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Requesting more dom!peter 😮‍💨🥵

𝗔/N: Your request is my command! (especially since I've been searching for more dom!Peter fics myself and have been failing so I might as well do it my damn self!) Also, yeah, it's been a damn long time lmao. I planned to finish up and release this like 4 months ago. Then a whole bunch of bad shit happened and I kinda gave up on writing for a little bit (outside of school cause I need that damn Bachelor's degree) BUT I've slowly started reading again and that bled into me opening up my drafts and finding this and spending some time with it. If you couldn't tell I had a shit ton of fun with this one...so feel free to check my newly updated Masterlist and request guidelines and send me more requests! The more I get, the more I'm gonna force myself to actually write them. (If you already sent one just know I’m working on it I promise)

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝗧𝗮𝘀𝗺!𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

(heavily inspired by the song with the same title by Adele.) It came up in my shuffle and when I started listening to the lyrics it was just too perfect.

he's so fucking pretty aghhhh (gif not mine)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Tasm!Peter Parker x Vigilante!Fem reader

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5.6k+ (This is my big comeback so I might as well feed yall)

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Peter have been broken up for about 3 years, but when an impromptu visit to your apartment takes a turn...that may no longer be the case...

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 (𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜): SMUT!, lil bit of angst at the end (ex to lovers so ofc), minimal use of y/n, P*rn-with-plot, Reader and Peter are FERAL for each other because of their powers (enhanced senses and all that), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), a lil possessive Peter, oral (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, Peter using his webs to restrain reader (pre-consented ofc), dom!Peter, sub!Reader (bratty at first tho), pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, angel), choking, rough sex, brief spanking, other positions, creampie, etc...

The remaining sunlight of the evening bled through your wide studio apartment windows as you finished folding what was left of your newly washed laundry. The plan for the rest of the evening was simple;

Drink two bottles of wine (knowing that your enhanced metabolism would sober the effects), catch up on a few missing assignments to keep your NYU professors off your ass, then jump into your suit and go patrolling.

It was a familiar routine.

Or at least, it had been...since he left.

Your relationship with him ended during your first year of college. To say it hurt like hell would be an immense understatement.

What hurt the most was the fact that you both gave everything you had to make it work...but long distance can be a bitch.

On that warm Saturday night in May, your ex-boyfriend received a call informing him that he had been accepted into a very prestigious engineering program (with a full-ride scholarship attached) all the way in California.

You applied for the very same program, so you knew just how big of an opportunity it would be. And, in good faith, you pushed him to take the offer.

You both insisted, "we'll make it work," and "we'll video chat and text every day. It'll be fine!"

What a load of horseshit.

It took 6 months for you to both arrive at the conclusion that you couldn't juggle your individual academic loads, your nighttime hero personas, AND a long-distance relationship all at the same time. A three-hour time difference didn't help matters either.

It took a while, but you eventually moved on. You kept your grades up, went on a few dates here and there, and even managed to convince yourself that you were doing fine without him.

Until...

*knock knock knock*

Your head peeked out from the fridge to look where you heard the strong yet hesitant knocks on your front door.

Only a handful of people knew where you lived and you weren't expecting to see any of them today.

Assuming it would be a postal worker or someone along those lines, you swung open the door with a polite smile.

"Hi-"

You felt your voice die in your throat as you locked eyes with the deep brown ones you hadn't seen in three years.

"Peter," his name fell from your lips, barely audible.

"Hi, Y/N," he replied with that awkward grin you knew all too well.

His hair was shorter than the last time you saw him, but from the tight fit of his jacket, you could see that was about the only thing about him that shrunk.

You wanted to actually hit yourself in the head for actually imagining yourself doing many things to his large...meaty...biceps- NO, no, no, no get a grip! a voice of logic sounded in your mind.

You hadn't realized how long you stood there silently sizing him up until he spoke again. "Can I...uh...come in, maybe?"

"Umm...sure," you nervously answered, finally taking note of the small cardboard box he was holding.

As you stepped aside to allow him entrance into your apartment, his familiar scent invaded your sensitive senses.

"Oh God," you muttered under your breath, knowing that he heard you, yet unaware that your scent had basically the same effect on him as well.

"You alright?" he turned and asked you in concern trying to hide the tightening of his jeans with the box he brought.

You nodded way too fast, promptly putting some distance between yourself and him. He hadn't been there for longer than 5 seconds and he was already having an effect on you.

"How've you been?" he questioned you, scratching his neck and actively avoiding eye contact. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently repeating every physics law he could remember in his mind to try to quell his growing erection.

It wasn't working very well.

"I've been fine. You?" you quickly spoke, slightly out of breath.

"I-uh-I'm alright," he shook his head with a tight-lipped smile.

He soon found himself just looking at you. It wasn't a blank stare, no, it was the sort of intense look you unintentionally gave someone when trying to commit every single feature to memory as if you weren't certain when you'd get another chance to.

It was a habit of his you noticed a lot when you were dating. And just as it did back then, it sent chills running rampant down your spine. Not to mention your nipples growing obviously hard behind your large shirt with no bra to hide it.

Peter noticed it immediately and fought back a smile, which you glimpsed.

"Why are you here, Peter?" you decided to get down to business before your body betrays you any further.

The brunette let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before actually coming up with an answer. "I wanted to drop these off," he placed the small box on your kitchen counter.

Your eyes immediately narrowed. "You could have mailed it. Or you could've just dropped it at the door and then left. So why are you really here Peter?" you would have felt worse about your tone if you weren't so bothered.

Why the hell did he feel the need to suddenly show up and make you start feeling things you swore you wouldn't feel for him again?

Peter took a deep breath. "Aunt May called me last week. She's not doing too good. So, I came back to help take care of her."

You felt your stomach sink at his words. While you both dated, May grew to be like a second mother to you. You had no idea she was sick.

"Oh shit Peter-I'm so sorry," you crossed the room to engulf him in a hug, despite your initial reaction to his visit.

Peter immediately accepted your hug and found the anxiety in his body dissipating soon after. Your hugs tended to have that effect on him.

He couldn't stop himself from deeply inhaling and drawing in your hair's familiar scent when he wrapped his hands around your clothed waist.

A few seconds passed before you released each other, with you also savoring the feel of his body against you and the way how your skin lit up with goosebumps though there was a thin layer of clothing separating his hands from you.

"I was just cleaning up my old room at May's and I found some of your stuff so I figured I'd drop by and..."

You nodded in understanding and walked over to where he placed the box.

It was mostly filled with old t-shirts, tools, and gadgets from days when you would sleep over at Peter's or stop by to help each other with school projects.

"Thanks," you sent him a smile as you closed the box.

Your smile warmed Peter's heart. It was actually his second favorite thing about you, after your hugs of course. "Yeah, you're welcome," he smiled back, running his hand through his hair. It was a mess by now, but you still wanted to run your hands through it…or maybe even pull on it-

"Sorting through some of this stuff made me realize how much I...missed you," he said, his tone growing more assured.

Thankfully, you were still facing away from him, not giving him the chance to catch the pained expression that briefly crossed your face.

But you could feel him slowly approaching your frozen figure and found your body silently reacting in ways it shouldn't be, yet again. "Do you miss me?" he asked, his voice heavy.

You held back the urge to scream "Yes!" because admitting that out loud would be taking 3 steps backward.

Admitting that you missed him would be undoing all the work and tears you put into moving on from him and the hopes and dreams you had for a life with him.

Admitting that you missed him would mean giving in to the part of you that thought back to your most intimate moments with him when you touched yourself.

And admitting that you missed him would mean letting him back into the four-cornered box you had locked yourself in for the past 3 years.

But, with every step closer that he took, your resolve disappeared that much faster.

"You okay?" he called for your attention.

Your sharp intake of oxygen brought a tense silence over the room when you turned to face him and realized that he stood close enough for your lips to nearly brush his.

"Peter, I-" you tried to form words, but then you saw his lust-filled brown eyes lower to your lips.

And that was all it took for the last of your self-control to disappear.

"Damn it," you mumbled once you realized what was about to happen.

Before Peter could question your outburst, you found yourself latching onto his jacket lapels and pulling him down to meet your lips.

It took mere milliseconds for Peter to react. After all, he had been thinking about doing this since you swung open the door and looked up at him with those eyes of yours.

His large calloused hands took hold of the sides of your face as you clashed in a heap of teeth and tongue. It was desperate and feverish but it was perfect.

It was a language only you and Peter seemed to master, even now after three years apart.

Your lips moved swiftly against his, eager to taste more and more of him with each passing second. You felt him press his growing bulge flush against you, causing a pathetic whine to involuntarily tumble from your lips and a smirk to find its way onto his.

"I did miss you," you softly spoke, "but we can't do this Peter," the logical part of your brain made an appearance, though you kept peppering his lips with kisses.

As his lips moved to your neck, Peter's hands slid down to your ass where he effortlessly lifted your legs off the ground and up around his waist. The feeling of his hands against the bare skin of your thighs garnered yet another moan from you.

"You don't sound so sure angel," you felt him smirk against your heated skin.

You hadn’t heard that nickname in years yet it sent small chills down your spine for the second time that night.

A mumbled curse slipped your lips when he nipped a particular spot below your ear. That was definitely gonna leave a mark.

You soon gathered the strength to pull Peter's hungry lips away from your body, swinging your arms around his neck to hold yourself up.

"We can’t go back from this, you know that right?" you spoke, the both of you panting from the effects of the last minute.

"I don't wanna go back," Peter shook his head, "I wanna fuck you, right here, right now," his lips immediately found yours before his words could fully resonate.

This caught you by surprise which allowed Peter to slip his tongue between your lips.

As his taste continued to flood your senses, you felt yourself grow alarmingly wet.

Peter knew it too because he slowly pulled back and smirked down at you. "I could smell you from the moment I walked in here. Glad to see three years hasn't changed the way your body reacts to me, angel," he accompanied his words with a quick slap to your ass.

His slap and the familiar pet name left you a moaning mess. Just like he knew it would.

A lovely laugh left Peter's mouth before his lips met yours again.

He walked your entangled bodies over to the kitchen counter without breaking the sloppy kiss.

Peter used one hand to blindly clear the counter and place you on it, which sent your box of things flying toward the floor.

Not that either of you cared.

"Too much clothes," you were barely able to say in between kisses.

You followed up by shoving Peter's jacket off his shoulders which fell to your hardwood floors with a thud. He immediately got the message and got rid of his t-shirt as well.

A shameless whimper left your lips at the sight of his very toned muscles. You easily maneuvered Peter's body closer to you and began kissing and sucking his neck and every other available inch of skin just as you had pictured earlier, making sure to leave a few purple bruises in your wake.

“You’re killing me here baby,” Peter harshly swallowed, his eyes sliding closed as you continued to have your way with his chest.

"Wouldn't be a terrible way to die though, right?" you mumbled between lovebites and licks. You felt like an animal in heat but you just couldn't get enough of him, the occasional flex of his muscles with each slither of your tongue and his deep groans only egging you on more.

The taste of his skin alone could've made you cum easily.

But the same could be said for Peter as the feel of your tongue slithering all along his chest had him practically creaming his pants then and there.

Fucking enhanced senses, he cursed inwardly.

“Alright, ease up pretty girl,” he reluctantly grabbed your head, detaching your swollen lips from his body.

“Your turn,” he tugged at the hem of your top.

You quickly pulled off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare top half to him.

He spared no time in cupping your breasts with his eager hands. "Fuck, I missed you so much," he mumbled.

"Me, or my boobs?" you jokingly raised a brow at him.

"Definitely both," he grinned, bringing his mouth down to your tits.

As his tongue made contact with the soft mounds, you loudly moaned and wrapped your fingers in his unruly tangle of hair.

He switched between nipping and sucking on your nipples, in the way he knew you liked, while his free hand pinched and squeezed the other.

"Just like that Peter fuck-" hearing his name fall from your lips drove Peter insane.

His tongue flicked your sensitive nipples harder, and his eager sucking pleased you to no end.

Peter eventually pried himself away from your supple breasts, remembering the other parts of you he wanted to worship, and brought his hands to rest on the sides of your head. Your lips connected once more in a delicate kiss.

Though you knew what lay ahead for the evening, you were both perfectly content with each other's lips at the moment, just enjoying the constant waves of pleasure from the intimate contact.

But it wasn't long before the kiss grew heated and you tried to take control. Peter, however, wasn't giving you a chance.

"I leave for three years and you think you're hot shit, huh," he smirked.

"Why don't you ask the guy I fucked on this counter last week," you retorted, knowingly riling him up.

"Don't say shit like that, it's not funny," he nearly growled as his grip on your ass grew more forceful.

You secured your grip on his hair before pressing a small kiss on the side of his lips. "Gimme a reason to shut up then," you challenged him.

“Trust me, I will,” Peter grabbed your hands from his hair and forced them to your sides. His movements were swift as he laid you flat on your counter and ripped your thong off your body.

There he is, you smiled to yourself. This is the Peter you wanted to fucking ruin you.

You felt his face ghost your drenched opening as he deeply inhaled your scent. "You smell fucking delicious baby," he praised you, his mouth actually watering at the thought of tasting you.

A genuine smile found its way onto your face but morphed into a gasp when Peter teasingly ran his tongue up your sensitive slit.

"You taste even better," he added, using his strong arms to bring your thighs closer to his head. He wanted to tease you but it was getting harder to resist the urge to dive right into your heat like a man starved.

"Holy shit," you all but screamed as he briefly nipped at your swollen clit before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

His grip on your thighs combined with the ministrations of his tongue was pure bliss.

You attempted to slip your hands in his hair once more, but found that they were suddenly held in place against your counter by two of his webs.

Your eyes briefly widened at the feel of the rough, sticky material against your wrists, not having felt it in a few years. Back then, you expressed to Peter your desire to engage in some bondage, but being the daughter of a super soldier, it was clear that no rope or wire would be able to hold you. Peter's webs became the next best choice.

"That's not fair," you pouted, though it melded into a moan as Peter continued to suck and lick between your glistening folds.

The sounds of Peter devouring you resounded through the small apartment.

"I'm close Pete," you whined, your chest heaving in arousal.

Peter decided to focus his tongue on your eager bundle of nerves while he slowly inserted two fingers into your pussy. He instantly curled the digits causing you to briefly squirm at the sudden pressure against your G-spot.

"More," you begged, and Peter delivered, adding another finger inside of you. He immediately sped up his motion inside of you, making sure his fingers gauged that spongy spot to drive you over the edge with each thrust inside of you.

“That feels so fucking good, Peter, oh my God," you loudly moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, calling forth an orgasm with no warning.

You repeatedly bucked against Peter's face as you came, white-hot pleasure filling your veins. Peter locked onto your stare, still skillfully working his fingers in and out of you, loving the way you constantly clenched around his fingers.

"Jesus fucking Christ," your legs jerked when Peter dove in and drank every ounce of slick you had to give while still fucking you with his fingers.

With his face now damp of your juices, Peter looked up to meet your blissed-out eyes. "Gimme one more, angel," he placed a soft kiss on your thighs, "I know you can do it for me."

You would do anything to keep Peter's mouth between your legs.

So, you eagerly nodded in response before taking a deep breath in preparation for another onslaught.

You didn't have to wait long.

Peter’s tongue went to work on your glistening hole while his fingers fiddled with your overstimulated clit. And, within minutes, your thighs were trapping Peter's head as an even bigger orgasm rocked you again, the borderline pornographic sounds leaving your lips shooting straight to his hardened cock.

Peter seemed perfectly fine with staying between your legs all night, but you had other plans.

"Pete, I need you inside me," you begged, tears of pleasure leaking from your eyes.

He rose from beneath you and climbed up to free your hands from his webs. "I know, baby, I know," he softly replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips and using his hands to soothe your reddened wrists. Your own taste on his tongue flooded your senses which made you even more desperate.

Peter obliged, slipping out of his sweatpants and sliding his girth between your folds. He used one hand to hold himself up above you on the counter, and the other to slowly guide his dick into you.

You both shared a long moan as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, your wetness making it way too easy.

He held still for a few seconds, waiting for you to adjust and give the all clear for him to move.

Eagerness guided your words. “Fuck me, please.”

Peter set a brutal pace, knowing you were more than capable of handling it. Satisfied cries left your chest as you dragged your nails along Peter’s back, hard enough to leave trails.

“You can take it, pretty girl, I know you can,” he groaned as he continued to pound into you, trying desperately not to blow his load with the way you were constantly clenching around him and marking his back.

You tried to reply, but all that you could form were sloppy moans and broken syllables.

“Oh look at you, drunk on my cock already?” he teased with a particularly hard slam that prodded your cervix, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Pleasure-filled cries mingled with words continued to fall from your lips as Peter gently moved a few fallen strands of hair behind your ear with a hand. "-feels so fucking perfect," you muttered, your lips curved into a drunken smile.

Peter reached down and pinched one of your nipples, gaining a loud whimper from you. “I love hearing you make those pretty sounds for me baby,” his strokes grew harder and deeper.

“All for you, Pete, all for you,” you panted as he fucked into you, the delicious smell and sound of sex lingering in the air.

Peter used a hand to wrap around your throat before using the other to reach down and fiddle with your aching clit.

The combination of Peter’s dick hitting that perfect spot, his fingers massaging your clit, and the lack of air from his hand around your neck was making you dizzy and overstimulated.

You fucking loved it.

“God, I missed you,” you spoke breathlessly.

He moved closer to kiss you briefly and tenderly. “I missed you too, baby.”

No amount of time could take away his knowledge on how to please you, how to get you like this with ease, not when you were all he thought about for years on end.

Peter pressed a quick kiss to your forehead then continued to fuck you on your kitchen counter.

"I'm gonna cum again baby, right fucking there," you moaned out.

Peter's grip on your neck grew tighter. "Not yet, don't you cum until I tell you to sweetheart," he commanded you, removing his fingers from your clit.

A frustrated groan rumbled in your chest as you forced yourself to sustain your orgasm.

"Don't pout," he smirked.

And before you could realize it, Peter had pulled out of you and effortlessly flipped you onto your stomach.

A hand soon gripped your hair, yanking you up against his chest and eliciting a pitiful whine from you.

"Tell me what you want,” Peter commanded, using his free hand to strike your ass. Hard.

You whimpered again at the sting of his slap. “I need you inside me. Please,” you pleaded.

He seized your hair harsher and leaned forward for his lips to graze against your ears. “Beg.”

A small whine left your lips at his words. You were so desperate you didn’t even care how embarrassing this would be in retrospect. “I need to cum, Peter. Please baby you're the only one who can make me cum.”

Peter pressed a kiss to your neck, nearly causing you to lose your footing. And he soon complied by ramming himself back into you.

“Oh my Fuck-“ you cried before biting your lip, suddenly aware that you had neighbors.

But Peter pulled his cock from your heat, with just the tip remaining, before roughly slamming into you, his hips slamming against your ass with the motion. “Come on, lemme hear you angel.”

He repeated the action, knocking the air out of your chest, “Peter!” your hands gripped the sides of your counter with such force you were sure you felt it crack under your grasp.

Peter caught wind of this and freed your hair before using his hands to pull your hands behind your back. "You're so perfect baby," he mumbled in your ear, continuing to brutally fuck you from behind, "So fucking beautiful with my cock inside you."

"I can't hold it anymore," you cried, "I need to cum, Peter, please."

With that whiny tone and those overstimulated tears to top it off, Peter couldn't deny you any longer. "Let it all out for me sweetheart. Cum for me," he littered your shoulders with kisses.

Your eyes slammed shut as your walls contracted around his cock, pleasure shooting through you and rocking you on a seemingly cellular level. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, unable to form a sound from the satisfied tremors attacking your nerves. The intensity of your finish is one only brought on when Peter fucked you and it was damn near cosmic.

"Shit," you groaned in relief, your long-awaited climax passing.

Peter slowed his movements inside of you and released your hands. "You did so good for me angel," he pushed your hair aside and kissed your neck, trying to stave off his own orgasm for a little while longer.

Aftershocks rocked your body while Peter continued sporadically moving inside of you, yet you couldn't get enough. Your body was more than ready to keep taking whatever he dished out.

Peter didn't need to read your mind to see that, but he needed to make sure. His lips kept up their onslaught on your neck as he softly spoke, "You wanna keep going?"

"Hell yes," you panted with a grin that he couldn't fully see, "You still haven't cum yet, and my bed is still fully made."

Happy with your response, Peter gave your ass a sharp smack. "That's my girl."

He pulled out of you and turned your body to face him, smiling at the sight of your fucked out face. "Three orgasms and a handful of tears later and you're still the most beautiful girl in the world," he held you by the sides of your face.

His words left you reeling, causing a slight blush to dust your cheeks and butterflies to swirl within your stomach.

Before you could form a response, Peter leaned down to kiss you. He soon hoisted up your legs around his waist, preparing to escort you to your bed as per your own demands.

As he looked around for the bed's location, you took advantage of his momentary distraction and latched your lips onto his neck, reapplying the bruises you left there that were slowly fading already.

Peter was the happiest man on earth as he walked over to your bed, his cock prodding your soaked entrance, and your lips ravaging his neck.

He carefully sat on the edge of your bed, with you now on his lap and your legs still around him. You expected him to ease his length back into you but he slowly brought your head down to meet his intense stare.

You carefully wrapped your hands around his shoulders to keep yourself up, the silence in the room growing deafening.

You could tell from his eyes that he desperately wanted to say something, and you wondered if it was the same thing you had been considering as well.

But you were both aware of what saying those words would mean for your broken relationship and simply settled for smiles instead.

Peter brought a hand up to lay your forehead against his, allowing your breathing to momentarily sync.

"You ready for me?" he questioned you with a hand at the nape of your neck to hold your head against his.

You immediately nodded in response causing his own head to shake in time with yours. A small laugh was shared between you both as your nose continued to brush his own.

"You're adorable," you said before you could stop yourself.

That stupid full-toothed grin that you hadn't seen in a while soon spread across his beautiful face at your words, gaining another laugh from you.

"Last round?” you eventually pleaded with a smile.

"Anything for you," Peter replied, meaning it in every way. Adoration littered his stare as he slowly lowered you onto his length.

A satisfied mewl slipped your lips at the familiar feel of him.

The slow drag of his cock in and out of you, while he rocked your hips back and forth to grind on him, had your bottom lip sucked between your teeth with eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure.

But Peter wanted to see it all. He wrapped a hand around your neck and forced you to meet his dilated eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

His soft yet stern tone caused you to swallow back a moan as you continued to move on his girth.

He then slapped your ass with his free hand, silently urging you to move faster.

You leaned down and quickly kissed his lips before happily obliging, now beginning to bounce in his lap, chasing your next climax.

“There you go angel, just like that,” Peter’s stare never wavered.

Peter furiously fucked up into you, your moans and the constant smack of skin on skin filling the apartment.

His other hand which never left your throat now squeezed it harder. “Fuck!” You were barely able to moan out as your breasts bounced with your every move.

“Shit, you’re gripping me like a vice,” Peter groaned, his crude pace never faltering though his orgasm was closer than ever.

Your bed creaked under the onslaught of your bodies, but neither of you payed it any attention only having one goal in mind.

“One more time,” Peter planted his feet on the ground to get a better angle, "Need you to cum on my cock one more time."

But from the broken pacing of his hips to the strong furrow of his brow, you could tell he was close too. “Together?” You breathlessly suggested, grasping the nape of his neck with your hands.

Peter nodded in agreement before engulfing your chest and back with his arms, pulling you closer to his body.

Your breaths mingled, eyes focused on nothing except each other as his grip on your upper body allowed him to help you ride him even faster.

"Yes, Pete, oh my God-" pleas, curses, and moans tumbled from your lips as your skin buzzed at your incoming release.

"There you go, cum for me," Peter's voice grew strangled as his hips stuttered below you.

"Fuck," you wailed, your finish hitting you like a freight train and your pussy leaking into Peter's length.

The intense clench of your walls around him was all it took for Peter to explode with a groan, his pace faltering with that final pump.

"Holy shit baby," he panted, his cum painting your walls in spurts.

His firm hold on your body brought you collapsing on your bed together, satisfied and smiling.

And, for what felt like hours, you lay there in his arms. But of course, your thoughts began to run rampant.

Peter could damn near hear your thoughts spiraling.

"I don't regret this," he suddenly broke the silence you had elapsed into, "Do you?"

"Peter I-...I don't know," you freed yourself from his hold and sat up to look at him.

His brows furrowed at your response, hurt briefly flashing across his features.

"I loved you," you spoke, "I loved you more than anything."

"I know. I loved you too," Peter nodded with a small smile.

"And I will never blame you for leaving. Ever," you slipped a hand in his own and squeezed briefly.

"But?"

Your eyes stung with tears threatening to fall. "What happened to us, it damn near destroyed me, Peter. And it took so so long to put myself back together."

Peter swallowed harshly at your words.

"And then here you come, waltzing in here, fucking my brains out and making me feel things," you lowered your head, looking away from him.

You heard Peter move closer to you before feeling him lift your chin to face him again. His expression wasn't as disappointed as you'd expected, just confused. "Spit it out. I know you're holding something back."

"Why'd you come back here and-and do all this? Reminding me of what we had when you know you're gonna be gone again in the next few weeks?" you felt your voice shrink to a broken whisper.

Peter used his thumb to wipe away a lone tear that fell from your eye, his previously puzzled look now morphing into a smirk. There was obviously something he wasn't telling you.

You sniffled and lightly hit Peter's shoulder. "Well, now it's your turn bug face, spit out whatever you're hiding!"

You received no answer other than Peter leaning forward and pressing a deep kiss against your lips. You eagerly accepted and returned the spontaneous action but were left even more confused when he pulled away.

"That wasn't an answer," you arched a brow at Peter.

"I'm not going anywhere," he smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm moving back to New York, or already moved, technically," he began to explain.

Your mouth opened and closed in shock as your brain fumbled for a response and came up inconclusive.

"I'm gonna finish out the school year online and stay here to take care of Aunt May. I mean it, baby, I'm not going anywhere," he grinned, watching tears of joy fall from your eyes.

"This better not be some sick fucking joke Peter, I swear to God," you pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"Can you shut up and just come here?"

You couldn't help but laugh as you obliged and grabbed Peter's neck before pulling him in for another kiss, your face still wet from tears and a smile almost permanently etched onto your face.

You pulled away but sank into his open arms. You relished how securely he held you. "I'm so happy," you said aloud, truly meaning it for the first time in a long time, though it was only meant to be an inner thought.

Peter kissed your forehead and looked down to meet your eyes, "I'll never stop making you happy, Y/N."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.12

Part T W E L V E

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im alive, still! ((thankfully)) here is chapter 12 for yall ! its a bit steamy so, sexual warning (?) i guess. brace yourselves, bc this was something beyond me. hope you guys enjoy ! :] x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

I M A G I N E

Tokyo, 23:40 P.M.

“The parties here in Tokyo are amazing!” Taka, the lead singer of One OK Rock, gushed. He, along with his band mates, were touring you guys down Tokyo, the busiest and biggest city in the world (though it still fights that title with the Big Apple). The tall buildings were brightly lit with screens of commercials and Japanese icons. You couldn’t help but become fascinated with it.

“I love the clothing they sell here!” You squeaked. The boys let you go shopping right after the concert, allowing you to fantasize over the clothing. You were able to purchase this white t-shirt with a Pikachu outline on it in black. Over it, you bought a gray kimono with camellia flowers on it. As for your pants, you got a regular pair of black pants with this pastel red heels with full wedges. They were comfy, cute, and ornate with flowers.

“So I see,” Taka said with a soft smile. “Might I say, you look very beautiful in our fashion, Y/N.” You blushed at Taka’s kind words, having Calum growl a bit as he held your waist tighter. “We’re going to one of the nicest hotel in Tokyo– the Park Hotel.”

“The party is going to be totally sick!” Michael entertained as he slide his guitar to his front. He began to tune his acoustic a bit while everyone walked and talked. You were curious at Michael as everybody crossed the street to the next block. “Y/N, we’re actually collaborating in a song with these guys.”

“Really? All 8 of you guys are singing 1 song together?”

“It’s not like we dominate the song,” Ashton says as he weaved his hands together to hold it behind his head. “But we sing the second verse and harmonize with them. We also helped write it since we’re signed together.”

“I’d figure you guys would have 12 since you’re also signed alongside Hey Violet,” you teased.

“Yeah, but they were busy,” Calum quickly responded. You shrugged, taking this excuse as Michael tested all the strings so the chords were right.

“Let’s sing a bit of it for her, yeah?” Michael asked happily, having all 8 boys nod as they stopped and formed a circle. You wound up being placed in the middle of them, for some reason. But you watched as Michael counted down before strumming. “At the second chorus, guys!”

“Can you hear me? I’m tryna hear you!” Taka sang, staring straight into your eyes as you watched him sing. “Silences strikes like a hurricane–” everybody joined in to harmonize, having you fascinated at how loud and strong they sounded.

“Take what you want, take what you want and go.” Luke began singing after the chorus, repeating the same lyrics as he tapped his foot. His voice was strong and a bit tired from the concert, but it was still as lovely as ever.

“Still remember a time when you felt like home?” You turned to find Michael singing, watching as he strummed passionately. His green eyes were locked on yours as he sang beautifully. No matter what, there was nothing that could exhaust that boy.

“Can you hear me? I’m tryna hear you–silence strikes like a hurricane!” You turned to hear Ashton singing, having him pat your head with his large hand. “I’m singing for you, you’re screaming at me! It’s hard to see your tears in the pouring rain!” All the boys then began harmonizing in ‘oh’ as you watched them sing.

“Finish it, Calum!” Luke encouraged, having you turn over to your boyfriend. He offered his hands out, having you take them as Michael slowed his strumming pace. He looked into your eyes with his almond ones, seeing the adoration flow out of them.

“Take what you want, take what you want and go…” Calum sang, having you blush before he went to plant a kiss on your forehead. Before you all knew it, people around you were clapping ecstatically. Several fans were going insane as their phones flashed several photos of you guys.

“This is why we don’t randomly perform on the sidewalk, Michael!” Ashton somewhat scolded the bleach-haired boy, receiving a sheepish smile from him before going to take a selfie. You giggled as Calum placed his chin on your head with one arm wrapped around you.

“Let’s have a lot of fun, okay?” Calum asked softly, his hands cupping your cheeks to turn your head to face him. You watched as he leaned his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. There was a sudden twinkle in his almond ones, having you blush from his wild intensity.

“O-okay…” you whispered, having Calum smile to get one out of you as well.

23:55 P.M.

“5SOS and One OK Rock has entered the building!” Taka announced as you all stood in front of the open doorway. You were all on the top floor, which is known to have several pools, amazing service, and the best view of Tokyo. Plus, it was rumored that someone had a stage installed in the Penthouse Suite just for the party.

“The guests of honor are here!” Someone shouted into a mic, having you giggle while watching the boys cheer right in front of you. You’ve watched them grow from those losers in the garage to rock stars on stages all over the world. Your eyes were threatening to create tears until you felt a tug upon your hand.

“Huh?” You hummed, looking to see Calum glance at you from the front.Before he can speak, his phone suddenly began to ring. You watch as he fished out his phone and took a second to look before hanging it up. He then looked back at you again, his gaze kind and inviting.

“C’mon,” Calum beckoned softly. “Let’s go in and party.”

Tonight by the Jonas Brothers began to blast through the suite as everybody was having a ball. People were playing all sorts of games like beer pong and taking several body shots. It was insane how energetic this party was in comparison to Niall’s back in Dublin.

“Y/N, baby, let me take a few shots off you!” Calum was beyond wasted. It was completely different from Niall’s party. He was practically swinging around with back to back beers, having you worry over his health. But he seemed to be having a blast, and you didn’t want to spoil it.

“Okay,” you obliged, having him quickly pick you up to lay you down on the table by the living room. One of the many living rooms, anyways. You blushed as Calum slowly lifted your shirt up right before your breasts. Flushing, you watch as a mere stranger comes over and pours Vodka into your belly button. Moving away, you watch as Calum gives your belly a hungry lip lick with eagerness in his eyes.

“Are you ready, princess?” Calum cooed seductively, having you jump from his lust as he suddenly latched his lips around your belly button. His tongue dipped into your belly button first, tracing circles in it as the Vodka spilled out a bit. But, he soon began sucking, the liquid being taken from your belly button. You couldn’t help but feel turned on by his suckage upon your stomach. Your skin was bound to turn red as he was sucking like he’d do when giving hickies.

“Yeah, Hood!” People cheered him on as you shut your eyes embarrassingly. Although you trusted Calum, you couldn’t help but shy up from all the eyes locked on you. You suddenly felt the heat of his mouth disappear, indicating he unlatched his lips. You open your eyes, seeing as Calum gives your belly a kiss before looking over at you and giving you a wink.

“Isn’t my girlfriend just beautiful?” Calum slurred, draping his shoulder carelessly on another person as he pointed at you. “Look at her– she’s as red as an apple! My new favorite fruit is her right now.”

“Can we take a shot off her?” Another boy, fairly handsome, requested from your Maori king. Calum gave him a stupid face, looking immensely sour at the man who suddenly got nervous.

“Ask me that ever again, and nobody will be able to recognize you after this party,” Calum threatened with a growl, having the man put his hands up while shyly escaping the crowd. The people around nervously chuckled as Calum pulled down your shirt and helped you sit up.

“Please don’t get violent, okay?” You softly spoke to Calum, pushing yoru face against his chest as you wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his arms around you in return, causing warmth in the loving embrace. The brace felt like it lasted years, but it came to a quick end when someone was yelling that Luke Hemmings was dancing his drunk heart out.

“Oh fuck, Luke is dancing? This is the end of the world, honestly,” Calum snorts as he grabs your hand and leads you towards the source everybody was running to. Before you knew it, you were introduced to a side of Luke you’ve never seen before.

On a large, runway stage, stood the blonde boy with blue eyes. His blouse-like shirt flowed with his movements while his skinny jeans restricted them. But nonetheless, he was moving in ways that you’d never imagine you’d ever see before. Luke was all smiles and pure energy in his eyes as he shook his ass on that stage.

“Holy shit!” Calum exclaimed, letting out a laugh as he brought the both of you closer to the stage. Luke was dancing to Applause by Lady Gaga, having you cup your mouth to cover your laughter. He began clapping as he walked down the stage, having everybody clap with him as he sang the song without a mic.

“I live for the applause, applause, applause– I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause!” Luke shouted as he clapped his hands strongly together. “Live for the way that you cheer ‘n scream for me, the applause, applause, applause–!”

“Luke is something else,” you let out a sigh as you dropped your head in your hand with pure defeat.

24:32 P.M.

Several people took a stab at this new Lip Sync Battle they created at the party. You thought it was absolutely silly, but loved the happy vibe they gave off from being so carefree. You then stopped giggle when Calum rushed on the stage and declared it his turn.

“Calum, please–!” You tried, but Calum was far too drunk and glowing to even dare pay attention.

“What song, mate?” The DJ called out.

“Imma take Grind On Me!” Calum cheered, having the large crowd cheer with him. Before you knew it, you were being pushed forward to the stage as more people began packing the area. As soon as someone heard that Calum was performing, the party shifted from the other areas to see your Maori boy perform solo.

“Your boyfriend is crazy, you know that?” You heard in your ear, turning to find Michael right by your side. He gave you a playful smirk before diverting his green eyes back to his band mate. “He’s really doing this…”

“Trust me, I can’t believe it either,” you say quietly, smiling widely as you watched Calum beckon at someone for something. Before you knew it, a chair was crowd-surfing, making it to the stage as Calum reached to grab it. “What the fuck is he doing?”

Calum sets up the chair at the front center of the stage, which is where you were stood by. He straightened it to perfection, dusting off the cushion before declaring it perfect. He then scanned the crowd, spotted you, and beckoned you over with his index finger.

“E-eh?” You squeaked, pointing at yourself as a spotlight was shined on you. Everybody around you backed up and moved away to allow you to go to the stage. You turned to Michael, who offered his hand to you to guide you. Shyly, you take the tips of his fingers and allowed him to take you.

“Let loose and have fun,” Michael assured with a smile, as he grabbed your waist and lifted you on the stage. Calum grabbed your hands as he did, helping you safely on the stage as you stood above everybody around.

“Sit down, m’lady,” Calum seductively purred in your ear, feeling a sudden shudder trickle down your spine. With you practically froze, Calum grabbed your shoulders and sat you down on the chair. Once you were sat, Calum bent down to put his lips near your ear. You suddenly felt a nip at your earlobe, having your heart stop immediately. “Enjoy the show, love.”

Speechless, you wait as the music begins to play and Calum was already starting his drunk improvisation. As the beginning music plays, Calum swayed his hips a bit before standing to your right. You watched in awe as he extends his other leg to the other side of you and slowly takes a seat on your lap.

Baby grind on me

Relax your mind, take your time with me

His crotch was firmly placed upon yours, having you flush up immediately. But Calum refused to let you hide it, as he grabbed your chin and directed your face towards his. You locked eyes with him as you felt his hardening cock grind into your crotch.

Let me get deeper shorty, ride on me

Now come and sex me til yo’ body gets weak

You never thought Calum was able to move like this. He swayed his hips like he’s been dancing all his life in pure secrecy. The way he moved them along with the beat was far too sexy than you could ever imagine. And feeling his hardening dick against you, you could feel yourself get hotter each time he grinds.

His hands escape to grabs the wooden part of the backrest of the chair as he begins to grind harder. You snapped out of your frozen state to quickly grab his waist with your hands. You could hear the crowd go insane, with flashes going off and videos likely being taken. But you didn’t mind, and you doubted that Calum did, too.

“Mmph, baby…” he moaned into your ear, feeling your body grow goosebumps all over. You took over at his face to see his cheeks flushed, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his almond eyes full of lust. You could hear his panting by your ear, hearing it so raw and raspy that you thought it’d be the death of you.

But then again, everything Calum did was the end of you.

Quickly, as the chorus repeated itself, Calum removed himself from your lap, having circulation return in them. He swiftly walked over behind you and gently took the chair to lay it down on the stage. With you still in it, you found your torso lying down with your legs up and bent. Screams emerged even louder this time as Calum put his legs on either side of you again, but with his knees now on the stage.

His crotch was now pressed against your lower belly, while still managing to be able to dig into your cave. You looked up, fully blushing, as Calum stared at you with this incredible intensity. You could see him sweating, both from being turned on as well as the energy he was putting in for this. But you could tell that he was not planning to stop anytime soon.

“You drive me insane like this, babygirl,” Calum spoke softly to you, his eyes dimming a bit as he stared at you. The both of you were practically panting, him from his grinding and you from being the one receiving the grinding. You then watch as Calum began to bite his bottom lip and biting off some dried skin.

Without breaking the gaze, you took out your lip balm and took a dollop of it out. With the lubricant on your index finger, you reach up and wipe it slowly along his bottom lip. From left… to right… It felt smooth, like smearing butter on soft bread. Calum’s breath halted from your gentle touch, having him suddenly grab your wrist. The tip of your finger was still lightly touching his bottom lip.

“Do you like touching my lips, baby?” Calum asked, only audible to you as you looked into his brown eyes.

“Yes…” you practically breathed that confirmation out, feeling your cheeks burn with blood. He quickly sits up a bit and grabs the both of your wrists. You watch as he rose his crotch from your body and slammed your hands down on the stage. It was still overwhelming to you to think that he was doing this in front of so many people.

“Do you like my lips against yours?” Calum growled, lowering his face down to you as he lightly brushes his nose on yours.

“Y-yes…”

“Do you want them on yours right now?”

“Pl-please…” Before you knew it, he smashed his lips against yours graciously. You could feel your strawberry lip balm get smeared upon your lips as he kissed you hungrily. Even the flavor was dropping into your tongue as he broke into your mouth with his. You let him dominate as you were far too turned on and weak to even try.

As he kissed you, you felt him pull back slightly. Not all the way, but enough to know that his lips weren’t desperately smashed on your lips. Squinting with one eye, you watch as Calum rose his left leg cautiously. He was balancing himself with his right as he brought his foot between your legs against the seat of the chair. With one motion, he quickly pushes it away, allowing your legs to fall stretched out and flat on the stage.

The crowd was eating this performance up, having your heart pound even faster. It was practically hammering against your chest as Calum brought his crotch back down to yours. His dick was rock hard, feeling it very easily upon your oozing flower. You desperately wanted him, feeling his boner just as desperate to be inside you.

“F-fuck–!” Calum growled, pulling his lips away from yours as he tried to grind on you deeper. You tried closing the desperate cause for no friction as you bucked your crotch against his. He cursed a bit again, having you writhe under him from how sexy he sounded. Finding this pleasantly repetitive, you finally noticed that the song was only a repetition of the chorus.

“Calum! Calum! Calum!” The crowd chanted his name, encouraging his sexual movements being used upon you. But you noticed Calum growing tired, seeing as this performance should come to an end. You wrap your arms around his moist, hot neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. He takes note of the indication and stands up with you clinging onto him.

With Calum back on his feet, you placed yours on the stage. You were suddenly pulled in for a warm hug, feeling Calum’s pants upon your chest as he embraced you. As the music slowly faded away, all you could hear was the incredible loudness of applause and cheers for you and Calum.

“Um, wow!” Demi Lovato suddenly came to the both of you on stage with a mic. She was looking gorgeous, as usual. You couldn’t even get starstruck due to how much shock you were from Calum. “Where the hell did that come from, Calum?”

As Demi handed Calum the mic, he held it to his mouth and simply stood there. Whistles and cheers were still being chanted as Calum looked at the crowd. He touched the microphone to his lips, and slightly parted them. But before he can utter any words, a sudden hiccup emerged from his mouth.

You couldn’t help but giggle as everybody else joined in the laughter.

this was… steamy. fuck, okay. please tell me whatcha think, loves? tell me right here aha xx thank you all for this amazing support during this crazy time in my life rn. i appreciate the patience and the support from yall bc ik i dont deserve but i really love it so much xx

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