#andrew garfeild smut

[bouncybongfairy]

Study Buddies

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Fem Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is your neighbor and, to put it bluntly, you've had a thing for him since moving in. One night, Peter discovers you're doing a report on the T. fabricii spider. This species is known for bounding and biting the female before sex. Peter decides to give you a live demonstration of this.

Word Count: 2.5k+

TW: Rough Sex, Blood Kink, Bondage, Nasty Smut.

Go to reference blog for smut: @kaionyx

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To say you somewhat keep an eye on the sad man who lives across from you would be an understatement. Part of you felt like it was wrong to invade anyone’s privacy in such a way; the other side didn’t share these same morals. Living on your own, for the first time at 19 was really overwhelming. When you first caught a glimpse of him through the window above your bed, while reading After We Collied by Anna Todd. It had been a long day, School 9:00 am to 12:30 pm then work from 1:00 pm to 9:00 pm. Not to mention the homework and reading assignments from your professors. Even though you had a stack of homework needing attention you were procrastinating by reading. Feeling your stomach tightening and a hot blush creep onto your face. Then your ears started burning, which made you set down the book and get a glass of water. You saw him through the window as you walked back into the bedroom. He was taking his shirt off, setting his hands on his desk, and letting his head low. Either he was covered in a thin layer of sweat or water from the shower covered his body. You could see every muscle in his back and arms under his skin, completely flexed like he was in pain. His hair was brown and shaggy, flopping in front of his face, covering his eyes and nose. Cuts and bruises were scattered around his body, his mouth was hung open. Saliva was making his pink bottom lip glisten from the glow of the laptop on his desk. He was inspecting his own body, looking at all the cuts and abrasions. Out of nowhere, he moves to look directly at your window, which makes you drop onto the ground, hoping he didn’t see you. Your cat was so spooked, he attempted to run under the bed but unfortunately his rolls prevented him from doing so. You crawled over and began soothing him. 

“You don’t think he saw me right?” you asked as you gave him kisses between his ears. You were really hoping he didn’t see you, your hair was wrapped up in a towel for god sakes.

Standing up slowly, you checked to see if he was still there. When you checked, the lights in the bedroom were cut off making it impossible to see anything. After turning the T.V on and getting comfortable in bed again, you realize you can’t stop thinking about him. His body was so long and lanky, yet his muscles were still so defined and toned. You clear off your bed, and try to act like seeing your neighbor indisposed isn't affecting you. The next morning, you’d completely forgotten about last night's events. In fact, you were feeling quite chipper, immediately filling the cat's bowl. It was Friday and you couldn't be more excited to sit around and rot for the weekend. You were currently working at a bug museum that was a couple hours away from your college. It was super convenient not only distance wise but you loved the job. Sure the kids could get sticky and annoying but you liked working with all the insects. Nobody could waterboard this out of you but ever since you started working there, you’d become quite sweet on Spider-Man. It didn’t take long for you to put the pieces of the puzzle together to figure out his identity. Sometimes as you unlocked the door to the apartment building, you’d see a single web hanging from his window. Other times, you’d hear police sirens and then you’d hear the loud screeching of a heavy fire escape window open then close. You started keeping notes of all these little things. Currently being the manager of the Spider section of the museum, it gave you an excuse to research till your fingers bled. Trying to figure out what species of spider he could be. A theory you were itching to prove true or false, was that Spider-Man didn’t have naturally occurring webs but rather man made. A healthy spider doesn’t normally have a limit to the silk it can produce. When you watched him fight, he would eventually stop using his webs and rely more on crawling or jumping. You had a notebook where you noted all these little observations and ideas. 

After taking the subway to school, you rushed to get to your lecture on time. Calculus and Zoology were the last two classes of the week. Many of your peers had dropped the class by this point but that didn’t bother you one bit. It only meant more attention for you, not to mention the teachers became less… picky when it came to assignments. Hell there were times when you thought your English professor used your class as a rant session. You were praying the professors would take it easy on the class, you know… get into that Friday spirit a little early; they didn’t. As pitiful as it was to admit you were actually looking forward to your Zoology assignment; a research paper of an animal of your choice. As sad as that sounded, you really were excited about it, at this point it was like a special interest. 

Work was quite slow, only a couple people wandered in and left once they realized it wasn’t a themed cafe. This made you chuckle every time before turning back to your laptop. Honestly, you hated it a lot more than it was slow. When it was busy, it distracted you from being on your feet for 8 hours. Before leaving, you grabbed a book on the spider you chose for your report: Thanatus fabricii. The owner ended up closing early for the day which you didn’t mind at all. Practically skipping to the taxi you’d just hailed down. It was coming down so hard that you were practically soaked by the time you made it inside the building. Hair dripping and makeup beginning to feel sticky. It took you a couple times to shove the door open due to the weather making them expand and warp. Fat-Boy came and greeted you while opening the door. Meowing like he’s never eaten before in his life. You giggled at his nervous pacing while scooping a couple cups into his bowl. Setting your bags on the counter and pulling out your laptop, book and notebooks, typing at the rough draft of your essay. Suddenly Fat-Boy began clawing at the bedroom door which prompted you to go investigate. Walking into your bedroom and opening the door you shiver from how cold the air is. After flicking the lights on, you immediately notice the window was open. You rush over to close it, luckily there wasn’t too much water damage from the rain. Your stomach was doing summer salts, especially because you know it was closed before you left. Running back into the kitchen, trying to find a knife to arm yourself with. You could practically hear your heart beating in your ears. Suddenly something drops from the ceiling, causing you to scream. Immediately you recognized him as Peter, eyes dark and brows furrowed. He slowly started moving closer, you were frozen in fear. In complete shock, your flight or fight reflex is fully engaged. You thought he was coming towards you but instead, he went over to your computer and notes. Every once in a while his eyes would widen or he would chuckle. As scared as you were, you couldn’t help but take in all his little details. The cuts on his face or the bruising under his eyes. 

“I knew you were a horny little freak but I didn’t realize how nasty you really were,” he said, breaking you out of the dissociation you fell into. Still frozen in fear, you held up the knife a little higher, hands still shaking. 

“You’ve been studying me?” he asked, using a web to take the knife from your grip.

“I’m honestly impressed. I originally thought you were watching me because you wanted proof of my identity. I didn’t realize you were stalking me because of an infatuation,” he said, coming closer. 

You booked it, running towards the front door attempting to pry it open. Once you finally manage to rip it open, a web flies past you. Slamming the door closed with a loud bang. Immediately you run to the bedroom, knowing the fire escape is there. By the time you reached the window, he was already right behind you. He grabbed your arm and turned you around so you were facing him. His grip was strong, stone locked onto both arms. This was the first time you’d ever gotten a good look at his face. He looked like he was fraying at the edges. Eyes with pupils so wide they looked black, both eyebrows had splits in them. Bruising around his eyes and spread around his face. 

“I saw you’re doing a report on the T. fabricii spider, have you finished your research about how they mate?” he asked, you just stared at him. Ashamed that you were finding this erotic. The entire time you’d been watching him, he’d been doing the same. Made you feel inferior, like you weren’t as slick as you once thought. He wasn’t pleased with your silence and shook you a little to break you out of that trance. 

“No,” you said weakly, he let go of one of your arms and brushed a piece of hair out of your face. 

“They bite and bound the females before mating to avoid being eaten. Doesn’t that seem… efficient,” he said chuckling slightly. 

You were unsure of how to react, his energy becoming harder and harder to read. Originally you thought he only had violent intentions due to him discovering your infatuation. Knowing that his intentions were more sexual made you feel less stressed or scared. He let go of your arms and moved his hands to your waist then to your hips. You shivered as goosebumps began to prickle along your skin. Lowering his head a bit, he runs his lips over your ear and down your neck. Your back arches involuntarily, drawing a deep breath in from the sensation. 

“I like touch starved whores,” he growled into your ear, picking you up and using his body to press you against the wall, “getting wet from the littlest things, like me breathing down your neck or gripping your arm a little too tight,” he said into your ear. 

Not being able to take the build-up anymore, you smash your lips against his. The kiss was rough, continuously biting and nipping at your lip. Your mouth started to taste metallic, making you pull away. He didn’t let you, tangling his fist in your hair. Moving the two of you from the wall to the bed. The way he picked you up and threw you around made you feel weightless. Completely at the mercy of his strength, you welcomed it nervously. Teeth chattering and hands shaking, he was sucking hickies on your neck to the point where it was hurting. Starting to squirm a bit, he secures your wrists to the head board with webbing. Doing the same to your feet, completely paralyzing you. Instead of pulling your clothes off he rips them from your body. His strength and pure brute force was daunting, shredding fabric like it was paper. After undressing himself, he crawls back up. You couldn’t hold back a couple gasps and moans, feeling the tip of his length trace up your leg then inner thigh. He looked angry and focused solely on you. He rested his elbows by your ears, not caring that he was pulling the fuck out of your hair. This caused you to squirm even more, in reaction to this he sank his teeth into your shoulder. 

You cried out in pain as he slowly started adding more pressure to his bite. The hot burning sensation causes more pleasure than it should. Trying to aid the aching feeling from the lack of touch, you rub your thighs together. Spread your wetness all over your thighs. Becoming irritated with your lack of patients, he uses his knees to separate your legs. Letting go of your shoulder to sink his teeth into your neck. Now biting harder and more often; moving from your neck to your chest and other shoulder. You were beginning to foggy, face bright red and flushed. Once he was satisfied with his work, he turned his attention back to you. Grabbing you by the jaw to see the state of you. He practically moaned when seeing how glazed over your eyes were. Rubbing his shaft in between your folds, broke you out of this trance. Bucking your hips up, trying to create more friction between the two of you. Not liking how much control you had over your movements, he began binding you up tighter to the bed. Once he was confident in your restriction, he started pushing himself inside you. He was grunting and cursing under his breath, your legs being tied together making you that much tighter. He was big and you could feel yourself stretch around him. He buried his face into your shoulder, practically panting as he fucked in and out of you. The overstimulation being caused by the pain and pleasure simultaneously was driving you crazy. His arms were wrapped around your neck, almost suffocating you as he pounded frantically. Your moans and cries were strangled and garbled. A mixture of sweat and tears were running down your face. Being completely bound and restricted was making your stomach cramp with frustration. Unable to touch him or not being able to match his energy. 

He slowed down for a second and turned to make eye contact with you. His mouth was covered in blood from how often and forcefully he was biting you. Mouth hanging open and his face glistened in sweat. He catches your lips with his, indicating a sloppy kiss. He’s completely slowed his thrusts down to an agonizing pace. All your frustration and over stimulation coming to a head, you bite down on his lip as hard as you can. He pulls his head back and looks down at you with a shocked expression. 

“Faster,” you beg, accidentally spitting a bit of blood onto his face. He smirks down at you, before wrapping his hands around your neck. 

“Doesn’t look like you’re in any position to be making demands,” He growled at you before slamming his dick inside you. 

He was now using his hands around your throat to support his weight. It didn’t matter to you because he was now pounding into you at full force. Almost showing that he was as frantic to reach his orgasm as you were. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting your body go limp. Sucking in strangled breaths, he paid no regard to this to catch up at his current pace. You were getting close, your walls pulsating around him. Your pussy was contracting around him as you came. Black dots appear in your vision as you ride out that high. Seeing and feeling you cum was enough to send him over the edge. Rutting and spurting into you, completely blissed out as he came. Immediately after he was done he didn’t bother letting you free from the webbing. You were too exhausted and braindead to care.

[juliluvhz]

my requests || what I will and won’t write || who i mostly write for

doing this so people know what I’ll write, who i write for and what I refuse to write :3, i will do most requests sent if it isn’t these characters anyways, these are just characters i like to write for

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harry potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco malfoy

marauders

Remus lupin

Regulus black

james potter

sirius black

Spider-Man

tasm!peter Parker

Tom Holland!peter Parker

miles morales

josh hutcherson

clapton davis

mike schmidt

sean anderson (movie 1&2)

jess aarons

josh as himself

josh when he was younger (13-18 basically)

peeta mellark

the black phone

finney Blake

mason Thames

robin Arellano

miguel mora

Vance hopper

Brady hepner

gwen blake

Madeleine mcgraw

Donna

rebecca clarke

victorious

beck Oliver

cat valentine

Jade west

andre harris

tori vega

trina vega

extras

eminem

avril lavigne

jaden walton

javon walton

tom kaulitz

bill kaulitz

dustin long

alex norman

fuckshit

ethan garcia

jude bellingham

jj maybanks

anthony larusso

max dennison

colby brock

sam golbach

jake webber

johnnie guilbert

tom Holland

andrew garfeild

emma stone

gwen stacy

what I’ll write

fluff

smut

angst

small age gaps (1-3 years)

grumpy x sunshine

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

love triangles

small mentions of blood

yandere

tsundere

what I wont write

rape

age gap bigger than 3

pedophelia

abuse

kidnapping

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that’s pretty much it! if you do request something that I don’t write I simply will ignore it so there is no point requesting it, thank yaouuu ! ♥️

[simplyparker]

you guys might have some Andrew Garfeild!Peter Parker smut out later

[dontsaypetertingle]

UM I ABSOLUTELY NEED A PART 2

Miss Your Face (pt.2)

find part one here

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love on part one!! The amount of followers I've gained from that alone made my heart grow 3 sizes. Everyone has been so sweet to me I don't deserve it muah muah muah!

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Summary: After Peter and the reader have hot phone sex while she's away he tells her that this is just the beginning and she'll get the rest when she gets home. Well, now she's home.

Warnings: (NSFW! 18+) Full of dirty smut, oral (f+m receiving), pet names, Dom!Peter, praise kink, mild daddy kink.

You stood outside the door to you and Peter's apartment, key in hand. You closed your eyes and tried to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. You weren't wearing any panties under your skirt, just as he told you. You made sure everything you had on was easily removable. A tight low-cut black long sleeve, no bra, tucked into a delicate long skirt with a slit that goes dangerously high.

You held your breath just a bit as you pushed your key into the lock and opened the door. Stepping in, you didn't see Peter anywhere. You slipped your shoes off at the door and waited for a moment. No Peter. A smile spread on your face as you realized he was waiting in the bedroom for you.

Carrying your bag across your apartment down the hall you were surprised to hear the clicking of keys on a keyboard. You walked into your bedroom and Peter was sitting at his desk clicking away on the computer.

"Hey," he said without lifting his head away from his work.

"Hey, Pete." You force a smile, expecting a bigger reaction. You were only gone a week, but even without the promise of sex Peter would usually get up and kiss you hello.

He looks up at you finally. "Flight okay?"

"Mmhm" you smile walking towards the bed, setting your bag on it. You turned your back to Peter and unzipped it. He probably just got caught up in Spider-Man stuff. It happens.

"I'm gonna unpack my bag and then I'll get out of your hair." You sighed.

Suddenly you felt hands on your waist behind you, and Peter's breath on your neck.

"You're so easy to toy with." You could hear the smirk in his voice as he brushed your hair away from your neck. "You really thought I'd forget, Angel?" He started peppering small kisses on your shoulder as he pulled you in and pressed his chest into your back. "Get your bag off the bed."

"Why?" You loved playing the innocent game.

Peter reached around you, his lips still on your neck, and grabbed your bag. He then dropped it on the floor.

"Because sweetheart, I'm about to fuck you dumb and I don't want it getting in the way."

You leaned back against him as your knees went weak. He was more than happy to use one arm to hold you by the waist, while the other slowly slipped up your thigh. His fingers trailed up, up, up, and into the slit of your skirt. His fingers brushed against the skin of your hip and you felt him smile once more against your shoulder.

"You did what I asked. No panties." His kisses traveled up your shoulder into the tender crook of your neck. His lips brushed against your ear and he whispered.

"Good girl."

You whimpered and leaned into his touch on your waist. God you loved when he said that. You heard it last night but over the phone isn't the same as having him there, pressed up against you, making you a whimpering mess before you've even taken anything off. His fingers tickled your sides as they gathered up your skirt in a bunch, just high enough so you were covered in the front and your ass hung out just a tiny bit. He stuffed both hands under the bunched-up material and got two fistfuls of your ass. His hands took the side of your hips and pressed you back against his own. You felt a bulge press against your bottom and bit your lip in anticipation. You turned your face back to Peter.

You only turned your head, his body still pressed against your back. When he saw you biting your lip he swiftly moved his hand up and pushed his thumb on your chin, making you release it from your teeth.

"Don't bite your lip, you know what it does to me." He moved his thumb from your chin to your bitten lip. "Who's lip is this?"

You looked up at him through your lashes. "Yours" you giggled.

His free hand got another fistful of your behind.

"And who owns this ass?" He growled in your ear.

Keeping that same innocent face you replied. "You do daddy"

"God, I missed you." he groaned spinning you around and picking you up by the backs of your thighs. You quickly wrapped your legs around him. He tangled his left hand in your hair, only needing his right to keep you up. "You're so good to me, Bunny." he smiled before kissing your lips. You did that for a few moments, just kissing passionately while he held you up like you were nothing. You felt his grip change slightly and he gave your bottom lip a gentle tug with his teeth, proving his point from earlier. He backed himself to the bed and sat down so you were straddling him. His lips found their way to your jaw, placing small wet kisses and professing his love between each one ‘Love you so much Bunny’ ‘Look so pretty today baby’ ‘Doin so good for me honey’…

Each sweet nothing had you whimpering in his lap, grinding against him. Begging for more.

He noticed and got to work unzipping your skirt down the back. It only went down an inch or two before getting stuck.

He growled a bit before piping up.

“Hey Bunny?”

”Mmhm?” you cooed.

”Where’d you get this?”

The question threw you off a bit. “Mmm the little store on 31st.”

”Mkay.” he smiled. “I’ll get you a new one tomorrow.” He reached both hands behind you and ripped the fabric apart, leaving you in only your tight shirt. His display of his strength only made you needier.

He went back to giving you gentile kisses on your neck, one of his hands drifted from your ass to between your legs. He just barely grazed underneath you with his fingertips, but it was enough to make you grind down on his hand. Your reaction seemed to please him and so he started rubbing small circles over your sensitive bud.

"So wet for me Princess. You miss me that bad? Tell me about it."

You let out a pretty moan in his ear as a thank you for all the touch and praises. Kissing the side of his face and giving him those begging whimpers and sweet words he wanted so bad.

”Oh thank y-you daddy. Feels so good.“

He slid his fingers back and gently pressed at your entrance. He pulled his face away from yours. You wiggled, trying to push him into you.

”Uh-uh. Look at me.” he chastised.

Ignoring your instincts you ceased your wiggling and looked into his eyes.

”Mmh so pretty.” He cooed, sliding his middle and index finger inside you.

You put your hands on his shoulders for support and let yourself rock against his hand. His long fingers curled inside you as he slowly pumped in and out. The base of his palm was perfect for getting some friction on your clit.

“Barely even doing anything and you’re a wet mess on top of me. What am I gonna do you with you, Dove?”

His fingers picked up pace, making you tighten around him. Your neediness grew and your hips began to move sloppily.

”You gonna cum, Princess?”

You nodded and leaned into him.

”Sorry baby, not yet.” His fingers retracted and you whined at the empty feeling.

He opened his lips and was going to put the two fingers in his mouth when you grabbed his wrist and opened yours. As your lips parted he grinned, sliding his fingers in all the way against your soft tongue. You moaned with him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around sucking your own arousal off him. You pulled off with a *pop* and he immediately had to kiss you. Gently swiping his tongue along your lip he was reminded of how good you taste.

He pulled back and laid himself down on the bed while you still straddled his waist. “Get that shirt off Bunny.”

You quickly obliged and as soon as it was off Peter’s hands went to your tits. Massaging them, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your nipples so he could watch you squirm. All this teasing was making you fidgety. You wanted to be good, but your senses were begging for release. Peter smiled watching you make a mess on the crotch of his sweatpants as you tried desperately to find friction.

He decided to give in and let you have something. He got your attention by curling his finger in a ‘come here’ motion, then placing his finger on his lips. You excitedly bent down to kiss him, but he stopped you.

”Not what I meant, Angel.”

You realized what he was asking you to do and you hesitated.

”What if I get too heavy and I like suffocate you or som-“

”Baby,” he interrupted. “I’m very strong. I’ll be fine. Come sit on my face. I don’t like to ask twice.”

You nervously started to crawl up to him, not really sure how to get in the right position. It didn’t help that you were completely naked while he was still fully clothed. As you straddled his tummy you gently tugged at the bottom of his shirt, asking him to take it off.

”Is that gonna make you feel better?” He asked. You nodded and he caressed your face. “Mkay, Bunny, I’ll take it off.

He tugged his t-shirt off and you straddled his bare belly. You kept scooting up little by little.

“Can I help, sweetheart?” He asked putting his hands underneath your thighs.

You nodded with an “Mmhm” and he lifted your thighs up just a bit and pulled you up to his face. You were nervous about hurting him, but Peter wasted no time pushing your thighs flush against each side of his face and going to work with his mouth.

He started by licking a stripe from the bottom of your entrance all the way to your clit, letting out a grisly moan that made you weak in the knees.

You gasped and let out an “Ugh daddy.”

This completely set Peter off. One hand reached up to massage your tits while the other stayed on your hips keeping you steady. He pushed you down onto his mouth lapping at your core. You let out ungodly sounds that only motivated him further to fuck you with his tongue. His fingers dug into your ass to keep you still as he changed pace. He licked a trail up to your clit and pressed a few deep kisses as you hovered.

"I feel like I didn't make myself clear enough, Angel. I want you to sit on my face. Not hover."

"I feel like I'm gonna c-"

"Baby, you're not gonna crush me. You've got some pretty magic thighs, but I have superhuman strength."

You were going to make another shy retort, but you were interrupted by a swift smack on your ass. You jumped and let out a squeal. Peter seemed to like it because shortly after you felt another stinging slap on the other side.

"I don't like asking twice." Peter reminded you, pushing your hips down so your full weight was on him.

As nervous as you were, damn it felt good to be that close. Peter kept pushing you against him, encouraging you to grind on his face. You ran your fingers through his hair and gave it a tug, earning a pretty moan from his lips. The vibration heightened your senses and you could feel yourself growing closer to breaking. As Peter continued with his sloppy kissing you felt more and more comfortable riding his face. Peter removed his right hand from your ass cheek and inserted his middle and ring finger into your pussy painstakingly slow. He earned a much louder moan from you than before. After giving you a moment to adjust he started pumping his fingers into you, his mouth still sealed to your pussy. Your hips rolled against his face and you knew with all the stimulation you wouldn't last much longer.

"P-peter I- ugh fuck I-"

You couldn't get the words out, but his quickening pace told you he understood. You gave his hair another good tug and your thighs clenched around his face. You let out one final "Oh, daddy." as Peter eagerly finished you off with is tongue. You waited until the throbbing ceased before slowing yourself and letting go of Pete's hair. You would have thought he was in heaven the way his eyes rolled back into his head.

You snaked back a little, but Peter pulled you back in. He rubbed his face against your thighs and left small kisses, sometimes nipping at your skin.

"God, I wish I could live down here." He sighed. His lips were pink and plump, glistening from your wetness. He gave both thighs what can only be described as a goodbye kiss before finally helping you lift your bum and go back to straddling his hips. You leaned forward and laid your head on his bare chest as you caught your breath.

"You alright Bunny? Was it too much?" He poured over you making sure you were okay. His finger hooked under your chin so you were looking up an him.

"Just... need a minute Pete." You panted against his chest. "We're not all superhuman like you."

He giggled and pulled the throw blanket at the foot of your bed over the two of you as you laid chest to chest.

"Mmh I really missed you." You nuzzled your nose against him.

"Missed you too, Bunny." He kissed the tip of your nose. "You wanna stop? We can just watch a movie."

You sat up, hands on his chest, blanket falling down to your hips.

"If I remember correctly, I was promised I'd be fucked dumb." You ran your hand behind you and down Peter's leg. "So, why do you still have your sweatpants on?"

He nearly growled as he sat up to meet you. Fingers pressed into your thighs that were already littered with marks from his mouth.

"Get up." He demanded, slipping back into his dominant role.

You slid back off his legs and off the edge of your bed. Peter followed you and now you were standing face to face next to the bed. You completely naked, him shirtless. He reached one hand behind your head and gathered a fistful of your already messy hair. His other grabbed your waist and pulled you against him.

"Angel, could you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? I wanna see my cock in your mouth for a bit before I fuck you over the edge of that bed."

You nod your head in excitement and he adjusts his grip in your hair as you sink to your knees, sitting on your heels. Your fingertips tuck under the waistband of his sweatpants and you look up awaiting for permission.

"Go ahead pretty girl."

You pulled his sweatpants to his ankles and licked your lips seeing his hard length inside his boxers. Your hands met his thighs, finger tips pressed against him as you slowly slid up him until your right hand could palm him through the fabric. You kept your eyes pinned up at his as you slid his boxers down to his ankles, his length now unsheathed and right in front of your face. You pumped him in your hands a few times before bringing his tip to your mouth, swirling your tongue and wrapping your lips gently around it. You put your hand over his that was holding your hair and gave a gentile push to the back of your head showing him to take control.

"You sure, Baby?" he asked as you continued to gaze up at him.

Your dramatically pulled off of him with a *pop* and batted your lashes. "Mmhm!." you smiled, slowly taking him back in your mouth.

"You're precious" Peter cooed looking down at you on the floor for him.

His head fell back as he slowly pushed you down him. The feeling of him pushing back in your throat made you whimper and moan around him, causing his hips to pick up the pace.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty baby."

Peter's free hand rummaged around the table next to him, grabbing his camera.

"You gonna let me take a picture of your pretty face, Bunny? You look so cute when I fuck your mouth."

You pulled your mouth off of him and stuck your flat tongue out underneath his tip, posing for the camera. Peter quickly snapped a picture, taking it between his teeth once it came out so he could take another. For the second photo you pushed yourself down his length as far down as you could go and looked at the lens with innocent eyes. Peter snapped the second photo and quickly tossed everything back on the table. Before gathering all your hair up again and going back to pounding your mouth

"Doing so good sweetheart. You look so pretty down there for me on your knees. Such a good girl."

You used one hand to stroke what you couldn’t take in your mouth, while your other hand roamed your legs. You knew you’d get in trouble if you touched yourself, so you were stuck rubbing your thighs together.

Peter saw this and pulled you off of him, leaving a thin string of spit between your mouth and his dick. He took a moment, noting every detail of your face, then released your hair and requested you stand up with the same 'come here' finger motion from earlier. You stood back up, knees wobbling.

He placed his palm on your cheek, thumb running over your swollen bottom lip. Still not saying a word he turned you around to face the bed, him standing behind you.

His hand found the back of your neck and he leaned into your ear, very quietly whispering "Bend over"

You did as you were told, immediately bending yourself over the bed and sticking your bottom in the air.

He towered over you from behind. You felt a finger run down your spine and stop at your hips. Two hands appeared on your skin, groping your thighs.

"Spread your legs, sweetheart." His voice was soft, but his command was stern.

You eagerly spread your legs for him and were rewarded with his tip brushing through your folds.

You let out a helpless moan and shifted your hips, trying to push down on him. Your efforts were in vain as he held your hips still.

"Is this what you wanted Bunny? Want me to bend you over our bed and fuck you? Rubbing your thighs trying to get off without me?"

You moaned out an "Mmhm"

"Words baby." He pressed against you harder, the head of his dick nearly entering you.

"Yes, Daddy. I want it."

"What do you say, Princess?"

As soon as the word "Please" slipped from your lips he pushed into you, fully covering himself inside you. Slowly thrusting in you, he mumbled all kinds of praise.

"Feels so good to be inside you again, Dove." "Missed this pussy so much." "Taking it so good, sweetheart."

Once you had a moment to adjust he started picking up the pace. the sound of his hips smacking against your ass as well as your collective moans echoed through the room.

"Fuck, fuck fuck..." You breathed pushing back against him.

He reached his right hand around your waist and brought his fingers to your clit earning one more whimpering "Fuck" from your lips as he circled.

While he was bent over working his hand on you, he took the opportunity to kiss the back of your shoulders, feeling you clench around him he pulled out.

Before you could turn and protest you were picked up and plopped on the bed, lying on your back.

"Gotta see that pretty face while I fuck you." He explained moving over you.

He took no time at all pushing himself back into you. Getting back to his familiar pace from just a moment ago.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your back arched. Looking up at Peter, you saw a prideful grin wash over his face. Getting you off was his favorite part.

His hand came down to your tits, massaging them and playing with your nipples. Turning one between his fingers just to hear the pretty noises you'd make. Every whimper made him harder.

He leaned down to kiss the top of your breasts, then up on your shoulder. He continued sweetly kissing you while simultaneously fucking you stupid. His lips sweetly traveled up to your neck, nipping and kissing on your skin, leaving a trail of small hickies. His left hand went behind you to support himself while his right grabbed the side of your hip. He pulled you in and seeped deeper inside you.

His lips met your ear, brushing up against it and then guiding his tongue along the outer edge.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He whispered.

You moaned and writhed below him. “Yours Daddy”

”Could anybody else fuck you this good, Bunny?”

You nodded your head no against him. His hips stopped in their place, cock buried inside you.

”What was that Princess? Couldn’t hear you.” He leaned up a bit and peered into your eyes.

You whined underneath him, circling and grinding looking for friction. His hand on your hip tightened its grip so you were stuck in place.

”N-no one could fuck me like y-you do Daddy. It’s just you, all for you. P-please don’t stop.” Tiny tears of desperation and need pricked the corners of your eyes.

Peter couldn’t help but marvel at the mess below him. “Look at you pretty girl, so needy for me. Such a good girl.” He praised wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. He began to pull out achingly slow, watching you beg for more underneath him.

”Want me to go faster Bunny? Need more?” Now only his tip was in you, completely still.

“P-please…”

He placed small kisses on your tear stained cheeks and smiled down at you. “Don’t worry baby you’ll get it, as soon as you beg for it. You want it, right? Tell me how bad.” He continued on kissing the tops of your cheeks down to the edge of your jaw.

”P-please D-daddy I’ve been so good.“ You pleaded with him. “Please f-fuck me good and cum inside me. I need it.”

The sound of you begging for his cum made him snap back into you involuntarily. His grip stayed tight on your hip as he fucked into you at an unbearable pace. There was no chance of you getting out of bed without some kind of assistance tomorrow. He had your legs shaking, bruised all across your hips and thighs.

His right hand stayed glued to you while his left grabbed the top of your wooden headboard. The leverage allowed him to go even deeper, making you scream a slew of curse words. His mouth quickly went to yours to muffle the sounds.

”I know, I know Bunny. Gotta keep it down Baby.“ He whispered after pulling away from the kiss. “Gotta be good and stay quiet, for me. Okay?” He knew his efforts were in vain and you’d definitely be getting a call from your landlord in the morning from all the noise complaints.

The combination of him ruthlessly fucking you while talking so sweetly had you completely whipped. All you ever needed was to be underneath Peter Parker while he held you down and told you how good you were for taking him.

You struggled against his hand that was digging into your skin keeping you still as you felt yourself getting closer. Peter saw how desperate you were getting and decided to let go. You moaned at the feeling as you moved your hips with him.

His newly freed hand brushed your hair out of your face and wrapped a gentle hand around your throat. He looked down at where your bodies merged and let out a painfully beautiful moan.

“You take me so good honey, just perfect. God, your pussy was made for me. So fucking good Princess.“

Your legs trembled around him. You parted your lips to let him know you were close, but all you could do moan in sync with his thrusts. You bit down on your lip trying to muffle your sounds when you received another swift smack on the ass. Peters hand returned to your throat, pressing lightly with his finger tips.

“I told you not to do that.”

Your lips fell open again and hungry whimpers slipped out. The stinging sensation from his slap left you overstimulated in the best way possible. You felt like your throat was tied in a knot as you tried and failed to speak again.

Peter smiled down at your helpless figure, smothering your face with kisses. “What sweet girl?“ he asked against the skin of your cheek. His arms adjusted so they were underneath your waist hugging you. He tucked you under himself so you were chest to chest with his face in the crook of your neck showering you with kisses. His lips traveled to your ear “Can’t take it anymore? You gonna be good and cum on my cock? Go ahead sweetheart. I wanna hear my name.”

The new position left you completely helpless. Your legs wrapped tighter around him and your two bodies felt like one. He gave you one more hard thrust and you fell apart. Legs shaking, pussy throbbing, eyes watering. You heard Peter whine as his pace changed up slower and harder. Your mouth fell open and finally mustered up the courage to speak a desperate “Peter”.

He groaned against your skin and you felt him spill into you. “Oh, fuck, Bunny you feel so good cumming around my cock like that. You’re so cute when you cum. Got me so pussy whipped.” He whined as he finished inside you. You both laid there for a moment panting for air. He pressed a few more kisses against your glistening skin before slowly pulling out. You whined, feeling empty.

”I’ll be right back Bunny, just gotta clean you up.” He kissed your forehead before slipping out of bed.

He came back with a damp rag and opened your legs to clean up the cum that had now started to drip out of you. As he stood over you he realized your knees were red and slightly bruised.

”Is this from when you were on your knees earlier? Shit Bunny, I’m sorry.” He bent over and kissed both of your knees. “Why didn’t you tell me your knees hurt?”

Still trying to catch your breath, you smiled. “Because I liked it.”

He rolled his eyes and tossed the rag in the hamper. He snuggled back into bed, pulling you into his side. You nuzzled your face in his chest and your heart rate calmed.

He wrapped his arms around your and ran one of his hands through your hair. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead

”I love you too, Peter.”

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Ah!! I hope you guys liked this. I’m thinking about making more fics with this specific pairing. Like the same ‘universe’ of fics. idk idk anyway regardless of how you feel about it pls give me feedback i crave it even if it’s hate…

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The date ~Chapter 5~

The date ~Chapter 5~

This is the fifth chapter of my book called "Love found on set". This book is between Andrew Garfield and my OC Sophia Morgan. AN OC BOOK!

Warnings: smut, Drinking (not a lot)

Enjoy! <333

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"You don't look too bad yourself Garfield," Sophie said. They both laughed when they saw how nervous both of them are.

"Oh, right here I got these for you," Andrew told her while handing the flowers to her. She smiled and thanked him. They both walked over to Andrew's car and she got in the passenger side while Andrew got on the driver's side. "So where are we going?" Sophie asked.

"What kind of guy would I be if I told you?"

"I guess that makes sense." They both looked at each other and smiled.

"So how has your day been?" Andrew asked her.

"Good, what about you?"

"Good, though now it's a lot better."

"I always forget that you're a flirt."

"That's my best quality trait."

"You can say that again."

They both laughed at each other. After a good 30 minutes of driving they had got to the restaurant, which is The Boathouse. They walked in and got there a table which was by a corner where it was a bit private."So what are you going to have." Andrew asked her.

"I think I'll have caesar salad and the fish n' chips. What about you?"

"I am going to have caesar salad and steam king crab legs. Oh, what kind of drinks are you getting?"

"If it's okay with you, I would like to try the blueberry lemonade cocktail I've never had it."

"That's fine with me I was going to try the Strawberry Gin Fizz."

The waiter then came over and grab their orders. Leaving them to start a conversation. It went from how your day went down to flirty compliments. "So you kissed multiple people the same night you had your first kiss. Well, Mr. Garfield, you must have experience." Sophie said to him while winking, the alcohol in both their system was giving both of them confidence however they were not drunk or anything they only had a buzz.

"You know if I didn't know any better I'd say you are trying to flirt Ms. Morgan."

"What if I am."

"Then I'll just have to put you in your place."

"As if you could."

"Wanna see."

"Hold your horses we still need the check."

"Well, good thing I can wait."

They continued their night with smiles and flirty comments. They had got their check and Andrew being the gentleman he is paid for it all. They walked out and went to Andrew's car. They then went driving around the city window's down, hair blowing around, smiles on their faces. "So how about it Andrew, are you going to take me to your home?" Sophia asked him. Andrew smiled at her and nodded at her. Andrew drove both of them to his house, he had rubbed her thigh the entire ride. When they got to his house they walked in and immediately started kissing each other.  Andrew shut the door and grabbed Sophie by her hips, her legs wrapping around his waist. Andrew unzipped her dress and took it off her chest, it pooling at her waist. Andrew then pressed her up against the wall, her bareback tingling from the coolness of the wall. Sophie then removed his jacket and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. The only time their lips would leave each other is when they needed breaths of air but even then it was a short separation. “I’m going to make you scream my name,” Andrew said in between kisses. He then left her swollen lips and went down to her neck and started sucking and biting her neck, leaving hickeys all over. Next, he went down her breast and un-did her bra after his first try that he started sucking on her nipples, her moaning making him know he was making her feel good. Andrew then carried her to the master bedroom, both of them starting to make out again. He then dropped her on the bed and took off the rest of her dress and heels along with his shirt. He looked down at her and saw she was wearing lace lingerie.

He groaned at the sight “god you look so fucking sexy,” Andrew told her. He then put his head back into her chest and started leaving hickeys again. After he was finished there he started kissing down her stomach and took off her underwear. She felt so good she could not stop moaning the entire time it was like she was drunk on pleasure. Andrew saw how wet she was and could not stop the smile forming on his swollen lips. He then started eating her out making her moan non-stop. She felt something in the pit of her stomach it was not long until she became undone. However, he continued with his actions over stimulating her. She then had her second orgasm screaming out his name, “Oh my god fuck Andrew fuck oh my god yes yes please!” He then came back up for a breath, Sophie took that chance and crawled over to him and started unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pant and boxers. She gave his red swollen tip a few licks and then started licking his shaft. Andrew put a hand on the back of her head and made her start deep throating him, she was gaging because he was more than she had ever had which flared Andrew’s ego. Andrew then started to feel his orgasm build up. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum, you want my cum baby girl?” She nodded her head and then started to massage his balls adding to his pleasure. He then came in the back of her throat. He picked her back up and threw her back on the bead him getting on top of her. He alined his tip at her entrance and looked back at her asking, “are you sure your okay with this?”

“Yes, oh my god please fuck me,” Sophia begged.

He then started to push his shaft into her slowly. Once he finally bottomed in her he gave her a minute to adjust. Once he got the okay from her he started to go in and out of her both of them moaning at the feeling. He started picking up the pace going faster. “Oh, you feel you good inside me!” Sophie moaned and said. Their release was coming soon they both felt that burning heat at the pit of their stomach slowly rising. “Oh god, Andrew I’m gonna oh my god I’m gonna” Sophie could not even finish her sentence she felt so good.

“Go on cum around my cock for me baby,” Andrew told her.

With that, she had finished her wall tightening around him. “Fuck baby are you on the pill?”

“Yes, fill me up.”

That’s was it for him he had filled her up. Both of them were panting basking in the afterglow of what had happened. Andrew then pulled out and pulled her close to him, they both then fell asleep.  

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This is my first time writing smut so if there is anything I can do to make it better please let me know. Thank you for reading if there are any spelling mistakes please let me know. Sorry, it's short. Have a good day!

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