Boys, Boys, Boys

Now, imagine being Peter's boyfriend, maybe you're in college playing sports, or you're just an active person. Or, you could have decided to try and bulk up like some kind of, heh, brand new start. 

Imagine also, Peter's senses have kicked up a notch, or more than a notch, thanks to his heightened spider DNA.  

Peter's always liked how you smelled, even when his senses weren't as heightened as they are now. He still liked wearing your clothes, using your cologne and inhaling your chest loudly when you guys hugged after time apart. 

But after his senses were heightened even more, Peter has started feeling like an animal, a very perverted and sick animal. in the past poor Pete could control himself, but now? Poor guy feels himself salivating and throbbing like an animal in heat. 

At first Peter just feels more clingy, always wanting to stick close, to cuddle and kiss. It's like he can't get enough, he'd swab the back of your throat with his tongue if he could. 

Then peter starts huffing your pillow after you leave in the morning, his eyes rolling back and eyes turning black as he ruts against the bed, hard enough to make it smack against the wall. 

And poor Pete is so ashamed and embarrassed, especially when he catches himself watching you and the laundry basked like a hawk, or maybe a spider. 

He finds himself licking his lips and chewing at his cheek, it gets so bad that Peter just can't hold himself back and he starts digging through your dirty laundry, going specifically for your work-out clothes. 

having such heightened anatomy means poor Pete spills right then and there as he starts huffing your old socks and jockstrap, slobbering and drooling like a real sick, toes curling and muscles twitching as he stains the floor. 

we know peter wouldn't say anything, he already feels like a freak sometimes, it's not like he can say "hey babe, please sit on my face after a workout and let me lap at your sweaty crotch" or "hey babe, can you scrub your feet on my face, specifically with your dirty socks on?" 

but boy, does he jerk off thinking about it, mouthing at your sweaty shirts, boxers and socks. 

Peter is ashamed to admit that he's dug around in the shoe rack to find your gym shoes, just so he can shove his face in them and spurt all over the floor just from huffing them. 

he would try to keep it contained, but it only works for so long. Peter knows he's so fucking screwed when he snaps awake in the middle of the night and gets rock hard listening to you pissing in the bathroom. 

And well, at this point I get a feeling you would have started to notice something, at least some of it. like the clothes huffing, or how he seems almost bewitched after offering you a foot massage. 

you had only really meant to tease him a little the next time he offers you rub your feet and ankles. All you do is press your sole against his crotch and rub it a little, or you wanna be a little extra mean and press a foot against his face with a laugh. 

You're not wearing gym socks at this point, but it's still more than enough for poor Peter, who grabs at your ankle with desperate fingers, pressing your sole flat against his face as he starts whimpering like he's been shot. 

You've never seen him cum without being touched before, so it's really hot to see how he trembles and jolts, staining the crotch of his shorts. It tickles when he starts kissing at your sole, seemingly lost in it as he starts licking at the fabric. 

and well, of course you jerk off to it, how can you not. You're gonna want to talk about it afterwards, but Peter strikes like a viper to swallow you down his throat, his eyes pitch black, and you swear he's purring. 

It's like that opens the floodgates, because suddenly Peter feels less secretive about it. He's still embarrassed and humiliated, but he seems like he's into it.  

it does stuff to your ego, to have the Spider-man scrubbing his face into your sweaty pits, lapping at the hairs and sweat there like it's nectar.  

Maybe more than once you've let him do his thing in the suit, his senses barely blocked by his mask, cuz holy shit, having Spider-man kissing your feet and huffing your balls is so fucking hot. 

At first you feel apprehensive when Peter rolls over to hold you down during the night, when you normally get up to empty your bladder. But he looks so cute as Peter shuffles down and takes you into his mouth, eyes already fluttering at your natural taste. 

Thankfully Peter has little to no gag reflex, and a gluttony only matched by stories in the bible, so he gulps everything you have to give him, looking so happy and high from it, like sipping it all down as thrown him into the deep end of subspace. 

There's no way you're kissing him after that, so Peter get's to curl up by your side, or with his face in your pits. When he's aware enough you'll help him brush his teeth, then he can get kisses. 

Imagine feeling frisky one day as you get home from the gym, so you grab his mask, turn it inside out, and scrub it all over your its, ass and crotch, to get it real nice and soaked. then you fold it back and put it back on his desk. 

Obviously you stick around that area, stretching out on the couch and scrolling your phone. In reality you're waiting for Peter to go on patrol. 

When he does, it takes Peter half a second for the smell to hit, and when it does he almost crumbles to the floor, coming so hard that it spurts out through the fabric of his suit. 

You almost feel bad, enough to go over and help him up. You try to take the mask off him, but Peter leans back and whines about it, like a puppy with a treat. 

Thanks to that, you've discovered how to make your workaholic boyfriend relax, or at least stay home.