#peter...honey...baby...sweetie...take the compliment please

“Okay, okay, so impatient!” he chuckles, taking off his shirt.

Peter maintains eye contact as he pulls down her jeans and underwear. He parts her foldsand starts lapping from her hole to her clit, making her squirm.

“P-Peter!”

“I know, baby, I know,” Peter croons, “My sensitive girl,”

Fire quickly builds in Y/N’s tummy and she grips Peter’s hair tighter. Her hole clenches around nothing and Peter moans into her pussy at the sight of it.

“Peter, I’m gonna-” Y/N starts.

“I know,” Peter cuts in before pulling away.

Y/N lets out a confused moan.

“Hey!” she pouts.

“Shhh, sweetie,” Peter chuckles, moving up to plant his lips onto hers, “you don’t want everyone to hear us! And I wanna feel you cum around my cock,”

Y/N moans; watching Peter pull his cock out and line it up with her entrance.

“Peter,” she whimpers, throwing her head back as he starts to slowly ease into her.

She’s never get used to the stretch and burn he cause s everytime. .

“You’re so beautiful,” Peter groans as he bottoms out.

“I love you,”

“I love you too, ladybug,” he smiles, “You okay?”

“Uh huh! Please starting moving,”

Peter starts slowly thrusting in a out of her. It feels like he’s kissing her cervix from how deep he is. Y/N grips his shoulders, her nails surly leaving marks.

“Fuck,” she moans, “Don’t stop,”

Peter starts speeding up as he feels her grow closer to her climax. His head dips down into the crook of her neck and she starts sucking on her sweet spot, making her toes curl even more.

“Oh baby,” she pants.

“You’re so perfect and beautiful and I love you so much,” he mumbles into her neck.

Y/N blushes at the compliments.

“Th-thank you,” she stutters.

Peter angles his hips just right so he’s hitting that spot inside of her and she jolts forward.

“Dios mio dios mio dios mio dios mio, mierda!” (Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh, fuck!)

Y/N often resorts to her native languages when she gets really overwhelmed or overstimulated.. 

“I know,” he croons, “You’re so fucking tight, baby! Feels so good,”

“I’m so close,” she whimpers.

“I know, honey,” he pants into her neck. She clenches even tighter around him, causing him so moan, “Cum for me, baby,”

Y/N is about to cum when someone knocks on the door. They both stop cold and look up at the door.

“Peter, it’s time for dinner!” Tony Stark says from the other side of the door, “Why is this locked?”

“Fuck it’s my dad,” Y/N Stark whispers.

“Shit,” Peter groans.

Peter quickly pulls out without even thinking, causing y/n to let out a straggled moan/gasp. Peter usually has to take his time giving her clit plenty of attention and pulling out slowly for it not to hurt as much because of the size difference.

(Smut ends here :)

“Oh, I’m sorry, angel,” he whispers, taking a moment to kiss her on the nose and  stroke her hair back before tugging on his pants and looking around frantically for his shirt.

“Where’d you put my clothes?” Y/N whispers.

“What’s taking so long in there?” Tony asks.

“One minute, Mr. Stark!” Peter calls, jumping off the bed and looking around for where he threw their clothes. 

He finally finds his shirt and pulls it on. Y/N reaches for a sweatshirt that is on the ground next to the bed and tugs it on.

“You’re gonna have to go under the bed,” Peter whispers.

“Peter!” Y/N groans.

“I’m sorry! I love you!”

Y/N stumbles off the bed, her legs still a bit like jello and crawls under the bed. Peter shoves all her clothes he can find under the bed and looks the room over one more time before opening the door out of breath.

“Heyyyy Mr. Stark,” he greets awkarly.

“Hey kid,” Tony responds, already suspicious, “What took so long?”

“Ohh I was….ummm….studying,” Peter makes up.

“Studying the function of a bra?” Tony chuckles.

“What? Huh?” Peter asks, trying to hide how panicked he is.

“Last time I checked, you don’t wear lacy bras, son,” Tony laughs, pointing into his room.

Peter curses himself when he turns around to see Y/N’s bra on the ground next to his bed.

“That? That’s just umm..” Peter struggles to make up a lie that even makes a lick of sense.

“Why don’t you stop while you’re ahead, son,” Tony suggests, “Is there a girl in your room?”

“Maybe…” Peter admits.

Surely he doesn’t know it’s his daughter! Peter would be dead already is he knew.

“Good on you! You’re too uptight!” Tony laughs.

Y/N cringes under the bed.

“Well, tell her she can join us for dinner if she wants,”

“I… willl?” Peter responds.

Tony turns to leave, but then stops himself.

“Hey, have you seen Y/N? She’s not in her room and I haven’t seen her for a while!” Tony asks.

Peter’s blood goes cold and he tries to act natural.

“Umm no! I haven’t!” Peter responds.

“I should just call her,” Tony mumbles, pulling out his phone.

“Oh, no! Don’t do that! Maybe she’s just-” Peter starts trying to suggest casually.

Too late. Tony’s already dialed the number and pressed call.

The ringing echos through the room as Y/N’s phone rings under the bed. She frantically looks for it to try and turn it off. Tony’s eyebrows shoot up on his face and he looks at Peter.

“Why….WHy is my daughter’s phone under your bed?” Tony asks calmly.

“Mr. Stark, I can explain!”

“Peter. Is my daughter under your bed?”

Peter pauses for a moment, trying to weigh his options. If he says no, Tony might look under the bed, and Y/N isn’t exactly decent at the moment. But if he says yes, Tony will likely kill him.

“Yes sir,” Peter admits.

Tony sucks in a breath and looks away.

“I did not need to know that! Didn’t need to know that! Ohh my eyes are burning! Nooo,” Tony mumbles.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I really-” Peter starts.

“Nope! No! No no no no no! No no! Stop right now,” Tony interrupts him, “You two…. Get decent and come down for dinner. We’ll… talk…later,”

Tony then turns on his heel and stalks off, mumbling something about horny dumb teenagers. Peter immediately closes and locks the door.

“You can come out now, baby,” Peter whispers.

Y/N crawls out from under the bed looking completely modified.

“Shit, he’s gonna kill me! He’s gonna kill you! He’s gonna kill both of us then bring us back to life to lecture us, then kill us again!” Y/N voices panictly.

“Hey, everything is going to be okay, baby!” Peter assures her, pulling her to her feet and hugging her, “I can handle your dad,”

“Oh that was mordifying,” Y/N groans. Peter laughs into her neck.

“Well, you get dressed then I guess we have to go downstairs,”

“Do we have to?” Y/N whines, “I hear Canada is very nice! We could just-”

“Ladybug,” Peter interrupts her, “Everything is gonna be okay. Now put on some pants!” he laughs.

Y/N grumbles as she tugs on her jeans and puts her bra on under the sweatshirt, deciding to keep the sweatshirt on. Now that her dad knows, she might as well be able to wear her boyfriend’s sweatshirt in her own damn house.

“You ready?” Peter asks her.

“No,” she groans.

Peter practically has to drag her downstairs, and the second they walk into the kitchen, everyone looks at them. Y/N’s face goes bright red. Bucky, Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Sam, Thor, and Tony are all just staring at them. She grips Peter’s hand tighter. Bucky is the first to break the silence.

“Ты хочешь, чтобы я его избил? Потому что я побью его!” (You want me to beat him up? Cause I will beat him up!) Bucky voices, looking right at Y/N. Bucky has always been a big brother figure to Y/N.

All the non-Russian speaking people in the room look confused.

“Нет, я не хочу, чтобы ты был! Он мой парень, придурок!” (No, I don’t want you to beat him up! He’s my boyfriend, you jerk!) Y/N snaps.

“Эй, эй, успокойся! Давайте просто поддержим Т/И! Мы рады за тебя дорогая!” (Hey, hey, hey, calm down! Let’s all just support Y/N! We’re happy for you, honey,) Natasha incerts.

“Я просто говорю! Я могу его побить! Или я могу побить твоего отца! Все что тебе нужно!” (I’m just saying! I can beat him up! Or I can beat up your dad! Whatever you need!) Bucky responds

“Никто никого не бьет!” (No one is beating anyone up!) Y/N voices.

“Hey, English for the non-Russian speaking people, please,” Steve interrupts.

“Sorry,” y/n mumbles, “What for dinner?”

“Chicken noodle soup,” Wanda responds.

“Yum! Thanks, Wanda!” Y/N smiles, trying to ignore the elephant in the room.

Everyone gets bowls of soup from the counter, and as Peter and Y/N walk by Wanda, she stops them for a second.

“Your shirt is inside out,” Wanda whispers to Peter, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“Shit,” Peter whispers.

Y/N flicks her wrist and Peter’s shirt is right. Perks of magic.

“Thanks, babe,” Peter whispers.

Once everyone is sat down at the table, they eat in awkward silence.

“So, are we gonna talk about it, or just ignore what’s going on?” Tony asks.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asks, pretending to have no idea what he means.

“Oh, so you’re gonna pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about!”

Y/N stares at him blankly.

“Y/N, I walked in on you….. I don’t even wanna know what you and Parker were doing! Since when are you two dating? And are you at least being safe? Cause I’m not ready to be a grand-” Tony starts.

“¡Dios mío, papá! ¡Para! ¡No soy tonto! ¡Y él tampoco! ¡Por eso no te lo dije!” (Oh my god, Dad! Stop it! I’m not dumb! Neither is he! This is why I didn’t tell you!) Y/N snaps.

“¡No puedes simplemente ocultarme estas cosas! ¡Soy tu padre!” (You can’t just hide this kinda stuff from me! I’m your father!) Tony points out.

(I’m aware Tony Stark was white and didn’t speak Spanish, but Y/N’s mom did, so that’s who Y/N and Tony know it)

Peter struggles to recall everything he can from 9th grade Spanish class, but he fell asleep a lot in that class.

“¡¡Uf, papá! ¡Eres tan controlador! ¡No tengo cinco años! ¡No tengo que contarte todo! ¡Soy una niña grande! ¡Me ato mis propios cordones y todo!” (Ugh, dad! You are so controlling! I'm not five years old! I don't have to tell you everything! I'm a big girl! I tie my own shoelaces and everything!) Y/N snaps with a significant amount of attitude.

“¡No me hablar con descaro a, jovencita!” (Don’t sass me, young lady!)

“¡Uf, eres tan frustrante!” (Ugh, you’re so frustrating!) Y/N shrieks, slamming down her spoon.

“¡Estás siendo tan irresponsable con tu vida! ¿Desde cuándo te gusta Peter? ¿Y tener sexo? ¡Dios mío, T/N! ¿Qué pasa si te quedas embarazada? ¿Qué harás entonces?” (You're being so irresponsible with your life! Since when do you even like Peter? And having sex? Oh my god, Y/N! What if you got pregnant? What would you do then? 

“¡Papá! ¡No me voy a quedar embarazada! ¡Estoy tomando la píldora, y tú tienes cuidado! ¡No es que sea de tu incumbencia! ¡Mantente fuera de mi vida romántica y sexual! ¡Es raro!” (Dad! I'm not going to get pregnant! I'm on the pill, and you're careful! Not that it's any or your business! Stay out of my romantic and sex life! It's weird!)

“¡Incluso si tienes cuidado, lo último que necesitas es un drama de chicos en este momento! ¡Deberías concentrarte en la escuela!” (Even if you’re being careful, the last thing you need is boy drama right now! You should be focusing on school!)

“¡Tengo todas As! Que mas quieres de mi?” (I have all As! What more do you want from me?)

“Quiero que dejes de tirar tu vida por la borda con un chico que-” (I want you to stop throwing your life away with some guy who-)

“Hey! Stop it!” Peter finally snaps, “If there's something you’d like to say to me and my girlfriend about our relationship, you can say it in English! But you should know, I’m not just gonna be bullied into breaking up with her! Cause, Mr. Stark, I’m in love with your daughter! And one day- hopefully with your blessing, but I don’t have to have it- I’m gonna ask her to marry her! And if she says yes, then I’m gonna! And we’re gonna have an amazing, happy life together! We are in love and whether you support us or not just dictates if you’re gonna be a part of that life!”

Everyone stares that Peter in shocked silence. He turns to Y/N.

“Unless you don’t want that! I mean, y’all can keep fighting in Spanish if you want! And I’m sorry for talking to your dad like that, I just-” Peter starts whispering.

Y/N interrupts him by pecking his lips.

“What he said,” Y/N tells her dad.

Tony sighs and looks between them.

“Okay! Just… be careful,” Tony sighs.

“Thank you, sir,” Peter smiles.

“But listen here, son, if you hurt her-”

“You’ll kill me. I know,”

Tony laughs.

“No, I’ll let them,” Tony chuckles, pointing at Natasha, Bucky, and Steve.

“Noted,” Peter nods.

Y/N grabs Peter’s hand under the table and smiles at him.

“And, Peter?” Tony starts.

“Yes, sir?”

“I love kids, but I’m not ready to be a grandad!”

“¡Dios mío, papá! Lo juro-” (Oh my god, Dad! I swear-) Y/N groans, her cheeks flushing.

“Hey, I’m just saying!” Tony interrupts, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky smirks.

“Yeah?” y/n responds, turning to look at him.

“Nice hickey,” Bucky chuckles.

Y/N looks down at her collarbone to see a black and blue mark splattered on her carmel skin.

“Peter!”

That night, Y/N and Peter fall asleep in each other’s arms; the weight of hiding their relationship off their shoulders.

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