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𑣲⋆｡˚ peter hasnt had any action in nearly a year!

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MDNI! SMUT! 18+ only!

peter parker hasnt fucked anyone for exactly 304 days. 304.

he was loosing his mind.

he never had the time to have a cheap hookup, always too busy with saving the entirety of nyc every. single. day.

and he might have actually survived those 304 days of just jacking off on the occasion to make sure he doesnt get too stressed, if it werent for you.

his drop dead gorgeous, sexy, hypnotising neighbour.

you moved in exactly 252 days ago, carrying a heavy box in the hall and struggling to grab the key from your pocket, when peter had rushed over to help you since he was already on his way out. big mistake.

when you handed him the box, he was revealed a gorgeous rack of tits in a low cut shirt, basically shoved in his face as you fumbled for the keys. he felt so guilty. your sweet smile and honey dripped voice thanking him made had him weak in the knees.

since then it just kept getting worse.

like the time you were picking up a couple of letters from your door mat on your way in from doing the laundry, and he happened to be walking past.

you were bent over, pyjama shorts sliding up your ass and gripping to your pussy lips through the fabric. right in front of him.

he had nearly came in his pants right then and there.

he had to rush home, his belt half off before the door was even closed, shirt quickly tossed off as he had fucked his fist and imagined bending you over every surface in his apartment.

oh and don't get him started on when he can hear you through the walls.

he had listened when you were brought home with a date, and it was like his wet dreams had been happening in the room next to him and he wasnt allowed to watch.

he could hear the way you were bent over, hips in the air and face shoved into the pillows as you got fucked senseless, wet pussy welcoming in a strangers cock when it should have been his.

he could hear the slaps of your ass hitting the mans hips with every thrust, the breathless moans escaping your mouth, everything.

he had listened the whole time, fucking himself with his own fist and wishing praying that it could be him next time.

and now, it had been two whole months since he had even jacked off. he'd been too busy! the whole day he had been tense, off his game.

and now he was home.

his hand was shoved down his pants in a second, head fall back on his couch as he wrapped a hand around himself, his tip an angry red. he needed release so so bad! poor peter :(

his hand moved quickly, his mind filled with images, moments with you.

your name slipped out of his lips with a wimper, and just as he was starting to get close-

knock knock knock.

"peter?"

it was you.

oh god.

peter shoved himself back into his pants, not even doing up the button as he practically ran to the door.

he opened the door with a slam, making you jump.

you stared up at him in shock.

he looked gorgeous.

his hair was a mess, cheeks flushed and eyes shiny. his shirt was slightly pushed up, cock hard in his half undone pants as he stared at you, chest heaving.

"i- i cant-..." your voice trailed off, forgetting what you even came over for.

and for a moment you both just stared.

"peter..?" you said softly, taking a small step forward.

and he groaned.

he actually groaned.

his boner was threatening to slip out of his boxers at this point, and you were not helping.

you moved into the apartment, closing the door quietly behind you, your chest nearly pressed against his.

"poor peter..." you murmured, pity in your eyes at the state of him. your hands landed on his chest, one trailing up to his hair, tugging softly.

he let out a filthy moan, eyes rolling back as he lowered himself onto his knees, grabbing your hips and shoving them towards his face, burying his nose into your pussy.

you let out a wimper, your hand tightening on his hair as he slipped your pyjama shorts down, grabbing one of your thighs and hoisting it over his shoulder, staring at your greedy pussy, which was dripping.

"peter." a sharp yank on his hair made his eyes snap away from his meal to your face.

"ask nicely." you normally sweet voice was sharper, but from the way he twitched in his pants, thats what he needed.

"p-please baby, oh- i'll be so good, please let me eat this pussy, please" he pleaded, eyes watering, before you nodded.

he was quick.

he shoved his face into your dripping pussy, tounge spread greedily as he slurped up the juices before licking at your greedy core, which was tightening around nothing. your head fell back, the door holding you up as you leaned back against it.

peters tongue was prodding at your hole, nose nudging and grinding against your clit desperatly as his hips bucked into the air. his thick arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, hands keeping your trembling thighs open.

"ooh peter! f-fuck!" you cried, hand gripping his hair tightly, and he moaned into your pussy at the sound of your voice.

before you knew it, he was standing, kissing you deeply.

you let his tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself on him, and he hoisted you up, legs wrapping around his hips as he stumbled through his apartment, finding his room quickly.

he dropped you onto the bed and was quick to tug off his shirt, revealing his bulky body, small bruises littering the abs and biceps that you were ogling at.

"p-please let me fuck you. i needa fuck your pussy baby- o-oh shit please!" he whined, crawling over you, his eyes wide with desperation and lust.

"please- please fuck me peter.." you mumbled, pulling him closer, and he nearly sobbed of happiness.

he tore his belt off, shoving down his jeans and boxers, and you nearly choked.

he was huge.

his greedy hands tugged at your shirt, pulling it up.

"Lemme see those pretty tits baby." he mumbled, pulling it over your head gently before throwing it somewhere behind him, his eyes glued to your chest, mouth open.

"peter." you growled, your thighs clenching. "hurry up and fuck me."

"yes maam." he nodded, before lowering his head to kiss you again.

his hand reached down, jerking himself a little before lining up, your sweet pussy being spread by his tip as he swirled your clit with his leaking tip, before he lined himself up with your hole.

"so pretty. so- so so pretty." he mumbled, looking down at you as he got ready, slowly pushing in.

just watching the way you winced and moaned at adjusting to his fat tip made him loose control. he pushed in with one sharp thrust, making you scream with pleasure and pain, meanwhile he mumbled apologies over and over, already starting to thrust in over and over.

the bed creaked underneath you as he fucked you deep into the mattress, your tits bouncing with each thrust. both of your moans echoed in his room, filling the apartment with the sounds of your shared pleasure.

you clawed at his back, your own back arched as you took his deliciously deep thrusts each time.

"such a good pussy for me. this pussys mine noew, huh? c'mon baby, t-tell me this pretty pussy belongs to me." peters voice was pathetic, but he was fucking you oh so good.

"p-peter! nghh-fuck.. its yours peter! y-your pretty pussy." You wimpered, eyes rolling back as his tip thrashed your cervix with each thrust, his thumb rubbing your clit perfectly.

he whined so loudly at your worse, his thrusts becoming messy, but he grabbed your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders to get even closer, the new angle making you moan so loud you knew you would be getting a noise complaint.

"i love you. ohmygod i love you!" peter whimpered, saliva pooling at the sight of you folded underneath him, his cock so deep into your womb, the bulge so visable to him.

"cum in me peter, need your cum!" you cried out as your pussy clamped down on his cock, your release flooding all over him.

peter threw back his head, burying himself far into you as he came, thick white cum painting your walls white with the hot sticky substance.

you felt so full, stuffed with his cock and his cream.

he lowered himself on top of you, making sure he didnt slip out as he held you close to him, his heart racing.

"can i take you out for breakfast tomorrow morning?" he asked quietly.

"yes please."

little did he know this was your wet dream come true as well.

freaks.

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peter parker x fem!reader

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yelena's office was the best thing in the world. to others it may be strange for a bathhouse to be an office, but being her assistant in times like these were easy. most times she ever left you in charge, no one ever came in for these 'professional' meetings.

it was perfect.

soaking in a hot bath for hours, sipping on tea and answering a few emails all day was the dream job, especially when doing it for an avenger.

in fact, yelena often made sure people didn't come in on the days you were standing in for her whilst she was out on missions, always saying something about... big potatoes?

warm water lapped at your bare skin as you leaned back against the tile of the bath, the murky water barely covering the swell of your breasts.

tilting your head back, you closed your eyes, sighing happily as you felt the weeks weight of stress slowly dissolve from your shoulders.

"uh.. h-hello? yelena?"

your head snapped up, your body quickly lowering itself into the water to cover yourself, your eyes wide as you stared at Spiderman, who was standing awkwardly with a towel at the opening of the bathhouse.

you'd met him a few times before as yelena's assistant, but typically you werent naked in a bathhouse.

"the old lady at the counter said this was yelena's room.. im so sorry i must be in the wrong-"

cheeks still warm from embarrassment, you coughed awkwardly before interrupting him.

"nope, your in the right place. i'm her assistant."

"oh! sorry." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, his mask blinking as he looked away.

"sorry for the disappointment.. could i be of any help? i'm not yelena.. but i'm still somewhat useful." you tilted your head to the side, steam rising from your shoulders as you sat up ever so slightly.

"yeah! yeah, sure." he moved forward, still in his suit, and the ear piece in your ear began to beep, the sensor in the corner of the room blinking red.

"uh- i dont know how to explain this, but its a rule of yelena's office to get undressed before sitting. or swimming. just so i- we know you dont have any weapons." you quickly explained, not used to people actually having meetings here.

you watched him wince a little, glancing back at the change rooms behind him, up at the sensor then at you.

you simply shrugged.

now that you were thinking of it, seeing spiderman in all his glory wouldn't be too bad for your first real meeting.

"got it." he nodded at you awkwardly, and you swore you watched mask lower itself slightly as he looked at you. did he just... check you out?

you watched him walk into the changing room, and subconsciously pressed your thighs together in excitement.

when he emerged, towel wrapped loosely around his hips, your mouth nearly dropped open.

bulky, bruised muscle that tensed softly under your gaze was like a blessing. head still covered by the mask, but everywhere else was bare.

i love this job.

your thoughts went wild as he placed down the rest of his suit and walked to the edge, your eyes trailing his every move. he dropped the towel carefully, and unfortunately his black boxers were still on, but the half hard tent in his pants still made you smirk.

"something exciting?"

"just the topic i have to discuss." he shrugged, but you heard the grin in his voice as he settled into the water, biceps flexing as he lowered himself into the murky warmth.

"an assistant huh? what do you do for her?"

you shrugged.

"its a pretty easy job. answer emails, run errands, manage the office while shes gone. y'know, avoid making messes."

he hummed, nodding slowly.

"might be hard to not make a mess today. especially since you've already got one between your legs." he titled his head.

stupid spider senses.

he could practically hear your heart thumping, the tiny ripples from you rubbing your thighs together sounding like waves to him.

"you sure are confident for someone hiding behind the mask." you challenged, the meeting long forgot for both of you.

he watched you slowly move through the water towards him, ripples making small waves against his broad chest, until you were standing right in front of him.

you lifted your hands, breasts pushed together as you reached for the mask, looking at his eyes, managing to see a small outline of his eyes under the mask.

your fingers toyed with the edge of the red fabric before starting to gently push it up, and he didnt stop you.

you pushed the mask above his nose, his cute lips twitching slightly as you smirked.

before you could say anything, his huge arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, before you were hoisted up onto his lap, straddling his waist.

a small gasp slipped from your lips, feeling the large bulge pressed right against your core, your head nearly falling backwards from how good it already felt.

a groan slipped from him, his chest rumbling against where your hands were planted, fingers digging into the muscle.

without warning, he lifted his head, capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss, making you shiver despite your whole body overheating.

his tongue prodded its way past your lips, making you moan softly, grinding your hips against him, and feeling him jolt up into you, practically making you bounce on his rock solid cock.

he pulled away quickly, one arm unwrapping from your waist, only to pull off his mask. underneath was a strikingly handsome face, with big brown eyes that were filled with so much need it made your core pulse.

"i'm peter."

he whispered, before kissing you again, pulling you flush against him. it was like he needed the contact. the water splashed against you both witht he speed of your movements, but neither of you cared.

your breasts were pushed up against his chest, and his hand trailed up your waist to one of them, squeezing softly but never breaking the kiss.

deciding to keep up with him, you continued grinding down onto him, your clit catching onto the material of his boxers perfectly, making you whine into the kiss while he moaned.

you continued your movement, the pleasure already so so good for the both of you.

but you both needed more.

peter lifted you up with one arm, his mouth latching onto the fat of your tit as he shoved his boxers down, his body trembling with excitement.

he pulled away from your chest, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes as he lined up his tip with your entrance, his breathing uneven.

you nodded, and watched with amusement as his head titled back for a moment, feeling his pleasure and happiness radiating off him, no spidey senses needed.

"c'mere baby." he mumbled, guiding your head back to his to kiss you, tip resting heavily against your entrance.

this kiss was softer, like the calm before the storm.

your tongues twirled together slowly, your hands sliding up to rest on his neck, the other tangled in his messy hair, gripping softly.

without warning, he bucked up into you. fully.

the moan that was punched out of you echoed, the mix of pain and pleasure making your eyes roll back. peter groaned just as load, the sounds mixing together.

you could feel him everywhere.

his cock was thick, so deliciously thick that it stretched your walls, and the tip nudged your cervix, resting against it as you both adjusted to the feeling of each other.

you were fully seated on his cock, the stretch of him slowly loosing the sting, and peter began to lift you up, before slamming you back down, your body becoming putty in his hands as he moved you up and down.

pleasure rippled through your body with each thrust, his tip nudging your cervix each time, and you felt a familiar coil in your stomach begin to grow. you buried you head into the crook of his neck, overwhelmed whimpers leaving your mouth with each body-rocking thrust.

"w-we should go out some time." peter moaned, slamming you down particularly hard, making your body jolt as he moved one hand to start rubbing your clit.

too speechless to even think of answering, you mumbled something incoherent, moving your hips to rub against his thumb desperately like an animal in heat, the coil growing tighter and tighter.

with one final thrust up into you, peter felt himself let go, coming deep within you and painting your womb white, his head falling back with a pathetic moan. his cum was thick and hot, making you feel bloated as he ground up into you, making sure it stuck.

a second after, you felt your walls tighten as you came all over his cock, the water around you both now littered with a mix of your juices and his cum, both your chests heaving. sweat covered both your bodies, pressed together tightly as you both felt the after affects.

"your beautiful." he mumbled, carefully moving your head to look at you properly.

"let me take you out sometime. please?" he asked, a small beg in his voice. he knew this was dangerous, but he couldn't wouldn't mess up this opportunity.

"okay." you whispered, smiling before kissing him softly.

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