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You whipped your head to look at Peter beside you on the couch, your eyes narrowed into slits, unsure if you heard him correctly.

He kept his eyes locked onto the wall in front of him, his cheeks heating under your intense stare. He cleared his throat before repeating himself, “I said I wouldn't know.”

The admission came after you finished ranting about your stupid ex boyfriend, listing every single thing he was bad at, specifically his inability to eat you out properly. 

“Is it really that difficult?” you’d asked aloud, not actually expecting him to answer. But then came his surprising response.

Peter gathered his courage and tore his gaze away from the wall to look at where your narrowed eyes were still glued to him. He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “I-Is it that surprising?”

You snapped out of your shocked state. A small pool of guilt settled in your stomach at the way you’d reacted, he was obviously embarrassed, but you just couldn't believe it.

“Wait—so you’ve never… gone down on a girl?”

The flush on his cheeks darkened as he shook his head, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat.

“Like, you’ve never given head?”

His brows rose when you repeated yourself, and just before he could form a response, you were speaking again.

“As in, you’ve never eaten a girl's pussy out—” 

He clamped a hand over your mouth, forcing you into silence, cringing at how blunt you were being. 

“Oh my god, I already said yes! Do you have to be so—hey!” He ripped his hand away when you licked a stripe up his palm with your tongue.

You laughed as he wiped his hand on his pant leg, leaning over to rest a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under your touch for a fraction of a second, his breath catching as the warmth of your palm sank into his skin. 

“Sorry Pete, I’m just surprised.”

He exhaled a sharp chuckle, fidgeting with a loose thread on the couch to distract himself from the conversation. “Surprised? Why?”

“Well,” you started, shifting your hand to the back of his neck, toying with the curls there. “I guess the better question is why haven't you?”

A shiver ran down his spine at your soft touch, his heart beating faster. “J-Just,” he cleared his throat to calm his shaky voice. “The opportunity never came I guess.”

“The opportunity never came?” you repeated, bewildered. “You’re literally Spiderman! I’m sure you could have anyone you wanted.”

Not anyone, he thought, smiling bitterly. Your ex boyfriend made sure of it when he managed to get to you first before Peter could pluck up the courage to ask you out. But now you were single—the realization slammed into him.

The room settled into silence with you still lightly caressing his hair, your fingers scratching at his scalp now. His eyes fluttered shut as he sank into the feeling, a small, breathy sigh escaping him.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

His eyes shot open. He stared at you, waiting for you to pull your hand away and tease him for falling for your joke. But you only looked at him with a soft, patient smile, your eyes glimmering under the low light of his apartment.

“W-What?” he stuttered.

You bit back your smile, adjusting yourself on the couch to shift closer to him. “Do you want me to teach you how to eat a girl out?”

His eyes flicked to your lips then back up quickly. “Haha, I um… A-Are you being serious right now?”

You bit your lip with a nod. “Dead serious. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you? Your future girl will thank you for learning.”

The universe must be playing some cruel joke on him. He was seconds away from screaming I only want you in your face, but something told him that wouldn’t go over well. Instead, with a hopeful lilt of his mouth, he said,  “O-Okay. If you’re okay with that. N-No pressure… or anything…” 

Your heart ached with fondness at how awkward he was being. You stood up in front of him, holding a hand out for him to take which he merely stared at. You glanced down to where his hands were clasped tightly together, positioned snugly over his lap. 

Oh.

You licked your lips, reaching down to tug his hand free, your gaze fixed on his lap as his hand moved to reveal the boner he was concealing, his bulge pushing insistently against his pants.

“I’m sorry!” he rushed out. “I-It just happened and—god I’m acting like such a loser—”

“Peter,” you grabbed his chin, tilting his head up to you, the sight of his big, shiny, round eyes causing a warm ache to settle low in your belly. “It’s okay. I’m flattered, actually.”

You smiled reassuringly and tugged him up, leading him to his bed. When you were both stood at the foot, you turned to face him, your fingers intertwining with his.

“Hey, are you sure this is okay? We can stop and pretend like this never happened… just say the word.”

He took in a deep, trembling breath, exhaling it with a small chuckle. “You’re asking me if I’m okay with a super pretty girl teaching me to—” 

You raised your brows at him expectantly, laughing when he struggled to vocalize what was about to happen.

He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “Yes. Yes I’m okay with that. Very okay with it actually…”

You grinned at him through your lashes, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, satisfied with the spaced out expression on his face when you pulled back.

“Okay, Spiderman, let’s see if you’re good at this too!”

He groaned, clenching his eyes shut. “Don’t call me that.”

When they opened, they grew in alarm at the sight of you slipping your bottoms down your legs. His gaze shot back up to your face when he realized you’d pulled down your panties too, his skin burning hot. 

You gave his hand a final squeeze before sitting down on the bed, pushing yourself back to rest against the headboard. 

He kept his eyes locked onto yours, his breaths coming in sharper as he saw you part your thighs from the fuzzy part of his vision. A moan threatened to escape him, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.

“Peter,” you whispered, “Look at me.”

With a deep breath, he let his gaze trail down slowly over your neck, your shirt clad torso, until finally they rested between your spread thighs, your cunt dripping with arousal.

He was drunk on the sight, a rush of dizziness flowing through him when you let out a breathy pant, your clit pulsating at the way he was taking you in like you were the most mesmerizing painting hung in the Louvre.

“Do you see how wet I am already, Peter?” 

His hand twitched at his side when you lowered your own to your cunt, running a finger through your folds to collect your slick, holding it up in the air for him to see.

“Mmm, all for you,” you sighed. “Come here.”

His feet that were seemingly glued to the ground broke free of their spell as he rushed forward, planting his knees on the bed. 

“On your stomach, lay between my thighs.”

He obeyed your command, his pulse thumping quickly in his ears. The moment his head hovered close enough to your pussy, he breathed in deep, his eyes screwing shut at the way your intoxicating scent filled his nostrils. 

When he opened them you were staring at him with parted lips, your chest rising and falling heavily.

“Sorry…was that weird,” he apologized. “It’s just… my senses are enhanced and you just smell so…” He breathed in again, exhaling with a soft whimper.

Your cunt tensed, squeezing around nothing as the pleasure burned through you. You could see the worry still brewing in his eyes so you reached down to press a hand to his head, running your fingers affectionately through his curls. “It wasn’t weird.”

He smiled with relief, his eyes flicking back to your heat, waiting earnestly for your first instruction. 

“Start with some kisses,” you murmured, “Right here… and here.” You pointed to your swollen bud, then down to your slick folds.

He nodded, eyes all hopeful and bright. His lips brushed against your inner thigh first—a sweet, unexpected chaste kiss that made your heart flutter. Then he moved in, his lips ghosting your heat. The second kiss landed just below your clit, a little hesitant but soft, missing the target, but you didn’t care. Not with how gently he was treating you. 

You sighed with pleasure, your head falling back against the headboard to watch him through half-lidded eyes.

The third kiss was firmer, his lips pressing right over your center, sending electricity shooting through your body. You gasped, your hips lifting off the bed.

“God, yes, Peter,” you moaned, your fingers tightening in his curls. “Just like that, you’re doing so good.”

He whimpered at the praise, his hips involuntarily pressing harder against the mattress below him, unbeknownst to you.

“Now taste me,” you instructed, your voice slightly wobbly. “Lick through my folds. It might be a little salty, okay?”

He nodded, his nose nudging your clit, as his tongue slipped past his lips. The first swipe was agonizingly slow, the muscle exploring through your soaked slit. 

You gasped, your back arching as he hummed, the taste of you—an intoxicating mix of musky, sweet, and salty—flooded his enhanced senses. His next lick came quicker, a broad stroke that gathered your arousal on his tongue. He repeated the action until he was lapping at you eagerly, drinking in your juices, his soft whimpers muffled against your cunt.

“Yes… oh f-fuck, Peter… you’re a natural.” Your body shifted, writhing on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading you more open while holding you still as he feasted. His hips circled on the bed, building to a steady pace until he was rutting desperately, the friction a sweet torture on his trapped, aching cock.

“O-Okay,” you panted, your vision blurring. “Here’s my clit… use your tongue, rub it in circles.”

He dove in, his tongue flattening against the bundle of nerves before circling it slowly. A sharp, white-hot pleasure shot through you, your moans growing louder, shifting to high-pitched cries.

“S-So good—mmngh… Just like tha—oh!” You bucked your hips against his mouth, his grip tightening even more. “Now j-just, flick… flick your… fuuuck—”

You tried to form words, to guide him forward, but all you could manage was a broken stream of cries. It felt too good, the heat in your belly coiling tighter with each perfect rotation of his tongue.

He glanced up the length of your body, fixing on your face to watch the pleasure overtake you, your lashes fluttering as your eyes rolled back. He parted from your clit to ask what to do next when a familiar electric prickle ticked at his brain. His focus zeroed into your clit, feeling the frantic pulses, sensing the desperate clenches of your inner walls. 

Woah, he thought, not knowing his spidey sense could be used for anything but danger.

It was like a switch went off in him. He dove back in, this time with expert flicks focused on your sensitive nub. He didn’t have to think anymore, guided by his sharp instincts.

“P-Peter! Oh my g-god!” You screamed, pushing his face harder into your cunt, grinding yourself against his mouth. He mewled against your clit, the sound making your vision turn fuzzy, bright stars clouding it.

You whined when he pulled away from your clit until his tongue dove lower, licking around your hole. He slurped up the arousal, then pressed the tip of his tongue into your tight walls, poking and teasing.

“Yes yes yes, right there… please,” you begged.

He pressed harder until his tongue slipped inside, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. You rocked your hips over him, riding his face to force him in deeper, your thighs trembling around his head.

He gasped against your cunt, a breathy, wanton cry, the sounds helpless and needy, as he rubbed his cock faster into the sheets, his pre-cum soaking through the sweatpants.

“You’re doing so good,” you chanted, “Eating me out so perfectly… such a good boy… my good boy, Peter…”

He held you tighter as he whimpered into your cunt at the praise, his hips jerking wildly before his body seized. Heat flooded his underwear, his climax pushing through him with an intensity he’d never felt before.

But even as his cock pulsed over and over again, he kept working you open. 

He dragged his lips back to your clit, sucking the throbbing nub into his mouth, laving at it in tune with the aftershocks of his own body.

Your own release was within reach, dangling dangerously over the edge while he alternated between hard sucks and flicks of his tongue. 

“So pretty, nggh, taste so good,” he mumbled, and the sentence alone was enough to make you fall.

Your stomach buckled, your cunt convulsing with hard, fluttering clenches. He splayed a large hand over your stomach, holding you still as you came, his tongue never ceasing its relentless, worshipful assault.

“Peter… Peter,” you gasped, your clit burning as the pleasure curled into a sharp, sweet pain. “Cant! H-Hurts! ‘S too m-much!”

His brain went foggy, blocking out your cries as your cunt consumed him, losing himself in the taste and feel of you, licking and sucking long after your climax had passed. You groaned, your thighs clamping around his head.

You pushed him back as he gasped to catch his breath. 

“Too much, baby… too much.”

His eyes glossed over at the pet name, his cheek falling to rest on your trembling thigh. He blinked up at you, his face flushed and blissed out, his nose, lips, and chin glistening with your arousal.

He carefully began to rub your thigh absentmindedly, his touch tender as he gazed at you, the devastating weight of love held in his eyes. 

You played with the sweat-damp curls as you caught your breath, your body still twitching every few seconds with lasting pulses of pleasure. 

A small, incredulous smile spread across your lips, growing to spread across your face. 

“Wow,” you whispered, your voice wrecked. “Were you lying about not knowing how to do that?”

The accusation brought him back faster than the speed of light. He shot up, panicked, scrambling to his knees. “What? N-No! Of course not! I swear I—look my tingle—” He stopped when he saw your grin. The tension drained from him, replaced by a sigh of relief. “You’re joking…”

You laughed, soft and breathless. “I’ve never come like that before.”

His chest swelled with pride. He sat back on his heels, a goofy, triumphant smile appearing on his wet lips. 

You glanced down, your smile faltering at the wet patch at his crotch. 

“Peter… did you…?”

He looked down, mortification instantly flooding him, his cheeks tinting crimson all over again. He hadn’t even realized he came, lost in pleasuring you. His throat went dry as he stammered to pull together an explanation, an apology.

Before he could, you reached for him, your hand curling around his neck to pull him close. He  held his breath as his lips brushed yours.

“You came in your pants, just from eating me out?” You asked in a hush whisper, a smirk breaking through. “That’s so hot, Peter.”

You swallowed his whimper, pressing your lips to his. 

They were soft and insistent against his still ones, his brain short-circuiting before he pulled himself together, parting his lips for you. You dipped your tongue against his, tasting the remnants of your arousal as he melted into you, his hands coming up to cradle your face. He kissed you back needily, pouring every bit of his longing into it until you gently broke away.

You ran your thumb over his swollen lips, your brows creasing. You looked oddly… shy. 

You gnawed at your lip before sighing. “Is… is now a bad time to tell you that I like you?”

He stilled, his eyes staring into yours, unblinking and full of disbelief. 

You misread the silence. “I, um… I noticed with my ex that I’d compare him to you with everything he did. That’s why we got into that last fight and broke up. Because I realized… I liked you.” You dipped your head with a sad chuckle. “Sorry. I guess I ruined it, huh?”

“No!” He screamed, so loud and sudden, you flinched. “No, no, no, I—I like you too. I have for a while,” he exhaled a sigh of relief, a happy smile forcing its way to his lips. “I didn’t think you felt the same…”

Your grin returned, brighter than ever. You kissed him again, slower this time, sliding down until your back was pressed to the mattress, his hovering over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing his bulge, his cock already half-hard again, against your sensitive, spent cunt. 

You smirked at him, a playful glint in your eye. “So… do you need me to teach you how to do this?” you asked, nodding down to where you were joined together.

Your laugh died down when he didn’t react to your joke as you expected. He just stared with a hopeful, wide-eyed vulnerability that told you everything you needed to know.

“O-Oh,” you breathed, your heart swelling, threatening to burst with affection. “You’re a…virgin?”

He gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

Your eyes turned giddy, filled with a look of pure joy. You cupped his face, pulling him down for another kiss, whispering against his lips, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

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