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It's Always the Quiet Ones. [Final Part]

Word count: 3,727 Pairing: Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader. Warnings: heavy make out, smut, swearing, long chapter, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, lots of interruptions, probably unrealistic sex, reader's past sex life isn't really clarified because i believe it isn't relevant in the character; but you can think of her as a virgin or not, whatever makes you comfortable. Summary: You couldn't help but bring him home.

PART 1. PART 2.

You sat down at the edge of the building, careful not to slip on your way; he inhaled sharply at the sight. And so, to make sure he could catch you if anything, he sat beside you.

There was some ease on just letting his feet hang, but he wasn't sure you could feel the same he did. You didn't have the certainty that if you just let go, you could survive.

No, you would probably die instantly if you fell.

"When I first met you" you started to say, looking into the distant store located in front of the street downstairs "I really thought you were taken out of some fiction book, you seemed too good to be true..."

"But you said I was an irresponsible ass...!" he laughed, you smiled fondly at him.

"Oh, you were" you clarified "But I'm talking before that, when we were in first year and you took pictures for the yearbook and you were still being picked on by Flash"

"Oh, right, the old times."

"Yeah" you shrugged "I guess that impression of you got stuck on me for the rest of high school, I had a big crush on you and it didn't matter how many times you would fail me, I still longed for you to come..."

Peter opened his mouth to say something, but only a frail sigh fell out of it.

"But then I met this dude online after our last day of high school, thought I got over you and I guess the love was replaced with resentment."

You started moving your legs, swinging them back and forth. Peter wished he hadn't been that much of an asshole so he could be able to brag about how adorable his girlfriend was.

"Yeah, that's... That's understandable" he nodded, biting his lip "Hope I still have time to bring those feelings back, though"

You widened your eyes, finally looking back at him "Oh, no. You misunderstood me. I was saying that kind of as an introduction. I guess I never really got over you."

There was a nurtured silence between you, where the realization that you were confessing finally sunk in. He, at a loss of words, licked his lips and put a hand on your thigh in a careful, yet comforting gesture.

"I really... I wish I could..." he sighed, frustrated "I guess I wasn't expecting that."

Some disappointment shone itself through your eyes "You really don't have to say anything..."

"I know, but I want to, I just..." Instead of completing his sentence and impulsively, Peter Parker took your face in his hands and kissed you.

The feeling took a few seconds to be processed. From the disappointment of thinking he was rejecting you, you really weren't expecting his lips against yours just now.

Peter had amazingly soft lips, and yours had been chapped from so much biting on them; but as you were sinking into your insecurities, separating from him, you could see him instinctively getting closer, as if longing to kiss you longer.

"I'm sorry" he breathed in, his voice deeper "I should've asked..."

You wanted to say that he could take you right there and you wouldn't mind because suddenly you were all his, but it was better to just kiss him again.

Fuck your chapped lips, or your fear of rejection; you were kissing your high school crush, on top of your favorite place, wearing a cute dress and after a perfect evening together.

You were a good kisser, you put all of your feelings on it and he could almost taste the want, and the loving way you thought of him. He actually could smell your arousal.

He moaned unconsciously when he felt your grip on the back of his head, trying your best not to pull on his hair.

You said he was an asshole, but you didn't really feel that, did you?

And it was when he gripped your thigh once more that things started a little bit out of hand. You both noticed, because you parted your kiss with uneven breaths and the look on your face made him want to forget about everything else except you.

"D-do you want to walk me home?" you murmured, your voice sounding so little, yet so needy.

He caressed your cheek, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear and leaning for a longing yet short kiss.

"Yes"

The walk home was surprisingly quiet; a few giggles when you went down the stairs, but every time he thought about joking, or about talking even, he remembered that... If you invited him over, he could be able to stay... He could be able to feel you.

He really needed to find a place to take the suit off if those were the plans, though.

"Fuck" you practically yelled, waking him up from his daydreaming.

Beside him, and half of your dress soaking wet, you were standing.

"Ugh, right on my best outfit" you murmured.

He tried his best not to laugh, but going from a rather needy and desperate mood, to seeing you covered in plant water and ready to lose your shit was a fun change of plans.

"I'm sorry!" A woman yelled from a balcony, holding the empty base from where the water came from.

You looked up, down to your dress and sighed loudly "It's okay."

Peter shook his head, trying to stop his laughter. "And just when we were so close to your place" he giggled to himself.

"Oh, fuck you..."

He leaned in, unsure if he wanted to do the joke but playfully going "Fuck me, then."

You froze in place, just in front of your building's entrance. You quietly turned around, and signaled the stairs "Wanna come inside?"

He blinked in surprise. "Oh, uh, yeah..."

Nervously, you blurted your possible plans as you went upstairs. Asking if he wanted to watch a movie, while your ordered some pizza; saying that you didn't get to have dinner as he promised, so he owed you that... And when you finally went inside, there was nothing left but the shyness by the knowledge that you both wanted to fuck.

"I'm gonna go change" you murmured, looking down "You can search for a movie meanwhile, the password is my birthday."

Peter didn't really know if you wanted to watch a movie, or if it was just because entering your place and fucking each other in the couch wasn't that much of a turn on as it was in the top of a building after a heartwarming confession.

He took your laptop either way, and tried to write down the first movie he could come up with, surprising himself on your browser history.

He didn't find any bizarre porn movie, but he did find a few tumblr blogs on bondage, and he was surprised by how many of them coincided on the same.

This wasn't just a curiosity search of one day, was it? You were into this stuff...

He felt your footsteps coming back from your bedroom, and he closed the page. Excusing his lack of movie on the fact that he didn't know what you wanted to watch.

But then he took a look at you and he couldn't help but close the laptop.

"Aren't we watching a movie...?"

He left your laptop aside, standing up and pulling you in by the chest. He hand caressed your cheek like you were getting used to him doing, and he lightly touched your nose with his.

"Do you really want to see a movie?"

With the confirmation that you didn't, in fact, want to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, he kissed you once more. Your unsteady balance and the need he put into crashing his lips to yours made you stumble back against the wall.

He riled up the oversized skirt you had put on and teased over the edge of you bra without touching anything you didn't give him permission to.

"Fuck, I really like you..." he almost whined, in a breathy tone that made your thighs press together "I fucking love every part of you."

His lips trailed onto your neck leaving gentle kisses until he felt he couldn't help himself, and his grip on you became tighter, practically pushing you against the wall.

His tongue savored the taste of your perfume, and the heightened senses should have made him at least wrinkle his nose; but focusing on your soft noises and your scent was making him obsessed with it.

As your soft hands went on pushing his jacket off his shoulders, and started unbuttoning the flannel, you could feel his leg locating itself between yours. "I really want you" he said weakly "I need you."

The flannel fell to the floor, right beside his jacket. You kissed him again, wanting to feel the skin of his chest, but yet another fabric retained your desire. You whined, frustrated.

"How many shirts are you weari-?"

You looked down. Him, distracted with the hickeys he was creating on your neck, suddenly froze.

He was wearing a Spider-man suit.

He was wearing the Spider-man suit.

He was Spider-man?

"What the fuck...?" you panicked "What the fuck? What...? Why...?"

He got away from you, trying to deny it. He took the fabric, baffling, but your panic persisted and he seemed to feel the tension on the air.

"That's why you never showed up in time..."

"This is a costume..."

"That's why you always disappeared..."

"No, no, Y/N, I'm preparing for Comic Con..."

"Why the fuck did you put the suit under your clothes?!"

He realized you weren't buying into his lies.

"Because I wasn't planning on fucking you tonight!"

You blushed, taking your head in your hands. "Why...? How did you forget you had it on when we started...?"

"Well I was kinda distracted..." he said with a defensive tone, signalling to his pants with his stare.

"Oh, god! What do I do now?"

He let out a frustrated growl, letting himself fall on the couch. And even though the situation had suddenly complicated itself, he couldn't help but look at you and want you even more.

"I... " you blushed softly "I really like you, Peter, and this won't ruin that but...Fuck"

He peaked between his fingers, starting to try and figure out what you meant.

"I desperately want you Peter, can we discuss this tomorrow morning?"

Needy and almost touch starved, you took the steps separating yourself from him and sat on his inviting lap.

"Fuck... Yes, yes we can. Please"

He instantly took it right where he left off, but taking no regret on pushing your shirt out of the way.

"You're gorgeous" he muttered, his fingers burning to touch you more "Can I...?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." you stated. He let out a needy gasp at your words, and went right into taking your bra off.

You could feel yourself getting wet as your eyes couldn't help but look at him. His fingers were tracing every inch of your naked skin, worshipping you; as if you were so frail his touch could break you.

And you wanted him to.

"Fuck, I don't even know where to begin" he said, entranced by the view. There it was again, the look of disbelief that now you understood; he couldn't understand how you were real, how someone so great could be right in front of his eyes, under his touch "I just... I want to make you feel so good."

His grip focused on your thighs once more, surrounding his torso with your legs and pulling quickly so you wouldn't be sitting on him on top of the arm rest anymore, but laying down on the soft pillows of your couch.

By the movement, his erection was making direct contact with your panties, and you could take a good guess on how much he was enjoying this too.

"Can I taste you?" The doubt in your eyes was cleared once he followed: "Please"

His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated. He needed to have your pussy on his tongue.

You nodded shyly, opening your legs to welcome him. He almost came just by the view.

He caressed your soft thighs, his fingers travelling to the mild bruises he had just provoked. You couldn't help yourself when your hips jerked upwards, dying for him to touch you.

"I'm going to take good care of you, okay?"

He traced your skin from your shoulder to your panties, starting to play with the edge of it. And just as you felt yourself move to feel him, his mouth left a kiss on your lower tummy.

Peter was soft, he was gentle, but overall, he knew what he wanted, and he wanted to break you. He wanted to get you to the point where you would be begging for him. And so the trail of wet and frail kisses was all over you, avoiding any pleasurable spot but getting close enough to have you a sobbing mess.

However, Peter was human. He could tease you for a long time, but not as much as he wanted, because even if he thought you'd look ethereal pleading for him to finally be inside you, his whole body was also begging for him to do it.

His mouth finally reached your breasts and his tongue circled around your nipple. You moaned and his hips bucked into yours with a need to be closer to you.

In a matter of seconds he had marked you up, left you with dark purple bruises everywhere. He couldn't help it, it was the easiest way to contain himself and please you at the same time.

His hand traveled into your panties, desperately pulling them down your legs. Between your agitated heartbeat and your strong scent, he needed nothing but just a confirmation to know what you wanted.

"Peter, please."

He moaned against you, incorporating himself at the level of your femininity. Between seeing you all vulnerable, and how wet you actually were, dripping for him, Peter chose not to make you beg.

He left a wet kiss on each side of your inner thigh and drove himself into eating you out. His eyes closed as his tongue made its way on your folds, to your clit. Then, you cried out his name.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You saw his hands reaching into your thighs and pulling closer to him "Fuck, please keep doing that..."

He hummed against you, making you close your thighs and arch your back in the prettiest way. He loved it.

"A-ah! Wait-" A tingling sensation, almost like a burning but oh, so pleasant, came over you. Your legs were suddenly shaking, and you were sure you were reaching a breaking point. "Baby, I think I'm gonna cum..."

Peter didn't separate from you until your trembling stopped, and kept going just a bit longer in case you hadn't reached your climax.

Once you could finally see his whole face, mouth glistening with your cum, he teased you. "Baby, huh?"

He licked his lips, but you weren't able to answer. Your legs would still shake from time to time and he didn't seem like he was over with you yet.

"I like the nicknames" he whispered, getting on top of you "You should keep thinking of new ones, while I make you cum again, would you?"

Your lips trembled before you could say anything, and once more he was kissing you.

His thumb quickly reached your overly sensitive clit, and dragged itself down your folds to come back up once more.

"Or you can just moan my name, love. I like it either way"

But he didn't abuse the small bundle of nerves; you felt his finger reach into your entrance and the need for permission written all over his face.

"Can I...?"

"Yes, please..."

The finger slid inside easily, Peter was dying from the tightness and the warmth radiating inside of you. He wanted to feel you surrounding his cock and pulling him inside over and over. He wanted to stretch you out for him and feel you cum around him.

"God" he groaned, sliding another finger inside. "Love, I really want to fuck you..."

Your hips bucked upwards once more. He used his other hand to keep them grounded.

"You want me to move them faster, baby?" Peter asked. You nodded, he bit his lip "Be a good for me and say it."

"P-please, I want you to move them faster..."

"That's my girl."

His fingers went in and out of you quickly, with the slick sound of your wet folds. He reached down his pants and palmed himself through, in painful need of touch.

Once you were ready enough to have a third finger inside you, and your body started trembling like he was noticing it did when you were close, he ran out of patience. The steady pace became messy, rough. You cried out how good it felt and the curling of his fingers finally made you see white.

He surprised himself on how loud he made you cum, you were almost embarrassed from yelling his name so much.

"Okay, maybe you're not so quiet..." he joked.

And you let yourself rest there for a few seconds, until you saw him standing up and reaching for your shirt.

You frowned, he smiled.

"What?"

"I haven't even... I want you to fuck me!"

Biting his lip, and tentatively considering it, Peter located itself between your bent legs and put his hands on your knees. "Love, you already came twice, don't you think you're being a little greedy?" he joked, but you could hear a mild nervousness shine through the teasing.

"I want to make you cum." you answered, leaving your shyness aside "And I want to feel you inside me when you do so"

He breathed in, shaking and pulling you close once more "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Peter, I'm sure."

His lip trembled before he roughly kissed you. As if he was waiting for you to ask this whole time. His hands groped you desperately, finally losing himself on the way you were naked in front of him.

You felt the denim against your sensitive cunt and you yelped. He mumbled something, directing his shaky hands to messily unbutton his jeans. "I really want to fuck you... I really want to feel you, wanna' be inside you so bad..."

Yanking you into him from the grip on your thighs, Peter let you feel his naked length rubbing between your folds.

"Fuck, I need you Y/N."

He directed his cock into your entrance, rubbing softly and looking up at you for once final confirmation. Your face only told him how much you wanted this too.

He finally let himself in.

"Ah, baby..." you whined in anticipation, wanting to feel the rest right away but being held back by the burning stretch.

"Y/N, you're so tight" he spoke helplessly "Fuck, you were made for me."

And, even if he was dying to feel more, he kept his pace slow and gentle. He hated the thought of hurting you, but his body was screaming for him to just rail you.

"Shit, Peter, you can be rougher on me" you laughed between whines, not expecting his hips to immediately crash into yours.

"Love..." He kissed your cheek, trailing down into your neck.

He felt your hands caressing his back, but as his cock drove in and out of you, desperately looking for the same pleasure he gave you, the soft touches changed into your nails digging on his skin.

It didn't bother him, but the thought crossed his mind, and he just needed to take your wrists and keep them over your head.

"Baby, there's no need to hurt me... I'm giving you what you want" he teased you with a breathy tone.

He kissed your forehead and went back to abuse the weak spots on your neck.

The thought of you was becoming too much. Feeling you, and realizing he had the girl of his dreams at his will was overwhelming.

And he couldn't keep his composure, he just needed to feel all of you.

"Do you mind if I, you know, use these to trap your hands there?" he inquired, stopping his movements to signal at his webshooters on his wrists "I really, really want to feel your pretty body and your hands are kinda... Getting on my way."

Agreeing, the next thing you knew was that Peter wasn't taking his hands off of your skin. He pressed his fingers onto your hips and thrusted deep enough for your body to react.

Fuck, he was big.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good..." he groaned. "I really just want to see make a mess, wanna make you cum on my cock, do you think you can do that?"

"Y-yes, Peter-"

He bit his lip, getting a hand on the crook of your neck to direct himself inside of you while the other had two fingers circling tightly on your clit.

He knew he wasn't going to last longer, but he needed to make you cum first. He wanted you to tighten around him, and between the wet and skin to skin sounds, you were sure you weren't lasting much longer either.

"Ah-! I love you!" you heard yourself yell, and you felt your orgasm rushed over you once more.

It was enough to take him over the edge, making him cum and fill you up from the inside.

His breath was rushed, his forehead resting over yours. And when a few minutes had gone by and you were sure he hadn't heard you, Peter said:

"Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"Promise me you weren't just saying that because you were getting fucked out."

The serious look on his face intimidated you, but did you love Peter? That was probably one of the easiest questions you could ever answer.

"I promise."

Peter bit his lip, letting his head fall beside you. "Fuck, I really, really love you too" he whined "What took me so long to take you out on a date?!"

"Oh, it was probably the suit... You know, being Spider-Man is kind of a big deal" He looked back at you, terrified "Yes Peter, I haven't forgotten about that."

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