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When Fire Meets Fate [Mitch Rapp]

(gif is not mine, all credits go to the author)

Summary : You couldn't feel feelings or emotions like normal humans did. But you could when your best friend's brother, Mitch the firefighter, had something to do with it.

Pairing : Firefighter!Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warning : 18+ ONLY, MINOR DNI, mentions of fire related lingo, reader is in danger, running (yes it's a warning, I've got asthma), smut, titty worship, oral (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, fingering, slight creampie, pet names (sunshine and sweetheart), mitch is kinda soft but also really much mitch i guess ??

A/N : first post in a while, this one's for birdie nonnie so hope you enjoy love !!

Destiny had a funny way of letting things happen without any kind of warning or explanation. Everyone always repeated that bullshit about things happening for a reason and God working in mysterious ways but nobody ever tried to go deeper into this, try to explain it a little better. It was all about the vagueness and how mysterious it made them seem.

Well fuck that.

Fuck them and their stupid fate. You were the one in control and you knew it when the stupid choices you made would come back to bite you in the ass. They always did. If there was an omnipotent force to guide and even control each and every one of us, then it was doing a shit job because there was no way the decisions you made could be allowed by the universe. There had to be a pop up warning of some kinds to make you think it through at least one last time before actually doing anything.

To some, that pop up warning was sever anxiety and to other it was a little gut feeling that they enjoyed defying to test out their limits. All in all, you had neither, you were simply… empty. It was funny truly, but it made your life ten times more logical. From an outside point you were probably a psychopath with tendencies to tickle danger for the kick of it. Now, to anyone who knew better, meaning very few people, you were desperate.

It was hilarious really, poor you who simply couldn’t feel that rise in your stomach whenever something was wrong or when you were in danger. You simply couldn’t feel shit.

The doctor’s never understood why you, why or how it started. It wasn’t hereditary or anything, you simply couldn’t feel normal human emotions and you hated it, or at least you tried to. It was difficult to know what hate felt like when again, you didn’t feel things.

You had tried, through various technics and nothing had worked. You never cried when you fell and hurt yourself as a child. You weren’t in pain but it was uncomfortable. You never jumped in joy or even smiled whenever you’d be offered something, as pricy and beautiful as it was. You barely moved whenever someone was threatening you or humiliated you. The way you would look at these people right in their eyes had you nicknamed the Soul Searcher. You never lost an argument because you never let yourself be swayed by emotions such as annoyance or fear.

Your emotional impairment made you one of the best lawyers in the business. It was bad for relationships but great for money and business, so you weren’t in such a bad situation. You had learned to find great pros in a situation that pretty much seemed like a big con, another talent of yours.

For someone who couldn’t feel happiness or joy, you were very positive about most things and you were also very observant, making it very easy for you to study emotions and mimic them. Some called it manipulation, you called it adapting. In a society were everyone felt to a certain extent, it was your duty to try and look like them. You were only blending in.

But what were you supposed to do when strange things were creeping up inside you ? When tingles erupted in your stomach and started exploding all over ? Were you supposed to act like nothing was going on ? Could you do both ? Fake it and act like the little burning feeling in the pit of your stomach wasn’t there ?

That was your current situation, the predicament you found yourself in as you watched your office burn down slowly.

You always worked late and stayed behind to catch up on work. You groaned were not particularly fond of big piles of files and or putting things off. For all you knew, you could be dead tomorrow, so might as well do it today, right ? Well, Death had come knocking on your door that day.

With your headphones screwed around your head and blasting the loudest kind of music, you were fully focused on your work. You were the most efficient for a reason. Only emergencies ever managed to pull you out of it. And it was the case that day, when your best friend called in a hurry after sending her own weight in text messages.

“Please tell me you’re at home or out in a bar ! Tell me you went home early ! Tell me you’re not at the firm !”

You could hear the panic and the sniffles, she was crying.

“I’m at the firm, why ? Is everything alright ?”

She had taken a deep breath to hide a sob and failed miserably.

“Can’t you smell anything ?! T-The building… The building is on fire ! You got to get out of there ! Quickly !”

As soon as you had heard those words, that concentration bubble popped, letting the bitter scent of smoke creep into your nostrils. You couldn’t feel panic or fear but you were also actively avoiding death, so you did what she told you, you acted quickly.

You snatched your laptop and your bags as well as the USB drive containing your life’s entire work and ran, you ran as fast as you could, breathing in the toxic smoke. Maybe not the smartest thing to do. You had realized that when you fell unconscious, a few feet away from the exit door, lazily dodging a falling peace of concrete. It had blocked your way, but it didn’t matter anymore, not when you were passing out.

You could hear and see the bright light of a firetruck and the screams of the firefighters calling out for you, one of the voices sounding a little more familiar than the rest, and letting those bubbles explode in your stomach again. What a strange feeling.

When you started waking up, you felt comfort and warmth heating the side of your face. Nuzzling against whatever it was, you when it traveled to your forehead but quickly settled, too exhausted to fight when you felt good either way. The hand on your stomach, caressing it slowly felt good too, very good.

Suddenly jolting awake and sitting up, you looked around frantically, swatting away the hands on your skin and jumping down of whatever you’d been laying on this whole time. With all this movement, the dizziness was quick to get you and lay a cloud of nausea and confusion of you. The reflux of whatever pastry was in your stomach made your sour throat burn and your eyes water.

Was this pain ? Was it what it felt like to not feel good ? To suffer and be able to notice it ? To understand it and recognize it ?

“You have to lie down, otherwise you’ll feel even worse.”

Between the ringing in your ears and your shakiness, the faint voice of the person who had been touching you earlier managed to reach you. When you felt yourself falling again, arms wrapped around you before you could violent meet the floor.

“God, you’re a pain in the ass. Even worse than before.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at a memory he had.

Composing yourself slowly, you took deep breath to gather your wits and register all the informations flooding your brain. As you felt your heartbeat slow down and your stomach settle, you slowly turned to look into the eyes of the man who’d been spinning your world around in such a short period. Or a longer one than what you were ready to admit.

“M-Mitch…”

“Happy to see that you remember me Sunshine. Does Stacy know you’re here ? She called me in a panic saying you worked in the building that burned down.”

You stayed silent and unmoving, practically frozen in time. You were loosing it out here, there was just no other way to describe it.

Mitch Rapp, the bane of your existence if you could describe it.

You did not hate or love, nor did you feel annoyance. But this man made you feel something very close to it and you were not pleased. You’d known him since you were thirteen, when you met Stacy. She’d been the most intriguing person ever to your younger self and still to this day. When everyone ended up leaving you because of your incapacity to feel like normal people did, she had stuck around and made sure to let it be known that she was not going anywhere. She would follow you around and ask you questions after questions. You’d never been bothered by your condition so you answered but the surprise was when she revealed the notebook she kept with everything you’d had told her about yourself. She learned happily and compensated your lack of emotions by what seemed to be an overabundance of them in her. She was necessary to you just like you were to her.

Now, one thing that you were certainly not needing was Mitch Rapp, Stacy’s big brother and an absolute pain in your behind. From the end of middle school to the end of high school, he made sure to push your buttons as far as they could go, in a simple desperate attempt pull himself out of his constant boredom. It being invasive questions or small touches in hallways when no one could see, he did it all.

The only barrier he never crossed was sex and public humiliation. You believe that he respected you to some extent, but his need to amuse himself seem to top it all, and you seemed to be the most interesting thing ever to him. Because where you naturally couldn’t feel and had taught yourself to fake it, he could feel emotions to their extreme and taught himself to simply not feel. Polar opposites, that’s what you were. And maybe that’s what had you develop the closet think you could feel to a crush on your best friend’s big brother. No matter how annoying you found him, he still did things to your heart that no one ever did.

And maybe you’d been far from a simple crush on him, using the term as an excuse. It was a good one right ?

It was even more fun to see how different you were because when you found a way to always be positive no matter what, he believed in nothing but himself. To him, the world was only toying with you and you could let it happen or fight back.

Nothing could link you both other than Stacy, so why was it that he managed to ignite such strange things in you ? It being happiness, interest, annoyance or lust.

You would always be ashamed of it, but you couldn’t help it. It was out of your control, once again, and this time it shattered your whole world.

How ironic of Destiny to choose the man you seemed to avoid at all cost as the only being to successfully make you feel.

It being a simple word or a whisper. Him leaning down to reach you and hear the words you’d mumble whenever he did successfully annoy you. All of it, it made your heartbeat rise, your skin heat up and your hands turned clammy. You even stuttered with him and you hated it. For so long, you wished to be normal but it happening with him and him only was something you couldn’t accept.

“Are you done staring ? Or is it your way of admitting that you like what you see ?”

His deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making your insides shake and while a new wave of confusion and anxiety rose inside of you. You completely ignored his words, staying still and staring at him with a need to jump his bones. Was it the uniform ? Or your high school crush just jumping out after years of repression ? You had done an incredible job avoiding the man so seeing him now, all dirty and looking absolutely divine in his firefighter uniform did have its effect on you. The famous “men in uniforms” type of feeling. It was indeed powerful and vicious too.

This wasn’t good at all. Why were you thinking this way ? Taking time to stare at the parts of him that were exposed and feeling genuine lust wasn’t supposed to happen. You needed to leave.

Looking around, you checked for anything that could be yours, which you grabbed quickly before dashing away, as fast as your current state allowed. You had been running a short distance before finding a place to hide and breath as much as you could. Your throat burned and your limbs felt like they would fall off in a second, but you couldn’t stay so close to him.

As you crouched down, a hand ever your heart and yours eyes screwed shut, you tried to slow your heartbeat but you couldn’t. You could still hear his voice and see his face in your mind. Even his scent tormented you, so much so that you could practically feel the warmth it carried.

Slowly realizing the situation, you looked up to find him there, looking down on you with your phone and your keys. .

“You can’t outrun a firefighter, mostly not with lungs like yours. I bet it burns huh ? Come on, let me help.” He breathed out, crouching down to your level.

When he reached towards you to touch you, your body acted on its own, jerking back and away from his touch. He was quick to react and surrender by raising both his hands.

“You’re safe, I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. Stacy would kill me anyways if I bothered you, especially today.” He promised, his voice sounding softer than usual and soothing you in a matter of seconds.

Moving slowly, you let him pull you to his chest and wrap you in his arms. You were still dizzy and slightly out of it from running with smoked lungs so you ignored the little yelp you let out when his hand slid under your shirt and under the strap of your bra to be held tightly against your skin. When he started making small circles over your skin with his fingers, you felt yourself sink down on top of him, your entire body melting into a puddle as you felt yourself relax and your heartbeat slow down.

You were no doctor but you were practically certain that the massage had no power to fix a painful breathing system, so you wondered why it felt so good to have him press into your vertebral column and help you relax. Your throat was still sore and you would be coughing for a long while but none of that mattered when Mitch Rapp was doing something to you, something that had you purring in the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, that feels good huh ? You like that Sweetheart ? Tell me how you feel.” He ordered in a low voice, his lips grazing the tip of your earlobe.

You stayed quiet, you couldn’t speak. You knew what would happen if you opened your mouth, the most humiliating sound would come out. You knew you’d let out a sound even worse that a simple yelp and you couldn’t have that.

You didn’t understand feelings very well but you wouldn’t let him get his way just because he was bored, even as an adult. You knew you were feeling something intense, standing on the line separating comfort and pleasure. That separation, you’d been standing on it, practically loosing balance each and every time Mitch Rapp was around and toying with you.

You tried to move, to get up and pry yourself out of his grasp but it was two against one, Mitch and your body siding together to fight your mind. He kept you close to him, held you tightly while playing with the hooks of your bra. Maybe you had jumped into the lion’s den by allowing him to help. Because now you were stuck, fighting the urge to respond vocally and let it be known that you wanted more, needed more.

These feelings and emotions, they felt good, so good. The kind of good you never had the chance of experiencing before. This was too much pleasure for you to simply detach yourself and let it go to waste. You wanted to discover more, dive deeper into what it was.

That yelp that you had been trying to conceal, it suddenly shot out of your mouth when he swiftly move you on top of him, having you straddle his muscular thighs. Maybe it was then that your body lost power and control, your brain taking over once again when you felt his bulge press between your ass.

“When I tell you to tell me how you feel, that’s not a suggestion Sweetheart. Let me hear it, how good I make you feel.” He growled, pressing you down on him by the waist.

This was far from simple firefighter intervention. This was Mitch, the Mitch from high school who’d corner you in hallways trying to get you to show him how you felt and what you looked like when you did.

Looking into his eyes, you saw it, that glint of excitement. Not lust, but interest. You were still intriguing to him and he was letting it be known that he hadn’t changed.

You shouldn’t have allowed him around you, not again, not like this, no matter what he made you feel. You were being flooded by emotions, this was what it was like to be overwhelmed. And maybe it had you tear up a little bit, but you were new to this and you didn’t know how to process them.

Looking around you again, you found all your belongings and even the one’s he’d kept. You expected him to keep you locked against him but no. As soon as you showed any signs of wanting to leave, he let go of you. You were surprised but also grateful, standing up on shaky legs and walking away as fast as you could. Your body felt like it would float away and you could still feel his gaze on you, fixated and piercing through your soul.

When you got near the outside of the hospital you’d ran out of, you were lucky to find Stacy waiting for you with a bone crushing hug and a speech about being aware of your surroundings. She might’ve also mentioned her brother telling her your location so that she could pick you up.

When you arrived at your place after convincing Stacy that you could survive on your own and would call if anything was wrong, you found yourself leaning against your door, exhausted beyond measure. You tried to move but you couldn’t, the mind whipping memories of Mitch Rapp playing with the most sensitive parts of you and actually having an effect.

Because with lack of physical or emotional reaction, came lack of sexual pleasure. You just, didn’t enjoy yourself, no matter how long you would try or how good he felt. None of this worked and maybe you were also at fault, constantly comparing them to the little high school crush you couldn’t get rid of. Maybe it was even time to admit that you might’ve loved him a little. Or a lot. You wanted to feel pleasure but to this day, you had to lie and fake orgasms to get out of awkward situations.

As you slid down your door, locking it for the night, you felt the pulsating sensation between your legs, the kind that had started when you were sixteen and would only happen around your best friend’s big brother.

Nothing ever happened but God, your body and mind agreed that you wished it would. You felt your insides scream at you for depriving them of him and what he clearly wanted, just as much if not more than you. Your mind could still vividly feel the large bulge throbbing under you and it was enough for you to flood your panties again.

You were ashamed of your reaction but how were you supposed to control what you weren’t familiar with ?

Reaching down to take of your pants, you mewled loudly when your fingers grazed your dripping core and pressed on your sensitive bud a little longer than what would be appropriate. You had the memory of his fingers pressing your back and soothing your raging heart, his breath against your neck and his strong scent sticking to your nostrils.

Maybe you were too out of it but you weren’t going to let this go to waste, pushing three fingers inside your wet pussy and inhaling deeply when you felt actual pleasure. You felt good. In an attempt to mimic his size, you parted your fingers open and played with your walls. You couldn’t breath properly, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth and your head thrown back. Letting out little noises, your let your fingers rub your insides as you let them go back and forth inside you.

You could feel it vividly, his own member, thick and raging with hormones and lust but also so much more, just waiting to dirty you all over.

Your fingers soaked and your juices dripping all over your lower parts, you cried out in pleasure when you felt your high get close. You cried out in pleasure, his name coming out a few times while you reached down with your second hand. When your thumb grazed your clit you were done for, instantly. This was what it felt like to feel pleasure and to cum.

You sat there, dazed and trembling, for a few minutes before standing up and finally entering your bedroom. After a very much needed cold shower, you dropped on your bed, your bathrobe falling to the floor. You sunk against the mattress, covered yourself and fell asleep in no time, desperately hoping that the night would erase the lingering presence of Mitch Rapp on your sensitive skin.

Maybe if you had been awake just a little longer, you would’ve seen him, leaning against his car, as he stared up to your window.

The night was ineffective. You remembered it all after eighteen days and you hated it. Everywhere you went, you could feel his gaze on you, the way he looked at you while he massaged your back. You could see it all and feel it all as if it was happening all over again. The memory you used to be praised for was now killing you a little bit each and every day.

But to add salt to you wounds, Stacy had given Mitch your number. And for a man who seemed to hate the majority of people and just about any kinds of discussion, he was fucking chatty. It started with simple messages asking how you were doing, then it turned into the kinds that would send your heart into a panic. He was slowly getting you used to his presence, you could feel it but the question was why ?

Why after all these years of not seeing each other, no matter how close your circles were, was he suddenly finding interest in you again ?

This question, you didn’t expect to find a response of any kind. But it seems you wouldn’t have any other choice when you found him, standing there, behind your door with a bag in hand.

You stood there, in your pajamas, looking at him with what seemed to be a blank expression but hid the most violent of hurricanes.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to let me in ?” He tilted his head with what looked like a smile behind extending the bag towards you. “I brought you a care package.”

You stayed quiet but moved out of the way to let him in. As he assed by, his strong scent infiltrated your nostrils and the entirety of your body, making you clench your exposed thighs together. The scent of smoke, wet grass, rain and pine trees, all of it forming the perfect mix to make your brain melt and your body react out of control.

When you felt ready to face him inside your home you finally faced away from the door but crashed directly into something. You looked up to find him staring down on you, a slight look of amusement.

“Where you sniffing me ?”

Fuck, that was humiliating. You tried to open your mouth to respond but no sound came out, just a string of weird faces and silence. You didn’t think you could react any worse, until you felt his hand slide around your waist, letting his fingers graze your skin and leave a soft burn behind.

“Tell me, Sunshine. Were. You. Sniffing. Me. And this time, I want to hear sounds coming out of your mouth. I bet you sound amazing when you’re being honest with yourself.”

His eyes were staring straight into yours and you felt mike he was pillaging your soul, trying to find the truth he was talking about. Who was named the Soul Searcher here ?

For a short second, you started questioning his motives, why was he insisting on seeing you react that much ? It wasn’t as if you would be crying of joy or breaking bones at each reaction so why ? You frowned , staring up at him, before you picked his hand off of you and laid a hand on his chest to push him away.

“Mitch Rapp, I don’t know what you’re hopping to find here, but we’re not teenagers anymore and I won’t let you toy with me and have your way because you’re bored.” You said, unable to conceal the slight annoyance in your voice.

Instead of backing off, he seemed even more amused this time.

“Is that what annoyance looks like on you ? I was working towards something else but I’m not going to complain, this is good, very good.” He asked, a curious grin on his face.

“Stop saying stupid things and go to the living room. It’s that way.” You exhaled, turning towards your kitchen area and walking away.

You met him in the living area, trying to ignore his presence as much as you could. You were feeling crushed under his aura in your own home and you wouldn’t tolerate it, but it seemed like he wanted to see you fight back.

You shook your head, ignoring all your questions and sat in the opposite couch.

“Why are you here ?”

“Well, you’re not very responsive over texts and even less for a phone call. I was worried, I pulled you out of a burning building remember ?” He joked, dropping the heavy bag on your coffee table.

“I pulled myself out of there, Mitch. And do you visit all the victims you save ?”

“No, just you. I came here to check on you too. Make sure your lungs would be fine. Stacy told me you still sucked at taking care of yourself so I needed to make sure you were taking good care of yourself. I was worried you know ? You tried to sprint out of the hospital as soon as you woke up.”

You tilted your head to the side, showing your confusion once more. You doubted the honesty of his motives but you weren’t going to debate him, you did suck at taking care of yourself. You shrugged and slide to the side, allowing him to sit next to you. You stayed still and silent when he grabbed your chin and asked you to open up. You waited until he was done with your mouth to proceed.

“Aren’t you like, off duty or something ?”

He chuckled, hearing your vague words.

“Off duty ?”

“Yeah. Firefighters, they’re off duty when they’re not working, right ?”

“No. Us, Sunshine, we’re not off duty. That’s for cop’s and soldiers.”

“Yeah, same stuff, except you don’t have a gun.” You responded, watching him check on your arms and neck. “Wait, but what do you know about my health anyways ? You’re a firefighter, that’s not your job.”

“I know. But I know my way around basic first aid and things like that, so I’m making sure.”

You wanted to smile, some other things never changed. He always had a thing for taking care of others or saving them. He saved you from countless situations and was always the one to fix you up when you were hurt. Being a firefighter was his calling. And the uniform looked damn good on him.

Looking down on his body with a blank expression, you observed and compared with his looks from years ago. You only ever truly saw him on few occasions and each one had your insides doing backflips. Stacy always made fun of you for gawking at him but she understood, her brother looked good. She even bragged that it was the genetics,

“Well, that’s nice of you. But I’m fine. So you can leave, and take the care package with you. It’ll be useless.” You declared, pushing his hands off of you.

You both stared at each other for a good minute before he removed himself from your grasp to hold you instead. When his hand took hold of yours, he pulled you closer to him, forcing you to lay a leg over his. In a swift move, he grabbed both your wrists in one hand while the other fell on your exposed thighs. Shorts were good to sleep when it was this hot outside, but definitely not when Mitch Rapp was in your living room, playing the deadly kind of game.

“Why are you always trying to get rid of me ?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his voice. You tried to respond but the sound were cut off again when his hand slide higher on your skin.

You looked down, inhaling loudly and biting your lower lip to hide the embarrassing sounds threatening to come out. He watched it all, letting go of your wrists to pull it out from underneath your teeth.

“Do I make you uncomfortable ? Do you hate it when I’m around you ? When I touch you ?”

You managed to free one of your hand, grabbing his wrist to pull his fingers away from your lips, but allowed him to feel your plump lips just a little longer than he should’ve. He looked at them with an unreadable expression but you felt like a lamb standing in front of a wolf, ready to be devoured.

At the thought of being viciously devoured, you couldn’t help the gush of wetness pooling in between your thighs, the sensation of pleasure and desperation infiltrating your mind all over again. You felt it, the heat from last time, it was back and it felt good but also uncomfortable. It wasn’t enough, you needed to quench that thirst flowing all through you.

Without paying much attention, you tried to speak again but this time, opened your mouth wide enough for his finger to slip inside your mouth and rest lazily on your tongue. You saw his eyes darken and heard the low growl erupting in his chest. You lowered his gaze, chuckling as he shook his head, but never took his thumb out of your mouth.

“Fuck…” He sigh, looking at you and warning you with his eyes. “For as long as I’ve known you, Sunshine… You ran from me. Everything I did, you would end up running away or hiding from me. Nothing I did was enough to have you react or stay, and it hasn’t changed.”

Feeling the defiance grow in you, you pulled his thumb out, looking at him with piercing blank eyes.

“Maybe if you stopped trying to get me to react for your own entertainment, I wouldn’t be running. I’m not here to fix your boredom.” You responded, glaring at him.

“Is that what you think ? Did I did all this just because I was bored ?” He asked with narrow eyes, was he angry at your assumption ? When you nodded, you saw his jaw tighten and you couldn’t help but react. Were you into this ? Visible anger, did it turn you on ?

Too busy wondering what new kink you seemed to have, you let your guard down, allowing you to be moved by him, having you sit on his lap again. And there you were, back to the issue you had faced the night of the fire, he was too close for your own sanity.

“Mitch… Let go of me…” You stuttered, trying to maintain your composure but were only met with silence and his firm hands gripping your waist. Younger you was jumping and screaming in happiness but current you wasn’t so happy.

“You keep saying that… That I have to let go of you, stop touching, stop talking to you. But what if I need you Sunshine ? You ever thought of that ?” He whispered the last part, leaning closer to your face. “What if I can’t fucking live without you ?”

This time, his words fall straight down your lower parts, having the exact effect you were trying to avoid. You inhale loudly, trying to avoid his gaze, but he’s quick to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You weren’t the type to cry or feel altogether, but you were ready to cry right now. Why were feelings and emotions so annoying ?

“Why are you bothering me… Why can’t you just leave me and my emotions alone ?!” You asked loudly.

“You think I give a fuck about your emotions ? Sunshine, I don’t care about them. I care about you, that’s all I fucking care about since high school.” He pressed you down on his growing bulge, making you face the pleasure you felt with him. “Every touch in the hallway, every kiss on your cheeks, everything I did, all of it was for you to notice that I was ready to help. Fuck I was borderline desperate to help you and you took it for boredom ? Couldn’t take a fucking step around you without needing to inhale your scent. You even had me loosing it like a fucking idiot every time I saw you inside my house, but to you I was only bored ?”

He was vexed, but still gentle with you, letting you do what you wanted to do. In this moment, you felt all the years of repressed emotions and desires flood you in one big wave that you didn’t even try to contain. All the times you ended up screaming in a pillow because of the things he would say or just how he would say them. Even just looking at you made you feel, and all this time you tried to push it away, to refuse it. Well you were done doing that. For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to respond to his actions by acting however you pleased too.

When you pressed your core down on him, you didn’t expect him to just let go of you and drop hiss head backwards. He leaned his arms on the back of your couch, a small smile on his face before he looked at you again, his eyes clouded by lust and faint restraint. This man decided to control himself now ?

“You can’t do that Sweetheart… What am I supposed to do when you retaliate ?”

“I-Isn’t that what you want ? For me to respond ?” You attempted to keep your voice as steady as you could despite the knot of moans forming in your throat.

“Is that what it is ? A response ? What are you responding to exactly ? And be clear, I want to hear you say it.”

Now he was teasing you, and for a split second, you felt like a teenager again, like the girl he would corner in hallways, kiss on the cheek and call beautiful when no one but him was watching, when no one but him could see you react. For a split second, you understood everything that he always showed you and you started questioning how good you were at reading people. Because you had read Mitch Rapp completely wrong for years.

“I want you to touch me. I want you to touch me until I feel something… Just like I felt before…” You declared, a sudden boost of confidence surging through you.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, you waiting for his answer and him grinning like an idiot with no thought going through his mind. He needed to do something because you wouldn’t have the strength to do it again.

And in good Mitch fashion, he said nothing and acted.

When you asked him to make you feel, a part of you was worried for what would happen next. Were you ready to face whatever reaction he’d pull out of you ? And how would you react exactly ? Because you weren’t just new to this, you were finally accepting it and maybe it would be too much. You were used to being overwhelmed when he was around and never truly managed to deal with it. You hated the idea of simply untrusting the next events to Destiny but clearly you would have any other choice.

As soon as you spoke the words he had desperately been trying to hear, he lifted you up and marched towards your bedroom. You held onto him, staying quiet and avoiding his piercing eyes on you. If you could see what was going through his mind, you would think that he was crazy. There was no other way to explain it, but he couldn’t help it. The things you had him dreaming all throughout high school and even during adulthood, they tormented him for years.

Mitch Rapp had been in love with you since he was eight years old and you took his actions for a desperate attempt to entertain himself.

It was his fault for not being more direct, more honest with himself. All these times, when you’d smile at him or respond to his usual flirting with you own usual blank expression and wittiness. He just couldn’t help it, even if he tried, and it was certain that he never truly tried. He had wasted too much time acting subtle and discreet when the only thing he wanted was to drop to his knees and worship the very group you walked on.

But it was fine. Because now, he would catch up on years of missed opportunities and do everything his dreams had him hoping for. He would show you exactly how much he meant it when he said that it was never boredom.

As soon as he dropped you on the mattress, he did not waste a second trying to be subtle or gentle with you. He promised to make you feel and would do good on his promise, but he couldn’t think straight currently. All of you was made to ruin him and be ruined by him in return.

He watched your body bounce on the bed and for a second, processed exactly what he intended on doing to you, his cock twitching at the simple memory of your plump ass sitting right on the perfect spot and pulling the plug on any rational thought. At first, he came here to check on you honestly, but seeing you in your pretty silk shorts and tank top, he wanted nothing more than be the reason you wouldn’t be thinking or walking straight for the next few days.

He all but ripped his shirt off, and let it fall to the floor before dropping to his knees and pulling you towards the edge of the bed. You would be lying if you said that this little display of strength didn’t make your dripping cunt throb in desperation. You never wanted to be used so much in your life, ready to do anything to feel.

You pushed your legs apart without his help and were ready to hide your face when he looked at you with amusement and terribly hidden desire. He was amused but nothing had ever made him this hard in his life. He could feel his pulsating cock begging to be freed, pushing against his zipper and desperately trying to reach that sweet pussy of yours. He could see it, the juices dripping out of you and soaking your pretty shorts. He pushed them to the side and practically came on the spot when he came face to face with your exposed core.

You slept with this, and this only. No underwear and had greeted him at the door with this as the only thing covering you.

Wrapping his hands around your full thighs, he pulled you closer, burying his nose between your legs and inhaling the scent of your soaked pussy.

“Fuck Sunshine… Smells like fucking heaven… And bet it tastes even better. Tell me, do you want me to give it a taste ? That would make you feel good, do you want to try ?”

You could barely speak a word, your cunt doing the thinking for you when you pushed it closer to his face. His lips grazed the wet fabric and you let out a cry of pleasure. This was all you needed to truly feel pleasure ? God, he’d truly ruin you in no time.

Tightening his fingers around your flesh, he forced you to stay still and looked straight into your eyes with a commanding gaze.

“I said that you had to tell me sweetheart. Use that pretty brain of yours, and speak. Or do you just want me to leave, since you’re not communicating ?”

“No !” You exclaimed, genuinely worried that he would leave you without touching you. “P-Please… Please Mitch… I’m so… So wet… I n-need more… Please, touch me more…”

Your pleading voice sounded like a melody falling straight from heaven down his dick and erasing just a little more rational thinking out of his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his go of one of your thigh to stuff his free hand down the front of his jeans. Fuck, this wouldn’t be enough. He frantically pulled it out to unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper, quickly freeing his large member and letting out a groan into your cunt.

You let out another cry of pleasure, feeling the vibrations of his deep voice inside you. Letting out little moans of pleasure at his closeness to your core, you couldn’t help but grind against your sheets, feeling your pussy spread around your tiny shorts and give you a little bit of the friction you asked for. You completely forgot about the man in front of you and started grinding against the sheets, shamelessly moaning his name as if he was the one doing anything.

He watched you, hand wrapped around his thick cock and jerking himself off to you as if he was a in high school again. He dreamt of being able to see you pleasure yourself before, but this was beyond any of his dreams. Gripping on the sheets with one hand, he knew he was done for when you used your second hand to spread your folds open and give him the perfect view of your modesty.

“Mitch… F-Fuck, Mitch please… Please… More, please, gimme more…” You sobbed, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

His hand tightened around his girth, slowly moving up and down and letting his thumb move over his tip. Fuck, he was hard, beyond hard, he was ready to bust with barely any contact. He wasn’t a difficult man when it came to sex, but you were making him and easy one. Easy to please and ruin. The kind that would only ever find pleasure in his hand because the girl of his dreams was too far away from him.

You spread your thighs even wider, giving him space to dive in and rub his nose wherever he wanted. You skin was as soft as those fucking shorts, so tender and easy to mark. He inhaled your scent and quickly kissed your inner thigh tenderly. You looked down on him and your cunt quivered when both your eyes met. He kept kissing you, so gentle and sweet, you felt like you were made of fine china. You could feel his tongue lick off the wetness that had dripping down your legs earlier.

Without paying much attention, you found yourself running a hand through his hair tenderly. He groaned loudly, trying to keep in his moans. You could hear the sound of his cock going back and forth into his hand as he fucked his fist at an increasing speed. The contrast between the eagerness from earlier and your sudden tenderness gave you whiplash and you felt dizzy all of the sudden, but you couldn’t on the opportunity to keep watching him pleasure himself.

“You like that huh ? You like watching me fuck my hand in front of you ? Making me go crazy and now you’re all sweet and gentle.” He groaned, his voice sounding strained.

You were quickly brought back to the initial state of things when his lips were replaced by his teeth and you felt a new kind of pain, the pleasurable kind. The sharp pain you felt when he took bit your inner thigh only made your insides wetter and your mind fuzzier. You were breathing loudly, letting the feeling pass while he stood up. His warm hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer to his exposed cock.

“Open up. And keep your eyes on me. I want you to show me exactly what you feel with your eyes, okay Sunshine ? You’re going to show me how good you feel gagging on my cock.” He ordered with a playful grin.

You obeyed mindlessly, opening your mouth and letting his cock slide in, rubbing your tongue slowly and letting you taste him. You moved to get on your knees on the bed and help onto his waist, your eyes never looking away from his. He caressed your nape as a silent praise, you were truly ready to let him do whatever he chose to do.

You had slept with men before, but none could rival with Mitch and his size. The feeling of being so full, you might explode, you now knew it. His bulbous tip pushed into the back of your throat, making you tear up at the slight lose of air. You tried to adjust but no matter what, he would be too big to fit. Probably seeing the dilemma in your eyes, he smiled tenderly and caressed your cheek.

“It’s okay Sunshine, don’t force yourself too much. Take your time and do what you want with me. I just want to see how you react to it, okay ?” His smile made your heart swoon, this man would kill you.

Starting off slow, you quickly lost yourself in the pleasure you felt from having him in your mouth. You dug your nails in his flesh, pushing him further down your throat as your sucked on his thick length as if no one was watching. He felt so big, you would suffocate at any wrong move, but none of that mattered when your body only wanted his cum to fill your stomach. You wanted to feel all that thick cum drip down your throat and fill you up like you’ve never been filled before. You wanted to have the memories and the remnants of his presence inside you.

You were going faster and faster, your soft lips wrapping nicely around his girth and sucking on his flesh with all you had. The sounds of suction were flooding your head as well as the sounds he was making, his groans and slight desperate whisperers making your pussy wetter than ever. You needed more, his cock wasn’t enough, you needed all of him inside you.

You tried to suck him deeper than your body allowed, feeling his invade your entire being. If you could see yourself, eyes crossed and fingers gripping on him as you grinded against your bedsheets, begging for pleasure as if you’d been deprived for years. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, you had been deprived by your incapacity to feel lust. But now you could feel and you wouldn’t let it go to waste.

Mitch watched attentively, basking in the pleasure you felt and made him feel. Those lips, he dreamt of them, but seeing you suck his dick like it was your mission on Earth did something vile to his brain. He gripped on your nape and started meeting your movements, pushing himself into your mouth in sync with you. You were quick to respond with loud moans, all of them echoing around his cock.

You giving him your all and even more than what he had asked for. He could see you enjoying yourself and begging for more. Quickly, the gurgling sounds of your drool filled your mouth and dripped to the side, all over your chin. This was the vision. He couldn’t control himself anymore, letting himself truly fuck your mouth full of him.

Soon, you weren’t moving anymore, the man in front of you doing all the work as he fucked your throat into oblivion and made sure to use you as much as he could. The sounds of his sack hitting your face filled the room and resonated around with your muffled moans and his own groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, feel that Sweetheart ? Feel his deep I am ? Bet you can barely breath… Fuck, that’s it, that’s good baby, that’s good… You’re taking my cock so good… I gotta cum Sweets… I needa cum in that pretty throat… You’ll let me huh ? You’ll let me fill your belly up with me ? Might cover your face too… Yeah, I’ll cover you pretty face…” He sounded close to cumming and you had never been so eager before to being covered in cum, but this wasn’t anyone. This was Mitch, and you’d only take it from him.

Your body felt like jello when he pulled your face closer to his lower stomach, your nose grazing his pelvis. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt his spend fill up your insides. He pulled out to cover your face, like promised and watched the white substance drip all over your skin. He stayed still, grabbing the base of his cock on one hand, and his balls in the other, rubbing his tip over your lips and smeared his cum on your skin.

When he was done, he admired you, looking as pretty as ever on your knees, nipples as hard as diamonds as they poked through the fabric of your top, legs shaking softly and your eyes looking dazed and confused. You looked up to him and swallowed every drop of cum in your mouth, licking as much as you could off of your face. He grinned, grabbing your jaw and cleaning his cum off of your face with his thumb before stuffing it in your mouth. You eagerly licked it off and swallowed proudly. He leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly, feeling a sudden surge of romanticism running through his body. You responded by grabbing his shoulders softly and kissed him back, a soft sob coming out of you.

The kiss was as tender as it looked, delicate, as if he was trying not to hurt you of spook you after the multiple previous events. He pulled away, smiling honestly when you moaned in displeasure, holding onto him tighter and pursing yor lips for one more kiss. You wanted more kisses, you needed more.

“Please Mitch… Just one more…” You begged, and fuck, he knew he was absolutely gone for you but not that badly. He was ready to fold as soon as his name came out of your mouth, ready to do whatever you desired.

“I’ll kiss you as much as you want Sunshine, I promise. There’s nothing more that I want. But first I wanna put my mouth over that sweet cunt of yours. It’s been calling my name for days now and I really need to taste you. You’ll let me ?” You nodded and he smiled, dropping to his knees again. “Then, undress for me Sweetheart. And take your time, I want to see it all. I need to carve it in my memory for the future.”

You obeyed like the good girl you had shown yourself to be earlier. You started with your top, throwing it on the floor and letting him admire your soft tits bounce at your movements. He wanted to have them in his mouth too now. You proceeded with your shorts, letting him see how truly soaked they were before you tossed them to the side. You bent sat on the bed and parted your legs open for him to truly take you in.

He licked his lips, rubbing his fingers over your folds and pressing your clit with his thumb. The little yelp that followed fell straight down his girth, standing straight and ready for the next parts. You covered your mouth and he glared at you, prompting you to obediently take your hands off.

“Don’t ever try and cover your sounds. I want to hear all you have to say, always. Do you hear me ?”

“Y-Yes… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re still new to this. Don’t apologize for doing something without thinking or instinctively.”

The softness in his voice was still making your insides melt, but so were his words. He understood how you worked and responded accordingly. This was a first for you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Tell me when it gets too much, okay ?” He ordered.

You nodded, waiting eagerly for him to do what he had in mind.

Without wasting anymore second, he pushed two fingers between your folds, making you sob in pleasure. You looked down on him and crossed his gaze while he stayed still, he was waiting for you. You took a deep breath before nodding, ready for him to proceed. You had the time to prepare yourself for more and you did good doing so, his thumb pressing on your clit and making your entire body jerk in surprise. Who would’ve expected you to be so sensitive ?

You covered you mouth as a reflex, surprised by the obscene sounds coming out of your own mouth. You’d been quick to forget Mitch’s previous orders clearly, the man punishing you instantly by pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy until it was swollen and leaking out of control, not that you had any in the first place. You could only cry out a little more at each slap, begging for him to stop but pushing yourself towards his fingers everytime he thought of stepping away.

“Sweetheart, I won’t be telling you again. Your hands, off of your pretty face. Or do you want me to tie you up ?” He watched you genuinely debate the proposition in your head and smiled tenderly. He got up and kneeled on the bed to lean towards your face before kissing your cheek. “I’ll remember that for next time, don’t burn your neurons trying to answer.”

You nodded slowly, feeling your heart thumping loudly at the thought of doing it again with him. You hadn’t even gone all the way yet that you were already excited for the next time.

You watched him get back on his knees and smile at you tenderly, as if that would soften the effects of what he was about to do to you. You wanted to respond to his smile with your own but quickly forgot the idea when his fingers slid back in you, this time to part you open. In an instant, you were twisting and shaking in pleasure, feeling his flat tongue lick a long strip along your dripping folds. He was looking at you, you could feel his eyes on you, but it didn’t matter, not when you felt like you’d pass out from this alone.

Your hand dove into his black curls, pulling on them at each new lick from him. You could feel his organ invade your insides and suck on your slick covered flesh, sucking in your juices loudly. Your moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the room, competing against the sounds he was making while buried between your beautiful legs. The soft burn of his facial hair made you entire body shake, the feeling the beard leaving marks along your sensitive core and inner thigh.

If you could see yourself right now, you’d understand why his actions became frantic and practically desperate. The view of your body, arched to perfection to give him a view of your tits while he devoured you was ruining any kind of control he found pride in having. His cock was as hard as stone, leaking heavy drops of cum and begging to empty itself inside you. He’d never been this weak before, this sensitive to anyone. You were truly going to be it for him and his entire body was embracing the idea of submitting itself to you.

Pulling a finger out of you, Mitch licked the slick off of it and rubbed it around your clit, smiling against your core when you wrapped your legs around his neck and tightened your hold on him. He could choke to death in that instant and would be perfectly fine with it, ready to die if it was by your hands, or by your thighs if we were being accurate.

He let you grip onto his scalp and hold him still, pushing his tongue inside you while you fucked yourself on his face shamelessly. He could feel your insides wrap around him and drip sweetness all in his mouth. He had never felt that much while going down on a woman, but here you were, pushing him to his limits, making him moan praises and pleas for you to keep using him.

“M-Mitch ! Fuck, Mitch, God… I-I…” You tried to express what he already knew, feeling you pull away from him. Absolutely not, Mitch wasn’t having it. Not when you were right there, ready to pop. There was no way he was going to let you waste another opportunity for him to taste and smell you keep your scent etched into his growing beard.

He wrapped his large hands around your thighs and held you tight and as close as humanly possible to his face, letting you right your high on him. It took everything in him to not cum on the spot , God, you were killing him.

For the first time ever, you felt the pleasure of cumming with a man’s tongue pushed deep inside you. You felt like your organs were exploding in thousands of little fireworks, burning everything in their way slowly while you could only quiver and cry out for more. You could feel Mitch suck in your cum and feast on your sensitive core while you tried your best to survive what had just happened. Your legs felt like jello, deprived of strength and hanging loosely around the man’s shoulders in defeat.

In a sudden boost of submissiveness, you let out a little sound of pleasure, and ran your hand along your thighs and stomach before reaching your breasts that you squeezed vigorously. You knew he was watching, God, his gaze and attention was the only thing you wanted at the moment. You wanted him to watch you pleasure yourself to the memories of him and his tongue inside your pussy, already giving up freedom to give yourself to him. How addictive was sexual pleasure when you could actually fell it, right ?

While you played with your tits, pressing and pinching your sensitive nipples, his hands gripped on your but, tightening his hold around you possessively. A part of him had just started to wonder where you had learned such things. To him, you were still the girl he met through his annoying sister. Young and beautiful, taking shit from no one, and considered difficult by too many people to fond a boyfriend who would actually be worthy of her feelings and emotions.

She must’ve learned these things somewhere, with someone. Multiple someones even. And that thought made his blood boil and his ego fly up at the speed of a rocket. His long cock couldn’t stop vibrating at the thought of marking you inside out, making your pretty pussy as his and marking himself as yours.

To busy in his thoughts, scheming his little plan, he hadn’t noticed your eyes on him, and what you said next gave him what felt like a heart attack.

With your legs parted wide and your eyes barely opened, either out of exhaustion or lust (or both), you have him another look at your pussy, taking a life of its own and opening up under his insistant gaze.

“Mister Firefighter... Are you going to fuck me now ? I want to feel your cum drip inside my pussy… She wants a taste of you too…”

Mitch Rapp wasn’t a believer. Fairytails and hold folklore and mystical creatures, he didn’t care about them. But in that moment, you gave him the proof that sirens existed and that he was about to lose his life to one.

The next seconds turned into a blur, either because of how fast the events went or because you had managed to unlock pure desperation out of Mitch. He was quick in him movements, jumping on the bed and placing himself between your legs. He was already holding your wrists, pinned them to the mattress and kissed you as if his life depended on it. His tongue felt warm in your mouth, exploring all the surfaces in you and swallowing your soft moans at the same time.

Tasting your plump lips again, but more thoroughly this time, his body moved too. You could feel him rub the thick tip of his cock along your folds, smearing the drops of cum leaking out of him all over your gaping cunt.

His mouth descended towards your neck, biting pieces of flesh and sucking on the on his way down. His real target were your tits, soft sweet, ready to be devoured too. Mitch was slowly getting closer to a beast than a man with you under him. He’d never felt this kind of hunger before, desperate to taste all of you. He looked into your eyes, thinking about it for a second before dropping his face in the crook of your neck in a chuckle. He kissed on your skin tender, his fingers playing with your nipples as well.

You watched him kiss the valley of your breast and leave bite marks around your flesh. Your body was covered in them now. Just a little more and you might’ve actually been eaten alive. He grinded against you, both centers of your body heating up on the other and ready to truly feel it. His lips quickly found the center of your chest and sucked on them, his eyes entirely on your body while yours were on him.

Your hand found his hair again, caressing it tenderly while he enjoyed himself. It was supposed to be about studying your feelings and emotions but looked like Mitch was lost in his own. You pulled him away from your breasts, still breathing out little moans when his fingers went back to doing the work.

“Please Mitch… Don’t want to cum without you inside me… Please…” You pleaded softly, trying to form a coherent sentence while you could feel his throbbing cock begging for the same.

He caressed your face and smiled, sliding his hand around your neck and squeezing in a possessive grip.

“See what you do to me Sweetheart ? This was supposed to be about you but fuck… Fuck, I need to taste all of you… I have too many ideas for you, too much shit I want to do…” You exhaled, looking down on his own length and guiding the tip to play with your swollen folds. He kept teasing for a few seconds, enjoying the sounds you made when desperate, before stopping and leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry Sunshine. You’ll get fucked properly in a second, I’m just making a list of what we’re trying out next.”

Your nod was instantly replaced by a gasp and your entire body shaking in a second. You looked down, seeing his fat cock push inside your dripping hole and felt yourself melt from the inside out. His width kept expanding, pushing your walls further apart. Despite being still, raised straight and holding your legs apart, you could feel his girth mold your pussy around him. He was truly ruining you flr everyone else.

When your breathing slowed down, he pulled out slowly, chuckling when you cried out in displeasure. His hand found your cheek to caress it tenderly before stuffing his tongue between your lips out of nowhere.

He repeated the motion, pulling out of you and sliding back in slowly before picking up a rhythm, the kind that left you speechless. As he started fucking into you, the sounds of his thighs slapping against yours started resonating louder and louder.

“M-Mitch ! Feels so… So good ! P-Please ! Please more ! More !” You moaned, your hands gripping on the sheets as if you were scared of falling down without them.

His own fingers dug into your soft flesh, his cock pounding harder into you each time you’d let him hear how good he made you feel. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth in the most obscene of symphony wasn’t just a boost to his ego, it all went straight to his heart and into his dick. There was something deadly about the vision of you, laying under him, taking his abuse of your pussy to perfection.

He leaned back, watching the way your pussy would swallow him whole, taking every inch of him and begging for more. None of his dreams could even compete with having you really here. He couldn’t even count the amount of time he’d dreamt of fucking you, no, making love to you. It could possibly be expected from a teenager, hell he even dreamt that his hands were yours when he needed relief. But a grown man having wet dreams about his sister’s best friend on her knees for him, that had to be weird.

“Good, Sunshine, good girl… Taking me to perfection… Greedy little pussy, you just wanted me to fuck you silly huh Sweetheart ? Wanted to feel my cock buried all the way inside your tiny body huh ? You needed me to make you feel better than good, answer me.” He groaned into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving your body at however he pleased.

“Y-Yes ! Yes, God, yes ! Yes, yes ! M-Make… Make me feel ! Please !” You sobbed, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly.

Better than a simple display of strength, Mister Firefighter was treating your body like it was made of plastic, light and ready to be filled to the brim. Was he crazy for wanting to see his cum drip down your thighs ? Maybe, maybe not. All he knew is that he’d give you exactly what you were asking for.

Moving your body effortlessly, he spun you around, laying you flat on your chest and raising your hips while he grabbed handfuls of your ass to guide you under him. He looked down on you, his hand caressing your exposed back and your nape. With your face buried in the pillows, back arched and presenting yourself to him, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

He leaned over you, moving his hand from your hips to your swaying breast that he grabbed and played with, squeezing vigorously. Raised your head, turning it slightly and facing him. His nose rubbed your cheek, inhaling your scent just like he was used to.

His breathing was loud and so were his soft moans of pleasure. He kissed you, as passionately as before, all the sounds coming from your body being swallowed by the other. You pulled away to breath in, your head getting cloudier by the second.

“Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, fuck ! Fuck, I-… I…”

He heard and understood you, being in a similar situation himself. His kisses on your neck started again, his warm palm founding your stomach and pressing into it. There it was, the feeling of his tip invading your entire being. He fucked into you harder, the sounds of his sack slapping against your cunt and probably making it even more sensitive. He was ruthless, fucking you like he had years of repressed desires to make up for.

He stood straight, still pounding the life out of your dripping pussy, and grabbed your ass again, parting it wide and viewing the way his cock would come in and out. If he could, he’d take pictures or even paint them himself from memory. There was no way he’d forget that vision now.

“I’m cumming too Sunshine… I’ll fill you up real nice, I promise…” He swore, throwing his head back and pushing himself just a little more, his release getting closer and closer.

“Yes, yes, yes ! Please, please give me ! Give me your cum Mitch, please ! Oh, God ! F-Feels so good ! Oh fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck !”

You were losing your mind, his balls slapping your sensitive skin and even reaching your clit. You were desperate for more, starved for it, so much so that you had even started pushing yourself towards him, meeting his thrusts and parting your legs even wider.

“My greedy little cum slut, fuck, I can’t… Can’t hold it Sweetheart…” He grunted loudly, making your pussy vibrate in submission around him.

Then, it came. The flood. For the first time, in your life, and the second (or third, your brain was too fuzzy to keep up) time tonight, you came around him while he was cumming into you. Hard and messy, you both coated the other of your arousal. It felt hot and was truly sipping through each corner of your insides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you collapsed into the pillows and took in every drop he let out inside you.

His own girth was getting soaked by your sweet juices. He watched his cum spill out of you and drip down your inner thighs, just like he had dreamt. He watched you, mesmerized by your submissiveness, his member jerking back to life when you tightened around him. He kept going back and forth into your canal, making sure that his cum wouldn’t go to waste.

You turned your face towards him, reaching for his lower stomach weakly. He groaned, smiling tenderly when you scraped his chest attempting to get him to stay still and with you. Your legs were still shaking and

“You need more already Sunshine ? Barely able to think straight and you already want more huh ?” He mocked playfully. You hid your face in the pillows and it was his turn to swoon internally. He leaned over your back, teasing you by slowly rolling his hips. “Don’t worry Sunshine. Mister Firefighter is going to give you as muck cock as you want.”

Mitch truly was a man of his words, and he was also a cuddler. After rounds after rounds, you had finally decided to stop, or at least, kind if stop.

Still buried deep inside you, he caressed your sides while you laid still and silent on top of his chest. After you had shown him you could ride him like a mechanic bull, he couldn’t let you escape that easily. His fingers felt good on you, soothing all of the pain you could feel. He did admit going a little too hard on you, but your face when overstimulated just… Irresistible.

You purred into the crook of his neck, kissing his collarbones and biting on them when you had the strength. You were content, you knew it, that was what joy felt like and you knew it thanks to the man kissing the crown of your head tenderly.

“I hope you’re aware that I’m not tolerating anymore running away Sweets. I’ll chase you all over the world if I have too. Be warned.”

You chuckled, raising yourself slightly to face him. You smiled, taking hold of his face and kissing his nose.

“You told me you loved me thirty minutes ago and you’re already okay with following me around the world ?”

“Obviously. I loved you since high school if you don’t remember. I was just waiting for you to stop running away here.”

“And all it took was for my workplace to catch on fire. Nice.” You mumbled against his chest.

You both laid there, in silence. Basking in the comfortable loving bubble you had both built around each other. Yeah, you were great.

“By the way, be careful when calling me Mister Firefighter. I might do something crazy like fuck you in uniform.”

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LOVESICK TEACHER [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter lost you over ten years ago. Well, let's thank your niece, his favorite student, because here you are today, presenting your job to his class.

Pairing : Elementary teacher!Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings : 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smut, fluff, angst, peter being stupid (when do i ever write him smart...), soulmate trope kinda, both are a little toxic lets be real, gwen in the middle but she's best girl so get off her dick and be nice, i kinda followed andrew and emma's story with that one too, creampie, pet names (pumpkin, sweetheart, baby), slight mentions of manhandling, use of webs, kinda exhibition because they do intimate stuff in the street, overstimulation, kinda subby peter, kinda dom reader, lots of cum too, slight titty worship, slight pussy job, lots of kisses and soft touches.

A/N : another one for you birdie ✨ i kinda LOVED writing that one, missed writing for this idiot 🙈

Peter Parker could never really qualify as an idiot, but in that moment, he had never felt more stupid in his life.

It all matched perfectly and maybe it was the delusion that pushed him to ignore the signs but fuck, they were screaming at him now and he couldn’t just act like they weren’t there, like you weren’t there. It had been an entire decade of longing and confusion, and now, you were here, in front of him. Him and his entire class of little kids.

“Hi, I’m here with Mimi and I’m going to present my job as a lawyer.” You said, a tender smile on your face.

All the students cheered for you, some throwing looks at ‘Mimi', the little girl you were here for. Peter couldn’t hear any of the sounds around him, completely deaf to anything that wasn’t your voice. It echoed around him, sounding so distant yet close, as if coming out of his own head. It was a familiar feeling, but it never was this vivid before, not even in his wildest dreams or memory. He had dreamt of hearing your voice again, not in his head or memories this time. It had become so recurrent that the default voice for his memories or conscience was yours, even after all these years of not seeing each other.

You started presenting yourself and what you did on the daily to the weirdly attentive children. The teacher knew Mimi probably had something to do with it, the little girl so eerily similar to you. Now that he thought about it, he had been ignoring all the tells that slammed in his face. From her family name to her personality, she was like you, in so many ways it made him dizzy. She was like a tiny copy of you, a copy that seemed to look like you and you only, no one else.

He had been staring at your face with this stunned and pained look, as if seeing you was physically painful to the man, as if the vision of you was stabbing him repeatedly. A part of him knew you weren’t the one holding the knife in this situation, he was. He’d been holding it for a decade, waiting for the moment to hurt himself further, hurting himself until he truly felt the pain. He just didn’t expect to feel the pain in question in the middle of his class, with literal children watching.

The positive element here was that the kids seemed to be very interested in your job, this was definitely due to your way of explaining it. You knew how to make a topic fun for kids, you always did. From your facial expressions to your words, all of it was fun, you were the fun one. Even back in , you had been the one to always know where and when fun things would happen.

Peter never understood how you two ended up mixing together, when your crowds seemed to be so different.

Ah… Right… He knew how. It was stupid too.

You had figured out his secret identity when he jumped into your apartment thinking to was his. You helped him fix his wounds and from then on, helped in managing life and his nightly activities.

Until the hurricane came. Hurricane Gwen Stacy.

“Mr. Parker ?”

The man’s entire body jolted at the sudden voice and slight tug of his pants. Looking down, he found little Mimi smiling up at him with a proud smile on her face. That fucking smile, even that was the same. A slight hint of mischief mixed with all the love and innocence in the world. No, not innocence, hope. The smile he recognized it from you, a smile that you always had whenever he felt like giving up on the spider part of him. You had been his little ray of hope and one of his student was carrying the mantle.

He crouched to reach her level, smiling tenderly at her despite the little knot forming in the pit of his stomach at the idea of confronting the little girl, a child you had with someone else.

Like she always did, her little hands reached for his face to hold it still, she didn’t like it much whenever she was talking and the person wasn’t looking at her. Just like you. Her pupils were dilated in excitement and he could hear her heartbeat thumping inside her little chest.

“Mr. Parker, she’s finished, you gotta meet her now ! She’s real fun, just like me !” Declared the little girl, practically dragging her teach face first towards the source of her pride.

The man chuckled, standing up and handing the little girl his hand to let himself be guided towards you. Each step he took made him feel both heavier and lighter. The feeling of seeing you again brought him to cloud nine but the anxiety of your reaction buried him under the weight of the years that separated you both.

“Titi look ! It’s him ! Mr. Parker !” Presented Mimi, jumping into your arms to be carried, which you did.

“I know love, he’s right there, I can see him.” You smiled, kissing her forehead and making funny faces at her.

“I know ! But your eyes are bad, so I was making sure !” She responded honestly, looking at you as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You laughed to yourself and Peter tried not to laugh and collapse to the floor at the same time. More than her name, face and mannerism, she also had your sarcasm. The resemblance was undeniable now, it was too late to run away or act blind. Two versions of you were cornering him, one, adorable as a button and the other, as beautiful as and mesmerizing as an angel fallen from the sky.

Her hands extended towards him, she was taking a step to make this a little less awkward, he knew it, that was what you always did.

“Hi, I’m Mimi’s aunt, nice to meet you.” You said, in your steadiest voice.

A sudden weight lifted off of Peter’s shoulders at your words. Her aunt. Not her mother, but the her aunt. He felt such relief in that moment, he could’ve jumped in joy, but refrained from rejoicing too fast, because you were acting like you didn’t know him, and that one hurt like hell. Even more than the possibility of you having a child with someone else.

Extending his hand to hold yours, he got lost in the feeling of your warm skin, it felt good, familiar, like home. His thumb caressed your skin as subtlety as he could but the tingling sensation spreading through him at the contact made it impossible to detach himself from you. He wanted more, he wanted to hug you tight, so tight that your only solution would be to live in his skin. He was going mental, that was evident, but fuck, he had missed you, all of you.

“Mr. Parker ?”

This time, it was your voice that pulled him out of his thoughts. Your head was tilted to the side with a slight grin, the kind that said ‘I don’t mind, take your time’. She was inviting him to take his time and reminisce. Why ? Why was she allowing him this much ? She just made it more painful to let go.

“Sorry…” He muttered, pulling his arm back slowly. Your touch burnt his skin softly, leaving behind nothing but longing and nostalgia. “So, Mimi’s Aunt right ?”

“Yes.” You smiled tenderly, looking down on the little girl fussing to get down. You put her down, letting her run off to her friends. “Her parents had to go abroad for work so I’m subbing for them. The lil’ pumpkin doesn’t seem too bothered by it so we’re having a good time together. But don’t worry, they’ll be back in a few hours, you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”

The pang in his chest was back. You’d be gone soon, disappearing out into the world again and reminding him how much he missed you. The idea of loosing you again was unbearable, his entire body screaming for him to move and do something. He needed to take a step towards you, one that would either give him closure or bring you back in his life.

"You're gone so soon ? Poor Mimi, I bet she's wasn't the happiest about the news."

"She doesn't know and please don't tell her, she'll chase me with a broom. She might be small but she manages to hold it perfectly."

"Don't worry about it. I see she enjoys your company, she talks about you every day. You're like her own Spiderman."

"How ironic..." He heard you mutter under your breath.

The deep parts of him he had tried to hide for years after you were gone just couldn’t be kept hidden anymore, not when you were right there and soon you wouldn’t be. So Peter did what his mind told him, he took a step towards you.

“Can we talk ?”

The question sounded so desperate, it was as if his life depended on whatever discussion he had in mind. That desperation to discuss things, to put words over whatever you were feeling before it was too late, you knew it better than anyone. You’d gone through it first, and now it was his turn.

You could be petty, god you wanted to. You wanted to make him feel the same kind of anger and sadness knowing him had you go through. You wanted him to be as desperate as you were to talk and grab your chance before it slipped out. You wanted him to have that chance and you wanted to be the one to rip it out of his hands, leaving him with nothing. But you couldn’t .

You could’ve stood your ground and said no, getting your own personal revenge on him. But what was the point ? It wouldn’t make you feel good and it was useless. You’d been through it and managed to sort your shit out. You walked out of that cave and saw the ‘light’. Now you were fine, you didn’t need anymore revenge or closure. And if he needed it, then you didn’t mind giving it to him. Because no matter how much he hurt you, no matter how much pain he had you go through, he was still your Peter. The clumsy idiot who could save an entire building but would lose his mind if his favorite scientist looked at him.

“Yes Pete. We can talk.” Your smile was so tender, so sweet, he wanted to drop to his knees and let himself be buried by the shame he felt. You took a step towards him, entering his personal space and letting your scent drown him in. “I’ll be waiting for you after class, just let me drop Mimi off first.”

He couldn’t speak, could barely move, but found the strength to nod, his eyes tightly shut. He had never considered the impact of your absence on his mind and body. There was something about your presence that was addictive, soothing and just made everything feel like home. From your touch to your scent, you brought out the best of him, pulled him out of his shell gently and guided him through the fucked up world he had to deal with.

Without you or anything to distract him from thinking about your absence, he was back to square one. Angry, cold, distant, absent. Once the spring had passed, he was back to his winter, back to reality, the reality that he had list you without even noticing and for a while. You had disappeared out of his life and he couldn’t avoid the withdrawal by distracting himself anymore, not when his place of refuge had left with you.

What a shitty idea to share your interest with your best friend. Now he was stuck desperately trying to find comfort in the things that he had enjoyed before you but couldn’t anymore. How could he when all of these things, he had shared with you and could only link to you now ? You left and took everything that he owned and was with you.

The rest if the day felt like the longest of his life, lasting hours and hours before he could finally say goodbye to his students.

He was anxious, trembling uncontrollably and biting his lip in anticipation. The knot in his stomach just kept growing, taking up more space and making his entire body dependent on tiny bits of positive affirmations to reassure himself.

“Mr. Parker ?”

He jumped for the hundredth time today, looking down towards the little girl who had started this trainwreck of a day.

“Yes Mimi ? Do you need something ?” He asked tenderly, or at least, as much as he could.

The little girl shook her head, signaling for him to get to her level. He smiled honestly, this little truly was like you. He loved her attitude, confidence and certainty in her words all cramped up in a pocket size human.

“Are you in love for my Titi ?”

If he had anything in his mouth, he would’ve chocked on the spot, but instead he choked on air. Coughing loudly and fanning his cherry colored face, he looked at the child in false confusion.

“W-Why would you ask that pumpkin ?”

“Well, you look at her like daddy looks at mommy. And also, you look like Dorothy’s shoes, all red and shiny. Are you okay ?”

Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz. That reference he hadn’t expected to hear it again. Not since highschool, when you used to make fun of him by calling him a Dorothy ‘s shoes colored weirdo. He had a tendency to blush at everything and she would make fun of him for it. At the time, he swore up and down that he hated it, but fuck. He needed her to call him that again, like she used to. He wanted her to make fun of him again.

He chuckled, caressing the child’s cheeks and pinching them, make her giggle and squirm in fake disapproval. She wrapped her little arms around his neck and he lifted her up, enjoying her loud squeals of happiness. He wasn't going to lie, she was his favorite student and she knew it.

"Mimi, i can't carry you everywhere you know ?" He chuckled, arranging her hair.

"Yeah you can ! My Titi does it, even at her work when she's very busy !"

"I'm not her thought and i'll make other students sad if i only carry you."

"It's okay, I'm fine with that." She smiled, making him laugh out loud. Yeah, she was exactly like you.

Catching his breath, he ran a hand through his hand before looking down at the curious little girl.

"I’m okay pumpkin, just a little warm. Now, about your aunt-“

“What about me ?”

Peter was very close to jumping out of his own skin when your voice appeared behind him. But the true surprise was your appearance. When he saw you, he suddenly felt like a highschooler again. After ten years of not knowing where you were, you still looked and dressed the same. It could be felt that morning but could be seen in that moment.

You always looked so different when you dressed fancy or professional, he was always left speechless, but nothing could beat your usual look, the one that maintained the memory of you as a teenager, kept you as you. The you that he knew the best and that knew him when he was still worth it, or so he said.

You and your little dress felt like a breeze of fresh air, blowing through his classroom with your natural glow. You were like the wind during one of these very hot summer nights, he had prayed for you to come and while in the back of his head he lost the hope of seeing you, when you eventually showed, he just couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Titi in a dress ! Titi’s wearing a dress ! I can even see your knees Titi!” Squealed the little girl, pointing at her aunt’s exposed knees.

She twirled around her as soon as Peter let her down and jumped in joy when you did the same, showing how flowy your dress was.

Peter was lucky that you were too busy with your niece to look at him because he couldn’t handle what was going on in front of him. Maybe he was stupid or maybe he was easy, he didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care. There was something about seeing you in a dress that just made his inside melt. But the main issue wasn’t there, he knew this dress because he had bought it for you. It was a birthday present, the last birthday you both celebrated together, like your tradition stated, before you both lost each other.

“You’re zoning out again Mr. Parker. And you’re staring too.”

He tried to pull himself together and get back to the real world, but when his eyes crossed yours, he just couldn’t focus on anything but you. He’d equate it to nostalgia and the fact that he was seeing you again for the first time in ten years, but there was more, he knew it and clearly couldn’t hide it anymore, he had for ten years plus.

“Titi, he was all red, maybe he’s sick !” Exclaimed the child holding onto the hem of your dress

“You think ? That’s not good. We can’t let your favorite teacher be sick, can we Mimi ?” You crouched down to look at her in the eyes, trying not to laugh.

“No no no ! Sick people have to get better! With sleep and tea, and lots of honey too! To make it taste all sweet !” She responded, smiling wide while trying to remember all the technics her mother had taught her to get better.

You knew Peter, and the Spider hero was still active. He wasn’t back into his normal human body meaning he still healed very fast and simply couldn’t get sick. You knew all of this because he told you himself and even allowed you to read his father’s journal explaining the changes in his body. And if everything had stayed the same in ten years, which seemed to be the case from what you saw in the news, he still couldn’t. He probably used his sick days to rest or go out.

Nonetheless, Peter couldn’t get sick, you both knew this fact. A part of you, the part you tried to bury after high school, was hopeful, dreaming that the red covering his cheeks was due to you and not some super disease who had eventually managed to get him. You wished he’d blush because he saw you in the dress he bought you and you promised to only wear when time would be right. It wasn’t a particularly fancy dress, more of a simple milkmaid dress, but it was yours because he had gifted it to you and you wanted to honor it.

The dress was important and so was his opinion of you. Maybe that was the reason why it was so easy for your heart to break because of him. His opinion was too important and you understood exactly how much when his eyes started looking at Gwen Stacy as if she was the only one in the world to ever breath.

You weren’t replaced, your existence was simply erased when she appeared in his life.

Shaking your head suddenly, you ignored all the unwanted thoughts dancing around in your head and you turned towards your niece, who luckily, was still busy counting the healing methods on her hands. Grabbing her hand, you smiled wide.

“Hey, pumpkin, I’ve got to take you home, your parents are going to be home soon and we gotta surprise them okay ?”

“Okay ! Are we making them a surprise cake ? I wanna make a surprise cake Titi !”

“I already made it baby, but we can make something else later, okay ? But we should leave, Mister Parker has to go home to get better.” You said, reminding the little girl of her teacher’s fever.

She looked to him before looking up at you and nodding in agreement. Peter stayed quiet through the whole discussion, happy to be able to witness you both together, enjoying the dynamic between you both. He tried to keep in his smile but it was difficult to do so, past high school and college fantasies surfacing all over again and flooding his mind quickly. He pushed them to the side just enough to be able to wave at the both of you as you walked away from him.

When you came back to the school later, after dropping Mimi off and dodging your sister’s questions about you wearing your ‘special dress’, you found Peter sitting by the entryway to the school, hos skateboard in hand. Some things never changed.

When he noticed you, you saw this glint in his eyes, the one he had whenever he would discover something new for his suit or whenever he’d see her. It was easy to recognize because he used to have it whenever you would appear somewhere. You wanted to slap your own thoughts, you hated every single one of them for making you feel this way. You had spent so long learning how to be happy for Peter and you were, but your heart had other plans. The moment you saw him, you started doubted yourself and whether or not you hat truly moved on. Words were easy to say when the main focus of said words was nowhere to be found.

"So... elementary teacher huh ?"

He stayed silent for a few seconds before looking down.

"You told me i was good with kids." He took a pause a'd looked up. "Lawyer ?"

"You told me I was great at arguing." You chuckled. "Mimi likes you."

He wanted to smile at the mention of the little girl but couldn't.

"Yeah, i like the little pumpkin too."

"You call her like you used to call me."

"Yup. She reminded me of you, i just never made the connection. Did you know i was her teacher ?"

You shook your head as a response.

"No... I wanted to think it was you but i thought that would be too far fetched."

Silence took over again a'd you were back to square one, him staring and you deep in your thoughts. It felt good to be seen again by him. You wished you could say you didn’t need it but a part of you was still heavily dependent on him, and that made you hate him a little bit every passing second. You were better than that, stronger too, so much stronger. But you felt this unhealthy need to be desired by him, to be craved, and you wouldn’t be okay with this kinds of emotions if he wasn’t the one responsible for them.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed him walking up to you. He was hesitant, waiting for you to push him away, which he feels would’ve been deserved. Instead, you stayed still, not welcoming him, staring into him and digging holes into his soul. It was painful, humiliating too, you weren’t hiding like he was, but you weren’t open to him either. It was a dangerous combination, the kind that made him want to drop to his knees and apologizing straight away.

When his fingers brushed your forearms, caressing your skin slowly and as tenderly as he could, his own fingertips started to feel tingly, electric. A sensation of fulfillment, like his body was being charged with something unknown. His touch, initially as delicate as a feather, pushed into your skin, desperately trying to pull out more of that electricity. His hands ran up your exposed arms and held onto you tighter. He couldn’t let you go, not when this was what you made him feel, even after ten years apart.

“Pumpkin… Look at me, please…” His voice sounded higher and more desperate than you had ever heard coming from him.

You were still half out of it but you could feel it too, the electricity. Now, while his seemed to burn through you, the one coming from you was freezing. Your entire body burning cold under his touch. Was it your body’s way of rejecting him ? Telling him that you didn’t forgive him ? That you were pissed ? That had to be the biggest joke of the day considering the fact that in order to forgive, you had to consider that you had been wronged and at no moment had you ever felt like Peter had wronged. Or did you ? You couldn’t ignore the tiny parts of your brain and heart which seemed to get along when it came to this, agreeing that you got to be as petty as you want towards him.

You wanted to pull away and he felt it, tightening his arms around your biceps and pulling you to his chest. Had he been breathing this loud this whole time ? You could hear him from so close, inhaling and exhaling louder and louder.

“Peter…”

“No. Please… No…” He knew from you slightly pleading and saddened tone, that you were going to ask him to let you go. He couldn’t.

“I came here to talk with you Peter.” You sighed, letting him pull you even closer.

“I know. Fuck…” His finger detached themselves from you, one by one. It felt slow but was quicker than what you thought.

He looked at you, pleading with his eyes, begging for an opening, explanations, anything. He wasn’t just desperate, he needed this. He was being selfish, and childish, but he couldn’t just ignore it. After a decade of refraining it all, he couldn’t wait a second longer.

You watched him drop his bag and run his hands over his face. You stayed quite while he attempted to conceal the scream he let out. He backed up, pacing in front of the door, with a distressed look on his face.

“Peter…” You tried, stopped by him suddenly turning to face you.

“Ten years. Ten fucking years without you.” He declared, looking at you with what resembled anger. “Do you know how fucking dead inside your absence made me feel ? How each day was killing me a little more ?”

You wished you could’ve said something inspiration or dramatic, like in the movies. Instead, you chuckled, turning away from him. You could feel the anger rising and this time, it wasn’t just little parts of you.

“My absence was killing you huh Peter ? But when I was there it literally felt like I wasn’t ?”

“So you just fucking leave ? You leave me behind like I don’t matter ?” He responded, his voice raising in the heat of the moment.

“So just like you did !” You screamed, your voice cutting through the air and resonating in his head.

It was the first time he’d ever truly seen you scream in anger because of him. There was something murderous in the way you were looking at him right now, like he had never made you feel anything positive, anything good. You were looking at him like an enemy and it was killing him. Because he knew, he had messed up your friendship and anything more that could’ve happened but he couldn’t help being made at you for not giving him a proper chance. If not for him or you, for the two kids who used to joke about how they’d get married after college.

You wanted things to be civil, you wanted this to be a discussion, but it was so hard to tame the younger you who had spent years screaming inside, begging for him to feel just as bad as you did. You covered your face, breathing in and out, trying to regain your composure. You could feel him get closer to you and while you wanted to push him away this time, you couldn’t . You were too tired for this. One singular scream had exhausted you, but it wasn’t enough.

“I wish I could hate you Peter for making me feel like shit for an entire decade, even when you weren’t even there.” You began, smiling sadly while he tried not to cry. “Do you know how it feels to see your best friend fall in love for someone else ? For a girl as awesome as Gwen Stacy ? I didn’t , but I learned. Because that’s how it went. And I wished that it wouldn’t change anything between us, but when you love Peter, you love with everything you have. I had to learn that I got lucky when you showed me how much I mattered to you because you loved me with every good feeling you had in you. And I couldn’t be happier knowing that Gwen got to feel this. I just wish I would’ve known that it meant you wouldn’t have anymore space for me. That’s the story Peter. That’s us.”

If the world was caving under his feet, he probably wouldn’t feel it. While you felt a weight being lifted off of your shoulders, he just felt crushed under the guilt. That was the power you had on him, the kind he tried to forget or ignore. He was a fucking moron, and had been for years. Ignoring the spider, his senses and basic logic, he could feel how much pain you felt, had to go through because of him. Whatever you felt, he could feel it, good or bad. And he had been able to for years. It was a you and him thing, freaky in the eyes of others but normal for you both.

Walking towards you, his hands slowly moved towards your face, delicately holding onto it, caressing your flexed jaw muscles and trying to unclench it for you. He couldn’t stand seeing you, his bubble of light and happiness so angry and hurt, he just couldn’t. His hands were cold suddenly and your face warm, like the sun. He could feel the humidity under his skin, he made you cry. He lifted your face to look at him and saw it. Your beautiful eyes, reddened by tears.

“No, no, no, pumpkin please… Don’t cry… Please, I’m begging you…” He pleaded, trying to keep his voice calm despite wanting to scream at the top of his lungs. “I’m sorry… Please, love… I’m sorry sweetheart… Please don’t cry, you… You can’t… You have to smile and be happy, the happiest in the world…”

You scoffed, pushing him away with a faint smile. You wiped your face and sniffed loudly before turning towards him with the same forced smile he hated.

“I don’t want your apology Peter… God, I’m happy for you. You deserve to be with someone like Gwen, she’s incredible.”

“Stop. Don’t say that. I don’t want you to be happy for me. I want you to hate me.” He sighed, looking away.

“Would that be easier for you ?” You asked, genuinely trying to make it easier for him.

“Fuck, can you stop thinking about me !? It has to be easier for you ! You matter, I don’t !” He exclaimed, trying to pull you out of this state you were in. “I want you to hate me because that’s what would be right ! I broke your heart and you wish me the best with a girl I can’t look at without remember just how impossible it is for me to love her as much as I love you !”

In that moment, you felt the air in your lungs, disappear, sucked out by his words. You wanted to believe, you and all the versions you went through before now. The past yous who tried so hard to believe that they’d be okay not hearing about him or seeing him happy with another. They were all jumping in joy, all but one, the you from now. That you had seen all the delusion and false hope and she couldn’t let herself be fooled.

“Peter…” You started, but were stopped by his eyes, warning you silently, that if you spoke a single word, he’d loose it.

He marched towards you, pulled you by the arm to have his chest against yours. He could feel your heartbeat and just how much you were shaking, not in fear but anxiety. You were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

His palm was rough on your skin, but so warm, it felt like the rays of sun that would hit as soon as you’d wake up. They burnt your eyes a little but they felt good after a little. That was Peter, burning like the Sun. You could feel how hard he was trying to give you time, to wait for you to recognize his touch and all the love that was flowing through it, but you couldn’t, not when so much time had passed.

“Don’t even fucking try and stop me from saying whatever it is that I want to say. It’s been ten years without you, and definitely more years of refrained feelings. You always told me to live a life with no regrets and I tried but that’s fucking hard when the biggest regret in my life is letting you go and every passing day is a reminder of that. Even my favorite student turned out to be a punishment for letting you go. All of you lost over temporary happiness.”

“You don’t mean that Peter.” You scoffed, taking his hands off of your face and walking away. His eyes followed your every step, desperately trying to keep up. He recused to lose sight of you again.

"Why is it so hard to believe that i needed you ?! That i couldn't go one without you ?!"

“Because when I was there, Peter, you made it clear that you couldn’t love the both of us. It was either your best friend or your girlfriend and I know you. You couldn’t make that decision and act on it without feeling like shit, so I did it for you, because that’s what a best friend does. I did what would be right for the three of us. Every second we’d spend together after you met her was about Gwen. How pretty she was, how smart she was, how brave she was. Even helping you with your Spiderman activities had become a thing for the both of us. It doesn’t take a genius to get the memo Peter.”

“And from that… From that you thought you had to leave ?”

“I didn’t just leave Peter. You made me feel like an intruder, and I love you Buddy, but I’m not going to stick myself into an uncomfortable situation just because you don’t want to lose me or whatever. Even for you, I refuse to force myself into a painful situation to make you happy, you might be worth it, but whichever part of myself I would’ve lost wouldn’t be.”

Every word you said felt a little more painful but necessary to Peter. He needed to hear this, all of it. He wished things would be different, these words would be said in any other context, but it had to happen that way. He hadn’t been the only one hurting for all this time, you’d been hurting too and for far longer. He hated the idea of bringing you pain and now that things started to clear, he knew that if he had been given the opportunity to choose, he would’ve chosen to protect you too.

“I’m sorry pumpkin… So, so, so sorry… I wish I could do or say something to make myself look better but fuck… I failed on all accounts. As your best friend and everything else. You did what I never would’ve had the balls to do and it hurts… Because I let you believe that I would’ve chosen her over you when it would always be you… Even in my wildest dreams or without me getting to choose, it’s you. And I’m sorry it took me you being gone for noticing. I’m sorry…” He declared, letting out all the shit he wished he would’ve said when he started to realize.

You walked back in front of the entry doors, sitting down and crossing your legs. The elementary teacher let out a heavy sigh before meeting you on the floor. It felt just like old times, having you both seating on the floor next to each other, doing nothing much but being there for the other. It was as silent as it used to be, adding the faint wall you had built between you both. He tried to let it be, but Peter Parker just couldn’t do that, not even ten years after.

He laid his head on your lap, nuzzling against your skin and hiding his face into the fabric of your dress. You stayed still, watching him fully lay on the pavement and turn to face your stomach. Your eyes crossed his, the man casting you a quick glance and a grin before pushing his nose into your belly. You didn’t budge, welcomed him despite the deep desire to reject him. Desire was the funniest word of that whole sentence, funny considering the fact that it was a lie.

“I didn’t want you to leave. I’d never want you gone, pumpkin. And I’ll spend the rest of this lifetime working for your forgiveness. Even if it means that you forgive a grave.”

Your hand ran through his hair and you smiled honestly, for the first time since you had joined him for this little discussion you were having. You could feel his smile again your stomach but you could also feel the guilt grow and spread.

“You’re not being fair Peter.” You exhaled, taking your hand off his face and forcing him to look at you. “Not to me, yourself or Gwen, the awesome woman who loves you with every piece of her.”

Groaning against your body, he sat up, looking into your eyes with a playful grin.

“Gwen hasn’t been in love with me for nine years pumpkin. And I haven’t for a good decade.” He declared, the small smile on his face growing when he saw your confused expression. He was a simple man, and there was something absolutely adorable about your face when you were confused. The scrunch of your nose and the frown that made it look like he had said the stupidest thing ever was a hilarious combo he missed over the years.

“What the actual fuck are you talking about Peter ?” You asked, sounding a little angrier than you wanted. You weren’t going to get your hopes up but said hopes seemed to fly without the help of a pilot.

He chuckled, smile growing even wider. His hands took hold of your wrists, pulling you to his chest, between his parted legs. It was unnecessary to the story but he wanted to hold you, and by the time you weren’t going to push him away, he wasn’t going to stop himself. He wrapped his arms around your waist after placing yours on his shoulders before explaining himself.

“Gwen left for London after we graduated high school. We tried long distance but it just reminded me that you weren’t there either. We broke up, stayed good friends. I’m her son’s god father, she’s married now. Even has her own lab and stuff.”

Your expression got even worse and when you heard him try and keep in a laugh you couldn’t stop the punch to his biceps. It hurt a little but fuck that.

“Don’t laugh, you little shit ! What are you talking about ?!” You exclaimed, glaring at him.

“It’s as simple as it sounds pumpkin.” He said cradling your cheek tenderly. If you weren’t busy connecting the dots, you’d be swooning right now. “We broke up when she forced me to confront the fact that while she wasn’t there I wasn’t missing her as much as we both hoped I would. Even before that I was missing something else though, you. Hell, I was craving you, pumpkin. I needed you so much. And I still do.”

His words sounded so distant, echoing in your head. In a few seconds, your entire personality, the one you’d built to be Peter Parker proof was shot down and destroyed completely. You tried to keep your composure and stand your ground but it was useless. Maybe it was the fact that he was touching you, or the way he was looking at you, like you were the very reason why he kept breathing. You wanted to fold, all of you wanted that. But what you wanted didn’t matter, and after a decade of building yourself into a concrete wall, you weren’t going to fold so easily.

“Fuck you Peter.” You spat, looking at him with doubt before you stood up.

You couldn’t take a single step before being pulled backwards. Checking your dress and him, you noticed the long white web coming out of his webshooters and attaching itself to you. You squealed loudly as you dropped back onto his lap and this time, were kept between his arms. He wasn’t going to let you run off again, not when you could disappear for another decade. You tried to escape him by trashing around but he was quick to grab your wrists and force you to stay still by giving you this classic look that he would rarely use but would when it was necessary. You called it “The Brooding Spider Eyes”.

“Stop fighting me and try to listen for a second.” He ordered in a low voice that sent shivers all through your body. The more you’d look into his eyes, the fuzzier you’d get inside, that was the effect Peter Parker had on you, the deadly kind. You wanted to run, it was so much easier to run from him and to hide. After all this time, you couldn’t avoid it anymore, all that growth and improvement you tried to protect it wasn’t actual improvement, just you being able to forget him because he wasn’t there to remind you.

You were still the young girl who had begged her parents not to go to her own graduation, crying, because she was terrified of seeing him. They couldn’t understand and neither could you, all you knew was that seeing him with her was killing you. They had forced you to go but drove you home straight after, before he could even reach you. Then started the Great Cleaning of your entire existence on social medias and through your friends. You blocked a big majority of your high school except a very small group, changed your passwords because he had them all, deleted your pictures together, your socials and so on.

You had erased yourself to not be forced to confront the fact that you’d been in love with your best friend.

“Why didn’t you tell me, pumpkin ?” He muttered, his eyes fixated on your lips.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and that made you want to run even more, because that meant he knew and that also meant you were risking rejection. You tried to look away but he quickly took hold of your jaw and made you face him.

“Stop trying to look away, look at me and answer. Why didn’t you confess ?”

“Why would I ?” You responded softly, defeated. “You had a girlfriend, Peter. And you talked about her as if she was the brightest star in the universe. You told me about how great she was before you even told her you liked her, that was enough for me to understand that I wouldn’t stand a chance against that kind of love. And I know you would’ve tried to figure out the best solution to accommodate everyone, which would end up with you unhappy so I took the decision on my own.”

When your explanation finished, you tried to hide within yourself, lowering your head and turning it away from his. He kept your wrists tightly held while he searched your eyes softly, he needed to look into your beautiful eyes and see for himself, see the pain you’d been hiding from him for years. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he knew that, but he was your best friend, you were his too. Hell, you were his everything, he should’ve known, and either you were the greatest pretender known to man or he just didn’t pay attention to you well enough, and he refused to believe that, because all Peter ever did was pay attention to you.

Blinded by your existence and borderline desperate to feel you at all times, he needed to observe you to be happy during the day, to see you well and smiling, otherwise he’d ruin whatever stood in your way, and that’s was what he thought was normal. Yeah, he clearly wasn’t the smartest and it took him years, but he knew as soon as you were gone that you weren’t just his best friend.

He closed his eyes and slid a hand behind your neck, delicately holding you still. The other reached up to your cheek, cradling it tenderly while his nose rubbed against yours. Never in his life had he wanted to see into your eyes more. The air in his lungs was gone, replaced by this unhealthy need to have you look at him. The years of ignorance started to pile up and he just couldn’t help the feeling in his chest. The kind of feeling that screamed to be explored, let out and exposed to the world.

“Pumpkin, please…” He pleaded, kissing your cheek softly.

You were moving out of his way but your body needed him to kiss you more, you wanted him to love you like this, just a little more.

“Stop…” You muttered, feeling his breath on your neck.

“I can’t… Don’t ask me to stop, please…” He said, rubbing his nose against your jaw.

There was something so intimate about the way his was searching for you, desperately waiting to be allowed in your space again, not just o’ the outside but on the inside. After ten years, you still brought him down on his knees, acting like a touch starved infant.

When you lifted your head, trying to save your own pride and avoid his lips, he did the same, forcing you both to face the other. He let out an exasperated breath, his eyes closed and his expression showing the inside pain he tried to hide. Both your forehead held against the other, you closed your eyes softly, turning away from him but keeping your faces close. When he thought you’d run again, he felt your hand on his cheek and suddenly could breath again. When you kissed his cheek, like you used too when you both very clearly needed this kids of intimacy, he smiled. The honest, goofy smile he was rarely showing these days.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered, finally giving in to whatever was pulling you to him so hard.

You kissed his cheek again, slowly going down to his jaw and his neck. Maybe you shouldn’t go so far after pushing him away so much, but Peter wasn’t the only one craving the other. You needed him just as badly. And he most likely wasn’t going to push you away, not when the feeling of your plump lips on his skin just made his heart stop a little more each time you’d kiss him.

When your hand ended up in his hair, playing with the brown locks, he knew he would do anything you told him. He was yours to play with right now, just like he was back then. He couldn’t stop himself from needing more but he’d start by taking everything you gave him like the greedy bastard he was.

“I’m sorry Spidey…” You repeated, kissing his chin.

There was absolutely nothing platonic about that, and maybe if you weren’t so fucking stupid you would’ve noticed earlier since you’d been doing this kinds of stuff for years. Everything was familiar and it still took you a decade to notice the very obvious situation you were both in. You truly were a match made in heaven.

His hands dropped down, freeing your wrists and instead, taking hold of your waist. Even that, he couldn’t do for long, too weak in the knees to hold you as strongly as he wished. There had to be some kind of magic in the way you touched him because his entire body suddenly felt like cotton candy.

You held his face and pulled away, ignoring the displeased growl coming out of him. You looked at his face, admiring it and swallowing back tears. You needed that man more than you needed air and you couldn’t ignore that fact any longer. You hated it, hated love and being so desperate and dependent on him but you couldn’t help it, clearly you had no control over anything anymore. You were working on autopilot.

“Kiss me again, please…” He asked, his voice so soft and polite, you swooned internally.

“I think we should talk instead…” You smiled, tenderly.

His eyes opened wide, a frown draw on his face. He looked funny and you knew that’s exactly what he was aiming at with the fake offended look. When he smacked his hand on his chest dramatically, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Oh ! So, now you want to talk ? After I practically had to bed you to just look at me ? Okay, princess. Let’s do it your way then, fuck me and what I want right ?” He sassed, looking around dramatically.

When your laugh resonated louder, he felt peace all over again. Nothing could calm him better than your smile so the power of your laugh was godly. He grinned when you tried to catch your breath, but instead practically fell to the floor. Thanks to the quick reflexes, he caught you by the front of your dress and pulled you to his chest.

“I’m sorry ! I just… I just couldn’t… Handle talking to you ? I don’t know… We haven’t in so long and suddenly everything was going to go back to normal… I couldn’t handle that… What if we talked and you realized how awful I was and am still now ?”

“Awful ? Pumpkin, don’t worry about being awful. I just pulled every toxic trick in the book to get you to look at me. And I couldn’t most likely do ten times worse if it means having you talk to me. You made me a desperate man, sweetheart.” He nodded with a playful smile.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned. This felt right, peaceful, like it used to. But there was still a little bit of things that needed to be discussed first.

“Peter, You’re aware that I’m in love with you right ? Like, romantically ?” You asked, hesitant and slightly anxious about the question all together.

“Yeah I’m aware.” He responded tilting his head to the side. “Thank God, you are. Otherwise our relationship would be very awkward, pumpkin.” He smirked.

You smiled but froze when you heard his words.

“Relationship ? Like you and me ? Dating ? Like a couple ? Like people in love who hold hands and kiss and go on dates ? Like, actually dating ?”

The whole babbling was adorable and he wanted to stay looking at you in silence while you just kept talking but he needed to clear things up first. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him with a smile that said just enough. The kind you’d give to someone you loved more than a friend and definitely more than a person you liked.

“Pumpkin, listen to me and listen to me well.” Taking your face in his large hands, he kissed your forehead tenderly. “You’re my girlfriend and you’ll become more soon enough too. I’m not letting you run away from me again. Yes, this is a romantic kidnapping. Yes I intend on marrying you one day, if you’re not tired of me by that time. But yeah, we’re together in all senses of the term. In an actual romantic relationship.” Each word was separated by soft kisses all over your face, from your forehead to your cheek. He made sure to make you plead for more by kissing the corner of your mouth and your neck. Peter knew how to make you weak too.

“You’re okay with being my boyfriend, Pete ? I have a tendency to run, and I’m pretty fast.”

“I’m faster than you.” He responded quickly.

“I have issues with choosing myself too, I tend to put others first.”

“Great, I get to put you first instead. But we’re going to work on that whole people pleasing thing you’ve got going on.”

“I’ve got a niece who bites and protects me like I’m made of gold too.” You added, remembering events between your exes and your little niece.

“Oh really ? You’re pulling the niece card ?” He asked playfully. When you nodded with a large smile, he kissed your neck. “Good luck with that sweetheart because your niece loves me. She gives me a piece of the deserts you bake her every time she has some. Practically sure she chose me to be yours. Can that be considered a form of conditioning ? I don’t know, but I don’t mind.” It was his turn to babble, but it was more than fine, you loved it and so did he, seeing the laugh coming out of you was worth all of it.

You both stayed there for a little more, him watching you while he told the dumbest jokes ever and you laughing until your stomach started to hurt. You were back to who you had left behind years ago, who you could only be with the other. You were finally feeling the weight of lying to yourself for years. It felt right. You wanted to slap yourself for taking so many years to understand that lying wouldn’t make you feel any better, but it was a necessary period in a way. No mistakes, only fun experiences or lessons to learn from.

You were catching your breath when his thumb pulled on your lower lip, staring at your mouth with the kind of hunger he never felt for anyone else. You held his wrist in both hands while he kept playing with your lip. You knew what he was looking for and what you were waiting for too, the real question was, who was going to take the first step.

The answer was easy, you were. Leaning forward, you pecked his lips and retreated back to see him lose it right in front of your eyes. You expected a reaction but not to be pinned to the floor and be kissed with the kind of might that Thor himself would be surprised by.

Was he touch starved ? Not really, or maybe yes. But your touch was what he wanted. Gone was the soft moments from earlier, he was trying to show you exactly what your absence had done to him. One his hands grabbed your neck and pulled you to him with force, the other placed on the small of your back and pushing you forward, making your arch your back. He was holding your nape tightly and pushed his face towards yours, lips puckering before covering yours passionately. His fingers lowered, rubbing your thick thighs while his arm wrapped around your body.

He was working his lips with ease on yours, making your insides melt into a puddle at each move of his. His tongue was pushed deep in your mouth, making you moan, and you knew you weren’t going to last longur kissing like this. Not with the obscene tingle buzzing between your legs. He smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly what you were feeling. You couldn’t hide from him and his heightened senses. He licked the inside of your cheek, feeling his ego grow when you whimpered, pleading as if you were pushing yourself against him.

When he pulled away, the messy kiss left you numb and still on the floor. You were trying your best to catch your breath and settle your mind all at once. He stayed silent, watching you while rubbing his thumb over your flesh. When you felt calm enough, your eyes noticed the sign o’ top of your head that held the name of your niece’s school. Right. You were literally on the floor.

“Your brain’s still working pumpkin ?” He asked playfully.

You looked towards him in confusion.

“Why are we on the floor Parker ? And were you going to fuck me in front of my niece’s school ? In the street ?”

“Well, not at first. But now that you mention it, that could be a great idea, don’t you think ?”

The punch that followed was deserved, and he had supersenses to dodge so no excuse. You sat up while he was laughing and fixed your dress before getting up. He soon followed and looked at you up and down.

“That dress is made for you. You look beautiful.” He said, his eyes showing the kind of love and sweetness that could make you drop to your knees. You were weak to compliments but his were just different, they came from the man you loved and unfortunately you couldn’t resist those.

You looked away, hiding your smile when the man you now called your boyfriend lifted you up in his arms. You held onto him, tightly holding his neck while he laughed like he had just done the funniest thing ever.

“We’re taking a shortcut back to my place. I have a lot of things to talk about with you.”

No talking was done. Absolutely none. Maybe you should’ve seen it coming but you liked being delusional, it made life a constant surprise. Now, to say you were surprised by how the events had turned, would be lying again. You expected some kind of intimacy with Peter, but never that strong. You both ended up being swept away by the wave of desire you felt and were letting yourself drown, it was fine, you were drowning together.

There was something divine about the vision in front of him and the sensations born from said vision. If he could paint, or turn his memories into pictures, he would’ve made you the biggest one, kept hidden from the public for his eyes only. He was simple, to the point of being slightly stupid maybe, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to worship the very ground you walked on after tonight and even more now that you were gracing him with more pleasure, the kind that even his wildest dreams couldn’t provide.

“P-Pumpkin… Please b-baby… Please…”

He was sobbing softly, crying tears of pleasure under your mischievous smile. He was close and he needed his release but he didn’t want it to come just yet, he didn’t want it to stop, not so soon. He couldn’t hold on longer but he needed more, always needed more of you. Again, greedy, he wouldn’t deny it, but could you blame him ? You had rocked his world and left him to fend for himself for over a decade.

Maybe it was his senses, maybe it was the years of intrusive sexual thoughts or wet dreams that were just all working against him in that moment. All of these were good hypotheses for his current state but he was too fucked out and dumb to think about them clearly. His brain wasn’t processing much right now but one thing that was for sure is that he had his cock nestled deep inside you, so deep that he could see how pretty his thick shaft looked through your belly,

Inhuman quantities of cum were dripping out of your pussy in the most obscene ways, pouring down your inner thighs and other places on your body , and he was certain that he was going to shoot out more in the next seconds if you kept on torturing him like that with your pretty lips, all swollen from him fucking your thoughts and tasting his own cum in your mouth. Another thing he knew was that all that cum, he’d pound it back into you as soon as his brain would gain back a little bit of that power he had earlier, before you turned him into a literal puppet, ready to obey your every command.

He was squirming and crying more by the second, needy for just a little bit of peace but also begging for you to use him more. He was absolutely fucked, that was another certainty with you around. Less than a day back into his life and he was already going crazy, the rest of eternity would be fun for you both.

You could’ve been a little nicer and actually moved on top of him but it was your turn to have him dumb and begging for you.

“Come on, Pete… I-Ah… I know… Y-You can give me a little m-more of you… Please b-baby, I just need it… G-Give me all of it… Please…” The sound of your moans so close to his ear made him lose himself a little more.

You started off slowly, using your knees to raise yourself on his cock until it slipped out. You saw how hard it was, covered in both your cum and leaking thick droplets of more. He was full, so full, he could explode. Never had he been this aroused but that was until you. His entire body was releasing years of attempts to calm himself down with his hands in one night and he wasn’t strong enough to take it. Lucky him you didn’t seem to give a fuck about that, enjoying the whimpering mess you’d turned him into.

The restraint he wanted to say he had was slowly disappearing, with his capacity to think straight. You kissed his earlobe and bit his jaw, making him shiver and cry a little more. His own body was betraying him, searching for that friction, the utmost level of contact with you. He tried to stay still and silent but couldn’t and started moving

Rubbing your folds on his tip, you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, oh how the table have turned. His hands were tightly wrapped around your waist but started sliding down to your ass, ready to grip on you and slam you down on his cock. He wanted that, god he wanted so many things right now. But all of it was about you.

Poor man felt like a teenager going through puberty all over again. His face was as red and a cheery and the more you teased, the worst it got. His skin was burning so much, you couldn't last long while touching it. That was what an overstimulated Peter felt like. His hips kept bucking up, trying to push at least a few inches of him inside you. Fuck, he needed to feel your warm walls or else he'd go crazy.

“B-Baby… Baby Fuck… Please, I’m sorry… Please… P-Please, please, please… Lemme fuck you Pumpkin… Please ? Lemme feel that dripping pussy all around me… Fuck, please baby, let me inside…” He sobbed, unable to stop squirming while he could feel your entrance clench on his tip.

You looked down at yourself then at him. He was still whimpering and squirming, his entire body shaking as he pleaded with his eyes for you.

You smirked before fully sitting down on his cock, letting it take all the space inside you, filling you up exactly like it should. Looking down, you could see his tip poking through again and so could he, he was definitely looking.

“P-Peter ! Fuck, P-Peter ! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ! F-Feels… Feels so good !”

When you started bouncing on him again, fully jumping on his fat cock and letting the large throbbing girth invade you like nothing ever had before, he lost himself under you. He watched with admiration how your tits, still covered in cum from earlier, were bouncing up and down too. Fuck, his balls felt more full just from that image alone.

Tight and aching to be emptied, he could stop himself from getting more aroused. You leaned back, giving him full view of your pussy wrapped around him, sinking down on his entire length and taking every inch. Your dripping cunt was truly made for him, swallowing his dick down to the very last millimeter and moaning out for more like a bitch in heat.

His hands grabbed onto your waist, holding it tightly before he started to slam you down on his dick himself. As established before, he was a mess, but one thing he was good at was pleasuring you. No matter what, he’d always find a way to make you feel good. That night alone had been a sufficient proof of that.

At first he had been worried that using too much strength on you would hurt you, but when he noticed how much you loved being tossed around, he could hold back any longer, and he didn’t try to. He used the abilities given by the spider bite with care and if you wanted, he’d use them on you too. Today was the strength and tomorrow it could be the webs, who knew ?

“Y-You cockdrunk minx… Y-You like that huh ? Like it as much as I do…… That pussy’s killing me Pumpkin… Fuck, fuck, fuck… Please baby, tell me you like that… Like it when I fuck you stupid…” He begged, his lower parts guiding his thoughts and controlling his words.

“Y-Yes ! God yes ! Peter please ! M-More cock ! Please, gimme more ! Please !” You cried loudly, so loudly that your voice could probably be heard by the entire building. They probably weren’t used to the nice teacher neighbor bringing in this kind of company.

Slamming your poor weakened body on his cock with the strength of a bull in heat, he fed on the sounds resonating around the room. Your moans and cries of pleasure topped with loud sounds of your thighs slapping against his were the biggest ego boost ever. What truly did the work though was the sound of his sack slapping hard against your folds. Soft and swollen in contrast with the hard flesh of his balls. He was close, way too close.

Your entire body went numb, the thick load of cum you’d been begging for, invading every crevice of your pussy and oozing out of your already filled inside. Your little whimpers were the only thing that could be heard, with his own sounds. He’d never felt this defenseless before, weak to his instinct and clearly enjoying it.

Soon, he started moving his hips up and down, reaching for his end. His actions were so aggressive you couldn't even meet his thrusts or move freely, he was in control all while looking like he wanted to drown in your pussy. He was so red, just looking at his flushed cheeks and crossed eyes while he plowed into you made you even wetter. That reaction, you knew he loved it even more when his thick mushroom shaped tip pushed into your weak spot even harder.

He couldn’t avoid it anymore and you wanted it so badly, he could only oblige. He kept pounding into your spot, the throbbing head of his girth vibrating impatiently, he bit on his lip, his eyes crossed and his hands holding onto you for dear life. It wasn’t long before he came but he wouldn’t be the only one, never.

“F-Fuck… Ah, P-Pumpkin My sweet… Fuck, sweet princess… Taking… T-Taking everything from me… All that cum, all of it… All f-for you baby… All of me… Take it, take all of it…” He muttered, incapable to think of coherent sentences.

You were both trembling on the other, Peter still cumming inside you and you close to your end. He was dramatic and had he been able too, he would’ve most likely scolded himself for cumming first. But now wasn’t the time, instead, he pulled your warm body down, your breasts in his face just like he loved, and got to work.

He sucked one of your tits in his mouth while rubbing his thumb over the nipple of the other. His free hand was playing with your lower parts, rubbing on your clit while two of his fingers slid inside you. You arched your back, pushing your breasts in his face while he toyed with you. He loved that, finding put new ways of ruining you, even when you were already a mess. He’d play until you stopped him or until you passed out on top of him. A little sick, but that was Peter and you loved him exactly like that.

His fingers pushed around inside your filled cunt, pulling out to be covered in his cum. There was something about the image that filled him with pride. Maybe the way you accepted to be filled that way by him.

Letting go of your tits with both his mouth and hand, he laid it on your back, caressing you tenderly. His face went up to your neck, inhaling your scent and his mixed together perfectly. He kissed your jaw, cheek, neck and basically everything he could reach. His tongue licked small parcels of skin after each kiss, taking your taste with him. He was being tender and soft while his fingers kept rubbing on your clit. You didn’t last long before letting your sweet juices coat his large member and drip all over him. The sounds of your cries of pleasure in his ears were like music, the music he had dreamt of for years and finally he could hear it live.

You both stayed connected together, the poor man couldn’t handle the idea of pulling out and neither could you. Each breath you took ended up with him jumping out of nowhere. He would apologize but you could hear the laugh in his voice. He enjoyed this.

You stayed on top of him, your face, buried in his messy hair and his scent filling your senses. His face was in the crook of your neck, dropping butterfly kisses on your skin and biting when he felt especially playful. His hands stayed on your back, caressing you tenderly while his hips rolled under you. Yeah, he never said he’d stop moving, and in his defense, you were moving too.

“Hey, Pete. Do you think we would’ve ended up meeting each other again ? Even if you weren’t my niece’s teacher ?” You asked softly, kissing the crown of his head and siting up straight.

He smiled under you, his warm palm cradling your cheek and wiping remnants of your tears from earlier. He looked at you and you felt like you were the center of the universe. Because you were, the center of the universe and mostly of his universe. He was in love with you, and so were you. But no words could ever truly express how much he loved you, none.

“Listen to me.” He started, sitting straight to face you and stare into your eyes. “In every lifetime, planet, dimension, universe, whatever you want. In every single one of these, you and I, we find each other again. No matter what we do or who we are. Because you’re my soulmate, pumpkin. You’re everything to me, my everything. And I’ll let myself get swallowed by a black hole before I let anything change that. So yes, I don’t just think, I know we would’ve found each other again. We always do and we always will.”

There was some parts of truth in Peter's words and you both felt it, from the moment you met to the present. There was no way of explaining it or why but you knew you were soulmates. From the bottom pf your hearts you both knew it, because beyond words and actions, you were tied to the other. It was impossible to separate you both and doing so would never last, because you always found your way back to the other. Maybe it was fate or some kind of guardian angel, but you both knew it to be true.

You were soulmates and you had found you way back to the other again. With the help of your niece that you would both shower in bakeries. Maybe she was the guardian angel, who knew.

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