𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

His, Always*

Parings → Alpha! Peter Parker x Omega! Reader

Warnings → Werewolf Au, SMUT!!!! 18+ pls, Rough sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), language, a bit possessive!Peter.

Summary → Peter's in his rut and he needs to be satisfied by his omega.

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Peter’s fingers tug gently at your shirt, his desperate need palpable in the quiet night. You groggily stir, only half-aware of what’s happening until his scent hits you like a wave—strong, intoxicating, and laced with the unmistakable smell of his rut. It’s overwhelming, and immediately, your body reacts. A slow smile spreads across your face as you turn on your side to face him, already feeling the heat pooling low in your belly.

“Peter…” you whisper, voice still thick with sleep, but the lust in your tone is unmistakable. You look up at him, taking in the raw hunger in his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, his breathing ragged, and every inch of him screams Alpha. Your Alpha.

Without another word, you pull him toward you, your lips crashing into his in a lustful, desperate kiss. Peter groans against your mouth, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he pushes you back onto the bed. His body hovers over yours, trembling with need, his scent wrapping around you like a blanket, making your skin tingle.

“You smell so good,” he growls against your lips, his voice rough and deep, sending a shiver down your spine. “Fuck, I need you, baby.”

His words send a thrill of excitement through you, your heat instantly triggered by the primal need radiating from him. You whimper his name, arching your back as you press your body closer to his. “Peter, please…”

Peter doesn’t need any more encouragement. With a low, guttural growl, he grips the waistband of your shorts, practically tearing them off in his urgency. There’s no time for gentle touches or teasing foreplay—he’s beyond that. He needs you now.

In one swift motion, Peter enters you, thrusting his cock deep inside with no warning. The sudden stretch makes you gasp, but the sensation quickly turns to pleasure as he starts moving roughly, each thrust more demanding than the last.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he groans, his hips snapping against yours in a frantic rhythm. His head dips down to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he tucks himself into the curve of your shoulder. His teeth graze your mating mark, and the sensation makes your heart race, your body trembling beneath him.

You moan loudly, the pleasure building rapidly as he sucks and bites at your mark, reigniting the bond between you with every touch. The intensity of it makes you clench around him, fluttering uncontrollably, and Peter groans low in his throat, his cock throbbing inside you.

“Peter,” you whimper, your hands clawing at his back as he fucks you harder, his movements frantic, almost desperate. “Please, I— I need more.”

Peter lifts his head, his eyes locking with yours, and the wild hunger in his gaze makes your breath catch. He’s completely lost in his rut, his only focus on claiming you, filling you, making you his again and again.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough and possessive as he picks up the pace, slamming into you with renewed vigor. “Only mine.”

His words make your pulse skyrocket, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body tightening around him as the pleasure becomes too much to bear.

“Fuck, Alpha—” you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him, your orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and Peter lets out a deep, guttural groan as he feels you fluttering around him.

“Good girl,” he pants, his thrusts becoming sloppier, more erratic as he nears his own release. “You’re so perfect… so fucking perfect for me.”

He buries his face in your neck again, biting down hard on your mating mark as he finally lets go, spilling inside you with a low, primal growl. The heat of his release floods you, and the sensation of being so completely filled sends another wave of pleasure through your body.

Peter collapses on top of you, his body still trembling from the intensity of his rut, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he stays buried deep inside you, his breath heavy against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck.

“You’re mine,” he whispers again, his voice softer this time, almost tender. His hand strokes your side gently, soothing you after the roughness of his movements. “Always mine.”

You smile, still breathless, your body completely spent but utterly satisfied. “Always,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head.

Peter hums in contentment, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he holds you close. Even though his rut is still lingering in the air, the urgency has faded for now, replaced by a deep sense of comfort and connection.

He kisses your shoulder again, this time softly, and whispers, “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here. Always.”

You nod, feeling the warmth of his body lull you into a peaceful, satisfied slumber, knowing your Alpha will keep you close through the night, protecting you, loving you, claiming you as his, always.

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