✧˚₊‧ peter cumming in his pants when you sit on his face!
it’s been far too long since peter has fucked.
yes, you fucked him that one when you had to figure out who in the hell you fucked because he disappeared before you woke up; you’d eventually remember when you saw parker’s tank-top on the floor.
you remember his pathetic whimpers as he piston into you, the way he fucked sloppy and the way he refused to even pull out once, like it was physically impossible for him to pull out— and in some ways? it was… and you also remember, oh yeah! you have his phone number now, so of course, when the night is late, when nobody is around and you’re far too horny for your own good? guess he’d do the trick.
and peter, for all of his flaws, has a really good green flag if you ask the right person; he loves when women sit on his face.
he lovesssss getting a face full of pussy, his tongue licking up and down their folds and tasting all of their juices all over his face. he loves feeling trapped under thighs and under someone in full control… and he loved it especially tonight, when he hasn’t gotten the feeling in forever, and you put all your weight on him.
“p-peter! peter!” your moans echo off the wall just like they did two weeks ago as this time, it wasn’t his cock drilling in and out of you, it was his tongue lapping you up and down.
his rough hands grab your waist and keeps you on him, moaning against your cunt as your fingers stroke his hair. “mhm… so good b-baby.” his moans are broken, blushing as he can’t stop his tongue. “s’so’so good.” he mutters, feeling his cock twitch as his mouth tastes more of of your pussy. “could eat you all fuckin’ night, sweet girl.”
you rock on his face, both of your hands in his hair as he continues to lick and suck on your wet pussy. his legs shake a little, eyes rolling back at the taste of you entering his mouth— you taste so good.
“peter! p’peter! ohhhhh fu-fuckkkk!” you moan out, fingers yanking at his brown hair as you look down at him, shuddering at seeing him.
he didn’t hold himself back— he couldn’t, that’s the thing with his powers; yes, he’s spider-man and one of the downsides? he can’t hold himself back when pleasure overloads his senses… and in no time at all… he feels his balls clench and his cock vibrates in his pants.
and suddenly, he feels ropes of heavy semen leave his cock and stain his pants, unloading in his boxers as he cums— just by you sitting on his face.
you feel him tremble under you and you furrow your brows, looking at him with a mouth agape and turn your head, seeing his grey sweatpants become stained in the crotch area. you turn your head back at him and seeing the blush of embarrassment on his face.
“peter!”
“mhm— what?”
you shake your head as you groan at the vibrations against your cunt. “you— you just cummed? what- what the fuck?”
he shakes his head in between his thighs, running his hands up and down your back. “…’m sorry… you just t-taste so good… fuck…”
oh this absolutely pathetic man.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, i luv this pathetic ass man. also??? the amount of support on my first peter oneshot? didn’t expect that but if people want more penis parker, they gonna get penis parker!
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✧˚₊‧ down bad! peter parker who fucks like he’s mindless !
it’s not like he’s touch starved for any sort of real connection; everyone who he loves doesn’t know who he is, he doesn’t have anyone to go home to besides that red and blue stupid spider-man suit that mocks him from the hanger. he watches the news as people cheer for him but no one wants him.
truly wants him. peter parker, not spider-man.
peter parker is a man who is starved of touch. he can live with no connection— it was just him and his aunt for many years… but the feeling of another person’s hands on him that wasn’t some goon in manhattan trying to put him to early retirement… it was foreign to him.
it’s been four years since mj, and he hasn’t felt anything on his body… except now, his breaking point.
youre not quite sure how you ended up in his vicinity anyway, but you did. you were simply in professor banners class when he came running in at the last minute, completely sloppy looking and out of his mind to talk to the professor. you stayed back to watch him ramble to him, seeing how disgruntled he looked, the bruises on his jaw and his forearm peaking out under the empire state hoodie.
when he left, you left, and you asked for his number.
that’s how you ended up here; in his messy bed, his cock thrusting in and out of you like a piston. he’s rough with his thrusts but gentle with his hands, like his fingers are trying to mark every single inch of your body, his lips haven’t left your neck since he’s thrusted.
“o-oh god baby.” he whispers, voice cracking under the pressure of your pussy clenching down on him. your nails rake down his biceps,
you moan around him, listening to his chorus of whimpers and pleads as the wet sound of his cock forcing its way into your puffy folds fills his mundane apartment bedroom. “f-fuck peter! keep going! oh fuck!”
the apartment walls in this place may not be the thickest, but peter’s cock is, so you don’t care that your moans could probably be heard from top floor to basement.
he moans when your fingers create more markings into his body, his senses going haywire with each stroke of his dick. “feels good baby? pussy needing me s’so much, don’t you?” he whispers, sucking on his right thumb before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. “never letting you go, swear to god, fucking christ…”
each one of his thrusts picks up with the speed and velocity only a man like peter parker could display. you couldn't describe it but you felt so full but so good at the time time. your eyes rolled back as he kisses your cheek, feeling his balls slap against your clit.
he kept thrusting like he had something to lose; his hands touched you like he was trying to keep a reminder to himself what a female body felt like, what another human's body felt like under his own callous palms.
he's never felt like this in four years, and now, he's a selfish man and who could blame him?
peter was a man suffering in silence, currently thrusting into you like he was personally trying to break your cervix— and you didn't mind it, feeling like heaven itself as his forearms cage your head, kissing your face even as the tears flow from overstimulation, his mouth catching each one.
he brings you closer and closer, groaning deep into your ear as you tighten around him. the bed was louder than you at some points but you didn't even try to be quiet.
if anyone truly knew what peter parker was suffering with for four years... they'd understand why he fucks like this. why he fucks like it's his last day on earth. why his cock ruins you like it's never done before... and you didn't quite understand the full extent of it...
you just understood peter parker making you cum, and feeling ropes of his hot and heavy cum filling your pussy.
and in the same night? he tucks you in and sneaks out the fire escape, because peter parker only gets temporary joy when the city needs spiderman all the time.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, brand new day is gonna eat so hard. ive never written for peter, but he was so fucking fine in that trailer, so why not write for him. sadie, tom, and zendaya in the same movie + promotion is gonna be so funnnnn, I can’t fucking wait. I do not care; i will somehow get a sadie hot ones episode as well as a sadie vs tom hot ones episode because I said so.
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summary: steve wants to know what it’s like to celebrate father’s day
It was no surprised Steve wanted kids – I mean, his six little nugget confession had become a running joke in the group – but as you two got older, things started to speed up and after all the responsibilities as adults came, kids got pushed to the back burner.
It was a surprise when Max and Lucas announced her pregnancy two years after they graduated. They were so young but they were happy and when they had their daughter, Eleanor, everyone fell in love with her. Steve especially.
Today was Lucas’ first father’s day and the group made the plan to spend the day together to celebrate him and his newfound fatherhood. Steve was practically glued to baby Eleanor – he begged Max to help him feed her, burp her and soothe her to sleep. He looked so perfectly content the entire day.
And the minute you two left? He pounced.
It’s well into the evening now – hours have passed since you arrived home and not once have you made it off the bed.
Steve is laying over you, chest to chest, with your legs spread wide for him to settle between. His cock is buried so deep inside you, kissing your cervix with every deep thrust.
You’re a mindless mess underneath him. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding him like a lifeline. Your hair is a knotted mess against your pillow, eyes droopy and hooded from borderline exhaustion.
“Fuck you feel s’good, baby,” Steve moans into your ear. His skin feels slippery from the light layer of sweat glistening from it. His hair is wild and damp, undoubtedly tender from the way you’ve tugged on it all night.
You’ve given up on trying to respond verbally and instead let your body do the talking.
Your nails dig into the back of his neck, legs closing and ankles locking around his waist – pulling him deeper into you.
“Shitt,” He whines. His thrusts pick up in speed and he lifts his head from the crook of your neck to look at you. “‘M gonna fill this pretty pussy, yeah?” He breathes.
You nod before you can even fully comprehend him. Right now, you’d give him whatever he asks for.
He smiles down at you. “You’d look so pretty pregnant with my baby. So full of me all the time, everyone would know,”
Your pussy spasms around his cock as he speaks and his hips stutter at the sensation. Your thighs quiver around his waist but you beg for more.
“I would – I would!” You cry out, breath shuddering when the tip of his cock hits that perfect spongey spot inside you
“I know you would, honey,” Steve grunts, thrusting harder as his orgasm approaches. “Can’t wait for it to happen. Can’t wait for you to make me a dad – you’d be such a good mom, baby,”
Every time he opens his mouth, It was obvious his day cosplaying dad got to him.
He’s whining almost incoherently at this point, his cock twitching inside you with every thrust. The room is surrounded with the unmistakable smell of sex and the sound of his skin smacking against yours.
You lift your head to look down at where he connects with you. There’s a white creamy ring around the base of his cock, growing more and more wet the more he thrusts inside you, and your pussy practically drools around him.
You’re both so close it almost hurts.
You look back up at him – A curl hangs over his forehead, his skin flushed and rosy. His lips are parted, soft groans and whines slipping past. His face is twisted in overwhelming pleasure but he does his best to keep his eyes on you.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
“Do it Steve,” You whine, back arching into him. “Make me a mommy, make me yours.”
Almost instantly, your words push him over the edge. His eyes squeeze shut and he pushes himself deep to a hilt inside you – you can feel his cock pulse as warm ropes of cum shoot inside you.
It’s enough to kickstart your own orgasm. Stars cloud your vision and for a few seconds, all sound washes away and all that’s left is Steve. His body, his warmth, his smell, just him.
Steve slams his mouth against yours, swallowing every cry and whine you give him as you ride out your high. Your thighs convulse so hard around him, he uses both palms to squeeze them in place.
You both lay wrapped in each others arms for a few moments as your breathing returns to normal. Steve moves first, gently lifting himself off you and slowly pulling out.
You whimper from the sting of the loss of him and he gently shushes you, planting kisses across the expanse of your ribs and stomach. He kisses a trail down your sternum until he reaches the inside of your thighs.
His warm mouth kisses, sucks, bites along the skin of your thighs – leaving marks in his wake until he’s in eye-line with your pussy. He watches the way his cum begins to leak out of you but before it can slip onto the bed, his hand raises and he scoops his spent in his fingers. Without warning, he slowly begins to fuck his cum back inside you.
You mewl at the intrusion – overstimulation already holding onto you but he doesn’t stop.
“You can take it baby,” Steve murmurs, his index and middle finger pushing in and out of you. “Gotta make sure it sticks, right?”
still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.
a bat was in my room and i told my dad and he didn’t believe me then the bat flew right in front of him, he caught it, then said he didnt believe me bc he thought i was watching stranger things
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