Peter Parker x Reader

So, So Mean

A/N- All credit goes to the writer lovelettersforthedamned on Tumbler

https://www.tumblr.com/lovelettersforthedamned/742254494173347840/peter-with-glasses-is-so-fineeeee-like-i-wanna

Pairings ---> TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: None.

Warnings- SMUT, MINORS DNI, kissing, cum eating, unprotected p in v (be safe or else), oral (m receiving), edging, overstimulation, fluff, sub!peter, reader is kinda mean SORRY, peter is vocal:).

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The air surrounding you and Peter was uncomfortably thick, but you two didn't care. As Peter is sprawled out on the bed, while you're bouncing on his cock on top of him, the stuffiness of the room is the last thing on both of your minds.

You weren't sure how long you'd been riding him, but your legs started feeling like jello as you kept your rhythm. Looking down at your boyfriend underneath you, he's entranced by you. He can't help but place his hands on your hips, firmly squeezing and pulling the flesh there. His eyes give him away. Peter's gaze stuck on your tits as they moved along with the tempo of your movements.

Behind his eyes is nothing but love for you. He's utterly obsessed with you, and you know it.

"Does this feel good baby," you lean down to meet his lips in a deep kiss before pulling away, remaining just inches away from his face, "do I make you feel good?"

Peter takes a moment before responding, trying to catch his breath and knocking out of his trance before opening his mouth, "Y–Yes, baby."

Your movements pause at his response, his cock half in you as you sit back up on your knees, a smug look on your face. Planting your hands on his bare chest, you lift yourself off of his cock, eliciting a deliciously pathetic whine to escape from Peter's lips.

You don't say anything as you sit on your knees in between his legs. You could tell he was so close as you pulled off of him. A vein on the underside of his shaft was extremely prominent, and his tip a deep red. You almost felt bad for him, almost.

Situating yourself, you press a delicate kiss to the slit of his head, a shiver running through his spine as you did. "Oh, Peter," you place kisses down to the base of his cock before sticking your tongue out to retrace your path back up to his tip, " I know you can do better than that." You bring a hand to his cock, holding it right below his tip as you run your thumb along his slit, "So, I'll ask again. Do I make you feel good, baby?"

Peter takes another deep breath as you continue to tease his slit, a bead of precum leaking out, "Yes, baby. You make me feel so–so good."

This brings a smile onto your face, "There we go! That wasn't so hard, was it Petey?" You don't let him respond as you take his entire cock into your mouth. His thighs tense at the sudden stimulation. You take your time with him. You never want to rush this, especially when he looks this good under you.

His eyes are closed, one hand holding the side of your face, and the other gripping the sheets. He's not going to last much longer, but still, you don't let up. You continue to work your tongue along the underside of him, while your hand pumps the rest of his length.

Peter's moans start to grow louder as he reaches his high. His voice echoes off the walls, sending a wave of heat to your core. You hollow out your cheeks, and this sends him over the edge. Peter's stomach tenses as ropes of his cum spill into your mouth, his eyes screwed shut. Polling all of it on your tongue, you spit it back onto his cock. The sensation made him open his eyes, his glasses lopsided on his nose. "Bug, what are you doin–," he's cut off by you placing your mouth around him again.

He's so sensitive, his body trying to squirm out of your touch. You know that if Peter really was too overstimulated, he could easily push you off, but he doesn't. He ultimately relaxes under you as you keep sucking his cock. You don't stop until you pull another orgasm out of him, this time you swallow his cum.

Releasing him with a pop, you crawl over his exhausted frame. He's removed his glasses, placing them somewhere on the bed. One hand draped over his eyes, as he pants, trying to catch his breath. As soon as your face meets his, you peel his arm away from his face. Opening his eyes, he met yours. "God, sweetheart...You have no idea what you do to me," he grins.

Lowering your face, you plant a sloppy kiss on his lips, making sure he can taste himself on your tongue. He groans into your mouth. You try to pull away, but he holds your face, keeping you within his grasp.

Peter finally lets you go, only for him to pull you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around your bare back. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. "We should probably get up soon. We need to get to Harry's housewarming, and we definitely need to shower," you lift your head to find Peter half asleep.

You try to pry yourself away from his tight grasp, but he doesn't let you move an inch. "Can we just–stay here for a minute? I'm tired," he mumbles. You roll your eyes playfully as you give in, melting back into his chest.

You swore it was just a few minutes, but after waking yourself up, you realize that maybe you could miss Harry's party. And as you look over to the clock on your bedside table, you would buy him something as an apology for missing it entirely.

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