𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Ring Ring ✵

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer selfcarecap on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/selfcarecap/660780044819562497/ring-ring-pp?source=share

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → smut, phone sex but only kind of? unicorn onesie

Summary →Things get heated during your phone call with Peter. So heated that he ends up coming over.

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Seeing your boyfriend at the end of an exhausting day can be what makes your day not so shitty after all.

But if he's had an equally tiring day and neither of you have the energy to come over, then sometimes a call will have to do.

You're not far from him on campus, but you don't feel like you're at that stage in your relationship yet where you can just come over in your sweats to cuddle and fall asleep together.

So instead of seeing Peter face-to-face, you're ear-to-ear with him on the phone, currently talking to him about your day. It was tedious, but you're glad that it's over and you can go to bed soon.

Peter's been a bit absent on his side of the speaker, but you appreciate him listening to you rant even more when he's also tired. You don't mind him zoning out a little.

While talking to him, you're also looking for an outfit to wear tomorrow. You're done talking about your day and can't decide which skirt to pick.

"Pete? You know I have this pink skirt? I have the same one in blue, which one should I wear tomorrow?"

You only hear an unidentifiable noise, a fast and steady rhythm, and Peter's laboured breathing.

You're about to ask the question again when Peter lets out a groan, followed by what sounds like his hand slapping over his mouth.

"Are you..." you start, about to ask him if he's jerking off right now, but then you're not a hundred percent sure and don't want to sound stupid, "... you okay?"

"Yeah- I'm more than okay, actually. So, um which skirts were you talking about?"

You hear the crumple of a pack of tissues and a few seconds later the snapping of an elastic band against his body. Those were his boxers.

This time you're sure.

Rolling over on your belly you say, "Peter. I'm not stupid. I know what you were just doing."

A quick breath escapes his mouth as he starts rambling, speaking louder than he has all night "I-I didn't mean it in a disrespectful way or-"

"Hey, no, I didn't say I mind it."

"Oh. Good. It's just, I really like your voice."

"Peterrr!" You shriek. Suddenly aware of the way you sound.

"Yeah?" The smile is evident in his voice.

"But you know next time... you could face-time me."

"But. But what if one of our phones is hacked and like they record the call or something."

"Even better," you bite your lip, "Then we can meet in person, and I can actually see what you're doing."

"I didn't think you'd want to."

"Of course I do. I know we don't really talk about these things but there's a lot that I'd want to do with you..."

"Yeah? Like what?"