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PREACHERS DAUGHTER- P.B PARKER
Pairing: Best Friend! Peter x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Summary: you and peter were complete opposites, you the goodie two shoes preachers daughter, him the bad boy next door. yet fate has pulled the two of you together, and you can’t help but feel a certain lust for him.
Warnings: ORAL (fem), teasing, kissing, marking, pet names, best friends falling in luvvv, swearing, weed involved, booze mentioned, praise kink, masturabtion mentioned, lotsss of dirty talk, peter blowing smoke into reader mouth
based of the album- preachers daughter, by ethel cain
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It was mesmerizing- the way his fingers moved. 
You felt as if you were under a trance, the watch on the chain swinging back in forth in front of your eyes, hypnotizing you. 
His rings, silver and shining in the pale moonlight the clock hands, the veins that ran up his wrists acted as the numbers that blurred together after some time. 
Each component drew you in as his fingers strummed each string, moving up and down the fingerboard to play each chord, a sweet melody emerging from the instrument. 
Your mind was far, far off from the homework you swore to yourself you would be doing tonight, despite having your best friend over. You knew you couldn't focus on anything but him, yet you let him slip through your window, with the cracked and peeling paint you refused to paint over- because you and Peter were the reason for its damage. 
You refused to change anything he had touched or wrecked, whether that be the broken dresser handle that was hanging on for dear life, or the jumble of photos the two of you had pasted on your walls while drunk out of your minds.
 They looked awful, all crooked and cluttered to fuck, but you didn’t touch them. 
Refused to. If Peter placed them there, that's where they stayed. 
You looked up at them now, gaze focusing on the smiling faces that stared back at you, that watched over your every move- in a comforting sense. Their presence lingered, as you peered back over to Peter, following the sound of strum from the strings, the sound coming to a screeching halt as he suddenly fished for something in his ripped jean pocket. 
He was so beautiful when he was concentrated. 
The subtlety bite of his lip, pearly whites tugging on the flesh with a sense of urgency as his jaw would clench. The way his messy, slightly ruffled russet hair would fall in front of his eyes, rings glimmering as he slid his hand through the locks to push it back into place. 
You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, wanted to tug on them to make him hiss in pleasure, the way he did the one night he had decided to use your thighs as a pillow. Peter's reaction was tenuous, a slight growl escaping from the cage of his clenched teeth.
 You noticed, though. You always noticed, when it came to him. 
“Bunny? You want one?” he asked softly, pre-rolled in blunt twirling between his large fingers, making you stare in awe. 
“Bun?” 
Oh shit, you were staring. 
“N-no Pete it’s okay. I’m good for now.” you smiled, a heat rising to your cheeks as you forced yourself to stare back down at your tattered notebook filled with scribbles and numbers you had no clue what to do with.
 It was better than looking at his fingers and getting caught again. 
Anything was. 
“Alright pretty but you let me know if you want one okay? Your asshole of a father won't find out, if that's what you're worried about.” he chuckled softly, throwing you a wink as he toyed with the drug, a cat with its dinner.
 Of course that's what you were worried about. You were the minister's daughter, a holy saint if there ever was one. The good girl, your father's little angel. 
We have a reputation to uphold Y/L/N. Don't mess it up, or there'll be consequences. Big ones. 
You had followed his words as he did with passages in that dog-eared bible of his, the rosemary beads sprawled out as a bookmark for his pages. 
So, how in the world did Peter Parker- the boy wrapped in sin your father warned you about, end up as your best friend, the man you trusted with your life? You didn't know, but you were thankful for it. 
It made you laugh every time Peter offered you a smoke, he knew your answer had never changed, yet he always offered anyways. He was sweet that way. It was different with weed, you supposed. 
You were always terrified your father would be able to see right through you, be able to sniff the drugs on you like a hound dog. You made excuses for booze. 
Your father provided red wine during Sunday services, the blood of the lord for all to taste, cannibalism in its cleanest, purest form. Counting on two hands the number of times you and Peter had snuck into the old, gothic church your father managed, getting drunk off the wine in the wooden pews under the stained glass windows was impossible. 
You watched as Peter leaned his guitar against the windowsill, grabbing a lighter from his other pocket, the snake tattoos curled and wrapped along his finger seeming to hiss at you in the dim light of your room. 
“Peter?” you called, making his head snap up, the fire from his light diminishing as fast as it came. “C-can I light it for you?” you asked shyly, watching as that boyish grin that you loved so much came to his face, dimples appearing as he took you in, realizing you were serious. 
“You wanna be an angel and help me out eh?” he teased, making you nod frantically. 
Angel. 
The words alone had your toes curling in your thigh-high socks you knew Peter adored, his fingers always seeming to toy with the little black bows whenever he got the chance. He towered over you even more than he already did as he stood, making his way over to where your body was lounging on the ruffled white sheets. 
“Dad’s not home ya know. I forgot about that.” you tugged on your inner cheek, watching as Peter dropped to his knees before you, like a devil about to spread its wings. 
Begging for mercy before you. 
“Does that mean you do wanna hit then?” he asked, blunt between his teeth as your thumb flicked the flame to life, watching the blues and oranges crackle as you lit his joint. 
“Don’t know how.” you shrugged, watching as he exhaled, the sweet sickly smell of weed filling your senses as he exhaled.
 “We can try something if you want bunny. D’trust me?” You nodded, eager to obey his commands. He smiled, rings cold against your chin as he grabbed it lightly, the pads of his fingers slightly calloused from the strings. 
“Say ahh bunny.” You opened your mouth widely, the smoke he had inhaled floating into your mouth as he exhaled, fogging up your lungs. He was so close you could hear the thud of his heartbeat, could feel the soft heat rolling off him in waves to soothe you in a gentle embrace. 
“Atta girl!” he laughed as you felt the sticky taste coat the back of your throat, mouth turning dry as the Saraha.
 “Peter this tastes like shit.” you groaned, coughing and sputtering as he gently slapped your arm. “No swearing. Or else I’ll wash your mouth out with soap.” he teased, making you burst out in laughter as he rolled onto the bed, smooshing your lower half with his bodyweight- making you groan as his head lolled. 
You felt your skin warm to the touch with how close he was to you, your legs parted slightly so he could wedge his way between them and rest on you. 
“I gotta do my homework silly.” you smiled as he took another puff, his eyes turning a fair shade of red as he watched the smoke slither upwards.
 “I can be your study buddy if ya want.” 
“I’d get no work done if you were my study buddy. You distract me too much.” you teased, giggling as his hand reached over to tickle your thigh gently. “We’d make such a great team. We could be on the mathletes together bunny.” 
You rolled your eyes at his sly commentary, a hand slipping through the soft, messy tumbles of his hair as he sighed in happiness. Nails began to scratch his scalp soothingly, and his chest began to rumble- purring like a cat as you tended to him. 
Just as you wanted. 
The curtains rustled in the breeze that snaked through the cracked window goosebumps appearing on your bare skin as the papes blew. You looked out through the glass, scoping out the graves that surrounded your house. 
You could map out the entire cemetery as you had lived in this old, creaking house your entire life- could picture every little twisted path and old rusting benches that were scattered. It was peaceful here, the only real company consisted of the ghosts and Peter when he came over to visit. 
Your father was never really present, too busy with the works of the church than his own flesh and blood.
 It was an easy silence between the two of you, one you enjoyed immensely. It was different than the other silences you had dealt with in your lifetime- long and uncomfortable. With Peter, they were pleasant and easy, a place where you could be in your own thoughts and not feel bad about it. 
You were lost in them now, as you looked down at him. 
He’s never looked so beautiful. How did I get so lucky- to score him as my best friend? 
Continuing your head scratches, you let your head lull against the headboard, closing your eyes to tune out the world. He continued to smoke, hand resting on your thigh with each inhale. 
“You got somewhere I can put this angel?” he asked, hand waving as he gestured to the stump of the blunt, the weed diminishing. You hadn't realized how much time had passed, the hands on the clock hoping forward since the last time you had looked over at them. 
“Over there is fine.” you pointed to the little dish on the dresser you had left for him whenever he was over, degrading it whenever your father returned home. 
You didn't comment on how much Peter had smoked, just as you didn't comment on how much whisky your father drank whenever he got mad. 
You didn't care enough. 
He shuffled up, puffing the remainder towards you, the smoke cascading around your cheeks, tickling your eyelashes as the old bed creaked. 
“You’re such a doll, you know that?” You smiled. 
“Maybe. It's not like you tell me allll the time or anything.” you teased, poking fun at how sweet he was to you. No one was as ever kind to you as Peter was. It made your insides tingle, made your skin all sensitive to the touch. 
He smiled that cheeky grin that drove you wild, tapping the ash into the dish before he crushed it with his fingers, rings glittering in the soft candlelight. Your homework was long forgotten at this point, your attention solely focused on the beautiful angel of a man that stood before you at the foot of your bed. 
“Hi.” you waved to him, his hand raising to wave back from across the room. 
“Hi bunny.”
 “Cmere.” you insisted, and he smirked as he crawled onto the bed, the look in his eye hungry as he took you in. You looked at him now, really looked at him as his strong arms slid to each side of you, caging you in his hold. 
He was black and blue, the beautiful melancholy shades in between. The way he loved was different than anything you had experienced before. It was scary, a freefall into the depths of the icy water you were scared to tread. But it was numbing- the way he cared. 
A soft and sweet energy, that pricked you gently like pins and needles. His breath was warm as he refused to break eye contact and you wanted to shrink into the depths of the mattress as you felt yourself cave. 
“I bet you taste so good.” he confessed softly, his words making you shudder with delight. 
You knew where this was going. It was heading down the old beaten path the two of you had stumbled down so many times, when you were both drunk off sin in the walls of the church. 
You liked it. 
“Yeah?”
 “Yeah angel. Mmm god I think about tasting you all the time, your skin, your lips, your fingertips..” he trailed off, head dropping down to your chest, rubbing his nose against the skin of your collarbone. 
You felt your hips wriggle, wetness seeping into your panties. “What do you think they taste like?” you sighed as his teeth gently grazed you, biting into your flesh to mark it as his own. 
“Like cinnamon n sugar. So. Fuckin. Sweet.” he kissed your neck between each word as you gigged softly, his plump lips making you squirm. 
“You’re so addicting baby. The things I wanna do to you…” he smirked, licking a stipe where your silky nightgown dipped, revealing the slight curve of your breasts. 
Heels were dug into the ruffled sheets, the sound of your books falling to the hardwood below echoed as the strong breeze brushed you again. No amount of wind could chill the fire that was burning in your veins right now. 
“But we can’t do them. Cause we’re best friends.” you pouted, running your fingers along the back of his neck, curving them around to trace each vein that pulsed as he shivered. 
“Who says?” he whispered, like he was in a trance, and you felt your dress being pushed up, up, up to pool around your waist, your stomach exposed as his head dipped down towards it. 
“Best friends do everything together bunny. Don't you think about me like I think about you?” he asked mischievously and you nodded frantically.
 “Mmm sometimes.”
 “Cause I think about you alll the time. Think about how good you’d be for me when I’m strokin my dick.” he confessed, shuffling down to trail kisses across your stomach, your legs spreading wider as he found his home between them. 
“Y-yeah?” you whimpered, heart beating so fast you heard the blood racing in your ears, his voice sounding distant. It was hard to focus, but at the same time it was hard to focus on anything but him. 
The human body was a funny thing, sometimes. How yours could bend and contract to his will at the whisper of his voice, at the touch of his skin.
 “Mmm yeah. You make me wanna do such bad bad things. But you’re too sweet for that.” 
Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. 
“Peter-” 
“Can I tase you? Please? Just a lil lick, I swear.” 
You moaned at his words alone. How did they sound so sweet, so innocent when there was so much filth behind them? You could never say no to him.
 Never. 
“Please.” you urged, the chill breeze making you tremble as he removed your thong, your knees bent slightly over his shoulders. It happened in a blur, time seeming to jump and snap back again as he had you under his thumb, hanging onto every word he said. 
The first lick sent you into overdrive, body shifting up gears as you crude out his name- hands tugging at his strands of hair as if they were reins. The faint scent of weed trickled through your nose, blemishing your skin and sweat as it trickled. 
You couldn't think. Couldn't move, couldn't speak. 
You and Peter had fooled around before but this…this was new territory. And it felt good. A lick turned into a taste as you heard him growl, tongue stroking through your sensitive folds again. 
“You- you said just a taste-” you panted out, hips thrusting against him as he chuckled.
 “I lied. You should've known.” he teased, eyes meeting yours again- stare so intense you had to look away. 
It was frightening- the eye contact. It was an endless void, a freefall you weren't sure if you'd have a hand to catch you. It was filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, a haziness that made you feel sluggish, like you had drank too much cheap booze, and smoked too many cigarettes. 
You were as breathless as the summer's night outside as he dived back in, malnourished and needy as he devoured you. His lips suctioned around your clit, sucking it sweetly as you wethered and moaned. 
“So so sweet…” he murmured. You felt yourself snap under him as his tongue pushed you over the edge, releasing onto his face as you cried out. His hands tightened their grip around the barricade of your thighs, chin gleaming with your juices as your body shuddered from the aftershocks. 
“That's a girl. My sweet sweet angel.” he sang out, shuffling up to kiss your lips gently, the taste of yourself staining your mouth. You savored his affections, wrapping your arms around his neck, desperate for something to cling to. 
You were scared to let him go, scared he would leave you vulnerable and open like all the others. He sensed your hesitation, rolling over to the side of you, nuzzling his head into your neck as you continued to hold him close. 
“Was I good?” you asked meekly, your biggest fear not being enough for him. 
He just smiled. 
“More than good. The best.” he whispered, kissing your skin. You exhaled a sigh of relief, tension seeping from your bones as you cradled him. 
You heard an owl coo out from the branches of the old oak tree that scratched your house, the wind howling against the old siding. You basked in the emptiness of the room, no one here but the two of you and the peeling posters that peered down at you from the walls.
 He wasn't leaving you. He wasn't embarrassed or ashamed and he was staying with you. He wanted to do this. 
It was hard to think about, hard to wrap your head around it as you had been so shameful of your desires towards him for so long. The old wooden cross that was hung above your bed seemed almost mocking as it reflected in your vanity mirror, a symbol of overcoming sin now with a meaning diminished. 
“You awake?” you asked Peter softly, ripping your eyes from the wood, knowing your father's words would haunt you the longer you were left to your own avail.
 There were so many responses you wanted to spew out to him. 
God loves you- but not enough to save you. 
But you didn’t, to save yourself the abuse of his wrath. 
“Mmm.” he mumbled sleepy, the weed putting him a place of serenity and calm as he synced his breathing with yours. “Did you want me to return the favor?” you mumbled, feeling bad he didn't get the same opportunity you did. 
He just shook his head. “Another time angel. Let me just… lie with you. I like when I just get to be with you like this.” he yawned, bed creaking as he slung his arm around your waist to pull you closer.
 “Okay. Whatever you want.” 
Silence. 
You sighed, flexing your feet, then pointing your toes. The red polish glimmered as the shadows of the wax dripping off the candles bounced off the walls, the smell of the incessant to “hide” the weed smelling of sandalwood. 
A truck rumbled in the distance, its tires rolling against the gravel. Peter sat up, eyes flickering to the headlights that beamed towards the house, making you feel anxious as you clung to the bedsheet. 
Was your father home early? He wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow night, and you knew if he walked in on you and Peter- you’d never hear the end of it. 
“Is he home?” Peter shook his head as he moved towards the window, and you readjusted your nightgown. His hair was messy and rumpled as he stood, hands resting on the windowsill as he peered down.
 A grin was on his face as he turned back to face you, your heartbeat slowing its dangerous pace with an exhale. 
He wasn't home. Or else Peter wouldn't be smiling. 
“Well? Who the hell is at my house at-” Your eyes flickered back to the clock. “Eleven at night?” 
Peter just shrugged, a cheeky look on his face as he walked towards the bedroom door, grip on the brass handle tightening as he swung it wide open. 
You heard the front door open, two familiar voices echoing from down the hallway. 
Bucky and Steve. 
“Look who decided to pay us a visit!” Peter laughed, making you shake your head with a smile. 
Look who decided to visit indeed. 
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tomholland1996simp · 1 year
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Snap || Peter Parker
Summary: It’s been a long stressful day for Peter, so when you come over he can’t help but get mad at certain things you do. Leading to him snapping at his girlfriend.
Haven’t read over so sorry if there’s mistakes.
Being spider-man could be such a stressful Job for Peter, patrolling late at night, trying to juggle with school work and saving the city all made him tired. He felt drained, not just physically but mentally too. That’s why today he wanted to relax in his and his aunts apartment, alone.
However, Peter had forgot that a couple of days ago he asked his girlfriend, y/n, to come over to hang as the apartment would be free. So instantly when he opened the door after he heard a knock, his face dropped slightly when he saw her bright smile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, he just wanted to be alone and be by himself for the day. Normally when Peter is stressed or tired he snaps out at people and gets angry very easily.
“Heyy, Petey” You smiled at your boyfriend, noticing the black bags under his eyes which you would ask about later if he had been getting sleep. You know that Peter is spider-man, you found out when you two were best friends, after the day he told you, you both confessed that you were in love with each other.
“Oh, y/n? Hi” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you walk into his apartment. Now he regrets asking you to come over, knowing he just wanted to go bed and sleep.
“Did you forget that I was coming?” You let out a little chuckle, placing the two plastic bags on the counter. Before going to Peters, you decided to buy his favourite sandwich from his favourite sandwich shop, Delmars. Then you stopped at another store to get your favourite snacks and drinks for you’re movie marathon that you had planned to do tonight.
“N-no, just didn’t realise the time” He lied, taking your bag from you’re shoulder and putting it into his room. You followed him behind asking him if he wanted his sandwich. “Maybe later, I just ate not long ago” He lied yet again, laying on his bed.
“You okay, baby?” You noticed his mood, normally your boyfriend was excited to see you, he would greet you with a big hug and a kiss. Then he would ramble on about his day or his patrols late at night.
“Y-yeah” He faked smiled as you crawled onto the bed leaning over to peck his lips, him not kissing back.
You raise your eyebrow, thinking he’s playing with you. “Peterrr give me a kiss” You whine as he ignored you looking at his phone. You then decided to straddle his legs, taking his phone from his hands and giving him a kiss. This time he did kiss back but he pulled away quickly.
“Give my phone back, please” He tiredly asked.
“No” You jokingly smile at him, but your smile dropped when you realised he wasn’t joking the whole time.
“Give my fucking phone y/n!” He snapped, snatching the phone from your hands and pushing you off him. He then turned his back from you, going back on his phone.
“m’ sorry” You mutter that feeling sinking in, deciding to go into the kitchen and help May by cleaning the apartment up a little. You hoped that after you was done that Peter would be out of his ‘mood’ or whatever was going on with him.
After an hour the dishes were finally washed and cleaned so you decided to go back into Peters room to check on him. Now he was sitting at his desk doing his homework that was due for Monday, maths. Luckily for him you were quite good at maths, that’s why he would always ask you for help.
“Want some help?” You asked, your voice coming out more quiet than usual.
He just nodded his head as he moved to the bed so you could both sit together. You then explained to him how to solve some problems, basically doing the homework for him as he laid there. You didn’t mind that though, you were happy to help him.
Your talking, however, was making Peter lose his mind, he just wanted silence but you kept rambling on about how to do his homework.
“Ahh shit, the pencil is blunt. Do you have a sharpener?” You look at the blunt pencil and then at him.
He then pointed over to his desk top draw, implying that it was in there. You nodded your head, standing up and going over to the draw looking through it to find the sharpener. “I don’t see it” Turning to look at him, seeing him roll his eyes making you gulp.
“It’s in there, look properly” He said, watching you struggle to find it, the noise making his head hurt.
“I don’t think it’s-“ You was cut off by hearing him get up from his bed, stomping over to you and moving you out of the way. He went through the draw and fount it in a old pencil case.
“It’s right here! Open your fucking eyes next time! Fuck sakes, your making my head hurt!” He snapped at you, shouting. He had never ever shouted at you, nor sworn at you before. He then grabbed the pencil sharpening it a bit too hard making it break.
“Sorry” You stand up fiddling with you’re fingers looking into his eyes but not finding any regret in them.
“Stop fucking apologising y/n, that’s all you fucking do. ‘I’m sorry’ just shut up and leave me the fuck alone!” He shouted stepping towards you making you flinch a little as he yelled. You know Peter would never lay a hand on you, but seeing him right now made you scared.
You didn’t want to cry in front of him but you couldn’t help letting a little sob escape your mouth. His angry expression fell a little, now realising what he had said and how scared you looked.
You then pulled out your phone acting as if you had received a message. “Oh, I-I got to g-go, my uhh my mum messaged saying I can’t stay tonight, got plans” You wiped your eyes with yours Peters hoodie, grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder, not daring to meet his eyes.
“y/n, no please don’t go. I’m sorry, Angel.” He grabbed your arm softly, not wanting you to leave, now regretting the way he had just shouted at you. Your his girlfriend, he shouldn’t ever raise his voice at you. He loves you.
“No, just don’t, Peter” He let go of your arm, hating the way you said his name. You never call him by his name, you always use nick names or cute pet names for him.
“I’m so sorry, baby. Please” He pleaded as you ran to his front door, opening it and slamming it behind you as tears fell down your face. He didn’t run after you, no. But he couldn’t help but feel guilty, looking at the clean apartment that you had cleaned up for him and May. Opening the two plastic bags that had his favourite sandwich in and all your favourite drinks + snacks.
Tears fell down his face, he told you he would never treat you like how he just did. He wishes he could give you the world and beat up everyone who makes you cry, not to be the reason you cry.
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At school
You hadn’t answered any of Peters messages or calls. After he had snapped at you, you decided to let him be alone not wanting to be around him when he was like that. Annoyingly, Peter and you went to the same school, so you knew you would see him on Monday.
Now you’re walking to chemistry, which you shared with Peter. Your running a bit late though, due to not feeling the best today. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to face Peter again, you didn’t know.
“Miss Y/L/N, your late” You’re teacher told you as you walked in, everyone’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to meet a certain pair. You didn’t apologies or neither answer, your voice would sound too weak as you had already locked eyes with him.
You sat down in your seat, your leg bouncing up and down, wanting the lesson to be over with. Peter sat two rows in front of you, you just kept staring at his figure. He looked better than before, earlier when you saw him his bags were gone and his hair was less messy.
“Y/N since you were late, you can clean the rest of the equipment up” Your teacher told you as she packed her things up, making you sigh.
Once everyone left, you started putting the equipment away, like the test tubes and all the other things. All you could think about is Peter.
Smash.
You hadn’t realised but you had dropped one of the test tubes, the glass shattering everywhere. “Fuck, sakes” Tears pricked you’re eyes, you were so tired and you kept thinking of the fight with Peter. Did he not love you anymore? Are you both broken up? Maybe you really are annoying and you should leave him alone.
Picking up the glass, you didn’t care if you were cutting yourself, you were just upset. “Let me help you” You heard from the door as someone came to help you, picking the rest of the glass up and grabbing your hand.
This voice made your heart skip a beat.
“Shit your bleeding, here sit on the table” Peter helped you to sit on the table, grabbing the first aid kit and cleaning the cuts. You both stayed in silence in the classroom as he wrapped your hand with the hand wraps, making sure it’s not on too tight.
“Thanks” You mutter, keeping your head down, you was about to get up but he stopped you. “I-I uhh I’m sorry, y/n/n. I was just stressed with school and saving the city. I was doing too much and I was so tired, I know it’s not an excuse at all but I love you, baby. I’m so fucking sorry that I said all them things, I didn’t mean it, I swear.” He said truthfully, tears welling in his eyes making you smile a little.
“No, I’m sorry, I was being annoying..”
“No, you wasn’t not at all. I made you cry, you’re my girlfriend and I should never treat you like that because i’m stressed. I know you would never. I’m sorry” He apologised yet again, grabbing the sides of your face.
“It’s okay, Pete. Don’t cry” You smile wiping a tear that fell from his face.
“I love you so fucking much, baby” He smiled leaning in to kiss you.
“I love you so much, Spidey” You chuckle grabbing his face and smashing your lips together.
“Y/L/N, Parker, Hands off each other in the classroom!”
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bitchyycapricorn · 11 months
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Bitten
Peter Parker x Reader
Masterlist Word Count: 1.6K Synopsis: Peter’s body changes significantly after being bitten Warnings: Angst, Smut, very fluffy, oral (F and M receiving), P in V, language AN: Characters are aged up. Also, sorry this is one of my shorter ones, wanted to get a small blurb out before my long work. Not edited.
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Peter before the spider bite:
You found yourself once again sitting in your boyfriends room watching as he messes with his new Star Wars lego set. “Babyyyyy, I’m boredddd.” You whine, hoping to get his attention after sitting on his bed for almost four hours just playing on your phone. Peter’s head shot up at your voice while a dorky smile spreads across his perfect lips.
“Well then, what would YOU like to do?” He asks while standing up to stretch.
You tap your chin and look up at the ceiling jokingly. “Probably you,” you tease. Peter’s eyes go wide, as shock paints his face.
“M-me?” He quivers with a terrified face before bursting into laughter with you.
“Oh my-just come over here you doof!” You giggle while holding your arms open. Peter quickly jumps into bed to join you, his lanky body slipping easily into your arms.
“Sooo…” Peter mumbles into your neck, “you really wanna do me?” He asks looking up at you and wiggling his eyebrows. You let out a laugh and nod, capturing Peters lips in your own.
“Take your cloths off lover boy,” you hum while sliding your own shirt off. Peter is quick to oblige, throwing his shirt to the side to reveal his small, and quite scrawny figure. You liked it though, after all, he was your Peter and your Peter was perfect. “I love your body you know that Pete?” You smile, leaning in to kiss his chest.
You watch as Peters cheeks flush a bright red, “R-really?” He laughs nervously.
You wrap your arms around him quickly mumbling a “I love it more than anything, you’re so sexy,” into his chest. Peter laughs again before crawling out of your lap to help you pull off your shorts.
“Well I, I love your body too,” He beams as he throws your underwear onto his desk.
“Peter!” You gasp as you feel him bury his head between your thighs. His tongue slowly licking between your folds and grazing your clit. Arching your back, you lightly grab ahold of Peters hair, admiring the way he looked between your thighs. You could already feel the pleasurable sensation of your orgasm creeping up on you, the feeling making your muscles tense and your insides feel warm and fuzzy.  “Fuck, babe I’m close,” your moan, grip tightening on Peter’s messy curls. His tongue swirled around your clit a few more times before you felt yourself release, grinding your hips as you finish. Peter smiles, popping up and giving you a sloppy kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue and lips.  “Your turn,” You hum, flipping you and Peter over so he was now propped up on the pillows.
Peter let out a small moan as you toy with the zipper of his jeans, truthfully struggling to get them off. Peter lifts his hips, allowing you enough room to discard both his pants and boxers. A smile plays on your lips as your hand slowly strokes his cock. He was around 6 inches and fit just about perfectly in your mouth. You found yourself admiring his aching cock as you lay down on your tummy, eagerly taking him in your mouth. Peter let out a gasp as you bob your head, enjoying the feeling oh him hitting the back of your throat. “N-not too m-much uuuhh longer, I’m-I’m already close,” Peter stutterers, feeling his cock begin to twitch in your mouth. You slowly remove your mouth from him, making a loud popping sound as he flew out of your mouth completely.
“Ready?” You hum, as you sat up and position yourself on top of him. Peter nodded quickly, squeezing your tits as you slowly sunk down onto his cock. “Oh-fuck Peter,” You moan, throwing your head back as you slowly slid up and down his hard cock. “Fuck you feel so good, you-fuck-you fill me so well,” You whine as you continue to bounce. You place your hands on his smooth chest to balance yourself, before slowly grasping onto his shoulders.
You continue to ride him, loving the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you. “I-I’m close Y/N,” Peter moans , bucking his hips up into yours. Within a few minutes Peter was pulling out of you and finishing on his stomach while you helped him clean up.
When you find out about the spider bite:
“Peter what the fuck,” You gasp, staring at your mostly naked boyfriend standing in the middle of his room.
Peter’s head snaps to the now open door, staring at you like he had just committed a crime. “Y/N…I don’t know what’s going on with me.” Peter’s voice cracks. Your eyes skim his now extremely muscular body, with his new set of abs, broad shoulders, and thick arms. “Y/N, I don’t know what to do,” Peter cries, feeling suddenly out of place in his new body.
“Hey, it’s okay, do you know what happened babe?” You ask softly, as you close the door and begin to approach Peters crying figure. Your arms wrap around him, embracing him in a tight hug. His arms squeeze you, and you became suddenly hyper aware of just how strong his grip was and how every one of his muscles felt against your bare arms.
Peter heaved a few more sobs before sitting down onto the bed with you. “Remember that spider exhibit I went to visit a few days ago? The one you refused to go to with me?” Peter asked, his red puffy eyes staring into yours.
You nod, touching his face and replying with a soft “Yes.”
“Well,” Peter sighs, “One of the spiders was missing from it’s compartment, and while I was there I felt a sharp bite on my neck, and the next thing I know I can see and hear things so much better. I can stick to the wall! I’ve gotten bigger…everywhere! And I’m hungry and sweaty and I feel amazing yet so sick at the same time.” He rambles.
“So wait…you’re telling me that you got bitten by a radioactive spider and are now some bulky ass man who has like super hearing?” You ask furrowing your eyebrows.
“Yes…?” Peter replies sucking in another breath.
“Okay…wait…did you say sticking to walls?”
Peter with the spider bite:
You and Peter had been adjusting to the new spider bite for about three weeks now, trying to figure out all the new things Peter could do along with helping him get used to experiencing his new and enhanced senses, oh, and the Peter tingle. You both had been so wrapped up in figuring stuff out it was only now as you were laying in Peters bed on a rather warm day that you realize neither of you have had sex for over a month. In fact, the last time you saw Peter even close to naked was the day you found out about the spider bite and he was just in a pair of boxers. Since then he seems so nervous to even take his shirt off around you.
“Hey Peter?” You ask turning to your boyfriend who is hiding in a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants on an almost 90 degree day. “You can take off your sweatshirt you know? I don’t bite, unless you want me to.” You tease, tugging at the warm material of his sweatshirt.
“I’m cold,” Peter lies, still looking at his phone.
“Peter?” You ask again, finally getting Peter to turn to you. “Why won’t you let me see your body anymore?” You finish quietly.
Peter frowns, realizing that you’d finally noticed his hesitation to let you see him with nothing on. “I’m scared,” he answers honestly. “You’d always tell me how much you loved the way I looked, and how you liked my build before, all of that, and now I look different. I know that typically people favor a more muscular build but what if you don’t? What if you only like what I used to look like?”
You stare at Peter for a moment before a warm smile spread across your pink lips. “Oh, Peter,” you sigh, sitting up and fully turning toward him. You gently cup his face with your palm, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Of course I loved your body before, but I love it now too. I really don’t care what your build is sweetheart, I just care that you’re my Peter. I fell in love with your goofy smile and your absurd jokes, not your body after some hookup. Besides, bodies change, mines changed since we’ve met, and you still love mine.” You smile kissing his lips softly.
“You’re right” Peter sighs pulling away from the kiss. “I was just so worried you’d view me differently,” he mumbles.
“I know, but hey, I’m going to love you regardless,”
“Okay good because I’m about to die of heat,” Peter groans slipping off his sweatshirt followed by his sweatpants and boxers. His naked boy lays spread out across the sheets, radiating previously trapped heat.
You let out a laugh, slowly running your hand up his muscular chest. “You look hot babes,” You tease, slowly massaging his right shoulder.
“I am hot, I am sweating, look at me!” Peter groans again.
“I meant you’re like sexy hot,” You giggle, running your hand down his arm. “But i could make you even hotter if you want,” You wink at him.
Peter raised an eyebrow at you, feeling blood rush down to his now hardening cock. “It that so?” he asks with a small smirk. “I mean, it has been forever,” he admits, rolling onto his side to face you.
You hum, placing a kiss to his lips before scanning his body again. “Um Peter…” you ask slowly.
“Yes love?” He asks slowly placing his hand on your thigh.
“D-did your dick get bigger?” You laugh nervously remembering just how much it already filled you up before.
“Yeah, extra two inches, wanna try it out?” Peter winks, before tackling you onto his soft mattress.
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breaking my heart | peter parker
summary: I know what you mean when you act like that, but you don't know it's breaking my heart
trope/genre: childhood bestfriends to lovers: angsttt
warnings: heartbreak :(
word count: 2k
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"I know what you mean when you act like that but you don't know it's breaking my heart"
In the bustling cafeteria, a symphony of voices blended with the clatter of trays, creating a vibrant backdrop for the lunchtime gathering. Y/N sat among her friends—Peter, MJ, and Ned—engrossed in their lively conversation about the upcoming homecoming dance. Excitement permeated the air, infusing the atmosphere with an electric buzz that invigorated the crowded room.
Ned, leaning forward with an animated gleam in his eyes, captivated their attention with a dramatic gesture. "Listen up, team," he proclaimed, his voice cutting through the cafeteria noise. "I've concocted a plan that will dazzle Betty for homecoming."
Y/N leaned in eagerly, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Tell us everything," she urged, her voice filled with anticipation.
Ned's enthusiasm was infectious as he elaborated on his elaborate proposal scheme, detailing every aspect with meticulous care. He painted a picture of a magical evening, complete with a carefully selected playlist and a dazzling light display.
Peter, nodding in agreement, added, "That sounds incredible, Ned," his voice resonating with genuine admiration.
MJ, ever the skeptic, raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Do you really think Betty will go for all this?" she quipped, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Ned remained undaunted, dismissing MJ's skepticism with a confident smile. "Trust me, MJ, Betty will be blown away," he asserted, his tone oozing with certainty.
Turning to Y/N, Ned inquired about her own plans for homecoming. Y/N's smile wavered slightly as she hesitated, her gaze momentarily dropping. "I'm not sure if I'll be going yet," she admitted, a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice.
Ned then turned his attention to Peter, eager for an update on his plans with Liz. "And how about you, Peter? Any progress on asking Liz?" he inquired, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
Y/N's heart sank at the mention of Liz, a pang of disappointment washing over her. She attempted to mask her feelings with a forced smile, but deep down, the realization that Peter's affections lay elsewhere weighed heavily on her heart.
As Ned shifted his focus to Peter, Y/N couldn't ignore the longing in her chest. She had harbored a secret hope that Peter might ask her to the dance, but it seemed that hope was in vain. Peter's response was casual, his indifference palpable as he replied, "I haven't really thought about it yet."
Y/N felt a wave of sadness wash over her at Peter's lack of interest. She turned her attention back to her friends, masking her disappointment behind a facade of cheerfulness. But inside, the sting of rejection lingered, casting a shadow over her excitement for the dance.
Despite the laughter and chatter around her, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of Peter's eyes on her. She sensed his gaze, warm and probing, but she refused to meet it. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the unspoken tension between them.
She kept her gaze fixed on her hands, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to distract herself. The weight of his gaze was tangible, like a soft caress against her skin, both comforting and unnerving.
Despite her efforts to ignore him, she couldn't escape the pull of his gaze. It was as though an invisible thread connected them, drawing her closer even as she resisted.
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Y/N's footsteps reverberated softly in the empty hallway as she retraced her steps back to the biology classroom. The school day was on its twilight, casting long shadows across the corridors, and she had nearly made her escape when the realization struck: she'd left her pencil case behind. With a resigned sigh, she nudged open the door and stepped inside, hoping for a swift retrieval before the final bell.
Upon entering the room, she was met with an unexpected scene that halted her in her tracks. Peter and Liz lingered at the back, their voices a subdued murmur. Y/N hesitated, a knot of uncertainty tightening in her chest. Should she announce her presence or slip away unnoticed?
Her decision was made for her as Liz's voice, tinged with concern, drifted to her ears. "Peter, I'd love to go to homecoming with you," she confessed, her tone warm with affection. "But I can't shake the feeling that there's something more between you and Y/N."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat, the blood roaring in her ears as she strained to hear Peter's response. His words were like a punch to the gut, sharp and biting. "There's nothing more between us, Liz," he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. "We're just friends, and it'll always be that way. Anything between me and Y/N will just never ever happen."
The weight of Peter's denial pressed down on Y/N like a leaden blanket, suffocating her with its finality. She felt as though the ground had dropped out from beneath her feet, leaving her suspended in a void of disbelief and heartache.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to process the crushing blow. The ache in her chest was palpable, a physical manifestation of the shattered hopes and dreams that now lay scattered at her feet.
Without a word, Y/N turned and fled from the classroom, the sound of her own ragged breaths echoing in her ears. Each step felt like an eternity as she stumbled blindly through the empty corridors, seeking solace in the anonymity of her pain.
The world around her blurred into a haze of indistinct shapes and shadows as she raced towards the sanctuary of solitude. Her heart was heavy with the weight of unspoken words and shattered illusions, each beat a painful reminder of what could never be.
She didn't know where she was going, only that she needed to escape, to put as much distance between herself and the searing agony of Peter's rejection. And as the tears streamed down her cheeks, she vowed to bury the pain deep within her heart, where no one else could ever reach it.
In her desperate rush to escape the suffocating weight of her emotions, Y/N's vision blurred with unshed tears, obscuring the path ahead. Her hurried steps carried her forward, unaware of the figure looming before her until it was too late. With an inadvertent collision, she crashed into Harry, her closest friend outside of their usual group.
Harry, a familiar face from their shared history class for the past two years, had always been a steadfast presence by her side. Whether it was lending a sympathetic ear during late-night study sessions or sharing a laugh over inside jokes, he had become an invaluable source of comfort and support.
As Y/N stumbled, on the brink of losing her balance, Harry's quick reflexes kicked in, his strong arms wrapping around her to prevent her fall. The sudden jolt brought her back to reality, and she found herself caught in his embrace, her tears staining the fabric of his shirt.
Concern etched across his features, Harry gently brushed a stray tear from her cheek, his voice soft with worry. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his gaze searching hers for answers.
But Y/N could only shake her head, her throat tight with unspoken sorrow. How could she begin to articulate the pain that gnawed at her soul, the shattered pieces of her heart scattered at her feet?
"I... I can't," she whispered, her voice barely a breathless murmur. The weight of her anguish threatened to overwhelm her, and she felt the walls closing in around her.
Harry's expression softened with understanding, his hand reaching out to offer solace. "It's okay," he reassured her, his touch a soothing balm against the raw edges of her pain. "You don't have to tell me if you're not ready."
But Y/N couldn't shake the sense of guilt that gnawed at her conscience. Harry deserved to know the truth, to understand the turmoil that plagued her heart. And yet, she couldn't bear to burden him with the weight of her sorrows.
"We have history," she murmured, her words tinged with regret. "I can't..."
But before she could finish, Harry cut her off with a determined resolve that took her by surprise. "Fuck it," he declared, his voice firm with conviction. "Let's skip. You're more important."
And in that moment, as Harry offered her his unwavering support, Y/N felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life in the darkness. Perhaps, with his guidance, she could find the strength to face her demons head-on, to confront the pain that threatened to consume her whole.
As the final bell of the school day reverberated through the corridors, Y/N and Harry quietly made their way to the deserted football bleachers, seeking solace in the serene solitude they offered. Nestled in a secluded spot, shielded from prying eyes, Y/N allowed herself to crumple into Harry's comforting embrace, her tears mingling with the soft fabric of his shirt.
For what felt like an eternity, she surrendered to the torrent of emotions coursing through her, her anguished sobs punctuating the stillness of the empty stadium. Harry held her with a tenderness born of deep empathy, his own heart heavy with the weight of her pain, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along her trembling back.
As her tears ebbed, leaving behind only the raw ache of her shattered heart, Y/N summoned the strength to recount the events that had led her to this moment, her voice trembling with a mixture of anguish and resignation. With each word, she bared her soul, laying bare the wounds inflicted by a love that had promised so much yet delivered only heartache.
"I thought things were different this time," she confessed, her voice laden with regret. "But he just... he hurt me all over again."
Harry's brows knit together in a furrow of concern, a surge of righteous indignation coursing through him. "Again?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with incredulity. "What an ass."
Y/N nodded, her gaze fixed on a distant point, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. "I just feel so deeply for him," she murmured, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I thought maybe... maybe he felt the same way, but..."
As she spoke, Harry felt a swell of compassion rise within him, a fierce desire to shield her from further pain igniting in his chest. "You deserve better," he declared, his voice resolute with conviction. "You deserve someone who recognizes the incandescence of your soul, who cherishes you as the extraordinary being you are."
His words hung in the air like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of her despair, offering a glimpse of the possibility of a love that transcended mere affection—a love that was grounded in mutual respect and unwavering devotion.
Y/N looked up at him, her gaze brimming with gratitude and a flicker of hope. "I just don't understand," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Why can't he see how much he's hurting me?"
As they sat in the hushed serenity of the fading light, Harry's arms enveloped Y/N, offering solace in their comforting embrace. In that moment, he made a silent vow to be her steadfast ally, her unwavering advocate, promising to shield her from further heartache with his unwavering devotion.
Y/N nestled against him, finding solace in his warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. With a heavy sigh, she allowed herself to surrender to the tranquility of the moment, finding comfort in the knowledge that she was not alone in her pain, that Harry would be there to light the way through the darkness that threatened to consume her.
In the midst of their shared vulnerability, Harry felt a surge of determination rise within him. Despite the weight of the moment, he knew he had to seize the opportunity, even if the timing felt imperfect. With a steadying breath, he mustered the courage to ask Y/N to accompany him to homecoming.
"Y/N," he began, his voice soft yet resolute, "I know this might not be the right time, but... would you go to homecoming with me?" Each word was infused with a gentle sincerity, a heartfelt plea that spoke volumes of his care for her.
He could see the conflict in her eyes, the lingering pain of her unrequited feelings for Peter warring with the flicker of hope his question had ignited. "It would be just as friends," he added quickly, a pang of regret tugging at his heart. He knew this was not how he had envisioned asking her, but he also knew that her healing was paramount, even if it meant sacrificing his own desires.
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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲
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→ premise: it’s just so easy to overstimulate peter, especially with how sensitive he is when his spidey sense is on overload.
→ paring: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader – sub!peter
→ warnings: smut, overstimulation, praise [praising peter], oral [m & f receiving], hair pulling [reader pulling peters hair], nicknames [bug boy, baby, princess]
→ a/n: 01 kinktober
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Peter loves being between your beautiful thighs. He can spend hours upon hours with his face buried in your cunt, pleasuring you. you had no issue with that in the beginning but it became an issue when even after he made you cum twice, he hasn’t stopped.
“Mhm! Pete, wait, slow down just a bit baby” you whimpered as Peter wouldn’t slow his mouth's assault on your abused and swollen clit. You were already very sensitive and overstimulated, you didn’t wanna cum again just yet so you needed him to be a bit gentler. In an attempt to steady your shaking body you grip onto the closest thing your hands could find, Pete's hair. Threading your fingers through his brown mess of hair and pulling a bit. With a small whine slipping past his lips he reluctantly lets go of your clit and looks up at you with glossed over eyes. “Easy bug boy” you grin, your voice coming out very seductive and hypothesizing to the now very pliable boy buried between your legs. “I just want to please you princess please” He groans and pushes forward trying to latch his mouth back on your throbbing clit. With the grip you still had on his hair you pull him back releasing a small moan from Peter's.
“Nuh uh, you've pleased me enough baby, made me cum like a good boy” He lets out a whimper at the praise and his face begins to redden. “Now let me please you baby boy okay, let me make you feel good” you smirk and let go of his hair to pull him up by arm.
“Yes please” he frantically nods with his eyes glued to you the whole time you pull him up. You slip your hand around the back of his neck and pull his face down to yours, resting your forehead against his. Peter's brain is very hazy and all he can focus on is your hands all over his body. Quickly you flip the two of you so you’re on top of him, you begin sliding down his body. You slip one hand up and under his shirt to rub his side and one down to tug the waistband of his boxers down. Peter whines and bucks his hips softly. “Be a good boy for me baby, can you do that?” You ask slightly mockingly as you finish tugging off his boxers and wrap your hand around his leaking pink cock.
With his face full of heat and redness he whines as an answer. “I need words sweet boy” you run your thumb over the slit in his cock causing him to twitch in your hands. “Please princess wanna be your good boy, wanna feel good” he groans as his eyes dart between your hand around him and your face. “There you go sweet baby, im gonna take such good care of you.” You smile up at your boy as he begins melting into your touch needing more. you begin licking strips from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock making him buck his hips. seeing the desperate look in peters eyes makes an evil smirk grow on your face, it still makes you give in to him in the end.
You slowly sink your mouth down onto him while running your tongue over the protruding vein on the underside of his cock. “Mhmm princess” Peter grunts and covers his mouth with the backside of his hand to suppress a wanton moan. Using the hand that’s still wrapped around Peter you begin jerking off the base of his cock sense you can't fit all of him in your mouth. Your free hand began rubbing his hip bone, you can feel the goosebumps beginning to rise on his skin. You notice Peter is a lot more reactive and sensitive to your touch as you're sucking him off. “Such a good boy for me, being so responsive and obedient baby boy” you continue to mumble praises around his cock sending vibrations through his body.
The praises filled Peter's ears and sounded like heaven and he was quickly becoming overstimulated from the warmth of your mouth around him, the praise going to his head and his cock, and everything around him felt like it was buzzing. His spidey sense was quickly overactive.
Peters hips kept bucking and was a squirming, whining, muttering mess in your hands the closer his release came.he sounded so angelic moaning and mumbling how sensitive he was and how overstimulated he was wanting you to stop but not stop. His senses were very confused and his brain was clouded so he couldn’t think straight. “I’m right here sweet boy, such a good boy baby. Just let go you’re okay. I know your sensitive but its okay baby” you rub circles on his hipbone attempting to clam him down but he only twitches from your touch.
With one last tug of his cock peter starts to fall to pieces. Incoherently mumbling, panting and whimpering as his hot cum shoots down your thorat. You swallow around him as his hip are twitching as his high slowly fades, your mouth not leaving him yet though. You attempt to slowly and gentle remove your mouth to not stimulate his swollen tip but fail. Peter lets out a loud whimper at the stimulation. “I’m sorry baby” your voice is laced with sympathy but you weren’t actually sorry, he was very cute and needy when overstimulated.
“You were such a good boy for me sweeties, my sweet boy did an amazing job” you pull your body up to give him a big kiss, making him whine cause his senses are still overloaded.
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a/n: hope you all enjoyed the first day of my kinktober lovelies!
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prom with nerd peter!!! reader asks him to prom and he’s literally shitting himself while doing it😭 every one in school is confused as to how tf this nerd dude bagged that finest gyal in school lmao
prom alert!
song: dream a little dream of me (cover)- the mamas & the papas
warnings: major fluff!! mentions of anxiety and nerves. but overall, a sappy prom experience that will make you feel so single.
note: in honor of prom season approaching… this is a nerd!peter blurb, the same peter and y/n from my (ongoing) nerd alert! series.
“oh my god. oh my god. oh god!” peter hyperventilates while looking at himself in the mirror. he’s sporting a perfectly fitting black tux with a bow tie. his pouch in the front was empty, awaiting for a flower. he couldn’t look at himself for more than a few seconds without freaking out. “i can’t do this.”
“peter,” aunt may called, stopping him from walking out of the room by clutching onto his shoulders. “what’s going on? you’ve been so excited since she asked you.”
that’s right. you asked peter to prom. ever since you guys started dating, peter has been in too much disbelief to even be present sometimes. how did someone so incredibly smart, gorgeous, and overall way out-of-his-league like him? every time he saw you his heart went haywire and nearly brought him into cardiac arrest. you were perfect in his eyes, and probably everyone else’s too. peter wanted—no needed—everything to be perfect.
“i can’t go.”
“that’s silly talk, peter. you’ve liked her for years and now you’re going to prom with her. what’s really going on?”
“i…” so many things were going on in his head. “what if she realizes i’m not good enough? what if i make a fool out of her? what if people laugh at us? what if—”
“stop, stop, stop,” may interrupts, staring at peter through the full length mirror. she dusts of his shoulders. “you’re going to kill yourself what all of these what if’s. there is only one thing you need to think about. how do you feel about her?”
peter scrunches his eyebrows, but doesn’t hesitate.
“i love being around her. she always makes me feel special. oh, and i can listen to her for hours, she has such a soothing voice. i really like her. like really really. i lo…” his wandering eyes landed on may’s soft smile.
“look at you. all grown up.”
it is then when he realizes what she was doing. she was making peter talk about you because he knows that you make him feel comfortable. she doesn’t want him to worry about the outside opinions. “thanks, may.”
“of course, peter. now, what are you waiting for! go, get!” may hurriedly rushed peter out of the room. as they pass the dining table, she snatches the red corsage in the clear container. “wait!”
before peter reaches the front door, he turns to look at may worryingly.
“what?”
“you forgot this,” she stuffs the corsage into his trembling hands.
“right. thank you. uh, i guess have to go now. love you,” he leans over to hug her.
“oh, you know i love you more. now go!”
peter has fought many dangerous people in the past. people that could kill him at any moment. however, he thinks he might die while he stands trembling on your doorstep.
the sun behind him is beginning to set while his heart bangs against his rib cage aggressively. after ringing the doorbell and waiting god knows how long (it felt like hours), your mom opens the door with a welcoming smile on her face.
“don’t you look handsome? y/n! come down!” she shouts up the stairs. she widens the door and beckons peter inside. with a shaky smile, peter shuffles inside and waits terrified on the bottom of the stairs.
your mom makes light conversation, and you two have already met, so it should’ve been easy. but peter’s nerves made everything ten times harder than it needed to be. peter could barely process any of her words and compliments, especially when he heard the click of your heels.
on instinct, peter’s neck cranes toward your figure as you stroll elegantly down the staircase. instead of racing, his heart stops completely. he feels the world around him freeze as his eyes lock onto your body. colored maroon, a long, silk dress adorns you along with black laced heels wrapped around your legs. your hair was curled romantically with the front pieces being pinned back precisely. he’s so caught up in how show-stopping you are he doesn’t catch the soft words that come out of your mouth once you’re in front of him.
“you look…wow. you look…there isn’t a word to describe how you look,” he rambled, eyes still in a daze. he strongly believed your name should be in a dictionary and be considered as a synonym for ethereal.
“how about amazing?”
“you’re way more than amazing. inside and out,” a warm wave of heat flushed over your skin causing your lips to lift into a smile.
“well, you don’t look too bad yourself, bug,” your hands press against his chest while he blushes profusely at your compliment. his wandering eyes finally find your face, glowing brighter than the sun and stars.
oh god. would it be bad if he cried? would it be bad if he kissed you and never let you go?
“let me get a picture of you two! i’ll make sure to send them to may!” your mom scurries into the kitchen for a moment to grab her camera.
“oh and um, here,” peter opens the dark red corsage that matches your dress. he places the plastic container on a stair before delicately wrapping the flower bundle around your wrist.
you pull another matching flower from behind you and tuck it into his empty pocket in the front. peter suggested doing it this way so you both had something to give each other. you thought it was the sweetest thing in the world. you thought he was the sweetest thing in the world, and you don’t know how you got so lucky to find someone like him.
when your mom comes back, you and peter pose cutely for a few pictures. you even do a few silly ones that you found online, like posing with finger guns while being back to back. when you’re done, peter and you finally leave for the dance, which is about a half an hour away.
“ready, bug?” you asked, squeezing peter hand’s reassuringly. he takes a few deep breaths, beyond nervous to walk through those fancy glass doors. anxiety is laced through his veins, pumping in his blood. you’ve already signed in, neon bracelets on your wrists. now, all you two had to do was walk into the room filled with your entire high school class.
it was a big deal for you both because no one really knew you two were together.
it was definitely one of the fancier events you’ve been to, but you weren’t nervous. if anything, you were comfortable because peter was by your side. however, it was very obvious that peter was on the brink of a panic attack. small spots of sweat could be seen on his forehead and nose while his teeth gnawed on his lip repeatedly.
“yeah. yeah, i can do this,” peter answers as if he’s trying to convince himself while his eyes focus heavily on the other side of the door.
“look at me,” your hands cup his cheeks and direct his face to look at yours. his eyes gaze into yours, muscles instantly relaxing into your touch. you were his kryptonite. “don’t think about anyone else. this isn’t about them. this about us. this is for us, not them.”
peter nods understandingly and takes another deep breath. holding your hand with newfound confidence, he pulls open the door and you both waltz inside.
the scenery was gorgeous. it was a huge ballroom with white ribbons hanging everywhere. lights flickered as upbeat music echoed throughout the room. as if you were in a movie, everyone’s heads turn towards the newest people to arrive: you.
peter’s grip on your hand tightens as everyone gossips. their expressions are priceless to you, jaws falling to the floor as they see you next to peter’s side. couples turn to each other as they bad-mouth your pairing.
“y/n came with peter?”
“someone has got to be paying her.”
“poor y/n.”
“god, she’s so hot. why peter?”
“if this is real, anything is possible.”
it’s hard for peter to ignore what everyone is saying when his senses are immediately heightened. every little whisper is shot straight into his eardrum, but he tries not to let them affect him.
“let’s go get a drink,” you shout to peter and tug him towards the food area. peter can barely shake off the staring eyes that burn into your backs. he shudders out a breath, hating that there was so much attention on you.
to distract himself, peter gets you both drinks. smiling, you take a sip and try to relax for a moment.
“that wasn’t as bad as i thought.”
“‘cause you didn’t hear what they said.”
“and you did?”
“yes,” peter points to his ear and you nod in understanding. of course, peter’s superhuman abilities still worked even at a regular high school event.
“well, just forget them. remember, it’s about us,” you smile and peter practically melts into a puddle on the ground.
“did you bring it?” you ask.
“bring what?”
you waddle closer to peter and set your drink down on the table. you lean towards his ear on your tiptoes.
“the suit,” you whisper, very, very secretly. peter chuckles, blushing at your proximity.
“of course. i know how much you like it,” discreetly, peter adjusts his collar and shows you a small peek of the red suit on his neckline. you gasp with a smile and quickly go to fix it for him.
“you’re so cute. i…” you stop yourself. you didn’t know if you were ready to say those three powerful words yet. so you peck a gentle kiss on peter’s cheek, hoping he didn’t notice. before you say anything else, you hear a song that you know all too well. gasping again, you force peter to put his drink down as you drag him onto the dance floor. “i love this song!”
when the song comes to an end, a slower, more romantic song begins. naturally, you find yourself slotted in front of peter, his hand resting on your waist politely while your arms wrap around his neck. your bodies sway leisurely to the sweet melody that pours throughout the speakers.
“stars shining bright above you,” the soft voice floats majestically in the air. peter gazes at your beauty in disbelief as the music continues to enhance the moment. you both stare into each other’s sparkling eyes as you mouth the lyrics with enchanting smiles upon your lips.
“night breezes seem to whisper “i love you”,” in that moment, your bodies stop moving as your eyes burn into one another’s. saying i love you was something you two hadn’t done yet, and even though it wasn’t direct or literal, it felt real. it felt right. it felt like that was a sign, your sign, that the time was finally right.
your hands drift into the hair on his nape, caressing him softly. peter’s breath is staggered, an overwhelming amount of emotions cascading through him.
“i love you, peter,” you lean into him, meeting his lips before he could say it back. if he said it back.
his rough hands press gently into your lower back as he deepens the kiss. peter could smell your rosy perfume better than ever when you guys kissed, so now every time he thought of kissing, he thought of roses and you. your noses brushed and your lips locked together as if you were the perfect combination. and to you both, you were.
“still craving your kiss,” the music hummed sweetly.
when you finally pull away, peter doesn’t let you go more than an inch from his face.
“i love you so much, y/n. thank you,” he tucks a strand of curled hair behind your ear. his heart thumps rapidly in his chest, but he doesn’t care. his complete and utter attention is on the graceful human being bundled in his arms.
“thank you? for what?” your grin is dopey.
“for giving me a chance.”
with a never ending smile, you crash your lips to peter’s once again, pushing him as close to you as possible. you never want to leave from his touch, needing to be consumed by his presence for eternity. as your hands caress his heated cheeks, the song nears its end.
“but in your dreams, whatever they be,”
“dream a little dream of me.”
this is so cute OMG. but can we talk about HOW Y/N DEFINITELY CALLS HIM BUG??? also, i’m in love with how they said i love you 😭😭
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reallyreallyspiderman · 2 months
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I think it's weird that you never see people with the same couch as you
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hlvstia · 9 months
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— too late :(
pairing : peter parker x reader | peter parker x f!reader | peter parker x female!reader | peter parker x fem!reader | peter parker x y/n | peter parker x you
prompt : peter’s laptop dies while you two were doing a very important project for a class. ( from https://perchance.org/otp--prompts ) safe link! /srs
word count : 393, very short!
a/n : can be any mcu peter, but i’ll be using tom’s 🤍. also, feel free to submit me a prompt with any character! i’d love to get back in writing and fulfilling your requests. love u all!
drabble below the read more cut, enjoy loves!
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as you two were doing a project for this class, it practically ended up with both of y’all arguing— only because peter wouldn’t listen to you and placed notes everywhere. they weren’t organized and it kind of ticked you off.
“no, idiot! that’s supposed to go here!” you exclaimed, pushing peter off of his seat as you took the laptop from his hands, moving the cursor to where you placed the text box to where it was supposed to be. “[y/n]!”
he scoffed, getting back up from his seat as he took his laptop back, scanning over the newly designed slides. “it looks the same as before… are you kidding me?” peter rolled his eyes, noticing how his cursor was lagging behind.
this only meant one thing.
it meant that his laptop was about to die and their slides weren’t going to backup any of the info they had worked hard on. “oh, shit!”
he began panicking, jumping off of his seat as he started to rummage through his bag, obviously worried that their process was going down the drain if he didn’t find the charger.
your face dropped into an expression as you ran to your room, going through your closet as you looked for a specific charger, throwing down some old boxes just to find the right plug.
“where is it?!” mumbling to yourself, you panicked as well, not wanting your hard work to fail only because peter forgot to charge his laptop AND turn on his backup savings.
finally, you found it! thank goodness.
“peter, i have it!” you exclaimed, having a large grin on your face as you rushed back to the area, only to see a defeated look on his face. it was too late to come to the rescue.
“no way…”
“yes way…” he sighed, shutting his laptop slowly as he placed his head down onto the cold counter. “well… you shared the slides with me, right?”
you had this burning hope that he had at least shared it with you. i mean, everyone does that when you end up in a project with your classmate, right?
peter still had a defeated look, shaking his head as he sighed out loud, even adding a groan.
it was over for you two.
“for fucks sake…” you sighed as well, throwing the charger onto the couch. “we’re totally fucked.”
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Okay but spiderman fanfic with a partial face reveal where the mask gets torn enough to reveal some of his face but not a full blow identity reveal. and thus causing the entire internet to crash because fangirls, boys, and they’s absolutely loose it over how pretty spiderman obviously is from the small part they can see
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satcrns · 9 months
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thinking about peter parker stumbling into your apartment after a night of patrolling. you hear him as he carefully makes his way towards the bedroom, mask off and crumpled in his hand. the door to your bedroom creaks a bit when he opens it, and he softly smiles when he sees you sleeping on the bed, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through your windows. he feels relief flood him when he realizes he succeeded in not waking you up. he sneaks into the bathroom, stripping off his grimy suit in the darkness so that the light doesn’t bother you. he drops the suit in the hamper you set up for him, the hamper you got specifically for his suit. it warms his heart every time he sees it, small acts of incorporating him into your life. now only in his boxers he slides into bed next to you, feeling the warmth coming from your body. he comes up close behind you and slings an arm over you, savoring the noise you make that acknowledges his presence. he lets your scent fill his nose and thinks about how nice your hair smells and how your body feels next to his as he falls asleep.
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love-chx · 1 year
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i love you, but... | peter parker
summary: peter falls out of love, slowly, but surely
a/n: here's another piece for nfgn, i didn't finish it lol but if yall like it ill try to finish it
warnings: its literally all angst
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“It’ll be okay!” you encouraged, rubbing up and down his arm with a reassuring smile. 
It was hard to tell when it started, but you knew it was a cold, autumn evening when you realized. 
He shrugged, a nervous smile on his lips. “Yeah, it will be. It’s only a test worth 40% of my grade, no big deal.” 
“You’re going to knock it out of the park,” you beam, pressing a quick kiss on his unsuspecting lips.
It was the way he recoiled. 
Albeit the kiss lasted no longer than a second, there was no denying his movements as you pressed your soft lips against his. It was as though the air around you suddenly got colder, the fire in your chest that was keeping you warm seeming to flicker. And at that moment you faltered, hesitating, as a profound sense of dread settled in your body. 
But you made the mistake of pulling away anyway. You shivered as you felt the change. 
“It’ll be okay,” you reassured him again, ignoring the new weight settled tightly over your heart. “I’ll see you in an hour.” 
And as you walked away, you wondered why you felt such a sense of longing, an unfamiliar yearning and hoping for things to go back to the way they were before when nothing has yet changed. If only you’d realize that it was only the beginning. 
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“Peter,” you whispered, hand placed delicately on his bicep. 
His eyes remained closed, breathing even. Glancing over at your shared bedside table, you frowned at the neon green numbers. 
You laid back down with a heavy sigh, hand coming up to your face, exhaustion rattling your bones. You couldn’t suppress the shiver that snaked up your spine, not unaware of the missing weight of Peter’s arm that used to wrap around you and keep you warm during nights like this. 
Sitting up against the headboard, you tucked your knees to your chest. Eyes flickering to the nightstand again, you let your eyes wander this time, settling on Peter’s phone, face down as it charges peacefully. 
Biting your lip, you don’t try to ignore the nagging thought at the back of your head. 
I shouldn’t, you tell yourself. That’s an invasion of privacy. 
You begin to pick at your nails, angel and devil on your shoulder as thoughts bounce back and forth. Brows furrowing, you stop your movement, determination on your face. 
I’ll just take a quick peek.
Reaching over Peter’s body, you hastily unplug his phone before settling back down in your previous position. 
His bright screen illuminates your face as your heart hammers in your chest. You note the several text message notifications on the lock screen and though the content and names are hidden, the time stamp is clear as day as it states the messages came in only one hour ago. With shaky fingers, you type in his password.
Zero, two, one, four. 
Our anniversary. 
When the screen shakes, the error message shining at the top, your heart drops. You let out a sharp breath and for some odd reason knowing that he’s changed his password seems to be a lot more painful than the mysterious messages. 
You plug Peter’s phone back in. 
Turning your back to him, you close your eyes until daylight breaks, pretending as though nothing happened. 
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“Peter,” you call out his name with a frown, hurt etched deeply in your chest. Blinking away your tears, you clench your fist as you ask, “Why are you being like this?” 
At a loss for words, Peter can provide no explanation for his own callous behavior. He sucks in a deep breath as he shuffles back and forth on his feet, “I don’t know,” he admits. 
Anger courses through your veins and you wish so desperately to cease the burning in your eyes. “I’ve never treated you like this,” you bite. 
Ashamed, Peter’s gaze is downcasted. “I know.”
“So, why, Peter?” you yell, “Why are you treating me like this? After everything I’ve done for you? I would never, ever do this to you!” 
Exasperated, Peter yells, “I know that! You don’t think I know that? God,” his hands fly to his head, gripping the ends of his hair with a clenched jaw, “You don’t know how badly I wish I could take it back.”
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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 11 months
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Hi baby!!
Mice been thinking abt Peter Fucking you in a library lately..
Give me thoughts??
i have plenty!
STUDY BUDDY- P.B PARKER
Pairing:  Uni! Nerd! Boyfriend! Peter x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 885
Summary: some innocent studying with your nerdy boyfriend leads to a quick hookup in the library :)
Warnings: SMUT, finger sucking, praise kink, voyeurism, sight degradation kink, swearing, teasing, dumbification kink, lots of pet names, and a special guest!
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blue shirt look bc its my favourite and it makes me need himsobad
“I-I really gotta get back to my work Pete-” you gasped, the harsh pinch of your teeth biting down to meet your lower lip reminding you to keep your voice hushed.
The dark mahogany dug into your palms as you gripped the shelf, cracked spines and weathered pages meeting your gaze before you shut your eyes. It smelt of old books and Peter, his arms caging you in, leaving you nowhere to go but with him.
It had been smooth sailing for over an hour, the two of you nestling in together at a little table in the back of the old, quaint library. Surrounded by nothing but old wooden shelves and golden yellow oil lamps, it was a little haven for the two of you to get caught up on overdue assignments.
His work was a mystery to you- all the letters and numbers blurring together as he scratched away equations on the paper, fidgeting as he adjusted his glasses and rolled up his sleeves.
Books were pushed to the side after some time, his hand finding its way to your thigh, smirking as you slid your legs over his thigh to let your feet kick and dangle.
There was no point trying to focus anymore. You were entranced by him, lost in the idea of him- head in the clouds as you felt his fingers trace little outline drawings on your bare thigh, still focusing on his work.
From there, it was a mystery. He had you trapped, stuck between him as you felt the prominent bulge from his jeans slide against your skirt, making you shiver.
“Were you ever really doing any work in the first place? Or just twirling your hair and batting me those eyes so I’d get distracted?”
“I don't know what you're talking about…” you trailed off softly, breath caught in your throat as his soft lips met your neck- teasing you.
“Mmm don’t be so silly now sweetheart. You’re my smart girl, aren't you?”
You nodded. He smirked. It was as simple as that with you, hanging off his every word. “So don’t act stupid. I taught you better than that, ya know.” he quipped, in his charming, boyish ways- hand slipping down towards your skirt.
“We shouldn't do that here!” you huffed as his fingers traced those same little patterns he was on your skin earlier on your dampening panties.
“Oh baby when has that ever stopped you before? I thought you liked this hm? You wanna show everyone what a good lil girl you are?”
“We can’t-”
“Or are you too shy?” he continued, his belt jangling as he unbuckled it, seeming to echo off each pane of stained glass. “I know you're shy but not that shy baby. We’ve done it soo many times when you've been a little slut it public- haven't we? In my car, in the empty classroom or mmm the bathroom at your family gathering?”
You whimpered in response, words failing you. Your head fell limp as his chest was flush with your back, trapping you against the bookcase- bookspines nearly digging into your cheek.
“Shh you're fine. You want my fingers?” he asked softly, his low voice soothing you as he slowly slipped two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue before he slid himself in.
Your eyes widened as he moaned, slowly brushing against your insides- savouring how pure you felt around him. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck-” he chanted like a prayer, and you sucked harder on his fingers to stifle the noises you so desperately wanted to release.
Drool began to pool from your lips, coating the long digits as your eyes rolled, his dick fully inside you, panties somewhere down your thighs. You hoped it was empty in here. Because the idea of someone walking in on this made your head spin.
“Mhmm-” you gagged as he slowly slipped out of you, pumping back in with such force you thought you’d topple over if it wasn't for him holding you upright.
“This is your fault ya know. If you weren't such a damn tease…” he murmured softly, making you shake your head.
“Yes, yes it is. We could’ve been studying angelface, and because youre such a precious lil slut- we’re in this mess hm?” he sighed, breathing in the smell of your sweet, saccharine perfume that mixed with his cologne, the smell of him on you driving him wild.
Before you knew it, the book in front of you had slid off the shelf- and you saw fingers grab the book across from it to clear a direct pathway for a face you knew all too well.
A smirk was plastered across his face, eyebrows raising as you heard the air whoosh through his nostrils as he breathed you in.
“Well ain't this somethin else?” a low voice whistled.
“She’s shy Matty don’t scare her.” Peter replied, cocky as ever as he watched his best friend unfold you like a present- but knew deep down he could never have it. He was dangling bait in front of him.
“M-Matt?” you croaked out softly, stuttering as Peter continued to use you, fingers slipping out of your mouth.
“What’d ya doin there love?” he cooed.
“Studyin-” you choked out, making Peter laugh. “Oh she’s studyin alright.”
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What happened?|| Peter parker
Warning: Mentions panic attacks, abuse, lots of crying and being kicked out.
Summary: Peter just wanted his best friend back, he missed you. Today was finally the day he was going to ask to hang out with you and talk about what had happened to you both. However you say no. Why? Well he’s about to find out when he sees you crying to his aunt.
POV will keep switching throughout this.
Peter finally has had enough. You were his best friend, everyday you would both hang out since the age of 12. You and Peter were always together, your friendship was so close. Sometimes people questioned to whether or not you’re dating each other, but you both would always deny saying you were best friends.
Deep down inside you both like love each other.
“H-hey, wait up!” Peter called from behind you.
“Leave me alone, Peter” You coldly said putting your hood on over your head. You didn’t want to see him right now, you knew he had done nothing wrong. But why are you blocking him out? Well you see-
“I’ve given you your space. What happened to us, y/n? We were best friends and then like two months ago you started ignoring me. I only wanna fix this, please, your my best friend. I love you” He pleaded as you came to a halt at his last statement.
‘I love you’. That statement always had hurt you, people would always say it to you and never meant it. They would always hurt you straight after.
“Don’t say that” You snap.
“Say what? ‘I love you’ It’s because I do”
“No you don’t! Just please leave me alone, I can’t be friends with you, okay?” Now your directly looking into his eyes, you haven’t had a conversation with him in almost two months.
Peter nodded silently walking away, not before you noticing the tears forming in his eyes. The bell went not so long after, meaning you had to get to your next class. However you didn’t want to be at school anymore, so all you did is left.
4 days later
Peter didn’t see you at school the next day or the next after. He decided to stay at Ned’s on Friday, leaving Aunt May alone for the whole day. He didn’t come home late Saturday due to patrolling his spider-man duties.
He expected to just arrive home and have the rest of the evening for homework and chilling out with May. What he didn’t expect to see was his ex best friend crying into his aunts arms. He had opened the door to his apartment, throwing the keys on the side, calling out to May telling her he was home and that he will be in his room.
He didn’t get no reply, only just heard sobs that did not come from May. From the bathroom he saw the light on, hearing Mays voice trying to calm someone down?
“Shhh, Y/n, breathe.” May cooed.
y/n?
Peter rushed into the bathroom at the mention of the name of the girl he secretly is in love with. Then there sat a sobbing y/n on the counter whilst May stood hugging the girls body. Her breathing was fast paced, Peter knew that she was having a panic attack.
“I-I c-can’t breathe” She cried whilst May wiped a tear away from the girl. Before May could speak to her, Peter spoke.
“y/n? Hey, hey” He rushed over to the girl cupping her face. May instantly knew that Peter would be the only one to calm down the teary girl so she left the bathroom.
Y/n’s face grew wide as she saw him, she wanted to hide her face knowing she would have to tell him the truth of what’s going on. “Peter?” She questioned breathing heavily.
“Y-yeah, yeah it’s me. Focus on my breathing okay, breathe in and out. Shhhh, It’s okay i’m hear” He told her, also noticing her black eye that he would for sure question later.
“I-I’m so sorry” she cried knowing she must’ve hurt her best friend from ignoring him these past months.
Peter only kissed her head, telling her not to apologise. He pulled her close to his chest so she could hear his heart beat. Eventually she had calmed down, her breathing slowed into the natural pace.
Once she calmed down Peter was still in between her legs as she sat on the counter top. Then he looked to his right seeing a medical kit that May must’ve gotten out. That’s when it hit him, she’s hurt.
“What happened?” He moved her hair behind her ear, y/n instantly turning her head wanting nothing but to avoid the question. “You can tell me anything, angel”
There it is, that’s the nick name she loved. Only Peter could make her heart skip a beat by calling her that. Then it takes her back to reality, it’s just Peter and her. It’s only them. And she trusts Peter with her whole heart, she knows he will do anything for her.
You took a deep breath before talking, “It’s been happening for a little while. At first I didn’t think much of i-it. I knew he was a drug addict and he was becoming an alcoholic. I didn’t think he would ever hurt me though. He’s meant to be my dad, Pete.” She spoke, tears welling in her eyes. Peter knew where this was going, he wanted nothing but to hurt him.
“I didn’t tell you, not because I didn’t trust you, it’s because I didn’t want to seem weak. He just got so mad sometimes that It made me pull away from the people I love. He told me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with anyone, he is so controlling. My dad says things to me, he tells me i’m worthless, ugly, fat, that I don’t belong here. H-He said I should’ve died in the car cr-ash not n-my mother” She started to cry again, the memories flooding back to her.
“I’m so sorry Pete. I love you so fucking much and I let him make me turn into a bitch-“
“Don’t you dare say that. Your not a bitch, don’t you believe a word he says. Your not fat nor ugly. Your the most beautiful, smart, intelligent, amazing girl I have ever met. I understand why you pushed me away, I j-just. Fuck!” Never in your life have you heard Peter swear so angry. Tears were now spilling in his eyes, all he wishes is that he protected you from this all. “I should’ve been there for you, to protect you”
You shook your head, “You couldn’t do anything. Today he just got mad, these men were in my house. All I had asked was for some money, then he snapped. Kicked me out, wanted to act like a big man in front of his friends” you pointed towards your big bag by the bathroom door.
Peters eyes softened, you had been kicked out of your own home. “Your never going back there” He pulled her into a big hug, afraid that if he let her go something could happen.
“She’s staying here” May appeared in the room making both teens jump a little. Y/n was about to decline the offer but May spoke again, “ I don’t care what you have to say y/n, your staying here. We are going to sort this out, your safe now” May reassured her.
“Thank you May but-“ Both Peter and May gave her a stern look knowing that she wouldn’t be going anywhere even if she turns down the offer. “Okay, fine. Thank you, for everything” Y/n smiled at the women as she left, reminding Peter to help clean her up.
Peter then spent a few minutes helping to clean her cuts. He almost cried just by the bruises on her face and he was sure there was more on her body.
“C-can you lift your shirt up?” He shyly asked wanting to see if bruises were on your stomach.
You silently nodded, lifting up your shirt a little. There was a purple bruise on your stomach almost making Peter wince by the look of it.
He then wiped some cream on top of it making you jump back a little. “Sorry, cold” You smile trying not to wince. Once Peter was done with your face and stomach he placed everything back into the cabinet.
“I’m so sorry” Peter apologised. “I didn’t know what was happening and if I did I would’ve helped you. I can’t believe how badly hurt you are” He looked down, both his hands now on either side of your body.
You then cup his face looking at him directly in the eyes, “It’s not you fault, Petey. I promise you it’s not. I should’ve told you. Now let’s forget about it, okay?” You smile at the cute boy as he nods.
You slowly move a finger to his lips, swiping his bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You notice Peter doing the same by leaning in and connecting your lips together. It only last a little while as you both pulled back for air, foreheads touching.
“Im in love with you” Peter breathes out.
“Im in love with you too” You giggle out, happy for this moment.
“Can I kiss you again?” Peter asks.
“Don’t need to ask me” You smirk a little, smashing your lips together again. This kiss was much more better, more passionate and full of love. You must’ve got carried away as you both heard a gasp from the door making both of you pull away from each other.
“Ooo, always knew Peter had a thing for you and the other way round.” May teased. “Use protection” She muttered leaving the bathroom closing the door to annoy you both.
“May!” Peter whined making you laugh.
Haven’t read over this so there could be mistakes.
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bitchyycapricorn · 9 months
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Draw Me Like One of Your Italian Girls
Peter Parker x Artist!Reader
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Wordcount: 2k
Synopsis: During a school trip to Venice Italy, Peter finds himself in his classmates room.
Warnings:Smut!, unprotected sex, consumption of alcohol (reader and Peter are 18+ legal age), intoxicated sex, nude artwork, could be considered dubcon
AN: not edited. This has been in my drafts for over a month.
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Your eyes flicker from the reference on your laptop, then back down to your paper. Your pencil sketches smooth charcoal lines across the off white paper. Furrowing your brows, you shift the image slightly to get a better look at the image displayed on your screen. 
“Hey Y/N, what are you up to?” Peter asks, popping his head into your room. 
Stopping your movement, your eyes drift up to where he’s leaning against the doorway. “Drawing,” you reply with a small smile before going back to your sketch. 
Peter shifts awkwardly at the door, “Like a picture?” The words come out before he can fully think about what he was saying. And as soon as they came out, he wanted to drown himself in the canal. 
Another smile appears across your face, this time it stays for a moment. “No, I’m drawing up a plan to murder the rest of the class before fleeing the city to live as a fugitive in Rome.”
He gives a small laugh before nodding. “O-oh yeah, that makes sense.” 
You catch the nervous twitch in his voice, the way his body appears to be more tense than usual. “You can come in and shut the door.” You say after a moment of silence. 
He nods quickly, stepping into your hotel room before closing the door. “So uh, where’s your roommate?” Peter asks after fully shuffling into your room. 
“Brads room.” You shrug. 
Another “oh,” escapes his lips knowing that your roommate wouldn’t be back anytime soon. You give a small nod before patting the spot next to you on the bed. “So um, what are you drawing?” Peter asks finally. 
A blush spreads across your cheeks as you tilt the picture for him to see. His eyes scan the drawing and he immediately recognizes him and Ned near the docks. 
“You were actually in the way when I was taking my picture, but I decided you both were cute enough to make the cut.” You tease. 
Peter could feel his face starting to flush again, “cute enough?” He laughs. 
Giving a simple nod, you continue your work. “So what brings you to my room Parker?”
Peter debates whether he wants to be honest or not. On one hand, he could say he had a question about tomorrows tour. On the other, he could ask you to go on a walk with him along the canals. Mainly so that he can confess his feelings for you, which he’s been bottling up since as long as he can remember. “Would you like to walk with me?” He asks quickly, deciding it was worth a shot. 
“Mm, but that would mean I’d have to step out of my artistic zone.” You hum, finishing the last of the sketch and setting it on your nightstand. 
“Y-yeah of course, I’ll just-“ Peter replies as he moves towards the door, assuming you were politely turning down his advances. 
Panic quickly floods your brain as you watch him begin to leave. “Wait!” 
Peter pauses, turning to face you. “Yeah?”
“Stay, let me draw you.” The words tumble from your mouth in a hurry, as you pray the brunette boy won’t exit your room, at least not yet. 
Peter’s body seems to stiffen even more before slowly relaxing ad he looks around the room for a moment. “You want to draw me?” 
A hum leaves your lips as you gaze hopefully at Peter. “I enjoyed drawing you in this one,” you nod to the picture on your nightstand, “you have a nice figure.”
Another blush spreads across Peters face as he takes a seat on the small bench in your room. 
“Is this good?” He asks, trying to sit up straight for you. 
“Yes, just stay still…”
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You had been drawing and posing Peter for the last four hours. Somewhere around 11 you had both found the ‘complimentary’ drink assortment stored away in the little cabinet. 
You weren’t really sure which glass of wine/alcohol you and Peter were on now, just that you were stumbling slightly and giggling like crazy. 
Peter’s shirt had been discarded to the floor some time ago and you were still busy ogling over his toned chest. His defined muscles and hard abs that were otherwise hidden by his clothes made the butterflies in your stomach twist and turn. 
“Take your pants off now,” you slur, running your hands down Peters chest as you both stumble around the room. 
“My pants?” Peter quips, equally as drunk. 
“Mhm, I wanna draw you neeked,” a giggle escapes your lips as your fingers fumble around with the zipper of Peter’s jeans. 
It takes a moment for Peter to understand exactly what you want, but once it hits his jeans and boxers are discarded on the floor in a small pile. “Like this?” He coos, throwing his arms in the air to show off his now very naked figure. 
You clap your hands together and squeal, “Good good, now pose for me.” Peter stands there with his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest. Your eyes scan his body up and down, taking in the sight of not only his hard chest, but his hard dick as well. “God you’re built like a Greek god,” you breathe, quickly beginning to sketch. 
Peter hums before giving you a smirk. “Or Roman god since we’re in Venice.” 
“Modeled after the Greek gods sweetheart,” you snicker, making the outline of his abs with your pencil. 
“Are you as turned on as I am right now?” He asks after a few minutes. 
“Yes.” You say without hesitation, moving your pencil downwards to sketch his throbbing cock. “After I finish this I’ll suck your dick.” You giggle again.  
“Oh god,” Peter moans, feeling his cock twitch at the thought. “Are you done yet?”
“No silly. I’m still drawing your penis.” Another snicker leaves your lips as you delicately sketch out Peter’s lower regions. 
Peter lets out a groan, shaking his hips slightly. “Look it moves!” 
You look up to see Peter swishing his dick back and forth causing you to let out a loud shriek. “You have to stay still so I can finish!” A wheezey laugh leaves your chest as you move down to draw his legs. “I’m almost done I promise,” you grin. 
“Well hurry,” Peter whines, staying as still as his drunk little body could. 
“Shhh you can’t rush perfection.” You hush, moving as quickly as you could through your sketch. It took a few more minutes before you turned the drawing around to show Peter. “Look. You’re like the statue David.” You beam proudly. 
He gives you a lopsided grin before quickly scampering over to your bed. “Take your cloths off too and I’ll draw you!” He ushers as you add the sketch to the many others from that night. 
“Okay okay,” quickly getting up you strip completely, kicking your cloths off to the pile of Peter’s clothes. A low hum escapes his lips as he takes your sketch pad and pencil. 
“Pose!” He grins, watching you get into the same pose as him. You place your hands on your hips and stick your chest out proudly.
“Boobs…” Peter mumbles, sketching out a big circle for your head, followed by a stick body, stick legs, and stick arms. He then adds your hair, eyes, and a smile. Looking at the photo for a minute he realizes what he’s missing. “Boobs,” he says again as he draws two boobs onto your stick body. “Perfect!” He cries as he turns it around to show you. 
“Oh! Oh! You’re an artist! A sexy sexy artist,” you cry, wobbling over to Peter so you can throw yourself into his arms. Your legs straddle his hips, hands going into his soft curly hair. His lips press sloppily to yours as he tosses the notebook to the ground. His hands move up to your hips, squeezing the plush skin. 
“Fuck you’re so hot.” He moans against your lips. “The reason I asked you to walk with me earlier was because I wanted to tell you how I feel. I wanted to kiss you in front of the bridge.” His lips press against yours again before continuing. “But this is so much better.” 
“Is it because we’re naked?” You moan, grinding your hips into his. You’re slick gliding over his hard cock as you rock your hips. 
“Fuck, yes.” He groans, eager to be in you.
You let your another moan as you continue to move your hips against his. “Can I put it in me?” You beg, as if you could read Peter’s mind.
He nods as he kisses you again “please,” he groans as he helps lift your hips up. You quickly reach between the two of you so you could line him up at your entrance. Peter helps you ease down onto his throbbing cock. His tip barley enters you before his hips involuntarily buck upwards. You let out a small cry as he bottoms out into your sensitive cunt, eyes fluttering shut as his hips drop back down onto the bed. 
Another gasp leaves your lips as Peter begins to bounce you up and down his shaft. “Fuck you feel so good Y/N,” he growls in your ear. His fingers digging into your skin as he helps guide your sloppy, drunken movements as you grind on his dick. 
He’s so deep in you that you can practically feel him bulging in your stomach. “Peter fuck, you’re filling me so well,” you gasp as his hips thrust up into yours now. A feeling in your stomach begins to grow as Peter continues his brutal attack, his cock going deeper into you with every thrust. 
Stars begin to form in your vision as you press your chest into Peter’s face, his hands keeping your hips still so he can thrust up into you. His hips snap up to yours again as the feeling in the pit of your stomach grows, slowly spreading all over your body. You let out a strangled cry, feeling yourself come undone, cunt clenching around Peters dick making him moan. Your orgasm spreads all over your body like a hot fire, Peter helping to grow the flame as he keeps thrusting into you. 
His hips falter for only a moment before he gives one last deep thrust into you, filling your cunt with his cum. Your body goes slack as you fall forward into Peter. His brain and body going completely blank as well as he falls backwards, bringing you with him.
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Your eyes flutter open to the sight of Peter’s face only inches from yours, his hot breath fanning your cheek. You can feel his hot skin on yours as you go to unstick yourself from his sweaty grasp. Your head is pounding and your whole body feels weak. As you sit up it becomes evident that Peter had stayed in you the entire night. As your hips shifted slightly you could feel his dick hardening in you again, filling you up like he had the night before. 
A small groan escapes Peter’s lips as he shifts on the bed. His eyes peel open, looking around the unfamiliar room. A small shriek escapes from his mouth when he notices you sitting naked on his lap, his dick buried inside your cum filled cunt. 
“Sh sh, what the fuck happened?” You groan, holding your head as you look around your now destroyed room. 
“Shit, I think we had sex!” Peter groans, memories slowly coming back to him. 
“Oh fuck,” you mumble, noticing the the abundance of empty bottles discarded around the room. Your eyes travel over to the nightstand where an assortment of drawings lay spread out. All of them are Peter, some with his clothes on, some with his shirt off, then the one of him completely nude… Oh, and the one Peter drew of you. 
“I’m so so sorry, this is all my fault,” Peter sputters, guilt building up in his stomach as he realizes what truly happened last night. 
You let out a long sigh before laughing. “Why are you apologizing? I had a blast, even if some things are a bit fuzzy.”
Peter stops his profuse apologizes, eyeing you carefully. “You aren’t mad?” 
You shake your head, letting out a small hum as you eye the pictures again. “No, I’m glad you came into my room last night.”
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purpose | peter parker
peterparkerxfem!reader
summary: mess with me on purpose so I'll hang on to you
trope/genre: childhood bestfriends to lovers: angstt to fluff
warnings: none :)
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Mess with me on purpose, so I'll hang on to you
In the quiet solitude of Peter's apartment, Y/N found herself lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She and Peter had been best friends for as long as she could remember, and spending time together in his cozy apartment had become second nature to them both.
But lately, things had begun to feel different between them, a subtle shift in the air that left Y/N feeling unsettled and unsure. It was as if there was an unspoken tension lingering between them, a silent longing that hung in the air like a heavy fog.
As they sat together on the couch, watching a movie on Peter's TV, Y/N couldn't help but feel hyper-aware of his presence beside her. Every time he brushed against her, his touch lingering just a moment too long, she felt a thrill of electricity race through her veins.
It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Y/N knew it was there. She could feel the warmth of his hand on the small of her back, the gentle pressure of his fingers on her thigh, even as she looked around and saw no indication that he had touched her at all.
It was maddening, the way he toyed with her emotions without even realizing it. She wanted to confront him, to ask him why he insisted on playing this game, but she was afraid of what his answer might be.
And so, she said nothing, allowing the tension to simmer between them as they watched the movie in silence. But even as she tried to focus on the screen, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that Peter was leading her on, intentionally messing with her just to see how far she would go.
But despite the uncertainty and the doubt that plagued her, Y/N couldn't bring herself to pull away. She clung to Peter like a lifeline, desperate for any sign that he felt the same way, even as she feared the truth that lay beneath the surface..
As the movie played on the screen, Y/N felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a quiet tension that seemed to thicken the air around them. She sensed Peter's gaze on her, a weighty presence that drew her attention like a magnet.
Turning her head, she found herself locking eyes with Peter. His gaze was intense, his eyes sparkling with a warmth and depth that sent a shiver down her spine. There was something in the way he looked at her, a silent longing that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered.
"What?" she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible over the sound of the movie.
Peter's gaze lingered for a moment, his eyes tracing the curve of her cheek, the line of her jaw, as if committing every detail to memory. "You're really pretty, you know that?" he said, his voice soft and sincere.
Y/N felt her cheeks flush with color at the unexpected compliment, her heart fluttering in her chest. She tried to respond, to say something, anything, but the words caught in her throat, leaving her speechless.
For a moment that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, they remained locked in a silent exchange, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the air between them. And then, just as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and Peter turned his attention back to the movie, seemingly unaffected by the intensity of the moment.
Y/N was left reeling, her mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. She had always known that there was something between them, something more than just friendship, but she had never dared to hope that Peter felt the same way.
As she tried to process the magnitude of what had just happened, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for them to explore the depths of their feelings.
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Peter giving reader back rubs amd things escalate bcz the sounds coming from her r such a turn for peter
Hope you like it babe, it's like a little baby smut. I just typed this up real quick and didn’t edit so let me know if you find and errors please! Thanks for sending this in, love you xx
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: sexual situations, smut
Summary: Things get a little heated when Peter tries to help you relax
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“Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been sitting here all day,” Peter grabbed your shoulder, massaging them gently as he tried to pull you away from the table.
“I’m really worried about my econ final,” you sighed, unable to resist leaning back into his touch.
“I know, but you’re just wearing yourself out,” he kissed the top of your head, “You’re not gonna get anywhere if you don’t take a break every once in a while.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right...”
“I’m definitely right,” he squeezed your shoulders, “Why don’t you come lay down for a little while? I could give you a little massage and then we can study together.”
“That sounds really nice, thank you Peter,” you smiled while he pulled you out of the chair, gently tugging you towards your room.
“I thought it would,” he held your waist while you walked. He tugged gently at the bottom of your shirt when you sat down, “Wanna take this off?”
You nodded and lifted the shirt off your head, Peter blushed at the sight of your bare chest. It didn’t matter how many times he saw you naked, he always made you bashful. You laid down on your stomach and Peter crawled behind you, straddling your lower back.
“I can’t promise it’ll be great, but I’ll do my best,” he promised while he started to work over your skin.
“That’s okay Peter, it feels great already,” you assured him.
You were much more tense than you though you’d be, and Peter’s hands felt amazing. He applied just the right amount of pressure to relax the knots in your back, making you whimper under him.
“That feels amazing Peter,” you moaned happily.
He blushed at the sound, suddenly his throat felt dry, “Thanks, I’m glad it does.”
You continued moaning and whimpering under him while he worked. His whole body felt hot, every sound you made sent more of his blood rushing south. When he reached your shoulders you let out a particularly erotic sounding moan  and Peter bit down on his cheek. He tried to will himself to stay calm but he couldn’t help growing hard. He shifted above you to try and hide his arousal from you so you wouldn’t think he’d dragged you away just to have sex.
“Peter,” you smirked under him, noticing how fidgety he had become, “Are you alright?”
“O-Of course,” he cleared his throat, “My leg was just falling asleep.”
“I see,” you hummed, “That’s funny because I swore I felt something poking my back.”
“N-No! No, you didn’t feel anything, it was just my knee,” he lied.
“That was so not your knee,” you giggled, “Come on Peter, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I just don’t want you to think that I was just trying to have sex or something, I really want to help you relax,” he pursed his lips, continuing to work at your shoulders as he spoke, “It was just that you were kind of moaning and stuff...”
“I can’t help it, you’re just making me feel so good Peter,” you purred, “So, so good.”
He swallowed and took a long breath, “Come on.”
“But you are,” you insisted, “And if you let me roll over I’d like to make you feel good too.”
Peter climbed off you right away, his whole body buzzed with anticipation. He slammed his lips against yours the second you rolled over, his hands began to wander your bare torso. You tugged his shirt off and he attached his lips to your neck.
You moaned as he nipped at your skin, he smiled against you, “God your so sexy.”
“Mmm, so are you,” you grinned as he tugged your shorts and underwear off your hips, “So, so sexy Peter.”
He moaned loudly when you started palming over him. His lips returned to yours while he struggled out of his sweats. With both of you left in only your underwear you rolled over so you could straddle his hips. You ground down against him before separating again.
“You so fucking gorgeous,” he grinned up at you, one of his hands grazing over your breast.
You whimpered when he pinched your nipple, grabbing onto the edge of his boxers, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours again.
You helped Peter out of his boxers and took him in your hand. He moaned happily at the feeling and let you push him back onto the bed. He was hard already so you hovered above him, he held your hips to help keep you steady. Gently he pulled you down onto him, pushing his hips up and moaning at the sensation. You whimpered as you sank down onto him, he massaged your hips encouraging you to relax against him.
“Just tell me when your ready,” he brushed the valley between your breasts with the back of one of his hands.
You nodded, “Yeah, just a second,” you rocked your hips lightly against his while you adjusted to him.
“I wanna hear more of those pretty sounds you were making for me baby,” he smiled lazily up at you, moving his hand down towards your core.
His thumb grazed over your clit, working slowly to make you feel as good as he could. You inhaled sharply before you moaned. You started to rock your hips a little harder against his before you started riding him. Peter rocked his hips upwards to meet your movements. He started to rub your clit harder and faster, drinking in your pleasured moans with a big smile. 
“Fuck baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he warned.
“Me either,” you gasped as he thrusted up into you, “Fuck, right there Peter, please.”
“Yeah? Am I making you feel good baby?” he squeezed your waist.
You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut, “Yes Peter, I-I wanna cum together.”
“Me too, are you close baby?” he panted as he felt you clench around him.
“Really close,” you confirmed. 
Peter pushed himself up so he could kiss you again, smiling while you moaned into his mouth. You squeezed his shoulder and tried to pull away so you could tell him you were about to finish, but he pinched your clit and all you could do was gasp. Peter groaned as you clenched down around him, falling apart just a second after you did. He continued rocking his hips against yours, helping to work both of you through your highs.
He pressed his forehead against yours as you both started to come down. Both of you were panting and smiling. You let out heavy, breathy laugh that Peter couldn’t help but copy.
“So how was the massage?” he teased.
You laughed, “It was great, I really appreciated the happy ending.”
“Me too,” he kissed you deeply and fell back onto the bed, “You wanna lay down for a little while?”
You nodded and climb off of him, instead opting to lay down with your head on his chest, “I wanna snuggle.”
“Me too,” he wrapped both of his arms around you and kissed your head, “But you should go pee first.”
You groaned, “Can you stop being responsible for five minutes?”
“Not when it comes to your health,” he smiled at you while you dragged yourself out of bed.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, you’re the best boyfriend in the world,” you padded over to the bedroom door and looked back at him, “Don’t more a muscle until I get back.”
He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting right here for you.”
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