What could possibly go wrong with a sexy as fuck roommate?
𑁤 roommate peter parker x reader, smut 18+, TOM HOLLAND IN THAT FUCKING JUICY PANTS AND THAT CROP TOP, oral sex (female reciving), use of aphrodisiac (not on purpose) ((maybe)), unprotected sex, cumming inside, dirty talk, pet name . . .
Moving to New York to live completely on your own at 21 hadn't been your smartest idea.
In short, you couldn't exactly say you were in a bad financial circumstances but you certainly weren't in a position to cover all those expenses and the rent of one apartment alone with your own money.
So there was only one solution, find a roommate.
You started your search intending to find a female roommate, you hated the idea of sharing your personal space with men -especially after the bad experiences you’d had with your brothers at home, but you quickly noticed from the ad that the prices were either too high or the places were practically all already rented out.
You didn't know exactly why, maybe it was just that specific time of year when so many girls were moving to New York and looking for female roommates? You couldn't say for sure, but the fact remained that you simply couldn't find an apartment that was good for you.
Then one evening, while scrolling through some ad of people looking for a roommate, you found the perfect offer.
This guy named 'Peter Parker' was looking for a roommate, he said he was hardly ever home and when he was, he spent all his time in his room. In short, he was telling you that it would be just as if he weren't there.
You didn't waste a single second, you called the number in the ad and immediately struck a deal -plus, the price was incredibly low.
Needless to say, you moved in a week later and by now you had already been living in that house -and with Peter, for four months.
Peter was the typical good boy who smiled at children and helped little old ladies cross the street, so incredibly good that sometimes he made you roll your eyes at just how good he was.
And he had practically lied in his ad, you two had spent almost all your time together over those four months.
Honestly, you didn't mind at all, Peter’s company was welcome -he made you laugh, he always cooked lunch and dinner and for a big part of the day, he would disappear completely at random.
Peter was absolutely perfect, except for one problem.
A fucking huge problem.
Peter was hot as hell, he had an incredible body, broad shoulders, toned thighs and fucking huge biceps.
Not to mention his sculpted abs, you remember perfectly well the day you thought you were home alone and were going to the bathroom to take a shower, only to open the door and see Peter with just a towel wrapped around his waist, having clearly just stepped out of the shower.
His six-pack was on full display with lingering water droplets glistening on his pectorals, his hand - with veins clearly visible, clutched the towel, offering a glimpse of his well defined V-line.
He knew you were practically devouring him with your eyes and after letting your gaze sweep over his body at least thirty times, you finally managed to close the door without a single word being exchanged.
But of course, he couldn't just have that perfect body, he had to have a majestic face too.
And fuck, it drived you crazy just how perfect that guy was even in the minimum detail, it was infuriating when he showed -without even trying, that he didn't make a single mistake and that wasn't the only problem.
You wanted him to touch you like crazy and he certainly didn't help with that. At home, he was always wearing short-sleeved t-shirts that accentuated his huge biceps and every movement of his arm drew your gaze straight to him.
In short, the situation was becoming a real problem.
And that Monday evening had been the final straw, Peter had just returned home after being out for hours, you didn't know what he had been doing but you knew that if you asked him, he would either change the subject or have an excuse.
He would always come back with new bruises, scratches or cuts on his face, you didn't even know who had inflicted them and that made you three times angry.
There was only one way to help him in that situation.
"I'll disinfect them for you after" you said, pointing to the bruise on his right cheek, he turned towards you, having not noticed you before.
He smiled at your words "How thoughtful of you" he said teasingly, you rolled your eyes and didn't reply.
He took off his shoes and removed the backpack he’d brought with him, emptying some of the things he had carried with him onto the kitchen table, "I'm going to take a shower and I'll be right back -afterwards, you can disinfect me wherever you like."
Before he disappeared, walking toward the bathroom, you shouted, "You're the most unfunny person I've ever met" and heard his light laughter from the hallway.
You were sitting on the kitchen counter, scrolling through your phone while waiting for Peter, he had been in the shower for at least ten minutes and you could feel your stomach growling with hunger -after all, it was dinnertime and normal people were eating dinner, unlike Peter, who had decided to take the longest shower of his life.
You turned off your phone and set it on your thigh, completely bored and hungry you hopped lightly down from the counter -if he wasn't going to move, you would go there and make him move.
You took literally just a couple of steps and banged your thigh against the kitchen table -which was positioned right in the middle of the fucking kitchen, but that didn't stop you from hurrying along to get Peter out of that interminable shower of his.
But something immediately caught your eye.
There was a pink, heart-shaped box of chocolates, he had placed it on the table when he emptied his backpack.
You knew it wasn't a good idea to do what you were about to do, but your stomach was growling with hunger.
Besides, Peter didn't have a girlfriend, so they were definitely for you, it made no difference whether you ate them in that moment or later.
You grabbed the box and opened the lid, which was sealed with clear adhesive tape, you didn't know what flavor the chocolates were, as all the writing on the box was in strange languages that were too complicated to bother reading at that moment.
You took just one and popped it into your mouth, chewing it. Your taste buds experienced a mind-blowing sensation, the chocolate you were eating was probably the best you had ever tasted.
It was something you’d never tasted before and without even realizing it, you ate at least four -or was it five? Who even remember…
You were in a state of pure bliss until you heard footsteps in the hallway -fuck, Peter was out of the shower. You closed the lid, acting like nothing was missing and set everything he’d taken out of his backpack onto the kitchen counter so you could at least put out some plates and knife and fork, pretending you was actually doing something in those minutes.
Peter arrived in the kitchen a few minutes later, wearing a simple short-sleeved T-shirt and pajama pants. You had cooked a simple dinner, seeing as ‘the person officially in charge of lunch and dinner’ was Peter, not you.
Everything went fine and as time went on, you became increasingly convinced he would never discover you had devoured five of the chocolates, if the plan would go wrong, your backup story was to claim a mouse had eaten them.
Throughout dinner, you couldn't help but keep glancing at the cut on Peter's cheek as he sat across from you, naturally, he noticed. He hadn't the faintest idea what to do -after all, he couldn't exactly tell you he was Spider-Man.
"Go get some disinfectant and cotton" he said, knowing you were worried about his cheek. As soon as he spoke, you rushed to the bathroom to grab the supplies to treat the cut.
While you were in the bathroom reaching for the bag of cotton you felt an intense, searing heat -an absurd, overwhelming warmth you couldn't explain.
You stepped out with the two things in one hand but as you walked down the hallway, the heat intensified, especially in your lower abdomen right near your intimate area, you didn't understand what was happening to you but you just felt so strange.
When you got back, you found one of the most unexpected sights of your entire life, Peter was sitting on the couch wearing YOUR black Juicy pants and YOUR crop top.
"What the fuck?" you said, confused yet amused as you looked at him, "I was doing the dishes and got my clothes wet, so I grabbed something from the laundry and these were the only pants..." he said embarassed but you didn't hear a word of it.
When he spoke, he rested his arm behind his head and the sight of his bulging biceps -exposed by your crop top, sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.
You snapped out of it slightly, giving your head a small shake, you couldn't afford to daydream while he was right there in front of you. "Mh yeah, whatever" you said, moving toward the sofa.
He spread his legs, making room for you between his toned thighs, you settled into that space and began soaking the cotton with disinfectant.
Caught completely off guard, you felt Peter’s large hand settle on your hip with an iron grip, the heat intensified, especially between your legs and you closed your eyes, swallowing hard as you tried to think of something else.
Think of beaten dogs, think of beaten dogs...
But you only felt Peter's hand moving on your hip, caressing it.
Oh my fucking god.
You felt the disinfectant drip onto your hand and opened your eyes, noticing that you had put a ton of it on the cotton and it was completely soaked.
You placed one hand on his defined jaw to hold him steady while disinfecting the cut with the other, feeling the burn on the cheek, Peter tightened his grip on your hip even more.
Still keeping a firm grip on your hips, he shifted you, placing his thigh between your legs so you could better disinfect that side, Peter then grabbed both your hips and guided you to shift your weight onto his leg, practically making you sit on him.
That hadn't been a good idea, because you could feel your center covered by only a single layer of fabric -you never wore panties under your shorts when you were at at home, so there was nothing to stop it from rubbing against his muscular thigh, and a wave of heat washed over you again as you felt your pussy throbbing.
Peter noticed it immediately, he could feel your wet intimacy against his thigh. You began to move your hips, creating friction, then you stopped disinfecting his cheek.
Resting your head in the crook of his neck, you whispered close to his ear, "Peter, I feel strange" your voice sounding needy, Peter swallowed hard at the feel of your warm breath on his neck and the sensation of your hips -held firmly by his grip, moving slowly against him, he felt your tight juicy pants growing even tighter at the crotch.
"How are you feeling? Did you do something you weren't supposed to?" he asked, temporarily stopping the movement of your hips, you chuckled at his words while trying to continue the friction you were so hungry for.
"I just did something I wasn't supposed to" you admitted with a smile, gently pushing Peter's back against the sofa cushions. "Don't make me worry now, what did you do?" he asked, trying to get a handle on the situation because something was clearly wrong, "I just ate some of the chocolates you brought, but that has nothing to do with this feeling I'm feel-" you continued, but he stopped you.
"Of course it fucking matters" he said seriously, pushing you slightly away from him. "You feel this way because there were aphrodisiacs in there" he revealed and the situation turned serious, even though your pussy was still throbbing, "Holy fucking shit".
"What can we do now, Peter? Because I need to make this feeling go away -please, I’m begging you..." you said, sounding needy and his cock grew even harder, though fortunately, only he knew it... or maybe that’s what he thought, because the bulge in that tight pants were really obvious.
"There’s only one remedy" he said and you knew damn well what it was -honestly, you didn't mind at all. Hell, you’d been hoping for moments like this. "But you can't do it with me, so I wouldn't kno-"
"Why can't I do it with you?" you asked, your brows furrowed.
At your words, he froze completely. "Well, you... I mean, you don't... you don't actually want to fuck me, do you?" he said awkwardly, looking at you.
With a small smile playing on your lips, you leaned closer to him, "And who says so, Peter?" you said before pressing your lips against his. The contact was instantly returned, and the movement of your hips finally resumed.
As the kiss grew increasingly passionate, you took his large hands and moved them from your hips down to your ass, he didn't waste any time and began squeezing it in his hands.
"You couldn't wait, could you? You want to have sex with me and who am I to deny you that baby?" he said as he grabbed youand he positioned you on top of him.
You could feel his cock -hard as marble, through his trousers, rubbing against your needy and throbbing center and at that mere contact, you let out a low moan.
"But first, I want your explicit consent -is that okay, my love? I don't want you to regret it the next day, hmm? Understood?" he said placing one of his large hands on the back of your neck and beginning to plant wet kisses there.
"Please.." you whispered with low voice, "This isn't you consent darling" he said, pulling away before planting more kisses on your neck -warm and wet from his lips.
"Fuck Pete, fuck me please" you said impatiently, he chuckled with satisfaction against your neck, sending light shivers down your spine. "Good, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now take off those shorts for me darling."
You immediatly stood up and slid your shorts down your thighs, Peter immediately noticed your fully exposed pussy. "No underwear, huh?" he said with an aroused smirk, biting lightly at the inside of his cheek.
"I do that a lot when I'm home," you admitted before sitting back down on him again, "Even when I'm around?" he asked, kissing you on the lips, pulling back slightly, you replied with a smirk, "Especially when you're around."
He grabbed the backs of your thighs and hooked your legs around his hips, with a fast movement he stood up and flipped the position, placing you under him, your thighs spread wide and him positioned between your legs. Then he pulled up the crop top he was wearing, revealing his sculpted abs and you could practically feel your mouth watering.
He immediately moved back to you and lowered himself so far that his head came to rest right in front of your center, framed by your thighs. "Peter" you whispered, needy, feeling his warm breath on that deeply intimate area.
He didn't even answer, he simply placed his veiny hands on your thighs, holding them still for what was to come. He practically buried himself in your pussy, licking and savoring you slowly. "So sweet for me, baby" he murmured, sending shivers racing through your spine again as you felt the vibration of his voice right against that sensitive spot, that sensation made you arch your back slightly, craving the pleasure he was giving you with his lips and tongue, deeper inside.
"Peter" you repeated like a prayer as he devoured you like you were his new favorite meal, you felt his pink lips against your labia and his tongue licking upwards, "Please, stop..." you said, sounding almost desperate.
He tilted his head back, leaving a kiss on your lips -his lips glistening with your juices, on your inner thigh, "Is something wrong, sweetheart?" You nodded, feeling like you were losing your mind, "Yes, Peter, please stop... if you keep going like that, I’m going to cum" you admitted bluntly, he chuckled softly, pulling himself up until he was face to face with you, his pink lips practically shining from the wetness he had found between your legs.
"You want me inside you, don't you?" he asked you as he left wet kisses on your neck, even the answer was practically obvious, "Do you want to come on my cock, baby?" and obviously this time too you nodded feeling his hands go down towards his pants pulling them down with his boxers, just enough to let out his hard and raised erection that was already dripping with pre-cum.
"But I can't put it in right away, you know?" he said with a smirk as his hand moved back to your pussy, with two fingers he found your tight opening and -without a second thought, slid them inside, curling and slightly scissoring them. "I mean, just feel how tight you are, if you think I can fit in there, you're seriously underestimating me, you know, baby?"
"Peter please, I don't care if it hurts, I need it right now" you said impatiently, shifting your hips slightly against his moving fingers. "You're so needy" he whispered against your neck, you let a soft 'mhh' escape your lips, too focused on the sensations he was giving you to formulate a reply. "But if you ask me like that, I don't see why I shouldn't satisfy your request" he said as he slid his sticky, wet fingers out.
He aligned the wet tip of his cock with your pulsing opening, placed a firm hand on your hip and with a decisive thrust, slid inside you, he was so huge and you were so tight around him.
You already felt completely full but when you glanced down at where your bodies joined, you saw he was barely halfway in -you were certain he was going to touch your lungs.
You let out a broken moan as you felt him sliding deeper and deeper inside, "Baby, I'm almost all the way in -I know you can take it, right?" he whispered gently, using his free hand to brush a lock of hair from your face and tuck it behind your ear.
He slid that same hand under your shirt, lifting it to expose your bare breasts, while finally sliding all the way inside you, "Tell me when I can move" he whispered close to your ear. And only after a few minutes, you gave him the go-ahead -you couldn't wait any longer.
Well, maybe you could have waited a little longer, because at first Peter’s thrusts were slow and uncoordinated but then they started getting faster and deeper, he began to find a rhythm, making the head of his cock slam against your most sensitive spot inside -needless to say that under him, you were a completely mess, moaning every fucking minute.
And as if that weren't enough, he moved his free hand -which had been resting on your chest, to your breast, he cupped it in his large palm and began teasing the nipple between his fingers.
Every thrust was amplified when you arched your back and as his cock slid in and out of you, it always hit that magic spot, you felt nothing but pure pleasure.
And Peter was enjoying it just as much as you were -being inside you was a goddamn dream. He could feel your warm walls gripping him, your breasts swaying slightly with every thrust and the sweet moans escaping your lips. He knew it wouldn't last much longer, but there was no way he was going to cum before you.
So he really went for it, grabbing your thigh with the hand that had been on your hip and lifting it until it hooked higher up around his waist, he knew damn well that in this position, his cock would repeatedly strike that exact spot inside you, driving you absolutely crazy.
So he wasn't surprised when the words "Peter... I'm about to..." escaped your swollen lips, he smirked as he continued thrusting hard, "Oh yeah? Then do it, baby, come on my cock."
And it all became too much in that moment -his iron grip, his thrusts, his dirty talk, until you couldn't take it anymore and finally let yourself go, riding the wave of orgasm.
He was just about to finish, "I'm cumming too, let me out-" he said, starting to pull away but you used all your strength to grab his wrist, opening your tired eyes.
"Cum inside, please" you said, desperate as you had been for hours, at those words Peter gave in and came inside you.
After that moment, he lay on top of you and -still with his eyes closed and his head resting on your chest, he suggested, "We should do this more often."
"I fully agree" you said relaxed.
// It me a week to make this, so please appreciate it -thanks.
This is the result of being inspired by that absurd scene with Tom wearing those Juicy pants and that crop top.
