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i have never seen a sub tasm peter before just to let u know 🙄
(u totally dont have to do it or anything tho)
I LOVE HIM😮💨
Needy
Sub!Peter Parker x Reader
18+
Warnings: Mommy kink, clingy Peter, lots of praise, like one use of the word “puppy”
Sorry if this is kind of short :(
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"Poor thing.", you cooed at Peter, hands wandering his body teasingly.
He'd been extra clingy tonight, not leaving your side once and while it had you a bit concerned, you didn't mind much.
Now the two of you were in your bed where you were supposed to be sleeping but Peter just couldn't stop fidgeting.
"What is it baby, gotta use your words."
"Need you, please." He murmured, eyes fluttering when your hands went under his shirt, nails lightly dragging against his smooth skin.
"Hm I dunno if that's good enough. Try again." You said with a grin, leaning down to kiss his neck.
"Want you to touch me, please mommy. It-it hurts.", the title is practically whispered but it makes you perk up, now understanding why he was acting like this.
"Oh baby," you mumble before pecking his lips, "that's what it is? You need mommy tonight?" He nods his head as a whimper tumbles from his pouted lips.
"Well go on, show mommy where it hurts."
He hesitates but grabs your hand, dragging it down his body until you reach his pajama pants. You feel the raised material, Peter's obvious arousal bringing a grin to your face.
You begin to palm him through the thin material, watching his face as his eyes flutter and his head tips back, exposing the milky white skin of his throat.
You lean forward, unable to help yourself from wanting to mark his pretty skin. Sure the bruises would be healed by the morning but you could always just leave more.
Peters hips jerk up to your hand, groans and pleas leaving his lips.
Deciding to take pity on him, you maneuver him to where he's in between your legs, back to your chest.
You move your hand back to his pants, only this time inside them, the skin on skin contact drawing a loud moan from the older boy.
"You're such a sweet boy," you begin, whispering into Peters ear as the two of you watch you jerk him off, "letting me take care of you. Always so good for me, my good boy."
His eyes shut, unable to handle the praise and the sight before him, but you don't like that.
You pause your movements, causing Peter to whine, "No. You're gonna watch.", he slowly opens his eyes again and you begin to move your hand again, "There we go, good job my love."
He's still overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time, which frustrates him but he's not able to formulate his words.
Luckily he had you, and you always knew what he needed.
Using your unoccupied hand you tap his lips with two fingers, "Open up pretty baby." He obeys without hesitation and you smile, "Suck."
Peter happily obliges, the weight on his tongue grounding him and pushing him further towards his orgasm.
You can tell he's getting close, the exposed part of his lower stomach clenching with every stroke of your hand. You make your fist a bit tighter, focusing more on the head of his length and Peter whimpers around your digits, the sound muffled.
"Cmon puppy, be a good boy and cum all over mommy's hand."
You can hear Peters breath hitch in his throat, his moans and whines becoming progressively higher as he nods around your fingers.
"Yeah? Gonna be a good little bitch and make a mess on your tummy?"
That seems to push Peter over the edge, one last stroke of your hand and he cums, on your fist and his stomach, some reaching his shirt. You help him through it, kissing his forehead and murmuring praises.
When he finally comes down from his high you chuckle softly, removing your fingers from his mouth and wiping them on his shirt, "Let's go clean you up."
This can be viewed as a second part of “Needy” that can be found on my page!(I’m going to make a masterlist soon)
Warnings/summary: Mommy kink, oral sex (f receiving), Peter is a boob guy, reader has nipple piercings, some fluff
A/N: This isn’t beta read so all mistakes are my own
Thanks to @liz-allyn for the idea and the support!!
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 Finding out that Peter was Spider-Man was definitely a shock, but you didn't blame him for not telling you, it was for safety reasons.
And now that you knew, you felt like you had to help in some way so you used the little knowledge you had on cleaning and stitching wounds to help him whenever he needed.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"I'm sorry! It not my fault criminals are using knives more often." Peter always got a bit cranky when you had to stitch him up, so you tried to be as gentle as possible but that didn't always work out.
His face softened when he saw how concentrated you were on tending to the wound, "Sorry for getting frustrated, it's just, crime is picking up and I feel like I'm doing more work than the police most nights."
You hum and nod your head to let him know that you're listening before reaching and grabbing the scissors to cut the thread.
"I'm so thankful to have you, you know. You're like my ray of sunshine on a dark and gloomy day."
You look at him after finishing patching him up and putting down your tools, seeing a look of pure adoration on his face and you can't help but break out in a big grin.
"You're such a sap.", you say while grabbing his face and kissing him and he laughs against you, hands coming to hold onto your waist.
The kiss starts off slow and sweet, gradually becoming more purposeful when Peter's hands creep under your tank top, using his hold to pull you onto his lap.
"Pete- Pete we shouldn't, you're all sore.", you say, using all of your restraint and motioning towards his fresh wounds.
"I'll be fine.", he groans, head falling into the crook of your neck. "They'll be healed by the morning anyways."
"I dunno, I don't wanna hurt you.", you say while dragging your fingers through his curls.
He pulls himself from his resting place on your neck and looks up at you with a small smile, "When have you ever heard me complain about a little bit of pain, mommy?"
You know he's being a brat on purpose, using that name to rile you up and it's working, your hand tightening in his hair and his confident smirk drops, replaced by a look of pleasure.
"Watch your mouth, yeah? I only want you calling me that if you mean it.", you say, your voice sickly sweet and it has Peter hardening in his boxers.
His eyes flutter closed as he anticipates your next move, your unoccupied hand trailing down his bare chest.
His breath hitches when you lightly scratch over his nipple and you chuckle.
"So sensitive already baby, I like it."
You grind your hips against his center, the layers between you doing nothing to hide both of your arousals.
"I do think you had the right idea though. Seeing you like this, all your battle scars from saving the city has me kind of hot n' bothered."
His eyes open, looking down to wear you're sitting atop of him, your small movements giving him a little bit of friction.
You let go of his hair, "Give me your hand.", and he does without hesitation, breath catching in his throat when you bring it to the front of your leggings, guiding his hand under the waist band of your underwear as well so that he can feel how wet you are.
His mouth drops open into an "o" shape, eyes meeting yours as you drag his fingers through your arousal.
You pull his fingers out, bringing them to your mouth and sucking them clean, groaning at the taste.
Peter whines a bit, watching you and you quirk an eyebrow.
"If you want something, you know you gotta ask."
His cheeks blush a pretty pink, eyes averting yours. "I- I wanted to taste you.", he mumbles and you coo.
"Oh I'm sorry honey, you should've said something." You let your face light up, pretending to get an idea.
"How about this, you get down and stuff that pretty face in between my thighs and you can taste Mommy all you want."
Peters eyes widen, his head immediately nodding and maneuvering you to go to the head of the bed while he sets himself in between your legs.
He starts off by kissing you, his large hands groping at your braless breast, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your tank top, mimicking what you usually do to him.
You whimper into the kiss, hands finding his hair before he pulls his lips from yours, kissing down your jaw and then your neck, moaning at the taste of your sweet sweet skin.
He moves to your chest, scrunching up the bottom of your top signaling that he wants it off, but he decides that's too much work so he uses his Spider-Man strength and rips it in half like paper.
It always turned you on to see how passionate, how needy, Peter got when it came to pleasing you.
Of course it was for your pleasure, everything he does is, but it was for him too. He could spend hours, days, in between your legs and be perfectly content.
The moans and whimpers you let out, the grip you take on his hair, the way you start to rock your hips against his face when you get close-
He groans just at the thought of it, hips grinding down into the air.
His large hands start to caress your tits, his favorite part of your body. It's not like he didn't love all of you equally but c'mon, your tits are gorgeous.
Ever since you got your nipple piercings, Peter's been even more obsessed. He was so gentle, helping you clean them daily and kissing around them when you complained about the pain.
Now that they were fully healed, he couldn't help but suck on them, the familiar metallic taste somewhat soothing to him.
Your hands cradle around the back of his head, holding him to you.
"You're doing so good baby, doing so good for Mommy.", you moan out, head tossed back as his tongue laps at the sensitive bud.
He pays equal attention to the other one, his hand coming to in between your legs so that he can rub your clit over your leggings.
Your hips buck against his hand, already feeling that knot in your stomach.
"Pete, I- I need your mouth.", you tell him, removing your hands from his head as he obeys you, crawling farther back and pressing kisses against your thighs.
You lift your hips so that he can remove your leggings and underwear, the cold air of the room hitting your bare pussy.
Peter moans at the sight, two of his fingers coming to stimulate your clit again. "Always so wet for me Mommy, I love it."
His mouth replaces his fingers, his lips suctioning around your nerves, never stopping even when your hips begin to spasm.
"Fuck- fuck, Peter! So so good.", your hands attached to his hair, running through his curls and tugging.
He whimpers against you, the vibrations getting you closer to your high.
Peter began to let out moans continuously and at first you thought he was just really enjoying eating you out like normal, but when you look down at his body laying against the bed, you see his hips lazily moving up and down, grinding into the duvet.
You use your grip on his hair and move him away from you, raising your eyebrow. "What're you doing?"
Looking like a deer caught in headlights he starts to rush out apologies, "M'sorry y-you just taste so good and I've been so hard the whole time-"
He's lucky you were close to coming or else he'd be getting punished.
"If I catch you doing it again, I'll stop you and make you watch me get myself off, without your help.", you say and he goes silent, wordlessly nodding his head.
"Now be a good boy and make it up to me." You tell him with a smile, letting yourself rest against the pillows once again as Peter licks a stripe up your wet heat.
That sensitivity comes back and its not long before you're gripping the sheets beside you. "Oh fuck-" you whimper out.
Wanting to make you cum, Peter quickly flicks his tongue against your clit, his middle and ring fingers curling up to find your spot.
Your mouth drops open in a silent moan, your upper body going limp as your legs twitch in an attempt to not close around Peter's head, his mouth and fingers never stopping.
You eventually have to push his head away, “Enough, m’sensitive.”, leading Peter to let out a small whine as he removes his fingers.
“Wasn’t done tasting you.”, he complains with a small pout, his big brown eyes staring up at you.
“Stop bein’ greedy Peter.”, you scold playfully, “Now come up here n’ give Mommy a kiss.”
