuck even says that,” Peter was finally tying his worn out Converse shoes. “Fuck it, just hurry up we’re gonna be late.”
“Well at least I didn’t get a boner while watching the finals!” Clark rebutted.
“You were close though, I saw your dick twitch!” Peter tutted. The two of them stared at the mirror one last time, making sure they looked perfect.
Later at the party, Peter and Clark stood near the DJ booth, staring longingly at you on the dancefloor. You swayed and bounced to the music, your friends dancing and laughing next to you. Clark had finished his beer, his throat began to feel dry almost to the brink of thirst. Peter watched with his mouth slightly agape, if he stayed like this longer he could start to drool.
“Keep it together, man,” Clark nudged his shoulder. “We can do this.”
They followed you to the backyard of the frathouse, tracing your path like two dogs. You eventually vanished from their sight. Peter looked at Clark in confusion, his roommate used his height to his advantage and scanned the lot.
“Looking for me?” the voice behind them said. They shuddered, looking at you dumbfounded.
“We ugh–a—” Peter tried to find the words, it was as if he couldn’t speak at all.
“We just wanted to congratulate you for your win,” Clark said, straightening his posture. You looked at them in the eyes and smiled, drinking the last sip of gin from your red solo cup.
“I know you two, you’re spider and steel,” You said. Peter felt his heart skip a beat. “You’re Kent right?” you gestured towards Clark, his knees felt weak. “But I don’t think I know your name?” you said to Peter.
‘I–It’s Clark,” Peter said. “I mean his name is Clark. I’m Peter.”
Spider and Steel were the nicknames given to them during their sophomore year. The two boys that lead the team to victory. It got thrown around a lot, but to have it leave your lips felt like the greatest trophy ever.
“Are you guys enjoying the party?” you said, toying with the cup in your hand.
“Yeah ‘s great,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well I don’t. They’re trying to pass off this shit as alcohol,” you poured the remaining liquid to the grass. Clark side-eyed Peter, trying to telepathically send a message.
“We have beer at our place,” Peter said, showing a cheeky smile that made you chuckle.
“We do?” Clark said as he felt Peter kick his shoe. “I mean, yeah, we do.”
They told you their address and asked you to meet them there. Clark later addressed how dumb that was because they let you go to them and not the other way around. Peter quickly ran to their apartment to tidy things up. By tidy he meant shoving clothes into every closet in the room, taking all their trash and shoving it outside, and opening their windows to let the room breathe.
Clark rushed to the nearest convenience store to buy beer and snacks. He didn’t really know what type of beer you’re into so he decided to grab four different types hoping one of them worked.
When Clark arrived Peter was still trying to fix their beds, shaking off and tucking in the sheets. Clark wanted to say something about how anxious he was, he could literally feel his heart pounding, but then there was a knock.
Knock Knock. The two boys looked at each other, eyes wide.
Knock Knock. They were both waiting for someone to open the door first.
Knock Knock Knock. They crashed into each other when they raced to grab the doorknob.
“Are you guys, okay?” you said, the door slamming open. They both nodded and stood in attention. “You gonna let me in or—”
“Come in!” Clark said, pushing Peter away.
“Thanks for coming,” Peter said, following you as you walked in. There were two single beds on each end of the room. Clark’s side had posters for rock bands you’ve never heard of, pictures of an old couple, a dog with a blonde girl, and a farm on his desk. Peter, on the other hand, had tools and physics textbooks piled up on his.
“Anywhere but there,” you said, sitting on Clark’s bed. “Neat place you guys got. Kinda crazy they let you two live together. Your neighbors must hate you.”
“Erm…why?” Clark said, opening the beer bottles.
“You guys are dating right?” you said, swiping your finger in the air pointing at them.
“What? No we’re not!” Clark said, brows raised.
“Why do you sound so fucking offended, Clark?” Peter said, taking the bottles from his hands. He hands you one, the bottle icy cold.
“Really? I thought you guys worked so well together because you guys secretly fucked,” you said, taking a swig of your beer. “The whole Spider and Steel schtick. ”
“Well we’ve known each other since freshman year—and we live together so we kinda just live and breathe each other,” Clark said, after taking a sip of his.
“And you guys don’t think that sounds gay,” you laughed.
“Not if you put it that way,” Peter said. You took a big sip of your beer, spilling some on your lips that dripped down your chin and to your neck. “We’ve never done anything like—that.”
Peter heard Clark audibly gulp.
You pat your hands on Clark’s dark blue sheets. “Would you guys want to though?”
They both scrambled to sit beside you. “Only if it’s with you,” Peter said. Then it was decided. You closed your eyes and met Pete’s hungry lips, his kiss soft and gentle. He tried to hold back, but your tongue teased his lips and made him meet yours.
You gasped for air and caught a glimpse of Clark who patiently watched. He felt your hand on his cheek, pulling him to your lips. Clark kissed like it was his first time, sloppy, wet, but his hands were firm on your waist, your shoulder brushing against the hard muscle of his chest.
Peter watched as his best friend kissed and moaned to your kiss. Peter licked his lips and dove right into your neck, nipping the skin and tracing his palms on your thigh. Your moans were sweet and tempting, Peter wanted to touch you more and make your sounds echo in the room.
You snaked your hand through Peter’s hair, pulling him back to your lips. Clark hungrily kissed the corner of your mouth. Both of their lips covered the heat of your mouth until all three of you were sharing each other’s breaths.
It was exhilarating. You breathed them both into your embrace. Licking and tasting each other while exchanging the most desperate moans. You pulled yourself back, resting on your elbows as you watched the two boys’ desperate kisses linger.
Their tongues swayed together, saliva glistening their swollen pink lips. They soon realize you were watching from a distance. Dumbfounded they both stared at each other and panned their heads to you, mischievously smiling at them.
“I guess my work here is done,” you clapped, standing up.
“Please don’t leave,” Clark said, breathlessly.
You saw their cocks bulging from their jeans. Their eyes looked glassy against the dim lights, a pair of blue and brown eagerly begging for your attention.
Clark held your hand and gently lulled you to the bed. “Just let us do all the work,” he said, going down on his knees to kiss your thigh. Peter followed suit, helping you undress. They both gasped when they finally saw you naked.
They dug their faces into your crotch, building a harmony of licking, kissing, and sucking that made your sensitive sex tremble. You’ve been with one person before, but having the two of them take turns like they knew how to complement each other was a skill that you have never seen before.
You reclined yourself back to the bed resting on your elbows. The two boys took each thigh and placed it on one of their shoulders, ceaselessly pleasuring your sex with their mouths. Their wet tongues and soft lips trickled and kissed all over your center making their faces slick with spit and arousal.
They both traced your sex and eventually found each other’s mouths once again. The sight was too good for you to see. Your legs trembled from all the pleasure but seeing them both desperately taste your arousal made you reach your first climax of this night.
Clark pulled back to admire the scene, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Peter continued to kiss your sex, teasing its most sensitive parts with the pads of his fingers. Clark pulled the hem of his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his broad frame and muscular chest. He unbuckled his pants to let out his hardness, a trail of spit leaves his lips and falls directly to his big cock.
“Don’t be greedy,” Clark said, pulling Peter by his hair.
“Can’t help it—tastes so fucking good,” Peter said, eyes up to you with longing. You gestured for him to come closer, giving him a kiss once more. You shared the taste of your arousal while you roughly unbuckled his belt.
Clark saw your abandoned sex, flushed with color and wet. He took two of his long fingers and toyed gleefully on your hole, trailing around just before he could push in.
You took your lips and buried it in Peter’s cock. He shuddered from the warmth, the pink tip of his cock dripping with precum. “Yeah—there you go, suck on it, pretty.”
“Can I, erm. Can I fuck you—please,” Clark said, his voice dry. You tried to utter a word but your body betrayed you, so you nodded instead. Clark eagerly placed his big hands on your waist, guiding his cock to fully sheath inside your whole. You gagged on Peter’s cock from the immense pressure; but your sex loved the sensation, it gave Clark more wetness to use, to make his cock slip deeper.
Clark’s sweat dripped down to your belly, his thrusts were slow and hard, the tip of his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you. Peter teased your nipples as he fucked your mouth. Tears fell from the corner of your eyes, overstimulating your senses beyond all control.
They both stopped to let you shift positions. You went on all fours with Peter on the headboard, thighs spread while his cock pointed north. Clark knelt on the edge of the bed, admiring the way you arched your back so your ass was facing him.
You went to sucking Peter’s cock again, wagging your ass to get Clark’s attention, not like he looked anywhere else. Your body was so sore, knees trembling, arms aching from keeping your position. They both fucked you at the same pace, the entire feeling of their cocks hitting the walls of your body at the same time made you uncontrollably drip with arousal.
The two boys enjoyed how beautiful you looked under their gaze, a dream they have always wanted. “I’m so close,” Peter said, rolling his hips up and down, his hand holding your head for control.
“Me too, buddy,” Clark said.
“Go for it, please—cum in me,” you whined. They rocked their hips and gripped onto your body, bending forward, weakening their posture. Clark’s forehead was inches away from Peter’s face, his breaths were hot on Peter’s face. Clark took one hand and pulled on his best friend's hair, crashing their lips together.
Their thrusts became rough and rhythmic, losing their strength and eventually emptying their climax into you.
You swallowed Peter’s cum as you watched them continue to kiss. “Mission accomplished,” you chuckled.
“We’re not done, honey,” Clark said. “It’s your turn now.”
They spread your legs open once more, taking each side of your neck to pepper with kisses. Peter took his finger and curled them inside you, making an intricate roll on the tips of his fingers to the sensitive spot inside you. Clark took his hand and stroked your sex, his bicep bulging with a thick vein as he moved his arm fast.
“You did so well,” Peter whispered in your ear. You whined under their grasp with your chest heaving.
“Go on, cum pretty,” Clark said, nibbling on your ear lobe.
Your voice cracked against the silent night, a wave of unwavering pleasure crashing onto you. They peppered your face with kisses while Peter stroked your hair, guiding you to take deep breaths. Clark went to grab some cold water.
You woke up to their arms around you, Peter’s head resting on your side while Clark adorably snored next to your shoulder. You tried to move so as not to wake them, grabbing your clothes on the floor.
They shifted on the bed, Peter’s head nudging Clark’s chest. You let out a quiet chuckle.
pairing: peter parker x black cat!male reader
summary: three months of being vigilante fuck buddies has gotten peter wanting for something more.
warning: 18+ | male reader smut, public sex, anal and oral
word count: 1k
note: excuse the lack of capital letters this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away lol anyways hello I'm back!
peter’s back hit the concrete wall with you hands already at his neck. you pressed your lips through his mask, which made his sex stir in his suit. this whole ordeal with you two was intoxicating for him, the restraint, the hidden identities, the secrets.
you slid your fingers through the hem of his mask, pulling it up just by his nose. his lips were already red and agape, deep breaths huffing through the cold night air. “admit it, spider. you missed this—missed us.”
peter held onto your waist to pull you closer to his body. he wanted you so badly. he wanted his fingers to trace all your familiar curves, all the spots where your will would bend to his. “you have no idea.”
he pulled his gloves off and dropped them on the rooftop floor to touch your cheeks. he hungrily took your lips deeper, teasing your mouth with his tongue. his moans were so desperate you couldn’t help but to smile through the kiss. “then have me. tonight, i’m all yours.”
“and tomorrow?” he said, his lips quivering with want. you didn’t answer, instead you touched his erection, hard and bulging through his tight suit he gasped through your lips. “fuck—-“
“is this what you want?” you whispered. peter’s senses were going haywire. your voice reverberated in his ears, his nose filled with the smell of your body wash and the light musk of your skin. he did want this, but he wanted more. more touching, more kissing, more of you.
you dropped your kisses to his neck, he smelled like fresh laundry and antibacterial soap, but your heart swelled knowing it was his unique scent. perhaps your effect on him was the same as his effect on you.
you continued to stroke his cock through his suit, a dark blue spot forming at its tip. his hands went underneath your suit to grab the meat of your ass. you sped up your pace, earning a guttural moan from peter. his nails dug deep into the flesh of your behind.
you made quick work of undressing him. for the past months of your nightly escapades the two of you have memorized each snap and zipper of your suits.
peter looked down to see you drop to your knees, your fingers wrapped beautifully around his hard cock. for a second his vision blurred just as you wrapped your lips around him. it was hot and thick, stretching your jaw just to accommodate for its size. “you’re so good at this, fuck”
you bobbed your head along his length, then licked around the reddened tip to taste his precum. his whimpers turned you on so much, you palmed your own erection and he noticed that very well. “ah—ah stop,”
“did i hurt you? you okay?” you said worriedly.
“i’m fine. i just—it’s your turn,” he pulled you up for another kiss, he can taste the hint of his arousal in your mouth. he unclasped your belt so he could pull your pants down to your knees.
“no it’s fine—it’s all about you tonight,” you moaned, the air felt so cold in your bare skin.
“turn around, cat,” he said, his tone more authoritative now. he used his the wetness from his cock to lubricate his hand, then he made use of it to stroke your erection. your knees buckles, gasping as you held onto the wall of the rooftop for support. “suck on these,” he slid two fingers in your mouth, you already know where this was leading.
you arched your back to show him off, and peter admired how needy you were. “fuck,” he whispered, you always knew what would make him weak. he teased your hole with the tip of his dick before slowly thrust inside. your hole felt so warm compared to the cold air. your back was against his chest as he pulled you in closer. his muscular arm wrapped around your waist as the other stroked your cock.
his hips moved slow at first, making sure it wouldn’t hurt you. but the sheer size of him made you lose hold of your self. your muscles felt sore but your mind ordered it to be in place and take whatever peter was giving you.
“i want this too, i want to be with—fuck—with you,” you moaned. desperately holding onto the wall as your cock leaked around peter’s hands making each stroke feel better and better.
“hm?” peter groaned.
“earlier—you asked of what we’d do tomorrow,” you said, bending your neck back so he could kiss you again. “i want to be with you, show you who i really am behind this mask,”
“fuck, do you mean that?” peter said, his climax coming close. his heart pounded so loudly inside his chest it was so euphoric.
“yes—ah fuck, go harder please,” peter could die from joy, he kissed you once more, stroking your cock at the same pace his thrusts.
“fuck baby, you’re perfect for me,” the two of you gasped so loud the tenants below you must have heard. you collapsed in front but peter quickly scooped you up. he checked on to make sure you were okay before littering your face with sweet kisses.
the next day at esu, peter heard a familiar voice call for him.
“excuse me, i think i’m a bit lost,” you said, lugging around your backpack. peter looked to finally see the face behind the mask, and he was awestruck.
“nah, you’re right where you belong,” he held your hand and pulled you close to him.
it was a hot summer day in the city. matt paced around the apartment trying to get some chores done while he had free time. you tried your best to help him but he wanted none of your help, finish your work i’ll be busy doing mine, he said.
he reached for the pots and pans in his overhead kitchen cabinet, his shirt too small and worn out it was almost see through against the sunlight. the garment clung to the contours of his arms and shoulders stretching along the large expanse of his back.
he was already sweaty from hours of work, his dark hair plastered over his forehead, tiny beads dripping down his nape and into the neckline of his shirt. you were supposed to be staring at your computer, your fingertips parked over the keyboard as you watched the hem of his shirt rise above his navel exposing pale skin.
you felt the hair on your nape tense, your lips dry from the heat—or maybe something else. the pots were quite difficult to put on top of each other, sliding down every time matt pushed them up. his shirt would lift and sway as if taunting you. beads of sweat dripped down the curves of his abs down to the trail of hair leading to his—
“everything alright there ?” he asked, managing to fit the pots like lego pieces.
“this report is stressing me out,” you replied. matt could sort of tell. your heartbeat was fast, precipitation forming at your forehead and nape. he could smell his body wash on your skin along with the skincare you were trying to get him on. “this heat isn’t helping either.”
“no, it really isn’t,” he said, voice low and comforting. he patted his hands together before pulling his shirt off, using the garment to wipe his damp skin. now your gaze was nowhere near the screen.
he could hear the dry swallow you just made, earning a cheeky smile from him that made his dimples show. matt loved to tease, he thrived in making you break. now he was cleaning the windows, trailing his fingertips on the window frame to feel the dust lessen as he wiped repeatedly with a rag.
the garter of his sweatpants was already weak and loose.the hem moving lower and lower as he moved, the only thing keeping them in place was the roundness of his behind and the bulge between his legs.
your rubbed your thighs together, already tensed up. heat rose to your cheeks, jaw clenched as he seemed to ignore all the tells you were showing.
you clenched your eyes shut and shook your head, getting back to work. as you finished your report you could feel matt’s presence behind you doing all sorts of movement, moving laundry, mopping the floor, putting away his stacks of paperwork.
then the heat of his breath tickled your nape. “i could smell how turned on your are from the kitchen.”
you turned your head, eyes wide. “what—no, i wasn’t.”
“getting all riled up from me cleaning?” he chuckled. “i need to go get a shower, wanna come?”
undercover agent!reader takes wounded dex to the only doctor they know dr. jack abbot - dex taunts abbot and the night turns into who worships reader the best
summary: peter’s heightened senses comes in handy at night.
warning: 18+ male masturbation , gender neutral reader , perv peter again lol, reader has a bad hook up, toys
pairing: peter parker x gender neutral reader
Peter has gotten used to the noises inside his apartment building. He’s been getting better at tuning his strong senses so that the noises couldn’t overwhelm him. Tonight he was deep into reading a lecture for one of his classes.
There were some banging behind the thin walls, yelling spouses, barking dogs, all seemed so familiar by now. He checked the time. 1 AM.
He cursed, he has been so stressed and tired lately he’s forgotten of the time. He set his books and pens away and got ready for bed, stripping to nothing but his shirt and a pair of boxer shorts before he pulled his blanket.
The ceiling stared back at him, plain and unassuming. The wall seemed to whisper behind his head in soft and low whimpers. To the naked ear it could mean nothing, but to Peter it was more precise. He could hear the bed creak and shake.
He knew that voice, that low and aching tune. It was you.
He heard another voice, a man whining and crying out as he quickly fucked you. He noticed the sounds you made didn’t feel genuine, like it was a chore for you to be with the man.
“Fuck, that was good,” The man said. “Think we can do this again next week?”
You murmured, an obvious lie this man didn’t have the sight to read.
Peter’s brows scrunched. He didn’t even ask you if you finished.
When the sound of your door shut, he heard you let out a sigh. “I don’t know why I do this to myself.” You rummaged the bottom drawer of your nightstand to look for the only thing that has been making you feel joy for the past weeks.
You whispered a long curse when the buzzing toy hit your sex.
Peter felt his cock stir. He could picture you under your sheets, legs quivering while you rubbed the toy over your crotch.
He closed his eyes, rubbing a hand on his growing erection as he focused on your sounds. Not only were his hearing heightened, but his sense of smell and taste too. He smelled your freshly washed sheets, the scent of your soap and shampoo, and the sweet taste of your arousal that clung to the air.
Peter pulled down his boxers. His hard cock got caught in the tight band. This was wrong.
He knew you. The neighbor that kept his packages from getting stolen and the one that would give him extra food and snacks. It would be stupid of him if he lied about having a small crush on you, but he didn’t even know your name.
“Peter—” you moaned. He shuddered, did he ever tell you his name? The sound of his name from your lips made his cock twitch, pointing high up north with the tip blushed pink. He wanted to silence your moans with the thickness of his cock, make you bob on it and get it nice and wet.
Peter took the bottle of lotion on his nightstand, spreading a dollop on his calloused palm. His fist was tight on his cock, carelessly stroking. He imagined things differently however, your touch would be soft and gentle, teasing his tip and making him leak.
He heard you open a bottle of lube, spreading it around the silicone toy before slowly pressing it in your hole. You drew out a whine as you pushed it deep. Your tight muscles curved around the ridges on the toy, tingling your senses.
You toyed with your nipples while you flicked your wrist. Peter echoed your curses, his cock leaking precum over his finger making each stroke slick and good.
I could treat you better, Peter thought. Make you come over and over again.
You cried out once more, your legs shaking as the toy’s vibration went harder. The images forming inside your mind consisted of nothing but your neighbor. You imagined his naked body you once saw on his balcony. His muscular arms pinning you down as he eclipsed the moonlight.
Your arousal dripped down your legs as you imagined the sharp contours of his abdomen flex as he fucked his cock into you. He would have been covered in sweat, his dark brown curls plastered over his forehead, lips moaning out your name.
“Peter, I need you so badly,” your words encouraged him more, hips rising as he stroked. Peter wanted to jump to your balcony and open your window, it took so much of his strength to control himself.
You pulled your head back to the pillow, shaking and squirming with the toy ceaselessly triggering your arousal. Peter was close, and by your erratic breathing he knew you were close too.
“Fuck—I’m gonna cum,” Peter gasped, shooting cum all over his shirt.
You cried out, digging your fingers into the sheets, your wetness dripping all over your legs and soaking the sheets.
The room was humid when you woke up the next day. Your bottom half, still naked from last night. You opened the windows to let in some breeze, a box hitting your foot when you stepped out into the balcony. Inside was a bottle of water and some snacks.
Hope you feel better. - Neighbor Peter.
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summary: s!pollen fic with clark this time ft. mysterious kryptonite
warning: 18+ mdni, s!pollen, bjobs, whiny needy clark, clark curses (once!)
pairing: clark kent x gender neutral reader
a/n: sorry for being mia life was busy :(( pls accept this as my apology
The normal human body shouldn't be able to withstand flying at the speed of sound, especially if the human is a reporter with motion sickness and no prior experience being a pilot. The T-Craft skidded through the ice enveloping the canopy with snow.
It was your first time coming to Clark’s secret hideout, and your first time in the Arctic. The ice beneath your feet rumbled and cracked as the doors of the massive fortress opened. The robots welcomed you in, their rambles were lost in your thoughts, the only thing you could think of was Clark.
“Is he okay?” you said, rushing inside.
“Mr.Terrific has stated that only you could help him,” the robot with a four in his chest said.
“Me?” you said. “I’m a reporter, not a doctor.”
In the middle of the main lobby of the fortress sat Clark, bruised and whimpering using his cape as a makeshift blanket. You rushed to him, his skin painfully hot. His face was blushed pink with his dark curls sticking to his skin. Your touch seemed to ease the pain, his arms were wrapped around his abdomen, his back arched.
“Are you okay?” you said. “What the hell am I saying of course you’re not.”
“Luther…he used a synthetic form of Kryptonite,” he said, his voice hoarse and dry. “I feel so hot.”
“Maybe you should get your suit off then,” you touched his nape where the latches were but he quickly took your hand, his grip strong.
“No–” he said, he would occasionally shut his eyes from the pain, the whites around his eyes burned red.
“What do you mean no. You’re burning up Clark,” you said. He shuffled on the chair, his cape falling off of his thighs. What surprised you was the hardness underneath his red trunks. The kryptonian fabric almost tore at the seams, his large cock bulging through the garment.
“Shit,” it was the first time you’ve heard Clark swear. “Superman robots shut down!”
In unison the robots shut down, the lights on their eyes dimming to black. Clark started to unbuckle his belt falling down the hard floor with a loud bang. “It hurts,” he whimpered.
“Mr. Terrific knows?” he nodded.
Who saves Superman when there’s no one to save him?
You help him off his suit. Every time your hands would graze his bare skin he would shudder. His wet pale skin glistened against the bright lights, accentuating each hard muscle in his body. When there was nothing left to undress he just sat there, heaving yet aching for your touch.
“Are you sure about this?” you asked. He nodded. You were awestruck with his beauty. His brows furrowed, pleading to you with his blue eyes and plump lips. His body was a large expanse of muscle, veins tracing the lines of his limbs. For the past few months you were dating Clark, today was the first time you could actually see each detail of his body.
You smoothed your hands across his thick thighs, the faintest pricks of hair tickled the pads of your fingers. In between his thighs lie his big dick, fairly trimmed hair, a long and thick shaft where a vein bulged, and the pink tip that was already glistening with his arousal.
Clark shuddered from each touch, your fingers were awfully cold. He watched as you kissed his tip, licking the bead of precome. His whole body tensed, he felt like his soul was sucked inside your breath, and when you finally bottomed out and sucked him whole, he knew he was done for.
“Ah, honey,” he gasped. His finger dug into the sides of the chair, the metal bending under his grip.
“Did I hurt you?” you said, jaw hurting from the girth.
Clark melted under your graze, batting your lashes at him with a string of saliva linking your swollen lips to the tip of his cock. Using your spit as lube, you started stroking the rest of his shaft with both of your hands, simultaneously flicking your wrists with a rhythm that made Clark arch his back in pleasure.
“Honey, I’m so close,” he cried out. His body was writhing while his chest heaved rapidly. You continued to lick and suck around the sensitive head, you could taste the saltiness from his pleasure. The sensation that was being drawn out of Clark’s sex made him feel weak, he thought that if anyone could finally break the man of steel it would be now.
You looked up at him again while you pulled out, letting his cock pop against your cheeks. He flexed his biceps behind his head, gripping the headrest. Clark shook in his head in disbelief, his curls were messy all over his forehead. “Stop,” he shouted, his voice cracking. “I need to feel you.”
He pulled you in for a needy kiss. The chair went flying across the room with the flick of his hand, breaking into a million pieces. He took you to a different room in the fortress, a kingsized bed covered in pristine white sheets.
“You couldn't have made me do you here? My knees and my neck hurt,” you teased.
“Couldn’t think straight,” he scratched the back of his neck. He looked so adorable, this giant of a man was so needy for you. “Can we continue now? It still hurts, you know.”
You undressed for him, throwing your clothes to god-knows-where. He eclipse the lights above you, all you could feel was his heft all over your body, and the hard cock teasing your entrance.
“Gosh you’re so tight,” he moaned, gently pushing every inch. His hands snaked under your knees, pulling them up as he fully sheathed in. You let out a loud cry, he stretched you out beating any guy or toy before him. You tried to stifle your noises on the corner of his neck. “No need to be quiet, sweetie. No one can hear us.”
The slick of your hole made Clark weaker and weaker. His body radiated more heat from the sun, his flesh filled with more blood making his grip on you tight and his thrusts strong. On the slight chance you opened your eyes, you could see the red glow in the center of his blue eyes. Clark felt his humanity wane, his clasp on his own mundane strength could falter, he could hurt you.
He pulled away, touching his bridge near his tear ducts.
“Clark, what’s wrong?” He faced away from you.
“I almost lost control,” Clark sobbed. “This is what Luthor wanted, he wanted me to hurt you.”
“Clark—” you touched his face and made him face you. “I know you. You could never hurt me.”
You pulled him in for a kiss, gently guiding him on his back. Clark let out a small whine when you let his lips go. You traced kisses all over his neck down to his chest while taking your place on his lap. Clark let out a breathy moan when you descended onto his cock.
“I love you, Clark,” you whispered, slowly rocking on his hardness. He held your hips for support, thrusting into you at the same pace. Your hands found his chest, smoothing over them, grazing his nipples.
“I love you too,” he said, voice deep and husky. You both were at the edge of your climaxes, rising above shooting pleasure all over yourselves. His come flooded inside with so much warmth. Your own arousal drenching your thighs and the base of his cock.
You fell back onto his lips, exchanging air while catching your breaths.
The sounds of clanking metal woke you. You were dressed with a clean set of boxers and a shirt that was way too big for you. The Superman robots walked around the rooms cleaning up debris and metal. Clark came into the room wearing a white shirt and some grey sweatpants, in his hands were two paper bags with the bottoms covered in grease.
“Thought you would've wanted some Big Belly Burger after what we did,” he said, putting them down on the nightstand and pulling a handful of french fries.
“You flew back to Metropolis to get burgers?” you said, rummaging the contents of the paper bag.
“Yeah,” he said playfully. “Gosh, I’m so hungry,” speaking while filling his mouth.
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