Peter Parker x Reader

...Mommy

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

https://www.tumblr.com/astxroiid/745318078385209344/queen-sized-bed-mcupeter-parker-one-bed

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary:

Warnings- one bed, motel after midnight, friends, young love, nsfw/18+, smut with a side of plot. dom!reader, mommy kink, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cream pie. ib: a little death by the neighbourhood.

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You huff, flopping down on the motel bed, still a little frustrated from dealing with the receptionist at the front desk.

He had definitely been more of an asshole than he needed to be. And considering you and Peter have just gotten off a rough mission, you definitely aren't in the mood to deal with him.

Poor Peter ended up having to step in and diffuse the situation before you decked the concierge. You rub your face, trying to think less angering thoughts.

"I think I'm gonna take a shower," you announce, while you sit up and start rifling through your black duffel bag.

"Okay, just let me know when you're in the shower. I wouldn't want to turn around and catch you naked because of this stupid open floor plan." yes you would. Peter laughs nervously.

"Sure thing," you grab the last of your shower supplies and walk through the bathroom archway and begin to strip.

Peter tries his hardest to focus on unpacking his stuff but his ears keep returning to the sounds of items of your clothing hitting the ground. His mind following suit in wandering to you slowly undressing. Revealing more and more of your soft body.

"I'm in now, Pete," you call, pulling him from the thoughts he definitely shouldn't be having about his best friend and team member.

"Okay," his voice cracks. Peter mentally face-palms.

He hears the water running and his mind slips back into his thoughts of you; the water cascading down your body, the way the soap will flow from your hair down your spine, or how the body wash would look after you ran it all over your—

Thud. "Shit!"

You dropped a bottle, bringing him back to reality.

Stop thinking about your friend like this, Peter. Be real with yourself, man.

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You finish washing all the soap off your body and reach past the curtain, grabbing your towel and begin drying yourself. Attempting to get as much water off of your person as possible.

Once you're dry, you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower.

You look up, eyes landing on Peter's bare back.

He's looking into the sink while brushing his teeth - wearing only his black sweats that you love so much.

Feeling a wanton throb between your legs and a small burst of confidence - you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Peter continues bushing his teeth while he moves his free hand down to yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

You both smile.

It's clear Peter doesn't understand the energy you're trying to set. So, you help him get there a little faster.

You glide the hand he's not holding down his chest. Using just your middle finger to make a path to the waistband of his sweatpants.