GOTTA BE QUICK - PETER PARKER X F!READER
WARNINGS: SMUT, CHARACTERS ARE 18+, BITING, RIDING, FLUFFY SMUT, TONY COMES HOME (after), WHINY!PETER, WHINY!READER, AFTERCARE, PROTECTED SEX, F!READER HAS VAGINA AND BOOBS, IDIOTS IN LOVE, PRAISE, PET NAMES, SLIGHT BABYING, UNSEXY WORDS (penis, ejaculation, public bone) (im sorry), lmk if i forgot anything
A/N: just saw brand new day ! i really like biting.
“your dad is gonna kill us!” peter whined, but made no effort to stop his girlfriend kneeling between his spread thighs, biting and kissing his neck. the fluffy, soft pillows under his head did nothing but encourage him to sink deeper into the purple plush bedding and give into his gorgeous girlfriend.
the soft skin of his neck stood no chance against y/ns teeth, sinking into the pulse point to elicit sweet whimpers that reddened the boys cheeks. “dont care.” she kissed his neck, down his collarbone and under the hem of his hoodie. “need you. been a whole 4 days.” her lips curved into a sweet frown while her greedy hands tugged the bottom of his sweatshirt, silently begging him to take it off.
of course, peter could never say no to her, so he easily took off the hoodie, messing up his perfectly messy curls. sighing, “so needy.” he barely whispered, still nervous to get caught, but unable to stop himself from giving in. “cant even wait a whole week.”
4 days was not a long amount of time, but for y/n, it felt like years since her and peter got a chance to be together. something always came up. sometimes it was spider duties, sometimes it was her father intentionally being a cockblock, despite his daughter being 18 years old with the same boyfriend since she was 15. sometimes the two were simply tired, opting for a nap and cuddles instead.
“nuh-uh, weeks too long.” the breathy whines turned to satisfaction when peter kissed her, hands tracing down the curve of her spine. against his lips she smiled, hand cupping his perfect jaw. “peter…”
he nodded enough to let her know he understood what she wanted, working his hands past her her hips underneath her shirt. “i know, baby.” when his hands reached up and finally found the bra clasp, her fumbled with it until the hooks detached, letting her slide the straps down her sleeves while he pulled it out from under the front of her shirt. the black lace itched his hands and he dropped it beside the bed, not caring where it ended up. “we gotta be quick, okay? dont want anyone interrupting.” his words came whispered, gripping her hips to lift her up.
first off were peters sweatpants, then y/ns pj shorts, her shirt, his boxers, her underwear, then she giggled and made fun of him for still having his socks on and he quickly scrambled to take them off.
finally, once they were both naked, she sat on his thighs just above his knees while he put on a condom, her palms tracing appreciative strokes down his broad chest. lately he’d been working out more, and he’d been on more patrols, so his upper body strength was really starting to show, adding more definition to his arms, chest, and shoulders. it was hot. really hot. although, y/n had fallen for him when he was a lanky teen, barely knowing how to use his brand new, spider induced strength.
peter gently tapped her butt, and her hips raised off his legs. she scooted forward over him, hands grasping his even shoulders to keep herself steady. one of peters arms circled y/ns waist, the other keeping still on her hip. he sucked in a breath when her hand grasped his dick, lining it up to where she wanted it. “deep breath,” he encouraged quietly, watching her sink down onto him slowly. “good girl…” the words came more breathy than he intended.
she stilled for a moment, one hand holding his shoulder and the other resting stiffly on his abdomen. her eyes squeezed shut, and peters thumb rubbed circles into her hipbone comfortingly. “mhm, s’alot.” she frowned, nails slowly pressing into his abs, puppy eyes making a return. of course, it wasn’t actually too much for her, considering they did this almost daily when they had the chance, she was just being a little dramatic so peter would baby her.
“i know, i know.” peter smoothed her hair down, hand on her hip gently pulling her closer to elicit a soft moan from her. “its okay. youre okay. deep breaths baby.” once he gave her a minute, he started slowly guiding her hips, small movements back and forth until she copied and started doing it on her own.
after a shifty minute, y/n leaned forward just a bit, and her clit dragged across peters pubic bone, making her gasp as her head dropped to his shoulder. “peter..!” she kept dragging herself back and forth, hoping to recreate that feeling over and over.
both their breathing got heavier, and peter tried his best to control how twitchy his hips were, desperate to fuck up into her. “uh huh…so good, baby. just like that.” he huffed. he lifted her hips an inch or two, letting them sink down in rhythm with her grinds. “oh, fuck,”
y/n bit into peters shoulder, muffling her whiny moans as she rode him. everytime his pelvis caressed her clit, tears filled her eyes involuntarily. when she started to falter, peters hands kept her moving. perks of being part arachnid, he easily lasted longer than most guys. “need more,” she panted into his neck, scratching down his stomach lightly. the pleasure coiling in her stomach was dumbfounding, but not enough to make her cum. especially not when they had to be quick.
with a groan, peters head fell back against the headboard and his eyes squeezed shut. “y-yeah, okay, princess.” he heaved shakily. his thumb found her clit, rubbing incessant circles just hard enough to make her cry out and bite into his neck. “ngh, so…so tight. feels so good. im close.” he panted. his dick twitched, enveloped by her warm pussy.
nodding helplessly into her neck with needy whines, her thighs shook beside his hips. it was pretty obvious she was close to her orgasm, her eyebrows furrowing and her stomach tensing. “please, please, peter, please,” he wasnt exactly sure why she was begging, words becoming pathetic babbles, but it was cute to him.
“its okay, you can cum, baby.” he kissed her temple, trying not to finish himself before her. his hands continued to help, pushing through the twitchniess that seemed to overtake the girl on top of him. “you can do it, be a good girl and cum.” he whispered against her hairline encouragingly.
warm tears dripped down her cheeks into the curve of his neck. she moaned loudly against his skin, gasping breathlessly as she spasmed around his throbbing dick. “pete-peter,” she sniffled, whimpering through pouted lips.
he gently shushed her, cut off by a groan as his penis twitched inside her, emptying itself into the latex. “you did so good, princess. so good.” he praised once his ejaculation stopped, hands grasping her warm cheeks. “look so pretty like this…” he trailed off, placing gentle kisses to her damp cheeks.
after giving them both a minute to settle, y/n reluctantly raised off peter, whining at the lose of fullness. peter took in a breath but didnt say anything, instead discarding the condom into the trash can under her nightstand. both of them climbed out of bed and rushed to the en-suite bathroom, giggling and whispering how cold it was in her bedroom. “‘freezing!” she squealed, hugging her boyfriends arm to her chest (which peter tried to ignore).
once both of them had peed and cleaned up, peter grabbed his hoodie off the floor and tugged it over y/ns head, kneeling down with a clean pair of pjs shorts and sliding those up until they hung just below her hipbones. he quickly threw on his sweatpants and a shirt he left at her house, guiding her back to bed with a light hand on the small of her back.
back in the comfy bed, peter settled against the pillows, heaving a heavy sigh while she cuddled into his chest, curling her arms into her chest with a sleepy hum. “pete?” her voice came small, tiredness settling thick in her vocal cords.
his head raised, “yeah, sweetheart?”
“love you.” she yawned, letting her cheek smush comfortably into his relaxed muscles. just as peter repeated the sentiment back, her eyes fell closed and her breathing evened out.
peters fingers smoothed unruly strands at the back of her head, short nails probing her scalp to produce unconscious noises that made him smile. he watched her closely, cheeks still faintly flushed and hoodie pooling around her a few sizes too big. beautiful, was all peter thought, unable to redirect his mind elsewhere.
unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and the door creaked open with a barely-there knock on the wooden frame. “oh, parker. didnt realize you were here.” tony’s voice brought peter from his love-struck trance, eyes wide and doe-ish, hoping tony would let him stay.
“h-hi, uh…mr. stark.” he stuttered. he really hoped he didnt look flushed still.
the older mans eyes traced the scene, taking in his sleeping daughter, barely visible from where her face laid buried in her boyfriends chest, chin tucked into the soft hood. “nap time, im assuming?” it wasnt uncommon for y/n to take naps, his assumption unknowingly giving peter an out.
quickly nodding, he swallowed. “yes, sir.” he breathed, adjusting his hands to hold her better. when she stirred against him, he gently scratched behind her ear just along her hairline, and that seemed to soothe her back under.
tony stark was a lot of things, but stupid was not one of those. to think the two were simply napping would be false, and he knew that. under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t hesitate to wake his daughter up and lecture both teens until he sent peter home. tonight, for whatever reason, she looked so soundly asleep, and peter did seem to bring her an unusual amount of comfort, so, begrudgingly, he let it slide for one night. he even ignored the drawer under her nightstand slightly opened still, or the socks, boxers, and bra on the floor. blackmail for later. “alright, well…i have a dinner with pepper,” he stepped further into the cool bedroom. “when she wakes up, tell her i found the book she needed, its in my workshop.” he lent down to kiss his daughters forehead before straightening.
trying to keep his breathing even had become a full time job for peter, scared to give anything away. words werent trusted at the moment, so he simply nodded.
“night.” tony smirked lazily. watching peter squirm was fun.
peter sighed, squeezing his eyes shut once tony’s back was turned. “goodnight, mr…stark.” his voice faltered weakly. tony, of course, left the door open, shaking his head as he left to go to his dinner.
