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spideykuri · 2 months ago

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He Knows. ⊹♡

Warnings- MDNI | Smut 18+ Andrew!Peter Parker x Fem!Black Reader, College!Peter Parker, At a club with friends, fucking in places you shouldn’t be, oral giving and receiving.P in V, Your and Peter’s perspective.

Summary; You decided to go to a club, for once. You needed to get out of the dorms anyway, and apparently so did your slightly overbearing crush, Peter.

“Said I know she loves, the attention, that she get when she moves. Showin’ out with her home girls, and she got me watchin’ too. And She Knows.”

Notes; I was listening to She Knows by Ne-Yo. This popped up, and fuck yes I love it.

It was a terrible day, and all you know is that your friend group is going to a club and wants to invite you.

You sigh as you stare at your phone, watching the group chat overflow with messages about this new club, everyone wants to go, but you.

Tanya: “Girl, you have to come. It’ll be fun. You need to get out of that damn dorm regardless.”

You roll your eyes as your fingers type in haste to reply. “I’ll think about it.” As soon as you press send, a knock comes upon your dorm door. You throw the phone onto the bed and grudgingly get up to go answer it.

As upon opening it, it’s Tanya, face filled with annoyance. “Girl, what the fuck. It’s just one night, all you do is bed rot anyway.” You scoff. “I will shut this door on your face right now.” Tanya sighs as she invites herself in, you shut the door behind her. Tanya is carrying some shopping bags, she’s a shopaholic, are you shocked? Not entirely. You tilt your head in confusion as she sets the bags down. “What’s in the bag’s Tanya?” Tanya grins wide, her grinning like that never means well for you. She rummages around in the bags to pull out this beautiful dress. It’s a low cut red dress, rhinestones on the sides and the outline of the bust, short enough for easy access, long enough to twerk in. Good enough standards for you, you’re a serious whore.

“I was thinking, girl. That this might convince you, and think about it. Hot boy Parker might be there.” Tanya says teasingly, you smile at the thought of him, Peter, he’s been your crush for a long time since highschool even. You quickly wipe the smile off of your face to snap at her. “Girl, I am not about to look like a hoochie mama in that dress. That’s embarrassing!” You exclaim, trying to be annoyed with Tanya’s offer. “Come on, pleaseee.” She pleads. “Just this once bitch. And you never know, he might even look at you for just a second.” Tanya laughs as your eyes widen in realization, what would happen if you finally could talk to him again. You click your tongue. “FINE, give me the fucking dress.” Tanya cheers as she throws the dress at you and grabs hers out of the bag.

Next thing you know, you’re in your car driving to the infamous club of the weekend. Hair done, nails did, you know the rest. Blasting Bryson Tiller as you drive down the road, Tanya as loud as she is, is singing the wrong lyrics.

Finally pulling into the lot and getting out of the car. Walking in, it’s really dark with a disco ball and such, it gives more of a miami vice vibe than anything. Tanya guides you to your other friends and everyone says hello to each other, give each other compliments and then start dancing.

Dancing, drinking and just having a good time, it’s what you need. Turning to go sit at the bar to get another drink. The bartender asks what you prefer and you tell him, as long it’s on the rocks. As he’s making the drink, you begin to scroll on your phone. Waiting for said drink to be made.

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Peter walks in with fluffed, ruffled hair and a form-fitting top. The mild restriction of the top allowed for the shapely outline of his muscular torso through the sheer top. Peter was annoyed, he told his friends that he would meet them on the dance floor shortly, he just needed something to drink. Sitting down at the bar, Peter realizes he’s sitting next to you. You. Someone he’s been eying for way too long, and damn do you look good. Red is your color, your braids accessorized with little red gems.

“Hey. You’re y/n, right?” Peter asks calmly, moving his hair to the side so you could see his face better. “It’s me, Peter. How have you been?”

You freeze, it’s him. Peter Parker. ‘Hot boy Parker’. “Oh, hi. Nice seeing you here.” Shakiness tints your tone, you sip your drink to mask that. “I’ve been fine, you?” You lick your lips getting the rest of the alcohol off of them. Peter takes account of that, he’s been staring at your lips since you’ve started talking.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Glad you’re doing fine. Drink good?” Peter smiles. He’s trying to be considerate and not a complete pervert. The low cut on your dress is distracting, stunning even, especially in his eyes. “My drink is delicious, thank you. You look damn good yourself.”

You say, wiping the rest of the alcohol off of your lips. Peter’s face just lights up, he was made out to be an asshole in his friend group but he’s really sweet, and such a pervert.

As soon as he was about to say something, his friends yelled at him to get on the floor. Peter sighs in irritation. “They never leave me alone.” He scoffs. “See you on the floor soon?” He asks, hoping you’ll say yes. “Of course, have fun, Parker.” You laugh hysterically. He laughs too while walking off into the crowd.

As he walks off, you admire him, his back is clear to see through the wonderful form fitting top he wears so well. He has such a beautiful muscular-frame, beautiful fair skin, he’s satisfying to look at. Your mouth starts to water, like a dog to food scraps from the table.

Finally deciding to leave the bar and join your friends, heels clicking against the title floor leading onto the led lit flooring of the dance floor. Walking into your group of friends, swaying your hips to the beat of the music, just small little movements. What you don't know is Peter is staring at you across the floor. The way your hips sway, your thighs have the slightest bit of movement to them when you move. Peter licks his lips in temptation, his friends teasing him but he doesn’t care, you’ve truly caught his attention.

The DJ of the club puts on one of your favorite songs She Knows by Ne-Yo, you practically jump up in excitement, Tanya urges you to finally dance like you mean it. Peter moves towards you, just close enough so that you don’t notice him there. You sway your hips to the beat, feeling yourself as you dance, throwing your braids to your right shoulder. Peter exhales softly, your skin is beautiful to him, you don’t know it much so this is a great night for him. He finally walks up to you as swiftly as possible. “Hey. You having fun?” You gasp and turn around, looking up at Peter, smiling softly. “You fucking scared me, you know that?” Peter’s face hinting a smirk, “Yeah, I can see that. Sorry, won’t do it again.” You scoff as you turn around to continue dancing. Peter takes it as some invite to dance with you, he obliges and you don’t mind it one bit.

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After a while it slips your mind your crush is practically grinding against you as you’re both dancing your lives away. Peter’s hands are guiding your hips to the beat, occasionally they slide down a bit further to your thighs, pushing you against him, your back flush to his chest. His head finds its way into the crook of your neck, you tilt your head enough to give him the space to do so. His tongue twirls around a spot on your neck before sucking on it mercilessly. A moan rumbles from your throat in response. Your mouth partly opens enough just to say a few words, the alcohol in your system is making this feel a bit more heated than usual.

Peter places kisses up your neck until he reaches your ear, he bites the lobe softly. “Mm, would you like to take this somewhere else sweetheart?” He nuzzles his head into your neck more, still holding a tight grip on your thighs, awaiting your answer. “Sure, whatever you want, Pete.” You can feel Peter grin against your neck. His hands release your thighs and he picks you up, holding you in bridal style.

Without even saying goodbye to any of your friends, you and Peter disappear down one of the club hallways, Peter making strong strides to get you somewhere private. Peter finally opens a door to a storage closet and shuts the door, locking it.

Peter turns to where your back is against the door, he dives in for a kiss, his lips pressing against yours roughly, you press just as roughly, teeth clashing together but that’s not important right now, is it?

“Oh, sweet thing, you’re gorgeous.” Peter places a hand on your ass and picks you up, he clears off the desk with one hand and then places you on the edge of it. “Such a short dress, aren’t you just a whore. Mm?” Gasping softly at his words, your body is heating up more than it should, you close your thighs to hide your arousal, yet that only makes it worse. “You can’t hide from me, I can smell you, and oh you smell delicious.” His smirk is teasing and cocky, eyes dark with lust, his pupils taking over most of his irises.

“Peter.. This.. we’ve barely talked yet-” Peter places his finger against your lips, shushing you.

“I know, so, let me ask you something..Do you like me?” Turning your head away from him in embarrassment, how could he let that happen? Peter places his hand under your chin and squeezes gently, turning your head back to him, looking straight in his dark eyes.

”Come on, babydoll, answer me, please?” Peter sounds like he’s pleading. More than sure he needs this as much as you do.

“I do, I love you, more than anything.” You pause for a minute, starting into his eyes, his messy curls fall gently against his face. His eyes were dark, but they displayed care if you looked close enough. You don’t know if this is too fast or.. Fuck it. “And, I also need you right now.. More than anything.” Peter smiles, teeth barely showing, it’s such a soft smile that brightens his whole face. You could practically die if you look at him for too long.

“That’s all you had to say, princess.” Peter drags his hands down your thighs, he lowers himself down, his chest at the same height as your knees. Your legs are shaking, as he slowly pulls them apart from each other, gaining sight of your soaked panties, he honestly can’t look away. His chest heaving, god, you want that shirt off of him now. Peter slides your dress up a little bit more, his fingertips dance across your panty line before drifting slowly into the waistband of them. Sliding them off down your thighs, lifting up your legs to make it easier for him. He tosses your panties behind him, he gazes at your soaked core, licking his lips in anticipation, his hands sliding back up your legs until he reaches the backs of your knees and pulls you closer toward him, practically having your ass on the edge of the desk. Peter presses closer to your aching core, throwing your legs over his shoulder, hands pressed against your bare ass you throw your head back as you whine when he finally dives into you without a warning. He licks from your slit to your clit in a slick motion. Your hands search for somewhere to grab as they finally decide Peter’s hair is perfect as they glide into his perfect brown locks to find something to grip onto, as they find a good place, your grip tightens, pulling him closer into you. He groans into your cunt, getting more sounds from you. He’ll do this all night if you let him. Peter pulls away to get a good look at you.

“Fuck babydoll, you taste so good. Look at you, you’re making such a mess. It’s all f’me right?” Peter’s hands dig into your thighs, using enough pressure to cause some bruising. Causing you to squirm, you’re practically leaking out of your cunt, coating the inside of your thighs. You’re so wet, no matter how embarrassing this is, it doesn’t even matter. You have your biggest crush between your thighs eating your cunt out like his life depends on it.

“All f’you Pete, I promise..” Your legs are shaking over his shoulders, you need him to keep going, you pull your legs attempting to inch him forward just a bit closer towards you. He’s much stronger than you, forget about that. He’ll only move when he wants, and right now, he’s admiring you, admiring how much of a mess you are just from this.

“You’re such a good girl, princess.” His voice is so low, gravelly low, it can practically kill you, it’s running right between your thighs.

You whimper at the pet name, needing him to dive back into you, you’re leaking, and it’d be good for him to clean it all up.

Peter is just admiring his baby, you’re all his now, and he wants you to be sure of that. He dives back into your cunt, tasting you on his tongue and pressing it into you. He surrounds himself with you, his nose bumps your clit at every lap of his tongue. You’re squeezing him with your thighs, bucking into his face at every lick. Peter’s hand releases from your hip, he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking at it gently, and then inserts two fingers into your cunt, curling them at the spot in you that you adore. Moaning and twisting, one of Peter's hands has an insanely good grip onto your hip, surely to cause a bruise later on. Peter looks at you from between your thighs, you meet eyes with him and your legs wrap around his head tightly.

Your eyes roll back into your head as he thrusts his fingers into you, sucking and licking around your clit like his favorite flavor of a popsicle. Peter knows your close, the way your walls squeeze his fingers, moaning turning into strains. He moans into your cunt, the vibrations from his voice makes the knot in your stomach snap, legs squeezing around Peter’s head almost suffocating him completely, he would love the honor to die in between your thighs.

Peter removes his fingers from your soaking core to lap up all of your juices, his hands wrap themselves around your thighs, thumbing the skin there softly as his attempt to soothe you. You moan softly as he pulls away from you, looking up to meet your eyes, his gaze is loving. “You’re such a pretty baby. Look at you.” Peter cooed. You look a mess, braids all in different directions, makeup sweat right off, and he still thinks you’re pretty. You might die. Peter looked a mess himself, hair completely ruffled, his chin covered in your orgasm, you wish you could take a picture and save it for later.

Attempting to speak through pants, “Pete, I- Please. I need more, I need you, inside, please.” You moan out. Peter grins widely, he’s rock hard in his dress pants, a slightly darker spot from his precum leaking. “Aren’t you just eager?” His voice low, you thought it couldn’t get any lower. This is torture. Hopefully, Peter is as eager as you, so he at least won’t withhold pleasure from you any longer. Trust me, he was just as or maybe even more eager than you were. Peter stands up to take off his shirt to lay behind you to make sure you can lay down if needed on something soft. As he undoes his pants and slides them off as well as his boxers, his cock springs up from its confinement, veins pulsing, tip red and leaking. He groans at the feeling before pulling you closer to him, you almost fall off the desk. Peter strokes his length a bit before lining it up with your core. He slowly eased it in, dragging long moans from your throat and his. “Fuck yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you..” You cried, it feels so good, he stretches you out so perfectly, just like you dreamed of.

At this point, you two are so close, his forehead is touching yours. He pecks your lips quickly. “Feels good, hm? I will ruin every man for you, gladly.” He breathed. He’s getting cocky, you know that and you fucking love it. You nod quickly. Peter’s hands gripping your hips like it’s the only thing keeping him stable. He pulls out of you slowly before slamming his full length back into you with a loud slap. You scream following behind with you falling backwards onto the desk, a bunch of wonton moans leave your lips, tears building at the corners of your eyes.

“Atta girl, take it like you mean it, yeah?” His thrusts were relentless, throwing your legs up and over his shoulders, every plunge of his huge cock made your cunt leak, you were soaked, leaking and his cock was like the plug. Peter took you in ways you couldn’t imagine, every thrust sent vibrations throughout your body, your legs shook over his shoulders, it was heavenly, complete bliss. All of your senses were focused on him, he handled them all so easily. White hot pleasure boiled in your stomach, you don’t know how much you could take, eyesight blurry, just moaning his name repeatedly like a broken record. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath between each thrust. He’s relentless with his pace, not ever breaking his stride. Peter wants, no, needs to ruin you.

He filled you, stretched you, wanting to build you up to the height of pleasure. “Fuck, Peter. Oh fuck. You feel so good. Fuck.” curses leaving your lips like it’s all you can say. Peter’s thrusting so hard, moaning at the wet sounds you two are making. He’s huge, your mind couldn’t imagine this, not any wet dream you had could compare to this. The feeling of his huge cock pushing against your walls as you squeeze around him. That pleasure grew, it was bubbling and boiling, you were so close, and Peter knows. The way your walls clench around his cock as they don’t want him to leave, the way your legs are shaking over his shoulders. His hands tighten around your hips, leaving bruises as he uses them to slam him into you at a quicker pace than before.

“‘M so close…Pete..please. I need you, fuck me like you mean it.. You want me.. You have me.” You sobbed. Peter towered over you, looking at you with lust. “I know, baby. You’re all mine.” He breathed out. Pushing long, rough strokes into her cunt. His groans filled your ears as you rolled your eyes back, struggling to hold on anymore.

“I have- I need-” Stuttering between moans, it’s overstimulating, he fills you too well.

“Oh? My pretty baby needs to cum, hm?” He’s teasing you, making fun of you, how dare he. His tone is daring, needy, and just plain cocky. Peter’s pace becomes quick, pulling out of you and snapping fast enough back into you, you’re going to cum, fuck you have to. “Come on baby. Cum for me.” urging you on, you obliged as quickly as the thought of refusing left your mind. That knot in your stomach broke, making your toes curl, practically screaming his name, not knowing if the storage room door could conceal it. Peter thought it was the cutest thing, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm so he could hit his release. Thrusts getting sloppy, still maintaining the same pace. You couldn’t stop moaning, fighting the aftershocks of your orgasm, but still spasming against his cock.

“That’ss my girl, take it nice and good. You’re s’tight. Y’know that, babydoll?” His words are a tease on their own. His head was thrown back, groaning at the feeling. You can’t respond, all that’s coming from your mouth is whimpers and broken noises. Your walls squeezing around his cock are drawing moans from his throat, he continued to rock into you.

“You want me to cum inside you, fill you up nice and good? Take you home with me just to do it all over again?” he panted out. Peter’s close, so close. So are you.. Again.

“Fuck- Peter- please- m’gonna cum- please.” you managed to breathe out, it’s so hot in the tiny storage room. Cumming again so soon? It’s embarrassing, but you’re so sensitive from the first time. It’s inevitable.

“Yeah? Cum for me, princess. Fuck- cum for me. Now.” You don’t hesitate, eyes rolling back as you came, screaming his name loudly. Hearing you while feeling you squeeze around his cock made him come undone inside of you, groaning as he tosses his head back.

“You’re such a good girl, babydoll. Such a good girl..” Peter trails off. He slowly pulls out of you, his seed dripping out of your sweet cunt. He smiles at the sight.

Panting, you smile lightly looking at him. He’s a mess, you’re both sweaty and covered in each other's juices. Great way to end the night.

Peter takes your legs off of his shoulders, he feels your legs still shaking from your previous orgasm and he smirks. Then he grabs his pants and pulls out his phone to snap a quick picture of you.

“Fuck you, Parker.” You snap at him playfully. He laughs and leans close enough to peck you on the lips.

“I love you, damn it.. fuck. Hot Boy Parker really lived up to his name, huh?” You giggle.

He scoffs. “Yeah, I love you too, gorgeous.” You roll your eyes sarcastically. “So, gonna clean me up, or what?” Raising an eyebrow.

“Of course, princess. Let’s see what we can find here.” Peter searches around for a decently clean rag or something of the sorts. He finally finds a clean rag and wipes the sweat and left over juices off of your stomach and thighs.

Next thing you both know, there’s a knock on the door. You two look at each other with slight fear, Peter doesn’t remember if he locked the door or not.

To his luck, and yours, he did. Tanya and one of Peter’s friends are at the door.

“Girl, are you in there?” Tanya sounds annoyed. Peter’s friend adds on. “Everyone is going home, you two have been in there all fuckin’ night.”

Peter scoffs. “Yeah, give us a minute.” You giggle. Peter helps you off the desk and grabs your panties, reaching to go grab them, he pulls away from you. “I’m keeping these, you’re coming back with me princess.” He whispers. You shiver a little and smile.

“They literally have been fucking. Hurry up, you two!” Tanya yells.

Peter kisses you passionately on the lips before pulling away and smiling at you. You smile back lovingly. ˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

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spideykuri · 3 months ago

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MY FAVORITE ONE

private #5 bent over a table while somethings baking in the oven. is it too much to ask for tasm peter parker bending reader over?

[location based smut prompts]

The To-Do List

[tasm peter x fem!reader]

(reader is described as having a ponytail that is long enough for Peter to wrap around his hand and use as leverage)

His birthday cake was nestled happily inside the heated oven.

She got up early to make it for his special day. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep out of her face while she had prepped and she was still in her pajamas from this morning. She had planned to have the cake in the oven, get her shower done, and place out his presents on the table all before he woke up.

Peter, of course, had other ideas.

He leaned against the kitchen doorway with a lopsided grin as he sleepily took in the sight of her. She paused when she saw him there, silent as ever, and crossed her arms.

“You are not supposed to be awake for another hour,” she chastised.

Thirty-five looked good on him. Every year he seemed to get more and more handsome.

His eye wrinkles grew as his smile widened. A strand of dark hair fell down his forehead and he absentmindedly brushed it away. He was shirtless with nothing but a pair of dark boxers to keep him decent.

She admired how defined his chest was. A hinting of his six pack was peeking out from just under the surface of his lean body.

“I smelled cake.” His voice was thick and scratchy with lingering sleep. Peter’s morning voice was one the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard.

She smiled as she rolled her eyes. It had hardly been in the oven for more than five minutes and it was already enough to get him out of bed.

“The kitchen is a mess. I was going to clean it all up and have your presents out and I was going to be all dressed up and looking extra cute. You ruined it all with your stupid nose.”

Peter laughed as he strode across the room to slip his arms around her waist. She looked up to admire him and wiped at a staining of toothpaste still clinging to the side of his lips. She caught it with her thumb and shoved it back into his mouth while he licked it off.

“You already look extra cute,” he mumbled around her thumb.

“I’m literally wearing your old, hole filled shirt and bright pink fluffy pants. This is not how I wanted you to see me this morning. It’s your birthday. I wanted it to be special.” She tugged her thumb back with a huff.

Peter stepped back to appreciate her outfit in the morning light. She had already been in bed by the time he crawled through their window last night.

“I like it,” he stated. “It’s hipster.”

She let out a laugh in response, “I don’t think you know what hipster means, babe.”

Peter shrugged, “It means you dress like a bum, right?”

“Oh my god, why don’t you go back to bed and try this again in an hour when everything is all set up, okay?”

“No,” he whined. He latched himself onto her back, snaking his arms tightly around her stomach to press her against him. “I’m up. It’s my birthday. Say happy birthday to me and tell me you love me.”

She grinned, snuggling back against his bare chest, “Happy birthday and I love you.”

“That sounded insincere but I will take it.” His hand slipped up under her loose shirt to cup a warm hand over her breast, lazily palming it while he nibbled at the edge of her ear. He always liked the feeling of her nipple coming to life and growing harder against his hand. He held onto her chest like one might cling to the safety of a favorite stuffed animal.

She groaned, “Your presents were supposed to be all set out nicely on the table. Instead you’re just greeted with a kitchen disaster of my cake baking. Are you sure you don’t want to sleep for another hour? I know you’re tired from last night. You were out late.”

Peter began to slowly waddle them back and forth towards the kitchen table, refusing to release his grip from around her waist or remove his hand from her breast, “I know of a present I can unwrap right here…”

She gasped under her breath, “Peter. This is no time. I’ve got a list of things to do.”

She felt him laugh quietly against her ear.

“Yeah and I’ve got a list of things to do, too. A whole list. Let’s see what the first thing to do is…” he pretended like he was reading off an imaginary piece of paper as he checked it over. “Ah, yes!”

He slipped his hands out from her shirt and placed a gentle hand between her shoulder blades to bend her over the kitchen table. With a quick swoop, he tugged down both her pants and underwear, leaving them hanging around her ankles. She let out a shocked cry.

“Unwrap presents…check!” He chuckled to himself, giving her bare ass a soft slap. “And what a beautiful present it is. Couldn’t have asked for anything better. Wow, you really know me, baby, I’m super impressed.”

“Peter,” she whined, pushing herself back up. “Not fair. I haven’t showered. I’ve got to get ready. I’ve-”

He cut her off with a kiss. His lips crashed against her and his tongue forced its way into her mouth to stop her from trying to protest further. She could taste the mint from his toothpaste still clinging to his tongue and she moaned as he pressed his hips into hers. He was growing harder by the second.

“Shut up,” he mumbled against her lips with a smile. “My birthday. My rules.”

“Okay,” she said with a dreamy sigh. It wasn’t hard to convince her. Her complaints were more for show than anything else. If Peter wanted her, he had her. “I love you, Pete.”

“If you love me so much then why don’t you take off that shirt so I can see my second present.”

She did as she was told, stripping it from her body, until she was standing naked before him. The bulge in his boxers twitched which made her smile. She loved the fact that she could make him so hard from sight alone.

Peter’s hand reached out to brush a calloused thumb across her hardened nipple, “Beautiful.”

He lifted her up onto the table so she was sitting closer to him and he moved between her legs. They wrapped around him so she could feel the heat of him soaking through his boxers and against her pussy. His eyes traveled down to her chest, taking in the sight, and sighing happily. His head dipped down so he could capture the waiting bud between his wet lips.

She let out a satisfied moan and ran her fingers through the back of his hair while suckled on her. His tongue bathed her breast, teeth nipping at her nipple, and soothing it over with quick kisses and light sucking motions. His mouth was magic. He didn’t even need to touch her pussy for her to already be soaking through his boxers as she ground against him.

“Feel that?” He groaned, bucking his hips. “Feel how hard I am?”

She whimpered.

“All for you,” he whispered, finding her lips once more to kiss her deeply.

All for her.

It was his birthday. She should probably be getting down on his knees for him and sucking him off or tending to him in some way but she was nothing but putty in his hands. Lost in the feeling of seduction he was casting over her.

Peter dragged her down off the table, smirking at the wet spot she had left behind, and spun her around. He folded her back in half over the table, scraping his nails down the length of her spine and over the swell of her ass.

“The next thing on my to-do list,” he breathed, his voice low and deep. “Is you.”

She heard him discarding his boxers and suddenly felt the wet, hot tip of cock slide up her open folds. She was more than ready for him. He never had to do much to have her begging for more. Her hips grinded against the air as if trying to draw him in closer but he only continued to tease her with the tip.

“Someone’s eager,” he commended, giving her ass another slap.

“Peter, please,” she gasped.

He kept up his tantalizing torture. Every time his cock bumped over her aching clit, her hips would jerk backwards, and she’d let out a quiet cry.

“Please what?” He asked with an air of innocence.

She groaned at his teasing, “Please fuck me! I want you to fuck me.”

“Aww,” he cooed. “Does my poor baby need my cock?”

She whined and nodded.

“You got up so early, didn’t you?” His nails dragged along her hips, making her squirm, as she humped frantically in an attempt to get at his cock. “You got up early to make my birthday so special. You baked me a cake. It smells amazing, doesn’t it? Smell it, baby.”

Her eyes widened in frustration, “Peter! Fuck me! Please, stop it.”

He ignored her pleas, getting off of them, as his cock twitched between her thighs, “Did you slip that cake into the oven just for me?”

She was nearly sobbing from her own arousal, ready to attack him if he didn’t shut up and fuck her soon. She arched her back to better entice him, wagging her ass and rubbing it against his hips. She pushed herself up with her arms so he could get a peeking view of her tits swaying in wait for him.

That seemed to do the trick because he had gone silent as he stared.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Happy birthday to me.”

“I want it hard, Peter. Use me,” she whispered in an effort to finally push him over the edge. “I’m yours.”

He lined up his cock to her entrance and eased himself inside. She nearly doubled over against the table at the delicious feeling that flooded through her body.

“Yes, yes, thank you, baby, thank you,” she cried.

“You really love this cock, don’t you?” He breathed. “Do you love this cock more than me?”

“No, baby, never. I could never-”

He pulled out and rammed the full, thick length back into her with a loud slap.

She shrieked, falling forward into a flurry of mumbled moans, “I do, I do, I do. I love it more than you. I love it more than anything.” Tears pricked in her eyes from the overwhelming sensations taking over.

Peter chuckled to himself, “That’s my girl.”

Her ass slapped against his body with each plunging drive of his cock as he took her. Fast and hard, just like she asked. Every thrust felt like it was reverberating through her, waking up all her senses, making her feel more alive than ever before. It was sheer bliss. Anticipation already began to build. He knew exactly how hard to take her. Peter could be rough but he never went past her limits. He knew her inside and out. He knew just where to push her before retreating back to safety. The sounds of her tumbling moans and each inhale of breath was all he needed to direct his path.

He was filling her body, stretching her, taking her, building her up to that beautiful place of divinity. Her nails clawed at the table, scratching at the wood, trying to find some kind of purchase to steady herself with.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Peter!” She cried.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted. “I got you. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

He wrapped her ponytail around his hand and jerked her head upwards. She arched her back to accommodate the move as he held her against him. She could feel his ragged breaths against her cheek and listened to his erotic panting in her ear. The sound was enough to almost send her flying straight into an orgasm.

The hand not keeping a tight hold of her ponytail wrapped around her to grab at her chest. He molded her breast between strong hands.

She loved taking his cock. Loved it so deep. Thrusting. Hard. Stretching her. Forcing her to take him. Peter was thick. Thickest man she had ever been with. He pushed her walls to their max. His beautiful body and the sounds he made when he fucked her where like heaven to her ears.

That familiar, sensual pressure began to grow inside of her with shallow waves lapping at the edges of her mind. Soon they would turn into giant swells. Taking her over until it was all she could feel.

His hand slipped from her ponytail to wrap around her neck. He gave a gentle squeeze. Nothing too forceful but enough to send her flying even faster towards that tsunami of pleasure. She was so close. So ready.

“Harder, Peter,” she sobbed. “Hard. Please. I’m-I’m…close…need it hard. Take me.”

Peter was never to deny a request like that. He shoved her back over the table and tumbled on top of her, humping frantically with long, heavy strokes into her cunt. He could feel her walls tightening. He could feel her body changing.

“Come on, baby,” he urged her. “Cum on my cock. Cum for me. Let me feel you.”

The universe exploded into blinding light.

She didn’t care how loud she was. Didn’t care if the neighbors would hear. In fact, she wanted them to. She wanted them to know exactly how well Peter Parker could fuck his woman.

Her toes curled and her legs kicked up as the sensory overload rocketed through her with golden waves of pure dopamine.

Peter took her straight to the edge and held her there, spasming and sobbing, as he continued to fuck her through the orgasm. Even as the waves slowly receded, they still lingered in tiny aftershocks, due to his relentless pounding. He had gotten her where she needed to be and now it was his turn.

He reangled himself into her, getting a better grip as he held onto her hips, and switched up his rhythm to slow. Peter liked to feel everything. He wanted to drag it out and feel her body wrapped around him. From fast and hard to slow and steady. His change of pace caused a low, drawn out moan to escape from her throat.

“You like that, baby?” He panted. “You like feeling every inch of me?”

All she could do was whimper in response as her sex spasmed again around him. This was a man who knew how to lengthen an orgasm. She was completely helpless to him. Her body was his play thing.

“Let me hear how much you love me, baby,” he whispered down in her ear as his cock buried straight to the hilt inside of her. “Let me hear you.”

She struggled to make any noise besides sobbing whimpers and broken cries.

He moaned in response, “That’s it. Those are those sounds that I love so much. My poor baby, all ravaged on my cock. Can’t even speak.”

He gave a small shudder and she knew he was close. She did her best to work her hips to meet his thrusts, squeezing him with her walls, sucking him in, clenching down.

“That’s good, baby, that’s good.” He moaned, his voice slowly losing itself as he got closer to the edge. “Ooh, fuck, keep that up. ‘M gon’na cum inside ya’kay?”

She loved it when he filled her. She loved feeling him drip down her leg as she carried him around with her. She would bathe in his semen if he wished it. It was his birthday, after all. The birthday boy could come wherever he pleased.

His long, slow strokes worked her up as another, tiny orgasm rippled through her. That seemed to be all he needed to follow.

Peter let out a low groan, his thrusts become more unrestrained with each passing second, and she took him. All of him.

With the sweetest of cries, he emptied himself inside of her. She could feel him swell and pulse until she was impossibly full. That tiny orgasm grew into something much bigger, taking over her body along with him, as she felt him collapse on top of her, both shaking, as he bit at her shoulders with soft, love bites until he finally calmed down.

He stayed like that, laid against her back and squishing her into the table, until he cock began to soften and he sadly slid back out. She tumbled back into his arms as they both fell to the spooning position against the kitchen floor. Naked, wet, and breathing heavily.

Peter’s hand found the comfort of her breast once more.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Best present I could ask for. Thank you, baby. You’re too good to me.”

She grunted in response, still finding words to fail her. Instead, she rolled over in his arms, hooking her leg through his, and leaving a trail of kisses across his face to show much she adored him.

His eyes closed as he smiled happily at the feeling.

Eventually she would have to get up. Eventually she would have to shower and get dressed and clean the kitchen and set up his presents and frost the cake…but for now…

For now she was happy to just lay here on the floor in his arms.

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