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Can you make a Peter Parker x male reader smut? Where the reader is just a marshmallow, like he is just so emotional and soft. And he is just oblivious all the time, he doesn't know when someone is flirting with him, he just thinks it's a friendly gesture.

Meanwhile, Peter is the jealous, possessive boyfriend, who just wants to protect his boyfriend from any harm, whether it be physical or emotional.

When Peter went to y/n's house to pick him up he sees that y/n was already waiting for him staring out the window, and he just smiles at how cute he is and how happy he got once he saw Peter, and when they went to school, someone tried to flirt with and Peter became touchy with him holding him tight, and y/n noticed and thought that maybe peter just felt extra touchy today. And the flirting kept on going until peter had enough that at the end of the day they went to y/n's room. And Peter showed him what he was feeling the whole day.

Plot twist: the reader is an animal in bed.

Ik this is a very lengthy one but pls bare with me, i just never really seen anyone do this one.

And you can choose whether Andrew's or Tom's peter.

And can you make the smut scene like have a continuation about what happened the extra day at school, or if you don't do smut, just don't put smut just skip to the tomorrow part.

Thank you! And I loved your ikaris x m!reader x druig. It was amazing imo, and godluck!

I didn't include a continuation, but I did include smut. Hope you enjoy, and if you still would like the continuation, just let me know! P.S. I was thinking of Andrew's Peter when I wrote this, but feel free to think of Tom's when you read it :)

Oblivious wasn’t really what you would call it, more like selective awareness. Peter was someone you were always drawn to, from the very first day he walked into class at the beginning of the new semester. Though he had gained your attention, he still managed to catch you off guard.

“This seat taken?” Peter asked, and your look of confusion must have been enough for him to add, “someone took my unofficial assigned seat,” he pointed in the direction to where he formally sat.

“Go ahead,” you smiled at him. A giddiness ran through you when he pulled the chair out and sat down. Though you dreaded going to class, this would now give you something to look forward to.

“What’d you make on the last quiz?” Peter asked, leaning close to you like it was a secret.

You blinked a few times, trying to remember what you had gotten on the quiz you took online the night before, but all you could focus on was how up-close he was to you. His eyes, you learned were almost the same shade of brown as his hair. This close you could also smell the scent of his cologne he must’ve put on before coming to class.

“You smell good,” you said dumbly. Luckily, aside from the two of you, there were only a few other people in the class as it had not yet begun. You shook your head to try and clear your thoughts and closed your eyes to try and focus, “85,” you said after composing yourself and opening your eyes.

Peter looked at you, almost in awe, “I didn’t do too well. Think you could tutor me?” He asked sheepishly.

He seemingly ignored your compliment, which you weren’t sure was a good thing, but you nodded in response, not risking opening your mouth and doing something like making a comment on how brown his eyes were.

You turned away from him to rummage in your bag. There wasn’t really anything you needed, but you still managed to stretch out a few minutes to the task before your professor and the rest of your classmates walked in and the lecture began. You were just grateful you managed not to embarrass yourself in those few minutes.

It was hard to focus. Every movement from Peter took your attention off your professor, and onto him. This new seating situation might not be such a good thing. Thankfully, your class was over before you know it. Even though your attention was mainly on Peter, it helped you not focus on counting down the minutes.

You packed up slowly, trying to calm yourself, while also giving Peter the opportunity to leave before you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Peter scribbling something on a sticky note.

He stood from his new seat and placed the note on your backpack, and waved at you before leaving. You watched him go before looking down at the note. It had his name, his number, and a small postscript down at the bottom: you smell good too.

That was months ago. Not much has changed, you’re still as selectively unaware as you’ve always been, but you and Peter spend a lot more time together.

“This is a date,” you said when you pulled back from the kiss you were just in with Peter. You weren’t really sure if what you were saying was a statement to convince yourself, or if you were asking Peter.

After all, you did just get back from a movie where Peter had opened the door for you. And bought your ticket. And snacks with a drink at the concessions. And held your hand throughout the movie.

“I’d hope so,” Peter kissed down your neck, making you groan when he bit into the skin where your neck met your shoulder. You’re pretty sure you’re right. After all, his tongue, which is now soothing over the mark was just in your mouth.

Peter was a good boyfriend. He would still open the door for you, and hold your hand, but he would also pick you up for class when it worked out for your schedules. You would make out all the time, but that also meant making out in Peter’s car before class.

“I wonder what your neighbors think,” was the first thing Peter said when you got out of his car and you both started your walk to campus.

“Huh?” You asked, brows furrowed.

“You stand in your window looking outside waiting for me when I tell you I’m on the way,” Peter said, grabbing your hand to lace your fingers together.

“They thank me. I’m keeping the neighborhood safe.”

“Are you now? Like their own friendly neighborhood-”

“Hey!” Someone yelled when you walked into one of the buildings. You recognized him as one of your classmates after he jogged up, “hey, what’d you get on the quiz from yesterday?” That question felt familiar.

You glanced at Peter in amusement, taken aback with the sour look on his face, “90,” you said to your classmate.

“Nice!” He held up a hand to high-five you. You winced at the impact, and that’s when Peter let go of your hand to wrap the same hand you were just holding around your waist and pulled you to his side.

Peter was always touchy with you in private, but not like this in public. Yeah, you would make out in his car, but only if you could find a secluded spot. Peter’s public displays of affection would only range from a handhold to a quick peck on the cheek or lips.

It was kind of difficult to walk, but you managed to do so, coming to a stop outside your classroom door. You took comfort in the warm weight of Peter at your side, and before you knew it, you were fighting to stifle a yawn.

“Sleepy?” Your classmate asked.

“I gotta stay up all night and study if I want to ace these quizzes,” you said, leaning further into Peter’s warm side.

“You’re a good student,” your classmate responded, something behind his gaze you couldn’t identify.

“I’m a good boy,” you mumbled, intending to say it low enough just for Peter to hear, but your classmate chuckled darkly, making Peter’s arm tighten around you in an almost suffocating grip.

“I’m going to go get settled,” your classmate gestured to the classroom behind him and walked inside before you could respond.

You looked up at Peter in confusion, but before you could question his behavior, he leaned down for a kiss that was definitely not the small peck you were expecting.

“We are not going to be one of those couples,” you said when you ended the kiss to Peter’s small noise of dismay. You pulled out of his grip, already missing his warmth, “I’ll see you later,” you sent him a smile.

Peter nodded in return, momentarily glaring into the classroom behind you, sending you a quick smile before walking off.

You hated the small tinge of worry that settled in your gut at the way Peter was acting. You wanted to text him about it, but his class would be starting soon, so he likely wouldn’t respond. All you could do was settle into your seat not let your worry grow any greater.

“You okay?” You asked into the soft skin of Peter’s neck when he pulled you into a tight embrace in your bedroom.

“Yeah,” he responded, the roughness of his voice making a shiver go down your spine. You wanted to ask Peter about earlier right when you got home, but he had other ideas, which is how you found yourself almost entirely naked in his lap.

Peter was in the same state of undress. In an almost dizzying flurry of movements, you would both fully naked, and under him. The slick squelch of Peter’s fingers inside you made you moan when they brushed along your prostate.

“Come on, Peter” you whimpered up at him.

He pulled his three fingers from you slowly, before grabbing the condom and rolling it onto his aching cock. He swooped down into a kiss as he slowly pushed inside you, you both groaned into each other’s mouths when he fully bottomed out.

Peter started up a steady rhythm after giving you time to adjust. This definitely wasn’t the first time you two were having sex, but the size of Peter’s cock, especially when it would brush against your prostate could knock the wind out of you.

You ran your fingers through Peter’s messy hair when you threw your head back onto the pillow beneath you and let out a loud moan and Peter dove down to kiss and lick the delicate skin of your neck.

“Mine,” he muttered when he pulled back after sucking a dark bruise into your skin.

You chuckled breathlessly, “that what earlier was about?” You watched as a blush rose up Peter’s face. You pushed at Peter’s hips to flip you both over. His cock still inside you. You ground down onto it with a slow roll of your hips, making Peter moan.

You always liked this, taking charge. It was so easy for Peter to make you go breathless, so it was nice to see him act the same way. You knew your legs would be sore tomorrow, but you didn’t care. You pushed up, almost all the way, till the head of Peter’s cock pushed against the edge of your hole, and went back down. Peter, like you just were, threw his head back into the pillow with a moan.

You placed one hand onto the hot, sweaty skin of his shoulder, before wrapping the other around his neck in a loose grip, “who’s inside me right now?” You asked.

“Me,” Peter groaned out, pushing himself up to wrap an arm around your waist, the other around the back of your neck to pull you into a wet kiss. “All mine,” Peter whispered darkly between your mouths when he pulled back. He placed two hands on each of your ass cheeks, lifting you up slightly so he had room to thrust up into your hole.

You moan out with each slam to your prostate, already approaching your edge. Your stomach felt hot and tight with your approaching orgasm, “love you,” you panted into Peter’s neck, and he slammed up inside you and came with a loud groan.

You came seconds after that, coating both of your chests in cum. “Did you really just cum the moment I said that?” You asked in disbelief.

Peter paused from where he was pressing soft kisses into any of your skin he could reach. He rubbed his nose against yours softly, and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, “love you more,” he whispered. He pulled you down on top of him, and you could swear you could feel his softening cock twitch inside of you, “round two?”

“Gimme a few,” you pressed a soft kiss onto the warm skin of his chest. One of Peter’s hands traced circles into the skin of your back, while the other found its way into your hair. You felt sated and sleepy. Round two would likely have to wait more than a few.

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