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His suit || Peter parker

Warning: Smut! Rough sex, reader gives peter head and moaning

Summary: Y/n and peter are best friends, but what happens when y/n tries on peters suit?

Kinda short i know sorry guys!

Peter's bedroom was a cozy mess of comic books, tangled webs of string lights, and the faint scent of pizza boxes from last night's hangout.

Aunt May had left for her book club meeting hours ago, leaving the apartment blissfully quiet. Y/N and Peter had been best friends since middle school, the kind of bond that meant they could raid each other's closets without a second thought. But today, curiosity got the better of Y/N.

'Petey, where do you even keep this thing?' Y/N called out from Peter's closet, her voice muffled by the hangers and forgotten laundry.

She had spotted the Spider-Man suit earlier, tucked away in a hidden compartment like some secret treasure. Peter, sprawled on his bed with a textbook open but unread, felt his heart skip.

'Uh, hey, that's not exactly dress-up material,' he replied, trying to sound casual as he sat up.

But the door to the closet creaked open, and there she was—Y/N, slipping into the sleek red and blue fabric. It hugged her curves in ways it never did on him, the material stretching taut over her breasts and hips. She zipped it up with a grin, striking a playful pose in the mirror before turning to him.

'How do I look, web-head?' she teased, hands on her hips, the suit's emblem gleaming under the desk lamp.

Peter's eyes widened, tracing the way the suit clung to her thighs, accentuating every inch. He swallowed hard, his gaze lingering too long on the zipper dipping low between her cleavage. Without thinking, he bit his lower lip, a nervous habit that betrayed the heat pooling in his gut.

Y/N caught it immediately—the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his teeth pressed into that soft pink flesh.

A spark ignited in her chest, something playful turning electric. She sauntered over, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet, and before Peter could stammer an excuse, she swung a leg over his lap. Straddling him on the bed, she settled her weight down, feeling the immediate hardness of his cock straining against his jeans, pressing up against her core through the thin suit fabric.

'Peter,' she murmured, her voice low and teasing as she rocked her hips in a slow, deliberate grind.

The friction sent a jolt through him, his hands instinctively gripping her thighs. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. 'You're biting your lip like that because this turns you on, doesn't it? Me in your suit... all tight and suited up for you.'

He groaned softly, his face flushing as his erection throbbed beneath her. 'Y/N, I—shit, you look... incredible. But we shouldn't—'

She cut him off with another grind, slower this time, circling her hips to feel every inch of his hardness rubbing against her pussy. The suit's material was slick, amplifying the sensation, and she could feel herself getting wet already.

'So, are you gonna kiss me, Parker? Or just sit there getting harder?'

That did it.

Peter's restraint snapped like a frayed web. His hands slid up to her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips crashed into hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate—tongues tangling, teeth nipping as he devoured her mouth. Y/N moaned into it, her fingers threading through his messy brown hair, tugging just enough to make him growl.

They tumbled off the bed in a tangle of limbs, Peter's back hitting the carpet with a thud as Y/N landed on top.

She broke the kiss only to nip at his jaw, her hands fumbling with the suit's zipper. 'Get this off me,' she demanded breathlessly, and he obeyed, his fingers trembling as he dragged the zipper down her front.

The suit peeled away like a second skin, revealing her bare breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air, then her stomach, and finally exposing her soaked panties clinging to her folds.

Peter's eyes darkened with lust as he helped shimmy the suit off her legs, tossing it aside. Y/N wasted no time, her hands attacking his shirt, yanking it over his head to reveal the lean muscles of his chest and abs—toned from years of swinging through the city.

She kissed down his neck, sucking marks into his collarbone, while her palm pressed against the bulge in his jeans.

'Fuck, Y/N,' he hissed, bucking up into her touch.

She smirked against his skin, popping the button on his jeans and tugging them down with his boxers in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. It was bigger than she'd imagined, veined and pulsing in her grip as she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly.

She slid down his body, positioning herself between his legs. 'I've wanted this for so long,' she confessed, her voice husky before she leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft.

Peter shuddered, his head falling back against the floor with a groan. Y/N took him into her mouth, lips stretching around his girth as she sucked him deep. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum, while her hand pumped what she couldn't fit.

'Oh god, yes—just like that,' Peter panted, his fingers weaving into her hair, not pushing but guiding.

She bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks for tighter suction, the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock filling the room. She grazed her teeth lightly along his length, making him twitch and curse under his breath.

“Fuck y/n-ugh baby” he moaned.

Saliva dripped down her chin as she worked him faster, feeling him throb against her tongue.

But Peter wasn't content to just receive. With a strained grunt, he pulled her off, his cock popping free with a slick sound. 'My turn,' he said, voice rough as he flipped their positions.

Now she was on her back on the carpet, legs spread as he hooked his fingers into her panties and ripped them off. Y/N gasped, her pussy exposed and aching, slick with arousal.

“Your so wet, fuck” He said looking at his best friends dripping cunt.

He dove in without hesitation, his mouth latching onto her clit, sucking hard. Y/N arched off the floor, a cry escaping her lips as his tongue flicked and circled the sensitive nub.

'Peter—fuck, your mouth feels so good,' she moaned, her hands fisting in his hair.

He slid two fingers into her wetness, curling them to hit that spot inside her, pumping in rhythm with his licks. She was dripping, coating his chin as he ate her out like a man starved, the slurping sounds obscene and intoxicating.

'Come for me, Y/N,' he murmured against her folds, the vibration sending her over the edge.

She shattered, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He lapped up every drop, not stopping until she was trembling and begging him to fuck her.

Peter rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock rock-hard and ready.

He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip through her slickness. 'You sure?' he asked, eyes locked on hers, even as his body screamed for release.

'Yes—please, Peter, fuck me,' she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight heat. Y/N cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her perfectly.

He didn't give her time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a rough pace from the start. The carpet burned against her back with each brutal thrust, but the pain only heightened the pleasure.

'You're so fucking tight,' Peter growled, his hips snapping forward, cock driving deep into her pussy.

He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, angling to hit her g-spot with every plunge. Y/N met him thrust for thrust, her breasts bouncing, moans spilling from her lips uncontrollably.

'Harder, Peter—go harder and faster,' she begged, her voice breaking as another orgasm built. 'Please, fuck me like you mean it—make me scream.'

That plea unleashed him. He pounded into her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls. Sweat slicked their bodies, his balls slapping against her ass with each forceful entry.

Y/N was a moaning mess, incoherent pleas mixing with gasps—'Yes, right there—don't stop—fuck, Peter!' Her pussy fluttered around him, squeezing his cock as she came again, harder this time, her juices soaking them both.

Peter wasn't far behind. 'Shit, Y/N—I'm gonna cum,' he warned, his thrusts erratic, chasing his release.

'Inside me—fill me up,' she demanded, clenching around him deliberately.

With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep and exploded, hot spurts of cum flooding her pussy. They rode out the waves together, bodies locked, breaths ragged. He collapsed onto her, both of them spent and sticky, the room heavy with the scent of sex.

After a moment, Y/N chuckled weakly, tracing lazy patterns on his back. 'Best friends, huh? Who knew the suit would be the thing to finally push us over the edge.'

Peter lifted his head, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 'Yeah... think we can keep this our little secret?'

She grinned. 'Only if we do it again soon.'

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(Y/N)xPeter Parker

MINORS DNI. 18+ Only. Pairing: (Y/N) x Peter Parker Summary: Spider-Man saves you, and you figure out his secret. (NSFW. Impatient and rough Peter.) Word count: 3690 Warnings: Fem!reader, nsfw 18+, use of (Y/N), multiple mentions of “stalking” (only teasing), blood mention (from an accidental cut), praising, fingering, finger sucking, oral sex (F&M receiving), biting hands, unprotected p in v, begging, nicknames, very light choking. ★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★★・・・・・★

“Spiderman?!” I gasped against the base of his throat. His mask was cold against my cheek, and it made my body go rigid. What the fuck?

He had picked me up and swung me over half of New York City before I could react. I was still shaking.

“You’re okay, (Y/N).” His voice came out raspy, and it made me blink. Does he know me?

“How do you-“

“Uh, the news. I watch you on the news a lot.” He cut me off abruptly, and I became suspicious immediately. Despite how nauseating flying through the air made me feel, I knew I would dwell on his words.

I was a weather reporter, fresh out of college and trying my best. I was on every night at 10 p.m.

The impact of him swinging me through the air made my eyes water.

He landed on the ground first, the impact shooting up through our bodies. Except we weren’t on the ground, but on top of an extremely tall building.

I was clinging to him. He had my back gripped tight to him, and I only loosened when he did.

“Are you okay?” he asked casually, and I nodded my head. I knew that voice. I took a few steps back so I would stop touching him. My legs felt funny and wobbly.

“Yeah-“ I said breathily. I realized which building he had dropped me off at, my apartment building.

“Do I- know you?” I raised a brow.

He pointed his thumb at the street, and I reached out to grab his wrist before he could leave. He hissed, and I jumped, moving my hand up his arm more. I had grabbed him where three little bloody slashes went through his suit. He was pale and appeared somewhat skinny.

“Hey, please don’t leave. Tell me.” I demanded.

“(Y/N). Come on, you know I can’t do that.” That voice. The way he said my name like that. My mind flooded with images of Peter. Peter Parker. That has to be him. The one that followed me around the news station every day like a puppy, insisted on walking me home every single day, even if it was late, like today. He was like a bug I couldn’t escape, and he just saved my life.

Except tonight, he didn’t walk me home.

“Peter?” I whispered. I noticed his breathing hitch in his chest before he returned to normal. I retraced my fingers from around his wrist.

“Who?” He asked.

“I know it’s you.” I shook my head.

“No, you don’t.” He said sternly.

“Face it. I figured it out.” I looked over the mask. My jaw was tight.

I was furious. He had been following me, stalking me, maybe. He saw me get jumped by those men, and he saved me. He saved me, but this time as Spider-Man. My facial expression softened. I looked over my clothes, feeling like I was out of my body.

He stared at me with a somewhat blank expression that was permanently etched on his mask. My throat worked.

“Fine, it’s not you. Never mind.” I waved my hand and started to walk briskly toward the door.

“Are you going to be okay?” He called out after me.

I stopped, turning on my heel.

“Yes,” I replied simply. “Maybe sometime in the next millennia.”

I went into my apartment, keys jangling shakily as I unlocked my door and went inside. I was greeted by my oblivious cat. She only wanted food. I bent down and stroked her head before bolting the door behind me.

I walked over to her bowl and filled it up. My cozy apartment no longer felt like home. The air was tense and almost unfamiliar. I was still shaking, just anxious and worked up.

I decided just to go lie down. I padded through the small hallway and into my bedroom. I didn’t bother changing out of my work clothes yet—black strappy heels and a blue dress that hugged my thighs. I took my phone from my purse and hesitantly laid it on my side table. Should I text him?

I toyed with the idea for a moment before texting Peter.

(Y/N): I lied. I’m not okay.

I sent the text, and little quips started to spill from my mouth. Open-mouthed, I began to sob into my hand.

I almost immediately got a text back.

Peter: I’m outside, you’re okay.

(Y/N): Come here.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and shakily took a breath, waiting for his reply. A few minutes passed, and it never came. The buzzer from downstairs buzzed loudly throughout the apartment, and I flew out of bed. I let him up through the panel near my front door and opened the door impatiently, my quiet sobs filling the space.

His tall figure bounded up the stairs and immediately grasped my forearms to steady my shaking body.

“Hey, hey. Come here.” He said quietly. He wrapped me in a hug, his hand ghosting over my hair.

“What happened?” He asked me quietly.

I hesitated for just a moment and looked up into his eyes. My gaze faltered shakily. Did I get it wrong?

“I-“

“Come on, let’s go sit.” He delicately nudged me back into my apartment, shutting and bolting the door behind him. I stepped backward and let him pull me to my couch.

I stared at him for a little too long.

“Why were you outside my apartment?” I asked curiously. I was going to force the information out of him if it killed me.

“I was running, that’s all.” He waved me off, and I caught a peek beneath his long sleeves on his shirt. One of them was stained red. My eyes locked onto it before I pulled them away to meet his gaze. His throat worked.

“You were running at three in the morning?” I raised a brow.

“Yeah.” His voice wavered, and I rolled my eyes.

“You know you’re bleeding, right?” I nodded my head toward his shirt, and he gasped.

“Oh shit-“ He stood up and went to my sink. I trailed behind him, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Peter,” I said softly.

“(Y/N).” He replied, glancing over his shoulder.

“Give it up,” I whispered.

He turned to me after he had washed his cut, quickly pulling his sleeve down again. I walked over to him briskly, grabbing his wrist. I pulled his sleeve up higher and examined his wound. Three little slashes, but they were more healed than before. I met his eyes, and his lip quivered.

“I shouldn’t have come.”

He was standing here crying because I figured it out. My lip quivered, and I pushed my face into his chest. Sobs racked through me, and he hugged me to him.

“Hey, shhh- you’re okay.” He shushed me. His hand grazed up and down my back. His face went to the top of my head, and he sighed deeply.

“I just mean, you shouldn’t know. No one knows.” He whispered into my hair. I relaxed into him, my sobs stopping.

“Come on, let’s get you fed.” He thumbed over my cheek. I hiccuped, and he parted delicately from me. His fingers grazed my arm as he reached around me and opened my fridge. He pulled out my wrapped, half-eaten burger and placed it into my hands.

“You eat them cold, right?”

My breath hitched.

“You have been watching me.”

“Of course I have.” He shook his head, his eyes roaming my face. He looked at me like it was the most obvious thing.

“Do you watch me all the time?” My brows furrowed, and he playfully rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a fucking stalker, (Y/N).” He chuckled, and it made me smile.

“Just sometimes when you’re being a dumb ass and you work really late I follow behind you. Like tonight, or I walk you home as Peter.” He shrugged.

I smiled and searched his frame.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

I knew he would have done it for anyone, but something stirred in me with him.

“Can I ask you about it?”

“About what?”

“Being cool and famous, and you know, Spider-Man?” I laughed softly.

“Eat, and maybe I'll answer a few questions.” His voice was commanding, without any hint of shakiness unlike mine.

“Okay,” I said quietly. I unwrapped my burger and took a few slow bites.

“How did you- become Spider-Man?” I asked softly, covering my mouth.

“A really special spider bit me.” He explained it to me like a child, and I stared blankly at him.

“Oh-” I blinked at him. So he didn't choose to be Spider-Man? Although I suppose most superheroes don’t decide to be superheroes.

“Does that surprise you?”

“A little.” I nodded. I inhaled shakily and looked over his frame. “It’s courageous of you to risk your life for New York City daily.”

“I wish I had a choice, but if I did, I would still risk my life. Especially for you.” His voice became raspy, and it made me blink.

“It makes me nervous.” I blurted.

“I- why?” He stuttered.

I set my food down and took a careful step toward him.

“Because I’ve only known you as the intern that followed me around like a lost puppy, then the man that trembled every time I entered the room.”

He let out a hard, shaky breath.

“You’re the only thing that makes me weak.” He whispered. His eyes searched my face, then stopped when he seemed to find his answer.

“Are you sure like bug spray or something doesn't-”

“(Y/N).”

A chuckle rippled through me, and he quickly connected our bodies. My facial expression softened. His stomach pressed against mine, and he leaned over me. Our lips were a few inches apart, and I stared at his. My back was forced back into the counter, an unfamiliar ache rippled through my spine, and his long, slender fingers ghosted over my hips.

I tipped my face up to meet his gaze.

“Touch me,” I begged.

He leaned closer to my lips, his rasped whisper like a purr.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.” I gasped. Before I knew it, he had me by my hips, and his lips were pressed hard to mine. I whined into his mouth, and his hand went up to my ribcage. My head was buzzing as he towered over me, bending down so he could kiss me. He lapped at my lips with his tongue, and I groaned loudly in our kiss. He wedged his tongue into my mouth, and I tangled mine with his. A throaty moan slipped past his lips, and he gripped my sides even tighter than before.

It felt so obscene, although it wasn't at all. He picked me up easily and put me on my counter. Our height difference was now more comfortable. He never parted from my mouth; his breathing was ragged against it, and it made me dizzy. His hips parted my thighs wider as he pressed into me more. His hands dragged from around my waist to the tops of my thighs.

“How far are you willing to go tonight?” He whispered.

“Shut up,” I growled against his lips. My hands connected with his hard chest, and I started to shakily undo the buttons of his shirt from the bottom up. “I want you to be rough with me,” I mumbled against his lips.

He held up his hand in front of my mouth, exposing the skin between his thumb and his pointer finger.

“Bite.” He instructed calmly. I looked at him, puzzled.

“Really?”

“Y/N. If you want me to be rough, do what I say.” His throat worked. I hesitantly opened my mouth, and he put the little bit of stretched skin to my lips. I bit down carefully until his other hand snapped up and made me bite down, closing my jaw forcefully.

“There’s my good girl.” He whispered, thumbing over my cheek with his free hand. My whole body thrummed.

“Now be quiet.” He leaned into me, his lips next to my ear. His hand dropped down from my jaw and went easily up my skirt. My body went rigid, sucking in a breath and he swore into my ear.

“Fuck. You’re okay, relax.” He nuzzled my neck with his nose. He wasn’t saying “Fuck.” because I wasn’t listening, I think it was more in the you’re turning me on sort of way. I relaxed and let him trace his hand up my thighs more. He pushed into me more, spreading my legs with his free hand. The bottom of my dress rolled up my thighs more.

“Can I?” He asked raspily, watching me intently. I nodded eagerly. His finger brushed against the front of my soaked underwear, and I whined.

“Shhh-“ He shushed into my ear. I only wanted to get louder. He made me shake.

His hand was wrapped almost over the lower part of my face, sort of like a mask.

“God, you are so wet.” He huffed. He delicately toyed with my underwear, letting it slip inside of me and out again as he pulled it taught.

“Fuck.” I grumbled against his hand.

He pulled up my panties, making me inhale sharply.

“Hey- shush. What did I say? I’m going to need you to be quiet, or else you’ll be punished.” He licked a line up my neck, and I trembled. I nodded to him.

“Good.”

With that, he tugged my underwear to the side and plunged his fingers into me easily. Then he stayed still. I groaned loudly over his hand, and he squeezed my cheeks softly. I bit him harder. He kissed my forehead.

“There’s my good girl. What, what do you want?” He pulled his hand from my mouth down to my neck instead.

“Move- please,” I said shakily.

He started to pound into me with his fingers, little quips spilled out from my throat, and he quietened me by kissing me. His hand never slowed. The one over my throat tightened, and he breathed heavily into my mouth.

“Yeah?” He held my gaze. I practically melted, my head tipped backward, and gently bumped the cabinet behind me.

“Yes!” I whined.

He couldn’t help but bite back his smile, fingering me sloppily. At least it sounded sloppy.

“Oh my god, listen to you, my pretty girl.” He praised me easily, as if it were natural for him to do so.

“I’m going to pick you up again, okay?” His lips dragged up against the base of my throat, and I moaned in reply. He pulled his fingers out of me before he picked me up easily. I wrapped my arms around him, and he rubbed my back while he took us to my bedroom.

I pressed little kisses to his temple, and he smiled at me. He was still holding me, his hand finding the zipper at the top of my back and unzipping it as he cradled me to him.

“Let me see you.” His voice didn’t have his normal nerdiness to it that I usually heard at work. Something replaced it—a warm, thick, husky tone. He stood me up, and I let my dress slip off my body easily. I could have sworn I heard his breath hitch in his throat. His eyes grazed over my body like I was wearing a lavish set of underwear. But I wasn’t at all.

His hands found my waist, and he bent in to kiss me gently.

“I want you to know —” I said between kisses. He parted from my lips to look down at me. “That I have always liked you, before I mean, even at the office. Not because you’re Spider-Man.”

A chuckle rumbled through him, and he looked down at me with adoration.

“You know, I can tell because of this weird thing I have. Because I’m Spider-Man, I can sense every little change in you. It’s easier to see around coworkers as well, which ones like me and which ones don’t.” He stroked a strand of hair out of my face. “You, however, get this little funny feeling. Right here.” He placed his hand sort of where my ovaries are. His thumb and his pointer finger extended to hit both spots at once.

“I’ve always known.” He whispered. I looked at him, almost mortified. My cheeks heated, and he bent down to kiss them. While I was distracted, sucking a spot to his neck he pushed his front to mine. His hand slipped back into my underwear easily, rubbing small circles to my clit almost painfully slow.

“I’ve ruined that pretty pair of underwear, and I’m sorry.” He whispered into my ear.

“Forget it.” I panted, closing my eyes.

Before I could say anything else, he pushed me back to the edge of my bed and took off my panties in one motion. They bunched at my ankles, and he pulled them off over my heels choppily. He placed one of my heels onto the edge of my bed, dipping his head between my thighs and holding my ankle still.

He lapped slowly over my heat. My hips bucked instinctively and he started to lap over my clit. Small circles with his tongue made me moan. I picked my head up and watched him begin to unclip the buckle at the top of my heel before it clattered to the floor. My leg curled up almost fully behind his head, and he lapped at me harder. I tipped my head back and moaned, my back arching as he unclipped my other heel easily. When it hit the floor, his face was still buried in me. He snaked his tongue inside of me. Was it supposed to feel this good? It never felt this good.

He grabbed my thighs and pulled me right to the edge of the bed. My legs had nowhere to go except for around his back, over his shoulders. He hummed happily into my core, making my body shake.

“Fuck!” I roared. His thumb went up to rub slowly at my swollen clit and I moaned desperately. Something dangerous stirred in my belly.

“Come.” He rasped against my heat. He only retracted his tongue for a second before it filled me again.

I sputtered out a broken cry, and he kept eating me out as my orgasm washed over me. My legs locked behind his head. His free hand snaked up over my breast to rest right in front of my mouth. The little bit of skin between his pointer finger and his thumb was exposed to me. I knew what to do. I bit down hard on his hand, and he hummed happily in reply into my heat. He was mimicking each moan he pulled out of me.

Once I could think and breathe normally again, he finally uncovered my mouth.

“Do you want more?” He pulled back from me slowly, and I just looked at him for a moment while I tried to find my voice.

“Yes.” I breathed out. He stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.

“On your knees, please.”

I was shaky and hesitant at first, but I complied. He motioned down to his belt.

“Go ahead.”

I smiled up at him, and he thumbed over my cheek. He couldn’t help but I reached up and undid his belt, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down to his ankles. He looked big. Huge even. My throat worked, and he seemed almost impatient with me.

I wet my dry lips before I pulled down his boxers. His length sprang out, and before I could hesitate or react, he had his hand in the back of my hair.

“Suck.” He said dryly. He

impatient.

My throat worked and I put his cock into my mouth, sucking on as much of him as I could. His head tipped back, and I sighed around him at the sight. Heat pooled between my legs and I moaned around his thick cock. I took in more of him, and I didn’t think he expected that.

He gasped, audibly gasped as I went to the base of his throat.

“Oh- good girl!” He roared. He gently started to fuck my mouth and I let him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled off of me with a pop. Bending down, he unclasped my bra and helped me stand again.

“I need to be buried in you.”

“I need you buried in me,” I replied easily. He flipped me around, pushing me onto the bed, and he mounted behind me.

He pushed into my slick, and a cry got caught in my throat. His hand wrapped around my face, cupping it over my mouth.

He started to pound into me. Relentlessly. My knees went weak, and he followed me down lower as my arms trembled.

“I see you take that little pill at lunch every day- right?” He huffed in between thrusts. I nodded eagerly.

“Fuck- you’re such a good girl.” His control was slipping, and I could tell because he whined as I pushed back into him, matching his thrusts.

“Right there- (Y/N).” He whispered my name like a prayer. Three of his fingers went into my mouth and I tasted myself, sucking hard.

“Come with me.” He begged. “Now.” He gasped.

He didn’t last long this time. I screamed out as he came into me, his fingers dropping from my lips. I followed right after. I shook underneath him, and he pressed into me as I collapsed onto the bed.

“Oh- my sweet girl. Are you okay?” He asked quietly, and I nodded.

“More than okay.” I chuckled as he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

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spiderman just fucking the hell out of me in his suit and being extremely cocky and flirtatious pls 😭 love u

The Suit Stay's On

Part One

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, degrading, praising, unprotected sex, swearing, Dom Peter, rough sex, etc

Summary: After many months of wondering what sex with Spiderman feels like, you finally get to experience it.

Note: Peter Parker x female reader

All characters in this story are 18+

Enjoy :)

Read part two, here.

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Working as an assistant for the Avengers came with some pretty good benefits.

The pay was great, you even got your own room at the Avenger’s Tower. The only thing was that you ran errands for the infamous Tony Stark. The man was insane, but you still got to hang out with the world-famous Avengers.

Although you knew some of the Avengers, Tony wouldn’t let you mingle with all of them. Especially, the masked ones. The ones with their hidden identities.

Spiderman had always fascinated you.

The way how he was effortlessly swinging across the city of New York, using his strong and durable webs to get him to his destination or to fight crime, really turned you on.

I wonder what those webs can do…

His suit also showed his alluring muscles. The way how his biceps poked out his suit… fuck… staring at the masked hero made your panties stick to your pussy.

love me again (funeral blues pt. 2) | tom holland’s peter parker x stark! reader (18+)

warnings: mentions of death, underage drinking/drug use, angst, harry osborn being an asshole, oral (f-receiving), handjobs, fingering, sex (piv), female orgasm, male orgasm, swearing

synopsis: Unable to come to terms with Peter’s rejection, you attend a party at Harry’s to take your mind off of things. Things only get worst...until they get better.

word count: 10.8k

note: this is a second part to this imagine! it makes sense to read this after reading the first part.

A/N: Apologies for the incredibly delayed update; life has inhibited me from writing as frequently as I wish I could. As for the important details of the imagine, I thought it would be fun to pair Gwen and MJ together, as it’s something I’ve never seen done before but seems fitting. Additionally, I have no face claims in mind for Gwen nor the other characters I made up, such as Grace and the other Midtown High girls. That being said: enjoy!

It’s been two weeks since your father’s funeral, and all you’ve done since the memorial is alternate between sleeping on your left and right sides, catch up on episodes of Criminal Minds, eat, and shower. To say that getting out of bed was a chore would be an understatement, and the lax attitude that your school had about your return wasn’t helping to pull you out of your funk. Then again, you suppose that your school was in no position to rush you back, seeing as to how your father had resurrected the missing half of the population. Plus, you’re sure that your dad’s generous donation a few years back that doubled the size of Midtown has something to do with their laissez-faire attitude.

It’s currently 9:30 am on a Saturday, and you’re not even sure why you’re up this early. This is undoubtedly the earliest you’ve risen from your slumber in weeks, and you can’t deny that it feels good to have somewhat of a regimented schedule. You’re even contemplating exiting your room to have breakfast with your stepmother and sister. Key word is almost. You try to push away the desire to emerge from solitary confinement, but it’s persistent. Something is encouraging you to escape from the limits of your room. So, a little less than an hour after waking, you find yourself downstairs, slumped over your kitchen island with a bowl of cereal in your hands.

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Blood red, snow white| P.Parker

(a/n): Hello bitches, I found this in my draft and this was originally "hero x villain" but I changed it to Peter and (Y/n) because I write Peter Parker fanfics, enjoy<3

Summary: Peter loves you, but your the villain.

Warning: blood, angst

w/c: 360

The weather was cold, little drops of snow falling down the sky, making Peter shiver. Peter had unsheathed his swords in an instant, ignoring the chilly wind.

Peter had fallen for your naïve words before but not this time. You eyed Peter’s stance, almost lazily, while he glanced at the sword on your hip.

Why hadn’t both of you bothered to attack?

Each breath you took turned into smoke. Peter breathed steadily as you crossed your arms, probably waiting for a reply.

“Why would you even love me?” Peter sighed, pinching his nose, looking around the snowy forest.

“I don’t know. I loathe you, I hate you and I wish you’d never lived. You are like a poison that is eating me inside out but I can’t help but love the thrill.” Your words were laced with pure venom.

“It means you love rivalry. You don’t love me because you can’t.” Peter said. Saying those words almost broke him but he didn’t dare to show any kind of emotion.

Your gaze hardened but Peter swore something had crumpled inside you. He shrugged it off as a fleeting thought, convincing himself that it’s part of your plan.

Instead, you dropped your swords and started walking towards Peter, slowly. He was obviously confused, gripping tightly into his swords.

You pressed your palms against Peter’s swords, seemingly unconcerned by the blood it drew. “Then finish me. Finish me.” You said, fearless.

Your other hands curled over Peter's hand, so warm and soft. Peter ignored the burn of unshed tears in the back of his throat. You nodded, lacking the usual sinister glint in your eyes.

You were empty now, unsurprised and accepting of your fate.

Peter wanted to fling the sword away and rush into your arm, but the world was never easy. It could never be this easy.

“Go on.” You murmured, resting the tip of the blade against your sternum. “Do what you need.” So Peter did.

A trail of crimson in white snow leading to a crumpled, red pool around Peter's fingertips when pressure is applied.

The sword may have pierced through your chest, yet it pierced two hearts.

Webbed Up PT 2

Just wanted to thank you all so soooo much for all the support and patience! I apologize for the delay, I was finishing up my spring semester at school! Just to warn everyone, I am still new to Marvel so I apologize in advance if I miss a few things in the plot or mess up somehow, but the story is based on Peter and reader (You!)

Spiderman x Pregnant! Stark! Reader

Rated: M

Disclaimer: language, smut, teen pregnancy, violence

(Isn’t he so handsome? I just wanna play with his hair!!) :’’)

It all happened so fast. First you were evacuating school, next your father had scooped you up ranting on about some wizard, and now here you were somewhere in space, standing between a semi-argument between Peter and your father.

It practically went down like this:

Peter: This suit is awesome I was gonna go home but-

Tony: You shouldn’t be here!

Peter: You made me this suit so technically it’s your fault

Tony: What did you say!!??

Peter: Ah! Nooo!! I take that back I’m just saying-

blah, blah, blah....

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Class Time - Peter Parker *Smutish*

Summary: Peter teases you in class so you get him back.

Note: who next? This one is more of a short blurb!

Warnings: public touching, oral (male recieving), fingering, ALOT of dirty talk, edging

"Bet that feels good, doesn't it, princess?" He whispers in your ear, his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth as he "focuses" on the teacher.

You practically had sweat dripping off your nose as Peter flexed his two fingers inside you, making your eyes widened as you stifled a moan.

"Oh my-"

"Shhh sh sh," he says quietly, smirking cockily, "Wouldn't want the teacher knowing how good of my little whore you are now would we?"

You wanted to moan just listening to his words. He couldn't stop there, though. He had to up the anty.

Peter suddenly pushed his long, curled fingers as deep into you as they could go. This made your jaw drop and eyes flutter closed as your legs tightened around his hand. He smirked, watching you struggle to keep quiet. You were under his control.

You were sitting at the back of the class where you weren't visible to anyone else. The desks were two-seater tables with no visible area around the feet, which left for many days of being on your knees. But right now, Peter was loving the class time he was spending with you.

You grabbed onto his jacket, fist clenched tight as you took in heavy breaths. You knew he could smell how drenched you are and hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"W-What if we get c-caught?" Your voice was weak and barely audible as you bit back the instinct to scream his name.

Peter chuckled quietly, rolling his eyes. He curled his fingers more, making you squeak quietly before slamming your hand over your mouth.

"We're not," he whispers, "Cause you're going to be a good girl and take my fingers without making a sound. Right?"

You looked at him with wide eyes, but nodded weakly. Petet flexed his fingers inside of you again and you just wanted to unravel right then and there.

This wasn't fair- this was cruel. He kept edging you further and further but never let you cum. The second you peak your release, he pulls out, then slams his fingers right back into you. You were fed up.

"S-Stop." You barely mustered, biting your finger to keep from moaning. Peter's fingers deep in your cunt didn't listen.

"P-Peter-"

"That's not my name."

"I'm s-sorry, sir."

You were a stumbling, stuttering mess. He curled his fingers and began thrusting and rutting into you once again. It was driving you insane.

You went to grab the table to keep you from screaming but caused your pencil to roll to the floor. This caught to attention of others, so Peter stopped all movement and acted completely innocent but not moving his fingers out of your tight cunt.

You gulped, bending over to pick up your pencil as everyone looked away. This is when you saw the evident bulge in Peter's jeans, making you smirk.

Quickly, before anyone could see, you got under the table. You were careful to keep your chair quiet but you nearly whimpered as Peter's fingers pulled out of your walls.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Peter whispered harshly, watching you unzip his jeans. His eyes widened as you were quick to pull out his throbbing length, tip red and sensitive.

"Y/N, don't- oh shit." A moan nearly escaped his lips as you quickly started licking up and down his base then back up to his tip. You had to act fast so you didn't get caught.

You began to suck harshly on his tip, making Peter bawl a hand in your hair, pulling lightly. You moaned quietly against him, sending vibrations through his raging cock. He let out a breath of a moan, trying hard to contain himself.

Suddenly, you bobbed your head until he bottomed out touching your throat. This made your eyes water, but you pulled away, looking up at him innocently. He glared under the table, but choked on an inhale as you did it again.

You kept doing this, until he got closer and closer. Then, right as he was about to cum, you pulled away, slipping back into without anyone seeing. Peter was out of breath, panting as he realized what just happened.

"You just-"

"Edged you. Yep." You smirked, knowing he'd love nothing more than to grab you by the throat and slam you against the wall right now.

Peter scoffed, chuckling darkly to himself.

"This is our last period, princess," he whispers in your ear huskily, "Just wait until it's over. May is out of town so you're sweet ass is coming home with me. I'm gonna make sure you don't cum until the sun comes up."

Fuck.

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