phone sex with peter parker x fem!reader
summary: teasing peter parker while he's patrollingggggg
cw: MDNI!! heavy teasing, f!masturbation, kinda baiting dom!peter out at the end
an: this is a day behind, i apologize, but a bitch is getting married in like 12 hours!!! find yourself a peter parker fr fr!!
peter landed gracefully on top of the empire state, completing his fifth round of the neighborhood that night. crime was much slower than usual, as in the last four hours, he'd only stopped one mugging and an atm robbery. hell, with the amount of directions peter had been giving out tonight, he was convinced the city should've been paying him directly.
he pulled his phone out of his suit to see that it had just reached midnight, a sigh falling from his lips as he fought off the temptation to call it a night early. most nights, peter was out until the early hours of the morning. most nights, however, someone was trying to blow up new york.
his thoughts and the distorted music through his earbuds were interrupted by a familiar ringtone, and a smile fell over peter's face.
"hey bug, what are you still doing awake? i thought i left you hours ago tired and all studied out?"
peter could hear you chuckle on the other end of the phone, and suddenly, his night didn't feel so boring.
"just thinking about you, i guess. how's patrol going?"
a heavy sigh was given in response. "so far, this has been the longest conversation of the evening. i haven't seen a night this calm in months."
you hummed on the other end of the line, "bored?"
"like you couldn't believe," peter chuckled. "i just wish i were home with you, y'know? there's no one to even be a 'friendly neighborhood spider-man' to out here right now. the neighborhood's asleep!"
there was a brief pause before your response that peter picked up on, but couldn't piece together. "what would you do if you were here with me?"
your tone shifted ever so slightly, breathy and quieter than before. the question got peter's mind racing back through all the things he'd thought about doing with you while out on patrol. though, should he say... doing to you. but he wasn't about to admit to what had been distracting him while out protecting the city, so he ignored the strain in his suit as he crafted his response.
"y-y'know... anything. getting sore from sittin' on all this concrete," he says with a shy laugh, and you don't have to see him to know he's blushing and scratching at the back of his neck.
"mmmm, poor thing. i think it'd do some good if we got you out of that suit, y'think?"
we. if we got you out of it.
jesus christ, peter. please keep it in the suit.
"y-yeah, that'd sure be... great."
the line was silent for a moment, peter giving you the chance to move on and for him to get his mind out of the gutter. he nearly lost his footing from where he was pacing along the edge of the roof at your next words.
"do you want to know what i'm wearing, pete?"
he caught his balance, staring in disbelief at the city down below him as your sultry tone threatened to pull him over. "w-what?"
peter couldn't help but groan in response, lifting the mask over his mouth to catch his breath. he looked around frantically, ensuring the roof was empty before he dared to whisper your name into his phone.
"what are you doing, bug? you know i'm on patrol."
"i know." you sounded so certain, and it drove peter further insane.
he was quickly growing painfully hard, his bulge prominent through the thin spandex of the suit. peter muttered a string of curse words as he reached down to palm himself, a hiss escaping his lips as he twitched against the feeling.
"f-fuck, baby. c'mon, this isn't fair." peter couldn't help but let his words trail to a whine as he heard you touching yourself on the other end, words turning into a plea.
there was no fixing this himself, and definitely not out here. he knew that, and he knew you knew that too. peter would have no choice but to come home now that you'd gotten him going this much, and he's beginning to sense that may have been your intention the entire time.
"y-you did this on purpose, didn't you? wanted to get me all riled up so i'd have no choice but to come home?" he heard your gasp and knew he was exactly where you wanted him. peter couldn't help but smirk, knowing there was no other place he wanted to be anyway.
"how do you want me to touch myself while i wait for you, peter?" your voice was sultry and prideful, knowing you'd successfully trapped him.
"should i prep myself for you?" there was a bit of shuffling on the other end, and then peter could hear just how fucking wet you were. "you are coming home, aren't you?"
"okay, bug. you'll get what you want," peter tucked his phone into his suit before aiming for the nearest building in your direction.
"but when you're screaming my name and telling me it's too much?" he launched off the roof, free-falling as he felt a hunger take over him. "don't forget it's exactly what you asked for."
