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It all started with a corset. One of these Victorian inspired ones that came back on trend recently. Peter had been swinging by your neighborhood and since crime was pretty calm that night, he took a little time to observe you through your window. Except, the moment his eyes landed on you through his mask, he practically crashed in a wall. Trying to catch himself and not trip off a building while landing on the roof, he rushed to the edge, looking at you with extreme focus. He needed to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Fuck. You were really wearing it. A fucking corset. The kinds that pushed everything up. Everything he liked (even though he genuinely liked everything about you).

Looking down, he shuffled on the roof, trying desperately to hide his swelling bulge. This was a lost battle, he was wearing a spandex suit and nothing could be hidden in that thing. Reaching down to press his groin, he cleared his throat and started thinking. He wanted to call, god he wanted to jump through your window right now. But you were so focused on your work, and he wasn’t done with patrol. Fucking hell…

He ended up choosing to ignore his problem, leaping off the building and swinging away, hopefully you hadn’t seen him. For the rest of the evening, he had to fight off criminals with your beautiful beast plastered in the back of his mind.

~

You’d always known Peter to be a very touchy person, at least with you. You remembered the moment he asked you to be his girlfriend officially, after revealing his identity to you. You hadn’t even had the opportunity to finish saying yes that he was already webbing you on the waist to pull you to his chest and kiss you passionately. He had taken you to his apartment and while you had waited to actually have sex, you both spent the night with each other, you seating comfortably on his lap as he kissed your lips to the point of making them completely numb. Your brain ended up being all fuzzy and your entire body was warm, as warm as he was at least and he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon so you spent the night locked in this warm cocoon formed by his arms.

Over time, and as your relationship grew, you saw him shift into this insatiable man. You’d been friends for a while before, approaching him on the first day of class so you were already fairly comfortable with each other and even then touching each other had never been something you struggled with. What you did struggle with though, was how needy he got after your first time together.

That night you would remember it forever, his hands wrapping themselves tightly around pieces of your skin and caressing you all over. He had been fucking into you for so long and with this need to feel you deeper and deeper, you couldn’t believe this was the awkward Peter you had met on the first day of class. You remember even begging for him to give you a little bot of time to gather yourself. He had responded with something that would mark you forever honestly.

“S-Sorry angel, so… So fucking sorry… But I can’t… Y-You feel so fucking good… Can’t let go… Or think straight…” He groaned in your ear, keeping you pressed on the mattress as his hips slammed against your poor pussy.

You remember cumming just from his words alone, and honestly who wouldn’t ? Like, how could you resist to him or his words at all ? It clearly was impossible, also you didn’t want to so you didn’t.

But to go back on topic, Peter was a very physical person with you. He needed to have you within reach at all times and he needed to be able to touch you constantly. He felt like he’d been starved of your presence if he couldn’t reach, ear of feel you and would get in the worst mood ever. You often spent hours sitting between his legs, your laptop on your lap, typing your essays and homework for your classes. In those moments, he would keep his head buried in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping on your skin to pass time. The little kisses and soft touches had become a very common thing for the both of you and were now expected.

This need to be as physically close to you as possible, it came with a deep admiration for your body and the way you looked. You would catch him staring countless times, eyes fixated on the part of you he craved that day. Some days he’d pull you between his legs while he was seating down and you were standing up, to bury his face in your stomach. Some days, he’d settle between your thighs, take your pants off and rest his head on them. Some days, he’d cage you against a wall and start grab handfuls of your ass to lift you off the floor, you’d stay hanging off of him like a koala bear while his hands never left your ass.

Peter called himself an equal opportunist, he would become a drooling mess for any part of you that was presented to him. You truly had him squirming in the palm of your hand at any point when you showed even the littlest amount of skin. But there was a part of you that had him so m, so, so hard, throbbing and begging each and every time he could get a glimpse if it. Your tits.

Peter had never expected to be this weak in front of a pair of tits before. He wasn’t unaware of… the wonders of the internet and did see a few things in his life but your breast were heaven wrapped in skin. So soft and the perfect size, he couldn’t take his eyes off of them or keep his hands off of you when he could have them in his hands instead.

What you never expected, was to see that love for your body skyrocket to a point of witnessing, for the first time ever, your boyfriend being to overwhelmed to touch you.

~

When Peter came back from patrol, he was greeted by you, laying on his bed comfortably scrolling through your phone. He was exhausted and the vision could’ve had him pass out on the spot. He was sappy as fuck, thinking of you as absolutely perfect at all times but could you truly blame him ? You plagued his dreams when he was asleep and his thoughts when he was awake. Everything about you was pulled out of his deepest fantasies.

He ripped his mask off, throwing it to the side and grabbed his old polaroid, taking a picture of you. He would add it to his private collection, the kinds that he couldn’t take out in public with him, the kinds that he wanted to enjoy either on his own or with you, in the comfort of his bed, completely naked.

You finally noticed him, smiling wide as you opened your arms for him. He felt himself fall in love with your entire existence again in this exact moments, his hands grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up effortlessly. He sat down and placed you on his thighs and dropping his face on your bust. Taking a big breath, he let your sweet scent fill his nostrils and his brain. He wanted to rip off the shirt you were wearing, slightly disappointed to not see you in the corset from earlier, and stuff his face in your breast. God, he wanted to more than anything.

He felt all fuzzy suddenly, like he’s been given some kind of relaxing drug that just made everything so soft and feel so good. That drug was you and he would never be able to get clean, not when you were everything he needed.

Grabbing his jaw softly with both your hands, you raised his face to have him face you.

“Look at you Bug Boy… All exhausted after another night of saving the city. Want me to do something for you baby ?” You cooed, kissing him all over the face. Your lip-gloss strained his forehead, his cheek and his lips before getting lower, towards his jaw.

He was giving you this sloppy grin, looking like he was either high or asleep. God, your lips were driving him absolutely insane, reaching all the perfect spots. And the way you called him baby ? He could melt on the spot. He extended his neck, throwing his head back to allow you to kiss, suck and bite lower on his neck. He was already so hard, grinding against you, desperately looking for friction.

Suddenly, you both jumped, hearing the loud police sirens pass by and the police radio in the room started resonating. Looks like criminals felt like they needed to get their asses kicked tonight.

Groaning in annoyance, the man lifted you up and put you down on the bed. He reached for a kiss which you gladly gave, grinning against his mouth as he shot a web towards his mask to bring it into his hand without ever detaching himself from your lips. He didn’t have enough, he never had enough, he needed more, his dose of kisses for the road, like you said.

The sirens kept getting louder, practically screaming for Spiderman to come fix it. He let out a scream of annoyance, telling the universe that he was coming, he’d be there, to stop rushing him. It made you laugh loudly in the pillows, the situation getting even funnier when he started cussing out criminals for ruining his time with his girlfriend. You couldn’t breath anymore when it turned into a rant about how life seemed to have less crimes before he became Spiderman.

You sat up, waving him goodbye like the good girlfriend you were, but incapable of hiding your amusement. Shooting a web towards you, he pulled you towards him, kissing you one last time.

“Keep laughing, angel, and we’ll see who gets the last laugh when I rip orgasms out of that sweet, sweet pussy of yours as punishment. I’ll have you all silly on my cock, we’ll see who’ll be laughing the most.” He grunted, biting your lips roughly and sliding his tongue in your mouth quickly before going back to “innocent” kisses.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Lover Boy…” You purred, grabbing his jaw and pushing him away from you. You watched him swing away from you into the distance and made a mental note to show him the things you had bought earlier this week. You hoped he would like it.

~

You did not get to show him what you wanted for the rest of the week but it did not stop you from killing him with it. After that little sneak peak of you in a corset, he’d been unable to take his eyes off of your breasts for the following days. Every time he looked at you, obscene visions would attack him and the more he tried to refrain and push them away, they would become more and more vivid. He was slowly losing it, trying to figure out ways to approach you without coming on too strong but, fuck was it had.

He need to throw you over his shoulder and take you back to a secluded room to stuff his face in your chest was becoming terrifyingly unbearable. So much so that he was scared to touch you, incapable of choosing what he would do to you first. He would often just hug you from behind and run away when you’d turn around, the feeling if your tits pressed against his chest sending heat all through his brain and down his pants.

When he came home, you weren’t there which he thought to be great since he needed to focus on fixing his broken web shooter and doing a little studying. He was so focused, he didn’t even see or hear you (which was surprising because Peter could practically smell you when you were near, spidey business probably).

“Sup’ Bug Boy.” You greeted, sneaking up behind him and dropping a kiss on his cheek before returning to your bag.

He only had a few things left to do and they would only take a couple of seconds so he responded with a simple nod before going back on his task. You loved seeing him like this, so focused on whatever he was doing with his glasses hanging off his nose. He looked absolutely divine and you did want to do a few nasty things to him. Okay, maybe a lot.

When he finally turned towards you, he instantly froze, eyes doubling in size and his hands tightened on the wood of his desk.

You were wearing it. The fucking corset, you were wearing it. Right now. In front of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, absolute fuck.

His brain had stopped working the moment his eyes dropped on you, turning back on to be filled with obscene images of you in different positions for him to see and play with. You looked so breathtaking, he had stopped breathing and didn’t even notice it until he was gasping for air. He cleared his throat, adverting his gaze away from you, as if it would do something about the effects you had on him. He turned back towards you to sneak a glance, raising his glasses off slightly. Noticing his eyes on you, you grinned turning around slightly to show off your outfit.

“You like it ? Bought it from a thrift store.” You explained walking up to him and standing between his legs. The boy cleared his throat once again, avoiding your eyes at all costs, before nodding rapidly. He pushed his rolling chair a little away from you to put a few meters of distance between you both.

You tilted your head to the side, confused by his behavior. He was usually all over you by that point. Had you done something to upset him ? Did something put him in a bad mood ? You felt a little uncomfortable not knowing but you didn’t want to rush him if he wanted to keep it to him. Now, you were worried so it wouldn’t be to bad to try. You walked towards his chair and turned it to face you.

“Pete you alright ? You’ve been really weird the whole week and just now… Did I do something ?” You asked, trying to sound as calm as possible while also feeling a little anxious. You weren’t biggest fan of fights and fighting with Peter was very rare but never pretty.

If you could’ve seen the giant wave of regret that washed over him, you would probably laugh at him. He was being extra weird with you, that was true, and it didn’t make sense. You were his best friend, his girlfriend, his everything. You’d dealt with him in worst situations that that and here he was, avoiding you because he was a little obsessed with your boobs ? What the actual fuck.

The man let out a sigh of exhaustion, dropping his face on your belly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight, as tight as he could to make up for all the missed touch of the week. Burying his nose against your stomach, he inhaled your scent deeply, letting it fill his entire being and drown him in you. The whole world was silent for a moment, just you, him, and the thousands voices in his head telling him to fuck you senseless. Yeah, Peter was rarely alone in there.

Come on Pete, look at her, she’s begging for it.

Don’t you wanna suck on them entire they’re all swollen and sensitive ?

Imagine how pretty they’d look if she was bouncing on your cock right now !

You’re craving this girl like you would crave air buddy, don’t hold back.

You’ve been twitching in your pants for the past fucking week dude, throw her on the bed and rip that fucking corset off of her !

She’d look so beautiful with just the corset on and nothing to cover her except your cum all over her.

Imagine you dick stuffed nice between these two pieces of heaven wrapped in skin.

They were all so loud and he was so needy and desperate. You could probably feel how hot his head was on you right now. He felt your hands run through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp softly, and descend all the way to his nape. Your fingers felt so soft on his skin, he was shivering at how light your touch was on him. You kept caressing him until your hands ended on his jaw, holding his face to face yours.

“You wanna tell me what’s up with you or I have to assume I stink and you don’t love me anymore ?” You asked, raising and eyebrow.

He chuckled, finally showing you that bright smile of his. You noticed the red on his face and scrunched your nose, bending down to kiss the tip of his. Then began a battle of kisses, you targeting his face and him targeting your arms and covered stomach. He was getting more and more restless, losing the little bit of restraint he seemed to have earlier. Honestly he wouldn’t try and explain why he was scared to touch you, he’d just say he was a little bit overwhelmed by you in the moment. For now, all he knew was that he would enjoy everything you had to offer.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you off the floor to place you on his lap. Giving in to his desire, he grabbed you breasts tightly and stuffed his nose between both of them. You could hear him groan on your skin and feel the vibrations caused by his deep voice. What you could also feel was his bulge rub against your covered core. You could feel every, even jumping slightly when you felt it throb against you.

Looking down on his face, you were surprised to catch him staring at you, probably waiting for you to notice him. He was looking at you with these eyes that he gave you when you teased him a little too much and he’d been containing himself for a while. All the dots started connecting in your head, the link between his weird behavior and your recent purchases. You remembered seeing Spiderman’s silhouette a week ago, before Peter came home from patrol. It had been faint so you weren’t sure but now you were. He’d seen the corset already and got himself worked up.

He could practically see the gears turning in your head, lowering his head in your chest in shame.

“Don’t say a fucking thing…” He threatened, voice muffled by your warm skin.

When you burst out laughing, he started debating webbing your mouth shut but you’d probably like that and you also had every right to laugh, he’d acted so fucking weird for a week that it did end up making the reasoning behind it ridiculous.

“Oh my god ! Peter, tell me you weren’t avoiding me because of a fucking corset !” You teased, trying to pry his face off of you. Clearly displeased at your attempt to ruin his private time with your tits, he grabbed your wrists and kept them tightly held behind your back. “Oh my fucking God, Parker ! You’re unbelievable, I swear !”

“Can you not ?! It’s difficult enough for me to deal with so please, don’t make it worst for me !” He exclaimed, still not detaching himself from you. It was hard to make his words clear or his tone sound credible. At least he had tried, which was a good thing.

You kept smiling, amused at his outburst, this man truly was something. He was lucky to be this cute because otherwise you’d be very surprised and confused. Sliding your hand in his hair, you pressed him further in your bust and chuckled when he let out a groan either of pleasure or of comfort. You kept scratching his scalp softly, melting all the self control he had over himself and his actions.

When you felt his hands grip tighter on your chest and his lips started kissing your deep cleavage, you let your head fall back in pleasure. He was massaging your breast so well, you felt your entire body relax against his. His hips started moving under you, grinding his dick against you and enjoying the little sounds you’d make.

“You’re a big baby, you know that Parker ?” You muttered, closing your eyes and enjoying the things he’d do to you.

He raised his face finally to stare at you attentively. He’d always love the way your face would slowly get more and more obscene once he got his hands on you. You looked so sweet, he wanted to devour you whole. He gripped on the neckline of the corset and lowered it a little to give his mouth more skin to play with. He was greedy, needing to have your sweet taste burned on his tongue.

“Don’t push it angel, I will fuck the jokes outta you. You know I will.” He threatened, biting and sucking your flesh.

“Ah… Baby, you know… How ‘bout… Instead of ‘threatening’ me like that, you just do what you want hum ? Take me to bed and do all the things you want, I’m sure it’ll make you feel better.” You moaned, looking down on his handsome face.

“Fuck, you don’t need to tell me twice.” He exhaled, standing up abruptly and lifting you up with him.

~

The moment your body touches the mattress, you lose all capacities to function ln your own. Peter’s treatment of your body is so soft yet desperate, you abandon yourself completely to let him do whatever he wants to do to you. Kneeling in front of you on the bed, he parts your legs wide to position himself between them. His deep brown eyes are so intense and full of lust, you feel yourself shiver and your blood starts boiling. You can’t bear his eyes on you, not when he’s looking at you like that.

He pulls you flush against his body, and let’s his bulge hit your clothes pussy. He can feel everything, smell it even. You’re wet and aching for him, begging and throbbing for him to touch you. He would, he wants to, God, the amount if things he wants to do to you on a daily is insane. He should be put in a facility for wanting you this bad, it can’t be healthy. He knows it can’t be healthy, not when you make his blood travel around his body so fast and you make him so hot all over, he feels like he’s going through puberty all over again.

Feeling your arousal drip through your panties, he wanted to stuff his face between your legs and feast on you like it was his last meal. He could practically taste you already, just from you scent. You tasted sweet, like honey and fresh berries, so sweet he could feel the cavities form already. Fuck, he wanted to see you squirm under him, his tongue dancing between your folds and his name falling from you lips like a song made just for him.

He wanted to have a taste of you entire body, which wasn’t too different from the usual, but today he had a specific craving. One that had tickled him the entire week, teasing him so hard he could barely touch you without getting hard in public. He had been scared to have you in his arms because he knew he would very much pull you out of your class to fuck you in the bathroom until he knew your legs to be shaking for the rest of the day. He wanted you needy like he was, like you’d made him. You and your gorgeous tits.

Diving in your neck, he kissed you all over your jaw, whispering your name desperately. His hands crawled under the tight corset that hid his favorite part of you and palmed your stomach vigorously. His teeth were biting your jaw bone and sucking on it, leaving little swollen bumps behind him. Hands getting higher and higher, you pushed your hips towards his, rubbing yourself against his clothed cock. You could feel it call for you, begging to be freed and pleased.

“F-Fuck… You… You taste so good… So, so, so good… Your skin’s like a jar of fucking honey… Can’t get enough of it…” He grunted, in your ear, his long fingers grazing the lower part of your breasts.

Reaching up, your hands crawled in his soft brown hair to pull him away from your chest and crash you lips on his. You both loved kissing each other because no matter what, it always got so much more needy and desperate than what it was supposed to, just like now. Before his lips could even touch yours, his tongue was already deep in your throat, twirling in your mouth and gliding over yours.

You moaned in his mouth, begging for him to be inside you as your breath shortened until you needed to pull away to breath a little. You needed air, he didn’t, he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t, not when you tasted so fucking good. His hands slipped out from under the tight piece of clothing and slid behind you to undo the laces that kept what he wanted locked away from him.

When it was loose enough, he pulled it down roughly, watching your breast sway in front of his nose. He was already drooling from the kiss alone but seeing the source of his fantasies for the first time in so long (again, a week), it made his mouth water.

“God, I missed you so fucking much…” He whispered, grabbing both of them in his hands and rubbing his nose against your skin.

“You talking to me or my boobs ?” You chuckled, amused at how dramatic he was.

Lifting his face off of you, he gave you this toothy grin you got every time he was either extremely tired or too horny to think rationally.

“Honestly, both… Sorry…” He apologized, feeling a little ashamed at how worked up he got. When you slid your hand back in his hair, he closed his eyes, enjoying the relaxing feeling you provided.

“Don’t mind me, Baby…” You smiled softly. “Have your fun, you deserve it for loving me that much” You smiled, pecking his nose.

Smiling back at you, his warm palm reached up to your face, cradling your cheek lovingly and moving his face towards yours. He was called, hypnotized towards so many parts of your body, your lips were always the most violent, because no matter what setting, he would never care enough to refuse them. He’d kiss you until your lips were plump and swollen, your lipgloss smeared all over his own and you were breathless.

You both were both so dizzy and drunk on each other’s scents and touches, it was practically impossible to pry you off if each other. Peter’s nose ran down the side of your neck while his hands lowered towards his pants. Opening them swiftly, he reached in his boxers to pump his shaft a little, more to relieve his throbbing cock, so hard it started to hurt. He shuffled with his legs to get rid of his pants before reaching up to your panties.

“Fuck angel… That pretty pussy’s so wet, you’ve drenched your panties love… How ‘m I supposed to resist that huh ?” He groaned, smiling at your displeased expression. You were getting restless, just like he liked it.

“Pete… Baby please… Don’t tease me…” You begged, searching for his lips with your whole face.

Seeing you struggle to contain yourself and whine for him just made him feel so much worst, he wouldn’t be sure to be able to let you go that easily for the night. You were lucky for the weekend.

Standing straight and kneeling between your thighs, he smiled wickedly at your hard and pointed nipples. He let his fingers graze them delicately, enjoying the way your body shook under his fingers. He wouldn’t make you wait any longer anymore. He needed you right now. He ripped off your underwear and let your corset drop on the floor, leaving you in your skirt and nothing else.

“’M so sorry gorgeous, I swear… I promise I’ll take good care of you tomorrow… I swear…” He muttered, kissing down on your cleavage and elevating your tits in his hands to kiss both tenderly. “So, so, so good… I’ll have you all relaxed…”

“Y-Yeah… Please Baby… T-Take care of me… Please Pete…” You whined, rolling your hips on him. He could feel every, your folds dripping wetness on your inner thighs and the feeling of his shaft pulsating against your throbbing cunt.

Suddenly, one of his arms snaked around your back while the other palmed one of your breasts, licking and biting on your nipple before hoisting you up and placing you down on his lap. His mouth still attached to you, his hands held onto your hips, massaging them as he apologized profusely for what he was about to do. You felt his fingers play with your puffy, swollen folds, making you cry and whine over him. You needed him, more and more each second. You could feel the thick, leaking tip of his cock poke you entrance and you couldn’t hold on any longer.

“P-Pete… Baby please… D-Do something… I can’t hold it…” You moaned, rolling your hips in circles over his tip and inhaling sharply when you tried to push yourself down on him.

He chuckled against your chest, kissing the valley of your breasts before going back up to your jaw and then your lips.

“God, angel… You’ll have me dead one day…” He breathed out.

His fingers parted you open, lining himself at your entrance, before you sat yourself down on his cock. The movement was unexpected and the intrusion was rough, brutal almost. You felt so full, full to the point of seeing him poke out if your belly. The tears of pleasure were threatening to come out as you felt him pulsate inside you, feeling him grow bigger and stretch you further and further.

If you weren’t so out of it yourself you would see that he wasn’t too far from the state you were in. He couldn’t even see straight, his head thrown back and his hands gripping your flesh so tight, you would feel them for days after. You were wrapped around his cock so tight and warm, velvety walls fluttering around him. He could cum just from being inside you, filling you up once and then fucking it back into you. He wanted to see you covered in his cum, your chest painted with his seed. Fuck, he would do that later, for now, he just really needed to fuck you.

Grabbing two handfuls of your ass under your skirt, he lifted you up from his girth, biting his lip hard to keep in a desperate moan, before slamming you back down on him. He repeated the motion, increasing in speed a little more each time, before he saw you lose yourself completely over him. Your eyes were crossed and already rolled to the back of your head, your poor pussy taking him greedily. You were dripping so much over him, he could vividly hear the sound of your wetness as your skin slapped against each other.

“A-Ah… Look… Look at you Angel… Looking so, so, so beautiful… Taking so much of me… C-Can’t keep anything in for you… “ He moaned, biting your neck instead of his lips.

His arms were still tight around your waist, keeping your from falling backwards as you leaned on his thighs and started meeting his thrusts. Your cunt swallowing him whole, you could feel your entire body shaking every time his bulbous tip would violently hit your cervix. You were crying out his name as you started to bounce on his thigh, taking one of your tits in hand and playing with your nipples.

If Peter could take a picture of what he was seeing right now, he would, immortalizing it in all the possible and existing formats. Here you were, crying his name while jumping on his cock and playing with those gorgeous tits of yours. The vision in itself was too much and he knew he would keep it burned in his memories forever. Loosing all capacity to form coherent phrases, he started moaning your name as if it was the only word he knew, the rest were just gibberish and rambling.

“B-Baby… Fuck, Baby… A-Angel y-you… You… Y-You gotta… Oh f-fuck… Oh God… F-Fuck… F-Feels… F-Fuck… Feels so… So good…” He moaned, drooling profusely at the vision of your tits bouncing right in front of his face.

The obscene noises of his balls slapping against your folds made it all too much for the both of you to contain yourselves. Ripping your hands off of your nipples that you kept rolling between your fingers, he held the both of them behind your back again before diving in your breast and sucking one of your nipples in his mouth while he twirled the other in his fingers. Sucking and biting on your skin, he looked up at you with hooded eyes, full of both lust and adoration. Feeling your warm skin vibrate against his face and he kept lapping his tongue on your sensitive bud, he felt like cumming instantly. He couldn’t feel how good he made you feel with his mouth on you and he wanted nothing more than to make you feel even better.

He freed your nipple, a wet plop sound following as well as a line of saliva, before rushing to the other one eagerly. You tasted so fucking good, your skin tasted like candy, he couldn’t get enough. When your fingers pushed his face closer to you, his own eyes rolled to the back of his head. Je sucked on your chest even more, biting your skin and leaving wet patches behind him, his own hips started to move even more.

“Oh…Fuck ! Peter, Baby… P-Please ! I-I need… I need more !” You cried out, feeling your pussy clenching around him.

He was so needy, palming and sucking on your skin vigorously, like he was trying to burn your taste on his tongue. Detaching his lips from you to breath finally, you tightened around him, feeling his breath on your wet nipples. His forehead rested against your bust as he tried to moan and catch his breath all at once. The vibrations of his deep voice as your name tumbled out of his lips, begging for you a little more passionately each time, sending shivers down your spine.

He grabbed your breasts, kissing all over them as he felt his end coming. His movements became a little messier, pumping himself deep in you. He needed you to cum and he needed it quick.

“B-Baby… Baby… Please, f-fuck… Cum… You gotta… You gotta cum… Please, god, fuck… Please…” He cried, kissing your skin repeatedly to calm himself. It wasn’t working clearly.

Your own hip rolls accelerated, your cunt dripping juices all over him as you felt a knot form in your belly. Both of you thrusting together against each other and not allowing the other a second of peace, you kept fucking each other roughly and desperately. Soon, you were pressing his face on your cleavage, cumming all over him while crying his name as loudly as your vocal cords allowed.

Hearing your sweet voice scream his name like that, he couldn’t keep the ropes of cum he spilled in you and making you tremble on his lap. He tried to keep you steady, feeling to sensitive to handle your fluttering walls trap him a little more inside you as he kept cumming a little more. It felt like it was going on for so long, dripping so much inside you he could feel it leak out.

He was breathing hard against your chest, his eyes lowered and he saw the point where his girth connected with your insides. He smiled lazily, seeing his creamy seed drip out of you. There was so much, he doubted you’d be able to keep it all in. Your soft hands held his jaw and raised his face towards yours.

“I guess that means that you enjoyed the corset…” You chuckled, looking exhausted but beautiful as ever. He smiled widely, puckering his lips in your direction and chuckling when you kissed him tenderly. Again, like predicted, it became more heated than it was supposed too. Your tongues folding over each other and moans slipping out of your throats.

“You have no idea how much I liked that thing…” He responded in a whisper to not disturb the calm atmosphere. “But please… For the love if everything there is…” He laid you on your back, before bending down and kissing your forehead tenderly. “Warn me before you wear one next time… I might need a little time to mentally prepare myself… Can’t have me fucking you in public because your tits are just that fucking beautiful…” He pleaded softly against your lips.

Pulling out of you, you thought he would be done but instead, he straddled you, his cock still hard and needing a little more attention. You chuckled, grazing your finger over the tip and watching him inhale sharply.

“But… I love catching you by surprise…” You whined, faking innocence. You pushed your tots together and looked up at him with doe eyes, tempting him even more. He collapsed over you, holding his body up with his forearms around your face.

“Yeah…” Breathed out the young man, trying to contain his smile. “Well, hope you enjoyed the surprise Angel…” Straightening his back, he started pumping his shaft over your breasts. “Because I’m not anywhere near done with you… I’ve got a lot of things I wanna do to you right now… Let’s see in how many ways I can fuck you and how many pictures I can take…”

Her back was flat against his dorm rooms floor, while Peter himself was sitting at his desk and avoiding eye contact.

“Aha!” she exclaimed, sitting up with a fast and smooth motion, “I got it! Take a look, calculus god Parker.” She handed her notebook to him and his eyes scan the page.

“Good.” He said softly. Why in the world did he agree to help Y/N out with her studying? He struggled to even talk to her in passing, why did he sign himself up for 1 hour every Wednesday and Thursday alone with her. In his room, no less.

“Good? C’mon Parker, look how far I’ve come because of you. I really am so grateful to you, how can I make it up to you?” She shifted on her knees, which made her shirt ride up and expose her hip just enough. Peter quickly looked away and felt his face heat up.

“Don’t worry about it, glad to help.” He swallowed hard, and she knew he was never going to come out and say that he wanted her flush against him, clothes nowhere to be found.

“I know you’ve been looking at me, Peter.” He froze as she started to stand up.

“Wha-?” He starts.

“I pretend to not notice all those times you look down my shirt, or stare at my ass when I bend over.”

“I am so sorry, I feel so gross and I mean obviously that was such a violation of your personal-“ he took a deep breath and with innocent puppy-like eyes said, “I’m sorry.”

She giggled and stood a few inches from a still sitting Peter, “Peter, it’s okay. It flattered me in a weird, Peter specific way.” For the first time all day, he looked her in the eyes.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“Can I kiss you?” She put her hands on his shoulders.

“Please.” He said quietly. Y/N leaned down, placing her soft lips on his. To say that the pair had both been dreaming about this for a while would be an understatement. Slowly, he put his hands on her waist, deepening the kiss. They were both very careful to not overstep. She finally pulled away for air, leaving him red-faced and panting. She linked her hand in with his, and gently tugged, signaling that she wanted him to get up. He complied, towering over her as soon as he stood. He bent his head down to kiss her once more, this time the pair ventured to the bed.

Her hands snaked up to his scalp, pulling at the locks of brown hair that covered it. A small groan left Peters throat, causing her panties to pool even more. When he put his hands on her hips, the flame that was inside of her had petrol poured on top of it. He pulled away, moving to her neck. Her mouth was agape as he left sloppy kisses along her jaw all the way to her collarbone. He was careful not to leave any marks, worrying that it would backfire on him.

He looked up at her, and pointed to her blouse, “Can I?”.

“Only, if you do too.” She was a bit shy, which was funny considering she was the one to initiate the encounter. He smiled, sitting back on his knees and pulling his t-shirt off. She did the same, leaving her bra untouched. “Touch me, please.” She begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, gently groping her tit through the foam cup. His pants were getting tighter by the minute. He decided to forgo the embarassing trial of a front clasp or ,even worse, a back one; He pulled her garment down just enough to let her nipples feel the cold air and harden. Without hesitation, his mouth latched onto her left breast, kneading the other with his hand. Small whimpers left Y/N’s mouth. As much as he felt like he could spend eternity with his mouth full of tit, he wanted to move on.

“Y/N, can I go down on you, baby? ‘Wanna taste you.” She let out a shaky breath and hummed a yes.

He kept going lower, kissing her torso as he went. Carefully, he unzipped her skirt, using the last of his self control not to rip it off. With the image of his brown eyes looking up from between her legs burned into her head, she let out a shaky breath.

As he kissed her inner thigh, his thumb gently rubbed her through her panties. A quiet moan left her body, causing peter to press a bit harder. Once he decided he had waited just about as long as he could, he hooked his strong fingers around the elastic and pulled them off of her.

The way her cunt almost dripped, the way she already looked so blissed out, it was almost too much.

Her eyes were closed, but opened when he licked a flat tongued stripe. He lapped at her, the sweet taste flooding his mouth.

“Peter, keep doing that please!”

“You like it? Tell me what you want, baby?” He went back to rubbing the nerves lightly.

“Peter, I-“ she let out a harsh groan as he pressed harder with his thumb. “Please, need you to- oh!” She couldn’t get a full sentence out.

“Need me to..?” he teased.

“Fuck, please keep rubbing my pussy!” He smirked and did as she said, the coil in her belly ready to snap. As he sped his thumb up, she felt herself come undone for the first time that day. It was a sight to behold, her back arched, eyes rolled back into her head, a high pitched whine filling his ears. He slowed his movements as she came down, kissing the inside of her thigh once more.

“Think you can return the favor, sweet girl?” He sat back, gesturing to the prominent bulge straining against the denim.

“Mhm.” She was too weak to speak, but sat up and snaked herself onto the floor. Her fingers skillfully popped the button and unzipped the jeans, he lifted his hips as she pulled them down. “Are these,” She narrowed her eyes, “Comic book boxers?”. He blushed and smiled. “Would’a guessed as much.” She gently stroked him through the fabric, pulling a soft whimper from him. As her eyes looked up at him, he knew he would be in trouble. Though the spider powers provided a record breaking libido, he feared that he would bust in that moment.

Her hand crept under the elastic, feeling the warm and hard length in the palm of her hand. Without hesitation, her tongue ran along the prominent vein. With a whimper, his hands flocked to her hair, making her scalp sting in a strange way. As she wrapped her lips around the thick tip and pushed him down her throat, tears stinged at her eyes. She came up, and went back down; each time more spit accumulating on his cock and her face. She maintained eye contact with Peter, watching as he could barely keep them open. Without warning, he lightly yanked her back and off of him, leaving her on the floor; panting and painted with her own saliva.

“Come lay down, baby.” He patted the mattress and she did as told, too tired to say anything. “Oh!” He stopped and it snapped her out of the trance she was in, “I don’t have a condom.” He looked disappointed.

“I’m clean.” She looked at him through lustful lenses. He got the hint and lined himself up with her, watching as her back arched with each inch pushed in. As he bottomed out, he pushed away the strong urge to fuck her dumb, he needed to be gentle; at least for now.

Slowly, he snapped his hips to hers, quiet whimpers leaving both parties mouths. Her eyes were threatening to sink closed, but the way she fought to keep them open was something he couldn’t describe. “Peter, stop holding back.” She said softly, her hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry.” He smiled and blushed, embarrassed that she wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was. He sped up, struggling to lift himself off of her, eventually just collapsing and clinging her body to his. Chest to chest, he could feel the heat radiating from her. The grip she had on his shoulder tightened and her eyes screwed shut, she was close. The grip her body had on him grew tighter and tighter with each passing minute, and he knew she could come undone under him any minute so he put his hand to work, rubbing her clit harshly. She moaned and her eyes rolled back. He could see the fireworks erupting from her body, making his hips falter and abdomen tighten. She almost said something when he pulled out, but the hot drips of cum that dripped down her lower stomach told her anything she would need to know.

Pressing his forehead to hers, he left a small kiss on her chapped lips. “Oh fuck sorry!” He quickly climbed off of her, grabbing a towel from his closet, “Here.” She grabbed it from him and wiped up the sticky liquid, a thick silence coating the room.

“Peter I-“ she started but stopped, reaching for her shirt and underwear, “I don’t want this to be a one off.”

His breath caught in his throat, “Shit, neither do I.” He said with a chuckle. “I just hope you can focus on the textbook now that you’ve cum.” 

She rolled her eyes, “You know you’re the devil, right?”

“A handsome devil, Y/N.”

A shaky breath left her as she found the line for the ladies room, her hands resting on her hips as she screwed her eyes shut counting backwards from 10. She opened her eyes back up and suddenly the world was not swallowing her whole, and the pink satin of her dress no longer strangled her to death. One of the models standing in front of her turned back to look at her, a clear sense of worry in her eyes as she forced a smile back. She was thankful that the other girl left it at that and turned back to whoever she was talking to in line. 

Just when everything settles, her ears prick up at the sound of her name from a familiar voice. 

“(Y/N)!” 

In a moment of reflex she turned over her shoulder to see Peter striding over to her, more handsome than he had been all those years ago. She took him in, he was a man now. Full beard, clad in a baby blue suit and nice haircut. A gold band sitting on his left ring finger and suddenly butterflies were slowly turning into a cardiac arrest. She took his outstretched hand, slotting perfectly into his as he brought her into a hug, a friendly kiss on the cheek. The same old routine of lovers turned to strangers. 

“Peter. Oh gosh, how have you been? I haven't seen you in so long.” 

His eyes twinkled in the dimly lit venue. His hand still turned hers over in his palm as he watched her. For a moment he looked like he did the night they met. 

“I know, I- I’ve been meaning to reach out but I’ve been so busy with work and I just got married and..life.” He laughs, it is airy and almost like he doesn't have a care in the world. He always did that, even when the world was falling down around them Peter would laugh and smile and everything would feel settled for a minute. She opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out, she looked over shoulder to the line getting shorter. 

“Listen, uh if you have a moment I’d love to talk and catch up.” 

He offered, she was still painfully aware of how tightly he was holding her hand. Though his tone was cool and calm, his body language was begging. His chest rose and fell almost in a rapid pattern, and there was a slight shake to his hand. Looking around she cleared her throat, nodding as she made eye contact with the crowd of people to avoid his eyes. 

“Yeah, I can meet you on the rooftop in a couple of minutes. I just-” She pointed over her shoulder awkwardly to the bathroom. “Want to freshen up. Long night.” 

“Of course..yeah. Yeah I’ll meet you there.” He hugged her again, leaving without a kiss to the cheek. She watched him tuck his hands in his pockets walking towards the staircase to the rooftop. A part of her was glad to fight all the voices telling her to turn back around and run, if she had she’d miss the smile he gave her across the room. 

The rooftop was a bit more chilly than she had predicted it would be. Her eyes landed on Peter, a cigarette in his hand as he looked over the city. She stood still for a moment, taking in the man he’d become, unsure of how to approach him. 

“Want a hit?” 

He laughs as he turns around, her eyes having drilled through his back long enough. She shook her head as she approached with soft steps, heels in hand. The wind had picked up, prickling at her skin sending a chill down her spine. Or maybe it was due to the lack of space between them. She wished she had a camera, to take a picture of how he looked. Both obviously older, Peter had wrinkles and smile lines on his face which were well complimented by the gray hairs decorating his dark beard. She herself had found her first gray hair earlier today, should have been a sign for how the day was going to go. 

“What are you looking at?” He laughed while putting out the cigarette on the stone. (Y/N) smiled, shaking her head, laughing at herself. 

“You got old.” 

Peter threw his head back laughing, covering his mouth with his hand before settling down. “Yeah, well you’re one to talk.” 

“No, no it’s just strange. That’s all..last time I saw you we were fighting over marriage and kids. You taking over the business, me going into modeling. And now, well.” 

“It’s funny because we were just kids ourselves.” He sighs. “God I was nineteen on my hands and knees begging you to marry me. It was all I wanted.” 

Silence crept in as she remembered the last thread of stress that broke them apart, she remembers how devastated and heartbroken they both were. She had nothing to say except: “It wasn’t going to be a no for forever. I had just turned nineteen Peter, I had my first real modeling job. Everything was getting too scary. I just..”

“Needed time. I was impatient, let's be honest I was never good at waiting.” 

It was her turn to laugh, her hand raising to cover her face. “You really weren’t but look..” She pointed at the band on his finger. “Gwen’s a lucky woman, I’m glad you two reconnected. If it wasn’t me I’m glad it was her.” 

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but he didn’t seem to care. He smiled his signature Peter Parker smile and she couldn’t help but give one back.

 “I did really love you, and I hope you know I carry it with me every day. I carry you with me.” Peter says quietly, looking down at the city. She pressed her lips together, her hand reaching out and rubbing his back. 

“Same here. I still look for you in everybody I date.” She admits with a soft breath. “I loved you, and a part of me always will. Pleas-” She was cut off by the door opening, the photographer from the party smiled at them. 

“Some red head told me I could find you up here, we need a picture of our two biggest donors.” He raised his camera, almost as a prompt. Peter smiled and nodded, whispering a quick of course. “As long as I can get a copy sent to me.” He laughed. 

His arm wrapped around her in a  smile. (Y/N) smiled back, even though she knew there was a storm of emotions brewing in her eyes, she hoped the smile on her face was genuine. She was thankful that he came when he did, because the next words out of her mouth could have torn them both up. She’d just have to keep that to herself.