Marvel smut/imagines

Peter Parker- Betrayal (continuation)

(Smut 😩👌👈 , literally NO fluff or foreplay, nipple play? Giving head on both sides, scratching, love bombing????)

"Shh."

The deep morning rasp of his voice. Returning to her chest, lips drawing across her breasts. Kisses being left with such lust that stifling her moans became almost impossible.

"Oh Peter just like that."

He kissed and sucked her nipple, trailing soft lips down to the cusp of her boob. His muscled hand working and kneading her chest while the other rested just above her butt.

He trailed to those slutty little jean shorts he loved, always showing a healthy serving of ass whenever she leaned down.
He was rock hard just thinking about the way she looked in those. That, along with the shirt with a deep U that barely holds her boobs, leaving plentiful room for them to bounce whenever she walked.

When that very day she giggled at his wandering eyes and asked weather or not he liked her new top he promised himself to show her just how much.

He unbuttoned the top button, fingers slowly undoing the zipper and trailing his fingers down her clothed skin.

Her turquoise underwear replaced the denim, both being deposited on Peters bedroom floor without haste.

His plump lips trailed down to hers, kissing her clit eliciting a loud moan.

"Oh Peter!"
He slowly licked up and down, the tip of his tongue lapping at her entrance.

He drank from her like he hadn't drank in years, throaty hums of pleasure surrounded the small room.

Finally he separates from her core, panting heavily. His honey brown eyes found hers, erratic panting replacing her moans.

Her  e/c met his, drinking the lust that settled within. She sat up tenderly, still not yet finished, heat throbbing aimlessly.

He sat up as well, ready to talk. Instead she pushed him back upon the bed, tracing her oval nails down his carved abs.  She reached his boxers, trailing her fingernails around the inside of the band.

She trailed a finger down, tracing the erect member teasingly. Elicited groans escaped his lips.

"Please Baby- OHHH"

His deep drawling groan sent tingles down her center, revealing his large cock from the now pre cum soaked boxers.

Slowly she threw them to the floor, now covered with disposed garments.

Sucking on the skin across his V-line she paved a trail, deep indigo splotches staining the beauty that was his rich ivory skin.

She finally reached his tip, licking it teasingly, she slowly sucked the length of it. Cheeks hollowed, she circled it with her tongue.

Whimpers and moans erupted out of his mouth, y/n's lower stomach tingling at the sound.

She unsheathed her teeth, softly rubbing them along his member than licking as a sort of apology.

Peter was sat in a slouched position, arms spread wide along the bed frame. His legs bent, her h/c all he could see when he glanced down.